"You mean 'your' world ended the day before yesterday," I said, assuming that this was his hyperbolic way of saying something disastrous had happened to him, like he'd been dumped by his latest lover, or forgotten to buy a lottery ticket which, if he had, he would have chosen the winning combination of numbers for, to enable him to become a multi-millionaire. Seem to be rather too many prepositions in that last sentence, but who the hell cares.
Apocalypse In A Tutu
Science Fiction Story - The Ritual
He followed Nick down a long, dimly lit corridor. He admired the teenager's smooth full ass, exposed in all of its glory as it was. Nick only wore a loincloth as opposed to the long white robe that Chris wore. The corridor came to an end in a wide cavern. Candles were sprinkled throughout, shedding light on the circle of near nude men and adolescents who had gathered to take part in this ritual. Their flesh glistened with sweat from standing in the hot cavern for so long.
Science Fiction Story Quantum Sleep
"You know what you're doing," the man said. He then leaned forward and I felt something nearing my anus. And then it happened. He started fucking me in the ass.
Barefoot Centaur Ballet - Fantasy Story
Rusty was really good in the part, but the best part was his centaur costume - it was amazing how they had done it. At first I remember in my dream that someone in the audience next to me said it was two dancers in one costume, one playing the hind legs to Rusty's front legs and torso, but the closer I looked, and I even used my opera glasses, the more I could tell that it couldn't possibly be two guys. The legs were all human, for sure, all though they were in dark leotards to match the horse portion of Rusty's centaur body, but instead of trying to fake up some hooves, they'd left Rusty, like all the dancers, barefoot.
Our New Pre Humans
Male and female pre-humans. They looked pretty human to me, but it was obvious in their mannerisms that they weren't quite homosapiens. Our farm was a pretty nice one. We bred a variety of animals and pre-humans. This particular pair, though, had just been shipped in from a farm belonging to family friends. They were about as close to human as you would get.
My Friend Jon
So Jon had gotten a white towel, taken his clothes and shoes and socks off and wrapped the towel around himself, slapped his thighs sharply twice and lifted the towel up a bit; he did the levitation trick perfectly. How on earth he did it I don't know, but he couldn't explain it. "I just got how to do it," he said with a shrug, sitting cross-legged, not really in mid-air, but not really touching the floor. I rolled a marble under him, and it came out from under him on the other side.
An Angels Work
"Its ok, everything's gonna be ok" He mumbled trying to console himself, he regained his composure and headed for the bathroom. Daniel's personality had always been selfless and independent. Always putting others before his needs, and now losing his job threatened his independence. It wasn't long after he reached the bathroom that he bursted into tears again. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror and a flashback of his dying grandmothers' voice came to him....
Serving The Troopers In White
He could leave whenever he wished to, he simply had no desire to be anywhere else. He was not their slave or servant, there were countless servants, both droid and organic who performed various menial duties, cooking, cleaning, laundry, waste disposal, etc.
An Odd Box And A Dark Horse - Science Fiction
Automain looked up to find a six foot teenager with short brown hair and blue eyes standing in the orange glow drifting in through the window from the setting sun. Alex looked into the dimly lit room to find Mr Thomlin, the short and large orphanage owner standing in the far corner of the room. His grey moustache and glasses were casting deep shadows over his face in the glow. It was a little while before Alex noticed that there was a boy cowering behind Mr Thomlin. A short boy with short blonde hair stood in the shadow cast by Mr Thomlin.
Crazy Guy Science Fiction
"Yeah!" he laughed. "I mixed up a big glass of it and drank it a while back. I'm s'posed to think of what kind of centaur I want to be for it to work, but I think it would be great to be a humantaur! I think it's starting to work! It's been tickling my insides ever since I drank it!"
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