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A Second Fragment From The Diary of A Chimeranologist

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The early 19th century roars ahead as modern science begins taking shape. Its adherents charge ever onward to discover the unknown and detail the obscure. Despite being a woman, the intrepid kikimora of noble birth, Sashenka Demidov, counts herself among them. Having narrowly avoided the grip of death in the forests of South Africa, she awakes in an inhospitable land of red sand and scorching heat, determined to continue her quest to shine a light upon the monster girls of this world.

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Father’s Day

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If there’s anything our town is quite good at, it’s bland, generic-looking strip malls.
And it was at just such a mall at the corner of Yavapi and Maricopa that salvation came in the form of the After School Special.

Problem was, this was going to be a pretty tough sell to my wife.

“We’re here.” I announce as I kill the engine and get out of the truck, uncomfortably aware that the way the ‘After School Special’ sign was arranged, it appeared to be highlighting the word ASS.

Sakaali opened her door and I headed over to the passenger side to help her out.

“Graham- what is this place?” Sakaali asked, her skepticism apparent.

“Somewhere that’s not too crowded on father’s day.” I explain. “Sometimes me and Art will grab a couple of beers here.”

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A Fragment From the Diary of a Chimeranologist

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“The Hybridus Humanoids or ‘Monster Women’ that we write about are but a shadow of this planet’s immense biodiversity, as all across the globe there are species just waiting to be discovered.” These are not the sentiments of some wretched Fantasy author in the Modern Era. No, this is the 19th century, and the proverbial determination of one aristocratic Kikimora to travel beyond her home to discover all that the world has to offer.

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Paladin Reintegration Programme

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-One of my older stories, edited with the same level of care and attention of a Kubo Tite background and aged like fine milk, this truly will count as something you’ve read today-

Times were hard for the humble Paladin. The Demon Lord had won, and monstergirls were now accepted throughout the kingdom. A Paladin no longer had any place in a world where men now freely slept with these monstrous women. But the new government was determined to retrain these poor men, and reintegrate them into decent society. No matter what the cost.

“How many more times are you going to get sent here this week!?”

You bravely faced your foe, a mighty dragon. But you had battled this monstrosity many a time before, and were not afraid. You were Sir Alfred Yaleton, noble Paladin and servant of our most wondrous Chief Goddess. Compared to her love this demon was but a helpless child. By the end of the day many a tale would be told about your heroic vanquishing of Kathy from Human Resources.

“You kneed Heather in the face! All she did was offer you a titfuck!” The dragon snarled. The evil beast was correct, you had indeed battled with the foul Holstaurus from accounting, and tasted sweet victory before your nemesis had summoned you into her dark lair. “You might have given her concussion, you fuckwit!” Smoke billowed from her mouth as she glowered down at you. Her room had been made fireproof due to health and safety concerns, the concerns being that she might burn down this building like the last two she was stationed at.

How such a mighty warrior had fallen, not long ago you were a legend, a protector of the innocent. Songs were sung of your great deeds by the finest bards of the land, and Tom Jones. But now you simply toiled away in an office surrounded by the repugnant beasts who you once fought bitterly against.

“Ara ara! Alfie’s been a naughty boy!” cooed an Arachne hanging from the ceiling. You didn’t know what kind of incantation “ara ara” was, but you thought it best to assume she was attempting to curse you. You reached for your holy shield to protect yourself, only to remember it was confiscated last week, when you hit that Lizardwoman in the head with it for slapping your ass.

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Let’s Adopt A…(Kikimora)

30 votes, average: 4.27 out of 530 votes, average: 4.27 out of 530 votes, average: 4.27 out of 530 votes, average: 4.27 out of 530 votes, average: 4.27 out of 5 (30 votes) (4.27)

Young, abandoned Kikimora looking for a kind master, and father to work for, and learn from. Currently has abandonment issues, fairly clingy, a tad moody, a bit clumsy, and still new to a lot of things, but she has a heart of gold, and very affectionate and hard working!

Anyone interested in raising a little maid, please visit our Orphanage at your latest convenience.

xoxo- Katy- [Founder]

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Blackstaff

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-Written for the Kikimora/Satyros contest a while back. This is the story of a Kikimora who wants to be an adventurer, encountering a drunken acquaintance, scheming mages, annoying Shoggoths, dark gods and far too many adverbs along the way-

“How the hell did you manage to get kicked out of a Bacchus temple for being drunk and disorderly?” Susan tried not to sound too impressed, but this really was a special feat. The temple was legendary for not giving a shit.

Kalista leaned forward, still swaying a little. “You ever hear of something called ‘Feeblemind’?” She asked with a grin.

“You mean that thing the Chaos worshippers drink for their rituals?”

“Yeah, that’s the stuff.” The cocky look on the Satyros’ face was replaced by confusion. She scratched her ear. “How’d you know?”

“You told me. You said you’d have to be insane to drink it.”

“…I did?” Kalista asked, looking distantly to the side in thought. Eventually she just shook her head and regained her cheerful composure. “Well, anyway, I was getting bored of the temple’s wine and fancied a change. So I got this bottle of the cultist’s stuff and thought it sounded like one hell of a party. Can’t really remember the rest…”

Susan sat upright with her eyes widened in horror. “You actually drank that stuff? Do you even know what’s in it?”

“Well, no.” Kalista said, downing the remains of her pint. “I wouldn’t really want to, either. I get the feeling it’d just put me off. Fancy another drink?”

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