Yukishiro, and the one that protects from the shadows. Chapter 6


Interrupted by Takedo, Yukishiro’s attempts at self-redemption have failed. Determined to save her from herself, Takedo struggles to keep their assailants at bay.

On the brink of breaking down, a much-needed confession from Takedo snaps the last of Yukishiro’s restraints.

Backed against a corner, Yukishiro meets the person responsible for her horrible deeds, as well as the one that protected her from the shadows.

Yukishiro, and the one that protects from the shadows. Chapter 5


A ghost from their past comes creeping in and ruins Yukishiro’s earnest attempts to feed Takedo once more.

Forced into a situation that bound the family to their necks, they hopelessly watch as their only ace in the hole fails due to a certain someone amongst the group.

As tensions run high, a dramatic revelation comes to Yukishiro, breaking her mental sanity

My Amazoness from Pellucidar 4 of 6


One can walk through an Amazoness encampment at any time and see at least one couple fornicating.
Hell, even the Plains of Pellucidar, was prone to dust storms that would last for hours. Thus, many of them take refuge, for those hours in tents.
But, like any other living creature in close confines, one needs a way to keep them from sniping at each other.
What better method? Than sex in public?

Wormhole Ch.3 (Updated)


Finding out that more portals will open in the not to distant future, Jason must make a decision: drink away his problems or face them head-on. But maybe going a few rounds with a bigger adversary may help him clear his head, or just lose it.

Eloise and Marin


A contest entry focused on an injured Holstaur, her husband, and their journey together.

“You broke my nose,” wheezed Snake as he stumbled back. He was clutching his nostrils as blood gushed down into his mouth. He spit out viscera as he pointed at Marin Le Tiec. “Why the fuck-” He reeled back again as the smaller Frenchman lunged past his accusation like a dog unleashed. A straight punch from Marin’s left drilled into Snake’s ribcage. It broke a few lower rib bones and elicited second, shallower gasp from Snake as his bulk crumbled onto the gravel parking lot of the Silver Bar. “What- what do?” The beleaguered ranch hand uttered between desperate gasps. Marin tossed something the size of an unfolded wallet to Snake. Under the pall of the Bar parking lot’s dim lamppost, Snake squint and tried to make out what it was. The pain kept the answer just out of reach despite its alarming familiarity.

“Don’t recognize your handiwork?” Marin asked in his best Midwest impression. He grabbed the birch-core, Lousiana Slugger from his back. He choked up on the grip as he saw the American batters do just before stepping up to the plate. He tested it with a swing above Snake’s head. The sound it as it cleaved through the air reminded Marin of a whooshing plane taking off next to him. 

Wormhole Ch.3 (Old Version)


Finding out that more portals will open in the not to distant future, Jason must make a decision: drink away his problems or face them head-on. But maybe going a few rounds with a bigger adversary may help him clear his head, or just lose it.