Kor AƀaroThe Base SixLiudOne of the most numerous Aƀaro in all the Kor Sted, the Liud are the creations of Gresī. The Liud, like most Aƀaro, stand on two legs & two feet (with five toes each), having two arms & two hands (with five fingers each), two eyes, one nose, & one mouth, which they describe as their most important feature. Liud have thin skin with minimal body hair, with base hues of bone-white, pallid pink, or pale with a tinge of blue unless born to another Aƀaro or a

 Lauren strolled out front & center at the firing range. She wore her best gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, a blue vest, dark blue pants, black boots, black gloves, and her black cowgirl hat. A belt secured not only her pants, but a number of holsters in which lay a number of handguns, along with two armpit holsters. Between her teeth, she clenched a catlinite billiard pipe, smoldering with quality tobacco. Behind her, her brother Axy continuously played a marching s

 In her kitchen, Lauren wiped her brow. Most of her cooking was done. Now, it was time for assembly. Lauren got out her largest bowl, almost too large to fit on her countertop, and placed it in the one spot not covered by her ingredients. With a crack of her knuckles, Lauren went to work. First, French fries formed the bottom layer; she tapped out light dollops of tomato ketchup from its glass bottle. Second, Lauren spread a layer of shoestring fries, thinner than the first layer, and

Vidindaĵo, the world of attractions, planet of parks aplenty, the getaway of all getaways, the ultimate locale for entertainment and relaxation – it was a premiere planet situated in a key corner of a system at galactic crossroads. To say that Vidindaĵo was a popular vacation destination would be understating its enduring popularity. All four of its moons were outfitted as transfer stations to limit space-traffic from slowing visitorship – and from clogging up one of the most brilliant nig

La, foul Dullahan of Gloomfiend,He who has wrought ache and sorrow,With bone whip and dark coach in hand,You ride to spread a dread morrow.A thousand heads you take with glee -For your own one was ago lorn -From the seelie town of Tuaisceart,Whose Sidhe blood you share but do scorn.You wretched coachman may fell laugh,Hands stained, heart pale, and howl booming,An evildoer of grim hraith,But this cold morn does your doom bring.Widulainn, Mare of the Wald Gae,Proud Winter Knight of old Glaðalf,D

 While Lauren had come to enjoy throwing parties in her own home, she had placed the responsibility of holding the party for that year’s festive holiday (which most of their wider friend group continued to struggle in understanding) on her younger, monetarily-minded brother. Lauren had attended said party earlier in the night, but she and her twelve companions had retired to her own home in order to wind down. Eleven out of her twelve friends and herself were in the living room, splayed a

 On a warm afternoon, two army privates, an army corporal, an army staff sergeant, and a flight sergeant rested during the lull between engagements with the global Enemy, biding their time until the next march. At the risk of a reprimand from a commissioned officer, one private wore her jacket down in order to nurse a new tattoo – her first tattoo – on her upper right arm. The second private read a fashion magazine, folding down the corners of pages showing styles he wished to remember.

“I’m glad you came,” Lauren said. “Everyone else have been quiet, even Nadalia. I think they’re taking the whole ‘Do Not Disturb’ thing too seriously.” “Mrmhmm,” Cammia said. It was hard for the solutionist to say much else with her mouth at Lauren’s sex, clearing out the last of the corn syrup. She examined the mess around them. All of the food but a few dregs and crumbs were gone, leaving behind their wrappers and tins and dishes and cups. Cammia wondered how th

 Nadalia stood in front of the door. “Come on, Lia, let us in,” Strea said. “Lauren wanted privacy, so she’ll get privacy,” Nadalia said, unbudging. “She said she wanted a ‘lazy weekend’ to finish the treats off,” Valentina said. “It’s been five days,” Ume said. “She had a lot to finish,” Nadalia said, shrugging with her shoulders only. “How does a Goddess of Hunger overstock on food and booze?” Alba said, scratching her head.&nb

 The girl stood outside, fetching the mail. Despite being the young age of five years old, she was able to stretch up and open the mailbox to collect the mail. About once a week, she would get the mail, hand-delivering it to her parents, earning a ruffle of her hair from her father (she liked his ring as its band scratched her head) and a big hug from her mother (she liked her dresses as their folds wrapped her body). As she stood on her tiptoes to get the mail for that week, distant sounds

 After making your challenge and seeking her out, your party finally makes it to the flooded quarry lair of the giant sorceress, Macia. Her face, which has terrorized the village of Neluar for so long, greets you with a smug, if relaxed expression as she lounges in the water, not even giving you the courtesy of standing up. Your unconventionally-sized party of thirteen stands on the precipice of her aquatic den. You prepare for battle. Your berserker goes first, letting out a wild cry

 “I’m finally going to get Dragon cum!” Su giddily exclaimed, clapping her hands. Doctor McLain gave the programmer an odd look as she handed over the components. “Normally, I wouldn’t make something so… lewd, but I’m strung out from responding to repair forms for the gates all day,” Doctor McLain said. “I needed something different.” “I get you,” Su said, taking her request in hand. “I won’t tell anyone.” “Well, it’s going to end up in

 Axy loaded the crusty tacklebox. Lauren loaded the smelly bait. Anna loaded the greasy coolers. Axy loaded the creaky canoe. Lauren loaded the old poles. Anna loaded the traditional guns. Dressed in a mixture of camo, denim, and flannel, the three siblings drove out before the light of dawn. Jumbie was in pickup configuration, and Thought and Memory tagged along. Lauren nursed a headache and medicated with a cigarette. Axy had one hand on the wheel and the other hanging out the rolled

 In a clean kitchen, three women stood behind a counter. First was Lauren, the owner of the house and therefore the kitchen. Second was Su, a programmer with a touch of sweetness. Third was Jeannie, a spy at the best of times. Those three women all wore aprons and nothing else. Laying on the counter were the ingredients for a chocolatey dessert. “Hey,” Lauren said, pointing forward. “Welcome back to more Cooking With Lauren.” “Hi!” Su exclaimed, energetically waving.&n

Lauren, her friends, and her siblings were attending a local parade on a warm summer day, sitting on beach towels and old blankets and in musty lawnchairs. The sky was bright blue, and the breeze was gentle. The clouds were white and fluffy – sparse, too. Floats, marchers, musicians, equestrians & their horses, and bikers (of both the pedal and motor variety) all formed the paraders. The parade floats came in the form of trailers, pickup trucks, golf carts, wagons, and emergency vehicles,

 Danielle walked into the grocery store, picking up a hand basket along the way through the door from the stack. She immediately headed to the produce section, heels clicking on the resin floor. That shiny floor had just been waxed, but despite the sheen, it produced no reflection. The color scheme did not allow it, made of an ashy white, a brownish gray, and a light green – in a repeating rhombus pattern no less. It was waxed, but not quite spotlessly clean; certainly, no one would dare

 Lauren’s stomach was empty. It would not remain so for long. Valentina slid into the digestive organ, literally steaming with frustration. “Cheating pendeja,” Valentina cursed. A heated yet casual competition had taken place between thirteen friends, and the consequences of losing involved the shrinking of one’s person. One after the other, eleven had been defeated, shrunken, and tossed into a bowl for victorious consumption. It had come down to Valentina and La

 Lauren, Nadalia, Strea, Melody, Valentina, Theresah, and Foa sat down in their seats. While not every seat in the stands were filled, the stadium was packed. Down on the field, the starting fielders – the home team Yewleek Stacks – were warming up with practice throws, stretches, ground balls, and short-distance jogs. The first batter, of the Eartown Stalks, was practicing her swings while the umpire dusted off the home plate and the chalk boundaries were being set. A hidden organ play

 It was a chilly night. A bitter wind was blowing inland from the sea, the many leagues between there and the coast doing little to nullify its sting. The region was colder than the rest of the realm already, due to its northern location, but that particular night held a frigid temperature of note. The sky was clear, but moonlight and starlight offered no warmth, not like sunlight. The previous days had been rainy, before the temperature had dropped, so the ground was muddy. The chill had p

 On that clear night, with a bright full moon hanging in the sky, the air crisp with the nip of autumnal chill, Lauren’s house was full of friends and family in costume. Dozens of pumpkins and hand-carved Jack-o’-Lanterns lined her front flowerbed, sidewalk, and driveway and lay behind the windows between partially-opened black and orange curtains. Cotton cobwebs draped over her bushes and trees. Emma Wister the horse, in a custom black caparison, stood patiently motionless near the doo

 A woman stood in her own kitchen, wearing black clothes, a blue apron, and a tall white toque. In front of her was an array of ingredients and cookware spread out across her counter. She held a chef’s knife in her right hand, which she pointed forward. “All right, folks, I’ve decided to let you in on another one of my favorite pasta recipes,” Lauren said, waving around her knife. “This one is a personal invention. Now, there will be some small measurements left out, but I tr

“I saw the maw of hell that night,” so a sailor says.“A turnkey’s charge gave our cap’n a map for a liar’s freedom.”“With the promise of booty, we departed the foremorn.”“Fast and straight we sailed, befriending the wind.”“A squall rose up, but a storm it didn’t make.”“Fog rolled in, but no chill came with it.”“The crew grew tense, but the cap’n kept course.”“Four hours passed ‘fore the fog cleared.”“Better the fog had stayed and kept us at meer unea

 Lauren pounded Cammia behind the counter of her alchemy shop. One hand of Cammia’s gripped hard on the edges, and potions on shelves yards away shook. Lauren had orgasmed three times in Cammia’s vagina, twice in her rectum, once down her throat and once between her breasts, already. Cammia’s belly was quite distended from cum. Lauren gave Cammia plenty of spanks, and the ripples passed onto that bloated belly. “Next… time… check… your… fucking… potions,” Lauren cha

 “Come on, guys,” Lauren said. “Don’t you think this is the opposite of the solution?” While the return of Lauren’s sexuality had been enjoyed by her companions at first, she had quickly exhausted them with constant requests. So, one day, several of her friends had ambushed her and taken her out to an empty field. They stripped her nude and set her in stocks. Next to her, they hooked a basket of penis-growth potions for the inclined on a pole embedded in the dirt. “Y

 The hatchet buried in her face again. Down and up, down and up – the hatchet rendered her face a mess. The skull cracked, and brain spilled. The hatchet was rusty, nicked too, but it performed its job well. Not until its wielder was fully-satisfied did the hatchet come to rest. That satisfaction came after many moments. At last, when the neck hardly connected the torso to anything, the hatchet earned its rest. The hatchet was hung on the wall, unclean and innocent. A tool is guiltless.&n

 In a cheap hotel, Rachel lay on a bed. It was snowing outside. The other bed was empty. The lights were off. It was late afternoon. Rachel was naked. Her stomach bulged with a human weight, and she did not know who was inside. She could not remember how or when she got there, and she did not know what city she was in. The person inside her felt normal, exciting even, but she did not know if the act would be considered normal. Rachel placed one hand on her distended stomach. The person

 Santa Claus passed into a realm new to him. It was an unorthodox trip, but out of a favor for a friend, the jolly, old elf led his sleigh to deliver presence to a few far off his usual route. He had been given ample directions and details by that friend so that he could maintain his legendary reputation. Santa Claus first found himself flying over the city of Grecinma, whose name gave him hearty amusement. He landed his sleigh on the roof of the tallest structure in the city which als

 After a pat-down and search-over, Alba Aurori strode into the private conference room of the water systems management building, and Maricica stepped in behind her with an exaggerated smile, facepaint on. Inside, all eleven bosses of The Commission sat at the long table, their top lackeys standing behind them. While some gave Alba dismissive looks and others gave snide looks, Mezzenotti offered her an empathetic expression, which Alba interpreted as pity. Alba sat down in the same end chair

 “I am so fucking excited,” Strea said, practically bouncing as she and Rita sat down in their seats. “I can see that, babe,” Rita said, giggling. Earlier that day, they had crossed into the Burning Realm, and after a quick change of clothes, they had come to the Prairie Lumbre Train Station. They had bought their tickets for a train ride to Marleigh Mill Creek, an hour before it departed. Before boarding the train, however, Strea had spent twenty minutes examining as much

The Enemy waited in their holdout of a stolen ink factory. From their scouts, they knew a company of Usurpers were on their position. They had dug their trenches and laid their wire. They set their artillery and positioned their launching points for fliers on the roof. They sorely wished for aircraft and armor. Their spells and firearms were primed. Their breaths were held. They waited through the pre-dawn fog, prepared for the coming battle.They could not have known that the Lucky Unit would be

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 Axy had his right hand on the steering wheel of his convertible and his left hanging over the side. The sunlight reflected off his sunglasses, and the open air rustled his moustache. Lauren sat in the passenger seat, one driving-gloved hand around a can of beer, half a case left at her feet and two empty cases in the trunk. Her leather jacket had a few beer stains, compared to Axy’s clean one, but at least hers had no sleeves to dirty. Anna sat in the back left seat, smoking a spliff

Years and years go by, but not a single second matters.Change is a façade; I’ve personalized that fact.What becomes will always be, and I was born a demon.I’m full of rage, disgust, and desire.I’m the antagonist to a perfect world, and I’m the nightmare of its people.I am a foul and wicked cur with evil in my heart, and my soul was lost so long ago.I kill and eat and fuck in all wrong orders.I rob faces, and I mimic them, too.I revel in the fact they call it “murder”

 The Dragoness was having fun that day. For ages, she had heard of the peculiar portals that appeared from time to time in the Ashlands, which led to the lush world full of smaller bodies that could be digested. And just that morning, one such portal had appeared near her napping rock, so with glee, she practically dove through the vortex of possibilities. While the greenery was shocking, she swiftly sought out a settlement to plunder, and in less than an hour, she had. The cries of th

 The last living voices left a desecrated, corrupted and emptied town, equal parts disappointed, exhasperated, confident and bemused, and so, the town was embraced by the final silence. Of a lonely hut that stood near the center of the village, at the edges of a recently collapsed pit, its door lay cracked open by a shade. Past the ajar door, a small blood spatter decorated the shadowed walls and floor. On the ground of the miserable hut, a single arrow rested, its tip drenched in the same

 Pattie and Arlene walked among the tidepools. Both were normal beachgoers, taking advantage of the vacant shore emptied by the gray clouds above. Pattie was top-heavy, and Arlene was bottom-heavy. Pattie wore a one-piece, and Arlene wore a two-piece. Pattie liked the water, and Arlene liked the sand. Their beach trip had been going smoothly: no rain, barely any wind, and no space competition. However, Arlene had spotted something reflective in the sand where they intended to set their gear

 A shut-in, a mishap and a chicken were trying to coax a walking pecan bush out from behind an overgrown statue bearing a striking resemblance to the shut-in. The shut-in was beckoning for the pecan bush to come out; the mishap was fighting the overgrowth and losing; and the chicken was attempting to use the butt of her rifle to force the pecan bush into open space. The pecan bush was throwing pecans. Everyone was screaming.– “What’s going on?” Nadalia asked Lauren, bot

 Theresah was, in a word, upset – upset that she had been tricked. Melody, on the other hand, was in bliss. Sure, Lauren had done turnabout on them, but bathing her and then melting her into actual cum was an overly enjoyable experience for Melody, not to mention the anal bombardment earlier. Although they shared the same form as one gloopy mass (that had inexplicably increased after they swore they had been ejaculated into another body), they did not share thoughts, remaining as

Val SaysInspirational Quotes by Valentina CenizaVal says, “You’ve just yee’d your last haw.”Val says, “I’m about to wild my hand up the west side of your head.”Val says, “This town ain’t big enough for the two of us, so get in,” as she opens her mouth.Val says, “I’m here to burn punks and abuse luck, and I’m all out of luck.”Val says, “I don’t care what they earn, raise the taxes!”Val says, “We don’t take kindly to disposal in

 Theresah was, in a word, upset – upset that she had been tricked. Melody, on the other hand, was in bliss. Sure, Lauren had done turnabout on them, but bathing her and then melting her into actual cum was an overly enjoyable experience for Melody, not to mention the anal bombardment earlier. Although they shared the same form as one gloopy mass (that had inexplicably increased after they swore they had been ejaculated into another body), they did not share thoughts, remaining as

 The house was covered in multicolored lights. Tinsel and wreaths hung on every wall and bannister. The fridge was stocked full of sweets and meats. Snowflakes drifted down outside the windows. A fire was burning in the hearth. Lauren was teaching Nadalia, Giselle, Foa and Franklin how to decorate the pine tree in her living room. Behind them, Harmon, Ash, Chels and Mor were watching movies on the television. Axy, Rita, Alba, Strea, Kellas and Theresah were drinking alcoholic eggnog in the