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Thin the herd. Burn it all down. Huff the fluff. And oh yeah...pass the steak sauce.

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“You’re from around here?”

The gorgeous bartender’s surprise was a bit understandable, since it was safe to say this ski resort didn’t necessarily cater to the ‘dying northern Maine mill town’ demographic.

“Oh, ayuh.” I nod in the affirmative.

“Whereabouts?” she asks, as I put my ID back in my wallet. The little plastic rectangle still has a tangible chill.

Seems like a silly question, but it’s not unreasonable for her to assume that the address on my driver’s license isn’t current.

“Castle Rock.” I say with a straight face.

She pauses for a moment. Clearly this girl has read her some Steven King.

“C’mon…..really- where are you from?”

“Cabot Cove?”

She didn’t say anything right away, but her eyes lit up.

“Jessica Oba-san?” she finally asks me excitedly.

“I’m sorry- what?”

“Oh…I’m sorry….” she gushed enthusiastically. “It’s just that we used to get Murder She Wrote on TV when I was growing up. Except in Japanese, it was called The Case Files of Jessica Oba-san. I used to love watching that show.”

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Storm of the Century

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The snow danced and swirled like thousands of little ghostly white dervishes in the glare of the headlights as the truck made its way down the darkened highway.

‘This is not her handiwork’ the driver said to himself for what must’ve been the thousandth time tonight. A massive winter storm system of ice, snow and gale force winds was stretching from Cape Breton to Michigan’s upper peninsula- and here he was in the thick of it, trying to keep one of the state’s highways open with metal on asphalt and thousands of pounds of silica and salt slowly draining from the dump body behind him.

Tonight’s storm had an especially harsher and far more unforgiving edge to it. Her handiwork had a seemingly more personal and almost warmer touch to them.

It was basically the difference between a snow day from school and the snows that trapped the Donner Party.

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Good Tidings

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“Eva, Gabby and Layla are here!” the Anubis pup announced excitedly upon hearing her mother’s words as she sprang up from the table.

Not even a second later, there was a loud knocking on the door, but Sakaali’s daughter was already off like a shot.

By the time Graham had got up from the sofa to get the door, Anippe’s paw was already on the door handle.

“You guys made it!” she yelled out excitedly as she threw open the door. A second later, she was tackled by the trio of young jinkos.

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Girls Night

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“Normally boasting a reserved and guarded disposition, the Anubis has thrown caution to the wind in an all out display to impress her mate.” the youko said in a fairly convincing British accent, her tone and inflection sounding as though she was narrating a nature documentary.
“Not to sound too immodest, but I think this works on a number of levels for me…” the Anubis began confidently. “I simply adore the Desert Kingdom motif, the fiber feels nothing short of divine against my skin and I must say….”
“Hmm?”
“It compliments my ass rather nicely.” she smiled, thrusting her backside and tail out for emphasis.

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Best Laid Plans

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Another collaboration with Noizyboy.

After witnessing a proud and boastful Anubis reduced to a meek, blushing, quivering mess by her husband’s assertive pampering, a Jinko personal trainer begins the mad dash home with some ideas of her own.

[Artwork is a commission by Gyarusatan]

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Active Ingredient- Chapter 3: Hands On Work

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“Hey Rinata?” I ask almost timidly.

“Yes?”

“You seem real nice and sweet and trusting- but what would you have done if I was like…..I dunno….some rapist or serial killer?”

“Why? Did you plan on taking advantage of me?” she teases.

“No…no, I…” I stammer nervously.

“Relax- you don’t have that kind of darkness about you. We’re usually alot better than humans about picking up on those sorts of things.”

“Really?”

“Yes….also it seems as though rapists and serial killers don’t read the Want Ads anymore. At least the one I put out.” she joked.

I smiled weakly as I put my shirt back on.

“Not to mention I’m a lot stronger than I look. Now I have a question for you, Gunnar.”

“Oh?”

“How do you know I wasn’t going to drug you and ship you off to some hyper-aggressive ogres or Amazonesses as their sex slave?”

“That would make on hell of a letter to Penthouse Form…” I contemplate.

This earns a hearty chuckle from Rinaata.

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The Great Anuby-Chan Detective

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I can see my sweet little baby girl on her momma’s lap, fixing me with those big beautiful auburn eyes as she absently is sucking on an oversized paw-digit.

“Is that what’s going on, Pumpkin princess?” I ask her sweetly as I stride across the room, stooping to give her a little kiss on the forehead.

However, instead of standing up right away, I playfully cock my ear as though I’m listening to something my baby daughter has to say.

“Oh? Really? Well….I’ll ask her, but…..”

“What?” Sakaali asks defensively.

“She says ‘Mama’s full of crap’….damn shame, her first words, too.”

The bigger Anubis playfully smacks me with her paw by way of response.

“She also says ‘You’re too old to geek out to some kid’s show’ and….oh yeah- ‘Stop hitting daddy’.”

“I…it’s not just a kid’s show.” she stammers defensively.

“If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and….well….goes ‘quack quack’.”

“I grew up with this show, Graham.”

I shoot her a skeptical look.

“Really? How old were you when it came out…?”

She looks away from me before quietly murmuring.

“F-fifteen.”

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Bird’s Eye View: Chapter 1- Terms and Conditions Apply

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“If it’s not too much trouble, we’ll take you up on your offer. But first, you should meet your new homestay.”

I look around- surely it isn’t the redhead with patchwork skin on her face in the black and yellow jacket. She looks like she’s all business, and right now her business was babysitting this mysterious new guest and Smith. There was the other one off on the property somewhere that I caught a glimpse of on the way in.

As I turned to look around for her, I was aware of a darkness sweeping over me. It wasn’t a cloud- it was something else. Looking up, I briefly catch a silhouette of something with a distinctly feminine outline swooping down on me from above, a pair of outstretched feathery wings backlit by the glare of the sun.

An Angel?

Time stands still and that thought is quickly dispelled as something big whizzes by my head. Instinctively I raise my arm to shield my face, but the looming figure is gone just as quickly as she’s shown up.

And so is my Stetson.

I wheel around, not finding it on the ground right away. Still unsure of what’s going on, I see my hat being clutched in a pair of talons as a giant bird noiselessly flaps its wings over by Smith and the redhead. Only I can now see that its not a bird as the talons clutching my headgear hover a few inches off of the ground.

It’s a woman. A beautiful woman with feathery arms and a surprisingly voluptuous human figure whose legs tapered off to giant talons beneath the knees. The arms almost immediately taper off into almost surfboard-sized wings starting at the shoulder.

How can she fly with such a buxom figure? I thought harpies were supposed to be petite and slender for better flight efficiency. Her hair is platinum- almost white and she’s wearing a pair of denim cutoffs and a light colored tank top with spaghetti straps seemingly struggling to contain a rather impressive bust. With a quick kick of her talons, my hat was now being held loosely in one of her wings- a small clawed hand barely visible among her plumage as she hovers next to Smith.

Save for a tiny disdainful smirk flashed my way, she shows next to no emotion as she alights next to the woman in the dark suit.

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