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Kind of awkward when you look back at all the broken dreams you've left piled up in your wake and realize that they were actually your own.

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Cold Comfort

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I’m pretty sure I hear a Thud outside my bedroom door.

“This can’t be good” I murmur to nobody in particular as I get out of bed.

“Kígyó…? Hey- are you OK?” I ask my auburn-haired lamia roommate as I poke my head out the door.

“C-can’t…move…..” she chatters, stretched out on the floor. “So….cold….”

I can see that she’s only wearing a silky nightie to protect her from the cold, although she really didn’t have any way of anticipating her current predicament. While it looks almost comical, I know enough that it could be serious business if she’s left unattended in her current state.

I manage to move her to the sofa in the living room

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Crying Wolf- Chapter 2: Eat At Joe’s

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Almost as if I were in a trance, I slowly uncocked the hammer on the .38 before opening up the cylinder, dumping out the bullets onto the countertop and setting the gun down in a drawer in front of me. A show of good faith on my part.

The wolf-girl still looked fairly young, but not so young that I felt the need to ask if I should call her parents or admonish her that it’s a school night.

For some reason, I somehow knew that this bluster and bravado about attacking and raping me after breaking in was just that- all talk.

“All right- so now that you’re here, what do you think is going to happen?” I ask.

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Crying Wolf- Chapter 1: Hungry Like The Wolf

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With my dying breath I curse you, route 202 and 93 interchange. I grumble as I ground to a halt amid traffic backing up in the poorly planned off ramp.

I wasn’t dying yet, but given the inordinate amount of time I spent at this congested interchange, odds were pretty good that this could end up as my final resting place.

Of course, it didn’t help that I was passing through right in the heart of rush hour, too. All I had to do was drop this empty flatbed trailer off at a warehouse a few miles off and it was the end of the day for me. It’s not as though I was totally wanting for entertainment or refreshment, though.

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Active Ingredient- Chapter 2: Sign on the Dotted Line

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Only gradually did it dawn on me that this cow-girl standing before me wanted to harvest and market my spunk as the active ingredient to be used in a snack for other monster-girls for profit. The more I thought about it, the more I had my misgivings.

But instead of immediately backing out, I thought maybe I could passive aggressively derail her plan by poking holes in it as she began to spell out every detail for me.

Yet despite her apparent slow and disorganized nature, it was becoming clear that Rinaata had carefully thought through nearly every detail for this venture of hers as she pulled a manila folder overflowing with documents from one of the kitchen drawers.

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The Shirohebi and the Hunter: Chapter 6- Pressing Matters

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“I leave for not even one afternoon and I come back to find that my temple is being used for unsanctioned orgies!” Lady Hisui snarls angrily at the three of us. Yukihebi, Korigashi and myself are kneeling before the irate dragon in a small room that more or less served as her temple’s administrative offices.

Part of me was wondering if there was such a thing as sanctioned orgies at this temple, but given the Ryu’s current temperament, this certainly wasn’t the time to ask.

“As for you…” she glared at Korigashi. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t call the town guard right now and have you thrown into jail.”

Korigashi could only look away sullenly.

“Lady Hisui…..I take full responsibility for what happened. Both Miss Yukihebi and Koragashi were under the influence of the liliraune nectar. Neither one would be in that position if I had followed through on my outstanding obligations with the Danuki. Whatever punishment you might have in mind for Yuki, I implore you to be lenient with her…”

The Ryu glowered at me and then Koragashi. It was enough to freeze my blood.

“You- I never want to see you set foot in this temple again.” she almost roared

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The Shirohebi and the Hunter: Chapter 5- Usury and Lust

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“She did WHAT!?” I blurted out, my hand belatedly flying out to cover my mouth after I realized how loud I was. Conduct unbecoming of a guest at the Ryu’s temple.

Lady Hisui was genuinely amused, cupping her fingers to her chin as she demurely giggled.

“Shimo congratulated Yuki before she left….” the Ryu said, before sipping her cup of tea. “Granted she scolded Yuki for trying to duck out of the wedding party early, but I heard it with my own ears, young man. I don’t know what you said to Shimo, but I think you managed to make an impression with her.”

It had been a few days since Yuki slipped me that note at the wedding reception, and I hadn’t seen her since, even though the Ryu requested I come over to help chop some firewood. The thing with Lady Hisui is that I wasn’t sure if that was a pretext to get Yuki and I to spend more time together or if she really needed firewood chopped.

It turned out she actually needed firewood to be chopped. According to Lady Hisui,

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The Shirohebi and the Hunter: Chapter 4- Sister of the Bride

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The actual wedding ceremony between Shimo and her fiancée Hiro took place in a shrine in the center of town and was limited to the immediate family of the bride and groom, but the guests would accompany Hiro, Shimo, Yuki, Lady Husui and Hiro’s parents to a spacious banquet hall that abutted a creek within easy walking distance from the shrine.
Shimo emerged from the temple in a red kimono and a red hood while Hiro was wearing immaculately polished ceremonial armored gauntlets and shoulder pads over a formal guard uniform as the gathered guests began applauding and throwing confetti and streamers. Yuki was next to her sister in a dark grey off-the-shoulder kimono top and pleated dress. She leaned in and said something to Shimo before her reserved and aloof big sister threw her arms around Yuki, giving her a big hug and beaming ear-to-ear. Lady Hisui then said something to the two of them before the bride and the Ryu embraced, making their way to the banquet hall. After scanning the crowd for a moment, Yuki spotted me and waved before began making her way over.

On the day of her sister’s wedding, the timid lamia appeared much more confident, assured and animated. I was pretty sure I made a number of the males in attendance jealous as Yukihebi made her way up to me before she reached out and clasped my hands.

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The Shirohebi and the Hunter- Chapter 3: A Day Out With The Ryu

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After my fourth or fifth glass of sake at the tavern, I felt a slender pair of arms slide around my shoulders and the warm swell of a large pair of breasts pressing into my back. Right away I could tell the arms were too dark to belong to the cute shirohebi who had been occupying my mind lately. Yukihebi also didn’t have a colorful dragon tattoo wrapping around her upper arm, either.

“Hanta-kun….are you feeling OK? You haven’t tried fondling me all week.” a husky but still feminine voice asked loud enough for the other patrons to hear.

“Is that an invitation, Burei?” I ask.

Suddenly, the buxom human barmaid rediscovers her modesty and backs away from me as though I had just burst into flame. Burei was easily one of the longest-serving barmaids at this particular izakaya. While not as pretty as some of the newer hires, her brash, straightforward nature somehow endeared herself to alot of the regulars. Every once in awhile, drunkards needed to hear the hard truth, something the demure and prettier new hires were less than capable of.

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The Shirohebi and the Hunter- Chapter 2: Snake Charmed

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Even though there was a little curtain that hung partway down between the yakitori stall and the street, it was pretty easy to tell that a shirohebi was dining there by virtue of the large white serpent’s tail jutting out into the footpath.

The weeks leading up to the wedding went by in a blur. The kindly Ryu formally introduced herself to me as Hisui, and allowed me to stay at the temple a little longer. Under the pretense of helping out with running some errands, I also had a few more lunch dates with the beautiful and shy Yukihebi.

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The Shirohebi and the Hunter- Chapter 1

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“You’re awake.” I heard a voice call out.

The last thing I remember was traipsing around the woods, trying to cut a path through the forest and foothills that would circumvent the emperor’s Customs house for a Gyoubu Danuki client who was interested in smuggling in foreign contraband. She had given me an advance paid in gold the week before, but none of that mattered as I fell down an embankment and slammed my head against a rock on the way down.

I seemed to remember fleeting visions of a beautiful, pale angelic figure watching over me at times. But then again, I did fall from a considerable height and hit my head in the process, so that could also have been explained away as the byproduct of head trauma.

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