Saint Slugcat Novels & Stories

How long are you gonna take to reach here? It's been almost two hours. And finally, the slug was close enough for me to attack it. Two LONG HOURS! Instantly I killed the ugly slug in one hit. I didn't want to look at its smug face for another second. The combination of amplify and enhanced was too deadly. [You have defeated Bone whelk] [Aura 986/1000] [Gained 10 INT] All its innards exploded covering me in its stinky fluid. It managed to piss me off even in death.

The only other colored fur was near the head in a form of a black mohawk that slid along its spine a few feet; stopping about mid-way on a normal cat's back. It slid down and landed with next to no sound, its eyes watching me as it waited. "Kasey, this is Sorscha, she is my familiar. She's what you mortals call a Tatzelwurm." Latifa walked over to the beast that's head was half the size of Latifa. Its paws are bigger than the width of my chest. It was huge! "How.....did...." I looked back at the small shadowy corner it came from in complete shock and confusion.

Christian began to walk again but didn’t make it more than a few steps before a glowing white brightness materialized right in front of him, and Jo realized at the last second that she was looking at a set of teeth--razor sharp teeth, flying right at his face. With a quick snap of his trigger, Christian dispatched whatever the hell that thing was, and it fell to the ground with a heavy thunk right in front of them. Whatever it was, it had to have been huge for it to shake the tunnel and knock small rocks free from the ceiling and walls the way that it did. “What the hell was that?” Scott asked, his voice wavering. He was standing behind Jo, so she couldn’t see his face. “Tunnel snake,” Chris

Evelyn returned to Damian’s mansion with a plan in mind. After confirming that he didn’t scheme against her and sincerely wanted to have a date with her, she decided to be true to her feelings and give herself to him willingly. She had passed through an adult shop on her way and bought some skimpy costumes that she planned to use in her seduction. She chose a black sexy cat cosplay lingerie that had cute kitten ears and a lace bra that was open on a large part of the breasts. The outfit had long thigh-high lace socks and a fluffy tail was attached to the thong.

He was about speaking when we heard a loud voice boom through the tunnels, not from a person but from a speaker mounted in a drone. “Subject 0-9. Roxy of the Silver Willow.Your sanctuary is revoked. The Council has authorized your termination. Surrender now, and your companion will be spared.” I looked at Jax. He looked at me, his amber eyes wide with terrifying realization. “Roxy, who the hell are you?” jax whispered. Before I could answer the tunnel behind us exploded in a flash of white light and a voice filled with sickeningly familiar cruelty called from the shadows.

Jordan Miller ~•~ "I'm… gonna swinggggg from the chandelier, from the chandelier!" I watched Catherine slide on the ground, her knees scraping the floor as she sang her heart out. "I'm… gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist, like it doesn't exist."

I had to deal with whatever this was that I had managed to get into. I needed an explanation from Stacey especially, she had seemed so excited to be having a baby with Casper. Aela got to work in Tim's garden and began to sniff out everything that she possibly could. I hadn't spent much time around slugs to know what they smelled like exactly and so I just randomly scattered through the garden, giving my nose to whatever was strange. I was going to ask Jennifer if there was another ingredient that could replace the slug when from the corner of my eyes, I spotted the little creature crawling out from its hiding spot. I shifted into my human form and shook it between my oalms, careful not to l

I clench my teeth and ball my fists, fuming with a great deal of rage right now. "Fuck you, asshole. I'm not a fucking slut." "No? Then why'd you let me fuck you like one last week?" Now a grin appears on his suckable lips, one that has moisture gathering between my clenched thighs. Why is this turning me on? "Go to hell." "I'm already fucking there." He bends down and gets directly in my face, pushing my back against the fabric of the chair. "I was born in hell, little bird. An insult would be telling me to go to heaven because I ain't no fucking saint. That's for damn sure."

(Madam Reanga) A new customer, Madam Reanga comes and placed her order, which Old Mento went straight to prepare them. Mamda Reanga is a Demi-Human of Cat Clan, her fluffy claw hand and cat ears always wiggling like crazy when she visited the Wet Market. But her words also made everyone nodded in agreements, everyone knew that all Oceanic Foods were premium and luxury, but now they can get it and dine on like no tomorrow, with just a few credits.

He hurled the cat bundle to the ground with a thud and cursed, "They're not blind! Only I must be blind to have picked a fool like you! We're done. Don't even think about begging me when the apocalypse hits, you idiot." The door slammed so hard it shook the walls. Once he left, I hurriedly freed the cats, my heart still racing. This wasn't the first time I'd been cursed at like that. Ever since graduation, my reputation as a "Saintly Cat Mama" had stuck. And all of it was because I was, without a doubt, a total cat slave. After university, I rented my own apartment. To fulfill my childhood dream of raising pets, I rescued two stray cats on a rainy night.