Archive | June 2020

Beekeeper: In Which They Go to Bed

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which They Stop Kissing Long Enough to Talk.

Please note: there are two chapters after “in which they stop kissing…” which have been deprecated. This re-write begins from Amrit and Mieve ending up in bed.

This is a prequel to the commission, more or less: @Momerath@wandering.shop commissioned me to write another chapter of Beekeeper, and in order to do that, I needed to go back and fix the spot where I’d stalled.

Ahem.

Where I’d stalled Three Years Ago.

This chapter mentions sex and involves two people being naked and intimate but in a mainly fade-to-black way; there is no on-screen sex.

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Tongue

Jun25

Content warning: a great deal of discussion of body modification, including some described.

So I was talking to @root@elle.systems regarding their new tongue-split modification. They said some stuff and I said some stuff and then we were talking about how great the tongue is and, ahem.

The green-haired person in this story is not meant to be @Root; they are simply a person who had a similar idea.

Also: Tír na Cali setting, but the only setting warning required is that mentioned above.

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“I want my whole body to be a tongue muscle.”

The person in front of Senne had green hair – very green, very well done – three piercings, two tattoos, and an energy like they were going to vibrate out of the room from excitement any moment now. Continue reading →

Malina and the Border Banners, Chapter 16 (A Story for B)

Jun24

Began here.
Chapter 2 here
Chapter 3 here.
Chapter 4 here.
Chapter 5 here.
Chapter 6 here.
Chapter 7 here.
Chapter 8 here.
Chapter 9 here.
Chapter 10 here.
Chapter 11 here.
Chapter 12 here.
Chapter 13 here.
Chapter 14 here.
Chapter 15 here.

I was supposed to see the oases?
Of course. You saw them, didn’t you?

There was just a little too much to take in. Malina put her head in her hands. She wanted –

She wanted her tutor, Yethen, who would help her through these things. She wanted her class-mates, especially Jaian, who knew what to do in situations where nothing made sense. She wanted –

She chuckled ruefully. She wanted people. She had spent so much of her life looking for a quiet place away from people, a little moment to herself. And here –

well, here, she had this cat, didn’t she? Even here, she wasn’t actually alone. Continue reading →

Landing Page: Saving the Cult

Jun24

This story started as a dream. 38,000 words in, it is finally past the part I dreamed.

What can I say? I dream big.

It’s a week before school starts. Lina’s parents have dragged her to a meetup on a hilltop campsite, filled with rich people acting weirdly. Some of them are even wearing robes, and not, say, bathrobes or Hugh Hefner smoking jackets. On top of that, Lina’s discovered that she can make force fields if she concentrates —

and somehow her mother pulled a whole (small) house out of a suitcase.

Things are only going to get weirder.

The Story to Date

Saving the Cult (if not the World), Chapter Twenty-Three

Jun19

Silence reigned in the campsite. Lina looked at her mother. She looked at Jackson. She looked back at Mr. Lee.

Finally, Mr. Lee huffed.

“I do,” he muttered. He turned to look at Lina straight on. “You are certain you stopped the first wave? And you are sure there will be more and you can stop them?”

“The power plant-” Jackson began. Lina caught his hand and squeezed it and he stopped.

“I am certain I stopped the first wave. I’m as sure as I can be that I can stop the subsequent waves with enough back-up. My shields will hold. I just need enough power to channel into them.”

“You were supposed to be a greybearded man,” Mr. Lee muttered. “Someone with decades of practice behind them.”

“Sorry to inconvenience you?” She raised her eyebrows at him. “This is me.” Continue reading →

Saving the Cult (if not the World), Chapter Twenty-Two

Jun12

Lina laughed in the face of the Organization’s leader, making him take a step backwards.

“That’s really impressive.” She grinned at him, because magic was real. “I mean it. How many people know?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Araceli, how did you raise such a rude child?”

“I don’t think she’s rude at all, Manfield. I do believe that she has a valid question. How many people do know?”

“Do you have any idea what she’s talking about, because I certainly do not.” He huffed a little bit, but Lina could feel the way his power was pushing at her, trying to get her to shut up and to submit, to agree to everything he wanted. Continue reading →

Popcorn and … Chill?

Jun11

Once again I asked for prompts on the FediVerse; this one is from @Teryl_Pacieco@mastodon.social

Content warning: intoxication.

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“I’m just saying, I’m just saying. I’m just saying.”

Effie stared at her hand for a moment before aiming an accusatory glance at Will. “What – what did you put in my drink?”

Will put up both hands. “I swear, I swear, it was just what you asked for. It’s a jack and coke with a big twist of cherry syrup, that’s it. Same thing I made for you three weeks ago.”

On the other couch, Selene and Drick were giggling, not a look that was all that good on Drick. “It’s not the drink. It’s not, because I’m drinking straight tonic from the bottle.” Selene held up her bottle. “And it’s thus not Will.” Continue reading →

Malina and the Border Banners, Chapter 15 (A Story for B)

Jun10

A sensation washed over her, a feeling like the whole land was laid out in front of her.

She’d thought of it like a big line, not all that wide, maybe the distance one could walk in a few minutes.

In front of her, the land spread out for days in all directions.

Malina gasped. “It’s huge.” No, it was more than huge. “It’s – it’s impossible. There’s not that much land on the whole continent. There’s not that much land in one place in the whole world.”

“There never was.” The cat’s voice sounded as if it was coming from a very long way away. “There never was, and yet there always has been. Forever and ever, and never, that’s the way of this place.” Continue reading →

The Bellamy, Chapter 17

Jun8

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Veronika considered being offended, or, at least, she thought about considering it, but there was something about the way Amanana laughed that said she meant no harm.

“Oh, oh, that is delightful,” she said, just when, despite her feelings, Veronika was about to actually consider getting offended. “That is such a beautiful way to put it. I believe I am going to write that down, if you don’t mind? If you ‘re okay with being quoted as saying that?”

The residual irritation faded. “I’m glad you liked it.” Veronika was smiling again. “Go ahead and quote me, if you’d like. I imagine I can’t be the only one to feel that way.”

“Well.” Amanana’s expression went to something slightly more serious. “Well, it’s been a while since I’ve spoken to someone new. I mean, ues, on occasion, there are new people still. But most of them don’t make it all that far anymore. You know, I’ve heard some of them don’t even make it past the front desk training?” Continue reading →

Saving the Cult (if not the World), Chapter Twenty-One

Jun5

She turned back to the tent. Inside…

She found she was blushing. Inside was easily big enough for eight people, dimly lit in a sort of orangy-pink shade, the floor covered in cushions and blankets like a giant nest or some sort of orgy den. “You… unfolded the tent.”

“Of course I did. Shoes off, clothes on, go on in, in with you. I’ll see you in eight or nine hours with a big meal.”

Lina stumbled in; Jackson followed. Dylan and Ethan were still bowing.

“Come on in, come on,” she coaxed. Dylan stood first.

“You know — you know my dad’s going to be pissed.” Continue reading →

Alder's Grove Fiction

The Worlds of Lyn Thorne-Alder