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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
Unwanted Bonds - 11
Raphael screamed and screamed and screamed...
He screamed, thrashed and all Leonardo could do was hold on to him, try to protect him from hurting himself in his fit. With every scream, the younger arched painfully against him, every single muscle taut and seizing.
Leonardo just held him close, sobbing in both relief and fear when Raphael's body finally gave in. He caught him when he collapsed, cushioning his fall when they both dropped to the floor.
And yet, Raphael didn't - couldn't – stop screaming, grinding his throat raw until his voice, too, gave up, reduced to little more than grating wheezes.
Then, finally, thankfully, even those tampered off to silence, until Raphael just laid bonelessly in his older sibling's arms, awkwardly catching his breath, his entire body quaking with exhaustion.
Only then, Leonardo dared to open his eyes again, blinking against the blurry wetness in them.
Raphael's own eyes were open, half-lidded and staring blankly at nothing, eyes lost in the sh
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 5
Open Space, SS Calypso
January 5, 2269
One of the advantages of having an older class of ship like Calypso, at least as far as Cera was concerned, was that it had an actual galley adjacent to the mess hall in addition to the food dispenser slots. Which meant that you could cook a real meal made from real ingredients, instead of eating reprocessed whatever all the time.
“So what exactly is this?” Nessa asked curiously as her lover set a plate in front of her. It looked like short, oddly-shaped worms covered in thick blood.
“This is called rotini,” Cera explained happily. “It’s a type of pasta. Pasta is made from wheat. The sauce is meat and tomato.”
Nessa gave the steaming plate a sniff. “This is Earther food?”
“Italian, to be exact. Go on, try it.”
As Nessa picked up the spoon Cera had provided, the door to the mess
Down the Memory Beach
A bucket full of paint, covered with a lid which threatened to fall over any moment, whistled by and landed next to the old armchair, having splashed a shimmering (shimmering, not glittering) stain on it.
Smaller gears went flying to all sides, until the reason of this mischief grew tired and showed itself - it was a boy of about three or four, all dark brown eyes and hair sticking upwards, the clothes of which held permanent tracks of actions. "This kid makes the odds and ends burn!", as Grandmother Jackie loved to say. And she was right.
"C'mere, Bertie, I finished!" Kasterborous Tyler - or simply Kaster - squeaked, having emerged from the chest kept under the table - his father loved keeping things there. "C'mere, I no toss anymore!"
The other boy walked into the lab rather warily, as if expecting to fall through the floor. He was Kaster's total opposite both in appearance and mann
Irony of ScienceTime. I joked once with her that it was simply the thing that stopped everything from happening at once. When she asked me for space I laughed, and said "Of course you can have space, if you didn't, everything would be happening right here."
That's not what she meant. She wasn't amused.
There's that long awkward period of mourning you go through when you stop being part of someone's life, when they stop being part of yours. You do things to help you cope, maybe workout too much, run too far, move to a different city and start drinking all the time. Coping mechanisms. I tried them all, and in the end, I dried up, slowed down and poured myself back into my work. It's ironic that the thing that killed us wound up being the thing I turned to in order to save myself.
My liver has always been shit.
She never believed me when I told her what I wanted to build, and when I tried to explain it she'd wave her hands and talk over me "Too much science, tell your nerd friends, I don't care", and the
Trucks Gone Wild- Magnum Opus“Moe, come here- I want you to see something!” the prof called. I had been trying on a new pair of gold lamé stockings- made with real gold, I guessed, given how much they were supposed to cost- and I padded over to his workstation. He had an incredibly dorky set of headphones on- the kind that glow in the dark and make you look like a singer in one of those weird bands from the eighties. Juxtaposed with his traditional lab coat, wire-frame spectacles, and wispy goatee, the effect was stunningly nerdy.
“What’s up, doc?” I drawled as I leaned over him, cheerfully giving him a full-on sideboob.
He scooted over a little in his chair, trying without much success to put a little room between us. “I just intercepted a strange transmission. It seems something has taken control of a number of trucks and is causing them all to drive south through the city. Further, each of these trucks appears to be taking control of o
Outlawed: part 4
First there was nothing but darkness. Then slowly, bit by bit, something crawled into Rover's mind. It was sweaty, throbbing an vaguely resembled consciousness. The first thought that actually punctuated his foggy mind was the realization that his head was going supernova, exploding outward with a violent eruption of heat and then collapsing in on itself, puctuating space and time with the suction of a black hole and repeating itself with each beat of his heart. That or the Rhythonians were playing their planetary war drums on his temples.
The next thing he became aware of was that he was lying face down in a powdery dust that seemed to be in the midst of a full scale invasion of his lungs. He let out a half-hearted cough that simply blew the dust into a little cloud that hovered around his face and clinging to the droplets of perspiration trickling down his forehead. Tarnation, it was
Trucks Gone Wild- Pyrite“Damn it, Pyrite, you self-centered, narcissistic, egomaniacal, pig-headed jerk! Take a break between sets- I’ve got something important for you to do!”
Network’s irate yelling was almost lost in the screaming of the guitars and the pounding of the bass. Evin rolled his eyes and signaled Leon. The drummer nodded and launched into the solo that marked the bridge to the end of the song. His backup guitar and the bassist covered their surprise with nary a missed note. Leah segued through the bridge and into the final chorus. She turned her back on the crowd just long enough to glare at Evin and he shrugged apologetically before she turned back to the audience with a blinding smile.
“Give us a few minutes to catch our breath, folks- we’ll be back with one more round before last call, I promise!” she hollered to the rowdy fans and they sent up a roar of approval. Evin was already halfway to the stage door wh
Collector-Sealing the Deal (TF)“So, that’s it?” Patrick looked up at his new employer with a broad grin. Life had a tendency to dump problems on the young adult’s head, beginning with the death of his parents and ending in his homelessness. But now, thanks to Aqualand’s outreach program, he’d be able to work for his favorite water park! This was a dream come true!
“Absolutely.” His new boss smiled at him. As he’d grown to expect, it didn’t quite reach her eyes. That was the first thing he’d noticed about Emma Draes. The second noticeable quirk of hers was how she seemed to treat one of the park’s security officers as her superior, rather than the other way around. It set off a faint warning bell in Patrick’s mind, but when the alternative was living jobless…
Patrick shook off his apprehension, standing up to shake her hand. “So, where do I get my uniform?”
Werehog Story 21Just as Shadow had said, the Commander came to visit the heroes the next morning in Tails' hospital room. "I am sure this has to come at such a sombre note."
"So what is this meeting for?" Knuckles asked, leaning back on the couch provided.
"I sure you know why well enough. Your friend, Sonic." The group glances at various directions without immediately speaking a word.
"It's not his fault, Mister Commander." Cream spoke first.
"From what Shadow has told me, I understand it's not, but he's losing control."
"That is right." The blank hedgehog replied.
"G.U.N wants to offer our assistance in getting him contained-"
"So you can imprison him like last time or maybe add some experimenting too?" Knuckles shot back.
"No, we want help your effort in curing him."
"What?!?" Everyone barked in unison, surprised at the Commander's statement.
The man nodded. "G.U.N is concerned that he may cause more harm, but I also want to repay the hedgehog for all the things he's done for our world and hi
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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