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March 25, 2023
Ep 482 Pasiphae’s Lover by Stephani Mari Booker
This month’s patron-funded story is Pasipha’s Lover by Stephani Maari Booker. It’s narrated by Violet Jade.
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February 25, 2023
Ep 481 – One Summer Evening by A N Tate
This month’s patron-funded story is “One Summer Evening” by A. N. Tate. It’s narrated by Nobilis Reed.
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January 21, 2023
Ep 480 Feeling Sheepish by Eccho Steem
This month’s patron-funded story is Feeling Sheepish by Eccho Steem. It’s narrated by Ophelia Offenhauser.
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I have the greatest master who ever lived. He’s always so nice and gentle with me. Ever since I was a little lamb girl. Especially now when it comes to shearing day. I love days like these so much. Not only do I get the satisfaction of being sheared, but if I’m good, I get a little reward from him. And it just so happens that both of the criterias have been met.
I sit on my little stool, patiently waiting for him to prepare his shears. Once he does, he pets me on the head and says,
“Ready?”
“Yeah,” I answer back with a giggle,
“Now, remember, it’s still early, so we’re gonna need to be really quiet, ok?” “Yes, master.”
“Good.”
He turns on the shears and gets started. It’s always a remarkable sensation. Especially when it starts. They’re cold, but not unbearable, they vibrate, but because of certain adjustments that he’s made to them, it feels more like a massage, and words can’t begin to express the feeling of the air on my newly exposed skin. It’s otherworldly.
He glides the shears from my back to my neck, scraping off the wool from my body. He then takes a moment to trim my hair to the style that I like, a short French bob with bangs. He really is the best. When he’s done with that, he stands me up, moving on to my legs and working up to my butt, watching out for my tail as he knows that it’s the one part that I don’t want to be sheared.
January 6, 2023
Art for “The Love We Make”
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December 24, 2022
Ep 479 The Love you Make by David Hill
This month’s patron-funded story is The Love you Make by David Hill. It’s narrated by Scottie Calif.
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Harriet wasn’t frightened by the close encounter—at least, honestly, not very much—because she had seen it all before in the movies and on television: the blinding lights in the sky stabbing down toward her car, the problems with the ignition, the headlights, and the other electrical circuitry. The trembling of the earth beneath her tires, the feeling that what she was experiencing was all a dream. Even though, of course, it wasn’t.
What did surprise her was that, after the whole passé rigmarole was over, she hadn’t been abducted. No alien implants, no pointless medical experimentation, no bizarre attempts at communication. The only departure from script—the only thing out of the ordinary—was that, as the ship rose into the night sky on pillars of blue light, one bright beam pointed to the asphalt in front of her Toyota, calling her attention to a small metallic object that had evidently been deposited there just for her.
She got out of the car, picked the thing up, and brought it home. “What do you think it is?” she asked John after describing the strange episode along Pennington Road. “Sure looks like a cock to me,” he answered.
Which it did, being about six inches long and tubular, with two small oval attachments on one end and a tiny vertical slot on the other.
“Be serious.”
“Seriously, Harriet. Maybe it’s some kind of alien dildo. Or maybe it’s an extraterrestrial pocket comb. Who knows? If you want, I’ll take it into town and drop it off with the police. Could be they might figure out what the damned thing is.”
Harriet shook her head, reluctant to relinquish possession of the alien artifact, no matter what it eventually turned out to be.
This question intrigued her for the remainder of the evening. After John left for the ten-to-six shift, she abandoned her usual boring routine of sitcoms, news, and late-night talk shows. Instead she sat on the couch and fiddled with the thing. She turned it over in her hands, wondering what it was, who had made it, how it was used, where it was from, why it had been left there on the road for her. Her husband’s observation stuck in her mind, though, and she couldn’t stop herself from thinking that, yes, the object truly did resemble a penis—albeit a stylized one made out of metal with a matte silver finish. Moreover, she observed, it looked remarkably like John’s very own, being somewhat tapered and almost exactly identical in length. This made her feel nostalgic. And a little randy, too, since—what with the difference in their timetables now that John was working nights—it had been quite a while since their last romantic entanglement.
As a matter of fact, Harriet couldn’t exactly put her finger on just when they’d made love recently. Definitely not within the past couple of weeks.
Had a month or more really gone by? She tried to remember. The very effort of recollection hammered home the point that too long had passed. She ultimately focused on an evening not too different from this one, except that she wasn’t alone. He was there with her, and it was more than obvious what he had on his mind as he caressed her in long, slow, masterful shuddering strokes from shoulder to haunch.
November 26, 2022
Ep 478 The Place Where Heroes are Made by Sarah Ellis
This month’s free story is “The Place Where Heroes are Made” by Sarah Ellis, narrated by Dee Reed.
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October 22, 2022
Ep 477 Anything but That by TammyJo Eckhart
This month’s story is “Anything but That” by TammyJo Eckhart, narrated by Vivienne Ferrari.
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“That can’t be,” Darina’s whisper froze in her chest as the creature inside the cell snarled and snapped its huge teeth in her direction. She pressed her back against the cool stone wall of the basement and slid down to sit on the floor. She tried to control her breathing, but she just couldn’t seem to get a breath at all, because there was a knot in her throat.
As her eyes adjusted to the dim lights, she identified the creature; a huge wolf, “far bigger than any wolf should be,” her rational mind mused. She realized she was overthinking it and calmed down. She released her breath and took a slow deep one.
Using techniques she trained into her submissives when they panicked, she counted out three slow breaths, but her body seemed frozen.
“Jesus!” she gasped as the beast thrashed wildly, throwing its body around yet barely moving. Why wasn’t it getting any closer to the bars of the cell?
She counted her breathing as she watched it struggle. It finally slumped down and stopped moving. Its heavy, ragged breathing was loud in her ears. Its huge head and gaping fanged mouth turned toward her, and it took in a shuddering breath, nostrils flaring. Was it smelling her? The creature made a whimpering sound and turned its head and the rest of its body awkwardly from her.
Darina found her body suddenly free, but she just sat there staring until the beast glanced back at her, whimpering once more before tucking its head as best it could between its chest and the arm farthest from her. “Is it afraid of me?”
Fight. Flight. Freeze. “Primal responses exist not just in humans, but animals, too,” her brain supplied the facts as she got her legs under her. She pressed her hands against the wall to help her stand up.
The creature flinched as she stood up. It whined as she took one, then two steps closer.
How long were its arms, and was that the right word? Where must she stop so it couldn’t reach her if it came at the bars? She took another step, then decided caution was better. Normally she was cautious when approaching new experiences or relationships. She grasped onto her new sub, the reason she was here, to help calm down.
September 16, 2022
Ep 476 Something in the Way by Amelia Coulon
This month’s free episode is “Something in the Way” by Amelia Coulon, narrated by Jo Bennett.
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August 20, 2022
Ep 475 Carnival of Sensation by Nobilis Reed
This month’s patron-funded story is “Carnival of Sensation” by Nobilis Reed. It’s narrated by the author.
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Gruss had been studying the gravitational fluxes of black hole 459 dash 54 for several hundred thousand seconds when Fandel appeared.
“The secret,” he said, dropping into orbit around Gruss with an abrupt bending of space, “Is authenticity.” That is to say, he expressed his thoughts in quantum encoded radio pulses.
“It’s not a secret if you tell everyone,” said Gruss, “And you tell everyone. Find someone else to tell, you’re warping the event horizon and spoiling my measurements”
Fandel continued undeterred by the observation. “That’s why it’s so important to go back to Origin. For authenticity.” His spherical outer shell glowed in the infrared, absorbing all other frequencies.
Fandel had always been a glutton.
Gruss shifted the neutronium plates of their armature, altering the surface albedo to reflect light away from Fandel, a dismissive gesture. “When do you leave?” they asked, with a tone that indicated they hoped it would be soon.
“Oh, right away,” replied Fandel. “Just as soon as I’ve stored enough energy.”
“Well, don’t let me slow you down,” said Gruss, altering their armatures once again in order to eclipse Fandel as little as possible.
“Thing is, I was hoping…”
Gruss didn’t step into the gap in the conversation. Instead, they let it hang for almost an entire second.
“I was hoping you would come with me.”
“Why in the name of all that’s radiant, would you hold any hope at all in that event?”
Fandel warped again, dropping into an even closer orbit, now close enough that Gruss could feel the gravity differential slightly warping his armatures. “You’re the only one of my friends who has never come to a carnival, and…”
Gruss cut Fandel off with a burst of radio static. “I assure you, that is not true.”
“What? No, if you had been to one, I would have known…”
“No,” said Gruss. “The ‘friend’ part.”
Fandel took on spin. “Oh Gruss, you’re such a kidder.”
“I’m not going with you. It’s a meaningless excursion to a meaningless planet. Origin hasn’t had any relevance since the Upload.”
“It’s where we came from! It’s always relevant. Come with me, you’ll understand. Authenticity.”
“First of all, no, second of all, my mass is several orders of magnitude greater than Origin and I’d warp its structure just by dropping into orbit, third, no.”
“Well, of course we’re not going to go there like this,” Fandel scoffed. “That would be pointless. We’re sending delegates.”
“I do not fork my consciousness,” said Gruss. “That leads to…whatever it is that’s gotten into you.”
“That won’t be necessary. Your delegate will be a remote. I just got the tech from Shoover. It’s just like creating a forked delegate, except instead of a brain, the remote has a real-time transceiver, broadstreaming anywhere within ten thousand light-seconds.”
“They got an RTT small enough to exist on a terrestrial planet surface?”
“I know, they said it was impossible, but Shoover managed it. Here, look.” Fandel opened a high gain multiwave antenna and beamed the idea to Gruss, who spent several seconds reviewing the details, adjusting their armatures several times in contemplation.
“Pretty neat, huh? It uses the planet’s magnetic field as a resonator!”
“I will admit, this tech has promise,” said Gruss.
“Great. We can use my printer.” Fandel transmitted the timesynched coordinates and the encoding protocol.
“Alright, I’ll go—but only because I want to try out this tech.”
Fandel spun up even faster. “You’re not going to regret this!”
By the time the two of them arrived at Origin, Gruss already regretted it.
July 23, 2022
Ep 474 Biohazard by Victoria Frost
This month’s patron-funded story is “Biohazard” by Victoria Frost, narrated by Eleanor O’Brien.
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Although the junior adjudicators liked to go out for drinks after work, it didn’t mean they weren’t as boring and pretentious while lounging in the mixed quarter and drinking galactic drinks as they were in the Hall of Justice. U’elh sighed, sipping her drink, and gazed out over the bar, watching Ma’elhian and Humans avoid each other or, very occasionally, mingle.
To her surprise, at the bar she spotted a familiar jawline. She waited until the woman turned.
It was her.
Last week, a Human murderer had been brought to face Ma’elhian judgement. He was accompanied by two Human guards: one a male in a bulky jacket and gloves, and the other a young female, with a strong jaw and watchful eyes, showing no sign that she felt the Hall of Justice’s usual chill.
Usually, there was little reason for Humans to enter the Hall of Justice. They had their own courts and took responsibility for the behavior of their own citizens. But in this case the Ma’elhr clan concerned was not satisfied with Human justice, and the Humans felt enough distaste for the situation that they allowed the transfer of responsibility for the prisoner to the Ma’elhr Adjudicators.
“Monsters,” the prisoner spat at the sight of the Ma’elhian.
U’elh sympathized with his pain. His sister had died horribly, and a Ma’elhr had caused her death. However, as an Adjudicator, U’elh was wary of thinking that the Ma’elhr was “at fault” for her death. Yes, he had infected the girl with his symbiote, but she didn’t know the circumstances of their liaison, and neither did the murderer. Had the girl claimed to be on anti-microbial pills? Had there been an unfortunate accident with the tool the Humans called a ‘condom’? Or had the Ma’elhr been one of the ugly and cruel who reveled in the power given to them by biological accident, the ones who intentionally spread death with their seed?
But the two principal parties were dead, and no one was left to answer those questions.
