Mewwy Christmas


“Christmas makes no sense!”
Nathalie, the cheshire exchange student is having a field day with the delightfully crazy Christmas traditions of the world she finds herself in.
Room mate and best friend Caroline tries to make her understand, but other things soon take priority in their lives…

This little Christmas story is, aside from an NSFW-Epilogue, entirely SFW. Have fun reading :3c

I dedicate this story to a friend of mine that has a horrible illness to fight. Get well soon friend, so we can nerd out some more about monster girls x3

New body, new resolution!


With our winter exams finally over, I planned on spending Christmas and New Year with my boyfriend. However, my relaxing plans came to a sudden halt when I was given disturbing news.

My transformation as a Succubus isn’t complete yet!

With my mind wracked with worry, I couldn’t find time to relax as I desperately tried to figure out what was wrong with me, though it seems that I wasn’t the only one who had issues…

Ms. Scales Department


The story of a chronic job-hopper falling into another job. Follow Cole Rush navigate the hiring process, the intricacies of working in the modern day alongside monster girls, and meeting his manager while figuring out the best way to avoid doing anything. More stories set in the Mythfolk universe to come!

Second Place in the 2019 Christmas long story entry

A Crescent Date Before Christmas


Disclaimer: This is not one of my best pieces of writing and in hindsight is a bit cringe. I wanted to try something a bit different with the Christmas format while also including some references to my other works, but the end result isn’t up to my usual level of quality. For many people Christmas…

North Woods Christmas


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.