His Biggest Fan
The roaring of a jubilant crowd. The hot lights shining down on his sweat-soaked body. The deep ache of burning exertion in his limbs, evidence of a fierce struggle against his defeated opponent. Dark Inferno loved it all, even if there was just one...
[Commission] Cleaning Up House
The usual murmuring and rumbling of the officers filled the large debriefing room, though a subdued air hung over the gathered mammals as they settled into their seats. Nick stood at attention next to Rhinowitz by the door, trying to keep his gaze from...
[Commission] The Breaking of Jason Lambert
Outside of a certain darkened alleyway was the hustle and bustle of Nostromo, the galaxy's largest trading hub; the closest one could get to a heart of civilized society in the cold black around the rim of the Costana cluster. Vehicles glided along the...
[Commission] His Place - Part 2
When we got back home, I noticed that both mom's car and dad's were still missing from the driveway. They both had work that day, and so had left Jake in charge of the house; in charge of me. Part of me had been hoping they would've returned already,...
[Commission] His Place - Part 3
Darkness surrounded me. Engulfed me. Wrapped around me like a blanket. Faintly, distantly, I could feel something tugging my mind out of the depths of slumber. I was cold. My throat hurt. The space between my legs was sore and throbbing, and my...
[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,...
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...
No Homo
The click of the lock opening, followed by the front door swinging open and then slamming shut, resounded through the small apartment. "Hey." The familiar voice could barely be heard over the sounds of hacking and slashing from the tv, but the young...
[Commission] The Making of a Broodmare: Epilogue - Mates, Or Close Enough
The fresh summer air buffeted him, holding him in its embrace. Warm; warm against the scales of his body even high up the mountainside, but not warm enough to match the eternal inferno burning in his breast and through his bones. He loved this;...
[Commission] The Making of a Broodmare: Part 4 - Heat and Rut
Grunting. Panting. Huffing and growling. The sounds echoed throughout the cavern, bouncing off of the various treasurfes piled high above the nest of silken cushions in which the two dragons lay. Caristos struggled a bit, pulling his limbs and tail...
[Commission] The Making of a Broodmare: Part 3 - Learning His Place
The crunching of freshly-fallen snow under his paws. The huffing of his breath as the muscles of his hinds and thighs burned with exertion they'd never been pushed to before. The occasional sting--sharp and painful--from his bound wings and abused...
[Commission] The Making of a Broodmare: Part 2 - Bound
The trip into the village in the valley below Caltoras' peak was a quick one--gliding down through the frigid winter air towards the lights of civilization took almost no time at all--though Caristos found himself lingering in the sky above. His wings...