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Unwanted Bonds - 11
Raphael screamed and screamed and screamed...
He screamed, thrashed and all Leonardo could do was hold on to him, try to protect him from hurting himself in his fit. With every scream, the younger arched painfully against him, every single muscle taut and seizing.
Leonardo just held him close, sobbing in both relief and fear when Raphael's body finally gave in. He caught him when he collapsed, cushioning his fall when they both dropped to the floor.
And yet, Raphael didn't - couldn't – stop screaming, grinding his throat raw until his voice, too, gave up, reduced to little more than grating wheezes.
Then, finally, thankfully, even those tampered off to silence, until Raphael just laid bonelessly in his older sibling's arms, awkwardly catching his breath, his entire body quaking with exhaustion.
Only then, Leonardo dared to open his eyes again, blinking against the blurry wetness in them.
Raphael's own eyes were open, half-lidded and staring blankly at nothing, eyes lost in the sh
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 5
Open Space, SS Calypso
January 5, 2269
One of the advantages of having an older class of ship like Calypso, at least as far as Cera was concerned, was that it had an actual galley adjacent to the mess hall in addition to the food dispenser slots. Which meant that you could cook a real meal made from real ingredients, instead of eating reprocessed whatever all the time.
“So what exactly is this?” Nessa asked curiously as her lover set a plate in front of her. It looked like short, oddly-shaped worms covered in thick blood.
“This is called rotini,” Cera explained happily. “It’s a type of pasta. Pasta is made from wheat. The sauce is meat and tomato.”
Nessa gave the steaming plate a sniff. “This is Earther food?”
“Italian, to be exact. Go on, try it.”
As Nessa picked up the spoon Cera had provided, the door to the mess
Trucks Gone Wild- Magnum Opus“Moe, come here- I want you to see something!” the prof called. I had been trying on a new pair of gold lamé stockings- made with real gold, I guessed, given how much they were supposed to cost- and I padded over to his workstation. He had an incredibly dorky set of headphones on- the kind that glow in the dark and make you look like a singer in one of those weird bands from the eighties. Juxtaposed with his traditional lab coat, wire-frame spectacles, and wispy goatee, the effect was stunningly nerdy.
“What’s up, doc?” I drawled as I leaned over him, cheerfully giving him a full-on sideboob.
He scooted over a little in his chair, trying without much success to put a little room between us. “I just intercepted a strange transmission. It seems something has taken control of a number of trucks and is causing them all to drive south through the city. Further, each of these trucks appears to be taking control of o
Trucks Gone Wild- Pyrite“Damn it, Pyrite, you self-centered, narcissistic, egomaniacal, pig-headed jerk! Take a break between sets- I’ve got something important for you to do!”
Network’s irate yelling was almost lost in the screaming of the guitars and the pounding of the bass. Evin rolled his eyes and signaled Leon. The drummer nodded and launched into the solo that marked the bridge to the end of the song. His backup guitar and the bassist covered their surprise with nary a missed note. Leah segued through the bridge and into the final chorus. She turned her back on the crowd just long enough to glare at Evin and he shrugged apologetically before she turned back to the audience with a blinding smile.
“Give us a few minutes to catch our breath, folks- we’ll be back with one more round before last call, I promise!” she hollered to the rowdy fans and they sent up a roar of approval. Evin was already halfway to the stage door wh
Werehog Story 21Just as Shadow had said, the Commander came to visit the heroes the next morning in Tails' hospital room. "I am sure this has to come at such a sombre note."
"So what is this meeting for?" Knuckles asked, leaning back on the couch provided.
"I sure you know why well enough. Your friend, Sonic." The group glances at various directions without immediately speaking a word.
"It's not his fault, Mister Commander." Cream spoke first.
"From what Shadow has told me, I understand it's not, but he's losing control."
"That is right." The blank hedgehog replied.
"G.U.N wants to offer our assistance in getting him contained-"
"So you can imprison him like last time or maybe add some experimenting too?" Knuckles shot back.
"No, we want help your effort in curing him."
"What?!?" Everyone barked in unison, surprised at the Commander's statement.
The man nodded. "G.U.N is concerned that he may cause more harm, but I also want to repay the hedgehog for all the things he's done for our world and hi
My Final PerformanceA tan hand opened the wooden case the beloved violin sat in, slowly picking up the silver violin and the matching silver bow. It was time for her last performance. She walked out onto the stage, and her cheering and clapping. She smiled sadly, tears shinning in her eyes that sat behind her glasses. She stands in the middle do the stage, placing the bow down on the strings, and began to play.
Her music started out as slowly but lively as she pranced around the stage, doing spins and other tricks she had learned over the year she had performed. She closed her eyes, standing on her tiptoes as her music became slower and sadder, and she could feel the mood change. She smiled sadly, keeping her eyes closed. Her crowd always knew when it was time. Images danced across the wall of the stage she stood on, showing her past performances, some sad, some happy, and some full of drama.
She leapt into the air, spinning as she continued to play, hearing some people cry softly. She gracefully leapt of
Trucks Gone Wild- Soviet SupercloneThe Soviet Superwoman stood in the middle of the street and stared down the oncoming semi. She braced for impact, crossing her arms in front of her.
“Nyet, capitalist running dog!” she barked, “You will not spread your chaos onto the workers!”
The machine was a perfect example of a machine aristocrat if ever there was one- it dominated and drove the innocent, unprotected working-class cars before it. And, just like an aristocrat, it utterly ignored anything that stood in its way.
The semi barely even slowed as it plowed into The Soviet Superwoman. The basic physics of the equation were easy to comprehend- a big rig weighing a dozen tons travelling at sixty miles an hour hit a lone woman massed at about 200 kilos and braced with nothing but air and what traction her boots gave her on the asphalt.
Because of the angle, The Soviet Superwoman did not go flying. Instead, she was bowled over immediately prior to being run over. She missed
Oh No Sally 26 - by Dru (and Michelangeli)Sally had expected Detective Wilson to come out of her cake induced coma at anytime now. But neither she, nor the hospital staff monitoring the patient's unusual condition predicted what happened when Wilson came down from her high.
Rather than slowly come out of it, feeling groggy and drained as was expected, she stopped moaning and her eyes snapped open.
"Oh my...that was incredible!"
She barely had time to take in the fact that she was strapped down in a hospital bed when the changes began. A warmth spread over her, and she felt herself brimming with energy. For a moment she thought the room was shrinking. But the increasing pressure of the straps on her arms and over her stomach indicated to her that she was actually growing.
The pressure of the straps seemed to ease even as she watched her muscles swell and press harder against them. Then with a rip the straps gave way. For a moment she thought she'd slip back into an orgasmic coma as the intense pleasure of filling with raw power
Adeptus Mechanicus: Welcome to the Machine..::Interview XIX::..
Interviewee: Tech-Magos Eighty-Five "The Fatherboard"
What gender are you?
++I believe I am male. It is, however, open to interpretation.++
What is your age?
Do you want a hug?
++No. You do not, either.++
Do you have any bad habits?
++I watch... everything.++
What is your favourite food?
++Given I can no longer taste, there is little to enjoy. A shame, really.++
What is your favourite ice-cream flavour?
++What is that?++
Are you a virgin?
++Depends on your definition of v- uh, I mean, no.++
Who did you -
++I will kill you.++
Have you killed anyone?
++Entire worlds, my dear organic. Men and women, loyal and heretical, human and alien - I have killed more than I have both
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