Monday, February 22, 2016
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Wednesday, February 17, 2016
WIP Wednesday – Portals to Risnar: Book 1
Jeannie Gardner blinked at her
brightly-lit surroundings as enveloping warmth thawed the cold that had begun
to penetrate deep into her flesh.
There were more of the striped
animal-men like the pair that had taken her prisoner inside the domed building
that made her think of a telescope observatory. Except the dome overhead was
made of curved triangles of clear glass that showed the large blue planet that
hung in the heavens.
Podium-like structures made of
the same metallic material of the dome’s shell circled the center of the room.
Along the curved walls were screens that displayed strange symbols – possibly
an alien language, she reasoned; along with one that showed an overhead shot of
what was obviously a landscape. There were also screens that were blank.
After three weeks outside of the
alien laboratories – to the best of her calculations, it had been three weeks
now – she’d grown used to that bizarre sky with its blue planet that watched
over her trials and travels. But the building she was in and the manimals that
occupied it ... those were different. Scary. Fascinating. Their rumbling but
sibilant speech sounded bizarre but it was not unpleasant.
Particularly the one that held
her close to his body that had started out as hard as steel and now felt every
bit as pliant as her flesh. He smelled like the outdoors, a nice, woodsy scent.
He looked down on her now, his pupils as shiny as brand-new nickels with
eight-pointed starburst pupils. His pointed ears moved, perking towards her as
if he waited for her to tell him something particularly clever.
If not for those weird eyes and
ears and the gold, brown, and white-striped skin, his face would be utterly
human. He looked like one of those cosplayers that went to comic book
conventions, a kind of tiger-zebra-superhero perhaps. Certainly his physique
ran in the hyper-masculine superhero direction.
Holy smokes, he was naked too.
Naked with no genitalia. Jeannie was relieved she wasn’t in danger of being
ravished by Super Alien Dude and his friend, but a small part of her mind
thought it a shame that such a stunning specimen had no equipment.
Release date not set.
Monday, February 15, 2016
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
WIP Wednesday – Portals to Risnar: Book 1
Kren and Arga drew up short,
close enough to reach out and touch. However, they made no move to make
contact. Instead Kren trained a light beam at it, bringing bright illumination
to spotlight the thing they’d caught. They stared at something they’d never
seen before.
It had a humanoid appearance,
similar to themselves. The being’s one-colored peach skin was apparently soft as
it was covered in scratches. Kren supposed the small injuries had come about
from the strange animal’s flight through the dense woods. Had it no armor?
Except for the triangle of pelt over its genital area and the mid-back length
of its hair, it showed no signs of protective covering at all.
His gaze kept going to that
fuzzy vee between her thighs when it wasn’t arrested by her rounded breasts
with the fascinating pink points. He’d never seen the creature’s like, but the
signs declared she wasn’t the only one.
Arga voiced the same thoughts.
“It is ready to nurse. Where is its offspring?”
Risnarish women only displayed
breasts when they were in the nursing stage of motherhood. This female was
similar enough to Kren’s people that he had to assume she had given birth
fairly recently. The full breasts, a newborn’s font of nutrition, had no other
reason to be present.
He muttered, “Good question. It
looks like it’s in season as well.”
Kren swallowed hard. Through the
kinky curls of the Tysu’s light-colored pelt, he could plainly see the cleft of
a female sex. It was just like that of the women he had bred with. Did this
thing have a mate nearby along with a baby?
So many questions for this
strange, cringing being. A sense of pity washed over him for the obvious fear
in her strange blue eyes ... eyes with round pupils. How was it possible that
something obviously not Risnarish could possess so many similarities to his
species?
Underlying Kren’s confusion was
the idea that the funny-looking female was pretty in a dainty, exotic fashion.
Fine-boned, too delicate, too defenseless when compared to the hardy creatures
of his planet ... but compelling with her heart-shaped face, wide sky-blue
eyes, and blatantly female exhibition.
Kren didn’t like that he found her
interesting beyond curiosity’s natural call. He didn’t like that he felt
compelled to touch her unstriped skin or that full flowing mane that looked
soft as the linens covering his bed at home. By the Universal Soul, what was wrong
with him?
Release date not set.
Monday, February 8, 2016
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
WIP Wednesday – Unnamed New Sci-Fi Series
Arga halted next to him. Without
looking at him, Kren knew the edges of his friend’s pointed ears grew more
cuplike as his had, seeking to capture any sound. In a whisper so low it might
have been an errant breeze, Arga asked, “Something?”
His voice just as low, Kren
said, “Listen. The nightflyers are silent. Something has spooked them. Whatever
is out there, it’s nearby.”
His skin automatically armored,
answering the instinct for protection. Malleable flesh was now as rock hard as
a hiser’s hide, protecting all vulnerable organs from harm. Laser shot or
projectile bursts could penetrate armored Risnarish skin, but blunt trauma and
even puncture wounds were deflected. If Kren was about to encounter a wild
animal, he was well protected.
Arga’s striped skin rippled as
he too armored. He took a deep breath and his eyes widened. “I smell something.
Not overwhelmingly awful, but not pleasant either.”
Kren caught a whiff of it as
well. The smell was sour, a little like tog milk that had been left out in the
sun. He exchanged at look with his partner. The recent rash of Tysu sightings
often included reports of smelling something strange. This certainly qualified.
He nodded to Arga. They went off
the path, following the scent through less densely packed foliage. Certainly
something could have moved through the area with little problem. He could still
make out patches of underbrush here and there in the remaining light from the
huge planet hanging in the night sky. As Kren noted broken twigs and disturbed
needles from the surrounding trees, he felt sure something had passed through.
Yes, the sour odor was
strengthening, growing bright in Kren’s nostrils. His mane stoodup straight on
his neck and spine. His hand sprouted a couple of extra fingers as he grabbed
the stunner wand on his belt. Had it been the telltale oily scent of a drone or
the dry husk smell of a Monsudan, he would have armed himself with his spray
shooter. This was no known enemy however. Probably some animal, sick or
infected.
Arga had his wand out too,
firmly gripping the telescoping rod with six fingers and a thumb. “That stink—”
he started to whisper.
He was interrupted by a
high-pitched cry, something that sounded similar to a small child’s wail. A
shrub a few steps away shivered – and a bipedal creature burst out from behind
it.
Kren had the impression of pale
flesh and long, whipping hair. Absurdly slender arms and legs flailed as the
creature ran deeper into the woods, crashing through the underbrush as it went.
The abrupt appearance of so bizarre an animal stopped him and Arga in their
tracks.
Arga yelled in his shock. “Shit!
Did you see that?”
Kren didn’t answer. His
momentary shock flew from him and he plunged into the woods after the Tysu. He
heard Arga’s thunderous tread behind him and the creature’s wild flight in
front. The two men raced after the off-putting smell and noise of the being
crashing through the underbrush.
Release date not set.
Monday, February 1, 2016
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