I pressed my hand to the plate, watching as the pad energized and glowed green. With my ID confirmed the airlock field began to thin and fade. Before me was the semi-transparent umbilical that connected to my ship some fifty yards out, one of the few places where natural zero G still existed and could be enjoyed. I was off on another routine trip, my third...
I became still as a statue for several minutes, not moving, not speaking, and not thinking of anything other than the words that just passed through my ears. I knew that feline and Kamaloid DNA were part of my genetic make up. I had now found a third piece of the puzzle that I was looking for. I tried to think of all of the possibilities that could have led...
"I'm going down alone. End of discussion." Grayson strode to the far side of the shuttle to continue her checks. Hendon followed. "Beginning of discussion," he argued. "It's too dangerous." Grayson gaped at him. After everything we've been through, you think taking a shuttle planetside is too dangerous?" "I was referring to the Fed presence." "That's why...
Arthur closed his eyes and exhaled. Back against the trunk of a great pine, he held a rifle against his chest. He pulled out the worn magazine, examined it, and slotted it back into the gun. He did three Hail Marys and fervently grasped the collection of dog-tags hanging around his neck. He whispered to himself, "Three bullets left Arthur...make em count."...
With C&C from D.B. Story **** **** **** (Herm/Bi-'bot, Bi-'bot/M-'bot, rom, oral, SciFi, ASFR) WRITER'S NOTES: This part takes place six weeks after Part One. It is written in first person with Deanna's POV. Marlenn's POV will be displayed in italics (in HTML format) or framed with six asterixes at the start and end of the section (in TXT format). Marlen...
In the year 2108 there was an abundance of technology interacting in people's daily lives. Since the population dropped significantly years before, the use of robots became very common to supplement parts of the workforce. Most of the robots worked in the simpler fields such as factories, grocery stores, bank tellers, drivers, and more. The most recent addit...
Under New Management (Friday Night, Continued) Once Candy returned to tie up the mad Doctor and his assistant who, together, were responsible for vulcanizing us, I tried to focus on what to do next. We had some major stuff to nail down. Here we were, seven girls thrown together by chance, our bodies transformed into shapes that were (in my newly found opin...
Chapter 11: Tuesday, Again (still) - The Bootique Less than an hour before, I'd bolted awake to find myself seated on a metal chair with no personal memories to speak of, in a concrete room full of villains and stolen pleasure-droids. So that sucked. Also, my butt had felt like I'd just been reamed and, disturbingly enough, I'd been less concerned about the...
Day 1 Brandy lay on her back on the massage board and let the spa-XR3000 do it's work. It was the best investment she ever made. Quartjax did her nails whilst the machine relaxed her body. She had a rough day of bargaining and bartering with the Velf and the Psadar. The Psadareem wanted his people to have the best and of course the Velf Queen would always f...
Abstract: The brainwashing only works on four out of five women. The others have to stay at the Bimbo Asylum. * "Come-on. Undo my straight jacket," said Abigail, surprised that Brooklyn, Bronxie and even Madison would be so afraid to undo the knots tied in back. After all the laundry area had no guards and no cameras. "Hello, I can't use the tablet unless...