Two guys, out on a Friday night, looking for some fun in the Royal Maki… What’s the worst that could happen?Read More...
I turned around to see two rather homely women- both human and standing at the entrance. The shorter, chubbier one with scraggly blonde hair was looking at Perri and myself with a disgusted sneer on her face while she held up a camera phone.
“Remember that golf-ball sized clump of bird shit on the hood of your car last week?” the taller, far more masculine one began to bellow out. “I guess we know who the responsible party is.”
The gruesome twosome took a couple of steps into the pharmacy.
“Wonder what she’s doing here. Don’t those things eat like…..worms and seeds and shit like that?” chubs asked loudly as she was walking right past Perri.
“You know, I heard that these bird-girls are an all female species. They need human men to reproduce.” Chubs said.
“Really? Apparently they haven’t heard of these things called ‘standards’.” Butchie sneered at her friend. “Seems like they’ll sleep with any pathetic, trashy piece of shit to keep the species going.”
As I’m gritting my teeth, Perri seems to be trying to burn a hole into the countertop using just her eyes.
“Ew…what kind of loser is desperate enough to try and score with a girl who’s part bird, anyway?”Read More...
‘Do you like what you see, musuko?’ smiled your okāsan as she walked towards you, swinging her hips a little and turning around to show you her large ass. She wiggled it a little before your eager eyes, then turned around to show you her front again. She placed her hands on her hips. ‘But I think it’s not my ass which needs a little looking at. It’s yours.’
You gasp at her revelation and leap up, running across the bed intending to jump over her head and then get to the door. The element of surprise might work here, since you weren’t as fast as your mum. You just might be able to get to the door and unlock it if she didn’t expect you to leap over her head. You were pretty athletic. It’s how you got away from the (human) teacher who said she would punish you in detention one afternoon. Not wanting to stay bored out of your mind in school even after three o’clock, you slipped out and scaled the school’s wire fence even as she was below yelling at you to come back, and then leaped down to the other side without a scratch. You waved cheekily to your teacher as you left, sniggering as she kept screaming from inside the school boundaries saying she’d have you expelled for that. At least take a picture or two, honey.Read More...
“If it’s not too much trouble, we’ll take you up on your offer. But first, you should meet your new homestay.”
I look around- surely it isn’t the redhead with patchwork skin on her face in the black and yellow jacket. She looks like she’s all business, and right now her business was babysitting this mysterious new guest and Smith. There was the other one off on the property somewhere that I caught a glimpse of on the way in.
As I turned to look around for her, I was aware of a darkness sweeping over me. It wasn’t a cloud- it was something else. Looking up, I briefly catch a silhouette of something with a distinctly feminine outline swooping down on me from above, a pair of outstretched feathery wings backlit by the glare of the sun.
Time stands still and that thought is quickly dispelled as something big whizzes by my head. Instinctively I raise my arm to shield my face, but the looming figure is gone just as quickly as she’s shown up.
And so is my Stetson.
I wheel around, not finding it on the ground right away. Still unsure of what’s going on, I see my hat being clutched in a pair of talons as a giant bird noiselessly flaps its wings over by Smith and the redhead. Only I can now see that its not a bird as the talons clutching my headgear hover a few inches off of the ground.
It’s a woman. A beautiful woman with feathery arms and a surprisingly voluptuous human figure whose legs tapered off to giant talons beneath the knees. The arms almost immediately taper off into almost surfboard-sized wings starting at the shoulder.
How can she fly with such a buxom figure? I thought harpies were supposed to be petite and slender for better flight efficiency. Her hair is platinum- almost white and she’s wearing a pair of denim cutoffs and a light colored tank top with spaghetti straps seemingly struggling to contain a rather impressive bust. With a quick kick of her talons, my hat was now being held loosely in one of her wings- a small clawed hand barely visible among her plumage as she hovers next to Smith.
Save for a tiny disdainful smirk flashed my way, she shows next to no emotion as she alights next to the woman in the dark suit.Read More...
Mark–a submissive man–encounter a lovely Jouro Gumo while at work, and offers to help her out with her needs. Though he may have made a better bargain than he’d first thought…Read More...
The ogre doesn’t waste much time stomping her foot down on the patch of real-estate Talia was occupying an instant prior. However, the smaller werewolf managed to roll out of the way only to be sent flying after taking a glancing kick from the ogress.
However, the werewolf lands in a hunkered down position, looking almost like an Olympic runner at the starting gate somehow propelled backwards as her claws dig into the turf, slowing her momentum. She immediately gets back onto her feet seemingly unbothered by the abuse the ogress has been dishing out.
“Don’t you know better than to go after a wolf’s prey?” she speaks up.Read More...
You make your way steadily through the halls in your freshly repaired uniform. You couldn’t even see the stitch marks, though this was probably because the entire thing was a deep black to begin with. There was no accounting for the taste of Mistress Carmen, though she seemed to play perfectly in line with the expectations of her vampiric heritage. All of the uniforms were black, with the males having standard white trim and the females having red. Your footfalls were muffled by the blood red carpet that ran the walkways, but left the grey stone floor visible at the edges. You come to one of the staircases leading into the basement, and head down.Read More...
I have been introduced to heaven. Or hell, I am not sure yet. To think that just a minute ago I was lying in my bed, trying to get sleep. My rest was disturbed however, when Meilin, my Jinko roommate bursted in. She often trains late into the night, so this would have been nothing special, if in her exhausted stupor she would have not tipped into my bed, right on top of me.
Unlike Meilin, I have not gotten out too much myself and would even go as far as to say I am weak, so I have no way of lifting two meters of muscle from top of me. Being trapped under a monstergirl really gives you some time to get acquainted with her body. Despite her muscular build, Meilin does feel very soft on top of me. Her fur, which I had though to be coarse from constant training is actually very smooth and warm. Of course, she had not showered after training, so her sweat is dripping on me, making me sticky. While I do not dare to cop a feel, Meilin’s ample breasts had conveniently fell on my face, letting me get extremely familiar with them. This is not necessarily a good thing, since it makes it hard to breathe for me. The strong smell of her sweat does not certainly help either, even if it is more womanly than bad.Read More...