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"Crisis has a muuuuuch nicer smile.  It's not even close!" "What's wrong with my smile?"  Liora frowned, and gave the purple-skinned fairy an annoyed, uncertain look. Meleny giggled somewhat unkindly.  "Haha, it's all . . . weird and horrible.  You look like a rabid Kensha or something!" "No I don't!  My teeth are way better than a Kensha's, and my face isn't fuzzy!"  Liora gnashed her teeth in slight frustration (and to demonstrate), but then was somewhat distracted by the unexpectedly amusing thought of having a fuzzy kensha face, which made her grin to herself. Crisis and Meleny both seemed to wince in Liora's direction, and the blonde

The dungeon was filled with unholy chanting and eerie light. Eshrimelle stood fearfully inside a dingy cell, her beautiful blonde hair and pale skin contrasted sharply against the dark stone of her prison.  She was not alone, as three others shared her fate, all beautiful elven women like herself, all still wearing the gorgeously sensual (though now somewhat tarnished) green silk gowns that marked them as powerful users of flora-based sorcery. Of course their abilities were currently quite useless, without so much as a blade of grass to utilize. Their captor's were the evilest and most vile beings imaginable: dark elves.  The quartet of so

For once the veil of slumber pulled back from Mina's mind in a slow and pleasant manner.  Just the half-asleep, subconscious knowledge that Holly was so close gave her a rare feeling of comfortable security. She opened her eyes and stretched where she lay upon a bed of soft river-plants, causing tiny fish to dart away at her movement.  Morning had come, and cheerful sunlight filtered down from above, where it danced and dappled over her bare, pale blue skin and glittered on the dark, shiny scales of her fish-half.  She took a few moments to smooth the tangles that had accrued overnight in her long, dark hair, and shake off the bits of sedime

The sweltering, slimy, fungus-filled swamp-forest of the Bulvon Wood was not Zhara's first choice of location, when taking a foray into the wilds of Felarya. Of course, may people would say leaving Negav at all was the height of stupidity, and an invitation to being devoured. But on the other hand, she had heard reliable rumors that a very large group of well-funded nekos had recently been lost in the area, and most likely left valuables behind. Including a large case of Faldong gems, which had been intended to pay the now-digested hirelings. And split just three ways, it would be a hell of a payoff. The other two members of the crew were E

The pretty, silky-smooth catgirl, sitting on top of the giant table in the middle of the forest, brought her last spoonful of spicy vegetable bake to her lips, and ate it with relish. That done, she licked round the inside of her earthenware bowl, her pink tongue lapping up every last scrap and trace of the delicious meal. Then she sat back, her food settling into her pleasantly full bare tummy, and breathed out a soft, feminine little sigh of pleasure. Looming behind her, towering over her, the giantess smiled rather fondly. To anyone unaccustomed to this scene, it would have appeared distinctly odd. It was a warm, sunny day in the forests

The universe was an endless sea of black, lit only by countless dots of bioluminescent light.  Beautiful blues and reds and greens danced in the watery nightscape, lonely markers in a world without direction or distance.  Somehow it wasn't frightening. Mina felt . . . giddy and nostalgic, more than anything.  She swished her pretty fish-tail through the cool, smooth waters, her dark scales glittering in the uneven light. She chased after the lights playfully.  Her long, dark hair streamed out behind her as she darted to and fro.  The pale blue flesh of her upper half seemed to shift hues pleasingly in the various colored lights, but no matt