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My first story here. No vore. No gore. No Lewd. Just some sweet wholesome characters loving on each other.
I could write better, I know, but this isn't what I normally do. I'm still figuring out my style and how this site works (on the creator's side). Now, when I make future installments with these two characters, they will get lewd, just note not every story will be just that.
I'm going to plop the story down here in the description because... I'm not sure how all of this works just yet.
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In an overgrown, dilapidated, pre-collapse Festival Inn, on the third floor laid a mouse, and she looked deathly ill. Her face, flushed from color, her breaths would always end in a coughing fit, her temperature was always fluctuating, she’d be too cold one minute, too hot the next, always feeling light-headed, her stomach and legs cramping periodically. She looked as though she was dying from the plague that killed over three-quarters of the planet a year or so ago, she just wasn’t coughing up blood… yet…
Our mouse, despite being so sick, she was far from alone. Just down the hall, there stood her only companion. An alien to Earth. He looked like one of the Fabled humans she only ever saw once, but he was so much taller than one, had horns, skin thicker than bark and tougher than lead, and had a steel blue complexion about him, maybe a more pronounced blue depending on his mood. He stood just down the hall, putting his heavy foot through the door, blowing the secured latches from the door and its frame before beginning a room sweep in a very orderly fashion. Similar to that of a well-disciplined soldier. The room he was making sure was clear was, in fact, clear… Not of a mess or pests, like other, feral rodents, but cleared from people, and pestilence, despite the rodents.
With the room confirmed clear, he entered the hallway, slung his shotgun over his shoulder, as he went back to get her. When he picked up the short woman, she, to neither of their surprise, sputtered a little, before speaking in her weakened tone, “H-Haydreus…?”
As he began making his way back to the room, he looked down, of course, minding his direction as he did so, responded in a quiet, sweet tone, “Yes, Miss Willows?”
Her chin was tilted up, eyes-a-shut as she took a raspy breath “Will you… Won’t you stay tonight? You promise me night after night that you’ll stay… But you never deliver. You always say you’re looking for medicine.”
Haydreus drew a deep breath as he looked upon the weak woman in his arms, shifting himself sideways into the door frame. “That’s because I am, Marley. I can’t simply stand by and watch you mutter in misery. It makes me melancholy.”
“Please, Haydreus… Plea-” the pitiful excuse of a mouse began her coughing fit as the hotel room door was shut with the Alien nudging it with his boot as he carried her to the center of the room, listening but comforting her as she hacked and coughed. Eventually stopping when she was being set back down for the alien to start barricading themselves into the room. Using bed frames tables, chairs, and a TV console. The mattresses were tossed onto the floor for comfort reasons. Better than laying directly on the filth.
There may have been a few more hours of sun but Haydreus slowly crawled onto the mattresses with the sick woman and laid his arm loosely next to her, leaving Marley to find a position that suited her the best. He knew her routine.
Tonight though, her routine was rather quick. Those glasses came off, handed to Haydreus for safe keeping, popped open her canteen the best she could to replace some lost fluids, capped it, then rested her head onto his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his torso the best she could before beginning to already nod off. The alien himself looked out the main window, looking east to the distant, golden mountains as some cold, spring wind began blowing in. He whispered to Marley, “Hun, I’ll stay for tonight, but… I will get up to start a little fire here in a few hours.”
She let out a long, tired yawn and made an attempt to speak. “O… Okay… I’ll be up by again by then…” and by then her eyes were closed, leaving Haydreus to think for a few hours. And to look at his little bag of herbs.
To himself he spoke under his breath, “That was my last ounce of silver… He better not have lied.”
I could write better, I know, but this isn't what I normally do. I'm still figuring out my style and how this site works (on the creator's side). Now, when I make future installments with these two characters, they will get lewd, just note not every story will be just that.
I'm going to plop the story down here in the description because... I'm not sure how all of this works just yet.
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In an overgrown, dilapidated, pre-collapse Festival Inn, on the third floor laid a mouse, and she looked deathly ill. Her face, flushed from color, her breaths would always end in a coughing fit, her temperature was always fluctuating, she’d be too cold one minute, too hot the next, always feeling light-headed, her stomach and legs cramping periodically. She looked as though she was dying from the plague that killed over three-quarters of the planet a year or so ago, she just wasn’t coughing up blood… yet…
Our mouse, despite being so sick, she was far from alone. Just down the hall, there stood her only companion. An alien to Earth. He looked like one of the Fabled humans she only ever saw once, but he was so much taller than one, had horns, skin thicker than bark and tougher than lead, and had a steel blue complexion about him, maybe a more pronounced blue depending on his mood. He stood just down the hall, putting his heavy foot through the door, blowing the secured latches from the door and its frame before beginning a room sweep in a very orderly fashion. Similar to that of a well-disciplined soldier. The room he was making sure was clear was, in fact, clear… Not of a mess or pests, like other, feral rodents, but cleared from people, and pestilence, despite the rodents.
With the room confirmed clear, he entered the hallway, slung his shotgun over his shoulder, as he went back to get her. When he picked up the short woman, she, to neither of their surprise, sputtered a little, before speaking in her weakened tone, “H-Haydreus…?”
As he began making his way back to the room, he looked down, of course, minding his direction as he did so, responded in a quiet, sweet tone, “Yes, Miss Willows?”
Her chin was tilted up, eyes-a-shut as she took a raspy breath “Will you… Won’t you stay tonight? You promise me night after night that you’ll stay… But you never deliver. You always say you’re looking for medicine.”
Haydreus drew a deep breath as he looked upon the weak woman in his arms, shifting himself sideways into the door frame. “That’s because I am, Marley. I can’t simply stand by and watch you mutter in misery. It makes me melancholy.”
“Please, Haydreus… Plea-” the pitiful excuse of a mouse began her coughing fit as the hotel room door was shut with the Alien nudging it with his boot as he carried her to the center of the room, listening but comforting her as she hacked and coughed. Eventually stopping when she was being set back down for the alien to start barricading themselves into the room. Using bed frames tables, chairs, and a TV console. The mattresses were tossed onto the floor for comfort reasons. Better than laying directly on the filth.
There may have been a few more hours of sun but Haydreus slowly crawled onto the mattresses with the sick woman and laid his arm loosely next to her, leaving Marley to find a position that suited her the best. He knew her routine.
Tonight though, her routine was rather quick. Those glasses came off, handed to Haydreus for safe keeping, popped open her canteen the best she could to replace some lost fluids, capped it, then rested her head onto his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his torso the best she could before beginning to already nod off. The alien himself looked out the main window, looking east to the distant, golden mountains as some cold, spring wind began blowing in. He whispered to Marley, “Hun, I’ll stay for tonight, but… I will get up to start a little fire here in a few hours.”
She let out a long, tired yawn and made an attempt to speak. “O… Okay… I’ll be up by again by then…” and by then her eyes were closed, leaving Haydreus to think for a few hours. And to look at his little bag of herbs.
To himself he spoke under his breath, “That was my last ounce of silver… He better not have lied.”
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Multiple characters
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That is actually how hings normally go; people normally upload their stories in normal formats then plop the text of the story in the description. That avoids the needs of downloading.
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