Takeshi's Tunnel

  "So, you want to be servant for the great Touma Tengu, do you?" Sitting on a simple throne, the Tenguri emperor looks down at you as you kneel before him, ears flicking the air in annoyance. He crosses his legs as he inspects you, seemingly unconvinced of your worth, but he hasn't dismissed you yet. "Yes, your highness! I want to help build your influence and wealth! Protect you from danger! Anything you need from me!" you exclaim, keeping your head lowered. You see the toe of his boot twitch a bit, but nothing else.  "I do need capable hands to carry me to greatness..." Touma murmurs to himself, resting his chin on his hand, "Very well, if you'll submit yourself to an evaluation, I'll give you an opportunity to prove yourself." "Of course, Emperor. What would you have me do?" you ask, looking up into his violet eyes. "Go change into something you can move in and meet me in the training room. I'm going to test you...

  Wandering down St. Nicholas Ave in Manhattan, you look into the store windows as you pass them by and wonder if there's any place that won't charge you an arm and a leg for some food. Having arrived in the city a few days ago, you've been burning all your money on basic amenities and overpriced restaurants. It's a wonder how anyone even manages to live here. Strolling by both high end eateries and low quality chains, you start to think you might never find anything decent or affordable at all until you notice someone walk out of a building in front of you holding a sandwich. When you look inside, you can see rows of grocery products with a deli counter on the far end and decide to give the place a shot.  "Welcome in! What can I get you?" a cheery voice greets you, and you turn to see a girl waving at you from behind the counter. Her outfit seems normal enough, a blue tank top over a brown t-shirt, but your eyes instantly travel to the top of her head where t...

After spending some quality time with the captain's Arcanine, we're off the S.S. Anne and on our way to learn about breeding in Hoenn. Lusamine was even kind enough to help us get where we need to go! Surely nothing bad will happen.

  Heavy bass pounds through your body as you sway to the beat, colored lights flashing rhythmically overhead. Even on the edge of the crowd, you can feel the heat filling the warehouse from the hundreds of moving bodies packed within the walls. You came here with a friend, but you've long since lost track of where they are, lost somewhere in the sea of people writhing in front of you.  Looking back at the door for a moment, you notice a handful of guys yelling angrily at someone, their voices all but drowned out by the music. You wonder what's going on, but by the time you finish the thought, one of the men falls suddenly on his face and you catch a glimpse of the person who dropped him. Standing alone between four more muscle bound dudebros is a girl wearing a loose pink pajama onesie, the open zipper revealing her black underwear and flat stomach. You find yourself edging closer to see what's going on, but you still can't hear anything they're saying. Stepping bar...

 I can't really give details just yet, but I'll drop the name and info when I can.

 Part 2 has Link heading to Zora's domain to deal with Vah Rudania, he gets a bit smitten with a certain Zora Part 3 has our hero traveling down to Gerudo Town and getting into trouble there! Read both stories here!

  "Alright, one more time but more emphasis at the end!" Sighing under your breath, you nod at Bon and reset the backing track, signaling to the poor girl in the recording booth that you're starting over. It's been five hours sitting in this same chair at the studio, and all the lights on the panel in front of you are starting to blur together. You can't even imagine how exhausted the aspiring idol must be after a few dozen takes. As the pop song begins playing for the umpteenth time, you watch Bon in the reflection off the glass, bouncing along to the music behind you. "Yeah, this is the one! I can feel it!" she cheers, running up behind you and leaning over, "What if we just..." You freeze immediately as Bon reaches over your shoulder to fiddle with the soundboard, her soft breasts pressed firmly against the back of your neck and threatening to swallow your head. With her body so close to yours, you can smell her perfume as she fiddles with t...