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Status Update 1: Changes coming to Patreon rewards.

So, after a couple of months, I've finally realized that there are a lot easier ways to deliver rewards, get your input and overall make things a little more streamlined. Because, to be honest, I feel like I've been failing on my end in terms of delivering rewards that are promised. There haven't been that many polls so you could use your votes, the snippets that I promised to deliver are on pause since the websites that I used to collect your votes don't work the way I thought they did and s...

Power Corrupts: Divine Endurance

Have you ever had a scene that just...k

Going Native: Eyes from a Different Perspective

There really weren’t words to describe the ‘oh shit’ moment that I had when I saw a power level that was six digits long. My head snapped to that direction so fast I would have given myself whiplash if I was a lesser species, my jaw-dropping. It was hundreds of miles away, so I could only hope that it was a saiyan going oozaru, but even then they must be crazy strong to start with. 

130,000. There were only two saiyans that could have a power level like that, and since one of...

Power Corrupts: Divine Ecstasy

I’ve made a mistake, I realized as I ran through the halls, my legs aching with every step. Lili probably didn’t weigh fifty pounds soaking wet, but her bag was another matter entirely. It was huge and packed to the absolute brim with what I could only assume were bricks. I couldn’t even guess how much it weighed other than a lot. Worse, since it was on Lili’s back, my balance was pretty much nonexistent. 

“Is Mr. Jericho okay?” Lili asked, from her vantage...

Going Native: Eyes Wide Open

A hand grabbed me by the hair, yanking my head back before a heavy fist crashed against my nose, flattening it with a spray of blood. The fist came down again against my jaw, jerking my head to the side, blood filling my mouth that leaked out when the fist came down again. And again. And again. 

“Ughk,” I groaned, lashing out with a foot, catching a solid wall of muscle in front of me. Distantly, I heard a scoff before that same fist slammed into my stomach hard en...

Power Corrupts: Divine Desires

His penis was touching her butt. That was the first thing that Hestia noticed as the grips of sleep slowly released her. She felt it through the thin cloth of her dress, the tip of it just barely holding on by the hem to separate the two. If she moved upwards ever so slightly, his penis would be touching her bare bottom. If she moved up enough, it would be touching her…

Would that count as sex? Or was it already too late to still call herself a virgin goddess? 

Going Native: Birds eye view

Shorter chapter than normal. This one just didn’t want to be written, the first time I’ve run into writer's block for this story, so that's why its a little short. Sorry about that. 

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“Are we winning?” Vegeta asked, looking at an overly detailed hologram of the Reach empire. Far too overly detailed. Numbers that meant nothing to him, scrolling text that meant less, arrows pointed at places that he had never heard of and didn’t care to learn. He looke...

Power Corrupts: Divine Release

Unfortunately, Hestia hadn’t climbed in

Going Native: Taste of Life

Like so many times before, I woke up in a healing pod. The mask around me was a reassurance, I didn’t feel any pins and needles so my injuries must have healed already. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of bubbles washing over me as I rested. My mind cleared of any thought, blissfully blank as I balanced on the border of sleep. 

Eventually, like all good things, my rest and blissful state of oblivion came to an abrupt end when someone started tapping at the...

Power Corrupts: Divine Promises

I’m not hungry. I haven’t been hungry since I found myself here, I thought as I walked through the streets of Orario. Between dying, fighting and just walking around the city, by now I should be starving. And yet, I wasn’t even peckish despite not eating for a day and a half. Not so much as a cracker or apple or anything. 

Same with being thirsty. I was really thankful that I picked Natural Deodorant because I must have sweated gallons down in the Dungeon. Steel ...

Going Native: Taste of Death

“Father,” Vegeta started hesitantly, a nutrient bar pausing before it entered his stomach with the other thirty he ate as an after spar snack. He shifted in his seat, his cape serving as a convenient cushion, trying not to look up at his father. Instead, he looked out at the great stretch of desert that served as their training ground. 

Dunes that towered over hundreds of feet above them, easily two oozorus tall. Some were flattened, collapsing from the ferocity of...

Power Corrupts: Divine Worries

 She touched a penis. No matter what she did to distract herself, from tidying up, to reading a book, to trying to sleep, no matter what, Hestia’s thoughts drifted back to that thought. It wouldn’t leave her head, playing on a loop or creeping up on her each time she managed to distract herself. Without fail, each time her face began to burn. 

“Gah!” Hestia groaned, double face palming as she threw herself into her bed. A broom clattered to the floor, now forgotten, as...

Going Native: Taste of War

“What are you doing in there?” Fasha announced her presence, her voice slightly muffled. My eyes cracked open, looking through the window of the healing tank to see her giving me an arched look. 

A yawn escaped me before I could answer, “sleeping.” I stated shortly, the healing fluid helping my dry eyes but they still felt heavy. 

“...In a healing pod?” Fasha continued, making me fall silent. I quickly learned that I couldn’t sleep in a bed any...

Power Corrupts: Touch of Divinity

I didn’t expect to wake up with Hestia next to me. I should have, in hindsight. I knew she did it in the anime, and that she was naturally affectionate, but I thought it would take her some time to open up to me. I mean, we met yesterday...then again, we were a familia now. I guess she trusted me by default?

Blinking to clear my hazy vision, I looked down at the slumbering goddess laying on top of me. Her head laying on my chest, her breasts pressing against my stomach wh...

Going Native: Taste of Peace

“What’s with the new ship?” Leek asked, settling into the pilot seat. Bardock stood behind him, with me behind both of them, unsure what I should be doing. Exploring the ship ran the risk of running into the other four saiyans on board, so I awkwardly followed Bardock around because he was the only one familiar to me. “This ship is meant for platoons.”

Bardock cracked a smile as the ship lifted off the ground with a low hum that was barely audible. “It’s easie...

Going Native: Taste of Freedom

Bardock was trying to kill me. I was wrong before. I was wrong about being wrong about him. He was definitely, without a shadow of a doubt in my mind, trying to murder me. He might have saved my life a month ago from my own stupidity and arrogance, but I’m pretty sure it was only because he wanted the pleasure of killing me himself. 

Why else would he show up with five saibamen and tell me to fight them all at once?

“Ugh,” a grunt escaped me, blocking an at...