story – Page 6 – Salty Tea Club

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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