LIIThe Streets of LondonEugenie2099 It had been a long and arduous trek to London from her distant home in a plague-ridden village in rural East Midlands, but Eugenie was determined to get as far as she could from all that she'd used to know and all the memories associated with it. Although Eugenie had lived all her young life in one of the English Republ...
LXXVPromised LandEugenie2101 Not many were left in Eugenie's original posse after they'd been forcibly evicted from the mansion in which they'd been squatting in Hampstead. Ned had been shot in the back by the Security Officers while he was trying to escape by scrambling over the wall. Natalie had been bundled into the back of a van in which at the very lea...
A physicist might have a hard time enjoying this story, seeing as the low surface tension of the water in this world might confuse him. Suffice to say, their world is not ours; their trees do not rely on capillary forces to drink. Please forgive the redundant copyright messages, I've found that sometimes my stories are copypasted in part and used elsewhere....
Prologue The Plague. No one knows how it started. The only thing everyone knows that it desolated the world's human population and is continuing to do so. The Plague had wiped out the human races' fertility rates so dramatically there were pregnancy laws. After the Plague had hit and started wiping out the rate of successful births, the Pregnancy Act (PA) w...
DISCLAIMER: This story involves the degradation of a trans character, this is not meant to be read as transphobic scripture. The writer, being me, is trans, not that makes it automatically okay, but just understand, this is a fantasy, and it fulfills some of my submissive desires. Also, a further warning of bodily excretions. (I have a very perverted mind)....
Oh the stranglehold the Arctic Circle Armada put around that city was not near as troubling as the plague sweeping across the world in those days although we might say in some ways the Arctic Circle stranglehold dribbled a dose of molasses to that city - not so much for the sweetness but for the slowdown effect; slowing down the advancing plague and the prog...
Chapter Thirty-three -- The End of the Journey Vesna spent the next day riding west through thick forests, and the day after that riding north. Whenever she was not worried about simple survival she pondered a growing question in her mind: Home...what exactly was home? After ten years of wandering she was no closer to knowing the answer than when she starte...
"Everyone remembers where they were when news first broke out about the Zombies, and they've got some fancy stories, me, I don't bother with making stuff up, I will admit that I was on the crapper," Khalid Mubarak said, and the tall, burly and broad-shouldered Afro-Egyptian Vampire threw his head back and laughed. His companions did not appear to be sharing...
Doclin grabs the sheets as he always does just before he cums. His firm ass stands high above the deep arch in his back...a back and shoulders and neck and head that just a few seconds ago were my joy to lick, and nuzzle and kiss. But now I am upright with my hands on Doclin's muscular hips. Friends and sex-mates before the plague, we have been together as l...
The following story chronicles the fall of human civilization in the near future at the hands of an unknown force. A plague it seemed was loosed upon humanity which radiated out in great waves and mutated whomever it infected. Think of a tidal wave, and each time that tidal wave hits something, it absorbs it and adds it to its strength and power until it cir...