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|The Avengers – “Mission… Highly Improbable”
“Tell me, Steed, is everything to scale?”
29 Jan 2016
So I finally cracked and wrote a political size-fantasy story. This one has death, destruction, hard vore, scat, and more catharsis than we’re ever likely to see from our actual political system. Felt good to write it, though.
It was a Sunday morning, just like Pearl Harbor. I was having a smoke before the start of my shift at the Washington Monument. I had that job since they finally reopened after the renovations. Of course it’s closed again like all the rest. I suppose I should be looking for another job, but I just don’t see the point.
I was on the observation floor when it first hit. It wasn’t very long, less than two seconds. A sharp jolt shook the Monument, and I felt it worst on top. I didn’t have time to worry about the Monument falling down, and afterward I spent several minutes just holding a railing and convincing myself that it was over and that I would be okay. I was mistaken on both points.
I came here to get away from humans.
The island was perfect, well-forested and well north of the trade currents. I had built a cabin and learned the local fisheries. I had even cultivated some elderberries. It was too good to last.
Actually, I’m gonna do it anyway.
This is my first true vore story, and it’s also my first story with a female protagonist. There’s a male pred, a female pred, some male prey, some female prey.
Dedicated to everyone who helps someone else try something new.
25 Sep 2015