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February 13, 2019February 18, 2019

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.

February 7, 2019February 18, 2019

Collars Are A Sign of Love

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Blake said staring at the collar in Yang’s hand. A small black leather choker with a long lead clipped over the name tag. Yang had this big smile across her face, that usual energetic grin of that crazy woman. Yang leaned in close against Blake, rubbing her cheek against the cat girl’s.

January 31, 2019February 18, 2019

A Passage of Corruption

It felt so good to give in… She… Grew… So…

In the darkness of all worlds Aqua found herself without an idea of where to go. She was on the ground, gently bringing herself back up to her feet. She felt woozy and confused with no memory of how she got to exactly where she was. Her knees ached as she used them for a moment, standing on one knee and foot. She looked around her, eyes still half closed.

January 24, 2019February 18, 2019

Hard Studying

“Hiya Mistress~!” Kawakami came in through the door to Le Blanc in her maid attire, an umbrella at her side. It was a rainy day outside, the sun hidden behind layers of clouds. The kind of day that made the mornings and afternoons feel the exact same. Dreary, but relaxing at the same time. Kawakami, or Becky as she sometimes went by for the job, came inside, adjusting her hair. “Ah, I see it’s just us again today. Well, it’s nice to be called out. My other customers are just soooo weird!” She said, walking up to the attic to take a seat. Joker followed close behind.

January 22, 2019February 18, 2019

A Trip To A Swamp II

Previous Part: https://saltytea.club/2019/01/a-trip-to-a-swamp

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.

January 22, 2019February 18, 2019

A Trip To A Swamp

Next Part: https://saltytea.club/2019/01/a-trip-to-a-swamp-ii

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.

January 17, 2019February 18, 2019

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.

January 10, 2019February 18, 2019

Stable Job (Commission)

Stable Job

How long had she been standing there? Lana was suddenly aware of just how long she had been staring at the golden knob of the door. How long have I been standing here…? She thought. In her hand was a tray, a tray with a pot of tea and two cups, as per Cecille’s requests. Lana was garbed in the customary maid uniform, a frilly affair done up with fine fabrics and an apron, her hair blue and short with two perky cat ears atop it. Her tail swayed, moving her broad skirt around as she pondered.

December 6, 2018April 16, 2019

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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