A few days had passed since the shrinking event between Nia and the Aegis sisters. Rex’s errand was taking longer than he had anticipated and so Nia had seen no reason to return the shrunken women back to their original size. Remaining at the inn, the dominant catgirl was running them through the gauntlet of her frustrated desires. Pyra was still at her even tinier size and was reliant on mythra to make sure she wasn’t picked up by a spider or swept away under the rug by a light bree

A good inn is a safe haven for all: From ruffians to heroes, villains to bystanders. This small cosy place was the perfect place for Nia and the sisterly aspects Mythra and Pyra to rest, putting their feet up in the softly furnished and candle-lit room.

“I’m bored!” Mythra commented, the blonde-haired young woman sitting up on the bed, her back leaning on the headboard in little more than a loose skimpy nightie which gave the living Aegis aspec

Sleep comes only to the blessed, hence no rest for the wicked. Myne felt this, deep in her body while her sore and aching muscles tried to dreamlessly slumber off the pain. When she came too, she was reminded of her location: Swiftly banging her head as she sat up in the drawer Raphtalia had locked her in.

“Ow…” The small shape in the drawer peered out of the keyhole. She waited, her body sweaty, her mind frazzled and a stink of foot cheese cli

Shinra grunted and felt a bead of sweat drip down his back, his baggy orange overalls managing to provide some resistance from the pyroclastic creature before him. This Infernal had spawned from a local scientist, a strange array of apparati formed of searing magma emerging from the once wiry frame and firing out blasts in a rain of scorching rays. He rose up on the plumes of flame that extended out from his feet, nimbly twisting through the air to make sure he could avoid the next attack and re

The crimson liquid swirled around in the vial with Raphtalia keeping her eyes firmly on the stopper- the cork her friend and enemy all in one. It was currently the only thing allowing the racoon-eared woman from moving across the table and forcing it down the throat of her ‘friend’ Malty S Melromarc, better known by royal decree as ‘Bitch’, who was currently gorging herself on the delicious soup of the local tavern. Yet that stopper was also overt enough that the former p

The match was over, and it was a tie. In terms of how it could have ended that was by far the most anticlimactic possible result, one that was bound to leave the public pretty frustrated. It also didn’t help that Millianna, the one winning until that point, was the one to call for a draw.

Draws don’t bring the public to the matches.

Besides, the Mermaid Heel guild would have gained a lot of notoriety. She had sacrificed that because s

Rumi looked upon the candidates before her with a smirk. The number 5 ranked hero wore her standard tight-fitting leotard and seductive purple stockings that made her powerful thighs look even stronger. Her rabbit ears had been well-groomed that morning but the heroes in the room could smell that was perhaps the only thing she had bothered to clean that morning.

“What? Can you weaklings not handle a little body odour? Pathetic! How do you expect to be heroe

At times like these, you felt like you were on top of the world.

Not anyone could be in the place you were at right now – the Domus Flau arena. Large, round, and the arena where the Grand Magic Games were always held. When it was time to determine which is the strongest guild in Fiore, the best and brightest guilds would come to prove their mettle.

You were prepared for what may come. After all, your skills were second to none. Whatever mag