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Biggest Tipper Poll for Monthly Prompt

Alone Time part 2: Sometimes fantasies can't compare to the real deal and Raven get more than she bargained for when Tarble learns what she's been doing when she thinks of him.  

Meet and Greet part 3: Tarble and Blackfire take the fight to the Citadelian empire. 

God Slayer: Jericho fin...

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Bigger Tipper Poll for Monthly Prompt

Alone Time part 2: Sometimes fantasies can't compare to the real deal and Raven get more than she bargained for when Tarble learns what she's been doing when she thinks of him.  

Meet and Greet part 3: Tarble and Blackfire take the fight to the Citadelian empire. 

God Slayer: Jericho fin...

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Big Tipper Poll for Monthly Prompt

Alone Time part 2: Sometimes fantasies can't compare to the real deal and Raven get more than she bargained for when Tarble learns what she's been doing when she thinks of him.  

Meet and Greet part 3: Tarble and Blackfire take the fight to the Citadelian empire. 

God Slayer: Jericho fin...

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Tipper Poll for Monthly Prompt

Alone Time part 2: Sometimes fantasies can't compare to the real deal and Raven get more than she bargained for when Tarble learns what she's been doing when she thinks of him.  

Meet and Greet part 3: Tarble and Blackfire take the fight to the Citadelian empire. 

God Slayer: Jericho fin...

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Be a Dragon: Troublemaker (ch.9)

Hinata was reasonably certain that Neo, if that was her real name, didn't actually know how to drive. They blasted down the roads much faster than when Nero was behind the wheel. She refused to touch the stick that alerted other drivers that she was changing lanes in favor of weaving around cars, driving off of the road, and merging into traffic without looking. 

There was a fierce grin that only grew larger as other cars announced their displeasure with honking, some of them makin...

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Be a Dragon: Fresh Faces (ch.8)

"Nero, we- ahh…! We should, hm, practice with you abilityyyyyyy!!" Hinata moaned, her walls clamping down on me as I thrust into her, milking me for a reward that was stolen by a thin piece of rubber. Despite her words, she shoved her hips back, trying to take me even deeper. Her body was slick with sweat, panting as she rode through her orgasm, her hips gyrating, grinding against mine to draw out her pleasure. 

"Probably," I admitted, leaning down and planting a kiss across the ...

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Be a Dragone: Lucky Happenstance (ch.7)

"That sucked," I summarized my feelings rather well as I walked downstairs after putting Hinata to bed because she was out like a light. It felt weird to dry her off thoroughly, so I ended up putting a towel underneath her on top of the covers then flipping over one half so she didn't catch a cold or anything. I was hardly upset enough that I wished she got sick, or anything, but, being honest, in hoping it's a while before she wakes up. Preferably for the night, thanks to the alcohol. <...

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Going Native: Loss of Touch (ch.30)

My scouter was ridiculous. I looked ridiculous. It covered the upper half of my face, including my nose, leaving only a small portion of my forehead near my hairline visible. My lock of hair that drifted downward seemed to separate the blood-red visor that hid my eyes from view, both of my ears were covered now, which I didn't like. 

But, as stupid as I looked, it was completely worth it to see Elery's dumbfounded expression. She was carrying a mountain of food on a small plate, it...

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Going Native: Touch of Familiarity (ch.29)

Something was wrong. I felt it deep in my gut, the sense that something just wasn’t quite right. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary, though -- their HQ wasn’t under attack, my scouter wasn’t picking up any enemy signatures, and there weren’t any sounds of battle. There was no reason for the unsettling feeling that I felt, but by now, I learned to trust my gut over stuff like logic. So, something was wrong. It was only a question of what. 

I reached out with my sixth sense...

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Power Corrupts: Final Victories (ch.27)

“It’s time,” Hestia said, slamming the lid down on a case hard enough that the sound echoed in the room. Behind the lid stood Hephusteus, exhausted but she had an afterglow that Hestia learned to recognize. Though it was usually after she and Jericho made love but to each their own. Her friend looked satisfied despite her exhaustion, her arms crossed as her lone visible eye was closed while she nodded. 

The moment was ruined by Hermes going to open the lid again, “I wasn’...

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Power Corrupts: Small Memories (ch.26)

“Will it be enough?” I asked, looking down at the slip of paper in my hands, several windows arranged around me. All of them filled with important decisions that could influence how the battle went down. Because, after a week of hellish training, the time had come. Tomorrow morning, at noon, the War Game began.

Jericho

Level: 1

Title: Astute Student

Progress to level 2: 890,765/1,000,000

Stre...

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Power Corrupts: Small Steps Forward (ch.25)

“Jericho?” Hestia muttered quietly once we were back in our own bed. In the end, waiting for Lili to wake up did exactly what I thought it would -- it stressed me out because she wasn’t waking up, and I was worrying myself sick. Hestia wasn’t much better in that regard, and our negativity must have been felt throughout the building because Ryuu sent us to our room with a vague excuse that neither of us had the will to argue. 

“Hm?” 

“Are you going to try so...

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Monthly Prompt #4: Bell's bunny problem

Bell had a problem, he realized as the dust settled over him, his body feeling all tingly while his nose twitched as if he had to sneeze. The first and foremost was that he just dropped the incredibly rare and valuable pixie dust that they had ordered from the fortieth floor that was delivered by the Loki familia. 

The second problem, Bell realized, was that he was no longer a he. He was now a she. Her chest felt heavy, her shirt felt much tighter thanks to a modest bust that strai...

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Be a Dragon: Fresh Faces (ch.8)

"Nero, we- ahh…! We should, hm, practice with you abilityyyyyyy!!" Hinata moaned, her walls clamping down on me as I thrust into her, milking me for a reward that was stolen by a thin piece of rubber. Despite her words, she shoved her hips back, trying to take me even deeper. Her body was slick with sweat, panting as she rode through her orgasm, her hips gyrating, grinding against mine to draw out her pleasure. 

"Probably," I admitted, leaning down and planting a kiss across the ...

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Be a Dragon: Lucky Happenstance (ch.7)

"That sucked," I summarized my feelings rather well as I walked downstairs after putting Hinata to bed because she was out like a light. It felt weird to dry her off thoroughly, so I ended up putting a towel underneath her on top of the covers then flipping over one half so she didn't catch a cold or anything. I was hardly upset enough that I wished she got sick, or anything, but, being honest, in hoping it's a while before she wakes up. Preferably for the night, thanks to the alcohol. <...

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Be a Dragon: Mindless Fun (ch.6)

“It looks very nice on you, Nero,” Hinata said like a broken record with a pleasant smile on her face as I walked out of the changing room wearing a dark red long sleeve with a few buttons at the collar that were left open to form a V-neck. My pants were black, form fitting but not to the point they could be called skinny jeans. Mostly because I needed the ball room. They flowed down to a pair of boots that I liked the look of. I usually avoided dark clothes for the most part because they...

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Going Native: Touch of Familiarity (ch.29)

Something was wrong. I felt it deep in my gut, the sense that something just wasn’t quite right. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary, though -- their HQ wasn’t under attack, my scouter wasn’t picking up any enemy signatures, and there weren’t any sounds of battle. There was no reason for the unsettling feeling that I felt, but by now, I learned to trust my gut over stuff like logic. So, something was wrong. It was only a question of what. 

I reached out with my sixth sense...

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Going Native Interlude #3 (ch.28)

“So, none of you are dead yet?” Bardock asked, speaking through Tora’s speaker. It was his usual opening line for the past year since he joined the Ginyu squad, the few times he was able to get in touch with them. Usually, the Ginyu squad was deep in Reach territory, far beyond the limits of the scouters, for headhunting missions. 

“Eh, some of us are a little worse for wear, but none of the team has died,” Tora answered as he flew above the wreckage of a city, his scoute...

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Power Corrupts: Small Memories (ch.26)

“Will it be enough?” I asked, looking down at the slip of paper in my hands, several windows arranged around me. All of them filled with important decisions that could influence how the battle went down. Because, after a week of hellish training, the time had come. Tomorrow morning, at noon, the War Game began. 

Jericho

Level: 1

Title: Astute Student

Progress to level 2: 930,765/1,000,000

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Power Corrupts: Small Steps Forward (ch.25)

“Jericho?” Hestia muttered quietly once we were back in our own bed. In the end, waiting for Lili to wake up did exactly what I thought it would -- it stressed me out because she wasn’t waking up, and I was worrying myself sick. Hestia wasn’t much better in that regard, and our negativity must have been felt throughout the building because Ryuu sent us to our room with a vague excuse that neither of us had the will to argue. 

“Hm?” 

“Are you going to try so...

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Power Corrupts: Small Setbacks (ch.24)

Ryuu, for all of her willingness to teach, wasn't much of a teacher. That much was very clear when the tip of her sword buried itself into my gut, hardened muscle offering no defense and it was only by her restraint that I merely had the breath knocked from my lungs rather than be ran through. I skid back from the blow, leaving behind a trail of upturned dirt where my feet dug in to rain standing. As soon as I came to a stop, I dropped to a knee involuntarily, clutching my stomach -- the only...

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Be a Dragon: Lucky Happenstance (ch.7)

"That sucked," I summarized my feelings rather well as I walked downstairs after putting Hinata to bed because she was out like a light. It felt weird to dry her off thoroughly, so I ended up putting a towel underneath her on top of the covers then flipping over one half so she didn't catch a cold or anything. I was hardly upset enough that I wished she got sick, or anything, but, being honest, I'm hoping it's a while before she wakes up. Preferably for the night, thanks to the alcohol. ...

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Be a Dragon: Mindless Fun (ch.6)

“It looks very nice on you, Nero,” Hinata said like a broken record with a pleasant smile on her face as I walked out of the changing room wearing a dark red long sleeve with a few buttons at the collar that were left open to form a V-neck. My pants were black, form fitting but not to the point they could be called skinny jeans. Mostly because I needed the ball room. They flowed down to a pair of boots that I liked the look of. I usually avoided dark clothes for the most part because they...

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Be a Dragon: Experimentation (ch.5)

"I can't believe Psimon is dead," Garfield muttered underneath his breath, placing an ice pack to his face to combat the swelling near his eye. Kori looked over at her green friend, feeling some pity for him. He was far more durable in his animalistic forms, but he was not blessed with Tamaranean physique. He could go to Raven to heal the black eye, but he refused to, his heart full of compassion to not let his friend suffer the pain he felt for even a moment for relief. 

"Better s...

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Going Native Interlude #3 (ch.28)

“So, none of you are dead yet?” Bardock asked, speaking through Tora’s speaker. It was his usual opening line for the past year since he joined the Ginyu squad, the few times he was able to get in touch with them. Usually, the Ginyu squad was deep in Reach territory, far beyond the limits of the scouters, for headhunting missions. 

“Eh, some of us are a little worse for wear, but none of the team has died,” Tora answered as he flew above the wreckage of a city, his scoute...

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Going Native Interlude #2 (ch.27)

I awoke in a healing pod like so many times before, only this time it wasn’t easing out of my mind, caught between consciousness and sleep, waiting for someone else to tip the balance to the former. I awoke with a jolt, my eyes snapping, a hand going to the mask on my face, then to my side, feeling flesh underneath my fingers. I was naked. In a healing pod? That...that was good, right?

Wanting to find out, I hit the draining button, getting out -- it was impossible to tell how long I...

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Power Corrupts: Small Steps Forward (ch. 25)

“Jericho?” Hestia muttered quietly once we were back in our own bed. In the end, waiting for Lili to wake up did exactly what I thought it would -- it stressed me out because she wasn’t waking up, and I was worrying myself sick. Hestia wasn’t much better in that regard, and our negativity must have been felt throughout the building because Ryuu sent us to our room with a vague excuse that neither of us had the will to argue. 

“Hm?” 

“Are you going to try so...

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Power Corrupts: Small Setbacks (ch.24)

Ryuu, for all of her willingness to teach, wasn't much of a teacher. That much was very clear when the tip of her sword buried itself into my gut, hardened muscle offering no defense and it was only by her restraint that I merely had the breath knocked from my lungs rather than be ran through. I skid back from the blow, leaving behind a trail of upturned dirt where my feet dug in to rain standing. As soon as I came to a stop, I dropped to a knee involuntarily, clutching my stomach -- the only...

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Power Corrupts: Small Deadlines (ch.23)

Zanis knew better than to try to argue with a pissed off god and made a hasty retreat, practically fleeing the establishment as if Hestia was the devil herself. Given that I had never seen her like this -- the absolute fury etched onto her face as she marched out of the Hostess, bombarding every sense with her godly presence until bystanders were left gaping...Maybe he wasn’t wrong. Because Hestia was marching to the Soma familia’s house, her fists clenched so hard that they trembled at h...

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Be a Dragon: Mindless Fun (ch.6)

“It looks very nice on you, Nero,” Hinata said like a broken record with a pleasant smile on her face as I walked out of the changing room wearing a dark red long sleeve with a few buttons at the collar that were left open to form a V-neck. My pants were black, form-fitting but not to the point they could be called skinny jeans. Mostly because I needed the ball room. They flowed down to a pair of boots that I liked the look of. I usually avoided dark clothes for the most part because they...

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