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The candy spirit was predictably sweet. But Lonny couldn't get over its spiciness. Its kisses tasted of cinnamon taffy. Its first appearance had been a series of surprises. Floating ingredients shaping itself into a humanoid form in his shop after closing had frozen him in amazement. That it wanted to caress his mouth instead of … Continue reading Drabble | Candy Melt
Saint and Valentine lived on Block Fourteen together in secret, creating bonds for couples in Moon Colony Sistine. Marry one born of Moon and one of Earth, states Sistine’s law for each partner, and yet Saint/Valentine hacked paths for the same-birth: Changing records, certifying status, enjoining Moon/Moon and Earth/Earth born-of, approved to make life choices … Continue reading Poetry | Marriage Hack
Is MerMay swimming along faster than expected, or is that just me? Either way, here's a short fantasy I've been meaning to share. This is an unfinished draft. Please don't get too attached to it. I want to build up the story more later. Content Note: Erotic content meant for adult readers only. Human/monster pairing. … Continue reading Fiction | Seamen
Hello. 👋 This is an update about stories old and new. Fals' Fiction has been copied from Medium.com into blog posts. As of this writing, the accompanying header images are not always showing. I will fix those, add proper credits to the original publishers within the posts, and redirect the links on the Fiction page … Continue reading A Dragon’s Heart and Other Stories
You ask him this time. © Angel-Kun We keep losing track of our favorite android. I don’t know how he’s moving through the ship. But CommDeck always finds his recordings. 4Derek (as he calls himself) goes into an unidentified setting–a converted access area of the ship where the location trackers aren’t working. He strips naked … Continue reading Fiction | Our Favorite Android
© KateNovikova I have given you bows wrapping my body, faux silk printed by bots, so tiny, creating, spinning from liquid — the opposite of melting touch. Originally published in P.S. I Love You: Poetry Sunday.
Hey, bro, I’d promised after the lecture to msg about the group. We meet in the Spurta app Sat. Every week. Full day with a break for lunch. The mornings are for fighting. The evenings are fucking. You don’t have go full-body for the arena but turn on ALL your haptics for the temple. Whatever … Continue reading Fiction | Meet Me in Spurta
Someone’s going to have to lend a hand. © calibra The demon gave up on tempting Irwin from his seat in the back corner of Irwin’s garage. He’d sat on the raised platform by the door into the house too long, apparently. The metal legs of his chair clanged on the concrete floor. “How long you … Continue reading Fiction | Demonic Garage
That one (fantastical) fish in the sea. © mateusmiliano10 My former mate tried to twist out of my net. I don’t think he recognized me. Must have been my hairy legs. “Let go! Let go!” “Hmmm, nope.” I squatted in the shallows where he’d swam into my trap. He slapped his fish tail and man … Continue reading Fiction | Sunrise Scales
© iZer0 The pointed tips of Narrentuarn’s ears twitched at the urgent sounds in his mind. His hands vibrated from the desperate energy in his two ceremonial swords. The spell worked. They were coming. Across the platform of the moon rising ceremony, Hrroulenan gently drew smooth arcs of thickly smoking, herbal balls. His hypnotic body … Continue reading Fiction | Rising in His Moonlit Guard
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