This month has three specific projects in the works, with one to be completed quite soon.

Let me tell you about the Dreamer Moths. Lovely creatures, really... they were inspired by a picture by DemeterServant at https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57969433/. Lovely art style, very fun content.

Field Experiment, a story featuring these, should be out by the end of the week.

I have a HUGE commission from Ravasker with their lovely fennec Nella, entitled Just Another Normal Uneventful Stint. Though it features a rather unusual and startlingly strange creature, and like most of my creations, it's going to end with the poor fennec full of alien insectoid babies, the story is still very lighthearted. It's going to be split into three parts, and sadly, none of you will see ANY of them until the whole project is done... that is unless you're a Subscriber, and the first is actually ready.

The third is another commission, this one for  Realis, and it involves the return of the Celosan. Entitled Precious Cargo, it tells of the tale of EbonRea, a hired to pilot a cargo ship, ostensibly filled with food supplies for livestock. An accident on one of her jumps forces her to crash-land on an unidentified planet. It's then that she discovers that not only is the food she was transporting completely inedible to her... she was secretly carrying a live celosan! Knowing at least some of the lore around the creatures, but not quite enough, she chooses to give herself to it rather than starve.

Field Experiment, by the way, features a character owned by one of my subscribers, who won the chance to be featured in a story with them. Once a month I run a raffle, and if I'm in the process of creating a new creature, or even using an old favourite, if I don't have a particular character in mind, I'll run a raffle on my discord to determine who gets to be the subject. If I have nothing going, the raffle gives 2000 words toward a commission, which at my current rates is about $40 off a story.

And... the last, if I can get to it. Damnation Without Hesitation was so well received that I have just this little teensy snippet for you...


Uninterrupted Damnation

Director Shulat had done the unthinkable. He'd rescued Marika. He'd taken her from the warm embrace of her birthing room. She'd been on the cusp of becoming something incredible, something beautiful. As her body had changed, her understanding of what she'd been in the process of being changed into had grown, and with it the contentment. The discomfort had been incredible, almost maddening, but her brood had begun to stir inside her, reassuring her that she had a purpose so much greater than she'd ever had before.

And then it had been torn away from her. Weeks of recovery, weeks of gene therapy, had left her finally able to face the director's wrath. He'd said was lucky she hadn't suffered criminal repercussions for her stunt. Instead, she'd been given a worse punishment. She'd been removed from the program entirely and barred from communicating with the study group, left with a mountain of debt for the expenses incurred by her decision to give herself to one of the captive arachnir that her study group had been observing for almost three years.

She'd tried to get past what had happened. She really had. She'd tried to see her decision as something wrong, as something perverse. All that she had been coached to say, all that she'd been told was appropriate, was a mantra in her mind that had long since gone silent. She'd known that where she'd been for those few days in the arachnir's birthing chambers had been where she belonged.

She wondered what her few friends would think when they found themselves unable to contact her. When they looked into her tiny government-provided apartment and found it had not been lived in for days, or even weeks. The trail she'd left had been deliberate... everyone would think she'd ended up in some drug den or captured by slavers, and nobody came back from those.

But where she stood now, the oppressive heat of the jungle around her almost stifling, far warmer than any individual should be able to handle, this was where she'd ended up. Because she'd been on the expedition to capture the wild arachnir that had become the captive nest. She'd known where the wild nest was. She, alone, telling nobody, would find the nest and make of herself an offering. Whether she was torn to shreds by a predator before that happened, or whether one of the arachnir saw her and took her, she would never leave the jungle.