The ‘Deep-Mining Research Facility’ Drabble
I've been struggling to write anything serious in months, and I decided I would write some drabbles to get the creative juices flowing.
This is not the result of that. I found it with some other drabble pieces I'd written ages ago. I'd made a whole plan for a second drabble collection, entirely based on an interconnected Sci-fi theme about tribal wolves and sexual slavery in space. Not sure if I have any remaining interest in that, but it's far from the worst idea I've had.
Hope this little story clicks for you, too.
The ‘Deep-Mining Research Facility’ was looking less like his architectural dream imagined, and more like a bad euphemism. He barely stifled a sigh as he was asked for yet another soundproofed, undesignated room. One amongst many already placed beneath the compound.
Without the client’s presence, he would’ve assumed it was a prison. The otter paced with flushed features, twitching whiskers, and a dripping erection. Covering his squeaks when they discussed appropriate shower sizes or the many storage rooms.
It was cute. But it did make him wonder how the otter planned to hide his sex dungeon from the interior designers.