Laska and Me – 6

19 votes, average: 4.79 out of 519 votes, average: 4.79 out of 519 votes, average: 4.79 out of 519 votes, average: 4.79 out of 519 votes, average: 4.79 out of 5 (19 votes) (4.79)

Morning was much the same as last night; Laska still hadn’t breathed a word to me. Though if I had something to be thankful or hopeful for it was that she wasn’t completely ignoring me. Just like last night, I left a plate of breakfast on a tray in front of her door. Two of her favorites – pancakes and sausage. I knew she wasn’t going to come out when I was around, so I resigned myself to knocking.

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Laska and Me – 4

31 votes, average: 4.84 out of 531 votes, average: 4.84 out of 531 votes, average: 4.84 out of 531 votes, average: 4.84 out of 531 votes, average: 4.84 out of 5 (31 votes) (4.84)

I glanced out the window, then over at the alarm – still had half an hour before it was due to go off. Laska fidgeted about next to me, shifting back and forth and swishing her tail energetically. Considering she was about as easy to wake as the dead in the mornings, her waking me up was rather suspicious. She was also holding her arms behind her back. Make that very suspicious.

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Laska and Me – 2

24 votes, average: 4.83 out of 524 votes, average: 4.83 out of 524 votes, average: 4.83 out of 524 votes, average: 4.83 out of 524 votes, average: 4.83 out of 5 (24 votes) (4.83)

Laska’s lessons are coming along quite well. I gave her a practice multiplication and division test, and she got nearly every answer correct. It took a few weeks to appear, but her ravenous curiosity about, well, everything is making this such a breeze for me. I was afraid lessons were going to be something I had to force her to sit through, but she’s more than eager – hell, she even asks me to teach her more every day. I’m sure, somewhere, some teacher is very jealous right now.

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Dickthrone Anubis

17 votes, average: 4.35 out of 517 votes, average: 4.35 out of 517 votes, average: 4.35 out of 517 votes, average: 4.35 out of 517 votes, average: 4.35 out of 5 (17 votes) (4.35)

>be a captured soldier of a foreign army
>compatriots are tied up and thrown onto the block
>there heads fall with a heavy thud
>resolute in death, you look the axe-man in the eye as he brings down the sharpened edge
>”Wait!”
>axe-man hesitates
>One of the barbarian’s so called gods steps forth
>a strange creature with animal like appendages and fluffy ears
>she eyes you curiously
>”This one will suffice. Prepare him for me.”

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Laska and Me – 1

36 votes, average: 4.78 out of 536 votes, average: 4.78 out of 536 votes, average: 4.78 out of 536 votes, average: 4.78 out of 536 votes, average: 4.78 out of 5 (36 votes) (4.78)

April 21th, 2003

There I sat in front of the screen. A completed application, just waiting for me to press the submit button. I’d been staring at it for who knows how long, lost in thought. Adoption would mean such massive change, after all. And change is kind of scary – especially for someone who’d been living alone. I’d become rather comfortable with my routine life, even if it wasn’t a very good one.

But, if change was scary, then rejection was even more terrifying. Men like me, that is, men in their early 30s and single, were hardly coveted. It didn’t really matter how much you wanted to help someone out as far as the agency was concerned. They almost always looked for ‘families’ rather than single people. Something about gender balance and availability and all sorts of other criteria.

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Trucker Manticore CYOA

20 votes, average: 4.80 out of 520 votes, average: 4.80 out of 520 votes, average: 4.80 out of 520 votes, average: 4.80 out of 520 votes, average: 4.80 out of 5 (20 votes) (4.80)

Sometime later you find yourself on the side of a highway in a howling blizzard with terribly inadequate protection. Freezing to death is a real possibility at this point.

A glimmer of hope appears on the horizon, however. A set of headlights has appeared and are heading your way. Immediately you throw up your thumb, praying that they’ll stop. As the vehicle draws closer you make out that it’s an 18-wheeler. Then it begins to slow, and move over towards the shoulder of the road. As it approaches and stops, you run over to the passenger door, eager to escape the storm.

Popping the door open, you pause briefly, slightly terrified by the driver. It’s a monstergirl.

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Big Bad Wolf

18 votes, average: 4.44 out of 518 votes, average: 4.44 out of 518 votes, average: 4.44 out of 518 votes, average: 4.44 out of 518 votes, average: 4.44 out of 5 (18 votes) (4.44)

I shouldn’t have come here. I really, really shouldn’t have. Especially not alone – what was I thinking?

From my vantage in the corner, nestled safe against two walls – or as safe as one could feel here – I tried to make myself as small and insignificant as possible. Unfortunately it seemed that the more I tried to hide, the bigger the target it made me for lecherous stares and leers. Being the only guy in here sure put one hell of a target on me.

Women of every sort undressed me with their eyes, taking me in from top to bottom. A minotaur with all kinds of chains on her horns. An ushi-oni wearing studded leather. A kitsune with probably at least a dozen piercings in each ear, one in her nose, one on her lip. Oh, I caught her eye again, though before I can look away she reveals that yes, her tongue is pierced as well.

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