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the Wrong Kidnapping, a story of Tír na Cali for Patreon

Aug11

The collar clicking around Trey’s neck was supposed to be the culmination of months – years – of planning, the final realization of all his hopes and dreams.

It made the feeling all that much more sour. This collar wasn’t pretty, like the ones in the contraband romance novels. It wasn’t light and airy, it wasn’t comfortable, like the ones Trey had played with, in underground clubs and quiet swing parties. It didn’t come with nice words and a quiet understanding of his place in the world, a sense of comfortable inevitability, a sense of honored submission.

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Leftovers – a story of the Tinies of Dragons Next Door for Patreon Patrons

Aug10

There were new Big People in the old Adaams House. They were loud, they were fun, and they were not all that good at the housekeeping in the corners. Oh, the main spaces were, Pol was sure, bright and shining, swept and polished. But the corners, the places behind the furniture, the vast caverns under the sofa and the end tables and so on, those were left to collect dust and crumbs, fur and spills — leftovers. …

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Cali, Femdom, Catgirls, Part III (@dahob)

Apr19

After Cali, Femdom, Catgirlsand Part II.

“So.” The cat-girl, the woman who owned him, Lady Sharanna (all of that in a petite and terrifying package), slipped behind the wheel of the car and started the engine with a button-push. “Why did you fight them?”

Daniel swallowed his first response, and then decided maybe it was the best answer. “They kidnapped me. They took my clothes. They stuck a collar on me.”

After a moment that had gone on long enough that Daniel had begun to worry, “Those are,” she said thoughtfully, “rather good reasons to fight. But it got you…”

“Bruised. Chained.” Daniel shrugged defensively. “It made a point.”

“Ah.” She let the silence drag on again. “So… what point are you making now?”

“Now?” It was his turn to hesitate, giving it more thought than he’d thought he’d have to. “Now… I guess I’m proving that if you treat me like a person, I can act like a reasonable hu- a reasonable being, too.”

She pulled the car out of the parking garage, a smile growing on her face. “Good.” It was still a very sharp smile, but this time Daniel actually felt a little reassured. “I like that point.”

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The Facility, a story of Doomsday Academy, available on Patreon for patrons

Apr19

The Facility

“Almost… almost.”

Milana should not have been their entry specialist. Helji talked to machines. Signy broke things. But Milana had delicate, clever fingers, Helji was busy figuring out the archaic and terrifying building system, and Signy had both hands full of guards, rather literally.

So Milana was here, crouched in front of a nice door lock that seemed to be purely mechanical, muttering quiet Workings at it…

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Let No Man Set Asunder, a story of the Aunt Family for Patreon Patrons

Oct26

Now I’m not saying this is how it happened, and I’m not saying it didn’t happen that way. If you look at the journals for that day, you don’t see anything that interesting. But a few tipsy whispers say otherwise.

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Asta’s journal from this particular October, 1968:

Attended Corina’s wedding to a lovely young man – Anthony.

Met a wonderful woman, Anthony’s great-grandmother Margaret. Shall have to get together with her sometime to exchange recipes – and perhaps knitting patterns.

There was a bit of a scuffle at the wedding –

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Chase the Fox Part IV, a continuation of Fox Hunt, completes, free on Patreon!

Oct22

The first part of the story: Fox Hunt
The second part: The Hunt Continues
The First Continuation, part of @dahob’s commission: Chase the Fox Part One
The Second and Third Continuations:
Chase the Fox Part II
Part III

And now, the Fourth and Final part of @Dahob’s continuation:
Part IV: That Fox Won’t Run

Challenge. She wanted challenge? George would give her a freaking challenge. He would disappear so well into the landscape that nobody could find him, change his appearance so much even his mother wouldn’t be able to tell it was him, and lay low until she’d gotten tired of looking, until she’d gotten bored with this little game of hers…

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