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Friday, April 1, 2016

Musing- Predator's Prey

[pre-story]A short patreon bonus chapter based on Evolve, written many months ago and now released to the public.[/pre-story]

Content Warnings: Monsters, Rape, Weird alien dicks

Predator's Prey

In the distance, the burning wreckage of the titanic evacuation ship was rocked by another small explosion, the boom followed swiftly by an agonizing groan of metal on metal and a horrendous metallic shear as the hull gave way under its own weight. The front half of the massive vessel tore free, falling into a deep valley with a massive echoing crash. The panicked screeches, bellows, and squeals of batrays and other wildlife filled the air, only to be silenced by a terrible roar. Monstrous, primal, almost triumphant, the fearsome roar echoed in the clear sky, accompanied by a towering pillar of fire, blasted skyward by the roar’s raw power. In a moment, the roar was joined by a chorus of dozens more, each with their own jets of flame. A great pillar of smoke rose from the wreck, harpies descending toward it, the smoke thick with the scent of burning meat.

Musing- Primeval Passions: Ch. 0

Fate. Destiny. Kharma. The grand design. Whatever you call it, the universe has a way of giving someone exactly what they need. Even if they don’t know they need it. Even if it’s not obvious at the time. In one quiet corner of the universe, two strangers came together, like gears in a great machine,each giving the other exactly what they needed.

Musing- Spider [Profile]

Name: Goes by “Spider”

Species: Augmented Human. While born as a human, he underwent a dramatic transformation that left him with a number of inhuman traits. Most notably, he has six arms, which attach in turn to a slightly elongated rib cage. The index and middle fingers on each hand end in short claws, and bear spinnerets capable of producing strands of spider silk on command. In addition, he has a pair of short, retractable limbs ending in venomous fangs hidden in his cheeks, tucked against his upper jaw. The venom amplifies nerve signals, making pain and pleasure much more intense, so a small wound might become unbearable, and a sensual touch might bring one to the brink of orgasm.

Musing- My Little Clopfic

“Rainbow, what are you-” Fluttershy asked in her soft, gentle voice, surprised by her friend’s sudden shove, her words cut off as her back softly hit the rough bark of a convenient tree. Immediately, the sapphire-skinned pony’s body was pressed tight against hers, pinning her to the tree, their faces just inches apart, her firm, perky tits mashed against Fluttershy’s massive, mouth-watering watermelons, azure nipples poking into the soft, sensitive flesh. “...Oh, my.” Fluttershy breathed in surprise, eyes going wide as they saw the look in her friend's eyes. The rainbow-maned pony wasted no time, one talented hand coming up, fingers sinking into one of her plush, pillowy breasts, thumb and forefinger unerringly seeking out her nipple and giving it a sharp tweak. Fluttershy squeaked with surprise at the sudden intensity of the sensation. Her thighs twitched, trying to squeeze together as the sensation made her slit hum with excitement, but found their movement blocked by a well-placed athletic knee, keeping her legs apart. The reason became apparent as she felt a second hand on her skin, sliding down over her embarrassingly chubby tummy.

Musings- March

Hey there, squish here, with this month's update and musings! Sorry I'm late for the start of the month, turns out my recent case of the flu left behind a multi-drug-resistant sinus infection, and I'm just finally starting to feel vaguely human again. One big update: unfortunately, I'm going to have to pause my work on the new chapter of By The Horns for a moment. Some of you who read my blog might remember that a while ago, I was asked to make a submission to a real, published book of short stories, volume two of Sex and Sorcery. I've just recently been reminded that the window for that submission closes at the end of the month, so I've gotta get on that, like, YESTERDAY. I won't be able to share that chapter with you guys, unfortunately, for legal reasons, so you'll have to wait and get the book when it comes out. :P Anyways, onto the topic at hand! For the very first time, I actually have musings from last month to release to the public! Primeval Passions, the first part in the tale of two reptilian romantics, and Spider, a profile for a wandering bad-boy bard with six hands and magic fingers. I'll also release my very first bonus chapter, My Little Clopfic, for public consumption. I think I'll probably be releasing a bonus chapters per month like this until I run out of bonuses, then it'll go down to just the musings. This month, I only have one musing suggestion, but it's a good one. An arrogant succubus who bites off more than she can chew. The other musing is still a wild card. I might use it to continue the Primeval Passions story, I might use it to write a long-overdue short I promised a friend, but we'll find out together. The musings will have to wait until later in the month, though, I really need to focus my energies on the submission at the moment if I want to get it out in time.

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Friday, February 26, 2016

Operation K-9: Ch. 2 [Comm]

[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, rising from the grave with a new chapter in the unfolding saga of Emily "Deedee" D'Dvesti'Dvadtsat'Dva, as commissioned by Kaz! A lot of stuff happened, I been silent for a while, but I'm gettin' right back on the horse! If you want to read about what happened, you can check out my blog. Anyways, not too much to say about this particular chapter, I just hope you enjoy it! As always, if you like it, [redacted][/pre-story]

Chapter 2: Things Change

Emily squirmed, uncomfortable in her metal chair, her eyes downcast. She tried to keep her focus on the tray of food in front of her, and ignore the rest of the mess hall. She was dressed normally, a white tank top over a gray sports bra, with clinging camo running shorts that hugged her generous hips. And yet, somehow, she felt ...exposed. Naked. She could feel the eyes of the other soldiers on her. The looks of disgust, the furtive glances, the shameless stares, the hungry leers. She felt them all roaming her body as she squirmed in her seat, from her plump backside, squished against the steel seat, to her peach-sized breasts, firm and perky within her bra. Her cheeks burned as she tried to ignore it and focus on her food once more.

Even on the best days, the food was barely decent, and most agreed it was better if you didn’t look at it too close, something Emily was reminded of as she poked a shapeless gray-green lump that was supposed to be a vegetable with her fork. She shook her head, her ponytail swaying behind her, honey-brown with a thick black stripe running back from a palm-sized patch just above the middle of her forehead. Her pointed ears lay back against her head as she speared the vegetable lump and brought it to her lips, advertising her emotions in place of her tail, currently pinned between her plump backside and the back of the chair.