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Ahnenerbe. It was a stylish café, however something about it prevented it from being seen as a typical hangout for self-important artists and the like. There was an air of mystery about the place, something not quite right. It was as though its very existence threatened the integrity of all of space time. Behind those ornate brick walls, the impossible was possible, the sane was ridiculous, and the outlandish was ordinary. “Is it that time again? So soon?” A bizarre small catlike creature behind the bar shook its head in disbelief, as all the nearby drinks began to shake and ripple in response to a foreboding tremor. The vib

Swiftly, like a snake in the grass, she slithered stealthily towards the school. None of the idling students ever had a chance to notice her. She was a trained shinobi, after all, living in an entirely different world to them, one hidden just beneath the surface of everyday life. Reaching the clean white wall of the building, the girl quickly scaled the height, jumping from ledge to ledge until she reached her target. She slid the window open silently, and dove through without hesitation. That was when her enormous tummy jammed itself in the tiny frame, completely stopping her momentum. The girl known only as Hikage was a highly trained ninja

“Trick or treat!” An elderly lady opened her front door for what must have been the hundredth time that night, greeted by a slightly older girl than she had expected. Rocking back and forth on her heels was a teenage girl who, despite her curvy body, carried about her the unmistakeable aura of a hyperactive child. Her brown hair was worn in short pigtails, obscured by the thick bandages wrapped around her head; surely the evidence of rough playtime rather than a half-hearted mummy costume. In fact, this girl’s costume seemed totally unsuited to Halloween. Intricate though it was, a creamy yellow dress with white frills along

As time continued to pass, with school proceeding as normal, the dinner dates of Megumi and Kyouya also became a regular occurrence. Seeing the young pair head to some new, fancy, eatery after school was no longer something that provoked teasing from the other members of the club. Some things, however, were a little harder to ignore. There was an elephant in the room, and its name was Megumi. “Hmhm~ Here, Shinomiya-kun, your tea~” Her sweet voice filled the clubroom, causing every other member to take short, uncertain peeks at her body. Thick, marshmallow thighs rubbed together as she walked towards Kyolo, her even larger bust st

Glorious and dazzling, the sun shone down from a cloudless sky, a beautiful day for countless young people to make precious memories with their friends. In contrast, inside the school building, the friendless loners of the “Neighbour’s Club” sat in silence. The arrogant beauty with long raven black hair, Yozora, sat at the table intently reading a complex novel. A delightful scent of fresh tea filled the room, as the incredibly androgynous maid, Yukimura, prepared drinks for the rest of the club. Rikka, the perverted scientist girl, was apparently working hard on some new disastrous project in her lab. Kodaka, the sole male

"Oohh... Cake..." As was usual, the beautiful, full figured girl with bubble-gum pink hair and a heart of gold, Megumi Amatsuka, was handing out tea and cakes to the other members of the eccentric GJ-bu after school club. What was rather less usual was the way in which she was staring at the food with longing eyes, moaning sadly and biting her plump lip. Eventually, the shifty, rather unconfident, and sole male member of the club, Shinomiya Kyouya, also known as Kyolo, built up the courage to speak up. "Umm... Excuse me, Megumi-chan... Are you okay? You seem ... Off..." Yet, the only response he got was more uncomfortable girlish groans, pro

“When are… they coming…?” Sitting amongst the monstrous armaments that made her an unassailable nightmare for almost any fleet, the Harbour Princess of the Abyss nevertheless bit her lip and looked rather worried. She had been expecting an imminent enemy sortie for days, and it was making her rather stressed. Every day, she made sure that she was topped up on fuel, ammunition, bauxite, all she needed to be combat ready, and not once did she leave her optimal defensive position within her harbour. Anything she needed, she ordered the lesser Abyss ships to fetch for her. Disturbing, mangled mixtures of ship parts and de

It was early in the morning, as the sun’s first rays shone onto the marvelous golden hair of a beautiful lady. She rose from her bed without any kind of ungainly complaint or clumsiness, preparing her flawless appearance with the utmost care and grace. Her drill-like hair perfectly curled, her makeup applied neatly, and dressed in her modest uniform. Prepared for another day at IS Academy, where she would be once again learning to fly the mechanised combat units known as Infinite Stratos, she sat at her table to enjoy a relaxed breakfast. This classy, beautiful, and strong lady was known to all her colleagues as a reliable class represe