Hot House Crustacea
by TheDeviatedPrevert
Two hot women "bond" on a ship with lots and lots of aliens.
Poppy Flower
by TheDeviatedPrevert
One nude cheerleader in a hammock. One big, big flower in the backyard.
The Red Mother
by PulpPistil
Ten years after the second blow, no man can father a child. Five intersex survivors of a wiped tribe take a hire from a juice-farm town: find the masked raiders who have started keeping women, and the name of their new goddess. The five already use each other, mother and grown daughter included. They have held their seed as a secret. The job is supposed to buy them a home. Produced with AI tools.
Competiton is in the Heir
by PulpPistil
A house needs an heir and will not leave it to bloodline talk. Succession is run as a contest: intake first, then scored trials, with a public voice keeping the tally while the rooms stay polite. The tests use sex and violence as the evidence. Bodies are measured, compared, and sent into field rules. Advantage moves. People who are not in the running get used as part of the protocol. The feed calls it selection. Someone is supposed to take the chair. The house already has plans for everything that does not. Produced with AI tools.
Ghost Signal
by PulpPistil
Tes is already underground when the signal wakes up. Six hours. A dead operator’s last map. The kind of score people kill for, according to the voice in her ear that never shows a face. The trunels under the data blocks are narrow, hot, and full of gas that does not care who fires first. Bodies from an earlier fight are still cooling on the way in. Gear is lying where it dropped. Other crews are already moving—city muscle, a loud little cell with a cause, and someone who has a personal reason to be on this channel. Tes came for the cache. Getting to it is not the same problem as leaving with it. The clock does not stop because the tunnels get crowded. Produced using AI tools.
Southlight Oasis
by PulpPistil
A damaged explorer ship puts down at a lush oasis because the hull will not last another jump. The air is breathable. The water is real. The women who live there come out unarmed and already touching each other. They feed the crew. They pour. They undress the way other people shake hands. Sex is part of the welcome, not a side offer, and most of the ship takes it. The captain does not. He sleeps on the metal, eats what he must, and treats the oasis like a delay that should already be over. Repairs keep failing. Days stretch. The women stay close whenever the work is discussed. One crew member starts leaving her suit open and spending her off-hours in the halls. The oasis is very good at making leaving feel unnecessary. Produced using AI tools.
Dragon Slayers
by PulpPistil
The settlement is already sweating when the cameras go live. Vendors, odds boards, bodies on display. Four runners enter a dungeon grown through fungus, crystal, and old violence. One of them talks. One of them performs. One of them shops first and says almost nothing. Public sex and public killing share the same broadcast. The gates are open. The odds are moving. Whatever waits at the center is not explained in the square. Produced using AI tools.
Vile Hunger 4: One Stroke After Another
by KellyW
With her best years behind her, Dani Jupiter can’t get laid to save her life. That is until the Smiling Man from TV makes her an offer: save our species from extinction in exchange for a life of endless pleasure. Being a total slut (by her own admission) it is an offer Dani could hardly refuse. And that is when the trouble starts.