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In Transylvanna Ch. 1

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In the smoking undead metropolis of Transylvanna, anything can happen. And as Owen, our protagonist, is about to find out, that’s scarcely a good thing. Meandering into the cutthroat world he thought he knew in search of breathing space, Owen soon finds himself, along with the local gang of indentured misfits that call themselves the local press, entangled in a plot most fowl.

Sylphie didn’t respond. Then, quietly, she asked, “Do you like it here, pet?”

Then, “What?”

“In Transylvanna.”

Owen was silent, staring downwards. Below them, next to Sylphie’s booted foot, was a thigh high stocking. It belonged to Sylphie. But it was in Owen’s room. And it was, for lack of a better adjective, crusty.

It had been the classiest wank Owen had ever had. He never came. He arrived.

“I’ve never seen outside.” Owen muttered, slowly trying to push it under the bed.

“My mother bought you young.” She said quietly. “From a slave trader. For me. You were to be my human playmate. It’s an, uhm, tradition. That’s where you came from. That’s why we met.”

Owen was quiet. Slowly, he said, “I didn’t know that.”

He couldn’t see Sylphie’s face in the dark. He could see her eyes, red and womanly. It made him feel strange, like he should be scared, but he wasn’t. He felt safe. For a moment, he wondered how red eyes floating in the darkness could be seen as a bad thing. The stocking was under the bed now, but it could be further under the bed. She could still notice it. She could smell it. How had she not smelled it?

“You were meant to be my personal slave. You did everything I said, because that’s how you were taught. More recently, you appear to have forgotten that.”

Something buried in the back of Owen’s mind began to resurface. Had he displeased her? This wasn’t good – “S-Sylphia, I’m really sorry if-“

“I’m glad you’ve forgotten.” She whispered. “It must be terrible, being a slave.”

“Yeah.” Owen responded, after a moment, still trying to push the stocking away. “It must be.”

“O-Owen?” She asked, her searching glare losing its focus, looking off somewhere into the darkness behind him as she released his hand. Owen heard his own name, but didn’t quite process it. No, that couldn’t have been Sylphia. Sylphia wouldn’t say-

“What?”

“Would you like to kiss me?”

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Spotter

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David is a gymcel who has devoted his life to forging the perfect body. He follows his training and diet more strictly than most people do their religion, even going so far as to abstain from relationships with monster girls, believing they’ll keep him from the iron paradise. One day, he forgets his Order ring which protects him from their advances and keeps him focused. A certain hellhound notices, and leaps on the opportunity to take advantage of him.

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Monster Girl Mixer: Zeta Zeta Zeta House

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Normally sorority parties at Lorem Ipsum University are raucous and rowdy. The sheepgirls of Zeta House tend to throw more…casual affairs. But sedate as they are, the boys who visit always seem to end up tired enough to spend the night. Good thing that the Zeta girls make excellent pillows!

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