Aurora Rush: Gentlemanly Grey

Aurora Rush cover artwork by CallMePlissken

Aurora Rush is wined, dined, and romanced by a rather dashing and gentlemanly alien

Full image and excerpt at This Aurora Rush cover was the work of my friend CallMePlissken for Fannda Flames–an author who writes what are affectionately known as ‘trashy novels.’ Fannda has a small but loyal following and is a favorite of Alynnya Slatefire and her friends. Watch my site for more works by Fannda coming soon…and enjoy the excerpt below!


Excerpt from Mission 33: Gentlemanly Grey

“Ahh, my delectable Miss Aurora, I know you are awake…please open your eyes and behold me.  It is time to prepare you for our date.”

I didn’t hear the voice so much as felt it in my mind, compelling me to emerge from the darkness of a deep sleep.  Without opening my eyes, I assessed my situation as I’d been trained to do.  

  • Lying on my back, check.  
  • Strapped down to a hard surface, check.  
  • Completely naked, check.

In other words, a typical mid-mission assessment. 


See the full image and read more from Fannda’s book on my site here: Aurora Rush: Gentlemanly Grey

And see Aurora’s other adventures here:

Aurora Rush: Taken by Tentacles

Aurora Rush: Synthetic Seductresses

Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 2

Artwork and visual design elements by Alucard’s Spirit

Visit the artist Alucard’s Spirit on deviantArt!


Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 1 HERE


“I insist that you tell me exactly what you did to them–with them–in explicit detail!”  Agent Katie demanded, her pen pressed to the clipboard and at the ready.  She hoped she sounded tough.  She knew the alien Space Toad was responsible for the missing women.

“Ok,” he replied.

Agent Katie was taken aback at the unexpected answer.  “Ok…ok what?”

“Ok, I’ll tell you, in explicit detail.  But I want, how do your earth criminals say…a quid pro quo.”

“What do you want?”  She asked, suspicious of his sudden eagerness to cooperate.

“I want your panties that you’re wearing right now.”

“What?!?!?  No!  I can’t do that!”  Agent Katie was genuinely indignant at the demand.

“Ok.  Then I have nothing more to say to you.  Run away in failure, little perky blonde agent.”

“What?  Wait, no…”  the young agent was really flustered now.  She knew this one case could make her career.  She knew this smug creature wasn’t likely to crack for anyone else under any interrogation.  But she couldn’t compromise her integrity like that, could she?  Could she?

Glob just stayed quiet, watching, waiting.  He could see the turmoil whirling in her mind.  He didn’t even need to give her a nudge.  He knew she would capitulate before she did.

“Fine…but no tricks!” Agent Katie warned.  

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Glob answered.

She hiked up her skirt and reached under it, up behind her back, and began to tug the elastic band of her thong down.

‘Bend at the waist,’ Glob said silently in his own mind, and grinned as the woman did.  ‘Pointed away!’ he added quickly, and watched as she pivoted on her heels so he could watch the thin wisp of cotton slide down the back of her bare legs.  ‘Yessssssss….’

Agent Katie stepped out of the tiny white thong and held it in her hand for a moment.  ‘Am I really going to do this?’ she asked herself.  ‘Yes, you are,’ she heard a voice return.

She pushed a button and the meal-delivery tray popped open.  She deposited her panties inside and sent the tray through to Glob’s side of the containment field.  

He eagerly grabbed them and held them to his nostrils, taking a deep whiff.  He sighed and blinked his eyes a few times.  “I caught your scent, and yours alone, out of 10 people in the room before, but I never imagined it would be so delightful…I’ll never forget it again.”

“Ok yeah, that’s a little creepy,” she murmured.  “Now tell me about the women,” she said, straightening and smoothing her skirt. She didn’t know why he made her so uneasy, like he could see through her.

“Which one?” he said coyly, and dropped the panties on the floor of his cell in front of him.

“Uhh…” Agent Katie said, staring at her panties on the floor.  “Aren’t you going to hide those or put them away somewhere?”

“Why would I?” he asked.  “I think I should leave them right there for all the guards and your boss to see.  I think they’d be impressed I charmed the panties right off you.”

“No!” she cried out, before trying to compose herself.  “Hide those somewhere, now!”

“I don’t see why I would,” he replied.  I’m quite proud of getting them.”

“You can’t…I’d be so…” she looked around furtively, as if already worried someone would walk in and see them.

“Tell you what.  You come in here, and let me smell your hair and skin, and you can have them back.  That’s all, I promise.  Just a sniff, maybe a tiny lick, and you can take them and be on your way.” 

He paused, and narrowed his gaze.  “Or, you could sit down on the bed here beside me and I’ll tell you everything you want to know about the missing women.”

Agent Katie sighed.  He had played her so well.  She was already vested in cracking this case, and he seemed to know it…and now she was compromised with her undergarments lying there in plain view.  She sighed again.  ‘They’re right there, you can do this…’


Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 1 HERE

Close Encounters of the Amphibian Kind, pt. 1

Artwork and visual design elements by Alucard’s Spirit

Agent Katie of S.P.A.N.K. is back, and on an exciting new mission!

Story and images here:


Agent Katie avoided the guards on duty and slipped quietly into the high-value-target room.  She tried to be quiet while approaching the containment cell holding the alien creature, but high heels on a tile floor don’t lend themselves to stealth very well.  

It wouldn’t have mattered much; the alien had ultra-sensitive hearing and the ability to pick up on vibrations.  But more importantly, he’d already been probing the mind of the pretty blonde since the first group interrogation.  He knew she was coming before she opened the door.

Glob the Space toad sat up on his bed and studied her with the appraising eye of a hunter.  He noticed, of course, the way she held her shoulders back, her back straight, and kept her jaw set with no trace of a smile on her lips.  He also noted, however, that her pulse was elevated and that her chest rose and fell in rapid short breaths.  And thanks to his intense scrutiny of her rising bosom, he noted a faint sheen of perspiration in her cleavage.

“Yesss…to what do I owe this pleasure?” he said in a low vibrato voice.  The timber and tone of his voice, as alien as it was, seemed to curl and echo around her.  She might have noticed the hairs on the back of her neck standing up if she wasn’t trying to bravely focus on her plan.

“Mr. Space Toad,” she began, staring down at the sheet on her clipboard as if she hadn’t rehearsed her words a dozen times.  “I’m here to talk about the missing women who…”

“Call me Glob, my dear agent,” he interrupted.

“Mr. Glob…I’m here…”

“No, just Glob.”

“F-fine,” she stammered, already getting flustered.  “Glob.”

“I see you changed your outfit, agent…”  he paused, letting the title hang out there until she gave her name.  As if he didn’t already know it.

“Katie.  I’m Agent Katie, and I’m here to…”

“I see you changed your outfit, Agent Katie.  It’s much more…revealing…than the one you wore in the group sessions this week.”  He grinned a knowing grin.

It was true.  She had put on an exceptionally low-cut and fitted sleeveless top that showed just a peek of midriff, and left her jacket behind.  Her skirt was relatively short for government agency standards, and her heels were above-regulation tall.  

It seemed like a good idea at the time–he obviously had a fondness for human women, and she’d caught him leering at her during the previous interrogations.  Perhaps if she presented herself as prey, she’d get him to give up some information on the prey he’d already taken.

Her intention had been to get the space toad off guard and keep him distracted.  Unfortunately, he seemed to be having that effect upon her.  The alien creature grinned a proud and devious grin.  After all, he was the one who had planted the thought in her head to dress up as prey.

Agent Katie took a deep breath.  “Mr…Glob.  I’m not fooled like my simple-minded male counterparts.  I know you are involved in the disappearances of those women.  I can even envision exactly how you did it!”

“And who–or what–put those ideas in your pretty little head?” he asked patronizingly.  Those subliminal images were also his work.  Some of his better ones, actually.