Gene
flipped through the duty roster for the afternoon. Working at a
teaching hospital meant the quality of one’s day could vary wildly
depending on who you were paired up with. Teaching young doctors on
their residency was rewarding, but frustrating. He ran his finger
down the list of hand-written names. A smile came to his face.
“Clarise,”
he said.
It
was going to be a good day.
Clarise
was a fertility specialist. They both were, actually, but the two
didn’t really compare. Clarise was

Nick
yawned and glanced at the clock in his dinky little dorm room. It was
winter break. He should be heading home to be with his family, but
his car was in the shop. If the repair man was to be believed, he
would be stuck in the dorm until the day before his birthday. It was
a pain, because on his birthday his folks always had a huge party
with his entire family and even most of his neighborhood. It was his
favorite day of the year. Having to rush home on the day of the party
would be a pain, b

"Um..."
she said, watching the machine slowly revolve. "Help?"
She'd
been working in the taffy shop for most of the summer, and it was a
profoundly monotonous job. It was just a pair of forks rotating
through each other, stretching and mixing the taffy together. It was
worse that she'd inherited the job of showing up long before anyone
else came in, to get the morning's taffy started before the tourists
showed up. She was always tired, but apparently today she was more
tired

It
had been a long day for Beatrix. Running a Slime Ranch wasn’t a job
for someone who wasn’t willing to work. Collecting food with her
vacpac, feeding it to her slimes, collecting plorts… It took a lot
out of you.
Lately
there’d been a spike in demand for Pink Plorts, which had caused
the price to go way up. She’d spent most of the day wrangling and
corralling pink slimes and was frankly exhausted. She’d hired a
ranch hand to help balance the work load a bit, but she wouldn’t be
s

Rhaana
sat sheepishly in the passenger seat of the car. She was still in her
human form, which meant that for once her blush was visible across
her entire face rather than just peeking between pink and rose
scales.
“I’m
really sorry about your bathroom…” she said, her voice a squeaky
whisper.
“It’s
okay,” Kyle said.
His
tone was less than convincing.
“I
sort of forgot I’d eaten a whole elk. We don’t use toilets back
home. I didn’t know I’d clog it.”
“That
was more tha

“Honey…”
he called sweetly. “Up and at ‘em. It’s your birthday…”
He
smiled as his wife groggily blinked her eyes open. She smiled back
when she realized he was holding breakfast in bed on a tray.
“Aw…”
she said, sliding up in a sitting position so he could place the tray
down. “You shouldn’t have.”
It
wasn’t the most luxurious meal in the world, but it was certainly
decadent. Pancakes with plenty of syrup and butter, a glass of orange
juice, and some bacon and eggs.

The
three of them were in a hotel room. The heat was turned up, the
lights turned down. Two women and a man, sweating. It had taken
months of searching the right forums to make tonight happen. She
could hardly wait.
She
sat in the room’s one chair while her boyfriend carefully slid the
sheer nightie from the shoulders of the other girl. The young woman,
barely nineteen, was a stranger, but an adventurous one. And a
willing one. While she watched, her man caressed the freshly nude
woman. His to