Fear of Inferiority


Do you know the saying that we’re never alone in this world? I used to dismiss that as mere fiction since we weren’t able to find proof of sentient life outside of our planet. Turns out, I was dead wrong.

Not only do living beings out there like us exist out there, but it also proved one theory. The multiverse theory. It states that if it’s anything the human man can imagine, it exists somewhere out there. I just never imagined the first thing we’d encounter out there were sexy monster girls.

They became the topic of discussion when they first arrived. Only recently popping up about some five years ago, they took the world by storm. With no rhyme or reason for their appearance, they proliferated with the help of eager men and even women alike. I’d be lying if I didn’t have an interest in them myself, but there’s just one thing I value more than just mass sex appeal…

The Pledge – Part 1


She could hear what sounded like his voice as he struggled just to sob and breathe. Her tight hold around his head loosened, her hands tilted his head back as he gasped for air, eyes slightly turned up and light drool from his mouth. She giggled, “I guess I went a little overboard for you” Her hips still rocked on his lap, her eyes closed, and head titled back “mmmph but your fresh seed is just too good for only one time”

Little Monster Miracle Orphanage (Day 22)


“First night, think he’ll be okay?” Fubuki asked.

“He’ll be just fine, now then, any updates on our Wonderland problem?” Katy asked.

“Our ambassadors have arranged a meeting, we’re just waiting on you” Fubuki said.

“Right, well let’s get to it, the better we can understand each other, the faster we can help the little ones” Katy said.

Goetic Justice 2


Ryan’s idyllic life is shattered when a shadowy organization that seeks to control the spread of summoning in the world attempts to have him killed.

Holly, Mint, and Visgali


A luckless Nightgaunt drowns her misery at the bar of her friend Holly who has an interesting proposal.

“What’s my soul like then?”

“Eh, like an Ogress. Big, full of… hard stuff. Pulpy.” Visgali’s abyssal eyes were mesmerizing, but the comparison stung the bartender’s own pride. “You’re a stiff drink, but I need a- a-,” the nightgaunt’s eyelids lulled over as she drifted off to sleep mid-sentence.