Pounding at the door.
I’d been left alone by my parents when they went on a business trip for the day, specifically instructing not to disturb them. They hadn’t told me we’d have any visitors. And we lived in the country, so unexpected visits were rare.
I crept like a ninja to the window, feeling like I had an important mission: to assess the danger to the house.
If they were a burglar or serial killer, I knew where our crowbar was in our garage. And I could easily drop it from

Andre was tired. He trudged back to the small building, barely raising his awareness sufficiently to make sure he wasn’t being followed by any dangerous monstergirls. He only gave a passing glance at a group of butterflygirls flitting about one of the large blooms of the forest, the kind of passive hybrid he had passed dozens of times without any sign of aggression. His thoughts were instead on one of his colleagues indoors, a certain Sarin who he had begun developing feelings towards. His

Frighteningly Enticing
A Frog’s Feminine Feast
In some ways this story is definitely good, in others I’m not so sure. I wanted a decent quality story that shows my experience, yet that I could write out quickly. Let me know what you think of it if you have a moment.
I wrote that description^^^ before I wrote more than the outline. I’m most of the way through as I append this to the description I’ll have, but it definitely is taking me more than a night or two to finish th

Formerly “I’m not dead!” on D.A.

“Come on already! When are you going to let me do it?!”

Thomas didn't turn his eyes from the TV screen in front of him to acknowledge her.

“You know it's the greatest euphoria you'll ever experience…” Yasha said persuasively, with a taunting lick for effect.

Thomas ignored the lamia, opting instead to focus his conc

“Ugh! Just stop fighting already!” Hanua stomped to her bedroom, threw off her bathrobe, and collapsed onto her bed on her back, covering her head with her pillow.
She’d drowned out the sound of her parents in their nightly argument with her shower for a while, but this time they were still at it when she came out. She wished she could go back in and continue running the water, but her parents strictly forbade it, due to some high water cost or other. And she couldn’t jus

(Written from the point of view of a piece of chocolate)
It was the big night. I’d overheard the family that bought the package I’d resided in say that this was what we were bought for.
I couldn’t see any of them, of course. But my hearing, despite the wrapper bound around me, had grown quite acute after being unable to see for most of my life.
If only I could speak. But no, like the rest of the candy I’d heard myself poured with, I was forced to be a blind observer to wh

I walked out to the lake. It was early in the evening, and the setting sun painted red and orange hues on the horizon. It looked like mini-fireworks were going off, bombarding the clouds with color.
It mattered little to me.
I was going to try it.
I took my small rowboat’s anchor and put it into the boat, then went out to where I knew from previous measurements that the lake was deep enough for it to be a habitat.
I anchored the boat, feeling my tiny vessel rock with the shift in weight.
I