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The tigerThe Tiger
By; Dracano Sapien
I guess I should introduce myself, My name is, well, my real name is, Flesinal, but, most people just call me Flez, and the occasional person who discovers what I really am calls me "fleas" but that kind of person doesn't bug me anymore, I've learned to ignore them. I am, for lack of a better description, a tiger, but a humanoid variation, something I've heard people call an "anthro" before. I'm a rare species, the result of some weird magic thing that happened in Africa thousands of years ago, I never listened to my parents when they told me about my peoples history, and, when they died, I never got a chance to ask. Luckily, they had human friends, and they took me in. I was only ten at the time, and very distraught. I was homeschooled for a while, but they decided that I needed a proper education. From that moment, my life changed.
Before, I had no friends except for the occasional distant relative who stopped by, usually in the mi
Altered Plans I was looking at the blueprints one of my many minions brought me, and I was very disappointed at him "what the hell is this?" I demanded, and he said "It's a death star, a planet destroyer."
"yeah, I can see that, but I'm talking about this."
I zoomed the hologram in on a small exhaust port coming from the central heavy matter reactor. He shrugged, then said "like anybody could get close enough to shoot at that "
"yeah well you said you were already building one?"
"yeah, the emperor's first one got blown up, but that was just a prototype, we're building a new one, exact same model."
"Wait wait, back the hell up, how did they blow it up?"
"heh, the exhaust port."
"Riiiiiiight well, just for thrills, why don't we, say, put a defensive shield around that port."
"well, that would restrict flow, it wouldn't function as efficiently."
"then put fans in it! Forced airflow ring a bell?"
"I guess that could work "
"And, on top of that, perhaps we should
The patrasite Part 2-------------------------
Macy finally got back to her room after a grueling day, now that "Proxia" wasn't moping around, they had plenty of work for her, trying to get the ship flight ready.
She sighed and sat down in the chair in front of her mirror, and stared at herself for a silent moment before saying "So, how does it feel, worm? Now I'm the one in control? But, it does feel odd, knowing that there's another creature inside of you, who has no form of communication, like some sick, twisted, demented pregnancy." She felt the Rykellus squirm slightly inside of her, and her body shook all over, the sensation, and the thought of what it was creating it making her very uneasy, and slightly nauseous. If she had any form of communication with Proxia, she would have known this was amusing her to no end, as, being the one doing the squirming, it was funny to see such a powerful creature shudder at the thought of it, but, almost as if
The Parasite prt 1The Parasite.
Short story by Dracano Sapien.
Proxia Stared into the mirror, admiring her wolven body. It was so perfectly formed in every way, an alluring anthro which would drive a male of its own kind crazy with lust. She sighed at the thought of it, only two days ago, she was a small, wormy creature hiding in caves, evading much larger predators, and she started to feel sorry for the woman whose body she had stolen.
She started thinking about the decidedly underhanded tactics her superiors had used to lure the whitewolves to their dooms, all of them victims, just like the woman she now inhabited. A voice spoke from behind her with much disdain at her signs of emotion over her actions "It was the only way, and you know it."
She turned around to face him, it was a male white wolf, and after sniffing the air, she recognized the scent of her brood mate, Nezzer. He had procured his new body long before she had,
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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