What makes you a Telothian Knight, what makes you a league above natural humanity, is the fire inside of you. It is what gives you the power to destroy corruption, and end the lives of the Inhumans. Never once has it occurred to you, what you would become, were it ever to be snuffed out…Read More...
My entry in the January 2019 speedwrite. A cheeky relic hunter and his companion raid an ancient Chinese tomb, and find an explosive guard!Read More...
“C’on Perri. Quit being so difficult and just get on down here.”
“Why? So you can get drunk and make me sleep in the barn again?” she asks loud enough for everyone to hear.
That flying fucking bullshit artist. I can’t see from down here, but I’m sure she has that infuriating smirk right now.
I grit my teeth.
“That’s…..” I begin to say through the megaphone. This wasn’t a mistake or a misunderstanding on her part- she was straight-up lying about my treatment of her in front of pretty much the whole county. Instinctively I was going to say “That’s not true” but then inspiration struck me.
Why not fight her bullshit with more bullshit?
“That’s because you keep dive-bombing my schnauzer! The poor thing is terrified of you now!”
Oh the look on her face. She’s been getting used to goading and teasing me, but not being on the receiving end of such treatment. The surprise and indignation on Perri’s face was visible even from my lowly position on the ground, and it was sweeter than any gooey, caramel covered confectionary.Read More...
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap* The buzz and error message seemed to mock his over-eagerness, yet his jittery thumb immediately retried the familiar four-tap-sequence on reflex. His excitement betrayed him again however and another “Incorrect Code” message appeared. He took a deep breath, holding his smartphone in a whisper grip for him that still held it … Continue reading VariantsRead More...
Vanessa didn’t know much about structural engineering, but she knew enough that something about this gingerbread house looked a bit off.
If she had to guess, it would probably be entire chunks of the gingerbread house’s wall missing. Curiously, she could swear there were what looked like little fang marks around this missing gashes in the gingerbread wall.
Fang marks seemingly consistent with at least three of her daughters.
“Girls? You wouldn’t know anything about this….?” she asked while absently bouncing little Claire on her knee. The jinko mother was quietly grateful that her youngest wasn’t old enough to snatch stuff off of tables when they thought nobody was looking.
“About what, mom?” Eva asked innocently. Gabby and Layla were by the Christmas tree doing a rather poor job of trying to stifle their giggling.
“Try as I might, girls- I can’t figure out how this gingerbread house ended up with so many holes in it. I was wondering if you could maybe tell me….”
“I’m saving room for one of grandma’s pies.” Eva said nonchalantly.Read More...
“Who are you and what are you doing in my dreams dressed like that?” I ask.
“Dressed like wh-” she doesn’t even finish her question before letting out a little shriek and reflexively covering herself up with her arms as she looked down, even though I couldn’t see anything too salacious from where I was standing.
“Oh…oh my…..you must have greater control of this dreamscape than I anticipated.” she observed timidly. “Not quite full lucid dreaming, but still…..”
Come to think of it, the beautiful, bespectacled bovine woman in this dream kitchen is (barely) dressed in a manner that seems a bit reminiscent of the Gil Elvgren or Freeman Elliot pin-ups I’m so fond of.
“Please…” she implored me. “I…I can tell you what you would like to know, but can I get something a little less revealing?”
Wait a sec- I have the power to dress and undress her in my dreams? Well now- this could be pretty fun.
The apron vanishes altogether, and my bovine visitor has one arm draped across her voluminous breasts and her hand covering up between her legs.
“KYAAAAA! I…I’ve been tarnished forever. Nobody will want to marry me now!” my uninvited visitor lamented as she tired even harder to conceal herself. “I’m a sage with 400 years experience in this field- why would you even want to do such a thing to me, young man?”
“Hang on, hang on….” I try to reassure herRead More...
Weeks after the conflict in the town square, Priscilla the orc is getting used to her training as a mercenary. But an old enemy is keeping an eye on her, even as she starts to get closer to the man she loves… Features an orc primarily, along with many other supporting monstergirls. Explicit content.Read More...
When knights of the Holy Orders come to Goslar, Priscilla the orc finds herself in over her head. Little do the people of her town know that much more trouble is on the way… Features an orc primarily, along with many other supporting monstergirls. Explicit content.Read More...
“I’m convinced that you are in no way intoxicated, Mr. Host.”
“What the hell was that all about!?” I pant, bringing up my hat so that I can see.
“The oldest daughter in prior host family taught capoeira- she gave me a few lessons.”
“It’s a fighting style that originates from Brazil that incorporates common dance moves into-“
“I…I know what it is, Perri.” I mumble. “I’m just wondering why…”
“In Japan, I couldn’t fly as much as I would’ve preferred- but my host family sought other ways for me to remain physically active.”
“But…you’re….an apex predator! That’s like teaching a 700 lb gorilla how to use a crossbow!”
“Are you calling me a gorilla?” she scowled at me.
“I could call you a lot worse than that.”Read More...
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.Read More...