Counting Sheep

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“It never works,” Ally said, twisting in her bed.  She wore fleece pajamas pants and a buttoned top while laying in her friend’s bed.

 

“Trust me, I do it all the time!” Jennifer said from the floor next to her.  She lay on a spare blanket with another covering her.  Her pajamas were silk – a luxury she paid for with her own money.  “My mother got me into it when I was little.  She always thought it was hilarious but swore it would help.”

 

“It’s just dumb,” Ally told her.  “A kid’s thing.”

 

“I’ll start,” Jennifer said. …

Alley Dog

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He stroked her back as cars splashed past the alley where they both stood. She looked at him with a drunken smile and her hands against the wall of the club.  They’d danced and drank and she whispered to him with her hand on his cock until he led her outside.  

 

“Gonna take me home?” she asked as he leaned into her, kissing the rain from her shoulders.

 

“No,” he told her while he ran his hands along her body, squeezing her breast and slipping fingers down the shorts she wore.

 

“Hey,” she laughed, pushing gently back against him. …

Fractured Light

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The lone tower sat amidst an eerily silent clearing.  The thief knelt, hidden behind blackened trees as she watched for movement.  

 

Moonlight streamed down, the lines of silver highlighting lazily floating wisps.  Reaching down, the thief placed two fingers against the charred earth at the edge of the clearing.  The ground was brittle, as if the earth itself was a giant scab surrounding the tilted tower.

 

The thief rocked back, carefully pulling her dappled gray and green hood back to expose shoulder-length brown hair.  She wrinkled her nose at the harsh smell surrounding her.  It was alien to her and the closest she could place it was rotten oil mixed with a sharp, electric taste. …

Horse. Pussy.

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Innocence dies in the face of rule 34.

 

I’ve resisted the urge to contribute so far.  Using my powers for good, you could say.  But corruption is inevitable – all it takes is a tiny push.  And then another.  And another.

 

I’m strong, though.  Mostly.

 

Spring break and I have the dorm room to myself.  My roommate is off spending time with her family and my course load is pretty minor at the moment.  I don’t even have to work a real job so I can sit here, being lazy while bingeing Netflix and playing video games.

 

Honestly, really lazy. …

Her First Clutch

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Tainted eggs bring about strange changes and new urges.

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Jan held the receiver against her ear, waving at her coworker as she answered the company’s phone.

 

“Tellus Technologies, how may I direct your call?” she asked, watching while Linda, the head of the accounting department, stepped up to the front desk.  “Yes, please hold.”

 

“Jan, I remembered to bring them before I left!” the portly woman said.  Although she ran her own department, she was down-to-earth and a little ‘out there’ compared to the other executives.  Rather than their dreary gray suits, the older woman wore a bright red Christmas sweater with Santa Claus driving his reindeer across a white sky.…

Pisces

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A shy young woman stumbles into a magical store where she buys an anklet that increases her self-confidence but it comes with hidden side effects that soon become very physical…

Please see the wonderful art the commissioner commissioned here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41866778/ from the talented Gala!

An old commission I finally finished!

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The pen rolled, pulled between Victoria’s lips when she pushed her bottom lip forward.  It spun again when she drew her lip back.  She breathed through her nose, blinked and twirled the pen forward, idly enjoying the repetitive action while her eyes scanned the monitor in front of her. …

Idolatry

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Orange maple leaves spun through the air from arching branches high overhead.  Wind ruffled the trees until the susurration surrounded the two women walking on the empty path below.

 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Fumiko asked while smiling up at the scattered, shifting sunlight filtered by the boughs above them.

 

“Ye-es,” Katsumi agreed hesitantly.  She pulled her thin black coat closer around her body.  Goosebumps rose on her skin while she shivered.  It’d been warm when she’d left her home to meet her friend and she hadn’t planned on the long drive out to the mountain.  The girl cast an envious look at her blonde haired friend in her long, blue coat and thick black leggings. …

Passing Through

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Warning: painful transformation, death, violence, and gore.

Were-World’s Sue makes a stop in a sleepy town the morning after a full moon.

I wrote a fan fiction piece for Were-World ( https://www.deviantart.com/were-world/gallery?catpath=/ ) based on their “Sue” stories. All … copyrights? for the character are theirs.

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The wide arc of the sun crowned against the horizon, casting pure golden light throughout the valley.  The gray sky strained to contain the perfect blue yearning to break out.  Birds chirped and fluttered, zipping from building to building while watching for crumbs and worms.

 

Light buzzed and hummed and swarmed within the neon sign for Ray’s Diner. …

Layers Fan Fiction

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The summer sun burned high overhead – the Eye of Sauron trapped between the edges of the world.

 

Craig groaned, wiped sweat from his brow and flung it away before shading his eyes to stare at the baleful orb.  Sweat lined his back from where the backpack touched his body.  He walked slowly, knowing his dad would be waking soon for his shift at the mill.  

 

“Fucking Lenny,” Craig groused, kicking a rock in his path.  He wiped his fingers through the short hair on the side of his head with a sigh.

 

He’d known Lenny his entire life. …