Verdock spared Amonna one last glance, pitying her exhausted and battered form writhing with invisible rage, betrayal, and confusion inside the decontamination chamber, before he turned and walked away away.
A heavy sigh escaped him, one clearly laden with regret.
Security Drone ‘Machinator’ was waiting for him at the end of the hallway, optic sensor array trained on his face.
“ . . . Sir?”
The mechan...
2019-02-13 04:21:17 +0000 UTC View PostReally, all things considered, the first 24 hours were the worst.
This is from both the perspective of the crew aboard The Three Stones but also all of Humanity; the dread weight of the problem just floating right above you hung around everyone’s neck, plunging them into the icy cold ocean of anxiety and despair.
Granted, The Three Stones spent most of this time orbiting over the planet, scanning it and parsing as much information as possible ...
2019-02-09 03:13:04 +0000 UTC View Post
So here's the first art we've got done for They are Smol! And... I like it. It's not 100% fully on point, but I think it's absolutely a step in the right direction.
This art was made possible by y'all, the Patrons - and every dollar that you give us goes right back into making things like this for you guys, cause ilu. <3
2019-02-07 21:59:04 +0000 UTC View Post
They’d promised him adventure. They’d promised camaraderie, hardship, and stable pay. Honestly, what had sold him were the virtues of honest silver and regular food, but he tried not to let on that was the case. He’d been christened as Jonathan Thatcher, a bastard by birth, and later by disposition, he’d taken to the life of a sailor like a fish to water. Only idiomatically though, as he had never actually learned to swim. It had really only mattered once, and his y...
2019-02-06 22:52:43 +0000 UTC View Post
Cas felt nothing. Which . . . was a surprise, because she certainly thought she should be feeling something. Then came a sort of fuzzy feeling, followed by a sensation of itching in places she was fairly certain didn’t exist. Her sensor feeds began trickling along again, slowly at first, slowly building up until her perception of the world was more or less accurate again. Corridor? Check. Deck plates? Against her face. Cat? Very angry. Very hissy. Very s...
2019-02-06 03:57:38 +0000 UTC View PostFirst Contact Procedures, broadly, were meant to do three specific things:
(1) To ensure the safety and security of your home species
(2) To determine the intentions and capabilities of the discovered species
(3) To begin peaceful communications in a slow, deliberate way
And since First Contact Procedures were the part of the book that you scribbled notes over, that was basically the sum total of every mariner’s knowledge of them. To The Three Stones’ cred...
2019-02-01 04:47:09 +0000 UTC View Post
Cas decided that she hated running. Not because it was tiring, or anything ridiculously organic like that, but because of the amount of flailing involved. Hurling herself from one foot to the other, tottering along like some chaos pendulum stabilized only by several complex mathematic subroutines and a solid understanding of the laws of motion. She had a gut feeling that she’d done Darren a great disservice in that regard, now that she was having to do some runni...
2019-01-30 04:51:53 +0000 UTC View Post
So there was just one outtake and this was it.
2019-01-30 01:56:44 +0000 UTC View Post
BEHOLD, THE LEGEND OF TRASH DINO~!!!
And/or what a $20 patreon budget'll get ya.
Want more? Let me know! Hit me up fam. Toss me a note. Drop me a line. Ree at meeeeeee
2019-01-26 20:15:34 +0000 UTC View PostHey hey! It's the second time of the month again! Vote now on your phones for the free lewd that non-patrons get to enjoy as well!
For this month, we're splitting the vote up between not only partner options but also universe options as well.
Also be aware This is a quick poll - so vote soon. We end on Sunday!
2019-01-25 20:38:54 +0000 UTC View Post“Ok, I want you to - yes, drop that here please, thank you - I want you to say that again to me, very slowly.” The Man In The Tower said, waving his hand at his assistant. He placed the latest intelligence binder on the corner of the director’s desk and promptly walked out of the room.
“Look, Mike, I am not fucking with you here.”
“I know you’re not; you boys spot the Chinese up there before we do, and we appreciate that. I’m just-” The Man In the Tower ...
2019-01-25 04:24:41 +0000 UTC View Post
Darren had never been much of a bird person.
He always found that birds themselves were terrible pets characterized by an over-fondness of making horrible sounds and smells, all the while being functionally incapable of displaying any kind of affection for their owners. Whether or not he was correct about terrestrial birds was immaterial at this point, because he wasn’t likely to ever see a pet bird, someone who owned a pet bird, or someone that was g...
2019-01-24 23:02:01 +0000 UTC View Post
From Selene to Io and back.
That’s all it was. From Selene to Io and back; launch from the second most populous lunar city, do a microskip - more like a hop, really - to io, scan the moon for lithium and then come back. Low cost to Earth’s Reparation Resource Budget, and might even scout out a couple good new places for some orbital mining.
In, out, 5 days tops.
“And you are certain that these capacitors were charging just fine before we lau...
2019-01-20 21:46:49 +0000 UTC View PostWhat the Karnakians learned long ago is that there’s no better teacher than experience.
Oh, sure, there was absolutely a time and a place for universities and other institutions of higher learning - especially in the theoretical or theological divisions - but when it came down to brass tacks, it was always better to have someone who’s spent 5 years failing and learning under supervision take the lead than someone who’s only read about it do so.
“|…and if we account for t...
2019-01-18 02:07:39 +0000 UTC View Post
“Rise and shine, little Cas. There’s just so much to say, and so little time to say it in.”
The C.A.S.I.I. unit self-designated ‘Cas’ was slow to rouse. Basic systems began their startup cycles piecemeal, and critical processes were acting . . . lethargic.
She felt groggy. Sick, if it were possible. Which it shouldn’t be, she corrected herself quickly.
“Now is not the time to be telling yourself what is ...
2019-01-16 03:40:10 +0000 UTC View PostWe called it ‘Oumuamua.
‘Oumuama is Hawaiian, and means “a scout or messenger from the distant past.” This is what historians would later refer to as ‘an incredibly ironic turn of phrase’ as well as being an apt name, for ‘Oumuamua was indeed a messenger from the distant past.
‘Oumuamua looked like rust.
It looked like rust because its surface was composed of primordial metals that had been baked for hundreds of thousands, if not millions of years of...
2019-01-11 03:56:00 +0000 UTC View PostAmonna grimaced as the stink of the maintenance deck washed over her. A mixture of ozone, oil, and stale air that was almost entirely dehumidified to better preserve electronics stung at her gills. She could hear the sound of heavy industrial machinery at work in the dark around her, the cavernous space clanging, thumping, grinding and clattering away. All of the machinery that kept the station a habitable place for the 25,000 or so organic lifeforms that called Waystation LS-49 home was buil...
2019-01-09 05:56:23 +0000 UTC View PostHey patronis! I just wanted to let you know that I'm travelling for business this week - I fly out Monday and fly back home Wednesday. This means that I might be posting Techincally Sentient late, and that I might be posting They are Smol: Battle for Dirt late too... it all depends on how much free time and what I need to get done this week.
But I wanted to keep y'all updated. <3
2019-01-07 14:33:18 +0000 UTC View PostYou know what time it is. Awww YEAH you do.
It's time for the B I S E X U A L M A S T E R S to awaken!
2019-01-06 00:45:26 +0000 UTC View Post
Swipe.
Scan.
Approve.
Swipe.
Scan.
Approve.
Swipe.
Scan.
Approve.
Sigh.
Amonna was having a bad day.
First, she woke up gasping because she floated to the top of her sleep tank. That meant she was gaining weight. Second, it also meant there was a ring of salt crust around her snout from where it poked above the top of her tank, and getting it scrubbed off had taken the majority of the time ...
2019-01-04 01:34:34 +0000 UTC View Post
Smol lang syne
Well everyone, Happy New Year!
I hope this story will have you all giggling like idiots at your holiday party tonight - it’s one of our longer oneshots, and is also happily our second lewd story of the month! You degenerates.
We’re over 100 Patrons, and their support is helping us not only spin up a website (soon tm) but also to buy official art (coming Jan 31st at latest!) and all sorts of other nifty/nice things. Please ...
2019-01-01 01:59:50 +0000 UTC View Post
Merry Christmas to all the smolreaders! It’s been a wild few months, and I’ve been blessed to have y’all with me as we explore the smolniverse. We’ve grown to almost 100 patrons, we’re at 174 members on the Discord - and then all of you that keep tuning in every week or so, well. You’re here too, and I’m very thankful for it.
I also wanted to apologize for the late post - I got (and still am) super-sick, so what should’ve taken a few hours to put toget...
2018-12-24 22:30:41 +0000 UTC View PostDarren grumbled softly.
He was getting a lot of wide eyed looks from the throng of various aliens he essentially towered over, though they may have just not have been able to help it with eyes the size of grapefruit in their heads. Accordingly, it was surprisingly dark inside the station, like a mall after closing . . . if the mall was made entirely of brushed steel, it was after hours, and largely populated by little grey men.
The only light he could s...
2018-12-19 02:47:33 +0000 UTC View PostIt's exactly what you see on the tin. You can vote for multiple, by the way.
2018-12-17 15:27:38 +0000 UTC View Post...this is the third fucking time I've built this poll.
>TFW people think that you know what you're doing
Anyway. This is the vote for the characters in the next free-post lewd! The vote for fetishes will be up soon after.
2018-12-17 15:18:57 +0000 UTC View PostLight Bondage, Dom/sub, Oral, semi-public sex, M/F.
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“[It’s not good enough.]”
Zac hit the mat with a meaty thud, red-faced and out of breath. His nemesis swayed gently above him, indifferent to his attempts.
“I - hah - I’m trying-”
“[And I’m just saying, it’s not good enough.]” his Jornissian trainer, Ksseth’Sarrthiss sai...
2018-12-16 22:21:24 +0000 UTC View Post
It was a foolish, stupid dare.
It was a foolish, stupid dare and Tom was stupid for taking it.
Te’Piak’Yc had no idea how stupid Tom was, however, and was ruffling her feathers in the closest human equivalent of ‘twiddling her thumbs’. Tom practically leapt up from the hallway couch once she passed by, and had been standing in her way for the past 5 minutes; since she was a courteous Karnaki...
2018-12-14 02:38:51 +0000 UTC View PostZarniac the Lesser blinked his nictitating membranes in a mixture of annoyance and fatigue. Annoyance from the corrections he had been forced to make to their expedition path, as the route-helper AI had bungled their slingshot of Cygnus X-1, and fatigue from having to walk halfway across Waystation LS-49 to file the findings of their last expedition.
It seemed to him that his life’s work was not in fact to explore new worlds, document new life-forms, and write the scholarly pa...
2018-12-12 03:15:37 +0000 UTC View Post*Tic-tak tic-tak tic-tak*
Everyone has their little distractions.
*Tic-tak tic-tak tic-tak*
Some count tiles. Others play with their hands, a bracelet - or a ring. It’s called a “self-soothing gesture”, if you’re interested in the psychology of it.
*Tic-tak tic-tak tic-tak*
Sr. Senator Mateus Carvalho Araujo was a “fidgeter” - mainly, he needed something to occupy his hands when he was nervous, anxious, or just plain bored.<...
2018-12-07 02:11:56 +0000 UTC View Post'PLEASE REMAIN CALM.'
Darren Higgs had very little reason to remain calm at that moment, however. He had just been bathed in blinding light, frozen half to death, nearly boiled in his own skin, bombarded by a stream of colored dots, dashes, circles, triangles, and things he couldn't even recognize, kept in absolute darkness for nearly 15 minutes, stripped naked by invisible hands, and then misted from head to toe in something that s...