Hugna

Warning: For those who suffer from Arachnophobia, or any related fear to spiders, please do not read this. Thank you. The night was slowly approaching the forest as the animals seemed restless. A hunter was just doing his travelling back to camp while checking to retrace his steps. However, since his movement forward, he heard what sounded like a bunny squealing from what seemed almost pained. With how he felt it would be a wolf, he felt it best to move away while the wind was not blowing in the right direction. He was moving back to make sure his scent is not picked up, until he came across a cave. He had checked for any impressions, and fo

Months have passed since the buizel had Silenrea locked up inside his stomach, still feeling quite happy. However, those months seemed to get him chubby, but mostly because of her being partially unshrunken. After a bit of rubs, he'd look down and then begin to ask. "Can i let you out now Silenrea?" He asked, feeling slightly twinges of movement before she'd respond calmly. "Of course." She said, and after, he's shrink her back down, and since he and the slime was very satisfied, the slime helped let her out of his body, and he'd fix her size back. Quickly, he'd get a hug once she was at full size, a soft purr coming from her, whereas he'd hu

A buizel was walking along the beach-line with a smile on his face, feeling rather happy and relaxed. After a moment, he makes his way near a cove and relaxes in the water. After a few pats, he felt satisfied and happy, but hungry at the same time. With anyone coming around here rarely, he felt like he may never find something to eat. But after a moment, he noticed a latias in the air, seeming to be wandering. He was both curious, and hungry at the thought of eating her, but at the same time, was curious if it was possible. Soon enough, he sprang into action and shot a water gun at her. Though it missed, it did get her attention. With her sta

It was a normal day in the streets, many people working hard, others wandering the streets having a nice time away from work or worries, others working hard in heat and cold trying to earn their money to survive. But around there was a boy, a child whom could not only hold himself in an Orphanage since it was more too expensive, but he at least found ways to keep himself sustained. Out in a junkyard, he managed to make himself a home, even a friend who, well, owns said junkyard. The boy did manage to get the occasional money for food, and quite alot did take pity on him for his looks, each bit giving him something to manage with.  Out in the

It was a calm night while Thomas was walking through the forest. It seemed rather peaceful despite  the occasional howling wind that blew the trees, leaves occasionally falling from them which left a form of death showing on the trees, despite how they're very much still healthy, leaves strewn on the pathway. Eventually, he'd be coming across to the sounds of someone deeper in the forest. With curiosity, he ventured deeper into the woods, soon coming across a robed figure. It was hard to see who it was in the robe, but he would notice that the figure was stirring a pot, the fire illuminating the bottom part of the robe, but not the top. While

NOTE: I have a problem playing as another character. Though it may be good or bad, i was merely wanting this short and sweet. Something to give for everyone i've known. And to try and remember each person and/or OC i could give for it all. It's been a while preparing the gifts, writing down all the names, and even preparing the food and gifts, but the party was ready to go, all needing just the people invited. And when they all come, the party can commence. It's been a while to see old faces, and even new faces are a fun sight, especially amongst friends and aquaintences. After a while of getting stuff prepared, and friend after friend arri