Sector twenty one, Gorgola’s, Tiga One, Seven.My eyes slowly fell on the somewhat familiar ceiling. The room was shrouded in a weak light and a weird smell wafted in the air."Mm…"The feint breathing sound reaching my ears brought to my attention the weak pain I felt on my chest. Lifting my head to investigate its cause I saw a ball of messy hair with what looked like horns coming out of both sides. One of them was pressed against me, that was the source of the pain."How can she even breathe like this?"Lilia was fast asleep. Seeing her like this makes me wonder if my chest was that good of a pillow. I moved aside the strands that covered her face, carefully stroking her hair. As I ran my fingers into it enjoying how silky it felt I breathed in relief and couldn't help but smile. Our naked bodies exchanged heat underneath the thin blanket. Lilia was so soft and warm. When she is sleeping beside me like this I sometimes forget about the fearsome warrior she was. This is my beautifu
I went to take a shower and after I got out I ran into Logan. He was surprised to see me, thinking I wouldn't be up for another few hours.He was holding Blue in his arms. Apparently she was playing with the other kids and fell asleep at some point so he came to put her in her bed. [This kid…]A third candidate, huh…Iris doesn’t seem to like Blue a lot. From the photos I saw and how Lilia described her I can see the similarities, and now that she has cat ears and tail instead of the Zesionien horns, Blue certainly looks like a miniature version of her.Blue reminded Iris of her childhood, and not in the pleasant nostalgic way. What made it worse was something Hir said after my speech.Blue told Lilia that she saw a ghost following me around. That shocked the both of us, but Iris felt frustrated that she never noticed she was being watched, and by a kid nonetheless. Blue was rather talented at hiding her presence, she even managed to steal my book right before our eyes and escaped wh
Bad days. Everyone would eventually get a few, some more than the others. You might forget your umbrella on a rainy day, getting soaked with nowhere to hide. That’s a good example. You might even slip and fall nearly breaking your back, the best you could hope for is a splash in the mud. Getting sick when you have an important day, losing your wallet, breaking up with your girl... etceteraetcetera. Sometimes those days could go so bad to the point of being hilariously funny, you just can’t help but laugh when you survive them. How worse could it get? Listen closely, never ask a bad day “is that all you got?”. That’s the most stupid thing you could ever do. I’m, or at least I like to think I’m, a normal seventeen years old high school student. Alright,
It’s pretty dark in hare. Isn’t it about time to wake up? Waking up? I don’t remember going to bed. Going to bed? I don’t remember getting back home. That’s right, the invasion. There was an alien invasion. A lot of lizard faced guys. Were they looking for the stones? Man, I wish I met the purple guy. Now I’m dead. I’m supposed to be dead… right? Right, the space invasion. I was shot in the stomach. Really, what a bad day. Wait, what am I so angry about? Space ships… alien invasion…. Yeah, that’s right. I swing more toward the fantasy side, not the sci-fi. Swords and magic were my thing. Laser guns and space crafts
Cold Its cold Wait… it’s cold! I can feel cold! I can feel again! A sneeze forced my eyes open. My right cheek was against the floor. I think I’m currently completely naked too. Why? I remember floating in the darkness for a while before my mind gets slowly shut down, that I couldn’t feel a thing beside breathing before falling asleep. Now both my eyes function normally and I can feel my limbs. I lift myself and sit there butt naked. My movements are a bit sluggish but soon enough they became normal. The first thing to note is of course the huge scar in the middle of my torso left by the blast from that alien’s laser gun. I reached for the spot almost reflexively. However, there is no scar. No trace of the injury is left. Is this a new body? In the fi
Standing there showing off my manhood to an armed girl, I prayed in my hear that she doesn’t turn out to be a tsundere. If she really is one then this situation would have either one of two endings: One: she accidentally kills me. Two: she accidentally turns me to a girl. Her reaction, blushing to the point of steam rising from her head, made me realize what a shameful first impression I’m giving right now. Covering my crotch with both hands I turned away. It was like one of those dreams where you go to school just to notice you weren’t wearing any pants. The embarrassment. I would never wish for my worst enemies to be in such place. Turning my back to her wasn’t any good either. Again, I have nothing on at the moment. Now, all that’s left is to wait for her to scream. If I’m lucky enough she wouldn’t resort to violence, best case scen
Her name is Lilia And she is female Zesionien from a planet in the twenty first sector called Zesion? Yeah, I know, she isn’t a demon. What did you expect? A succubus wearing a white dress? Those creatures like to wear dominatrix style black clothes. Besides this place is a little too comfortable to call it hell. And although she has horns, she feels more like the serious and surprisingly innocent type. She is an alien and as it seems, I’m on a planet in the twenty first sector called Gorgola. Just as I thought, this isn’t the typical fantasy setting. One thing to be thankful for though is that even if this is a sci-fi setting the girls are probably as cute as Lilia here. No, I doubt there are that many that could live up to her looks. She’s many levels above what I used to consider an extremely attractive girl. Maybe God doesn’t hate me after all. To think th
Sector twenty one, planet Gorgola, Lilia’s space craft. By the time we sat down around the camp fire the sun was on it’s way out. A few minutes earlier my stomach started roaring. Surprised by the loud noise Lilia proposed we eat first. Today’s dinner is going to be the rations from earlier and left over soup she cooked yesterday. It’s red in color and tastes like tomato so I’m naming it tomato soup. We sat around the campfire eating silently, but when we were done it was back at the awkwardness we experienced on the way here. I looked back at her ship. It was clear from the crater beneath it that it had a harsh landing. Its body-shell and windshield don’t look to be in best condition, even someone with no experience would say it’s incapable of flight. When I asked Lilia about it as an attempt to trigger a conversation she told me the engine is damaged and it’s impossible to take off.