Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Starfighter fiction?? What is this madness?! (smutty short)

Starfighter © M. Palumbo/HamletMachine.

Lift 24

It’s not the way that I intended for things to go. It’s just the way they did. Maybe I could have changed them if I’d wanted to, maybe not. That’s not really the point. I liked it. Maybe too much. I still like it. More than I should. At least, I think... maybe more than I should.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Polite Introductions (a smutty short) - noncon

The first version of this took me a week to pound out, and was lost due to asshattery. The second version took a few days, and I'm still not happy with it. However, I'm rusty from having been working entirely too much, so I'm going to be forgiving. Hopefully you can be the same. :3



Well, let's just call a spade a spade. This isn't a spade. It's tentacle rape. More or less (mostly less). This is what happens when people keep asking for more Nasr.

The horizon was awash with vivid hues of red and orange, brilliant colors that fell off to pastel pinks and purples as night crept along the sky behind Devon. And though he was facing the sunset, he paid it little mind. Nor did he pay any mind to the silhouettes of the trees that lined the park, stabbing voids of black into the brilliant display. Nor anything that might be lurking just past the corner of his eye.