A Kikimora’s master attempts to set some ground rules with his attentive maid on the one year anniversary of when they met.Read More...
“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?”
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.”Read More...
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.Read More...
“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.Read More...
“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….”
“It compliments my ass rather nicely.” she smiled, thrusting her backside and tail out for emphasis.
Amid an early autumn backdrop, a young Anubis travels to her father’s small New England hometown to meet her grandparents for the first time.Read More...
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]Read More...
A collaboration between myself and Noizyboy-
An Anubis and Jinko clash over their different parenting styles.Read More...
“Hey Rinata?” I ask almost timidly.
“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.”
“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.”
“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.Read More...
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.