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“Good afternoon, my anonymous patient.” Chirped the ever cheerful self-proclaimed medical expert, Amelia Watson, standing in a stained white lab coat with a pair of trusty surgical gloves and a stethoscope around her neck. “You may call me Dr. Watson.” Her patient, Ninomae Ina’nis, gave a quiet giggle. “Hi, Dr. Watson~” She hummed, waving her hand slightly as she laid flat on an exam table, her flaps wiggling in anticipation. Her socked feet kicked playfully as she stared up at the sterile white ceiling of Ame’s infirmary. Technically it was Ina’s; she was usually the one manning this place. “You may call me Ninyomanyo Inya’nyis.” She said with another giggle. “Or ‘Ina’ for short.” “Ina it is. Nice to meet you.” Ame replied, clicking her pen a few too many times before scribbling incoherently on a clipboard. “So, Ina, what’s troubling you on this fine summer morning? Allergies? Cold? A little sore from laying on the floor all the time?” Ina shook her head defiantly. “You

“Good afternoon, my anonymous patient.” Chirped the ever cheerful self-proclaimed medical expert, Amelia Watson, standing in a stained white lab coat with a pair of trusty surgical gloves and a stethoscope around her neck. “You may call me Dr. Watson.” Her patient, Ninomae Ina’nis, gave a quiet giggle. “Hi, Dr. Watson~” She hummed, waving her hand slightly as she laid flat on an exam table, her flaps wiggling in anticipation. Her socked feet kicked playfully as she stared up at the sterile white ceiling of Ame’s infirmary. Technically it was Ina’s; she was usually the one manning this place. “You may call me Ninyomanyo Inya’nyis.” She said with another giggle. “Or ‘Ina’ for short.” “Ina it is. Nice to meet you.” Ame replied, clicking her pen a few too many times before scribbling incoherently on a clipboard. “So, Ina, what’s troubling you on this fine summer morning? Allergies? Cold? A little sore from laying on the floor all the time?” Ina shook her head defiantly. “You

(Made for scententhusiast) The rocking of the boat was nauseating. The orca girl, Sakamata Chloe, had been at sea for weeks and she was starting to get sick of it, literally. She had recently been picked up by a gang of pirates who brought promises of thrilling adventures and buried treasures, but soon after she agreed to join, it became clear that they were, for lack of a better word, total amateurs. The captain, Houshou Marine, was little more than a pirate cosplayer. Minato Aqua was not much better, her role being something of a deckhand, but it was clear she wasn’t “pirate material,” being way too airheaded. Ninomae Ina’nis was equally gentle, and was asleep 90% of the time, and Gawr Gura, the trident wielding shark girl from Atlantis, somehow couldn’t even swim. Chloe couldn’t believe she got roped into this. She eyed Gura who walked past her, dangerously swinging her trident around. Chloe shook her head and turned to Marine, who was currently steering the ship. "Are we ever

It was a bright new day. Mio, still smiling about yesterday’s session with Miko, returned to her tickle tent. She and Fubuki had only gotten one customer that day. Considering that nobody knew about the place, and it was pretty well hidden, it wasn’t hard to tell why. Speaking of, since she wasn’t blindfolded this time, Mio could actually get a good look at the outside of the booth now. It was fairly inconspicuous, just a dark blue tent tucked into a corner and semi-hidden behind a potted plant and a copy machine, but there was a sign hanging over the entrance: Mama Mio’s Tickle Booth! Come inside and get Tickled to Bits by the famous Mama Mio herself! Feet, Belly, Ribs, or Pits, wherever you wish, Mama Mio’s fingers will dish! Now open! A little lower was a sticky note with “$15 for 3 minuts payment is upfrotn” hastily scribbled on it. Definitely added this morning. Mio eyed the sign with a smile on her face. “Famous Mama Mio?” She said. “That’s a little much, I think.” The

Choco woke up with a warm tingling flowing through her body. Her whole body felt loose and relaxed as she laid wrapped in her blanket. She hadn’t woken up like this, like everything in the world allowed itself not to matter for the sake of her pleasure and relaxation, in what had to be decades. It felt like she could stay in that moment for an eternity; several eternities even. The demoness simply let the cool air in the room brush over her face, Mel in her arms, the glow of the rising sun sending a golden strip of light across the floor and up the wall, and- wait… Her eyes crept open as she came to her senses. Mel‘s body was wrapped firmly in Choco’s grasp under the blanket. Her arms her tucked into the centre of her chest, and her breathing was barely audible. For a brief second, Choco smiled, enjoying getting to spend more time with Mel, but her better judgement took over quickly. She sat up straight, releasing the vampire from her grip. ”M- Mel-sama? What are you still doing

Part 1 of a story request by albertheawsome “So who are these people again?” Asked Gawr Gura. She was marching down the hall of the lab next to Amelia Watson, the two of them carrying boxes of clothes, books, and bits of furniture on their heads. “Sorry, for a second I almost thought I heard someone who claims to be a smart detective tell me, with a straight face, that they’ve let in a crew of escaped convicts from the highest security prison in the whole freaking universe, and now we’re letting them freely wander around our home and do whatever the heck they want while we sleep.” “You heard right.” Ame replied, kicking open the door to an empty room. “As far as convicts go though, they seem chill enough.” Gura rolled her eyes, dropping her box onto the floor. “Yeah sure. Just a bunch of evil criminals, but nah, they’re toooootally chill. Isn’t one of them a demon? What’s that about?” “That’s Nerissa.” Ame said, putting her box on an empty bed frame. “Apparently Kiara knows

The first part of a request from Fourfouri Amelia Watson toiled away in her office. It was another of months upon months of days of lethargy. The confiscation of her watch and her “break” from time travel (that had been oh so lovingly handed to her by Kronii) took away the one thing she and Gawr Gura loved to do most in their years of friendship. Jumping between timelines, solving mysteries in distant pasts and futures, or just goofing off, all gone for the time being. At least she had some time to work on other things, like cleaning up the lab, giving Gura swimming lessons with Ina, or maybe getting a half hour of sleep every so often. For now though, she was hunched over her desk, fiddling with some small futuristic mechanical parts. “Could you hand me a wrench?” Ame asked, turning her attention to Gura, who was spinning around on an office chair and letting her legs fly out. The atlantean stopped herself and nodded. “You got it, boss.” She said, kicking off and riding the chair

A request made by Karma-Beetle The sun was shining, the beach was glowing, and the ocean and sky were shimmering their prettiest blue. Kaminari Qpi wiped a bead of sweat off her forehead, flicking her blond hair in the same motion. “Nothing like a private beach getaway~” She sighed, marvelling at the sight of the nearly empty beach, barely a single person anywhere around her. It was public and open, make no mistake, but there were so few people here that she might as well had rented it. “I wish the girls back home could see this. They’d go nuts!” Qpi pulled her phone out of her black bikini top. “Oh wait, they can~” She chirped, snapping dozens of photos and sending each and every one to her friends, to each picture a succinct message attached: “Jealous?” She laughed to herself. “I’m so hilarious.” Qpi hummed, spinning her phone in her fingers and making her way down the sand. The sensation was warm against the soles of her feet. Not burning, but not completely comfortable