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“Who are you?” Thabbt asked, as that seemed appropriate. The thing, or rather, things seemed to be looking at him as if he shouldn’t be talking, especially to them. They had an air of importance about them though they lacked faces or bodies. They just had the attitude of being very important, though they appeared to be no more than a few molecules; very small molecules would be saying a lot. “Don’t talk,” they said; or, was it the one closest to him? “Are you here to help me? “Yes.” “Good.
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Thabbt was down in the retail area trying to imagine what it would look like with customers wandering around admiring his wares, but what would that be? Since they were a couple thousand bnarloo (Bazt measure of distance equivalent to approximately 1.5753 kilometers) from the nearest place of any sizable population, whatever he might sell should be so unique the product itself would draw customers from some of those nearby cities. Of course, there might be some form of advertising, but that woul
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A year later, in a small city on the other side of the planet, with one hand clasped in the other, Zzppd and Thabbt sat on a park bench and watched Doopo play with other children in a shallow pond at a park near their apartment. Bazt walked by and smiled at the lovers. Some turned and took second looks because here, far away from the capitol, Zzppd was the only Zzt in their city and he was an oddity with four nipples and a cock as long as their forearm. The whispers were almost audible, but neit
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“Where are we?” a very confused Thabbt asked. “Nowhere,” Zzppd said. “Go back to sleep.” “I can’t,” Thabbt whined. “Call the Minto, they can help me meditate.” “You are no longer the Mistress of Oodri,” Zzppd said. “The Minto are not at your beck and call. Go back to sleep, now.” “I’m not the Mistress?” Thabbt asked. “Why not?” “Because you need me to tell you what to do,” Zzppd said. “Now, go back to sleep. I’m in no mood to get physical.” “Will you tell me later?” Thabbt asked. “I will
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Zzppd missed watching the sailboats on the lake. He missed talking to Aabi about what to expect after having a baby. He missed being fucked by Ssthi, but the Minto seemed to understand that need and were doing things that sort of made up for that loss. Though, most of all he missed having Thabbt sleeping beside him at night. What he didn’t understand was why Thabbt was making such a big deal out of him being fucked on occasion by his father, who supposedly enjoyed fucking boyoes Zzppd’s age, wh
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They came in the night, such as nights are in an artificially lit Bazt-made cavern. Wearing climbing boots, utility belts, and carrying a lot of rope, they climbed the outside wall pulling themselves up from terrace to terrace until achieving Thabbt’s apartment. Was it coincidence they came between feedings when Zzppd, Doopo, and Meent were asleep? Whether they had inside information or were just lucky, they moved quickly and stealthily through the apartment sedating each of the residents before
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“I can feel her, she’s coming, now,” Zzppd moaned. Ssthi keyed in some instructions to the car’s navigation and control system causing the car to speed up considerably. “Is my flap opening?” Zzppd asked no one in particular. “Raise your frock and I’ll check,” Aabi said. “What do you know about it?” Zzppd asked with a worried look. “Who do you think gave birth to Thabbt?” Aabi answered. “On top of that a Zzt gave birth to me.” “You’re a hybrid?” Zzppd asked as he followed Aabi’s instruction
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“Thabbt-zo-hhzt-ggriZzt, you have a visitor.” Thabbt looked at the speaker on the wall of his cell. He’d been here only three nights and four days and Zzppd had come every day to see him. Since he had entered his fourth month of pregnancy, it was difficult for the Zzt to get around these days. Plus, he was so obviously pregnant that he had to wear a frock to cover the immense belly, something Bazt saw as obscene; and, he was still plagued with a few green splotches. At least there weren’t any v
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The two Bazt lay in a comfortable pose gained from years of practice. Though they were young, and possibly because they were young, their multiple orgasms were more personal than mutual, yet from years of being together they strove to give the other the pleasure he desired. Thabbt accepted Aambi’s cock as much as he refused to accept Zzppd’s. This was, above all, between two Bazts; and, well, Zzppd could never be more than a Baztli. It wasn’t that he didn’t love Zzppd because he did, a lot. He
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Spid was only a little surprised the medical facility was in the same building, meaning he didn’t have to go out into public looking like a freak with green splotchy orange skin and a shriveled cock. He was put into a room and told to wait for the medical staff. He wished Thabbt was with him, but he and Ssthi had to bide their time in the waiting room. The first person that came in, a short, dumpy man without a smile placed a wide band around Spid’s waist and pulled a cable from the wall and pl
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As Spid woke he became aware of a muscular arm draped over his chest and a swollen cock pressed against his back. He tried to remember where he was, but the last thing he remembered was sucking Thabbt’s cock in the car. Something happened after that, but those memories were fuzzy at best. He moved a little to see if he was being held firmly. “Ssssh,” a voice whispered in his ear. “Ssthi care for Zzppd.” The fingers at the end of the hand at the end of the arm began to lightly pinch one of his
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The next morning Spid joined an ever increasing crowd of naked Bazt on his commute to his new job. It was a bit unnerving because he was a Schtickist and not used to crowds. Yes, he was humanoid, but he was young and, well, slightly different than the average Bazt. The glaring differences like the missing foreskin, the missing little finger, the large prominent ears, and four nipples all stood out in a crowd of humanoid who expected foreskins, little fingers, modest ears, and two nipples. Plus,
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The boyoes were awakened the following morning by the steady thrum of a copter hovering outside the cave. Unfortunately, it was still too dark inside for them to discover a deeper hiding spot, so they waited in anticipation of capture. Then the sound moved a bit and hovered again. Was Security using heat detection equipment on the known caves? Were they far enough away from the entrance so the sensors could not pick up their presence? They could only wait. “Look, up there,” Spid whispered point
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The flight to the retreat in the Central Highlands of Bobbysland, the smallest and oldest continent on Gurd, took a lot longer than Spid expected. Lord Nivl was very, very rich and had access to some of the best aerocraft, but their flight was relegated to an old, long distance, low altitude transport. Bobbysland, often called the “Eye of Gurd” because of its dead center location in the Great Ocean—when seen from space it is the only significant visible land—the tectonic spreading centers that s
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Spid didn’t have that much in the way of possessions, a few thin coveralls, a couple pairs of socks, three knee length undersuits, a plastic comb he didn’t need for his shortly cropped black hair, a ceramic statue of Hurl with Prisi, goddess of Schtickists, at her side, a sealed vial of his cum given during the autumn Bud and Vini Festival two years ago when he proclaimed his sexuality, and the silver brooch of grapes signifying his allegiance to Vini, god of grapes, wine and ale, distilled spir
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On top of Nits Knob, Spid Doop sat on the trunk of a thorny thung tree knocked over during last week’s storm. Down below him the gray manufactured stone campus of Burpiburg Tech spread out across ten acres of dark green lawn. He liked coming up here on the knob and looking down at all the students hurrying to their classes looking like little bugs skittering about; hiding out behind the gym for a quick joint of fuzzy grass or snort of broccoli ale someone snuck from home; slipping over to the bl
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Other than giving his allegiance to Vini, god of grapes, wine and ale, distilled spirits, healthy bowels, prosperity, the Harvest, and boyoes who accept the love of another boyo, Spid Doop is your average fifteen-year-old Schtickist. He hates Normals with a well deserved passion, he gets in trouble with his Mamt and Pubi, and he dreams of the day when he can have his own habitat. However, there is one thing different about Spid, a Normal boyo wants him.
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As Carlo sucked his cock, portly Paolo sprawled on his back looking up into colorful material of their pavilion as it was splashed with dawn’s light. They were leaving today, Carlo said last night, while they still had blood in their veins, air filled their lungs, and heads resting atop their necks. All of the money he convinced his father to invest in the project was being thrown to the winds of the mountains, but Carlo was adamant, they had to leave today, preferably when Albrecht wasn’t aroun
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Once the sun overcame the shadow of the valley’s east side mountain, the dawn bloomed with a burst of fairytale exuberance. Bees buzzed around all species of meadow flowers, songbirds announced their territories, and little furry animals scurried along paths hidden in the turf searching for their morning repast. Under the looming presence of the Schneemann, in the loft of the farmer’s chalet Gunther dreamt of running through those meadows chasing rabbits, wrens, and honeybees as the sun warme
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“You boys look bushed,” the farmer said as Gunther and Dieter climbed the stile over the wall of the lowest lea. “Why’d you run?” “It’s dark, elves, and such,” Dieter huffed. “I’m Franz, Dieter what are you doing here?” the farmer asked. “And, who is this?” “Gunther,” Gunther said extending his hand. The farmer held back for a moment, then took the hand in his. The grip was firm and strong of a man of the soil. “I’m with a group of recent university graduates who are thinking of investi
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With everyone out of camp on errands or busy doing the tasks necessary to keep the camp going, Albrecht was fairly certain he was not observed slipping between the pavilions and into the willows along the creek. He followed the flow down for nearly a half-league before looking for a place to cross. He’d brought his long dagger, anyway, the one that easily slipped in the back of a victim and severed major blood vessels. It took a bit more time than throttling or breaking a neck, but it was the up
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The farmer’s chalet was typical for that region of the Hinterlands. The main entry was uphill, behind the house. While out front, or what some might consider to be the front because it faced downhill toward the village, there was a large door to admit the farmer’s animals, which in winter provided warmth to the house above, albeit a rather odorous warmth. But if you’re a farmer, a home redolent of animal excrement is nothing compared to a diet of animal feet, ears, tongues, hearts, livers, kidne
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The two of them, big bulky Albrecht and short slender Gunther lay on opposite ends of the pallet as the boy served them goats milk yogurt mixed with some kind of local sweet, red berry compote and an assortment of cheeses they had brought with them and a few they purchased locally to break their fast. Although naked, they were covered with thin satin coverlets and rested on plump pillows. They ate slowly, both watching the form of the naked boy before them. “He is sweet,” Gunther said. “I mus
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Five men stood across the milky river from the mouth of a narrow defile in the side of a tall granite mountain. They were the first graduates of a new university of the Poor Brothers of Saint Murray on the Hill, a somewhat heretical order whose members would soon take their place on the pyres of righteousness. Actually, there were, also, the eight men-at-arms they hired for protection, the two Equus drovers for the five horses and twenty-three asses, the cook, the two wenches, and, of course, th
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A recent college graduate has a dream of building the world’s first ski resort. Unfortunately, he doesn’t take into account who owns the land and whether his compatriots are with him or against him. Joining the fun are dwarfs, nymphs and fairies, werewolves, a satyr, an unghostly ghost, an unfortunate eunuch, and a Hero.
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