Log 2 (Contains TF)

7 votes, average: 4.29 out of 57 votes, average: 4.29 out of 57 votes, average: 4.29 out of 57 votes, average: 4.29 out of 57 votes, average: 4.29 out of 5 (7 votes) (4.29)

Zia, a fellow lich, Speaks of a few promising subjects in the local town nearby. Several unmarried and relatively unknown and otherwise uncared for men live in seclusion. I’ve sent out scouts to obtain some… samples. I expect their arrival in a few days time.

00:00
Lina has returned with one captive. A tall man known in the area as a recluse and as a mild eccentric. He is currently in a daze from being drugged when being captured. We’ve placed him into a cell and fitting bindings. Zia and I will begin our test trial shortly.

01:00
Zia has prepared a sample of her latest alchemical work that she has been working on. Our subject is now awake and very alert (not to mention upset with his situation). Unfortunately for him, science must make sacrifice.

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A Day With Leona

11 votes, average: 4.27 out of 511 votes, average: 4.27 out of 511 votes, average: 4.27 out of 511 votes, average: 4.27 out of 511 votes, average: 4.27 out of 5 (11 votes) (4.27)

The moon shown half full in the sky, a lone sentinel in an otherwise bare sky. The lights of the city below choked out the stars, leaving nothing but the moonlight to creep between the blinds of an unsuspecting house in the suburbs. The pale beams shone in to meet the harsh red glow of the digital clock. The numbers glowed like angry coals. 6:59.

The alarm turned seven and a klaxon call blared through the room. Leona stirred a bit, being forced into consciousness by the shrill, rhythmic beep. Her Master moved to turn off the offending alarm, but found himself bound too tight to do more than wiggle. Memories of the previous night flowed back to him through the haze of white-furred dreams. He remembered Leona holding him to the bed. He remembered protesting when she brought the restraints around to latch him down, but found struggling against her manticore strength to be too much for him to handle. He remembered the rough pawpads against his chest, pinning him down as she fastened the cuffs around his wrists as he’d done to her so many times. He’d long since lost count of how many times he’d chained her down before sleeping.

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Quill, The Ten-Tailed Kitsune

13 votes, average: 4.15 out of 513 votes, average: 4.15 out of 513 votes, average: 4.15 out of 513 votes, average: 4.15 out of 513 votes, average: 4.15 out of 5 (13 votes) (4.15)

The night air was alive with the sound of a crackling fire, the scratching of metal on paper, and the steady, light humming of a certain fox girl. She stood before the fire, using it’s light to scratch characters into a book using a rather fancy looking quill. Nine other books floated around her, her tails working in a fury to copy down more of the calligraphy. Ink wells floated around her as well, her tails dipping in whenever they needed to recharge the ink. Only one tail didn’t work. Her tenth tail. That one was never used to write with. It was special.

Sophia Quill cursed herself for her own sloth. She had neglected to write down more copies of her best selling book. It wasn’t her story, it was the tale of an overachieving paladin and the succubus who rescued him from a life of war and hardship. She had met them on her travels, and with their permission, had written their story into a book. She didn’t consider the tale her finest work, but the story was popular among the monster populace. It sold well enough.

Quill was a wandering scribe. She wrote down the stories and the histories of the interesting places she visited and the people she met. Her cart was full of parchment and books, most of them blank, waiting for her to scribe some tale or story into their pages. So scribe she did, hoping to sell enough to get her to the next town. She was never in one place for too long, the life of a wandering scholar could be lonely.

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Laska and Me – 11

19 votes, average: 4.89 out of 519 votes, average: 4.89 out of 519 votes, average: 4.89 out of 519 votes, average: 4.89 out of 519 votes, average: 4.89 out of 5 (19 votes) (4.89)

Laska popped open the entry door, eager as could be – until I told her we were waiting for someone.

“What? Why? Who’re we waiting for?”

“A friend of mine,” I replied, casting another glance around for the missing Eralia.

There was a twinkle of curiosity in Laska’s eyes, along with something slightly accusatory. I was pretty sure she knew I wasn’t talking about Lydia or Steve.

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Every Day Is Equally Shit

11 votes, average: 4.82 out of 511 votes, average: 4.82 out of 511 votes, average: 4.82 out of 511 votes, average: 4.82 out of 511 votes, average: 4.82 out of 5 (11 votes) (4.82)

The sun is already setting when you arrive back home. The light shining through the windows paint the whole apartment in a warm red glow. You kick off your shoes and slump down on the couch in the middle of the spacious living room. It’s good to be back home, todays workshift was just bad. You allow a long sigh to pass your lips as you settle into the soft cushions.

With one slow movement you snatch up the remote and turn on the TV. Zapping through channels randomly, you realize that tonights program will consist of old shows and reruns. Not really exciting.

A click from the front door marks the arrival of your hyena flatmate. Her shift finished early it seems. Usually she’d be gone for another hour at least. She doesn’t say a word, just grunts and plops down next to you, eyes closed and head back against the couch.

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Lewd Ink 1 – Girls Night Out

11 votes, average: 5.00 out of 511 votes, average: 5.00 out of 511 votes, average: 5.00 out of 511 votes, average: 5.00 out of 511 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5 (11 votes) (5.00)

“Please lift your skirt and remove your panties.”
“Mmmh. I adore straightforward men.”

More hollering from the front room. I’m painfully aware that the inebriated flock of girls flopping over my couch and recliners will be able to hear almost everything.

“Should have installed proper doors instead of curtains maybe.”

The kitsune was having a hard time stifling her giggles as she hooks her thumbs in her thong and twirls around, wiggling her perky bum at me. She bends over and removes the offending piece of cloth.

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Laska and Me – 7

23 votes, average: 4.83 out of 523 votes, average: 4.83 out of 523 votes, average: 4.83 out of 523 votes, average: 4.83 out of 523 votes, average: 4.83 out of 5 (23 votes) (4.83)

I was growing weary of this school-day morning routine. Since school started I’d go through at least once a week. Sometimes twice a week.

It’d been easy to find her at first since she’d just go invisible while still in bed or on top of her sheets. But she was quick to figure out how I’d managed to find her and began getting more creative. First behind the curtains, then under the bed or in the closet. The last two never quite worked since she’d have to move her things.

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