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Apparently she had done something silly, as her friend had started to laugh at her. Probably. Nilaa didn't fully understand why that was. No. You. This. Shows. You. We. Want. Me? What did that have to do with anything? But she was right: Nilaa did want to be with her new friend! It was good to be with those who were so eager to buy one food. Besides, they both liked to be naked and they both shared a lot of similar features! Obviously this meant they were both a lot alike. That in turn obviously meant that they were supposed to be friends. As Nilaa scooted closer to Julia another person arrived. They took away the picture boards and spok

The manticore is still contemplating what the earlier caresses from Nilaa might have meant and if they were intended to be sexual of nature, but as it has not been reproduced or followed up on by the wolf girl, she puts it aside for now. Instead, she relishes the lovely moment with Nilaa and seeing and feeling her lean into the nuzzling. If she could, she would pet the petite fluffy cutie all day. She soon sees the wolf girl begin to lick the pictures presented in the menu in her hands. She is about to burst out in laughter, but manages to keep herself from doing so. Instead, she gives off a mild and less weirded out snicker."Ohhh, no si

I might have gone over the word limit... like almost double. I'll disqualify myself, but I liked what I wrote enough to share, so if you have some time, give it a read and let me know what you think. - - - - - - - - - What happened that night was the result of months of mounting curiosity finally overwhelming a lifetime of cautionary tales, verbal warnings, and fear of the unknown. The need to know something conclusively often outweighs prudence or fear. That inquisitiveness that commonly accompanies curiosity can sometimes lead to new discoveries. More often it reveals something utterly ordinary and inconsequential. But sometimes

It was 8:00 and the show was about to begin. I was dressed in a black long-sleeve shirt and black pants like the others. Everyone was quiet and movement was limited for us stagehands. It felt like such a waste being stuck back here. I was only here because I flubbed my audition. I hated it back here. Everyone above me barking orders to make sure the set pieces are in just the right place while we magically stay out of everyone’s way. It’s like we shouldn’t exist unless it’s convenient for them. Thankfully, the second act didn’t have any set changes. So I really just had to make it to the half-way point and I could sit on that prop sofa for th