It was an exhuasting year in Techcurve for Claire. Well, to claim it was exhuasting was a lie. The human was just mentally tired of the work culture. She had spent more time in someone's thighs or as their boobs than actually getting work done that it was heavily effecting her deadlines. However whenever it became an issue, the excuse was approved of by HR pretty much immediately. However, Claire had reached her breaking point when a company white board had a small tally of how many times e

It was a warm night, and Franny the human priestess was crouched in a bush, gazing at the cabin which was absolutely brimming with illicit activities. Loud music, giggling and laughing after 12 AM, non-standard torch and lighting colors... and no doubt... Herbs of the mental state altering variety. She was fuming a bit at how evil it all was. How illegal. SURE there wasn't any town nearby and SURE it wasn't as bad as the den of villainy that was Goldshire, but it was corruption that would ru

Kobold Hibernation Preparation!Umi smiled and looked at her bucket list. 'Slowly digested by a hibernating Cold Blooded Sentient that's smaller than me' being the 8193th belly idea she had planned and by the gods she was going to get it done. A snort of amusement as her friend, (a plump and lovable sphynx in her humanoid form) was heard. "I mean... I CAN help you with that... but I got a deal with this strange nature documentist and if I help you with this. You're helping me as well. Don't

Day 14: Nutcracker...It was quite a long day for Corey. With some of her friends missing around the toy factory lately, and the rate of mimics being detected increasing, the usually safe job has become rather... unsafe. Harshly so. Still, she decided to transfer departments to something that mimics could never be hiding in. Nutcrackers. It was a simple crafting gig. Put the festive toys together. Make sure they can crack a nut. Move onto the next one. There was supposed to be two people

Day 13: NOOT NOOT!Servanius Delcadis the master biologist, zoologist, and gastrologist hummed in delight. Standing next to her were three Abelf volunteers. Servanius herself was a human, but she was a special kind. One whom could come out of any stomach unharmed, any intestines, unabsorbed, any guts, undigested. Of course, it wasn't as if she was immune to acid. She just was really good at healing magic as well as massaging the guts to allow her to pass. During this time of year, with how

Day 12: Selkie!Community service, it wasn't exactly a fate many elves could admit they'd be apart of. Most of the time it was either an immediate karmatic gastric justice, or an unrelated gastric event... or Santa would remind folks not to break her few rules. However for the very minor stuff, there was Community Service.Jay huffed a little and gazed around at her fellow crime doing elves and then at the lead of the pack, Silver. The lamia had a small bulge of gurgling elf meat traveling thro

Day 11: Polar BearPatriska was a simple woman. She was a big woman. She hunted prey, she took care of her house, she worked off her prey, she went to sleep. It was a very, very simple process. Of course, her prey tended to be wild animals, shifted slowly to elves when the christmas magics came into the air. Patriska didn't know why, nor did she care. She was tall, taller than most by almost double. She was thick, and she was strong under that thickness. She had white hair, a small tail,

Day 9: Mrs. Cold"You're telling me, our long time enemies, the evil kingdom of Gingerbreadia... HAVE A DRAGON PROTECTING THEIR QUEEN NOW?" Princess Mint demanded. Her messanger whimpered and panicked."Y-yes, your highness." She explained. The Servant was, like many in the lands of Candycania. A pale human with colorful hair, usually red. Sweet and delicious. Mint, like her mother and queen though, was a bit... more plump. She did not mind indulging in some cannibalism and her body had the