Commission for technophile34
This one was interesting to write, as this takes place within his robot doll setting. An infographic he linked me can be found here >>> http://www.furaffinity.net/view/29268958/
DISCLAIMER: The mother/daughter relationship is solely another term for a master/pet relationship and is NOT incest; there is also “gore” in this story as well. However, because they’re both robots and would only be programmed to feel emotions and pain, I do not have an issue writing about these two topics; if the characters were made up of flesh and bone and not metal and wires, this story wouldn’t exist.
Based on a concept by technophile34
Likeness of characters © Nintendo
Story © yours truly
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I wanted to write a prequel to my story “Runaways.” While I do like how that one started, I felt like the beginning could’ve used more. However, it would also make for a good coming-out story on its own.
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It was time. She fought against it for so long she couldn’t hide her secret anymore. For years, she kept her love for Rebecca from her mother. Amber knew her mother would freak out, drunk or sober, if she knew her only daughter was also attracted to women. She would be furious if she knew Rebecca wasn’t the same species of Humanalia
, beings that look like animals but with a human-like posture and basic body structure. Amber’s ex-girlfriend was a rabbit, not a rat like her or her mother. Continue reading
This was originally part of the 100 Themes Challenge that I stopped doing due to college starting up at the time. Lately however, I decided to look back on my entries for it and see which ones I could polish up. This is one of them.
Also, this story is the most reflective I’ve gotten in my fiction writing; there are quite a few parallels between what’s contained here and my own life.
Marked “Mature” due to a slur, even though it was used sarcastically.
“It’s been twenty years,” Zach thought to himself. He lied there in his briefs on his bed on a lazy Saturday morning. He was in that state of waking up where you would be wide awake, but you didn’t want to get out of bed just yet. “It’s been twenty years since he left me…since he left us.” Continue reading