A commission for the very man who got me into size kink smut fiction – Missiletowe!
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Neutrinos Or Something (New and Improved!)
Welp, here are the free pages for ya. You can read the rest on my Patreon, or wait for the e-book! And damn, I need to get me a standardized watermark, LOL.
Hard Labor part 3b: The Specialist
Zero, as she would shortly discover, was a fellow oversized, narcissistic, ultraviolent supersoldier. Unit 01 held her near his belly in his cupped, busted hand, leading them down the labyrinthine corridors of Nerv’s Geofront. Everything was white, and the doors clearly labelled, but still she had no idea where she was or where she’d come […]
[ITS] Chapter 12: The Routine
This is the fifth time that he’s raided that store, and he’s gotten quite good at it over the past few weeks. The key was made from a strip of metal he’d quickly lifted from the back of Tom’s truck, which he’d carved into the appropriate shape with his detailing kit and by gnawing on it […]
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[ITS] Chapter 11: The Kicks
The fight had dissipated as fast as it exploded in a corner of the schoolyard, and no one was seriously injured. Really, no one was even moderately injured – it had been more a spontaneous act of boyish excitement when someone had said the wrong thing at the wrong time. It’s easy to say the […]
[ITS] Chapter 9: The Store
Stars, how refreshing it is to be carrying on something like a conversation with someone. Not just someone, but a human, at that! Honestly, Galen wasn’t sure that he’d ever see the day when a human would be talking to him like an equal. Sure, she still thinks he’s human too; but that’s just details at this […]
[ITS] Chapter 8: The Help
Her eyelids are heavy when the notification lights up her phone at almost 2 in the morning. She’s been texting all evening, and so reaches for it where it sits on the couch armrest with a sloppy groan. “I thought you were in bed,” Holly mumbles, wondering why she isn’t in bed herself. The late-night […]
Hard Labor part 2: The Independent Contractor
beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep– She groped around in the dark for the pager. Or rather, it seemed to function much more like an alarm clock. Ellen didn’t dare hit the snooze button, though. Being late was one of the biggest NO’s of her life. Her client was… the demanding sort.