SamusEmblem

You Are Who You Eat (WARNING!  MATURE CONTENT!  Mention of nudity, sexual themes, and some profanity...  Also, no humans or animals were harmed in the making of this story...) "Honey, your stupid package has arrived!"  Lisa calls from the front  door.  "... And you'd better hurry, cause I don't think I want it in my house anyways..." "Coming dear, please don't hurt it!"  John hurriedly races into the living room.  Quickly grabbing the package off the floor he squeals like a schoolgirl.  "The Experimental Human Foodinator 3000!  The only one

The Opposite Day Genie II (Mature content warning!  Story might mention sexual themes, minor cussing, and all around strangeness... it happens...) The front door to the house burst open as the oblivious catgirl skips out onto the porch and begins her springy jog  toward the downtown cosplay convention.  It was nearly impossible for John to contain his excitement as every lovely bounce and curvaceous swing of Kim's body echoes through his silky consciousness. "Best... day... ever..."  John sighs to himself, complelety lost in bliss. Rolling her eyes, Sylvia feels obliged to interrupt.  "Hey bra boy... You do know that technically you ar

The Opposite Day Genie   (WARNING!  MATURE CONTENT!  Mention of nudity, sexual themes, and some profanity...) "Steve... Oh STEVE!  Wakey Wakey!"  Sylvia forcibly chucks a pillow onto her sleeping brother's face. "Wha... huh?"  Steve throws the pillow off his face...  "What the hell?"  He looks at his 20 year old sister Sylvia decked out in Samus' zero suit.  "Come on, the whole cosplay thing doesn't even start for another 4 hours!  Leave me alone..."  He shuts his eyes and attempts to drift back to sleep... Sylvia sneaks close to

Snake in the Lawn  (Mature Content Warning!  Mention of nudity and some cursing) "Kristen, it's a pleasure to see you!  Where's the man of the relationship?"    "At home… as ususal…" "Playing Metal Gear?  Again?" "Yep…"  Kristen hangs her head dejectedly. "You know, relationship counseling only work if both of you actually come to the meetings…"  The councilor stresses the word "both" in her previous comment. "Try telling him that!"  Kristen outbursts.  "I've been trying for weeks to get him to come!  He's just

MATURITY WARNING  Contains a little grossness mixed with hopeful awesomeness, as well as some mentioned nudity and sexual references (but I don't do full fledged sex scenes… this isn't a porno here…) The "Milky" Way Humans… He had always wanted to meet one, maybe even someday even befriend one, but… well, life in solidarity deprives a person of certain social skills.  Meet Mark, your average 22 year old, mage…  You see, as a child Mark was different.  After his birth his parents knew that he was strange, but as to just how strange escaped them until… well… let me tak

(Mature content Warning!  Contains mention of nudity... just so you know...) "But, but I'll look like a total idiot!"  Jason protests. "Correction, you'll look like a slutty idiot…"  A smile creeps back over Angela's face. "I hate you…"   Jason reaches into the packaging, pulling out the tennis outfit and holds it up against her body.  Shutting her eyes, she soon cringes as an uncomfortably tight and low cut sports bra forms over her chest, leaving the majority of her midriff exposed.  Her jeans disappear into her flesh as a small white mini skirt emerges from her hips, barely ex

Mind Cheater "Oh please, oh please, oh please… Please be it!"  The red haired 24 year old races towards the front door after hearing the doorbell echo throughout her apartment.  Quickly gripping the doorknob, she twists it and yanks open the door in excitement. "Excuse me… I have a package here for Ms. Angela Spry…"  "Yep, that's me!" She quickly grabs the small package from the yellow clad delivery man.  "Thanks, you are just in time!"  She can hardly hold her excitement as she places the small box under her arm. "No problem mam, just sign here please…"  Handing her a pen, Angela quickly snatches it, promptly sig

Sorority Gyrls The four young men walk along the streets of the university.  The street is lit dimly by the faint glow of the streetlamps amid the nebulous darkness.  “Seriously dude, couldn’t you have parked any closer?” Mike looks at Kyle as they continue to walk down the sidewalk. “Look, for the last time… I got bad directions!” “…and by bad directions, he means he can’t read street signs and felt like making us walking two miles…” “Shut up Mike…” “I just can’t wait to get in, get some pizza, watch some TV and go to sleep.”  Peter mumbles as he kicks