Story 18



Seven months ago…


“And so, ladies and gentlemen, the sedimentary botanical and geological evidence clearly points to the presence of water in the Aguamar Plains no later than four million years ago, the river probably having dried up three point eight million years ago. With this established, we'll be considering a further expedition to locate conclusive signs of a dried riverbed, and hopefully even the source of the river.”


Professor Raina Sangh's vo

Alraune
By PrinnyDood
Estelle gazed thoughtfully into the tall mirror before her, taking in the all-to-ephemeral beauty she currently enjoyed. Her chestnut brown hair was slightly curly and long, falling just past her waist in pleasant waves. Her eyes were a pale, almost pastel blue, and they followed the movement of her hands as she gently traced the soft curves of her nude form. She was of average height, though there was nothing average about her figure; slim and toned, yet curvy, without a h

Interview
With the Giantess
By
PrinnyDood
It
was the opportunely of a lifetime, as far as Trina was concerned.
The strange, otherworldly creature who semi-frequently 'visited' her
world of Selmkip never stayed long, and predicting when or where it
would appear had proved all but impossible. But tonight, luck was on
her side. It had appeared practically across the street from where
she had been working, and commenced with its usual behavior.
Trina's
dark suit and skirt flapped in the wind as s

In Your Dreams
By PrinnyDood
Everything was dark, and the inky,
nonexistent 'landscape' stretched out around Sara in all directions.
The only thing that she was sure existed (besides herself) was the
smooth, firm ground beneath her bare feet. This too was black and
featureless, and had she not been standing upon it, she wouldn't have
known it was there. She would have assumed she was in total
darkness, however when she turned her eyes to her own body, her fair
skin stood out dramatically agai

Part 1: Trails and
Tribulations
By PrinnyDood
Everything hurt, and her vision was
still blurry. Bruised, scraped, tangled and hanging upside down from
the overgrown foliage of a foreign land, Rachel spent several long
moments just being grateful she was not being digested by a giant,
killer mermaid. She had never anticipated the need to be grateful
for this, but after her compatriots suffered that exact fate, she
found it easy enough. They hadn't exactly been close, but still, the
blonde wate

Commander
Werrin –Jeyya reflected, as she stood to attention before her,
facing her desk– was certainly not the worst of commanding officers
to serve under. Unquestionably better than some of the previous.
Werrin –middle-aged, trim and proper, her red-and-grey hair tied
neatly into buns– had been posted here only a few months earlier,
with orders to drag this outpost out of stagnation and make progress.
She was, in Jeyya’s view –and the young anthropologist was
generally good at read

It
was a warm evening, the warmth enveloping the small fairy like a
comfortable blanket even as she flew, contrasting pleasantly with the
cool rush of air caused by her own motion. Night had almost fallen;
her shimmering, fast-beating translucent wings reflected the light
from the fading sun, and the weaker glow of the large rising moon. It
would be a clear night; there were no clouds, and only a curved
sliver was missing from the moon’s near-full orb. The twilight kept
the features of the for