Clara was laying on the same sofa she always did. What made the sofa nice wasn’t the view of the well-kept backyard, or the sunlight leaking in through the window which gently warmed her resting body. What she loved was that it was in the family room. The house was just her and Archie, but … Continue reading Clara’s YardRead More...
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“I’m convinced that you are in no way intoxicated, Mr. Host.”
“What the hell was that all about!?” I pant, bringing up my hat so that I can see.
“The oldest daughter in prior host family taught capoeira- she gave me a few lessons.”
“It’s a fighting style that originates from Brazil that incorporates common dance moves into-“
“I…I know what it is, Perri.” I mumble. “I’m just wondering why…”
“In Japan, I couldn’t fly as much as I would’ve preferred- but my host family sought other ways for me to remain physically active.”
“But…you’re….an apex predator! That’s like teaching a 700 lb gorilla how to use a crossbow!”
“Are you calling me a gorilla?” she scowled at me.
“I could call you a lot worse than that.”Read More...
The Anubis pup’s ears twitched as she looked towards the entryway, moments later the door opened and Anippe was off like a shot
“Auntie V!” She called as she wrapped herself around the jinko’s leg the second the front door closed behind the jinko.
Looking down, Vanessa laughed “Well hey there stranger! What brings you here?”
Anippe giggled “I’m spending the weekend here! Remember?”
“Of course I do!” Vanessa said as she gently pulled the anubis off her leg.
Art rounded the corner and pulled his wife into a hug “Hey you!”
Anippe stood on her tiptoes and gently pushed her ear against Vanessa’s slightly rounded stomach after Vanessa was embraced by her hubby.
“Hey Claire, how are you doing?” she asked the little bump.
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I turned around to see two rather homely women- both human and standing at the entrance. The shorter, chubbier one with scraggly blonde hair was looking at Perri and myself with a disgusted sneer on her face while she held up a camera phone.
“Remember that golf-ball sized clump of bird shit on the hood of your car last week?” the taller, far more masculine one began to bellow out. “I guess we know who the responsible party is.”
The gruesome twosome took a couple of steps into the pharmacy.
“Wonder what she’s doing here. Don’t those things eat like…..worms and seeds and shit like that?” chubs asked loudly as she was walking right past Perri.
“You know, I heard that these bird-girls are an all female species. They need human men to reproduce.” Chubs said.
“Really? Apparently they haven’t heard of these things called ‘standards’.” Butchie sneered at her friend. “Seems like they’ll sleep with any pathetic, trashy piece of shit to keep the species going.”
As I’m gritting my teeth, Perri seems to be trying to burn a hole into the countertop using just her eyes.
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A little yowling yawn alerted Kari that her pup was awake. She turned to see Mali standing next to the counter, scrubbing her eyes and trying to shift the weight of sleepiness off her little shoulders. She smiled at her little sun and with a quick snatch, swept her daughter up off the floor and gave her a hug.
“Mrr….Morning…” Mali mumbled and tried to snuggle her mom’s shoulder.
“Aww, still sleepy?” Kari giggled as she used a claw to brush little bits of dirt from Mali’s eyes. She nodded groggily and tried to shake her head.
“Well, I think I have something to wake you up. Want breakfast?”
That got the desired reaction. Sleepiness quickly rolled off the little hellhound’s shoulders at the mention of food and she began to bob her head up and down happily. Kari’s giggle turned into a laugh and she sat the little scamp down on the edge of the counter. Armed with frying pan and flipper, she set about forging a miniature feast for her famished little girl.Read More...
Encounter Compendium Chapter 12 Part 1/2
An overthinking weaver meets a simple-minded Mothman in his storage room who absolutely adores him. He tries to hold back from submitting to his urges but the more she tempts and opens herself up to him, the harder that becomes.Read More...