DtheStampede

Twisting and turning, rolling above lava pits and bombing through rocks, Samus finally reached the end of the tunnel. Slipping out of her morph ball, she let out an exhausted sigh. When she had first stumbled across the odd opening deep within Zebes core with her X-ray visor, she had thought it would end shortly, leading only to some previously explored room. But instead, the circuitous tunnel extended deep into some forgotten corner of Norfair, and now, dozens of meters later, she stood before a familiar sight. A Chozo statue, head lowered and arms raised, sat in front of her. The stone throne was older than the red and black rocks

 Chapter 21: Ranma Rallies Regarding Rubenesque Roundness Ruining Reputations “C- come on... Stupid...!” The frustrated groans of a struggling redhead echoed faintly past the walls of a disorderly bedroom, as rays of sun bled in on an early weekend morning. Tops, dresses, and various garments littered the ground, while the girl rooting through them mumbled empty, haggard curses. Her eyes were bleary from sleep deprivation, and a hot blush of exertion marred otherwise pale and inviting cheeks. Strained movements hinted at the exhibition being held, with the usually so honed fighter going head to head against a new, and unwieldy

 Chapter 20: A Photographic Forced Feeding Frenzy Full of Food, Fun, and Freakouts *Tut tut* *Tut tut thud* *Creeeeak* A not-so quiet tapping of bare feet echoed through the halls of the Tendo Dojo, as their owner's stealth curiously faltered: rhythmic steps accompanied chunky thigh rubbing, while they wandering cautiously in the dark. Ranma Saotome knew her evening wasn't going to go particularly well after Nabiki Tendo barged in, threw some pajamas at her face, and told her to come meet at half past twelve. 'They aren't even the comfy ones Mom has me wearin'.' The redhead grumbled. This was her old nightwear- a simple white tank

Chapter 19: Nabiki Knowledgeably Notices New Norms Needing Noting   Nabiki Tendo liked to think that, in the very least, she was an intelligent, well rounded young woman. A graduate from Furinkan High, who was on the fast track to Tokyo U, with scholarship, karma had finally been acknowledging her years of dedication to climbing the social ladder. This chapter of her life was closing, and each and every plot thread was tying together in a robust, full narrative. For once, she sincerely felt satiated.   ...Of course, a predator's hunger could only be abated for so long. Soon she'd seek a new hunt. It might've been why she'd so erroneously

Growing up in rural Southern California, Vincent was used to doing things on his own.  Since his parents worked odd hours at their bar tending jobs, after school, he was used to running around in his Chaparal like surroundings, making up games as he would go.  Reading was another past time that he enjoyed, reading his favorites authors books like a river over a small rock.  Being 18, Vincent was a senior at his local high school.  Standing at a tall 6’ 1”, Vincent didn’t tower over people but still was one of the taller kids in school, he naturally had sandy blonde hair to go with hazel colored eyes and a permanent light tan

Carrie stared into her closet. Numerous flowing dresses, cute skirts, colorful shirts, and socks and shoes ranging from athletic to casual to formal looked back at her. Her scowl deepened as memories of each outfit replayed in her mind, trips to bars, outings in the park, and days in class. There was a lot of history in her collection of garments, and now their history had been cut short. She looked down at herself. Still clinging to her broad chest was a once oversized T-shirt she wore to bed. Due to her recent growth, it could only stretch just above her belly button, showing off her prominent abs. Baggy T-shirts and overstretched

A chilling wind howled at the edge of the High Woods. Unprotected by the forest trees, the bluff bore the brunt of the savage, cutting gale. Leaves formerly anchored to the trees flicked and flew in rapid, unpredictable motions, some flying off the side of the plateau toward the foot of the rocky wall. Some of those orange and red leaves would sail past a peculiar duo scaling the cliff on their journey down to the ground below. One was a large spider, onyx-black and monstrous in all but her face. Her spindly legs steadfastly gripped the stone, cautiously lifting and anchoring each of its eight appendages one at a time as she continue

A gentle evening breeze sighed through the dark, chilly woods. It rustled the moonlit, orange and red leaves that held onto their branches by mere threads, and even the slight breeze whistling through the trees caused a few to cascade gracefully down to the forest floor. The chirps of dozens of crickets echoed softly across the dark wood of the trees. The orchestra of crickets was only interrupted by the seldom, far-off hoot of an owl busily hunting in the pale moonlight. The owls weren’t the only predators up so late. Aubrey was enjoying the fruits of her labor, finally sating her ravenous hunger with the poor creatures caught

Pandamonium echoed through the stone walls of the cave. The clanking of steel against stone and chitin created a din, illuminated by the dancing firelight of torches strewn about the underground battlefield. The light caught glimmers of white threads, glistening in the orange torchlight. And in the center of the action was Aubrey, the human-turned-arachnid huntress of the cave goblins. For days, Aubrey hunted them with cunning and relentless tenacity. Ever since she inadvertently transformed herself into a giant spider, she spent every waking moment planning and executing numerous ambushes and assaults against the cavern’s mali