Before
I go any further, I would like to emphasize the unpleasant nature of
this encounter. To any readers who may be sensitive to topics
regarding sexual aggression, I would urge you to proceed with
caution. Truth be told, I would prefer not retelling this account at
all, but for the sake of my profession and the study of natural
science, I must.
My
mind had wandered off during the long flight as the gentle rocking of
the Vespian's belly lulled me to sleep. I hadn't even noticed when
the incess

While
my previous encounter with the Dryad was a discomforting one, it was
also very insightful. Not only that, but it also led me to my next
expedition, which turned out to be even more enlightening... in ways
I wasn't prepared for. You see, the nectar of the Dryads -- which I
had been transformed into only a few days prior -- serves a greater
purpose than merely nourishing the dryad herself. It actually plays a
key part in the reproductive cycle of the communal Apisans; a species
of non-predat

Encountering
a predator is easier said than done, and when it is done, the
encounter itself tends to be unsatisfactory. Indeed, one does not
search for a predator, but is instead found by one. This makes my
particular line of work rather difficult, although I do have Mimi as
a life buoy. Of course, Mimi brings with her a few difficulties of
her own.
Today,
I interviewed a cervitaur. To those who may be unaware, a cervitaur
is a quadrupedal demi-human much like a centaur, but with the lower
body

[NOTICE:
This story has just a tiny bit of blood in it. No, it's not a
bloodplay story, it just happens very briefly in one scene, and
there's not nearly enough to justify an actual warning for it, but
I'm putting one here just in case someone really needs it.]
My
name is Linia Elundus; Scholar, naturalist and pioneer of the
unknown. In this series of accounts, I will document and relay to
you, dear reader, my encounters with the voracious demi-humans with
which we share our great world. This is