Fealty: Statecraft
"How much longer until we reach the capital?" Pachacutec asked excitedly. The jaguar sighed. This was only the thousandth time the tayra had asked such a question. "Still several weeks," he said, "depending on how the rest of the recruiting campaign...
Fealty: State Secrets
An hour later, Pacha stumbled through the flap of the emperor's tent and collapsed to the ground. The caiman and cougar honor guards rushed in after him. "Pacha!" the emperor cried. He raced to the tayra's side and helped him to the bed. The inside...
The Dog Zone
An adventurous, dimension-hopping couple ends up on a world full of vaguely mesoamerican anthro-dogs.
Fealty: Trade (2/2)
"Then take me." The tayra strode toward the snake. He untied his blue loincloth and let it fall to the floor. The emperor watched helplessly as Pacha went up and kissed Sayani on the lips. "Oh, excellent," the anaconda crooned. His tail reached up...
Playing with Fire
The mesoamerican design was familiar from somewhere; peter had an interest in history, but it wasn't one that jean-paul gondamer, the flat's owner, shared as far as peter knew. "what's that?"
Offerings to the Serpent
The night was quiet, even by the secluded temple's standards. The guards normally posted at the chamber's entrance had been dismissed for the evening, which meant that Thunder at Dawn could lie in waiting, undisturbed, while the traitor and criminal...
The First Annual Cockvore Paradise Tournament
He looks straight out of an ancient mesoamerican legend. dark, round anaconda markings cover his back and sides. cream scales on his chest and belly stand out over his powerful muscles.
Respawn (re-post, correct)
The roach looked at fran the way the spaniards must have looked at mesoamericans when they'd told them that they built whole buildings out of gold like it meant nothing. "you mean, like... all the time?" the jackal nodded. "every day."