Maya was infuriated. Her whole life she had lived with the Wolf Kin, as one of their own, with nary a difference except their anthropomorphic features of wolf ears atop their heads and bushy tails jutting just above their buttocks. She herself of a darker pigment somewhere between bronze and hazel in color, was rich in texture and smoothness while retaining some practiced muscle in her abdomen and limbs as a result of her upbringing.
 
Her hair was long, drawn out into that of a sleek man

Maya was infuriated. Her whole life she had lived with the Wolf Kin, as one of their own, with nary a difference except their anthropomorphic features of wolf ears atop their heads and bushy tails jutting just above their buttocks. She herself of a darker pigment somewhere between bronze and hazel in color, was rich in texture and smoothness while retaining some practiced muscle in her abdomen and limbs as a result of her upbringing.
 
Her hair was long, drawn out into that of a sleek man

Naruko felt humiliated. She had trained all this time to go find Sasuke and rescue him from Orochimaru, but the first time she takes a small-time gig from Tsunade is when she had to run into *her*. It was something out of a nightmare, and long since suppressed when she was younger; the face of the Fox Witch, Kuroko.
 
When she was younger, she had wandered away from the Village in the midst of one of her usual bouts of rebellious tantrums. She was tired of being berated and isolated, wish

Tim Drake was living in a nightmare.
 
He had found this lone girl with amnesia, Annie, who was wandering the streets of Gotham all by herself. Harassed by bikers, chased by a scary father and unable to figure out who she was, he dubbed her the aforementioned name and began to find out the mystery behind her identity. It all went south when they were cornered by an infamous criminal of the Batman's, Clayface, and the mud-like shapeshifter drove through through the sewers into a chemical p

The Octo-Plush was a ravenous sort. Those six children that were ravaged and rolled up in layers of internal latex padding weren't nearly enough to satisfy its large inflatable mass. As it crawled out with its massive tentacles, it sought to find the most populated area and begin its feast proper. It could only work for it, if only because the magic that which brought it life enabled it to retain similar biological traits; such as being able to squeeze through impossible spaces.
 
This al

The Octo-Plush was a ravenous sort. Those six children that were ravaged and rolled up in layers of internal latex padding weren't nearly enough to satisfy its large inflatable mass. As it crawled out with its massive tentacles, it sought to find the most populated area and begin its feast proper. It could only work for it, if only because the magic that which brought it life enabled it to retain similar biological traits; such as being able to squeeze through impossible spaces.
 
This al

The Latex skinned Plushies were fed, but far from content. What passed off for intelligence among the animated, cursed suits was a silent communication exchanged from their eerie green eyes. Specters that received life from the breath of mortals, whom drew on more energy from devouring them for sustenance, was what they were and in the end it didn't matter what the means of achieving their objective was. They desired to eat, to dine on brainwashed prey and taste every part of them on the outside

II - Simulation Panic!
 
Gwen's ordeal was similar to those in her own squad. It was humiliating to be trapped in a younger body they grew out of years past into prime maturity on the path to adulthood. Now, despite being in smaller forms - which they all had to grow accustomed that they aren't as tall as they used to be - she felt like hardly anything has changed about her mentally or magically. True to the man's word she had kept all of her prowess intact and the skills she's acquired th