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Scrap – Mori

This is from an old notebook I’m in the middle of transcribing. In Nother, an astrode is a device similar to an orrery which allows for teleportation based on astrological principles.


Moriarty ascended the stairs of the ruined apartment. The thick air did nothing to obscure the golden light blazing from the attic room. He shaded his eyes as the room entered his view, and there as he had dreaded, stood the broken astrode.

—”How’m I sposta fix this?”


That doesn’t work.

I could barely see for the brightness, and my footpaws were damp and sticky from the pool of sunshine I was standing in.

How ’bout I start with this—

I ran back downstairs to find a pitcher. My footprints glowed in the dust. “Frotz,” I said.

I came back up and scooped up the most part of the sunshine. It was sticky and puddled together on its own, like mercury. The pitcher was about half-full when I was done.

I set it on the stand at the angle left by the tracks in the floor.

The band of planetary signs along the wall lit up.

“Oh crap,” I said.

I didn’t recognize any of the signs.

There were only five, laid out thus:

I set up the stand with the moon that had fallen over, and crossed my fingers. Only one way out, and that by trying… I pulled the dusty globe and it began to reflect the beam directed from the pitcher of sunshine. The other moon had quite shattered, and I was thus left with three choices. , I thought, bad sign. The was too complex to— could be a distorted Mars…

Library updates

Added Arky’s offer 2 (NSFW) to the library page.

(This was posted to FA earlier as Scott the Alchemist 3, but apparently I hadn’t titled 1 and 2 that way here.)

Also removed the Ralph stories from the ‘clean’ page.  They’re not porn, but they do talk about shenanigans, so.   Really I’m kind of on the fence about them—both the chapters I’ve posted so far were written with more explicitness than the published versions.  I cut that stuff out because their story didn’t seem to be about the sex.  But in another sense it feels weird to gloss over it.   I’ll probably post a more porny ‘director’s cut’ in the future.

The day Ralph and I changed places.


June 8, 2000 — The day Ralph and I changed places
“I stood in the rain on White Oak Hill. In the heat I was
getting soaked, clothes and fur, but I didn’t move…”

Finished the first part of Ralph’s story and posted it to the library and FA.

WIP – Frostbite

Another character from the Maltese Corsairs story, a sketch I started yesterday:

wip-2010-11-16-frostbite

This picture.. or maybe just his garb, makes Frostbite look shorter and squatter than I imagine him, so I guess that’ll be something to work on in revision.  He is in fact a tiger, though the shape of his face has caused rumors to spread that he’s part wolf.  Another rumor is that his name was just ‘Frost’ until one day when he gnawed another man’s leg off in a fight.   Somehow his generally gentlemanly demeanor tends to make people believe that story more than otherwise: that’s just the kind of thing a guy like him would do if he snapped, is bite another guy’s leg off.  This, combined with his rank as first mate, pretty much ensures that no one will cross him, or indeed even approach him at all unless absolutely necessary.

I suppose that before piratical life his name was Giacomo.

[partim] Mori.

Sorry for the lack of updates lately, folks. I’ve been in a whole other place.

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I fought the urge to shut my eyes, to shut out the sight of the monster charging me.

It lowered its head as it got close. When I saw those massive horns begin to swing aside as if to disarm me, I stepped aside with them, lowered the spear, and held on tight.

The beast didn’t have time to move its head to knock the spear aside; half a second later, I felt the impact of the flaming spear under its chin.

Inertia kept the beast moving, and though I thought I was ready for it, I wasn’t fast enough; when I tried to hop aside, the ram struck my side, knocking me over, and I felt the full weight of its hind hoof on my foot.

I’m sure I must have yelled out, but I only remember the sound the ram made—a bellow weaker than before, still fierce, but somehow without anger.

It slowed down and finally fell over, the flaming spear igniting the fur around the wound. The fire spread quickly and soon covered the beast’s body.

I noticed a flickering in the air above it, and when I looked up, I saw the amassed rows of kelvins fading from sight; a moment later, there was nothing left in the arena but me, Munk, and the dead ram.

[partim] Mori.

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Munk jumped aside, dodging the ram with a lot more agility than you’d expect from a creature made of stone.

The spear lay on the ground, still burning.

I remembered that the ram wasn’t interested in fighting the golem… it had to be me.

It always has to be me.

I jumped off Munk’s head and ran for the spear, lifting it up as the ram turned around.

“All right, buddy,” I said… “Μολὼν λαβέ… come and get it.”

[partim] Shine.

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Luckily he didn’t seem to have anything sinister in mind and just led me back to this place.

It was dimly lit, in the way Chinese restaurants tend to be, and I tried to point out my light, worried my belly’d cause a disturbance—the dining room looked pretty full.

He shook his head and chattered at me a bit more as he led me to a seat in the corner overlooking the whole room.

Kit and Muke

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I tried doing a background on this. It just didn’t work out. I tried a couple, actually. But they were all grafted-on kind of things. When I start doing new stuff from here on out I’m going to try and remember to keep backgrounds in mind. Don’t you all forget to remind me.

Another full day

This story was ordered by FA’s saiwolf.
NSFW (M/M, feeding, inflation, popping) below cut… »

John and Muke

Finished this at furmeet last week; thought I’d post it here even though it’s already up on FA.

Hooray for tiggyback rides :9