Tyrant's Conquest

"_Tyrant_? Now that's some kinky shit right there. And you said he's just a cub?" The buffalo uttered a gruff snort as he pulled his sweaty tank-top over his horns and tossed it aside towards the locker room's laundry bin. His companion- an older...

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Basalt and His Prey

Dolmen looked up from his book as the clean flatland breeze swept over him, and he paused his reading to take a deep, fulfilling lungful of the chilled air. He held the breath in his chest- noting the subtle hint of basilisk musk in the taste- and...

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Never Give (Him) Up

* * * There is no morning in space. Nevertheless, as a convenience for those who were accustomed to the familiar measures of time, it'd become standard practice for all modern starships to come equipped with meters for Cornerian time-zones. Thus, as...

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Tear Open the Sky

- It never stops raining on Venom. Never. A hundred years have passed, or so they say, since Lylat last showed its radiant face to that planet's barren surface. For the people of that world, the rain has simply become a part of life. It ceaselessly...

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The Ring

The office was tidier than he'd expected it to be, which still wasn't saying much considering that it was regularly inhabited by, of all things, a rat. A few stacks of neatly organized paperwork- much like what the aforementioned rat labored over now-...

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