Orbital Entire They both made an effort to convince him otherwise, but Corin insisted that he had a meeting on another plate and it was absolutely unskippable. He would meet up with them later, after the ship docked on Arkendus, and no amount of special pleading would change his mind. “Besides, you two should meetContinue reading “Marienheid (3)”
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Marienheid (2)
2 It was ultimately to the panther’s benefit that he couldn’t see the contours of the grey sheets lightly draped over empty air, the seemingly solid surface the three of them were laying on nothing more than a trick of the AG emitter’s steady thrum underneath. It was hard enough for the panther to comprehendContinue reading “Marienheid (2)”
Marienheid
The rabbit surveyed with a cold indifference, considering each and every footman, valet, maid, and gardener, both organic and biomechanical. He circulated the grounds from the arboretum to the hothouses, the conservatory to the abbey, with an eye for patronizing nitpicks, zeroing in on the smallest mistakes in an otherwise idyllic estate. His assistant felt compelled to whisper after the third gardener was told that his roses were sub par, “Sir, do you have to be quite so critical?”
“We have standards to uphold here, Quiltin. You should know that better than anyone! Since Pub has elected to return…” The rabbit trailed off when he saw one of the landscapers use a nullifier to remove an unsightly stump. “Come now, nothing period inappropriate! I know we’ve been lax for the last couple decades but the tiger will be anything but! He will notice!”
Olonne
The shimmering black immensity in the distance had filled him with a trepidation bordering on complete terror. It was so many things: an absurd monstrosity, a massive imposition, a holy monument, proof of conquest, a mockery of the smallness of this world. It sprawled up and into the sky, above the dark-grey clouds it seemed to conjure, absorbing the light that used to fill every corner of the verdant countryside and replacing it with an aura of–if not sheer malice–dominion unbound, a dream of might beyond all former limits of size and power.
The Beast
“Un–unhand me, you–you BEAST!” the king tried to order. His body betrayed him once more, his cock throbbing against the tiger’s soft and warm digits.
The tiger growled in frustration with the panther’s continued refusal. “Say it, Markus,” the tiger ordered with much more force and majesty than the king could possibly muster, both now and at any point in his life before. “Admit to me what you feel.”
SHRINKS
It was Pub’s turn to act all embarrassed. “I was actually working up the courage to ask you that…I’d love to show you around, Mark.” He was so sweet, and when he spun Mark around by the shoulder and gave him a kiss on the lips, the panther couldn’t help but smile at all the different wonderful ways this night could end. Pub insisted on driving, and since he was dead sober and the lightweight panther was decidedly not, Mark didn’t argue. “The power locks don’t work,” Pub explained as he opened the driver’s side door of the Oldsmobile before reaching over and unlocking the passenger-side door.
“Thanks for the ride, I d-dunno if I could make it all the way home r-right now,” Mark’s stuttering more a function of his drunkenness than his nerves at this point. “Oh, do I get to meet James tonight?” Mark asked playfully, and the tiger responded with a hearty chuckle.
Gas, Grass, or Ass?
Alexei almost jumped out of his seat when he first saw the flash of white against the dark backdrop. The wolf was driving so fast, he wouldn’t have caught the rabbit if he didn’t have such bright white fur, or if the road wasn’t just straight, flat countryside for several miles. As he slowed hisContinue reading “Gas, Grass, or Ass?”
RX-14
Pub let out a chuckle and evaded the question. “Who cares how I got so big? Maybe I enrolled in one of those drug trials at Thermodyne,” he teased, giving the panther a playful but loving squeeze as he lay supine in what used to be the apartment complex that he’d destroyed. It dirtied up some of his fur, of course, already covered in a mixture of wood splinters, drywall dust, and even pieces of “reinforced” concrete. None of them any match for a ferocious tiger of a sufficient size and build! He wrapped his thin yet huge lips around the panther, big enough now to more than cover the tiny panther. “Besides,” he added huskily as he lowered the panther slowly down his body down to the tumescent shaft of his own, “I think you have more pressing things to think about.”
Fearful Symmetry 