Fun with the Crew
So much had been done already, but there was still so much to do. The nanomachines were tiny miracles, little alchemists, changing one material to another with little to no effort. All the tiny miniscule pieces working together with such precision that...
Battery Disposal
Despite our advanced technologies and pristine spaceships, batteries are one aspect of society that never quite caught up. Sure, we could find alternative sources of energy, maybe harness the nuclear energy of stars. But corporate giants will fight...
Rivalry to Rape
Janja and Kion have always been rivals. Ever since childhood, the two had been in conflict with one another. As they got older, Kion began to notice Janja's ever-increasing muscularity. He even sprouted hair beneath his pits. As a young cub, Kion was...
The Item, Appraised
**_The Item, Appraised_** "We made quite the chunk of change tonight," said a vulture, who was clad in a black three piece suit. The night's profit was stacked neatly on his desk; he had just finished running the numbers. He flashed a grin and...
From Boys to Toys
Look, I do weird things in my job, okay? Not the whole dumb "I taste marmite for a living", or "I clean out septic tanks". Not to say these jobs aren't unusual, but if you're asking for "weird", no other job can hold a candle to what I do. Okay, deep...
R&D3: The New Boss
Funny story, when I started in on this one I was worried there wouldn't be enough to it to make a decent-sized chapter, and, well, here we are. Turned out to be one of the longest ones I've done. Makes sense though, I love the R&D chapters since they...
Cocotoy
"No, please! I'm innocent!" the shark screamed as he struggled, but his captors ignored his pleas. The depths of the prisoner processing plant was too isolated for anyone outside to hear his voice. They dragged him to a conveyor belt with a square...
Far From Elsewyr (Kiwa Gift)
While khajiit language was couched in deference and self-objectification, the fact of the matter was that that object was always seated on a very high pedestal, well lit, and preferably surrounded by riches (to set off its color, of course).
Trophy of a Hero
There was an explosion. He had turned around, but there was no time to react. Black tendrils had come up to restrain him, and a wave of darkness had engulfed him. Ignition woke up with a start. Where was he? He tried to get up, but his spandex-clad...
Mob Rugby 5 (final) - Horns are Unneeded to Fly
**Meet... Some Guy?** When I asked Mistress Laughs in Darkness if it would be possible for me to take part in one of her gazelle-training sessions, she smiled warmly and answered that bold new aspirants were always welcome, and that helping newbies...
Trophy of a Hero (Mild Version)
There was an explosion. He had turned around, but there was no time to react. Black tendrils had come up to restrain him, and a wave of darkness had engulfed him. Ignition woke up with a start. Where was he? He tried to get up, but his spandex-clad...
Life Imitates Art
Moonlight shimmered through the many glass windows that lined the studio wall, bathing the high-ceilinged room in its soft blue glow. Harmonising with the navy hues were the yellow lights of two lamps, each one mounted on a slanted drawing desk. One...