This very sensual sexy image created by Alucard. Go check out his page!
@AlucardsSpirit decided to put Agent Katie into a Druuna-like outfit and scene! I love it!
Of course it got me thinking about how a scene like this might have come about…
I tossed and turned in my bunk. The waking dream had felt so real. Just like so many others the last several nights.
Of course ‘night’ is relative when you’re in a windowless environment…it’s just another period marked by the digital clocks and calendars mounted on the walls.
In this last dream I was Druuna, one of my favorite damsels from those saucy old Italian graphic novels. I was alone, wandering the corridors of a derelict spacecraft, unsure of where I was, but with an acute sense there was unknown danger around me.
Also just like Druuna, I was barely clothed. To be honest, that wasn’t too unusual for me in my dreams OR my real life, but in this case I was wearing Druuna’s typical ragged cropped tee shirt and high-waisted thong panties.
With all those specific details, the dream had felt so very, VERY real.
I’d found the bridge of the ship in my dream and had sent out an emergency SOS. Perhaps I’d be able to hide out somewhere until rescue could arrive. But it was quite unnerving that I found no sign of the former crew, and nothing amiss in the ship. No signs of panic or emergency.
That was when I heard the noises from the aft of the ship. Noises that repeated, getting louder…and closer.
I began to run, trying to remember the parts of the ship I’d already explored. Where had I seen those escape pods? I needed to get there, and fast!
Rounding a corner, I saw the red tentacles of some unseen beast slithering along the bulkhead wall toward me. I whirled and started running back the way I came, only to see more tentacles approaching from the last corridor I’d been in.
I was surrounded, trapped. There was no mistaking their intentions: they were coming for me.
I remember hoping that I would wake from my dream before I learned what had happened to the ship’s crew…or shared their fate.
What do you think, everyone?
Has Agent Katie woken from a remarkably vivid dream? Is it possible she’s still dreaming?
Or…are her memories real? Not memories of a dream, but of something she’s not yet aware she actually experienced?
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Full image and excerpt at Katied.life. 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 13: Taken by Tentacles
I swatted furiously at the tendrils making their way into my skin-tight space-suit. If they found their way inside, it would be–
I clenched down with my thighs pressed together, trying to keep the invader from getting any deeper. I could feel it pulsing, prodding, probing, prying me apart as it plunged inside my–
I shuddered as the surging of the throbbing thrusting appendage sent peals of pleasure rolling through me. My eyelids fluttered and I momentarily lost focus on the fight.
This quick vignette was inspired by watching @CallMePlissken draw the accompanying artwork live on stream last weekend. I can’t take full credit for all the ideas…there were a few others on the stream who were contributing ideas and details to the overall backstory besides just me. I took from the best of our ideas, put a few twists of my own on the tale, and typed it up!
The following is an excerpt; the full vignette is here:
“Jessie…I don’t understand? Why? Are you trying to feed me to some evil creatures or offer me as tribute to them?”
Jessie looked down at me from her perch on the bridge above. She twirled a free lock of my hair between her fingers (the rest of my hair was diabolically knotted around a rail of the bridge).
“Oh, no, Aly…like I said, I just want to introduce you to my friends. They will want to have as much fun with you as I am having. Speaking of them, I should probably summon them now.”
“Uhh..Jessie?” I was staring in mild alarm at the water suddenly roiling faster than before. “Are your friends…uhh…friendly?”
“Of course, Aly! We all want to get to know you more…intimately.”