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Wormhole Ch.3 (Updated)

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Finding out that more portals will open in the not to distant future, Jason must make a decision: drink away his problems or face them head-on. But maybe going a few rounds with a bigger adversary may help him clear his head, or just lose it.

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Eloise and Marin

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A contest entry focused on an injured Holstaur, her husband, and their journey together.

“You broke my nose,” wheezed Snake as he stumbled back. He was clutching his nostrils as blood gushed down into his mouth. He spit out viscera as he pointed at Marin Le Tiec. “Why the fuck-” He reeled back again as the smaller Frenchman lunged past his accusation like a dog unleashed. A straight punch from Marin’s left drilled into Snake’s ribcage. It broke a few lower rib bones and elicited second, shallower gasp from Snake as his bulk crumbled onto the gravel parking lot of the Silver Bar. “What- what do?” The beleaguered ranch hand uttered between desperate gasps. Marin tossed something the size of an unfolded wallet to Snake. Under the pall of the Bar parking lot’s dim lamppost, Snake squint and tried to make out what it was. The pain kept the answer just out of reach despite its alarming familiarity.

“Don’t recognize your handiwork?” Marin asked in his best Midwest impression. He grabbed the birch-core, Lousiana Slugger from his back. He choked up on the grip as he saw the American batters do just before stepping up to the plate. He tested it with a swing above Snake’s head. The sound it as it cleaved through the air reminded Marin of a whooshing plane taking off next to him. 

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Not Alone, Chapter 2

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Life in Goslar is as normal as can be, for a town with both men and monsters. As Roger the chemist goes about his daily tasks, dodging amorous advances and preparing his greatest creation yet, he doesn’t realize that his orcish roommate is barely holding on to her own frustrations, and that life is about to get much more complicated for them both… Features an orc primarily, along with many other supporting monstergirls. Explicit content.

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Mors Funebris Ch. 2 P 7

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“She may very well might.” Tia replied testily, barely holding onto her anger. “Why did you leave your nurse behind like that, and what are you doing?” she demanded, shaking slightly. Arawn finally turned and looked at her.
“I left her because of the cat.” He replied, and said nothing more as if this explained everything.
“What cat?” she asked finally. He looked at her with furrowed brows.
“That cat.” He stated as he lifted up his good hand, and pointed at,…nothing.

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