Chapter 76: Gain And Loss The surface explodes from the outside as Merrick sinks, holding Arnaav close in his arms. His body changes as his flesh formed into an array of beautiful blue and silver scales, along with wavering fins along his tail. Arnaav holds onto Merrick as his body breaks out in velvet fuzz of cream and mocha colors. The boy peers around...
Mighty Tungsten Tuberosity, Part 2 Hallowe'en morning. All Hallows' Eve. All Saint's Eve. The beginning day of AllHallowTide, the Western Christian Feast days signaling the liturgical dedication to remembering the dead. At least, that is, the saints, the martyrs and all the faithful: those who existed in Purgatory until the Day of Reckoning or, modernly, th...
Ryan gave a bone-weary yawn and, for the umpteenth time in just a couple of minutes, rechecked his ponytail was still secure as he adjusted his cap. Tony, owner of the small fast-food cafe/take-away, would be furious to know that at 1.30 a.m. he was alone in the shop. Ryan had already decided to start cleaning up and closing down. Sometimes the place could b...
Author's Note: Many thanks and undying gratitude to Nelle1022 for proofreading, editing, providing invaluable feedback, and in general, putting up with my crap. ***** Sitting at the bar at my favorite watering hole on a Friday night, I was nursing the last of my drink and attempting to indulge in a little self-pity, but the argument going on at the table...
It had snowed the week before Thanksgiving in Watertown, New York. The burg with an unimaginative name, which matched its basic cultural footprint, was a small town west of Fort Drum and nearly on the shore of Lake Ontario, just to the west of the town, and about as far north in the United States you could get without spilling over into Canada. That, in itse...
It took me a while to realise I'd been standing motionless in the open cubicle for several minutes, simply letting the encounter replay behind my defocused eyes. That really had just happened. I'd sucked a hot stud of a trucker and swallowed his load. Wow. At last, I stepped over tiles splattered with cum and spit and I left the cubicle. The toilets were a...
In front of us stretched nothing but road and nature. Forever. Sometimes forest passed us by, sometimes cliffsides with nets protecting the road from landslides, sometimes even huge lakes in the distance. Other cars became less and less and less common. This would be scary, this idea would be idiotic, if circumstances were different. I had resisted the urg...
Chapter Six -- Sometimes, You Just Want To Eat At Home "What's the expiration date on a crush?" Mike asked with a long sigh. On the other end of the phone call, Jared matched his with one that spelled compassion. It was only natural for Mike to go complaining to him since Jared surely had some kind words for him. "Go have fun, Mike. I feel guilty that I c...
Author's note: I tried my best to be accurate (scientifically, biologically, and otherwise) when writing this story, but there might be some mistakes. +++++ "Hey, Grant!" I hadn't seen him in months, but I would have recognized his face anywhere. It had been a while and he reached out, asking if we could catch up over lunch. He jumped a little like...
My name is Steven Vincent wife and I had been married for eight years and lived in a newer middle-class housing development outside of Dallas when this story began. We were one of the original units in the development that now had over 150 houses with plans to double that in the next eight to ten years. We had lived next door to an older couple that retired...