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Swamp Invader part 4Claire struggled fiercely against the pulling tendril, yet it seemed unimpressed by her resistance. That was until she was pulled near a tree which she latched onto with curiously strongly muscled hands. Her grip was quite strong and she held on like a bulldog with its prey. She reached down at her hip with one hand and tried to free her Mare's Leg from the holster. But the tendril was holding her too tightly for her to pull the gun from the holster. Then she got an idea. However, this was one of those ideas that seems good at the time, but later wonder how you could have been so blind. Now Claire didn't bother trying to pull the gun free. Instead, she lever the action that chambered a big shell, aimed blindly and fired the gun while it was still in the holster! 'BWOOM!' gun announced. The stiff recoil of the magnum cartridge helped loosen it from the grip of the tendril, allowing her to pull it the rest of the way out of the holster. She quickly levered the gun again one ha
Swamp Invader part 3For a split second, Marcia had no idea what was happening. Some things happen to fast for the human brain to process and it takes a moment to catch up. Something lurched up from the ground like a grotesque prairie dog and grabbed her ankle tightly. She smelled fresh soil and a plant kind of smell, something she couldn't quite place. Half a second later she had her right leg yanked out from under her. Marcia fell to the ground with a thud and grunted. Another thing ripped from the ground near her and curled around her left arm. She was being pulled towards the water! Then Marcia's fighting instinct kicked in. She hefted her clunky rifle in her right hand, utilizing her exceptional upper arm strength to steady and aim the weapon downwards past her leg. What she saw there confused her. It was a dark brown, hairy looking thing. Like a long fire hose covered in bristly hair. It was wrapped twice around her ankle, the hairy projections curling at her boot and socks, clearly trying to g
Swamp Invader part 2Marcia tensed, her muscles growing taught and ready to react. The presence was behind her. Close. Way too close! Her senses now high tuned themselves, stretching, testing. She could hear the breathing of whatever was behind her. So fine tuned was her hearing now that she could tell that the mouth out of which it was breathing was slightly over five feet above the ground Small, not much larger than her. No, not through the mouth. Through the nose. How did it get so close? Being a hard core veteran soldier, getting close to her without her notice was like trying to steal a bed out from under a light sleeper. Somehow this thing had Marcia flicked off the safety Ready to turn and fire
"Careful dere shâ, I dun mean yuh no harm." drawled a feminine voice with a thick Cajun accent. Marcia relaxed slightly, getting up and turning around slowly. The woman was clearly a swamp dweller. Her skin was browned from lots of time in the sun. She wore tanned deer
Swamp Invader part 1Marcia grumbled to herself as she trudged through the sticky, festering swamp. Every time she stepped into the water, her feet sank up to her knees in silt that smelled like manure. The dark muddy water also seemed to conceal every kind of creepy crawly imaginable. She'd already felt crawfish crunch under her boots which only served to discuss her more than she already was. The water of this lowly swamp wasn't very deep, only to her waist at the deepest, but the mud made it almost unbearable. It was absurdly slow going, her legs sinking in with every step. And every time she pulled her feet out the mud released her only after a short struggle and a sickening sucking sound, like a kid pulling a lollypop out of their mouths. The sun had difficulty penetrating the trees here that hung over the water as if they were sad, their long leaves drooping and swathed with Spanish moss. Most trees resided on tiny islands, most no wider than a few feet. It was a sad, mysterious territory. Marcia now
Lalita and Three Lusty Meals 1When will busty women ever learn? As the three young ladies, Jackie, Mint and Dez didn't realize, camping in the jungle alone wasn't the best place to relax.
India was a reasonably popular tourist destination in the world. An ancient country with a dazzlingly rich culture along with breathtaking wilderness made it an obviously attractive place to travel. At the moment the trio of young ladies were now at a rather remote camping spot. India is the second most densely populated country on the planet, and the girls liked the idea of having more privacy. So to get as much privacy as they could, they traveled to their current campsite that was thirty miles from the closest habitation. It was a good spot too. A small clearing surrounded by lovely trees and a nearby creek where one can bathe without worry.
The three girls were glad to have this spot so as not to be pestered by men. The girls were almost ridiculously attractive. Jackie was a deeply tanned Aussie girl with a fiesty demeanor and
Celladona meets Djinn SistersCelladona purred to herself, sliding through the shadows in the forest like a ghost. Cella was on the prowl, hungry for prey that had power to offer her. Every now and then her instincts urged her to absorb some hapless life form to supply her with energy and sometimes new abilities. She enjoyed it too. She enjoyed using her tail to slurp up her prey, finding it somewhat arousing as well. She enjoyed using her charms to lure prey in close in her usual flirtatious swagger and then the look of surprise and terror on their faces when she chose to strike.
Right now she felt something powerful nearby, something that made her lower stomach tingle pleasantly. She quietly slipped nearer, now within visual range of the life form. Despite living in the world of DBZ (Did all the dog and cat people of Dragon Ball die off after that series?) Cella had never seen a creature like this one. Cella was looking at the Majin girl Jasmine. Jasmine, one of the Djinn Sisters was a perky creature with a perso
No dishonor in my house (just a raw story outline)
No dishonor in my house.
Leo and Raph are in a relationship
have been for a while now
so they decide to finally tell Splinter about it
Raph doesn't think it's such a good idea, he's really insecure and worried, despite Leo’s best efforts to reassure him
then, they do go to Splinter and tell him
instead of his approval or acceptance, however, he reacts quite unfavorable
basically he does not approve. At all
he almost instantly starts telling Leonardo to stop this nonsense and how Raph is corrupting him, distracting him from being the leader and how unhonorable this all is.
Raph feels all of his insecurities and fears of being the “bad child” confirmed and starts backing out, murmuring about leaving Leo alone, but Leo won't have any of that.
Instead, he tells Splinter that they didn't tell him to ask his approval, but simply to let him know and he won't break up with Raph just because it might be dishonorable.
Splinter is really displeased with the situation, but leaves
Tragic CoupleTragic Couple
Fox Serum story
"This seat isn't taken, I presume?"
Dale looked up from the stein he was sipping from as the man who'd voiced this question seated himself on the barstool next to him. Warily, Dale raised an eyebrow in speculation as he mustered his sudden and unwanted companion.
Damn, I just want to finish my beer and then go home to bed... what's Jensen doing here?
While his department head at work, the sales department at a large company which was developing, producing and selling Fox Serums, was a companionable and friendly fellow, he wasn't known for visiting bars late in the evening - even less at a workday. The probability of this being a chance encounter therefore tended to be virtually zero, which meant that Jensen wanted to talk to him about something. Since he hadn'
Flora's Arrangements (TF)Flora’s Arrangements: a simple store in the middle of southeastern Florida. It’s out of the way, too far from any landscaping opportunities to make its wares desirable... But its business doesn’t rely on the selling its wares. Its business relies on a little bit of change.
Flora is a witch, and a damned good one at that. Most of her kind preferred to use others, changing humans against their will. After all, transformation is the key to immortality for their kind. But Flora is in no way a typical witch. She only nibbles on time borrowed from people’s changes, preferring to ask for permission first. Finding voluntary subjects helps her stay abreast of the law, of any authority—and it makes her popular and well-liked with her usual clients.
So, without further ado, let’s take a step into this quaint little shop with a magical owner, watch a few chapters from the life of the kind witch with a green thumb.
A World Apart - Ch. 1 - Conflict*Jerome*
Running. He was running just about as fast as he could. Trees whipped past him, wind whistling past his ears as he bolted through the forest.
This was unknown territory. He had no idea where he was. He was lost on the wrong side of the river with no way to tell where that river even was.
He was terrified. I could practically smell it on him. As I watched this boy run by the tree I hid in, totally oblivious to my position, I couldn't help but wonder; what was this kid doing here? How old was he? Where were his parents? I couldn't tell but he looked like he was close to my age, maybe just a little younger.
He had light brown hair that stuck up on end, and wore a black tee shirt with dog tags around his neck. Other than that he wore red shoes and jeans and he appeared to have no weapon on him. Nevertheless he was still trespassing on Bacca territory. It was my civic duty to kill him.
I sighed and pulled my diam
Trina's Monkey BusinessDay 0:
Where to begin? Well, one of the top-recommended things people had for me to become was a monkey. Which is more than a little lucky, since my keyboard hasn’t shipped to me—I’d imagine that having some opposable thumbs will come in handy with the typing.
I took the vial a little an hour ago, so there’s nothing yet to see changed. But give it a little bit of time... Anyways, you know what’s coming next, some good old fashioned TF! Hope you guys are ready, because I know I can’t wait!
It’s great to be back! -Trina
I took the serum yesterday, and as expected, today I feel... Odd. Like, I’ve shrunk a little bit, and my legs look like they’ve grown a coat of fur. Isn’t that weird? I didn’t think that I’d first be changing into a primate, but I have to admit, I think I kind of like the idea. Monkeys and humans aren’t that far apart an
Force Bound (a SWTOR DiD Story)
The battered Corellian freighter glided through space, powered on by heavily modified ion engines as it flew towards its destination. Christened the Troublemaker, the freighter consisted of a saucer-like hull with a tapered cockpit protruding from its centre, with an off-set cargo module on the hull. It was currently flying on a familiar course, making its approach towards the infamous moon in the galaxy: Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler’s Moon.
Sitting in the pilot’s chair, Tria “Troubelle” Tzanti grinned as she watched the moon grow closer, always happy to be returning to that neon nightmare. Young, slender and fully of mischievous energy, Troubelle whistled to herself as she piloted the Troublemaker into orbit. As a zabrak, she sported short, torn-like horns than protruded through her short wavy hair, and her pretty heart-shaped face was segmented by traditional line tattoos. A smuggler by trade, she was dressed in a revealing yellow tu
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 2
December 25, 2268
There are a lot of ways that you can tell that you’re not on a regulations-driven Starfleet starship; but perhaps one of the most obvious is being greeted by energetic, jazzy music when you arrive at the bridge, as Cera was when she stepped out of the turbolift. The lighting was dim, in keeping with the fact that it was 0118 in the morning, and there was only one person present: her undeniably eccentric first mate, Garadun. He was sitting at his usual seat at the helm station and was moving in time with the music; what he liked to call “chair dancing.” Although she’d never heard this particular piece before she was certain it was from Earth and, from the sound of it, likely from around the turn of the twenty-first century. It was jazzy and dynamic, and the vocals were being provided by a woman of immense talent; her voice was passionate and strong.
Cera had no problem with his playing music on the br
The Good Old Days At this point, Skylord Lysander found himself banging his head repeatedly down on the table in front him in boredom. Quietly, of course. He mustn't disturb the Admirals as they debated about the air lights on... And on... And on...
He let out a sigh and let his head rest against the large round conference table. He heard a groan from beside him. "Why do the annual meetings have to be so damned long?!" Lysander turned his head to the right as Skylord Amber looked to her left. Before the two even made eye contact, the knew they were thinking the same thing.
"I'll tell you what..." Lysander sucked in a quick breath as he straightened up, keeping his voice low so as not to attract the attention of the Admirals. "When I make Admiral, I'm gonna change up the meetings so they last one day and they'll have pizza. Shiploads of it."
"Ooh ooh, and those neat drink machines that they have in the movies!" Skylord Vimes added excitedly f
Truth or Dare part2"Um, alright. Who goes first?" Darak asked.
"Me! Me!" Nadia chirped eagerly, waving her hand in the air.
"We have a winner!" Rinava laughed.
"Alright gal, truth or dare?" Annah asked, smiling.
Alright. Lesse... Who do you see yourself marrying in the future?" Annah asked, smirking mischiefously. A slight blush came to Nadia's cheeks.
"I, erm... Let me think about it for a sec..." Her eyes switched back and forth from Rinava and Darak.
"At the moment... I'd have to go with..." Both males held their breath in anticipation.
"Darak! I know him pretty well so far, plus he's easy to trick." Nadia winked, earning an easy blush from Darak. Annah playfully nudged her friend with her elbow.
"Nice choice." she chuckled.
"Yeah... nice..." Rinava muttered, obviously feeling a tad bit left out.
"Oh? Alright then tough guy. How about you try me?" she offered, her tail flicking quickly.
"Okay then. Truth or dare Annah?
I'll pick dare." she said without hesitation. She was after all a ra
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