Non-Vore Fraggie

“This is the most powerful artifact in this world. Indeed, any world.” The priest waved his hand at the blue shining sphere. It was a perfect sphere, gleaming… yet it had no discernible surface, no edges to it. “Made by man or god, we do not know.”

“Man, that thing is just weird,” said Aphen. “What the hell is it, other than a powerful artifact? I mean does it, like, honk or give out party favors? Or does it just glow?”

“When the time comes, and that time is determined only by the Harok-”

“What? Harok? That’s not even a word,” said Aphen. “Did you just make that up? I could gave come up with a better name.”

The priest glowered. “The Harok named itself,” he said heavily. “Back in antiquity when the Harok first made itself known to man-”

“How’d it do that?” asked Aphen. The priests face darkened, and Aphen quickly said, “I’m not trying to make trouble, I’m just asking. I mean, did it yell, or hang in the sky and fart at people, or what?”

“When the Harok made itself known,” said the priest, leaning toward Aphen, “it named itself. The Harok, the egg of being-”

“Oh man,” said Aphen quietly. “Good thing it wasn’t the egg of bad paintings or something then.”

“I am going to beat you with my stick,” said the priest in a voice very nearly a yell. “Just listen and don’t say a word!”

Aphen cowered back, hands up. “Okay, okay,” he said.

“The Harok named itself. And when the time comes, the Harok shall hatch, and from within shall come the Pharos-”

“Oh come on,” said Aphen, unable to control himself. “Pharos? These aren’t even words. This is like a bloody word game.”
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“When the Harok hatches and the Pharos is born,” said Aphen as Natay cleaned the wound across his forehead. Aphen’s whole face was bloodied, his forehead torn and nose still dripping blood into the cloth Aphen held up. “The universe shall stop and a new world will be born. That’s what he said.”

“You’re lucky,” she said. “You’ve been beat up pretty good, but nothing’s broken.”

“Except my pride”, he said with a sore grin, one upper tooth still loose in it’s socket. “He’s like three times my age. But man, that’s stick hurts.”

Anne

Fraggies

Writing fragment One:

Katya had a nice body, but uptop she had only a sad double-A to show the world. No real need to wear a bra. But she made up for her deficiency with the motto “It’s not what you have, it’s what you do with it”.

So Katya just went nude from the waist up whenever she left her home. She powdered up her perky nipples, used makeup to outline and show what little breast she had around her nipples, then left the house.

To further accentuate what little she did have, she pulled her shoulders back- way back, painfully so. But she was used to it, and it pushed her chest forward a few inches. She leaned her nead and neck and shoulders back as well, to the point that she couldn’t see forward when she walked- her vision was of the blue sky. She pulled herself back far enough that her sweet hard nipples actually were the highest part of her body.

Arms splayed back and out, body leaning way back from the waist and her head painfully pulled back, she carried herself this way to the world. And, to some degree, it worked. With her small bare breasts balanced on the top of her body, hard nipples pointed straight to the sky, it was hard not to stare at what little breast she had.

Writing Fragment Two:

Cartka was a happy snake, a reticulated python just over fifteen feet in length, and his favorite food of all time was women. He loved to eat women, he had to eat women, he never ate anything but women. But even so, he was a friendly sort. Everyone loved him, even women, up until the moment he ate them.

It was a good thing breasts were so good for the digestion and overall health. Cartka had been eating women all day. It hadn’t even been that he had been hunting down the busty ones- they all seemed to be finding him.

The first woman down his gullet had been a young woman in a pink bikini set. She must have had upper and lower back pain, for her breasts were easily the size of huge watermelons. Each. She had been a struggler, but her arms and head were the last thing down Cartka’s throat.

The next woman had been a gal in jeans and a tight white shirt. The shirt had a funny picture with the words “Fuck My Tits” on it. She would have been easy to do that to, Cartka had thought as he ate her- pressing her massive breasts together would easily have left enough space for at least seven men to fuck her tits without touching penises. Luckily she hadn’t been wearing a bra- those tore at his throat.

The next seven women down his throat and into his tight stomach had been each bustier than the previous. Woman number three had had breasts that easily weighed over thirty pounds each, and woman six was more breast than woman- literally. Before eating her, she had told him that her breasts weighed over one hundred pounds each (they each lay on the ground before her, spread out and taking up great amounts of space. They had been gloriously unholstered, soaking up the sun as she stood there) and she only weighed 98 pounds without them. She hadn’t minded being eaten alive- she’d told jokes until her head and mouth had been smothered by her breasts. It took a while to swallow down those huge breasts, with her body down in his stomach and her breasts outside his mouth, still ont the side walk.

The other women had each had breasts roughly twice the size of the woman eaten before her. Woman seven had been happy to be eaten- each of her mountainous breasts were larger than sport utility vehicles.

Writing Fragment Three:

Katya hadn’t started out flat chested at all. She stood five foot eight in bare feet, a little over six when she wore her favorite pony pumps. Her blond hair hung in ringlets to her mid back, and her legs were lean and tight, her ass high and round. She carried a pair of double d cup breasts on her chest and was firm enough she could comfortable go braless.

Nonetheless, she still felt a nagging at her self esteem- there was something still dragging her down, and she wasn’t sure what. When her boyfriend was grunting and sweating as he fucked her breasts hard, his legs straddling her chest and his arms coming down on either side of her head, she would hold her breasts together and lay back and enjoy the sensation (her breasts were very sensitive, her nipples even more so) of his cock driving between them. When he would come, semen jetting from his throbbing cock and splashing onto her face and into her mouth, she still felt there could be something more. His entire body tight and hips bucking as his hot white spunk squirted from the hole at the end of his red, rock hard cock. While she wanted to take that cock deep down her throat, feeling the entire hard length of it filling her throat completely, seven hard inches of it deep down her throat, she still felt there was something more to life, that she was missing something.

When she finally decided to get breast enlargement surgery, she was unsure of herself. The pain, the not knowing exactly how it would turn out… She had researched it thoroughly on the internet and knew the chances of a botched job was great at the current level of surgery. But when she looked at her self naked in the mirror after sex, her breasts red from the hard fucking they had taken and slick with her man’s thick come, it was right at the back of her mind that what she needed to make life perfect was bigger breasts. That, and increasing her vaginal capacity (she could take a football entirely through her vulva and into her vagina and after insertion there was no evidence of the football within her except for a swelling around her lower belly). She could still crush an unopened tin can with her vaginal muscles (she was religious about her kegels), but wanted to the able to take more down there. But that could come later.

The first question was whether to take the implant beneath the chest muscles, or inside the breast itself. To be safe, she decided to get both- a three thousand cc implant beneath the chest muscle wall, and a three thousand cc implant in the breast itself.

Afterward, the pain was as bad as she had feared, and the pain pills she took knocked down her sex drive a little- and pissed off her boyfriend, as he now had to fuck her pussy. Neither of them really enjoyed vaginal sex- although she did love a long, thick cock filling her to capacity and driving hard and rhythmically into her, clitoral and vaginal orgasm just weren’t as fulfilling as that same cock driving between her breasts. And he didn’t enjoy it as much- while she was very tight, hot, moist, and her vagina physically worked to milk all the cum from his balls, it just didn’t feel right to come inside her instead of between her breasts, on her face, and in her mouth.

Anne

Fallout 3, Me, And My Dying Xbox 360

My 360 will play some games, 360 games, without a problem. And others it fights like a snarling beast to not play. I’ll have to try again and again to makesome games work, as it reads the disk info and thinks the game is a movie, tries to play the game as a movie, then fails miserably and crashes out to a default white error screen. Too bad for Mama Snake.

Anyway, I was playing Fallout 3 yesterday, and I came across the Musem Of Technology. Inside the museum, they have a mock-up of a Vault for visitors… which, of course, is a ruin because of the nuclear holocaust some 236+ years past now.

Now, for those unfortunate souls who don’t HAVE Fallout 3, or don’t know the history of Fallout, a small paragraph. 236+ years in the past, around 2077, there was a 2 hour war that ravaged the entire face of the planet. Nuclear conflagration. Killed like 99% of everyone alive at the time. Now, in the USSA (The game world is an alternate world; it seems to have split from our own universe around the year 1950), they had a company called Vault-Tec that built around 200 vaults around the country, each of which could hold a large number of people in case of nuclear attack. Well, guess what. After some 236+ years after the bombs fell, you arrive from the depths of Vault 101, the descendant of those who were in it.  Washington D.C. (the area you play in, some 16 square miles of devastated, radiated ruin where the human stragglers struggle to survive in the destitute wasteland of the countryside) is a mess.

Now. In the museum, you come across the mock up, and it’s a good mock up of the entrance to  a vault, underground look and all, and they have a demo voice that speaks about the wonders of a Vault while the exhibits within light up, then there is the exit at the end, another mock up of exiting from deep underground from the wonders of a Vault.

At the end of it, after my skin was crawling while watching it, I had to role-play it (it being an computer role playing game and all). I had my avatar running back through the vault, imagining her holding her hands to her ears, tears falling from her eyes and chest so tight and hurting so bad it’s a wonder she doesn’t just die, blundering and screaming as she runs through it, then finding herself sobbing in a corner. So much time and effort and money these people spent on preparing for life AFTER an attack, they forgot to spend the time and money and effort to make sure there would never BE an attack. The broken wonders of these people all around, and for nothing.

And then pulling herself together and leaving the vault behind, wandering back through the broken and falling apart ruin of the building, and back out into the harsh sun falling on the crushedcity around her.

It still makes me cry.

Anne

And Then I Went And Had A Stroke

I was sitting on the sofa next to Rudy. I do that every evening- he sits on the sofa and watches TV and does small craft things all day because of his heart. He just asks that he gets me in the evening, because I do things all day. I’m in the computer/sewing room (off the living room, but I sit so I can see him when I am on my computer), or I’m off doing house errands, or doing things in other parts of the house… but in the evening, I sir with him on the sofa until it;s time to go to bed. It’s cool, I like it.

But then Rudy had thought I had fallen asleep (I fall asleep whenever I stop moving- I HATE it, and am going to see another sleep specialist in December. I already saw one and wear an auto-adjustable CPAP mask when I sleep. Spaceperson Anne at your service). He asked me to wake up, but I was already awake.

I was already awake.

I couldn’t talk to him- I couldn’t move. I wanted to tell him that I was awake, but I couldn’t talk to him to tell him I was awake. He was growing increasingly worried and trying to wake me up, but I WAS awake. I was frightened and scared inside my head because I was DESPERATELY trying to move. I couldn’t move any part of my body. I kept trying to tell him to lift my head, maybe I could talk if he lifted my head, but I couldn’t talk and I couldn’t move. He even threatened to pour water on me to get me to wakre up and I tried to tell him I was awake, and he DID but I was so scared inside- I COULD NOT MOVE and I COULD NOT TALK to tell him I was awake and needed help.

And that’s when I started to put it together. I had had a massive stroke. Even after the EMS people had arrived and were checking me out I could not move to tell them I was still awake and alive inside my body.  I was hoping they could get me to a hospital in time to save me, and that they would use the proper treatment to save me. So many people who have strokes are fucked because the doctors either don’t give the right med, or give the right meds way too late.

I was so scared.

And then I started getting super tired- not the “gosh I am tired, I wish I had a bed to sleep on” but the “my body is trying to pass out!” kind of tired. And I realised that either I was dying right there, or that I was just going under and might wake up in the hospital. MIGHT wake up.

I was dying, and I knew it.

And as I felt the final pulls of my head taking me to sleep, to pass out stage…

…that let me finally wake up on the sofa. Alive. Not having had a stroke.But Rudy had been doing all those things to wake me up. He had poured water on me to wake me up because he could hear me moaning and trying to talk. He had tried to wake me up, hard, but gave up.

I sat talking with Rudy afterward, talking it out and crying because I had been so scared that I was dying. I’m sure he found it funny (he’s had 2 strokes, and a ton more of horrible things happen to him), but it terrified me because it didn’t SEEM real, it WAS real.

It still freaks me out, 2 weeks after it happened.

Anne

What Has Anne Been Up To?

Not a lot. Been trying to “rest” and “relax” since starting my hiatus. What a joke. I’m still as stressed out, and things are just as bad. Now my 4 year old boy has been diagnosed with rhumatoid arthritis in his knees.  Imagine that. Rhumatoid arthritis kills people, and my genes helped to fuck up me son.

Have to love parental guilt.

I also have been carrying 30 pounds of extra water weight inside me. My prescribed diuretics haven’t showed up yet (almost 2 weeks I’ve been waiting!) and so my legs are like tree trunks and EVERYTHING hurts- every single joint and muscle.

Have good things happened? I suppose so, but can’t think of anything of anything actually “good”. While I did get Fallout 3 has a late birthday present (My birfday is in September), my Xbox 360 is dying. It three ringed the other day, but works- kinda. And do we have money to buy a new one?

HAHAHAHA. We don’t even have enough money to buy food.  Halfway through the month and we are down to low-to-no food reserves. More bare cupboard and shelf space than food by far. And amazingly, we STILL make too much money to get food stamps. I guess we would have to start physically starving to DEATH before we could start getting some kind of help. The cats and dogs are constantly digging through everything to try and find something because we ran out of cat and dog food and don’t have money to buy more. We need bunny food (we have a bunny).

But I have been trying to write.  I’ve started many stories, both vore and not-vore… I have about 6 or seven novels in my head I need to get out and written. Right now I’ve been writing a “just” sex story. Nothing else. Just good old sex.

Ah well. Just because my son destroyed my $60 USB wireless connector for one of my broken down laptops (which was EXTRA frustrating because it’s an old Windows ME laptop with only a phone-line modem, and I finally got it to go online… for three weeks, before my son tore open the card and bent the board inside in half. And at four, he KNOWS better), and pulled apart another $20 mouse…

But there ya go. Sometimes I am online, just never as much a I would like, and sometimes I chat. Just not very often.

Love you all!

Anne

The Country Is Saved At Last

Barack Obama be the new Prez.

I Am So Angry My Eyeballs Are On Fire

And yet what can I do about it?

About an hour ago, while we had our 3 kids and a kid’s friend over and we had to get people moving to not 1 but TWO seperate kid functions, I discovered:

1) My old Windows Millenium Edition laptop on the floor, upside down.

2) The mouse cord and mouse seperate from the mouse ps2 plug still in the machine

3) The D-Link USB network device was now naked, just the board, and it was bent in half

I do not know which of my children or visitors I must now torture and ritually murder, but I will find out. And when I do, I will have a new coat of skin to sew together.

Anne

Well, Here’s An Update On My Life

Just so’s ya all knows I ain’t daid. Acus guess what- I ain’t daid.

Life has been kinda suck. My old cpap machine wasn’t working well for me, so we got a new automatic adjusting cpap machine and it hasn’t helped- my sleeping is AWFUL. Horrible. Literally terrible- my nights last forever because I am half awake/asleep, horrible mid waking dreams… I have an appointment for another sleep study in December. Can’t come fast enough.

Because of that, I fall asleep whenever I stop moving. And that’s pretty much literal. If I sit down and don’t do something physical (play a game that involves constant arm movement, etc) then I start to nod off. I can have several hours go by ina blur of half awake/asleep when sitting at my desk. And when the sun starts to edge down in the sky it gets worse.

I can’t drive anywhere that’s more than a few miles away because I fall asleep behind the wheel. I have had to drive distances and literally BEEN ASLEEP while driving for half the drive. But can’t pull over- no cell phone.

So when I sit by Rudy in the afternoon/evening, I immedtaietly fall asleep on the sofa with him. He’s been so lonely because I’m asleep all the time instead of with him.

My days are small- I sleep(ish) all night, and spend 3/4 of my “waking” time in a haze of half-asleep.

Sucks to be me.

In the past month and 2 weeks I have also gained THIRTY POUNDS of water weight. Actualy water weight- not fat, it’s fluid. I’m in congestive heart failure! Yay! Now Rudy and I are twins!

So I’m gonna be on meds to try and get the fluid out of me, then get on a beta blocker for my heart. Luckily congestive hear tfailure doesn’t just leap out of the bushes and GETCHA! It’s something that can be treated and get in abeyance for a long time. Especially since you can get OUT of congestive heart failure, then your heart is back to normal.

Right now my life is in a state of being EVEN WORSE than it has been. I don’t know why or how I haven’t killed myself by this time- people who have had a lot less than this have just said “fuck it” and left. And my life has always sucked and has been sucking worse lately.

Even though, I guess last November’s “let’s kill Anne” day might have been an unconcious suicide attempt.

Anne