Voretober Day 30: Hide

No, no, fuck no. Simon stumbled over debris scattered across the corridor. His suit's internal computer adjusted at the last moment, shifting mass and the magnets in his boots so he didn’t stumble and land face first on the pile of sharp metal. Simon kept on going. There was a bulkhead door just ahead of him. He just needed to get through it and close the damn thing.

“Computer, close the bulkhead.” Simon s

Voretober Day 23: Trip

A father-son bonding trip sounded like the absolute worst thing Harley could think of. He definitely didn’t want to spend months road tripping it with his father in a tiny RV. But his mother had skipped town with her new boyfriend for the summer, and in no uncertain terms informed Harley she was renting out their house to pay for her holiday. His father had put up his hand and offered the solution and that was the decision made, with no input

Voretober Quick Day 17: Role


“Welcome to the Atom Couch, Tom. Have you ever had a role in porn before?”

The young stud sitting on the couch smiled at the camera, and leaned back, showing off his long swathes of golden muscles. A spray tan, probably, but he gave off sunkissed surfer vibes, and I knew the cameras would love it. His tiny pair of boxer-briefs clung to his cock like a second skin. “No, Sirree. I’ve

“My lord, I have not cheated. I swear.” A slight half-elf knelt on the marble floor, quivering and naked, begging. Xanta the Red smiled at the display, which showed a hint of his sharp canines, and sent the pitiful creature into another bout of shivering.

“Liar. I can smell your lie from here.” Xanta lounged on his throne, which was more of a vast daybed stretching across one wall of the throne room, made of iron and piled with soft silks. No huma

A tremor disturbed its sleep. Somewhere dark and damp and warm, deep below the city, it woke up to the rumble of the very earth. It had felt earthquakes before, and this was a pitiful one, barely worth its notice. Yet as it stretched out and considered sleeping again, it felt a hole deep inside its being.
Hunger.




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“Did you feel that tremor t

Voretober Day 14: Tournament

Derrick dusted his hands with chalk, until they were white with the stuff, then he rolled his neck and faced the square. The college gymnasium’s bleachers were half full with a crowd of fellow students and friends and family out to support their favourites. Every conversation echoed off the large, empty hall’s metal walls and bounced back until it was just an indecipherable hum.

There was no particular fan

Voretober Day 13: Curse


Marrok fished around in his slacks for his house keys. He couldn’t wait to get out of his suit, grab a cup of tea, and sleep until the weekend was over. He finally found the keys, and let himself into the little Craftsman style bungalow he shared with his son.

Marrok stopped on the welcome mat, eyes widening. Marrok had renovated the house after his wife passed away. It had been too familiar, with too ma

Voretober Day 12: Stuck


Dave’s day had been going fine, right up until that moment. He’d stepped into the elevator, only half paying attention, head in a file from the head office that had been put on his desk. Olav, a polar bear guy from engineering, was already in the elevator, so Dave stood a polite distance away. Then, just after the elevator had started to rise, it made a horrible grinding sound.

The elevator lurched

Voretober Day 10: Secret



Is Rashura Just A Gimmick?


By Tibal Hashot, 9931.111.2


The secret of the jungle isn’t much of a secret these days. In fact, there is a giant billboard advertising
Rashura’s Best Kept Secret
as you leave the starport. It doesn’t discourage people though. Rashura is the favourite destinati

Voretober Day 9: Glitch


Linden’s phone blipped while he was half undressed. Sweat cooled on his skin, steaming slightly, and his jersey was already in the laundry bin. He wore breeches, and blue and white striped baseball socks up to his calf, and nothing much else. Coach had asked him to stay after school for one-on-one batting practice, and he was beaten after going hard for hours.

The notification surprised him.

Voretober Day 8: Transport


“Fuck, sssorry…” Garmond ducked as his horns scraped the roof of the bus, and shot the driver a sheepish smile. The satyr just rolled his eyes, and Garmond squeezed past him. The bus was at least bigger than usual, in a feeble attempt to accommodate more diverse body sizes, but he was still getting used to being nine foot tall and weighing more than a small car. He settled for grabbing one of the handholds, since

Voretober Day 7: Relative


A golden skinned man with fair limbs came down the road. He wore a white chlamys, bordered in saffron, the open cloak shifting as he walked to show the muscles of his torso and his thighs. Sweat beaded on his skin, and a soft breeze rustled his clothing, bringing a welcome cool relief from the sun.

“Welcome, young traveller.” Gaia stood by the old gate to the orchard. She didn’t bow her hea

Voretober Day 6: Tech


“It has an awful lot of cogs, Sir.”

Tiberius Marshall-Maskyne gave his assistant a dour look. Colin was a good chap, but he didn’t really have the head for machinery. Very good at keeping a book of accounts in orderly fashion, but hopeless as an inventor. “Of course it has a lot of cogs. They turn the engineering.”

The object of their discussion was an intim

Voretober Day 5. Rivalry


“You’re both good guards.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Olek said, and a warm, husky voice to his right mirrored it. Leslaw, who was definitely totally responsible for this. Bastard shouldn’t have smirked at him with his handsome smirk, that mocked him with promises of biting words and the pleasure those lips could give. Not that he’d know anything about that. He wouldn’t

Yavoth the Grey’s hibernation came to an end with the first blooms of spring. He rose from his pile of treasure, and shook the dust of a winter’s slumber from his dull, steel scales. Like all the great dragons of old, he slept upon a hoard of gold, jewels and magical trinkets that had been accumulated over centuries. It energised him during those cold months, yet his stomach growled as he stretched. The hunger always returned when he woke from his slumber.

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Adam’s boots didn’t make a sound as he landed in the dust. A small puff of the orange-red dust that covered absolutely everything flew up, adding another layer of dust to his bodysuit. Fucking dust, Adam thought it as angrily as he could because he didn’t dare mutter it. The lab sat in the middle of hundreds of miles of dust and rocks, and the heat made sure that it stuck to his sweaty skin in a gritty layer.

Just another job. Get in, get the data, get

Voretober Day 2: Mint


“Menthum plasmachloros, the Mint Green Jelly. A fascinating creature, really. It appears to be endlessly resilient, flexible yet as strong as carbon nanotubes. If only we could understand its properties….”

Private Len Lance gave a cough, but the doctor continued on with his monologue about the allegedly fascinating subject of his studies. Len spoke up when it seemed apparent the doc had forgo

“It’s just an old wives’ tale.” Gus huffed.

“Then why are you here?” Reed rolled his eyes and gave the old gate a jerk. The lock had rusted away years ago, and the dead briars did the job of keeping it closed. They slowly tore, brittle with age, until it swung open. The driveway was doing a valiant job but wouldn’t resist the encroaching woods much longer. He boldly stepped through, and glanced back at Gus.