1. The second apprentice of Jace the Jungle Goddess is younger than Lunir, and slightly shorter and scrawnier. She has shockingly large green eyes, with a mouth that seems too small for her face. A prim mouth, it seems. This impression it gives, however, is entirely false. Garis is her name. She is blonde, very blonde, and rather than keeping it cut pragm...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Paying Her Way Sean's lips turned down in a frow...
Interlude II The Bloodstained Blonde "What resplendence, what beauty! Poetry in motion is to die and walk among the star flowers for a mere glimpse at divinity, to toil in a god's name for years to hear the voice of your patron? The things we do in the name of connecting to our gods are nearly limitless and in the end we can only but glimpse at the power...
She stood on the edge of the cliff, worn rags wrapped around her larger frame. In the past she'd worn a pristine lab coat to cover her large breasts and pale skin, yet in this sand covered place they'd been worn into rags. The wind whipped by her face, covered in muck and grime like many of the people left. In the distance was a small encampment, a place she...
It all started innocently enough. My friend Jimmy and I had been down at the river horsing around and both of us wound up soaked from head to toe. His house was only a short distance so we hopped on our bikes and sped off. When we arrived there wasn't anyone home. He handed me a towel and told me to take my shower first. Jimmy said he would grab some cloth...
The sandwich board man was there again. Every Saturday and most weekdays shoppers would see old George Timpson doing the rounds in the town square and at The Mall Shopping Centre. Most regulars knew of him and looked forward to sharing the odd joke and seeing the trademark top hat and multi-coloured jacket. He was a regular feature and if he didn't have a pr...
I ran through an almost swampy deciduous forest area. I say almost because the pools and pockets of shallow water were sand bottomed instead of the kind of muck that results from leaves turning into silt. The sand, a nice, fine Sahara Desert-esque sand, was firm and well settled. Judging by the lighting, I would guess it was afternoon, possibly hinting at th...
Too much beer, or coffee, or what the hell; and here he was desperately trying to find a wide enough shoulder on the rain drenched road to park the beast and make for a hasty retreat into the brush to relieve his bloated bladder. He cursed the car, the road, and everything else he could think of as he squinted into the downpour, aching for the warm relief of...
They were only twelve men, but they rode through the Shadowlands as though they led an army. If they had led an army, it would have gone much the worse for them; the hordes of the Shadowlands that were in thrall to the dark god Kauroth bred ceaselessly in the dark realms beyond the power of Istan, Lord of Light. The nightlings and sunbanes and shadowmancers...
The rest of the group was too tired after an evening wasted building a stupid, pointless diorama for Professor Duncan's Anthropology class to notice that Annie and Britta headed out of the library in the same direction. That in and in itself wasn't that unusual; only Abed, if he'd thought to think of it, would have found it suspicious that two women who live...