Nyandemic Story, pt. 26
After sitting idle for a fortnight, the Bug coughed blue smoke at ignition, and it kept wanting to stall at stop signs for the first few minutes – but at last, I was off. Curiously, however, I found myself turning the other way onto the main road;...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 25
## 10. HIC SVNT HOMINES I felt like a coiled spring when I awoke the next morning; there was a tension – not nervous, but _restless_ – charging my entire frame. Truthfully, I wanted to laze around in bed, or better yet, go back to sleep – I'd sure as...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 23
I bristled, but couldn't quite bring myself to pull away from her touch; instead, I turned my head and brooded – at that, at the thought that there might not even _be_ much I could do about these instincts, and at the reminder of how I'd spent the...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 22
I hunched forward, tail lashing moodily, and heaved an aggravated sigh. It was a little later in the morning. I'd gotten as far as bagging up my laundry, then got stuck in a loop, alternating between pacing around the living room, trying to figure...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 21
## 9. Breaking Ground I slept well enough, but I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. There was a hardly a part of me that _wasn't_ experiencing a dull ache, and it felt like every bone in my body had gotten a visit from the Trash Compactor...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 20
And thus ended the shortest interaction I'd _ever_ had with them. I tottered inside, shut the door, slumped against it, and slid down to the floor, then winced and leaned forward to un-kink my little stub of a tail out from under me. _Just shoot me...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 19
I woke with a start. The light streaming in from the window was all wrong; it must've been nearly 10:00 by the look of it. It was Wednesday, wasn't it? _Shit,_ I must've slept through my— Oh right, I didn't have work today, either; I was out sick...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 18
It was well into the evening when hunger finally forced me out of the blood-trance. Normally, I could go for most of a day on coffee and the occasional light snack, if I remained sedentary and didn't let myself get too worked up;° but I was still...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 17
## 8. Metamorphosis _Thump._ The late-morning sun stabbed little pinpricks of light through the weave of the blanket. I blinked, squinted, and forced my eyes shut. Was it my head that was pounding? My skull still felt funny. _Thump._ It was no...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 16
After a while, she turned on the TV at a low volume, channel-surfing 'til she ended up on a foreign-language news broadcast featuring some weaselly guy in a God-awful polo shirt. It was hard to stay focused - so much more comfortable to just lie here...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 15
## 7. Troubled Dreams It was Monday morning when my brain started working properly again; the fog lifted all at once, in a horrible flash of clarity. Nicole had been grooming me, and as usual for the last couple days, I'd found myself nuzzling into...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 14
I watched her for a little while longer, but I was starting to get bored and a little irritated. Weren't we going to do, y'know, grooming and stuff? Honestly, I could kinda go for that; it wasn't like I _needed_ anybody to care for me, but something in...