(23 votes) (4.78)*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 Variants
Read More... (28 votes) (4.79)The Anubis pup’s ears twitched as she looked towards the entryway, moments later the door opened and Anippe was off like a shot
“Auntie V!” She called as she wrapped herself around the jinko’s leg the second the front door closed behind the jinko.
Looking down, Vanessa laughed “Well hey there stranger! What brings you here?”
Anippe giggled “I’m spending the weekend here! Remember?”
“Of course I do!” Vanessa said as she gently pulled the anubis off her leg.
Art rounded the corner and pulled his wife into a hug “Hey you!”
Anippe stood on her tiptoes and gently pushed her ear against Vanessa’s slightly rounded stomach after Vanessa was embraced by her hubby.
“Hey Claire, how are you doing?” she asked the little bump.
While her name wasn’t set in stone yet Anippe had fallen in love with one of the possible names that Art and Vanessa were considering.
Read More... (50 votes) (4.80)-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.
Read More... (11 votes) (4.64)“With heavy bruises and claw marks across his face, it was clear he had been the center of the scuffle. His parka was gone and he was down to his shirt sleeves, his body already shivering in the cold. What horrified me was that he was currently being held aloft by his neck. The fight had left him, and his limbs hung limply in defeat.”
Read More... (17 votes) (4.47)Someone had once said that freezing to death was a pleasant way to die. You get cold for a while, then go numb, then fall unconscious. It was supposed to feel like a warm blanket settling over you as you drifted off to sleep, and were mercifully out of sorts while your core temperature dropped low enough that your heart grew slower until its last beat. Supposedly, it was as easy as sitting down and taking a nap. Quiet, peaceful. Painless. Sir Reynald vowed to find this person and shove his sabatons as far up whoever’s ass spouted that god-awful bullshit would taste steel for a month.
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(34 votes) (3.56)How far would you go to keep on your promise, especially against all odds?
A young hunter had promised to his wolfgirl friend that he’s always ready to come to help her and that she only needs to call. Now the promise will be put to test.
Read More... (13 votes) (4.62)*CRACKLE* “I SEE A RED DOOR AND I WANT TO PAINT IT BLACK…” Pain. Pain in the head. And the groin, but mostly the head. Made worse by the clock-radio’s shrieking declaration of its love for the darker portions of the color palette. I grope around to my left until I finally chance upon the … Continue reading Small Town Blues Ch. 5
Read More... (24 votes) (4.67)Using some flawed points of reference, a lilim gives out rather dubious counsel in her popular advice column.
Follow up to “My Blue Valentine”, “A Red Admirer” by Carthois and “She Was All Green and 3-D” by Knuckles213 on the MGE Wiki
Read More... (13 votes) (4.77)The market’s parking lot is as jammed as it always is on weekdays. The only spot I can find is that one blank area between spaces at the corner of the lot that isn’t actually supposed to be parked in but no one will really get upset if you park there. Otto’s isn’t a big … Continue reading Small Town Blues Ch. 3
Read More... (34 votes) (4.91)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.
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