Better Than an Autograph (OLD)
Desmond threw open the door to his apartment, then shoved it closed behind him, walking towards the shower to an imaginary heavenly choir. There were three reasons this was a fantastic day; it was Friday, so no more toiling for the library for another...
If It's Pink
A quiet night with nothing going on was a blank canvas for Aaron to paint. Aaron was a handsome boomer with tawny fur and blue flesh with dreadlocks on his head. He wore some gold chains, a wife beater and baggy jeans, all of which set the tone for his...
Damaging Smuggled Goods
--1 "State your business." Gruff, curt, female but only just. Not the voice of a woman Sovy wanted to meet face to face. "Just the usual sundries," said Sovy. "Battle rifles with mysteriously-wiped ID chips and filed-off serials, an assortment...
Loser Takes All
--1 The stadium was peaceful, almost quaint with empty seats in the midday. The jumbotron flickered dull, unfocused imagery, and so was the audio system being dully tested by a meekly-spoken koopa and a few other roadies from the Mushroom Kingdom. In...
Scoot Over
Knelle dragged the back of his arm across his brow. The air rushing through the vent window, even as humid as it was, helped to cool him off and keep the heat bearable. He was shirtless and tired. His glasses, smeared with sweat, sat up on the...
Hard is Right
--1 Some of the studly talent at _Nature Calls_ politely requested time off when ladies night rolled around; although some of the remaining workers resented having to pick up the slack because the gay guys called off, most didn't mind the extra work....
The Farmer's Daughter
The mood at _Friar's Farmstead_ was a relaxed one. Local farmer Gordon Friar had long since retired, leaving the legwork of the farm to his son and daughter. His son had a head for the business, aimed to fully inherit it when father either died or let...
Lazy Morning
Alistair gazed across the bed, its rumpled brown sheets pulled back unevenly. Golden sunlight filtered through the window overlooking the lake, making his reading lamp unnecessary. The Delphox watched with a smile more in his eyes than his firm face...
Fired Up
The small dark feline pushed through the blinding snow, squinting against the biting wind and wet flakes. His glasses were pasted with snow; his coat of was thick but the cold was biting. His light adventuring attire did very little to insulate...
Can't Be Saved
When Alexis had gotten her trainer's license at fourteen, she wouldn't have thought of being in the forest after the sun went down; but years later and with a powerful Sawsbuck to protect her, an Arcanine just as ready, and four other mighty Pokemon...
Honor Where it Counts
--1 Ricky was huffing in healthy exertion, dragging a murderous-looking beast by the hind legs. Its bulk caught on what seemed to be every single tangle of weeds and prairie grass. The weeks spent stalking and luring this beast had worn heavily on...
The Grind of Servitude
Linna Auriandi had no interest in Pokemon training, at least in the typical sense. The reason she had a Charizard kneeling before her, its neck in a collar and its body gleaming with oil in the fickle brazier light of her den, was because she wanted to...