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A rogue, secretive genetic engineering project has given a small group of women the ability to unbirth others, and using the knowledge they gain this way, they learn to expand their own abilities. Valued contributions by bigmacrmuk and Groblek.
50: The Swarm Francesca: "Okay, Chloe, this is it." I can tell that Chloe's scared. I don't want her to be. The former bee-girl, the very one who most cruelly sank her stinger into Zoe's best friend Linda and poisoned her to "death", is now my daughter and I can't escape the reality that, now that she is mine, I would do absolutely anything to protect her. I love her. Which makes this, giving birth to her now, in the middle of the night, the eve of The Swarm, one of the harde
50: The Swarm
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51: No Choice Daisy: I procrastinated in finding the answer about myself, and for the first time Stacy and I considered never leaving this place. Our bodies were long gone, and as the weekly rhythm of the Sphinx' life continued on, she welcomed more souls into herself and built up an increasing awareness of our world and its inhabitants. Each week, the same "show", the same act. Rarely, perhaps once per week, a paying visitor would be turned away, his or her money refunded minus a twen
51: No Choice
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52: Queen Bee Part 1 Daisy: My transformation to Queen Bee wasn’t immediate, at least in the eyes of the colony, and I knew it. It took hours, with Stacy still pinned to the wall and crying. I picked up the radio codes from Bambi’s memories and tuned myself into the sentiment of the colony, waiting for that point where most of the remaining colonists accepted the fact that I was their Queen. By then, Bambi's human body was gone: too damaged to save, all I could do was absorb her body and tra
52: Queen Bee (1)
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53: Queen Bee Part 2 Daisy: Amanda is shivering. She’s holding Stacy’s phone and looks like she’s going to drop it. I hear the voice from the other end. “Hello?” “Mom? It’s… me.” Silence. “Brad,” Amanda continues. She’s trying her best to sound like Brad for her mother’s sake, but she’s having trouble doing that. I want to hear Brad’s voice too, but at the same time I don’t want to stop hearing Amanda’s. The phone call, which Amanda switches to video partway thr
53: Queen Bee (2)
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54: Normal Relations Daisy: Flying isn't as easy as I thought it would be. These wings are designed for hovering, and short distances, and very heavy lifting. They're designed for a Queen Bee whose body is swollen with eggs and... more. Now, my tail weighs next to nothing, so balance is difficult, altitude control is difficult, keeping a constant speed is difficult. At least this won't be for much longer, and I have a bit of a preview of what's to come as Brad is well ahead of me in his own tran
54: Normal Relations
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55: Retribution Francesca: My jaw had set. My mouth was a thin, bitter line as I held Daisy's gaze. She was here. The immediate question now, however, was...what was I going to do about it? And, more to the point - what would Daisy let me do? I knew what I wanted to do - wanted more than anything right now - but if Alicia was here, and Daisy told me directly not to harm her...I would comply. "Let's go see her," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "But you do the talking. I want
55: Retribution
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56: Stacy says Hello Stacy: Hi. It's me. I haven't gotten to write here before, so my apologies if I'm a little rusty with it. I know you're probably expecting Daisy but... well, she needs a little time right now. Brad and I thought it would be good if she could write about her experience but... she can't. I'm sure you understand why. We're still at the lamia's spacious abode due to a near-tragedy a while ago. About ten minutes after we witnessed Alicia's end, Daisy decided that she needed some
56: Stacy Says Hello
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57: Silky Surprise Frank Perkins: It is just the third day since my parents left this house to me. It's a split-level home, nothing to speak of, needs some work here and there. Then again, houses are no longer that difficult to come by. But at long last, long last, my girlfriend and I have a place of our own, and nobody can stop us from doing whatever the heck we want! Ever since she heard the news she's had a gleam in her eye, an "idea" that she said she'd tell me if I really needed b
57: Silky Surprise
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58: Confronted With It Stacy: Hi. Me again. Despite my promise never to leave Daisy's side, there are a few bits of practicality that necessitate it from time to time. She seems like she's doing much better now, after the meeting with Laurie, and the lamia have been so gracious, bringing these completely-prepared meals to our rather sequestered selves, that it's about time to pay them back. Thus, with Daisy's permission, I went down to the kitchen well before lunchtime to lend a hand not just wi
58: Confronted With It
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59: The Edge of Maturity Brad: “Why, Brad?” I can hear some of you asking that, out there. “Why would you voluntarily give up control of your own body to two women??” If this quantum linking works – Oh, who are we kidding? We all know it’s going to work. We’ve tested it, run it through all the simulations. We know it’ll be so successful that at some point we’ll share the idea with the world and it’ll change everything eventually until somebody comes up with something even bet
59: The Edge of Maturity
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60: Quantum Brad: I’ve been in touch with my parents routinely from the moment that “Amanda” first made that video call from the orangish darkness of The Hive and now I’m going to see them in person. We’re going home. At long last I look very much like I did before I left, only now with a stronger body and a new color scheme to match my two girlfriends. A couple of days of rest and some good food have made all the difference. I no longer feel like I’m going to fall out of the sky the
60: Quantum
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61: Visitors Stacy: I'll keep tagging who's narrating here, though in so many ways it no longer matters, does it? It could be Brad typing my words constructed from Stacy's thoughts of events that happened to all three of us and you'd never know, right? The world is no longer human and it's becoming less so over time. A number of hybrids, like the lamia, have spun off variants that ditch some of the human parts: a snake-woman without breasts, with scales right to her armpits or even above, can gl
61: Visitors
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62: Jillian Brad: We felt the sting, about halfway through our journey, deep in my insides as Gaia, having hatched, found her ideal spot and burrowed into me. The sense took all our breath away at once. The link to her hadn’t quite happened yet but we knew what Gaia was doing: connecting to my blood flow where she needed to, releasing chemicals to stimulate the formation of a connection with my nervous system, a chain of events which would be impossible without my permission: Correction. Witho
62: Jillian
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63: Aeris Aeris: I know what you're expecting to hear. How I was either the rich spoiled brat of a girl who had everything and wanted more, or that I was the pitiful, bullied schoolgirl given a once-in-a-lifetime chance to gain immense power and exact revenge on her enemies. Neither of those cases is true. I had my challenges in school. Every girl I knew did. Sure, there were a few girls who seemed particularly popular; I was not one of those. Nor was I really bullied, aside from the occasional
63: Aeris
64: Inherit the Earth Brad: A bit disoriented, we flew lazily from Aeris’ modest home, with no particular place to visit. Aeris hadn’t offered us anything to eat, and we elected to search out some food the old fashioned way, without tablets or wind profilers or any kind of map, by just exploring until we happened upon a restaurant that interested us. Despite Gaia’s observations of our bodies eliminating duplicate functionality, I can actually eat: just not very much, and it’s rare that
64: Inherit the Earth
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65: End of an Era Part 1 Daisy: It's tempting, in this world, to make oneself all-powerful. God Mode. Stingers and poisons and the ability to shrink and entrap others. But we can't lose sight of the fact that it needs to remain in the realm of fun, not fear. There are enough things wrong with the world already: our first obligation is to not make things worse. As more of the world falls into Gaia's grasp, the map of where we've been becomes visible. Like an awareness of all life, everywhere, gro
65: End of an Era (1)
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66: End of an Era Part 2 Daisy: Helene took us back into her house, leaving my sister and the Sphinx some privacy as they got further acquainted with each other. "Oh, dear," she said. "So much to do so quickly! I have to cancel appointments, we should shred our visitor record for our customers' privacy, and..." We volunteered to help with whatever she needed, but in the middle of it all she just collapsed, crying. "The end of an era," Helene said, sobbing. "I k
66: End of an Era (2)
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68: Rewriting History Daisy: I’m nervous, and letting some of that nervousness show through: I’m supposed to be a naïve seventeen-year-old, unsure of herself. My nervousness is stemming from impatience. The goon who abducted eleven-year-old-girl me said he’d be back for Leila in a week, long enough for my only friend in this world to get over the genetically engineered “flu” that I gave her. That’s tomorrow. I’ve rushed absolutely everything as fast as my body and physics will all
68: Rewriting History
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69: Leila Daisy: I’m standing there trying to decide what to with Leila’s old clothes when she calls me into the bathroom with the words: “Ack! Help!” I knock. The door’s locked but there’s an emergency release, so I release it. She’s got the whirlpool tub running and has chosen bubble bath rather than the bath bombs I set for her, and she’s used too much so she’s underneath a small mountain of white foam. It’s absolutely a heartening scene. A week ago, she was crying for a t
69: Leila
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70: The Devil’s Daughter Daisy: November Sierra FilmWorks is a nondescript single-story white building in an office park full of nondescript single-story white buildings, the name in stencil on a grey metal door. I take another look at Leila before we exit the rideshare. We did an amazing job: I, Daisy, can actually feel myself get wet between the legs just looking at her. That was the design. So absolutely disarmingly perfect that she’s the kind of woman you just pray looks your way—ev
70: The Devil's Daughter
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71: What Now? Daisy: I’ll rewind a bit. It’s taken a lot of scheduling, coordination, conspiring to get this far. A lot of work to get everybody “infected”. I am standing in the back room of November Sierra FilmWorks and it’s been barely sixty seconds since Leila finished reconnecting the memories of our cast and crew, a Queen Bee-ish trick I was almost afraid to share with her. Understand: I have no choice of what I share with her if I share everything, if I let her explore my memorie
71: What Now?
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72: The Sequels If you don’t want people to know you can shrink people down and swallow them into your sex organ, do it in front of two hundred and twelve million people in stereo 8K Digital. -- Lucy Furr, “The Devil’s Daughter” Daisy: Leila and I were correct. Hiding in plain sight works. It turns out you don’t make a lot of money from your first movie when you’re an unknown. The investors, and to some extent the studio, make the lion’s share, which makes sense as they took a big
72: The Sequels
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73: When It Rains Daisy: I no longer know what I’m doing here. I’ve lost control. I… don’t know what to do. I’m staring out the window of an extended-stay hotel by myself, because Leila and I have… broken up. It’s raining, which feels appropriate. I don’t know if it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. I felt earlier that I was going to lose her, somehow. And I’m totally aware that she’s completely, totally right. We were in bed together, facing each other, that lovely tail deep b
73: When It Rains
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74: The Test Subject Daisy: Jennifer is wearing a gauzy nightgown as she stares out her apartment window into a grey, overcast world. I’m admiring her curves from behind, in silhouette, from one of her dinette chairs: it’s not I who changed her into this, I realize, it’s who she always was: she just always hid under a costume at work, black T-shirt and jeans that said Don’t mind me, I’m just the make-up girl, let me get my work done so they’ll pay me. “Where the hell is he?” she
74: Test Subject
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75: Out of Control, Finally Daisy: Jennifer wasted no time arranging her next encounter. Using her new concept of “levels”, there were exactly three men remaining on the planet at Level 2: Alexander Igile, the “other” male porn star whose character had been killed off in the second movie; Jeffery Tunne, sound and lighting, and, of course, Norman Stallman himself. Her idea was to take everyone remaining at Level 2 – all the cast and crew that were in on our secret – and get them upgra
75: Out of Control, Finally
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76: The Core Daisy: Jennifer and I walked into that nondescript single-story building, with the November Sierra FilmWorks name still stenciled on the metal door. Leila and Peter were already there, sitting on the tiny bench in the reception area. I looked at her and she looked back at me. Jennifer had styled my hair, pretty amazing job in just fifteen minutes, but the look made it clear that I’d been under Jennifer’s care… and therefore probably more. Peter’s look was much warmer. He was
76: The Core
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77: There All Along Jennifer: I am the luckiest person alive, at least – no, no qualifiers on that statement. I am riding in the back of a rather ordinary limousine with the Daisy Potemkin. We’ve swapped QCF already and are at most a few hours away from being linked that way. That waiting has been delicious agony: unlike my “army”, where the link takes a scant twelve hours to establish, my link to Daisy will be of the other form, full bandwidth, a pipeline into her thoughts: and so I hav
77: There All Along
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78: Disease Control Jennifer: Careful. Daisy’s warning was correct: I’d almost stepped over the line. There are certainly fights brewing, but we’re not there yet. I just wanted to make the point that I do not want to be taken “in”, to any place where Daisy or I can be locked up, wherever that might be: where they could try to silence us, or worse. Linda Perlman, field investigator for the CDC, is lost, waiting for her backup to come down to our floor. Meanwhile, the head of one of th
78: Disease Control
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79: The Intern Jennifer: Showtime. Kevin would have made a good boyfriend. Clean-cut, attentive, and he’s already picked up that I’m the kind of girl that could really be interesting, one he’d love to get to know better if only given the chance. I don’t know if I would have given him the chance. Somehow, for my short life so far I’ve gone for edgier, rougher guys: a little more of a challenge. Lure them in and throw them off with this little secret that I like girls too. I didn’t get
79: The Intern
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80: Metallic Teal #640 Jennifer: I finally got up and went to the bathroom and returned to bed. I went to spoon with Daisy again but she had me turn around so we could change places, so she could hold me from behind, first wrapping one of those hands around my breast and then sliding down to my abdomen, where Kevin was. You don’t have to hide him. A slight nudge and I relaxed the shrinking field just a bit, to create a baby bump that could be felt, if not seen, and Daisy pressed her own bump i
80: Metallic Teal #640
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81: The Kiss Heard Round The World Jennifer: I was ready for anything, except Leila. Daisy had entered the studio boardroom ahead of me, and nobody, not even my network, had thought to inform me that Leila would be here. Nor had anyone told Leila about Daisy and I. But Daisy’s new fashion sense, and our complementary-but-equally-wild hair color… if one ever wanted to make an entrance intended to spawn jealousy in an ex-lover, this is exactly what I’d have done. I was unintentional. I swea
81: The Kiss Heard Round The World
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82: The Premiere ANNOUNCER Ladies and Gentlemen, Sony Pictures and North Star Films would like to welcome you to the Dolby Theatre in Hollywood California and to the premiere showing of Devil’s Daughter III: Demons and Angels. Please give a warm welcome to your host, and host of Shelly McNamara Live, Ms. Shelly McNamara! (Audience applauds; Shelly Live theme music, :30) SHELLY Thank you, thank you. I hate to say: I told you so, but… (Audience laughs) Imagine for a moment that you held an inv
82: The Premiere
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83: Top To Bottom Jennifer: I hold Daisy’s hand as she pushes, and use my other hand to caress her belly. Unlike my upcoming appointment with the CDC, where Kevin’s birth will be captured and documented and analyzed (and, also, invariably leaked to the internet like last time), Jessica’s arrival is met with no cameras at all. She emerges wonderfully slowly, slippery wet, from between Daisy’s legs, headfirst. Daisy’s kept the shrinking field just tame enough that she’s got to really w
83: Top To Bottom
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84: Yes Daisy: “No… not… not possible.” Jennifer stared straight through me. “I have two confirmations of it. He was shot out of the sky. He might have survived the gun blast but not the fall. I don’t know the details. There’s… somebody in custody.’ Jennifer’s link came back up with a vengeance but her emotions were the same as mine: it was like someone had killed our child, someone that we’d created together, and we couldn’t help falling into screaming, crying, not carin
84: Yes
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85: Aurora Clarisse: “Clarisse, get over here. You need to see this.” I opened my eyes, unhappy for that instant to be roused from slumber. “What is it, O Great and Mighty Sphinx?” “I told you not to call me that. It’s tiring, and you’re my equal, O Great and Mighty Dragon. It’s Daisy.” My outstretched wings held me to the ground a little longer than I wished they would. “What--?” “She’s okay. She’s fine. It’s just… she’s… engaged.” I looked into Margaret’
85: Aurora
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86: Daisy Can’t Dance Jennifer: I adore waking up to see a mop of Metallic Teal #640 between my legs, because that vision is followed immediately with this wonderfully warm and sensitive tongue in exactly the right place. I do wish at times that I could just attach myself to Daisy’s body and stay that way forever. We’ll do that, someday, but there are just so many other things we want to do first, and unless I get bored with this, and I don’t think I will. Daisy’s tongue dives deep int
86: Daisy Can't Dance
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87: Twosome Daisy: Okay, lover. The trip wasn’t so bad. Almost everyone at Rose Family Farms is Level Three: in fact, there are only two employees here that aren’t, and they work in packaging and have been here like a hundred years. I arrive in a produce truck and am escorted to a small room where I drop my panties and climb onto a sofa covered in plastic and I’m left completely alone (as was my wish) to do my thing. I let Jennifer’s thoughts come through me, let her coordinate the effo
87: Twosome
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88: Jennifer’s Dream Daisy: Jennifer’s dream was inspired by Tiffany’s unbirthing. In her dream, we had an outdoor wedding. There was no religious overtone, no church, no priest or pastor, no cameras, just our friends. Leila, perhaps, could officiate; take our vows and symbolically bind us together forever. At the “kiss the bride” moment, we both remove our wedding gowns and reveal, to everyone’s surprise, the wings we’ve been hiding beneath the entire time. We look deeply into eac
88: Jennifer's Dream
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89: One Daisy: We tried everything. We really did. I did one last panel debate – a ninety minute televised special where I tried once again to answer all the questions while sitting across a clear acrylic table from a self-described “representative for humanity”, a local politician trying to use the escalating “crisis” for his own personal gain by using more or less the exact language we’d seen online: that we were “aliens” bent on destroying humanity and everything that it stood
89: One
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90: War Stories Daisy: I almost don’t want to write this entry. There’s something about leaving these things behind, sparing you things I wish we could have forgotten. Even in victory there is often defeat of a different sort; and where I’ve always wanted freedom from pain and misery things are done that can’t be undone and that causes pain that, sadly, lasts. It would be irresponsible to the future of this world not to share some of that pain with you, knowing that joy comes with the ba
90: War Stories
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91: The Great Orgy The last harpy touched down at 7:31pm PDT, at an apartment building we collectively owned and were using for support, rest, and shelter. It was over. Three days and nine hours and thousands of stories like the one you’d just read before the leaders of the resistance got themselves on television and told their supporters to stand down. That they’d lost the battle. That “we” controlled the armed forces, which we did (very easy to infect legions of companion-starved, horn
91: The Great Orgy
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92: The Big Event Daisy: I was there when Aurora gave birth to her last harpy, and shortly after that I gave birth to Tiffany, who by her own design now looks exactly like her name always implied: the bratty, entitled, and super-pretty “mean girl”; but her personality is anything but: she’s just thrilled to be here, alive, free of a disease that was getting ready to take her life; so she’s sweet and enthusiastic and was barely out of my womb before she asked who she was supposed to swall
92: The Big Event
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93: Forever Hold Your Peace Daisy: I opened my eyes very slowly, very carefully. It was dusty; it smelled wrong. Jennifer! My hand is on her. She’s breathing: I feel it in my breast, with my arm, my wing. So is Aurora, under the other wing. The most horrific night imaginable is over. The sun is rising. The sky is gray, almost dark, filled with smoke. I startle awake the rest of the way, and look. Not far above us, the entire hillside up the valley is on fire. There’s a crisp line: it caught
93: Forever Hold Your Peace
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94: Last Man Standing Daisy: I put my right arm around Jennifer as she turned the airlock lever. The trick was to open the inner airlock door all the way, quickly. The chamber we occupied was flooded with an anesthetic gas, Thomas’ creation: enough of it to knock out everyone on the other side of the door. But to do that it had to get into that other chamber and mix and they’d have to take one good breath. We opened the door together, pulling it quickly inwards and hiding behind it. Nothing
94: Last Man Standing
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95: Heavy Daisy: “Shelly?” I asked. It was Shelly McNamara, who seemed out of breath. “Thank goodness— I didn’t think I’d get here in time, but I heard you were here. Wow. Practically need titanium legs.” I reached for her hand to get the full story; Jennifer just stood next to me to absorb the story from me. Shelly had volunteered, along with a sizable army of women, for a desperate clean-up effort. The sudden extinction of humans meant that, at hundreds of sites across the planet
95: Heavy
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96: Hot Daisy: We flew all night and through another day without getting tired, still radiating energy and expelling helium and nitrogen and water almost the entire time, snuggled into each other and teaching each other the finer points of doing this. Below us we’d seen only clouds or oceans and hadn’t cared in the least, but now the energy was dissipating and we realized we had no idea where on the planet we were. We decided to take a break and glide downwards, towards the clouds, and then
96: Hot
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97: Angel’s Dream Daisy: One doesn’t normally get to see a woman’s ovipositor. It’s an organ that, ordinarily. stays completely hidden, extending from one woman’s body directly into another, quantum fluid transfer or to share thoughts or sometimes just for pleasure. This is one of those rare and intentional exceptions. I’m fascinated as I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jennifer’s organ extended like this, especially with other people watching. Aurora leans over my shoulder and gets
97: Angel's Dream
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98: Homecoming Daisy: We held hands, and I reached what—a few millimeters away in time and space and next thing we were standing together, still holding hands, in a very familiar library. I felt the presence of several looking over me: Clarisse, Margaret, and though I knew right where we were, and had explained to our children what would likely happen, it was Vine who looked up to me in some degree of panic, like she hadn’t heard me earlier. “It’s the library I told you about. More huma
98: Homecoming
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99: Near the Beginning Marie flew like her life depended on it, diving low into the trees and just barely touching the ends of her wingtip feathers on the trunks as she pivoted around them, pulling her wings in to pop through the tree canopy and then back down. The attack from her left was unexpected but also easy, for the moment, to avoid: she was just moving too fast for that threat to materialize. Instead, nearly exhausted, she found a clearing and a bench, rode up over the air, lowered her l
99: Near The Beginning
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100: It Wasn’t Me Daisy: We gathered outside Apple’s bedroom. She’s got the smallest room in the house, really, my old bedroom, the one between the bathroom and the stairs. Brad, Stacy, Jennifer, Vine, Belle and I: Clarisse was out cavorting with Margaret somewhere. Vine opened the door. Immediately obvious was that there were blades of grass slipping out from under the bottom of the door, dirt and grass where Apple’s bedroom floor should have been, and sky and— A forest. I looked out
100: It Wasn't Me
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