Her long brown hair gently floating in a mild breeze, beautiful Gabriella Haller-Altman smiled and took a selfie as her husband drove her up a ramp to the top deck of their colony ship the USS New Jupiter Island. When their shiny black convertible reached the top, she took a moment to examine the indoor beach with shiny golden sand, and clear blue water that went right to the edge of the glass dome that separated them fro...

An alternative future. Humans have not invented stable artificial intelligence or consciousness uploading (their software is stuck in the 2000s), but they have made great strides in modifying and augmenting the body. So instead of robots, they have cyborgs. Cyborgs are made from people, it's a completely voluntary process. They give up some of their humanity and versatility in exchange for a longer life, a stronger body,...

Anita is ten years older than Tamara. For as long as they can remember, the sisters have lived in the Slums, the worst slums in San Jose. Their parents came to the city when Anita was a few years old, hoping for a better life. The parents had bad luck and ended up in the Slums. Anita and Tamara grew up among the local children, who were as strong, agile, and ruthless as they were. The other kind did not live long in the S...

"Strawberry!" the Queen proclaimed. And it was so, for Cleaning Day belonged to the Queen. In the cage, the hairy, horny, male glorp, trapped during the height of glorpdom’s rutting season, paced impatiently. His penis swung freely, looking for release. The Queen placed her foot on his cage. "Fear not, my hirsute lover, relief is coming quickly," she said, "High noon tomorrow, in fact." Glorps are named for the glorp-glor...

Two male test subjects from the nineteenth batch of humans were promising. Both of them were fully aroused which was exactly what Alpha wanted. An alien-human hybrid, Alpha was the first of her kind, on an interstellar mission to study the neuroanatomical sexual and physiological response cycles of humans. She had learned that human men were sometimes frightened by the strange circumstances of being abducted and placed in...

Chris closed his dorm room door behind him. He couldn’t get the thing with the crocheting girl out of his head. He felt like he needed to talk to someone about many things, this just being the last in a line of experiences since the change. Brianna had no classes on Fridays and had left for home for the weekend after her last class of the day. Besides, he didn't think she’d enjoy hearing him talk about what made him attra...

Brianna pushed open the door to her dorm room, the three shopping bags dangling from her wrist making a racket as they swung from the motion. She had gotten Chris four bras; they weren’t very good bras, mostly spandex that covered the breasts with little support, but they would be better than nothing. Bras in his size were hard to find. She had also gone shopping for herself. She got some men’s boxer briefs she hoped woul...

Quarrie Balfour slowly climbed the steps of his mansion that led to the second floor. It was early, only a little after ten, but the guests were gone and the house was quiet. He paused to look out the tower window that was half-way up the steps. This house wasn’t a castle, nor was it made of stone, but the architect had attempted to capture some of the characteristics of the Balfour Castle, the family ancestral home which...