Savage Awakenings

WARNING: heavy gore and brutality

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She woke up with her stomach lurching again, forcing her conscious. She tried to make it to the bucket, but couldn’t crawl the full distance before her stomach spasmed, and she had to stop and gag against the floor. Nothing came out, but only because they hadn’t fed her in a few days. How many? Usually they let her starve for three if she acted up. The last clear memory of a meal was the night before, but then the following morning, she’d bitten the last “client” they’d thrown at her. At least, she thought she might have. The man had come in the room, and then things got blurry, and then when she could think again, she’d tasted blood on her tongue. Hers? Or the clients? Before she could really figure out what had happened, they’d given her the shot, and then the room was spinning and spinning and spinning and…

Savior

The first sign that someone had broken into his house was the busted doorframe; he hadn’t noticed it until he was nearly on his porch. The second sign was the door swinging open, and a stocky man in black with a stuffed duffle bag almost running him over.
 
Don didn’t need a third sign to clue him in on what to do. The man’s eyes widened as he yelled, “Shit!” and his hand went to his hip, where a pistol was holstered. Before he could reach it, Don’s fist shot out and socked him square in the jaw, hard enough he heard a tooth crack.
 
The man hollered and fell back onto the porch. He scrambled for his gun, but the duffle bag had landed over it with a hard thunk, and the distinct sound of breaking porcelain. Don winced, knowing that had likely been the fancy ceramic flask his ex-wife had left him. He didn’t give the man another second to get his wits, reaching down and socking him again, this time breaking the man’s nose.
 
The man hollered again, both hands reaching up to his face, while Don quickly shoved the duffle bag up and grabbed for the thief’s gun. His fingers grazed the handle right as something hard clocked him on the head. He went stumbling back off the porch and onto the walkway. Despite the strength of the blow, Don managed to shake it off, fight through the pain, and roll onto his feet. As he rose, though, he saw a second man, leaner but taller than the first, level a shotgun at him.
 
Don froze in place. For a brief second, he almost tried to throw up a defensive barrier, before remembering that he was on Earth; the Magic he learned on his divine lover’s fantasy worlds didn’t work here. Her blessing of perfect health still maintained, but that wasn’t going to save him from a point-blank round of buckshot.

Didsy's Prologue

She came too as if from a dreamless haze. Her body still felt a bit flush from the... weekend... week? How long had they been going at it? An impossible length, it seemed. Surely, even her body would have collapsed far earlier from such intense stimulations and copulations...
 
She sat up, pulling the sheets of an absurdly large bed around her form. A quick glance told her that the boy she’d been summoned to please was already gone, and the one who had summoned her...
 
“Morning!” She flinched as a nubile brunette girl was suddenly sitting right next to her. She felt herself flush as she took in the girl’s brazen nudity.
 
“Good... morning...” Didsy swallowed hard as she felt a sharp pang in her chest. As her thoughts came clearer into focus, her exact circumstances came into stark relief. She remembered exactly who and what she was, and why she was here.

Mingles Mingling

NOTE: this story takes place between "Released" and "A Separate Solution"

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They met at a bonfire, on a beach in northern Chili. A raucous summer party, with plenty of young men and women to have some fun with.
 
Demi was already there, having insinuated herself into the small crowd. She’d spent the past few weeks bouncing around college campuses and arranging encounters with travelers, getting to know the mortals of Earth and Thrae. She’d enjoyed dozens of flings already, but had yet to select anyone as a dedicated Plaything. There were a few very nice boys and girls she fancied, had played with several times during her sojourns, but in the end, she kept moving on. Such was the nature of an Omnymphotent, of course. An all-powerful sex fiend couldn’t settle for just one mortal lover. But both of her progenitors had quickly filled their little black books, so to speak, while Demi was content to take her time settling.