It was the day before Christmas, and Santa's workshop was at fever pitch. The elves spent the day loading the sleigh to the limit and hitched up the reindeer. Mrs. Claus walked Santa to his sleigh. "Now, be careful, dear. You know how I worry." Mrs. Claus's name was Gertrude, but he called her Trudi. "Yes, Trudi. NORAD will have me on the radar to direct traffic around me. Will you be a good girl until I get back?" Mrs. C...

You really hurt my feelings, you know. That first time you invited me over to your mom’s house. It was Christmas time. Real Christmas time, not the endless, unnatural jingle hell that you and I live in every day, working for Winter Wonderland. You’d think after three years of shoveling reindeer shit to a steady soundtrack of Bing Crosby and Mariah Carey, I’d be relieved to go home to an empty apartment and a dinner of fuc...

“The Mushroom looks like dick,” Flame said idly - though he was staring at it intently. Vine wandered around and looked up at the opening of the ditch they found themselves in. “Please don’t …” Glamour said as she watched Flame circle the phallic mushroom. “Why not? I’m horny.” Flame said. He was rubbing himself now, getting excited just by the thought of riding the mushroom. “It could be poison!” Glamour alarmed him. “It...

“Just drain it!” Pelleas yelled down toward his incredibly erect member. “It’s not that easy!” Hek hissed back, her panicked, accusatory eyes glancing up at him. She was on her knees, but not for any reason somebody in front of an erect penis would usually be. She ran her eyes up and down his shaft. Letting out a sigh, her breath just barely grazed Palleas’ uncovered skin. “I’m sorry.” “Just get rid of it!” “I’m sorry!” “...

I started awake as suddenly as I’d passed out. The realization that I’d passed out made me scream at my body to get up. Even as I tried to push it away, beachside memories floated back to me. Rough fingers kindly stroking my cheek. A soft voice counting as each wave lapped at the shore. Using that lap as a pillow, I teased their counting, “735, 728, 769, 652…”   That’s when the rough fingers moved to tickle my sides. Thei...

“This is awfully familiar,” I sighed as the heavy, steel door slammed shut behind me. A single, barred window let in light from above. Seated on a stool with her legs crossed was Eos. Her soft, pink lips curled into a smile. Fresh bruises courtesy of the guards present even on her face. Silver eyes returned my gaze as I crossed the prison chamber.   I was taken aback that even in this condition, she seemed calm and unfaze...

Hidden amid the squalid nature of the slums, I was taken aback by the lush beauty around me. Atop a three-story building was a glass dome. The evening sunlight poured through thick foliage and I let out a gasp of surprise. Being escorted up a spiral staircase to the rooftop garden had paralyzed me.   First, I marveled at the scale, Trees were plentiful and sat in baskets in the middle of the room. The roof left them plent...

Passing under the great archway, I muttered a small thanks. It was easy to get back into the Imperial section during shift change. Holding a box full of nothing, I prayed my stomach didn’t give me away. Thankfully, as I entered the guard’s view, a woman lost track of her pet.   As politely as possible, the guards began explaining they weren’t going to look for her lost animal. This let my pulled together costume hold up....

White paper wings drifted on a lazy midday breeze across the office. It passed across a basin of water, and between two bottles of wine flanking it. The front dipped once towards a pile of papers on the desk. Then, a second one dropped it amid purple hairs of a detective. Arcavato clicked his tongue in annoyance. This was my sixth perfectly landed airship. Pulling it free of its moorings, Arcavato sighed, “Alright, you wi...

“Amazing,” I muttered to myself. Stretching out to the horizon like a giant black Cobra, the stream of refugees was a marvel to see in the early morning light. Every single one wore black, unsurprising since they were all either Drow slaves or the Dark elves themselves. A soft cry stole my attention away from the sight. Demanding attention as ever was Aires, my white and black pet. Her feline cries became insistent and sh...