The metal backing of the cabinet was shiny enough for Pira to see his reflection. Manoeuvring the blue tinged metal helmet down onto his head. He’d never worn one before. It took, a couple tries to realise how he was to work the punctured holes down over his horns. A simple dome with wide rims, it cast his vision in shadow, but it felt, snug. His scaled tail drifting a little. It felt like acceptance, into the Bluerims. The thought made him shiver, the nerves were inescapable. He flashed h

Cages and Caverns 14




Rolf couldn’t help but fidget. From the moment Jason and Richard had slipped out of the tavern he’d been second guessing his agreement. The misgivings had twisted into dread and a fervent wish he could turn back the clock. What was he thinking?

He bounced up from the bed in the little room he’d taken for himself, shifting to the doorframe to peer around at the dozin

Cages and Caverns 13

Rolf tried his best, he really did, to not listen to the… noises, of the dragoness in the other room. Not the growls that softened into an indistinct rumble. The rhythmic creaks of the crushed couch’s remaining structure, the scrape of scale on scale. It all tightened his chest as he sat with his back to the wall in the adjoining room. Every little bit of it flashed memories of being, used to fill that silken, compressing tunnel.

Cages and Caverns 12




Afriera slept before he did, the discomfort of a layer of slime over his body keeping Rolf firmly awake. But in the dark of the night, the drowsiness of the night’s drink still toying in his mind he could only really listen to her as he rode out the daze of… well, acting as her plaything.

The scales of her thigh felt thinner beneath him than many of her other scales, mor

Cages and Caverns 11

Rolf felt his heart picking up speed as he stood in the empty room, taking in the hanging portrait lit by firelight. The implications of the warrior’s portrait sinking in as he tried to rationalise it. It could be a portrait of anyone, it didn’t have to be the owner… it didn’t have to be the slayer. Right? But then, who else’s house could this be? The grate they’d climbed up from for that room… that wasn&rs

Cages and Caverns 10




The morning brought rising light, a brisk wind. Rolf, strewn watched for a time the fraying strings on his shirt arm drift back and forth with each chilling breeze. Proper shelter, he yearned for it. Somewhere the weather couldn’t intrude, somewhere soft, somewhere safe. Any thought of complaining aloud though, he swiftly suppressed. His travelling companion would have some suggestions, fleshy, slimy s

Cages and Caverns 9




The first glimpses of light glinted through the trees, falling upon the curled, scaled beast nestled to the back wall of the roadside tavern. Rolf was already up. It had been a process to crawl under her wing and tail to escape the pocket of hot air the dragoness had made. Freshly fed, her breath hadn’t improved.

Still, as he looked back at her, sunlight gradually lighting her,

Cages and caverns 8




The silence behind the tavern was discomforting. Shaded by the trees, eyes keenly on the door while the hot gusts of dragon breath crept down his back, gripped around his shoulders. The thrum of his pulse in his ears was distracting, but how could he help it? This plan was thinner than Afriera’s patience. He had to hope the tavern keeper would actually come out back, wouldn’t flee the sight of Afr

For all his experience in the caves, Rolf had to realise he’d underestimated the problems of sleeping in one. The discomfort was expected, a deep ache throbbed in the places that had been pressed long to the hard stone. Worse was the cold. Where he’d been tucked against the curled dragoness he could feel a pleasant warmth, but the limbs strewn on the ground felt as cold and heavy as the surrounding stone. He forced himself to sit up, back of his head bumping the belly plates.

Cages and Caverns 6




Alfriera’s muzzle breached branch and bush like the tip of a spear. The feeble efforts of the trees to net her ending with sharp, cracking snaps upon her scales. Rolf fared poorer. Held and carried, he quickly threw his hands before his face after the first whip of a branch stung his cheeks. Eyes closed tight lest he lose an eye to nature’s lashing. Soon delicate fingers were ached and surely brui

Cages and Caverns 5

The thrum of her heart was all around him, a pulse in the walls that bound his arms and legs. A tunnel he barely dared move in, lest the briefest brush of rough fabric stimulate her to squeeze the breath out of him again. He felt soiled, soaked through as he was with lubricating slime, but the clinging layer was becoming like the clothing, a second skin his mind filtered out of its attention. He hated that. Were this a cave of earth and stone he&rsquo

Cages and Caverns 4




Rolf had never wanted to be entirely inside some living thing, he’d never given it consideration, never tried to imagine it, never thought to try. Even if he had, he was sure it would have been different to the reality he found himself trapped in.

The dragoness, he was fairly sure she’d rolled to her side. His hurried attempts to push his arms back out met only a tightly s

Cages and Caverns 3

Morning found Rolf exploring the variable creaks of the chair by the little table in his room in the manor. Leaning to the back legs as by dim candlelight he sought the words to convey to his father the dire turn in his life.

In the windowless room Rolf had little idea of the time, but nobody had come to fetch him since he awoke, and so, he turned his mind to his one chance to communicate with his father. Everything had change

Cages and Caverns 2

There was nothing Rolf had ever witnessed that could compare to the dragon. Only the shock of the sudden, face to muzzle experience deadened his legs enough he didn’t flee on simple instinct. She was everywhere. The air was heavy and hot with her breath, the weave of her long scaled snout turning as a sharp amber eye regarded him. Inhumanly sharp… even her iris seemed built to kill. Every grating breath hummed around him, each exhale carr

Cages and Caverns, Delvers and Dragons




The night was cold, but her insides were not. Across the neatly trimmed grass and bush of the gardens, little intruding insects dared to chirrup. All quiet beneath the moonlight, but not within the shadow of the stables.

Steaming breath billowed past razor fangs as the sleek reptile paused to pant. Wingtips scraped the ceiling as she aired them to the night air, coo

Coleus and her flock pt2

It was a strange glee that filled Coleus as she slithered for home. She’d brought many humans back before, but this was the first one she let ride her. She felt his weight upon her weaving coils, the scales rubbing to him as muscles bulged and relaxed, shifting her scaly hide. The human she was affectionately calling Wolfy had to sit leaning forward, knees digging into her sides, but he was keeping his balance well as he was weaved around a

Coleus and Her flock Pt1

Coleus spared a lone look back, ensuring the end of her tail was through the doorway as it slowly swung shut, before letting her thoughts drift to her night. Her long, heavy body slithered across her carpet, heaving onto her extended, deep couch, allowing her space to settle her weary coils across it. Her dinner prospects were foremost. It was her eating night after all. Her tongue flickered in bored distaste, as if craving the tantalising touch

The Particularities of Alien Interviews Part2




The desolate reaches of his home planet stretched out before Max’s eyes as he was sped along. His mind raced with, where he was going, what he was going to see. The most, exciting day in his life came to mind to describe it.

The vehicle was, in effect something between a bus and a train. There were no rails to guide it, only a signal it beelined to, gat

The Particularities of Alien Interviews Part1

Humanity was in two halves, officially at least. The humans of earth, and those of the colonies. Though since the departure across space, the colonies had expanded to be greater in number, although they had not remained unified for any length of time. Mostly divided by starsystem they shared very little. Some had even returned under the governance of earth and the AI, DOC, which had spread through every aspect of life.

Hyrin’s every slithered inch was tense. So far he hadn’t encountered anyone else… which was good in his view. Some distant Navess, but nobody he knew… and he opened the door to his shared space with care… listening. Most… would have eaten their dinner by now and be half comatose… The two humans who had followed him home, moved within the threshold of the corridor, and he beckoned them deeper still, to his own door. His hands were trembling as he bro

Twin Lusts Part 1




Hyrin’s mind drifted in a slight haze, a gentle frown gracing a draconic muzzle, wavering between the urge to sleep and the urge to keep playing the game flashing across the screen ahead of him. He shifted himself, a movement felt around the room as rolls of thick coils moved, one sliding off the bed, gaining some relief from the bedpost which had been digging into him. The back of his forebody was presse

Coleus Navess Break in




Not for the first time that morning, Henry lifted his phone up above his head. The empty hope that even in the silence of the hotel room, that he would have somehow missed the notification. But no, there was no message from Charles waiting for him.

He let the phone drop back to the bed below him before he sat up with a sigh. Hands slid along his cheeks as he endured brief dizziness

“Excited?” Charles asked, his own enthusiasm colouring his voice brightly as he spoke up to be heard over the, dimming drone of the engines as they took respite from the journey.
Henry didn’t respond to his friend immediately, peering idly out one of the windows of the settled craft. All in all, he hadn’t known what to expect of a different planet. It looked about the same… Plants, or whatever this planet’s equivalent was, spread out far&helli

Temple of the Azure




The day so far was proving too much for Avi. Boredom ran through the vulpine’s mind, filtering itself into frustration thanks to the heat and cloying humidity of the surroundings. His coat of fur was not made for this. Below the world rocked back and forth, positioned as he was, sprawled on his back upon the swaying hips of the large riding lizard his companions commanded. Hips the creature had tried to

The Particularities of Alien Races




Space, so far, had been nothing like Ralph had hoped. He twirled a pen in short, stumbling bursts between his fingers, well aware he showed no skill in doing so, mostly keeping his hand busy as he considered the next crossword in the little booklet on his desk. His name was Ralph Gardiner, but the establishment he found himself in wasn’t a place for surnames. He didn’t even know his

Shay flopped her elbows and chest to the outdoor table, nestled near the middle of the small village she knew as home. Her sharp ears flopping to her head with equal lack of motivation. As was her daily routine, the vixen settled in the same spot at the gathering place of the village, and wondered what to do with her life.

Other foxes bustled about. Some sat, eating or drinking. There were a few of these tables, coated against weather, where folk gathered. She listened t

The Hungering Shadow




Gone from twilight, the night truly upon the world, a lone figure hurried his pace on the earthen path that wove between the villages of the island. The determination to not spend another night on the ground, enflamed by the distant glow of light kept the traveller moving. Chill beginning to creep under his cloak as it re-emerged from the spreading shadows where it had hidden throughout the day.

Dizzy Daisy Gardening Club




Katherine reclined, trusting to her knees and the nails bolting the table to the floor to keep her from falling backwards, surveying the cafeteria with an appraiser’s eyes. Wondering idly who would be the lucky morsel to be her lunch today. The dismal bowl of meat speckled plant mush might as well not be there, not a thought of it crossed her mind. It wasn’t that the cafeteria food was bad,

A Wisp Coming of Age: Part 2




The wisp Ral flicked his wings, short, controlled adjustments as he dived through the gauntlet on the lower section of the tree he knew as home. Largely it took the form of rings or barriers he had to avoid while manoeuvring through the route… the first section tended to be straight down in order to clear the floor it was attached to, before making a full ring of the tree. Sometimes he wondere

A wisp’s coming of age




The wooden daggers in Ral’s hands were splintered and worn, his tightening grip into familiar grooves. His breath came out in quick but controlled panting. Behind him, his expansive wings were half flared for balance, his stance forward to allow his short blades greater reach.

A flash of yellow, as his opponent lunged, powering a stab with a surge of their own wings. It

Chandra the highwaydragon




In the depths of woodland humans dared to tread, a small group of four stumbled into a wider spot amid the trees, a natural clearing set on rocky ground where roots finally had to yield. “Bout time we found somewhere”

Roger scowled back at the retort, though no further challenge came from his men. Still, for emphasis, framed as adjusting his belt, he made sure his sh

The Lost expedition:




Light dappled through the canopy, tinted with the many greens of each tree to cast the woodland in a verdant hue. Even the air seemed thick with the life that rose so impossibly huge all around. Vilt found himself spinning in the air, gazing up in passing at the tall mountains of trunks that held the trees so very high. He could climb for a week and never reach the top. Yet the dragons made it seem so easy.

Vicarious Part 2




His own memories were so surreal, Quin noted as he leaned to the leg of a bench, looking out upon the… immense world. It had only been a week, give or take, since he remembered his old life. Or, well, since he and the… real, original Quin were one and the same. He still remembered that potent, depressed resignation, the decision to stop fantasising about ways to bring his fetishes to life, to accep

Zorian’s Date




Chandra woke, a faint rumbling moan as the echoes of sensation washed in at her mind. The solid stone beneath her scales, and a warm spot between her head and paw. She rubbed her jaw to the pleasant warmth, mind pleasantly adrift with no reason to uncurl herself. Then the warmth moved, little, floundering paws pushing to the firm edge of her jawline, digits slipping between her lips. Memory returned, and her

The street felt cold against Quin’s back, barely dulling the ache developing in his lower back. In his defence, he reflected bitterly to himself, it shouldn’t have taken this long.

Above was the arc of the domed ceiling of the city, displaying the mock of a sunny day, faux birds glitching unevenly across its surface. More eye-catching were the spots where the display had failed, and instead revealed the ebony sky, speckled with gusts of red dust. His world wa

StormBlown Chapter 6





Cayas closed his eyes, lifting his head to let the wind play along his jaw and the sensitive markings that would glow so in the dark. It was a nice breeze for flying. He could feel his wings shivering with his deep longing to take to the sky again. But he knew better. Still, his wing didn’t hurt.

He opened an eye a crack to eye the arc of his wing. The scales l

“The City of Scalin” Rick mused to himself, wandering with his partner into the main square of the large settlement. It was a place he’d barely heard of, and certainly never visited. But work did allow him reason to travel, when the job was lucrative enough.

Scalin seemed a prosperous city, sure enough. The roads were finely carved stonework. Not exactly uniform, in fact, in some places it seemed almost patterned. All was the same, off-white stone. The

“Are you going to be alright, captain?”

Brock grunted in answer, hand rested to the weathered wooden railing around the edge of the main deck, closing his eyes and willing his stomach to settle. It was proving insubordinate

“Give me peace, James” he waved his navigator away with a slight brush of his hand “Fifteen years I’ve captained this ship, and not a lick of seasickness. The storm has set a whirlpool going

Reginald glanced up from the waning pool of drink in his mug when the, noisy pair entered. A child could have told you they weren’t from the frontier villages. Both look and manner were just, not seen here. Most notably how loudly they spoke.

“A real adventurer’s tavern, just like the tales” the woman of the two spoke with, unsettling passion

“Rather barren though” the man of the pair added, notably despondent