Hive Ch. 2
"Who _is_ that?" "And what the hell is he wearing?" The girls had, like the rest of the bar, been drawn to stare at the stallion that had ducked into the establishment. And 'ducked' was truly the correct word. Standing erect, he was closer to eight...
A Big Night
Tim adjusted the tie around his neck once more. He'd been waiting here for maybe five minutes, and had adjusted it about that many times in that period. He was uncomfortable. Dressed in a nice bottle green dress shirt and slacks, he was better dressed...
Typical Friday Night
Sam twirled the straw of her rum and coke idly, eyes rolling across the bar scene with an equal mixture of mild curiosity and lazy boredom. Her drink could use a little more rum, and her gaze could have used a little more curiosity, and a little less...
Taking Care of Business
Tim was bored. Sure, it was nice being able to not work. The monthly stipend check coming in from the pharmaceutical company responsible for his predicament was plenty to let him live comfortably; his lawyer had seen to that. The idea of his new...
'Performance' Enhancing Drugs
_Just take em._ Tim held the bottle in his hand, turning it over and over. It was unlabeled, given to him on the sly by his gym buddy Ron; 'performance' enhancers, is what he called them. And by the way he had grabbed his crotch when using that term,...
An Evening at Home
Cheri was sitting on Thomas' lap. For most couples, this would be a cute little symbol of intimacy. And for the two of them, after half a year of dating, it was certainly that. However, specifically for them, it was much more than that. Cheri's legs...
Hive Ch.1
_Pain. Cold. It had been waiting in the void for so, so long. A seed of a race long departed or long dead, It did not know or particularly care. What had woken it from its millenia-long slumber was approaching. A world of blues and greens and whites,...
What a Mess
Tim lounged on the divan in the center of the room, half-buried in piles of plush pillows. The room was warm, slightly humid, but extremely comfortable for the red drake. This was good, since there were no sheets. It was doubly good, since he was...
The Idol of Cattra
Sam hummed and grabbed the prybar off of the workbench. The shipment of ancient feline artifacts had finally come in, arriving almost a week behind her own return. They stood in a neat pile where they had been left, but one was the most interesting for...