Mass Marketing

I remain firmly convinced that half the products out there exist for the sole purpose of making me feel bad about some aspect of myself. It can never be a option or a whim. No, it has to be a life-altering moment of pure ecstatic perfection that comes...

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High School Role Reversal

Wrestling practice at Davidson High was a fairly ordinary occurrence. Every day after class let out, the team would meet in the well-appointed gym and proceed to work on their holds and throws for the few remaining hours of daylight they had left in...

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Revving Your Engines

"He's going to kill me." It was all Pence could do to keep himself from constantly glancing at the garage door. His broad, three-toed feet clicked against the cement as his gaze danced between the entrance and the object that he knew would bring...

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Stem to Stern

Luin awoke slowly to the lingering warmth of sunlight on his muzzle. A few dim streaks of daylight trickled in through the sea-warped wood of the door to the cabin. The ship remained almost silent in the early morn, only the gentle creak of the hull...

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Introductions

Luin had gathered himself after his encounter with Slick, feeling somewhat ashamed of his actions. The salamander seemed quite unperturbed, however, as the two of them walked through the hold of the ship to a warped oaken door. "This is the...

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Foyer

The sounds of throbbing music and bodies moving had drawn him to the haphazardly tinted door. It was a fetish party, if the posters plastered around town were to be believed, and for some reason he'd gotten it into his head that it might be fun to...

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A Stormy Sea

The sea churned with the movements of the small armada, each ship adding to the waves as they glided through the darkened waters. The sky above was choked with thick plumes of smoke, masts collapsing under raging fires as cannons sounded out through...

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Tailoring Desire

Kevin's keys jiggled in his hand for a moment as he juggled between them and the plastic bag in his other hand. He glanced over his shoulder for a second, quirking an eyebrow at his across the hall neighbor's door. Simon had been quiet the past couple...

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An (in)Decent Job

Streetlights flickered along the street as the last few ribbons of sunlight faded into the darkness. Desperately they sputtered to life, driving away the shadows for a brief moment before going dead once more. The city hadn't bothered repairing them in...

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Inital Fitting

Normally, Simon wasn't the type to order random things from off the internet. Being far more reserved about the miracle products that spam the average e-mail box than most users it still came as a surprise to himself when he found one item in...

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A Night's Prey

The moon was bright tonight, an almost makeshift sun for the large, scaled beast that shifted from its slumber. Drawing itself upwards, broad paws stroked along its chest and down over its smooth narrow waist, a yawn revealing an accentuated line of...

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Spike's Tale

"Letters..." He grumbled, throwing down the rumpled sheet of paper. The sun shimmered off his green scales as he stepped out of the cramped, ill-sized tent, traveling down the gentle slope. Around his neck, the heavy, spiked chain tinkled and rapped...

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