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Monster Girl Mixer: Zeta Zeta Zeta House

43 votes, average: 4.30 out of 543 votes, average: 4.30 out of 543 votes, average: 4.30 out of 543 votes, average: 4.30 out of 543 votes, average: 4.30 out of 5 (43 votes) (4.30)

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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Bow Down

26 votes, average: 1.92 out of 526 votes, average: 1.92 out of 526 votes, average: 1.92 out of 526 votes, average: 1.92 out of 526 votes, average: 1.92 out of 5 (26 votes) (1.92)

On request by an Archive of Our Own user. A witch enslaves a human using a powerful foot fetish spell and makes him spy on his own people. His reward for his betrayal is long hours of foot worship and cleaning of her soles. He was too powerful to be made to submit through a … Continue reading Bow Down

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Schoolgirls Aren’t All That Submissive

10 votes, average: 2.00 out of 510 votes, average: 2.00 out of 510 votes, average: 2.00 out of 510 votes, average: 2.00 out of 510 votes, average: 2.00 out of 5 (10 votes) (2.00)

You were chained to a carriage’s walls and brought here into this school you had never heard of. You wandered the halls alone until you found some lost souls like yourself. After making a few friends with them and the higher graders, you heard the horrifying tales of what happened to the students here. They were all broken like beasts and turned into the personal slaves of different dark elves. You had no intention of ending up like that, so you schemed to escape. You set up the hidden cameras before the party they planned to give, and you attached them to recording devices. That way you would have proof of whatever the fuck was going on. You didn’t know whom it would help, but it was better to have proof than have others say you were making tall claims.

You glanced at camera number 87. There was a tall dark elf who went by Mistress Lola walking out of the room on it. She was rumoured to be the smartest, most sadistic, and the Domme of Dommes in the school. No one could cross her or cheek her, even in a fun way, at all. You and the rest of the school was scared shitless of her. She had a way of turning the tables of anyone who even thought of using her for sharpening their repartee. Her tongue was several times more vicious than a comedian’s, and her wit was hard to match even if you were a dragon. No one had gotten away with even trying to trick her.

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Night of the Amethyst Serpent

61 votes, average: 4.74 out of 561 votes, average: 4.74 out of 561 votes, average: 4.74 out of 561 votes, average: 4.74 out of 561 votes, average: 4.74 out of 5 (61 votes) (4.74)

Scarlet everywhere- scarlet tapestry with hieroglyphics hanging from the wall, blood red curtains blotting out the view from outside, red covers draped across the sofa and love seat and a scarlet tablecloth where he and Mai normally ate dinner each night.

 The interior of the little bungalow was lit up in the dim, flickering light of dozens of little burgundy heart shaped candles spread out on the coffee table, counter and dining room table.

 Marco blinked in surprise, uncertain at first over whether or not he was even at the right home. The key worked like it always did, so he reasoned that despite the late hour and his alcohol consumption, he had the right place

 However, his confusion grew as he stepped across the threshold into a home he barely recognized as his own. Did Mai arrange for this? How could she when she’s out of town? he pondered. It looked almost like a vampire had redecorated the interior while he was out.

 Only when he was inside did he realize that he was not alone.

 “Welcome home, my dear Marco. I’ve been expecting you.” a husky-yet-feminine voice beckoned him.

 Shocked, Marco turned to his attention to  see someone casually draped over the love seat. It was a lamia, but it was definitely not a Shirohebi.

 “Who are you?” a startled Marco called out. In the flickering candlelight, he could see that the unannounced woman had dark scales and almost violet-hued flesh on her upper body. Dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and partially concealed her sizeable breasts. She wasn’t wearing a top- at least not in the traditional sense. Through the intruder’s hair, Marco could see that he breasts were covered by what looked like two metallic fleur-de-lis attached as sort of industrial-duty pasties. Much of her lower body was obscured from Marco’s view, but he could see that she wore a thin, sheer skirt adorned with red jewels where her serpentine lower half began. Behind her neck was some sort of hood also decorated with ornamental crimson stones and yellow slatted pupils surrounded by black sclera locked him in a predatory gaze.

 Marco was now face to face with an apophis.

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