#muse-manor

Another failed attempt at taking over the world, and he's met yet again with a sad look on Brain's face. Pinky was getting sick of seeing his dear friend be so upset over something beyond his control. Even tho they knew how much this meant to him, Pinky just wanted to find a way to make Brain geniunely happy, something that he hasn't been for awhile. But how?

"Hmm... maybe Mx. Computer can help!"

He searched through the web and found a website called "SmillingFriends.com" by a company of the same name. Pinky saw their description, and was overjoyed to see it was exactly what he had been looking for! He immediately sent them an email telling them about his friend, and how he would wish they could help him find his smile again. He waited for a bit, and then was greeted by a knock on the backdoor of the lab. He rushed to the door and opened it, being met by a short looking (but still tall from his prespective) pink figure with huge round eyes.

"Oh why hello there! You must be Mr. Pom Pom!"

It wasn't often Ahri took this way home in the evenings after school and detentions. It was shorter sure, but much quieter and secluded. She mostly enjoyed the hustle and bustle of town, people staring at her while she walked by, not to mention window-shopping is nice too.

Today however, she decided with the shortcut through the woods connected to a nearby park. They were dense but easy enough to navigate through with the small footpath running through them. She wasn't much scared of creeps or killers here anyway, she'd simply magic them away no hassle.

You act like I wasn’t saying it on purpose

Riven never thought her dancing skills would come into play like this. Seriously, what kind of dungeon boss battled only with DDR pads? Regardless, she was a professional back in her home town, so this pixelized terror went down with ease, the adventurer working up a nice sweat from slaying a giant pixel boss with her sick dance moves.

It was the end of the dungeon and Riven finally got to reap the reward. A giant treasure chest! Who knew what sorts of goodies awaited her? She could finally get her sword to a proper blacksmith and upgraded! But before she was able to open her treasure chest, she heard footsteps from behind her.

"Hm?"

Turning around, Riven saw another adventurer, a fox girl with short purple hair and colorful tails. Absolutely gorgeous! But Riven had to show some pride and class in her work. Stabbing her sword into the ground, she stood proud, chest puffed out as she proclaimed her victory.

The mute musician felt her ears grow warm as he teased her, the flushed heat growing as he pressed against her. Her breathing quickened and body trembled as his lips traveled the sensitive skin of her neck.

‘A..Ah but it’s silly..’ She was struggling to communicate, his affection flustering her on top of her being self conscious about the ‘necklace’.

Her body nestled against his more as his hands traced her curves, finding the touch relaxing despite her heart racing in her chest.

“If you like...after we’re finished, we can go put it on her, instead.” Renzus chuckled, noticing just how much Sona was squirming under his touches. His hands began to find more intimate places to caress, slipping beneath her thin dress to find the Maven’s generous rear. In the meantime, he lifted his lips to hers, pressing home a firm, warm kiss.

As his fingers dig firmly into the luscious flesh of Sona’s plush ass, Renzus couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of her prodigious chest against his, appreciating the weight and fullness of each heavy breast. “But as I said...after we finish. It might take a while.”

With his fully erect manhood pressing hard against her hips through their clothes, it would be quite impossible to mistake his intentions for anything else...

Saga had no idea how far from the Freljord he was, but one thing was certain, this jungle was a harsh place. If not for his strength and size, the natural predators of the place would have made a meal out of him. The more he explored, the more he fought for his life. At one point in time, even the plant life came to life, shooting at him with barbs and whipping at him with vines. However his body would easily absorb the pain and keep him going. Yet regardless of his strength, he eventually fell into a strap of vines, restraining him from moving. Taking this as an opportunity, he dropped his head and took a moment to rest.