Queen’s Grace: Lair of The Dracotaur
DEMON IDOL TRANSFORMATION
RITUAL
BAD BATH
Recursive Toon
Recursive Toon
Ebony fluid rolls inside the glass container. In his hand, Chris rolls the bottle gentle by the neck, watching the ichor inside sway heavy like pitch dark syrup. He didn’t hold it long; Just that one bottle was worth more than he really thought it could ever live up to. The main attraction to this specific bottle over the usual stuff was its appearance. The bottle was this fancy older style, circular with a broad neck with lips that laid over lime an umbrella, creating a comfortable place for the fingers to rest. The body was decorated with a grizzly cartoon skull and crossbones.
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Sabrith and Tayelle
The Cat Café
The plate with the little cake was placed atop the covered table. Tayelle looked down at it with a big excited grin. “Oh wow! Look at how adorable it is!” She gestured to it happily. It was a tiny cake, spongy wet and soft. Pink frosting laid atop it all sparkling and cute, painted perfectly into a little cate face.
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The bottle was filled with a fluid black as night. Tharja toiled over it, stirring the materials inside thoroughly with a long glass rod. Noire watched her mother work, her eyes tracing the movement of that wrist. The whirlpool of obsidian fluid curled away beneath Tharja’s dutiful gaze, her sinister purple eyes watching as everything went as planned.
Continue reading “A Sexual Ouroboros”Hot Times in Hot Water
Hot Times in Hot Water
The towel dropped to the stone floor behind her. The woman walked, her bare feet echoing on the wet stone. Her black tail swiftly swayed behind her, a mass of soft black fur with a white snowy tip. She was a warrior but not with swords and blades.
Continue reading “Hot Times in Hot Water”MEGALOMANIA – Sabrith and Tayelle vs Cecille Alborne
“You have my word,” Sabrith spoke with her voice firm and high. “We will defend you, all of you! Until my very last breathe.” The cat girl gave a firm smile caught between her warrior’s determination and her savior’s grin. She looked back the scarred girl in the robes until she let back a little nod. With her approval, Sabrith rushed back onto the streets of Parren Hold, the cobblestone beneath her armored feet turning into a blur as she sprinted out.
Continue reading “MEGALOMANIA – Sabrith and Tayelle vs Cecille Alborne”You’ll Never See It Cumming
The strange tendrilled beast sent off another shot of the strange pink mist from its plantlike structure. “Ann!” Futaba shouted out from the safety of her Persona. “Come on! Be careful! That stuff is the same stuff that made Haru and Makoto fall over!”
“Roger, Oracle!” Ann said, trying her best to leap out of the way of the oncoming cloud of strange pollen. “But it’s pretty tough! This stuff is spreading out like crazy!” The blonde in the tight red cat suit looked over at her allies. The rest of the party was still on the ground. Haru was panting, her face a deep flushed red, and she was nervously pushing her hands down against the frilly outfit that clung to her chest. Makoto was on her knees, eyes squinting as her fingers pushed against her crotch. Ann felt a tingle in her at seeing her friends in such a rough state.
A cloud of pink rolled through and encompassed Ann. “No! Ann!” Futaba yelled out. The pink surrounded the cat girl. She gasped and coughed as the substance seeped into her, her skin absorbing it heavily. She cooed as she fell to her knees, her eyes filling with hearts. With no other option, Futaba issued orders for a quick retreat! The group regained their composure and darted back along the halls of the palace, returning into the bedroom saferoom just a bit away to figure out what it was that happened.
Continue reading “You’ll Never See It Cumming”You Are Me, My Everything (Cecille Self-cest)
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You Are Me, My Everything
A Tale of Love and Vanity
Everything was bathed in eternal sunset. Fields of wheat swayed to the wind in the amber hue. Farmers rose to only the most subtle of changes to the lighting. Night was more purple, morning was more orange, but the differences were much less severe than what the rest of the world now felt.
Continue reading “You Are Me, My Everything (Cecille Self-cest)”Dark World Bunnies
The sounds of a world changed was what Zelda awoke to. She felt groggy and confused as she rose up to her feet. Her dress still clung to her body, but everything about it just felt a tad odd. Her body just felt so strange, but she couldn’t quite place the feeling. “Link… everyone…” She took in her surroundings.
Up above her pretty blonde head were trees tall and thick with greenery. They were ancient forest sentinels untouched for hundreds of years. Their gnarly branches were dipped at the ends in bountiful bunches of thick leaves, broad stars of green. Zelda took a few steps amongst these timber giants, pressing her hand against the bark of a tree.
Continue reading “Dark World Bunnies”Dragon Date at Dragon Stone
Dragon Date at The Dragon Stone Mall
Dragon Stone was a fucking metal name for a mall. No wonder Sabrith could appreciate it so much. It was objectively impossible to deny the appeal of a mall with a more fantasy oriented name. She always wondered where exactly it was that the name came for the mall. The city had a few others and they all had the usual names one would expect. *Insert City Name Here* Shopping Centre/Mall/etc. But Dragon Stone broke the mold, which was probably for the best since it wasn’t the only mall in town.
Continue reading “Dragon Date at Dragon Stone”A Trip To A Swamp II
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Drip, drop, drip. It was probably the most painful five feet she had ever walked in her whole second coming. Orphelia could feel the sensation of the writhing slugs in her nuts as she followed the shapely mage back into her home. It was certainly bizarre, and Orphelia could muse on it all night, and come up with a dozen observations about the plethora of eye catching things she saw just on the walk to the chamber pot in the backroom, but these slugs were hell bent on making her cock dribble like a wounded beast.
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