Dr. Mauser in the 80'sDr. Mauser in the 80's - A Dr. Mauser StoryDr. Mauser in the 80's6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By Richard Alan Chandler © 2010
"Yo, Frank, have you seen that disk with my charge pump design on it? It seems to be missing."
"Neon yellow, three and a half inches square, usually hanging half ejected from your floppy drive? The one I keep telling you to make a back-up of? Nope."
"Damn. I just had an idea for cleaning up the gain ringing, I need to find that disk."
"Well, before you go tearing our office apart, could you come in here and give me a hand? It'll just take a minute."
"Okay." Paul Mauser came the rest of the way into Frank Tranh's "Lab", a oddly-shaped storage room that he had managed to requisition six months earlier. It was convenient in many ways, first, it was on the same basement level as the cubbyhole they shared as an office, and it happened to be right where the main power for all four linked science buildings came in. The Doctora
SPECTRAL SPECTACLE: MirageCorp's Annual ConventionThe sun was deliciously warm; Kasten had no reason to move. For that matter, nor did she want to. It was a lazy - what day was it? It was a lazy day and Kas had no reason whatsoever to move from her comfortable cushioned windowsill. In fact, she had resolved, she was going to nap and relax - in this spot - until otherwise. What a comfortable contest, she thought to herself.SPECTRAL SPECTACLE: MirageCorp's Annual Convention4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kas lost the contest in under 10 minutes. The raucous sound on pounding on her front door gave her a quick loss.
Her eyes shot open and she fell to the ground from her warm and comfy perch.
Kas pawed around her house until she made her way to the front door. She was in no mood for visitors. Unless they were bringing presents. Or food. Both would be acceptable. Yes.
Kasten swung the door open. With wide brown eyes she scanned left and right. Across the street, a dark-skinned man in a strange black-and-white suit waved goodbye.
At her feet, Kas saw an ordinary brown cardboard box. There was no logo on it an
Pawn of Wizards - Chaps 17-18Chapter Seventeen Pawn of Wizards - Chaps 17-187 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Headmaster grinned as he woke from his trance, sleep finally over-taking the girl and allowing his spell to take effect, unleashing the nightmares on her. The grin faded, however, when the sound of his alarm spell being triggered reached his mind. He rose quickly to his feet and stormed from the laboratory walking briskly through the halls toward the girls room. It was probably just Garith checking in on the girl, he told himself, but better to investigate personally. In any case, he was anxious to see her again, if only to witness the effects of the nightmares hed unleashed on her.
So anxious was he to see her that hed already opened the door and taken a step into the room before he realized that something was wrong. Through the dim light that crept in from the hallway, he could see that the girl herself was lying at the edge of his alarm spell by the door, and that her cage was open.
Harem Escape Ch.1The IntroductionHarem Escape Ch.13 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Schala groaned as she began to regain her senses. She had no idea what happened earlier. She had just started walking home after some quality time with Krocken,, when she felt some overwhelming force hit her, then…nothing.
Schala sighed , noticed she was sitting, then decided to stand up to get her bearings…and found herself rooted in place. She blinked in confusion before her senses sharpened.
Her eyes bulged as she saw her situation.
First, her purple dress was gone, replaced by a rather…scandalous outfit: A harem dancer outfit. Her top was a glorified bra, purple in color with golden tassels, and it hugged her breasts tightly, showing a bit of her cleavage, Her midriff was exposed, with a purple gem placed firmly in her navel. Her legs were covered by purple puffy harem pants with golden waistband, and her feet had Persian slippers covering them. But that was not the most shocking thing about her situation.
She was severely tied up. Her arms
Release The HoundsThe room was dark but Antoinette was not a novice Hunter. Her thermal-vision goggles kept her appraised of anyone in the room; Antoinette refused to be surprised. She was a professional monster hunter at least, that was what she told anyone she met. That was what it said on her business card.Release The Hounds4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Any NHE non-human entity that saw her, however, knew that she was inexperienced and easy prey. The NHE that Antoinette was tracking, a vampiress named "The Red Widow," stared at Antoinette as she stalked through her lair.
Now was as good a time as any for the 'big reveal" that she so cherished.
The Red Widow slammed the lights on with a clap of her hands. Antoinette dropped to her knees in surprise. "Where are you?" the hunter screamed.
" where I was the whole time." The Red Widow grabbed Antoinette's arms and cruelly held them above her head. A nibble to her neck sent Antoinette into a haze, which provided the vampiress enough time to slip a pair of cursed elbow g
Proving the Pixel, Part 2"Deep within his secret underground fortress, the supervillain once known as Pixel Inquisitor contemplates. For the time being, Pixel Inquisitor is no more. But in his place, a new villain shall arise! Now, the world will cower in fear before... THE ABDUCTOR! MHWAHAHAHA!"Proving the Pixel, Part 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
From upstairs, the sound of a foot deliberately stomping on the floor echoes out.
"KEEP IT DOWN THERE, I CAN'T HEAR MY SOAPS!"
"Uhh.... Sorry, Mrs. Flintstick."
Pixel... Err, The Abductor, looks about his secret underground fortress. Or, to be more accurate, a dingy basement suite with dirty laundry piled around, old furniture that pets wouldn't want to get close enough to urinate on, and a rug that has never known the touch of a vacuum cleaner.
"Okay, no villainous laughter. The landlady complains. Anyways, time to don my villainous disguise..."
He pulls out a balaclava.
"Ahh, perfect. All the hentai I've read can't be wrong... Though I'll pass on being naked. And the tentacles. Not my style."
He pulls i
Structural IntegrationStructural Integration2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On a small table in a small room in a massive skyscraper is a massive city, a medium woman stood over a medium vixen.
"Your presence is of the utmost disappointment. Your creation was my choice, and the damage you have done is therefore my responsibility entirely."
Phantom paced the room, wandering in circles above her carrion. Phantom's costume was a jet-black leather catsuit, covered in steel, buckles and imposing straps. In her hands she bore a crop; the sign of a general. She paced with her hands behind her back, muttering eloquent nothings to herself as well as her prisoner.
The only other non-prisoner was Vikki, who stood in the corner with a demure look. She half-smiled and her lips were just barely upturned. Her hands clasped in front of her and her expression made for a look of the utmost apology.
"I trusted the advice of my adjutant. Your presence makes a fool of both myself and my dear associate." Phantom punctuated the word 'associte' with a firm grab of Vikki's rear. She w
(Commission) Watchwomen(Commission) Watchwomen1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The steppe stretched to the horizon. Far away, just out of eye's reach, a city lay; parts of it rubble, parts of it ruins, parts of it remembered. The steppe itself made spines tingle and throats thick. It was like an ocean with the water removed, and it stretched on past visibility and imagination. The boy shuddered. He felt his spine tingle.
He had hoped to see something. It had been ages, years since he visited. Was it so different? Did geology move so slowly, or was this the work of men's hands? The steppe was dry, and weary. Amethyst stared across the devastated plain; this was once his homeland. The ruins of villages bombed years ago, or houses stripped away by the harsh, sometimes radioactive winds stretched across the steppe, pockmarking it with ugly blemishes. If the decay continued, someday it would be pristine - with his memory gone, any evidence that there were once thriving towns and cities in Sector 3 - his homeland - would be dust on the wind.
All this he w
Pawn of Wizards - Chapters 2-3Chapter Two-Pawn of Wizards - Chapters 2-37 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Tesloke Arginhane, Headmaster of the Arcane Academy, made the finishing touch to the last spell, and the symbol that hed carefully carved into the wooden frame of the doorway began to pulse with magical energy. His work done, he stepped into the room to take in the sight of this sanctuary that hed spent weeks preparing. He wanted it to be perfect for this momentous day. No, he needed it to be perfect.
Grinning broadly, he crossed to the center of the room and lifted one of the smooth bands of silvery metal from where it rested on the base of a stone pedestal, running his fingers along its etching. The metal was light and yet stronger than steel and remained cool to the touch regardless of the temperature of the room. A tremor of excitement ran down his spine in anticipation of what was to come. Placing his delightful creation back on the pedestal, he turned to stride from the room, hi