Exertion and Attraction
Carl could feel the eyes on his body, watching every movement of sweat-soaked cotton over his torso and flex of corded musculature under what skin he was showing; quite a bit, but it wasn't like any other member of the gym had a problem with it. The...
While He's Away
The front door opened, and then closed and locked. He sighed, looking around the living room; the stained couch and ratty carpet, the darkened kitchen and hallway back toward the bedrooms--bedroom--and the blown light bulb in the ceiling fan; he'd have...
[Commission] The Spoils of War
The tent was stuffy and humid, but it was much preferable to the wolf than outside; outside was still smoky, the stink of charred wood and blood still hanging heavily in the air. In here, he could distract himself with examining the sparse furnishings;...
Xenomorph Breeding: Analysis
Coffee. Bitter and black. The lifeblood of Site X-32-Beta. It was an open secret that nearly every researcher and even the security were shameless caffeine addicts; with the long hours of work that vacillated between dangerous and drudging, the lack of...
[Commission] Higgins' Special Commendation
"...and before we break for the day, I've one last item on the list. Hopps, Wilde." The bunny and fox jumped to attention at the chief's words; it took every ounce of Nick's willpower to not jump to literal attention, sending his chair skittering...
[Commission] Stu's Down-Home Welcome
The pipes of the small outdoor shower groaned, a deep lowing like a wounded elephant, and then cool water began flowing out of the showerhead. Nick let out a groan of his own as he leaned against the brick wall, feeling the water soak into his sweaty...
[Commission] The Making of a Broodmare: Part 1 - Caristos and Caltoras
The crisp winter air buffeted him, holding him in its embrace. Cold; cold against the scales of his body and the thin membranes of his stretched, occasionally-flapping wings, but not cold enough to reach the eternal inferno burning in his breast and...
Xenomorph Breeding: Hypothesis
Deep in the bowels of Site X-32-Beta, past two security doors that were monitored and guarded heavily day-cycle and night-cycle, in a small room that had been converted into both lab and living quarters, Sam Finney stared intently at a vial full of...
[Commission] Perks of the Job
“Eric Johnson?" The slim eighteen-year-old perched on one of the plastic chairs in the office lobby—the only person occupying the otherwise-deserted room—perked up. He looked to the nurse standing in the doorway just to the right-hand side of the long...
[Commission] Filled and Fulfilled
Devon tapped his hooves against the tile floor, ignoring the chatter which filled the fast-food join as he took a deep breath in and then out. He looked from the entrance of the restaurant down to the phone in his hand, checking the time: three o' two....
[Commission] While He's Away: Sharing Memories
The dorm room door closed behind him, shutting out the outside world and all the worries and cares that came with it. Mark took in a deep breath and let it out slowly; Mondays were always the shittiest for him at school, especially after the muzzy,...
Orc Breeding 4: The Broodmare
The attack came like an earthquake--sudden, swift, and impossible to divert. The watchmen had barely sounded the alarm before the horde burst through the gates of the outpost, rushing forward with roars of bloodlust. Though the dwarves prided...