Whether or not attention was pleasant depended very much on context. It was a question of the kind of attention, and the kind of person giving it, and how accustomed or fed up with that kind of attention from that kind of person the recipient was. The absence of attention once dislike could become upsetting, and the kind of attention that one person might find disagreeable could be highly affirming to another who lacked such attention. The nuances of what was and was not welcome could be very su

“A… meatgirl, you say?” The dealer gave his contact a quizzical look, searching the man’s eyes for any sign of deception. “Is this legit? You aren’t trying to drag me into a sting, are you?”
“They’re clones,” the contact said, waving a hand as if to sweep this query aside. “Mass produced in some factory. Not like they’re exactly trafficking kidnapped girls, yeah?”
The dealer stroked his chin.
“Does that make it

Water was seething in the tub, heated to boiling by large burners below. The bottom of the tub was faintly charring from the heat, and the steam was rising like smoke from a chimney. The water’s surface popped with occasional bubbles, and the heat of the boiling water seemed to fill the whole room.
Their bodies were naked, and the two of them were entangled. Miranda moaned huskily, her mouth sealed to the doctor’s, their lips pressing wetly together. She held the back of the doctor&

Miranda sat once more in the examination room, getting poked and prodded by the puzzled, muttering doctors. She wore her gown loosely, staring up into the bright lights with a mildly wistful expression. Her cheeks were still a little flush, and she still faintly smelled of her most recent orgasm, the scent of her sex overpowering the fainter smells of antiseptic and medigel.
“It isn’t the cloning process. We’ve confirmed that much,” said the head doctor, flicking through

“Everything seems to be fine,” said one of the techs, looking up from a monitor. “Vitals check out.”
“No anomalies in the scan of her nervous system,” said another tech, tapping her omni-tool. “No crossed wires as far as I can see.”
Miranda was sitting awkwardly in the examination room, wearing a hospital gown that had been given to her after she emerged from the tank. She was in the process of being poked, prodded, and questioned by the doctors an

Miranda disliked the smell of tobacco. It was pungent, overpowering, and clung to everything. She had never seen the appeal of its consumption—certainly, she understood the potential benefits of nicotine, but those could be gotten without the use of tobacco. And even then, there were far more efficient stimulants available in the galactic marketplace, so she didn’t understand why someone as intelligent as the Illusive Man would choose to slowly poison himself for an effect he could g

“Mm…
I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but Zim has actually done
something right, for once.”
Purple
rocked his body pack and forth, moving his hips in enjoyment of the
latest tribute sent to them. His claws dug into soft, white flesh,
drawing thin lines through tender skin. A small form rocked at his
waist, bouncing and lurching with his thrusts.
“I
know. We’ll have to take credit for it,” said Red.
He
rocked his body in time with that of his fellow Tallest, standing
opposi

Ayumu Nishizawa whistled cheerfully to herself as she walked down the street. She had just gotten off of work at the Cafe, and now she was walking home with her crush and coworker, the perpetually impoverished indentured butler Hayate Ayasaki.

She was naturally giddy over this, though her bliss was slightly dampened by the fact that she was staying in the apartment where he lived, and so it could be taken as the two of them traveling together simply because they

Ash
slumped to the ground, clutching the bite mark on his forearm. Misty
and May watched this with clear apprehension, and they clutched their
own pokeballs as their last pokemon were forced to withdraw, beaten
into unconsciousness. May fumbled in her fanny pack, searching for an
antidote, and Misty looked ready to spring to their companion's aid,
but they were forced to step back in retreat when Seviper interposed
itself.
The
long, dark serpent slithered up between the girls and Ash, its fangs

Tia Harribel's skin was a rich, appetizing brown. Not from being cooked, though, no indeed! She was quite raw. This was just how she always looked, and Nelliel thought this was the most beautiful thing about her. 

Certainly, Tia had fantastic tits, a marvelous ass, legs for days, and just an overall 
perfect
 figure, but so did Nel. And Nel was of the opinion that it was silly to lust after something you already had.

"I
do not tolerate failure. I do not forgive incompetence. You two know
this, do you not?"
A
pale figure in black robes towered over a pair of penitently bowing
women, one dark and the other fair. Red, slitted eyes gazed coldly
down on their nude forms, one a mother and the other gaunt, but both
still attractive in their own individual ways.
"There
is no excuse, my lord," breathed the raven haired woman, her
darkly lidded eyes peering reverently up at him. She was bowing with

Jesse smirked haughtily down at her defeated opponent, crossing her arms under a nicely shaped bust. She leered at the dazed and kneeling twerp, the rush of victory thrilling her.

They had done it. They had finally done it.

"Pi... pikachu...!" whimpered the electric rat in its cage, pinned down by insulated cords of hardened rubber. It was trembling weakly, sparks sputtering from its ruddy cheeks.

Jesse couldn't