Valiant Rescue
Drip… drip…
(Icon art by R4, who kinda posts mostly on Discord nowadays)
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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.
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Peri’s Candy Craze
Something hadn’t been feeling right all day. Peri, the cotton candy haired maniacal killer, noticed that when she plunged her spear into a living breathing person and ended their life in a spray of viscera, she did not feel pleasure. Or at least, not nearly as much as she was used to. The amount that she felt was more… dull. As if everything she liked about killing had been robbed from her!
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Gold coins were pretty little things. They glimmered in torch light. They were heavy in the hand in juuust the right way. Nothing felt quite like that, and not a thing could do all they did. You could be the best farmer in the world, but eventually you’re going to find something that no amount of carrots can afford. Orphelia’s healthy interest in keeping a steady flow of gold kept her going and doing the oddest things that she would never willingly do for much of anything else. When it came to slaying beasts, and cashing in on their sliced off heads, Orphelia was an expert.
Continue reading “A Trip To A Swamp”Running The Drillls (Siege Smut)
Running the Drills
Ela ran through the halls of the objective, a blaring alarm playing over and over in her ear piece. She readied her gun, just one room away from the objective when the all clear was given. The test was over, and the invading team won. Ela let her arms go limp for a moment, her rifle falling to her side, still grasped in her gloved hand. The green haired punk shuddered with her free hand. She stared at her shoes, flinching over and over. With a scream, she threw her hand against the wall. She growled through her clenched teeth, leaning against the wall she threw her rage into.
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The Best Medicine (Is Horse Dick, I’m Sorry)
It had been a long day. Mercy swayed nervously through the kitchen, trying her best. Truth be told, while she was a very decent chef, she hadn’t actually tried to use a stove in forever. She was just so accustomed to ordering out constantly. The pizza place recognized her voice, and the takeout places knew the days they ordered since they were consistent. Somehow, that was depressing, especially since Mercy wished she could cook more. There were plenty of things she wished she did more, but at least tonight she was going to, along with Pharah. Tonight, they were finally going to get so many things they wanted to do, done.
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