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- 609 - Ep 493 The Bacteria that Evolved on the Trip to Zebulon 83 by Patrick Mannus
This month's patron-funded story is "The Bacteria that Evolved on the Trip to Zebulon 83" by Patrick Mannus. It's narrated by Nobilis Reed.
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Charlie didn't think much of the reports of cancer-related deaths on the Zebulon-83 colony ship. They were sad to hear people had died, sure, but to Charlie, the deaths weren't personally more upsetting than the radiation-related leukemia deaths after the toxic train spill. If anything, they were more pissed about the train spill deaths because that was the government's negligence at work. The Zebulon-83 deaths seemed like just bad luck as a result of transit-related radiation exposure during cryopreservation.
Charlie took slightly more notice when it came out that all the Zebulon cancers were prostate, breast, ovarian, and endometrial. Not so much because that meant anything to them scientifically speaking, but because it was just kind of odd. Charlie worked in IT, but even they could recognize that it was unusual for the cancers to cluster like that.
When it came out that the cause of the unusual cancer clustering was unregulated growth of hormone-altering intestinal bacteria that had evolved during the flight to Zebulon-83, and that said same bacteria could be directed to change people's genders more effectively than any hormone supplements, Charlie sat up and took notice.
They sent the article to a fellow comms satellite IT specialist. They didn’t work for the same company, but even though it was a growing field, there were still few enough of them that you just knew the other commsatties. And Charlie had always kind of had a crush on Morgan.
Morg. Check it out. Interesting tech coming out of that Zebulon-83 colony ship.
When they’d met at a commsatty conference, which was really just a place to use illicit and non-illicit substances and talk shit about the companies they worked for and all the exploits they had over the companies if they were ever wrongfully terminated, Charlie had been drawn to Morgan. They just got the sense of a kindred spirit. When your body was not always the right fit for your soul, you could see the same mismatch in others. And Charlie had seen that in Morgan.
Sun, 24 Mar 2024 - 18min - 608 - Ep 492 The Fishbowl by C Lenz
This month's patron-funded story is The Fishbowl by C Lenz. It's narrated by Vivienne Ferrari.
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“This is a bit public, isn’t it?”
“As public as it gets, babe,” Lily replied. The small plexiglass dome affectionately known as the Fishbowl jutted out of the space station, letting them float above earth. The observation deck was theoretically available to all employees, but most didn’t spend their time off looking at a planet they may never set foot on again. “All those billionaires still rich enough to live on the planet can see us.”
“My parents aren’t billionaires, and they live down there,” Cass said.
“Well, maybe they shouldn’t have kicked you out. Then they wouldn’t be subjected to this show.”
Lily ducked her head down. In zero gravity, she had to keep her arms wrapped around Cass’s thighs to keep herself in position.
Sat, 24 Feb 2024 - 18min - 607 - Ep 491 Blackberry Picking by Daniel Stride
This month's story is "Blackberry Picking" by Daniel Stride, narrated by Calyopi Utterances.
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The baking heat of late summer was upon her, and the flies were out. Iris wiped the sweat from her brow, and stuffed another blackberry between her teeth. She knew she shouldn’t. The more blackberries she ate herself, the longer she’d take to fill the basket, and the longer she’d need to stay out in the sun. But she couldn’t resist the temptation. The berries hung amid the thorns, juicy and succulent. She thrust her hand back into the bush, and grabbed a couple more. The thorns scratched, but the prize was worth it. The sweet, tart taste ran over her tongue. Delightful.
But her fingers were now sticky with berry juice, and the sweat was running again. And there were the flies, hovering and buzzing. Never mind her miserably half-full basket.
This was hotter than last summer, by far. Or any of the seventeen other summers of her life.
Maybe it was the terrible lack of wind. Other times, the salty tang from the south – the sea lay two days’ donkey-ride from her village – might have relieved Iris’ pain. But today? The air hung like a hazy and listless shroud. To be trapped outside on such an afternoon, why, it was like being cooked alive inside a brazen maze. A maze choked with bushes and thorns.
Iris gritted her teeth. A plan formed in her mind.
The festivities of Sungit were yet tomorrow night. She could nap in the shade for a few hours, at least until the coolness of evening. Then she’d fill her basket, and hurry home. Her mother might grumble, but her mother wasn’t out in the afternoon heat. She was bowing and scraping before Sungit’s stone altar, along with all the other mothers. So long as Iris delivered a basketful of blackberries by nightfall, that was what mattered.
Besides, the visiting Priest ate half the fruit offerings before the ceremony, and the goddess never seemed to mind. Sungit felt generous these days. The harvest had not failed in a full twelve years, and the grain ran plentiful.
Iris’ heart fluttered, as she glanced around her. There was no-one in sight, nor could she hear anyone talking or singing. Perhaps everyone else thought similarly: the day was just too hot.
Sat, 13 Jan 2024 - 42min - 606 - Ep 490 In the Tower Tangled by Lynne Sargent
This month's patron-funded story is In the Tower Tangled by Lynne Sargent. It's narrated by Jo Bennett.
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Sat, 30 Dec 2023 - 34min - 605 - Ep 489 Midnight Swim by PM Amaras and Paul DriggereSat, 18 Nov 2023 - 29min
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This month's patron-funded story is Leviathan by Steven Guy. It's narrated by Vivienne Ferrari.
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Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook or press down his tongue with cord?
Can you put a rope in his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook?
Will he make many pleas to you? Will he speak to you soft words?
Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant forever?
Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you put him on a leash for your girls?”
Job 41:1 - 5
A week before Lent a star fell from heaven. The light of its burning lit the sister’s bedroom through their window and woke them from a deep and dreamless sleep. Christine leapt from the bed and pressed her face to the window.
A miracle, she cried. A miracle that we should see a star fall.
Her sister stayed by the bed and took to her knees in prayer.
It has landed not far, Christine shouted. Perhaps in the pasture near to the river. Come. Run. Let us find it. A star falls from heaven - it will be of silver and gold. We are newly rich.
Her sister shook her head and remained upon her knees. It is an evil omen sister, she whispered, to see such a star fall. Close your eyes. Remember your prayers.
But Christine took her sister by the hand and led her out, both still in the thin shifts they slept in. Spring was not yet in bloom and it was cold. Their breath hung in a thousand tiny crystals as they ran to the pasture near the river. The smell of smoke was in the air and just as they ran out of breath and began to walk, they found a man – or rather, they found a man of sorts. He lay on his side at the end of a deep furrow that smelled both a little of wet earth and of a blacksmith’s forge. The furrow was no doubt from the mighty fury of his fall and he was unconscious and curled up like a child. His skin was a peculiar red in color – he seemed to be burnt or dyed to some shade between ochre and aubergine. His feet were blackened stumps and his hands black too, save for his palms which were the grey color of ash. On the whole, he looked charred, like the wood at the bottom of the charcoal maker’s pit, and yet his chest rose and fell. He was alive and breathed like a man.
Sat, 14 Oct 2023 - 36min - 603 - Ep 487 Dragon Enough by Genevieve Amsterdam
This month's patron-funded story is Dragon Enough by Genevieve Amsterdam. It's narrated by Vic.
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Sat, 23 Sep 2023 - 29min - 602 - Ep 486 Sacrifice by J Aster
This month's free story is "Sacrifice" by J Aster. It's narrated by Chooch Schubert.
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Sun, 23 Jul 2023 - 18min - 601 - Ep 485 Apple of Sodom by Plangdi Neple
This month's patron-funded story is "Apple of Sodom" by Plangdi Neple. It's narrated by Bisi Alimi.
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Sat, 10 Jun 2023 - 39min - 600 - Ep 484 Three Installs by Genevieve Amsterdam
This month's story is "Three Installs" a cyborg threesome story by Genevieve Amsterdam, narrated by Louise Cooksey.
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Sat, 20 May 2023 - 24min - 599 - Ep 483 - The Lion Tamer by Cecilia Tan
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Yes, Steven, yes, feel the power of the blood. You must control it or it will control you.
I circle him slowly, and his blindfolded eyes still turn toward me, like a flower blindly following the sun. He cannot move his head far, not with his wrists bound above his head. His cheek meets his upper arm as I pass behind him, swishing the whip as I go.
I continue around, and he turns his face toward the other side, listening to the slight whisper of the leather tail against the floor and the steady, slow tap of my heels. How much of him at this moment is animal, instinctively following the sounds of danger... or maybe the scent of food, of my blood? And how much of him is intelligent being, calculating when I will strike, anticipating what I will say, and how to react?
I brush a gloved finger over his bare nipple and he moans, a sound that seems to send a vibration straight between my legs. He is so hungry right now, not for blood--he's had plenty of that--but for everything I have promised. Control, discipline, ecstasy, and release.
A fine sheen of red appears on his chest. His body still reacts much the way a normal 28-year-old man's would, only now he has only blood instead of sweat, only blood instead of semen or tears. I cluck my tongue. "Control the blood," I whisper, for that is what he is here to prove he can do.
Sat, 22 Apr 2023 - 25min - 598 - Ep 482 Pasiphae's Lover by Stephani Maari Booker
This month's patron-funded story is Pasiphae's Lover by Stephani Maari Booker. It's narrated by Violet Jade.
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Sat, 25 Mar 2023 - 31min - 597 - Ep 481 - One Summer Evening by A N Tate
This month's patron-funded story is "One Summer Evening" by A. N. Tate. It's narrated by Nobilis Reed.
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Sat, 25 Feb 2023 - 31min - 596 - Ep 480 Feeling Sheepish by Eccho Steem
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I have the greatest master who ever lived. He’s always so nice and gentle with me. Ever since I was a little lamb girl. Especially now when it comes to shearing day. I love days like these so much. Not only do I get the satisfaction of being sheared, but if I’m good, I get a little reward from him. And it just so happens that both of the criterias have been met.
I sit on my little stool, patiently waiting for him to prepare his shears. Once he does, he pets me on the head and says,
“Ready?”
“Yeah,” I answer back with a giggle,
“Now, remember, it’s still early, so we’re gonna need to be really quiet, ok?” “Yes, master.”
“Good.”
He turns on the shears and gets started. It’s always a remarkable sensation. Especially when it starts. They’re cold, but not unbearable, they vibrate, but because of certain adjustments that he’s made to them, it feels more like a massage, and words can’t begin to express the feeling of the air on my newly exposed skin. It’s otherworldly.
He glides the shears from my back to my neck, scraping off the wool from my body. He then takes a moment to trim my hair to the style that I like, a short French bob with bangs. He really is the best. When he’s done with that, he stands me up, moving on to my legs and working up to my butt, watching out for my tail as he knows that it’s the one part that I don’t want to be sheared.
Sat, 21 Jan 2023 - 29min - 595 - Ep 479 The Love you Make by David Hill
This month's patron-funded story is The Love you Make by David Hill. It's narrated by Scottie Calif.
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Harriet wasn’t frightened by the close encounter—at least, honestly, not very much—because she had seen it all before in the movies and on television: the blinding lights in the sky stabbing down toward her car, the problems with the ignition, the headlights, and the other electrical circuitry. The trembling of the earth beneath her tires, the feeling that what she was experiencing was all a dream. Even though, of course, it wasn’t.
What did surprise her was that, after the whole passé rigmarole was over, she hadn’t been abducted. No alien implants, no pointless medical experimentation, no bizarre attempts at communication. The only departure from script—the only thing out of the ordinary—was that, as the ship rose into the night sky on pillars of blue light, one bright beam pointed to the asphalt in front of her Toyota, calling her attention to a small metallic object that had evidently been deposited there just for her.
She got out of the car, picked the thing up, and brought it home. “What do you think it is?” she asked John after describing the strange episode along Pennington Road. “Sure looks like a cock to me,” he answered.
Which it did, being about six inches long and tubular, with two small oval attachments on one end and a tiny vertical slot on the other.
“Be serious.”
“Seriously, Harriet. Maybe it’s some kind of alien dildo. Or maybe it’s an extraterrestrial pocket comb. Who knows? If you want, I’ll take it into town and drop it off with the police. Could be they might figure out what the damned thing is.”
Harriet shook her head, reluctant to relinquish possession of the alien artifact, no matter what it eventually turned out to be.
This question intrigued her for the remainder of the evening. After John left for the ten-to-six shift, she abandoned her usual boring routine of sitcoms, news, and late-night talk shows. Instead she sat on the couch and fiddled with the thing. She turned it over in her hands, wondering what it was, who had made it, how it was used, where it was from, why it had been left there on the road for her. Her husband’s observation stuck in her mind, though, and she couldn’t stop herself from thinking that, yes, the object truly did resemble a penis—albeit a stylized one made out of metal with a matte silver finish. Moreover, she observed, it looked remarkably like John’s very own, being somewhat tapered and almost exactly identical in length. This made her feel nostalgic. And a little randy, too, since—what with the difference in their timetables now that John was working nights—it had been quite a while since their last romantic entanglement.
As a matter of fact, Harriet couldn’t exactly put her finger on just when they’d made love recently. Definitely not within the past couple of weeks.
Had a month or more really gone by? She tried to remember. The very effort of recollection hammered home the point that too long had passed. She ultimately focused on an evening not too different from this one, except that she wasn’t alone. He was there with her, and it was more than obvious what he had on his mind as he caressed her in long, slow, masterful shuddering strokes from shoulder to haunch.
Sat, 24 Dec 2022 - 44min - 594 - Ep 478 The Place Where Heroes are Made by Sarah Ellis
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Sat, 26 Nov 2022 - 32min - 593 - Ep 477 Anything but That by TammyJo Eckhart
This month's story is "Anything but That" by TammyJo Eckhart, narrated by Vivienne Ferrari.
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“That can’t be,” Darina’s whisper froze in her chest as the creature inside the cell snarled and snapped its huge teeth in her direction. She pressed her back against the cool stone wall of the basement and slid down to sit on the floor. She tried to control her breathing, but she just couldn’t seem to get a breath at all, because there was a knot in her throat.
As her eyes adjusted to the dim lights, she identified the creature; a huge wolf, “far bigger than any wolf should be,” her rational mind mused. She realized she was overthinking it and calmed down. She released her breath and took a slow deep one.
Using techniques she trained into her submissives when they panicked, she counted out three slow breaths, but her body seemed frozen.
“Jesus!” she gasped as the beast thrashed wildly, throwing its body around yet barely moving. Why wasn’t it getting any closer to the bars of the cell?
She counted her breathing as she watched it struggle. It finally slumped down and stopped moving. Its heavy, ragged breathing was loud in her ears. Its huge head and gaping fanged mouth turned toward her, and it took in a shuddering breath, nostrils flaring. Was it smelling her? The creature made a whimpering sound and turned its head and the rest of its body awkwardly from her.
Darina found her body suddenly free, but she just sat there staring until the beast glanced back at her, whimpering once more before tucking its head as best it could between its chest and the arm farthest from her. “Is it afraid of me?”
Fight. Flight. Freeze. “Primal responses exist not just in humans, but animals, too,” her brain supplied the facts as she got her legs under her. She pressed her hands against the wall to help her stand up.
The creature flinched as she stood up. It whined as she took one, then two steps closer.
How long were its arms, and was that the right word? Where must she stop so it couldn't reach her if it came at the bars? She took another step, then decided caution was better. Normally she was cautious when approaching new experiences or relationships. She grasped onto her new sub, the reason she was here, to help calm down.
Sat, 22 Oct 2022 - 40min - 592 - Ep 476 Something in the Way by Amelia Coulon
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Fri, 16 Sep 2022 - 40min - 591 - Ep 475 Carnival of Sensation by Nobilis Reed
This month's patron-funded story is "Carnival of Sensation" by Nobilis Reed. It's narrated by the author.
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Gruss had been studying the gravitational fluxes of black hole 459 dash 54 for several hundred thousand seconds when Fandel appeared.
“The secret,” he said, dropping into orbit around Gruss with an abrupt bending of space, “Is authenticity.” That is to say, he expressed his thoughts in quantum encoded radio pulses.
“It’s not a secret if you tell everyone,” said Gruss, “And you tell everyone. Find someone else to tell, you’re warping the event horizon and spoiling my measurements”
Fandel continued undeterred by the observation. “That’s why it’s so important to go back to Origin. For authenticity.” His spherical outer shell glowed in the infrared, absorbing all other frequencies.
Fandel had always been a glutton.
Gruss shifted the neutronium plates of their armature, altering the surface albedo to reflect light away from Fandel, a dismissive gesture. “When do you leave?” they asked, with a tone that indicated they hoped it would be soon.
“Oh, right away,” replied Fandel. “Just as soon as I’ve stored enough energy.”
“Well, don’t let me slow you down,” said Gruss, altering their armatures once again in order to eclipse Fandel as little as possible.
“Thing is, I was hoping…”
Gruss didn’t step into the gap in the conversation. Instead, they let it hang for almost an entire second.
“I was hoping you would come with me.”
“Why in the name of all that’s radiant, would you hold any hope at all in that event?”
Fandel warped again, dropping into an even closer orbit, now close enough that Gruss could feel the gravity differential slightly warping his armatures. “You’re the only one of my friends who has never come to a carnival, and…”
Gruss cut Fandel off with a burst of radio static. “I assure you, that is not true.”
“What? No, if you had been to one, I would have known…”
“No,” said Gruss. “The ‘friend’ part.”
Fandel took on spin. “Oh Gruss, you’re such a kidder.”
“I’m not going with you. It’s a meaningless excursion to a meaningless planet. Origin hasn’t had any relevance since the Upload.”
“It’s where we came from! It’s always relevant. Come with me, you’ll understand. Authenticity.”
“First of all, no, second of all, my mass is several orders of magnitude greater than Origin and I’d warp its structure just by dropping into orbit, third, no.”
“Well, of course we’re not going to go there like this,” Fandel scoffed. “That would be pointless. We’re sending delegates.”
“I do not fork my consciousness,” said Gruss. “That leads to…whatever it is that’s gotten into you.”
“That won’t be necessary. Your delegate will be a remote. I just got the tech from Shoover. It’s just like creating a forked delegate, except instead of a brain, the remote has a real-time transceiver, broadstreaming anywhere within ten thousand light-seconds.”
“They got an RTT small enough to exist on a terrestrial planet surface?”
“I know, they said it was impossible, but Shoover managed it. Here, look.” Fandel opened a high gain multiwave antenna and beamed the idea to Gruss, who spent several seconds reviewing the details, adjusting their armatures several times in contemplation.
“Pretty neat, huh? It uses the planet’s magnetic field as a resonator!”
“I will admit, this tech has promise,” said Gruss.
“Great. We can use my printer.” Fandel transmitted the timesynched coordinates and the encoding protocol.
“Alright, I’ll go—but only because I want to try out this tech.”
Fandel spun up even faster. “You’re not going to regret this!”
By the time the two of them arrived at Origin, Gruss already regretted it.
Sat, 20 Aug 2022 - 31min - 590 - Ep 474 Biohazard by Victoria Frost
This month's patron-funded story is "Biohazard" by Victoria Frost, narrated by Eleanor O'Brien.
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Although the junior adjudicators liked to go out for drinks after work, it didn’t mean they weren’t as boring and pretentious while lounging in the mixed quarter and drinking galactic drinks as they were in the Hall of Justice. U’elh sighed, sipping her drink, and gazed out over the bar, watching Ma'elhian and Humans avoid each other or, very occasionally, mingle.
To her surprise, at the bar she spotted a familiar jawline. She waited until the woman turned.
It was her.
Last week, a Human murderer had been brought to face Ma’elhian judgement. He was accompanied by two Human guards: one a male in a bulky jacket and gloves, and the other a young female, with a strong jaw and watchful eyes, showing no sign that she felt the Hall of Justice’s usual chill.
Usually, there was little reason for Humans to enter the Hall of Justice. They had their own courts and took responsibility for the behavior of their own citizens. But in this case the Ma'elhr clan concerned was not satisfied with Human justice, and the Humans felt enough distaste for the situation that they allowed the transfer of responsibility for the prisoner to the Ma'elhr Adjudicators.
“Monsters,” the prisoner spat at the sight of the Ma’elhian.
U’elh sympathized with his pain. His sister had died horribly, and a Ma’elhr had caused her death. However, as an Adjudicator, U'elh was wary of thinking that the Ma'elhr was "at fault" for her death. Yes, he had infected the girl with his symbiote, but she didn’t know the circumstances of their liaison, and neither did the murderer. Had the girl claimed to be on anti-microbial pills? Had there been an unfortunate accident with the tool the Humans called a 'condom'? Or had the Ma'elhr been one of the ugly and cruel who reveled in the power given to them by biological accident, the ones who intentionally spread death with their seed?
But the two principal parties were dead, and no one was left to answer those questions.
Sat, 23 Jul 2022 - 47min - 589 - Ep 473 The Hallowed Covenant
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Tue, 12 Jul 2022 - 1h 20min - 588 - Announcement: Reorganization
Greetings, listeners! Today, I am announcing a reorganization of the Nobilis Erotica podcast and patreon campaign. In doing this, I’m asking you to step up, and help me do something I’ve needed to do for quite some time. The support tiers have been the same for seven years, and a lot has changed over that time, including in the world of erotic audio.
Quite frankly, the rate that I pay voice talent is just too low. I can get narrators, as you’ve heard, but the rate I’m paying them is a fraction of what they deserve. The going rate for story narration of an hour or less is at the bare minimum two hundred dollars, but with the current podcast budget, I can only afford fifty.
The first change will be that Nobilis Erotica will be accepting advertising. I have had a few sponsored shows in the past, but now each episode will be available for advertisers. Patrons will have access to an ad-free version in the Patreon feed. The sponsors will be vetted by me personally—nothing programmatically added without my supervision—so hopefully the ads will be interesting and relevant.
In addition, starting in September, the monthly bonus audio will be for patrons at the three dollar tier and higher. The one dollar tier will give access to the Discord, but will have no other benefits. Polls will be run at the five dollar tier.If my one dollar patrons step up and crank their pledges to three dollars per month, I’ll have enough money to pay one hundred dollars to voice talent. Adding advertising will hopefully make up the difference. With that, and perhaps some of the free listeners coming on board to get the ad-free version, we can make this work.
And if you’re already at three or five dollars, and you can afford to increase your patronage, that would help too.
Together, we can make the Nobilis Erotica podcast respectable. Heh. Who am I kidding? We can make it more respectable.
Thank you all for your support. Without you, none of what I’ve been able to do here would have been possible.
Tue, 05 Jul 2022 - 02min - 587 - Ep 472 A Star in the Rough by Lex B Griffin
This month's patron-funded story is A Star in the Rough by Lex B Griffin. It's narrated by Nobilis Reed.
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Excerpt:
The JK-10P was a machine quite unlike anything else on the market. Originally a bit of an experimental flop due to the number of oddities in its design, it was meant as 'an exciting, one of a kind solo-driving experience' and configured to mimic a number of now extinct earth animals, none of which had ever been suitable for humans to ride in the first place.
It was a commodity, but… one that apparently no one wanted…
That was just because the things were mind-bogglingly difficult to maneuver.
It took months, even years of training and practice to adapt to the rocking, leaping, and lunging motions the JK-10Ps – or Jackalopes as they came to be known – used to get around. They were excellent for rocky terrain, and an expert rider could make them look elegant in the air.
It's no wonder they became a sport within just a decade of their invention, and just barely fifteen years after the official league association formed, they were invited to the olympics in New Sanfran. Coincidentally, a city of even steeper hills than its namesake.
Anton walked the course the day before the race, eyes wide and mouth agape. It wasn't even traversable on foot. Large rocky outcroppings, uneven straightaways. The Jackalope would eat up the terrain for sure, but if the gravel shifted unexpectedly… Anton would have to pay careful attention to make sure he didn't wipe out at the worst possible moment.
It was perfect.
Just outside the city, where there weren't even roads to smooth the way, peaks and valleys – those pockets of straight aways would let you coax your metal beast into a loping sprint, hands gripped to the 'antler-bars' while your body rode the writhing waves of your steed.
Anton's excitement just to be here was only beaten by his nerves. He was new to the senior league, and this would be only his third appearance on the interstellar circuit. His anxiety was understandable, dammit.
"You'll do great out there tomorrow," Yulia, his girlfriend said, back in their room, calm and patient. She was always the more level-headed of the two of them. Anton loved her utterly for her support, he did, but this time… the olympics were a big deal. He was so early in his career. He could-
"Hush, now," Yulia said again, petting a hand over Anton's shoulder. "Listen to me."
Anton did, blinking and turning to face Yulia, rapt with attention.
"Tomorrow, you're going to go out there, and you're going to ride that monster you call Stella-"
Anton chuckled, he loved his girl, even if her paint job was a little retro.
"And you're going to make every jump, and you're going to wow everyone with your skill and your attention to detail and your focus. And you're going to be proud of that run. That's your only goal. It's your first appearance, you don't need to medal right out the gate. There'll be other chances." Yulia pressed a kiss to Anton's brow.
"And what if I do medal?" Anton teased, knowing Yulia was probably right.
"Hmm…" Yulia pet a speculative hand down Anton's arm and across his belly. "How about this… I'm going to stroke you now, until you're just shy of coming-"
Anton hissed, oh fuck… he knew where this was going…
"And tomorrow, if you're a Good Boy, and do as you're told, then you'll get to come."
Sat, 18 Jun 2022 - 20min - 586 - Ep 471 Ghost of Leather Past by Kat Griffiths
This month's patron-funded story is "Ghost of Leather Past" by Kat Griffiths, narrated by Jem of the Love at First Sighting podcast.
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Sat, 28 May 2022 - 17min - 585 - Ep 470 The Hands of a Princess by Emily L Byrne
This month's patron-funded story is "The Hands of a Princess" by Emily L. Byrne. It's narrated by Christiana Ellis.
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Sat, 23 Apr 2022 - 34min - 584 - Ep 469 Where I End and We Begin, Part 2
Here is the second part of "Where I End and We Begin" by Bernie Mojzes, narrated by myself and Vivienne Ferrari.
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Sat, 26 Mar 2022 - 45min - 583 - Ep 468 Where I End and We Begin Part 1 by Bernie Mojzes
This month we have part one of the tentacle sex breeding story, "Where I End and We Begin" by Bernie Mojzes, narrated by Nobilis Reed and Vivienne Ferrari.
Background audio comes from Tabletop Audio and The Freesound Project.
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Sat, 19 Feb 2022 - 36min - 582 - Ep 467 To Market Part 2 by Elizabeth Schechter
This is the second and final part of "To Market" by Elizabeth Schechter, narrated by Nobilis Reed.
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Sat, 01 Jan 2022 - 21min - 581 - Ep 466 To Market by Elizabeth Schechter
This episode brings us part one of "To Market" by Elizabeth Schechter, narrated by Nobilis Reed. The second part of the story will be posted in early January.
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Sat, 25 Dec 2021 - 29min - 580 - Ep 465 An Un-Conventional Panel on Tentacles with Franklin Veaux and Eunice Hung
A con panel without the con, on the topic of erotic tentacles with Franklin Veaux and Eunice Hung, co-authors of the Passionate Pantheon novel series, and myself, author of the Monster Whisperer series..
Sat, 11 Dec 2021 - 32min - 579 - Ep 464 Moonlit Tidal Wave by Nyla Lustre
This month's patron-funded story is "Moonlit Tidal Wave" by Nyla Lustre, narrated by Jo Bennett. My consentacle novel, "Monster Whisperer: Second Class" has been released in print and ebook by Riverdale Avenue Books! Buy at that link, or search for "Monster Whisperer Second Class" on your favorite ebook retailer.
Sat, 27 Nov 2021 - 53min - 578 - Ep 463 Infernal Machine by Elizabeth Schechter
This month's patron-funded story is "Infernal Machine" by Elizabeth Schechter. This is a gay steampunk inadvertent bondage story.
Narrated by Nobilis Reed
Sat, 16 Oct 2021 - 28min - 577 - Ep 462 The Antidote by Lisabet Sarai
The September patron-funded story is "The Antidote" by Lisabet Sarai, narrated by Louise Cooksey.
“Yeah, I can get it—well, I can tell you where to get it. But it’s expensive.”
Merle and I huddled together on the bench in the 52nd story roof garden of the New Sears Building where we worked. Even here, talking was risky. There were certainly cameras, but mikes were less likely out in the open.
“I’ve been saving. How much do you think it will cost?”
Merle named a figure four times what I had squirreled away.
“Gads, Merle! It’s not gold!”
“No, it’s more valuable than gold. What do you expect? People will pay almost anything for the forbidden.”
I blinked and looked away, not wanting her to see my incipient tears. After a few deep breaths, I thought I could continue the conversation without embarrassing myself. My friend wasn’t fooled.
“You really want this, don’t you, Lena?”
“More than anything.” It was true. I’d been experimenting on my own trying to reverse the effects of the government’s anti-sex interventions, with no success at all.
No one knew exactly how the drugs were delivered. I went two days eating nothing, drinking only rainwater gathered on our unit’s balcony. The fact that Jeff traveled so much for his job had made it easier. I just waited until he was away on one of his trips. Then, physically weak but determined, I hacked through the net filters to one of the most notorious underground porn sites, hosted, according to Merle, in Kazakhstan.
Nothing. I felt nothing. I watched the contortions of the naked bodies, the penetrations and the climaxes, and felt no desire, only a vague, painful sense of loss.
Sat, 11 Sep 2021 - 39min - 576 - Ep 461 Diplomacy by Emily L Byrne
This month's patron-funded story is "Diplomacy" by Emily L Byrne, narrated by Violet Jade.
Captain Bridget O’Halloran smoothed her dress uniform and polished her medals with one sleeve before she pressed the glowing button that would allow her to enter Admiral Chen’s office. She managed not to run a hand through her short red hair before she pressed the button, but only just. The doors slid open and she inhaled deeply before stepping through them in a futile effort to relax.
The admiral’s office was just as she remembered it: grey and spartan with only the comp unit’s glow casting any direct light. “Done,” the admiral barked at it and the glow faded to a muted blue. “Lights!” The office flickered into a startling brightness. “O’Halloran!” The admiral’s dark eyes took in her brisk salute and her medals with a “Humph! All right, Captain. At ease.”
She relaxed her spine slightly and stood awaiting his orders, a wary look on her face. What did the old coot want this time? Last time she’d been in here, 3 cycles ago, it was because she’d volunteered to infiltrate the Lyrizi navy as an agent. She’d succeeded but the cost had been high. The burn scar that ran the length of her ribs throbbed a little at the memory.
Chen gave her a fierce glare. “All right, Captain. We’ve only got a few minutes. There’s trouble again in the Arment system about the selerinite clauses in the treaty.” He paused as if he wanted to see if she was still paying attention.
Bridget stood up a little straighter, copper brows drawn together in a sharp frown. “Without the selerinite our ships will be grounded within two Earth months. This is what we went to war with the Lyrizi to prevent. So you’re sending us to Arment to deal with it?”
“Not you. Let me make myself clear, O’Halloran. The Confederation Council has appointed a new ambassador and a diplomatic team to resolve the matter. I can’t say I approve of their choice but then, they didn’t ask me. Just drop them off and give them any support they need. Don’t let your personal feelings get in the way. That clear?”
The door slid open behind Bridget with a nearly silent hiss. She forced herself not to look directly at the intruder until ze stopped beside her. Not like she could see anything past the other’s hood anyway. She shifted her weight, wondering what kind of ambassador came with a warning label from her commander.
Chen got a lot more formal. “Captain O’Halloran, you have your orders. This is Hight Isandre, the Confederation’s new ambassador to Arment. Once you arrive at Arment, you will provide all necessary support for her and the rest of her team before returning to base. No nonregulation maneuvers this time.”
Bridget let the tiniest of smiles curl her lips and saluted with vigor. Hight, huh? And a female, too. That was a surprise. From the gossipvids, she always figured that Highborn women of any galactic species spent all their time getting gene modifications and sampling every mind-altering substance in the galaxy. Admiral Chen scowled at her, breaking into her thoughts. “Yes sir!” He nodded his dismissal and she turned smartly and left, the ambassador at her heels.
Once the door shut behind them, she turned to get her first good look at her passenger and almost yelled in surprise. Greenie her mind screamed and she nearly reached for her blaster, hands shaking just a little. The Lyrizi female looked back at her from gorgeous amber eyes that nearly glowed under pale green eyebrows against a background of dark green skin. One of those eyebrows quirked upward as the captain tried to recover her composure.
Sat, 28 Aug 2021 - 49min - 575 - Ep 460 An excerpt from Mind Games by Cecilia Tan
This episode is an excerpt from the audiobook "Mind Games" by Cecilia Tan, narrated by Freya Copeland, available exclusively on Scribd.
Sat, 21 Aug 2021 - 15min - 574 - Ep 459 Solitaire by M Christian
This month's Patron-funded story is "Solitaire" by M. Christian, narrated by Nobilis Reed.
We've made a bunch of progress toward the goal of funding a two-part full-cast recording of a brand new story by Bernie Mojzes, but we still need your help! Join up at the Nobilis Erotica Patreon campaign.
Sat, 24 Jul 2021 - 24min - 573 - Ep 458 Chapter 1 of My Wild Card by Nobilis Reed
Here is a taste of what you will be able to find in the Nobilis Erotica patreon campaign. This is chapter 1 of my erotic transformation serial, "My Wild Card."
Tue, 06 Jul 2021 - 28min - 572 - Ep 457 Like a Bat out of Hell by A T Lander
June's Patron-funded story is"Like a Bat Out of Hell", a kinky straight short by A T Lander. It's narrated by Vivienne Ferrari.
This month, I'm also announcing an ambitious new project; this fall I will be producing a new two-part story by Bernie Mojzes, the brilliant author of "Ink" which we presented back in episode 263. It's going to take a lot to produce it, however, as it includes a huge orgy with two tentacle monsters and a bunch of humans, so it really needs a full cast recording. If we can get the Patreon campaign up to $300 by the end of July, this can happen.
Hell was horrible.
Of course it was supposed to be horrible for the damned souls trapped there. All the screaming and torture and everything else went with the territory, and every demon in the place seemed to love it. Every demon but Aerys.
She hated the stink of sulfur, the baking heat of the lava pits, the sounds coming from the torture chambers. She wasn’t squeamish, per se, but she felt none of the sadistic joy her fellows clearly did at human suffering. She just wanted a cup of tea, a pretty dress, maybe some flowers or a bath with lavender soap. She’d seen such things in the mortal realm on her brief visits, but could never have them in Hell, never even speak of them. If Aerys’s inner softness, her dislike for killing and desire for comfort was discovered, she would go from respected Greater Demon to some Prince’s weakling torture-toy.
So Aerys pretended. She wore armor of leather and spikes, cackled as evilly as she could manage and hoped every moment to get summoned to the mortal realm. She was usually just giving people money, power or one less enemy to worry about, but it was still a break from the stink and the screams and the stress of faking her own enjoyment.
The latest summoning was powerful and precise, tugging Aerys from a flame-wreathed promenade and into a cool, candle-lit room. She breathed a soft sigh, smelling incense, dried herbs, ink and musty parchment; the scents of a wizard’s workshop. Hopefully her summoner would want her for complex magical advice or killing someone on another continent, anything that would let her bask in this realm for a decent amount of time.
Speaking of her summoner, he looked surprisingly young and handsome for one so skilled. He had long blonde hair in a messy ponytail, intense blue eyes and high, regal cheekbones. Long, clever fingers held his arcane tome, and his frame was tall and slim. The wind of her appearance ruffled his floor-length robes and made the candles flicker, but he didn’t even blink.
She’d always had a thing for human men, but this one was so gorgeous it was unfair.
Sat, 26 Jun 2021 - 37min - 571 - Ep 456 It Came... from Beneath! by Louis Evans
This month's Patron-funded story is "It Came from Beneath" by Louis Evans, narrated by Meredith Matthews.
When the clitoris rose more than two stories high from the San Francisco Bay, someone called the National Guard. The fighter jets screamed out of the southeast, and sonic booms rippled across the city skyline. The clitoris rippled too. Possibly with pleasure?
Colonel Buck Harder, who was watching the clitoris through binoculars from an emergency command post atop the TransAmerica pyramid--San Francisco’s tallest building, and also, fortuitously, its most phallic--had no idea what the spasms meant.
“God damn it, men,” he screamed at his all-male staff, “what is that thing?”
It was obviously a clitoris. I mean, obviously. It was, at this point, nearly fifteen stories tall, largely erect, and completely well defined. Aside from its size, it could have come right out of an anatomy textbook, or a pornographic photoshoot with those uncomfortably invasive camera angles. Any human being with eyes who was familiar with the appearance of a clitoris would have gotten it instantly. They would have said, “oh, yes, that’s a giant clitoris.”
“For the love of god, what is it?” the colonel cried.
The men muttered, sounding collectively like a failing outboard motor. The California National Guard was stumped.
Sat, 29 May 2021 - 15min - 570 - Ep 455 Koi No Yokan by M. Christian
This month's patron-funded story is a multisexual tale of two super-intelligent quantum systems by M. Christian. It's pretty hot.
It’s not easy to say when, exactly, Hirronata Autonomous Suborbital Manufacturing Platform #8, located at the furthest-most point on the Main Equatorial Celestron Tether, fell in love with Tlachtga, the level 9 (on the Klein Autonomous Intelligence Index) system managing the Nous Colony of Wingspread in the region that had, some 50 years previously, been commonly known as Anchorage, Alaska, fell in love.
The flirting between the two had started innocently enough: a shifting digit or two in a Product Shipping Assembly Order, a certain amount of what could almost be called sashaying in a parachute-delivered cargo drop, that, in time, led to what could have been called clearer signals: at least, that is, to a pair of ultra-high-level quantum computational systems.
Hirronata Autonomous Suborbital Manufacturing Platform #8, for instance, slipped into its burst-transmitted catalog update which was dismissed by the few humans who still bothered to pay attention to such things, a repeated item listing of a Waveform Integrated Network Kernal (“Wink Wink”).
Tlachtga, in response, “accidentally”--which is what any resident of the Colony would have chalked it up if they’d even noticed it occurring--caused a one second, 2-degree, temperature increase in one of the largest of the geometrically roofed environs it oversaw: a pinkish-hued, and very evident, blush clearly visible to anything in orbit, in particular anything that might happen to be at the end of the Main Equitorial Celestron Tether.
Sat, 17 Apr 2021 - 21min - 569 - Ep 454 Heart's Thief by Emily L. Byrne
This month's patron-funded story is "Heart's Thief" by Emily L. Byrne, narrated by Lauren B. Harris. Welcome to our newest patron, Cleo! Call the voicemail line at (571)297-3325
Ashara slipped through the window, pulling her hook and rope in behind her. The gesture came so easily it was as if she hadn’t just had to climb the wall and pick the lock. All around her, the room was still and dark as an abyss and the night breeze sent a light shiver over her exposed arms. She wondered why she sensed no guards, no magical alarms.
After all, she had come for the Heart of El Kyraz, a ruby big as a man’s fist. It was said that the stone had great powers if one had the strength to command it. Surely a gem merchant of Sher Kalia’s status would at least have mortal guards to protect such a jewel. Rumor held that she’d had one of the most famous wizards in the city as her lover. She’d have asked for wards, have asked him to send the cold blue light of his power around her most cherished possessions. The price of such protection would have been nothing more than pillow talk to someone as wealthy as Kalia.
Sat, 13 Mar 2021 - 33min - 568 - Ep 453 My Heart Beats Backwards by Neil James Hudson
This month's patron-funded story is "My Heart Beats Backwards" by Neil James Hudson, narrated by Nobilis Reed.
I still hadn’t mastered walking backwards. It looked simple, but after a short while became exhausting. Nonetheless, it was an essential skill if I were to pass as normal.
I could manage speech. It had been difficult at first, but with the help of a radio and tape recorder I’d been able to work out which sounds were which when reversed--it wasn’t always obvious. Once I’d worked out how to listen backwards and understand what was being said, I found that I could pronounce the syllables in reverse myself, and be understood--although I preferred to keep conversations short, as I could never predict what had just been said.
I looked around me. It still looked strange: an entire city in reverse, walking backwards while looking forwards but somehow never colliding. It was difficult to remember that I was the odd one out: that everyone else lived normally, but I had gone into reverse gear.
I sighed, and set off again, slower than everyone else. I tried to avoid them, but I simply wasn’t fluent. I would hear tuts and grunts, warnings that I was about to bump into someone.
Behind me I heard sobbing. I would have liked to stop and help, but it was impossible when you lived as I did. I heard a woman’s voice: it was difficult to translate it through the tears, but I realised she was saying, “you don’t even know you’re leaving!”
I ignored her. She seemed to be walking backwards in the same direction as me, so we were unlikely to collide.
“You don’t even know you’re leaving!” she shouted again. And then the single word, “no!”
And then I felt her grab my arm, and realised that I was in trouble. I turned to face her.
“You don’t even know who I am!” she said.
Sat, 20 Feb 2021 - 25min - 567 - Ep 452 Extra Credit by Nyla Lustre
This month's patron-funded story comes to us from Nyla Lustre, and is read for us by Opoponax of the Flash Pulp podcast.
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Macy took one of the flyers pinned to the bulletin board outside the psychology lab and carefully tucked it into her canvas backpack. She wasn’t doing as well as she had hoped in her abnormal psychology class and could use both the extra points and extra cash. She’d never had Dr. Farough for any of her classes, but she’d heard that he was an eccentric teacher.
After her last class of the day, she headed over to the faculty building and wound her way down an ancient staircase to the basement level. The dim lighting overhead made the corridor look extra creepy. She only saw one light on, spilling through a half opened door. Crossing her fingers that she hadn’t made the journey for nothing, she crept up to the door. Dr. Farough was on the phone, whispering.
“I know I said it’d be ready next month, but more testing is needed,” he said, nervously tapping his fingers against his desk. As if sensing her presence, he turned to the door and motioned that she sit in an uncomfortable lumpy chair on the other side of his scarred wooden desk.
Sat, 16 Jan 2021 - 29min - 566 - Ep 451 Hard Sci Fi by S Wolf
This month's patron-funded story is "Hard Sci Fi" by S. Wolf, read by Nobilis Reed.
They say you're not a real spaceman until you've fucked a guy in zero-g.
Easy enough to screw in the habitation pod with centrifugal force plus a hunk keeping you pinned to the bed and panting. But leave the pod and things get much more difficult. For every action, an opposite reaction. For each thrust, you will deflect backwards, and coast until you smash into something. By the time you've slowed down, any number of things could happen. You could shatter a limb. Or spin out into space. Or hit the wrong bulkhead and detonate a fuel tank. Or lose your boner. Only a true astronaut can fuck while calculating Newtonian physics.
Technically, I was still a cadet when Sunglow suggested we leave the habitation pylon for some fun. But Sunglow had been an starfarer for twenty standard years and if he said you were ready, that was enough for anyone.
Sat, 12 Dec 2020 - 13min - 565 - Ep 450 Coyote and the Principles of Things by Piper
This month's Patreon-funded story is "Coyote and the Principles of Things" by Piper, read by Jhada Addams.
Sat, 21 Nov 2020 - 10min - 564 - Ep 449 Kintsugi by M Christian
October's patron-funded story is "Kintsugi" by M. Christian. This BDSM-flavored bisexual social science fiction story is read by Yours Truly, Nobilis Reed.
To help pay the authors and voices that create these stories, visit patreon.com/nobilis.
Sat, 17 Oct 2020 - 34min - 563 - Ep 448 Chapter One of Monster Whisperer Third Party
This extra episode is chapter one of Monster Whisperer: Third Party, the third book in my Monster Whisperer series. This novel is going out as bonus content for supporters of the Nobilis Erotica Patreon campaign.
Sat, 03 Oct 2020 - 26min - 562 - Ep 447 A Certain Tantarii by Andra Dill
This month's patron-funded story is "A Certain Tantarii" by Andra Dill, narrated by Scottie Calif.
Starting this month, supporters of the Patreon campaign will be getting chapters of the third book in my Monster Whisperer series, "Monster Whisperer Third Class"
Sat, 19 Sep 2020 - 48min - 561 - Ep 446 In the Arms of the Deep by Nobilis Reed
This month's story is a "command performance" story funded by patron Arioch Morningstar, who signed up on the $100 level for a story written to his specifications. If you want a story like this, go to the Nobilis Erotica Patreon campaign. Or if that's a bit pricey for you, there are plenty of options for your budget.
Sat, 29 Aug 2020 - 24min - 560 - Ep 445 Accursed by Lynne Sargent
This month's patron-funded story is "Accursed" by Lynne Sargent, read by Lauren Harris.
It finally happens one night. As she’s always been told it would. Sure, she thought that it had happened before- but she was mistaken.
Haven’t we all been?
But no, this time it happens.
They are in bed. It is a work night, and she is riding him again. They try to rotate positions, for many reasons: excitement, change, because the magazine told them to so they feel like they should. It doesn’t much matter to her, though; Mostly they all feel the same. But not this time. This time the thunder cracks outside and she feels herself crack with it.
he is conjoined with him one moment; the next she is sound. And now she knows what it is supposed to feel like.
As it reverberates through her body she keeps on plodding, rolling her hips over the valley between his thighs until his face contorts the same way she supposes hers must have. How funny, that he did not notice. That he still does not notice, but of course he is asleep before she has even dismounted.
He snores, but that night it is the echoes of the thunder that she hears in her dreams.
Sat, 25 Jul 2020 - 23min - 559 - Ep 444 Dino Space Pirates by Stu Chebooch
This month's patron-funded story is "Dino Space Pirates" by Stu Chebooch, narrated by Nobilis Reed.
The ship hung derelict in space. Puffs of gas escaped intermittently from the hull. Its drive engine lay ripped open, inner parts exposed. The fuel had long since evaporated.
Inside the hull, two people were working. “Crap,” said Marianne Vega. She pushed back from the machine she had been working on, holding out the soldering iron. “There's hardly any battery power left. This will keep life support going for another few hours. Maybe five, if we're lucky.”
Peggy Terrid took the soldering iron and put it back on the work table. It clattered slowly in the low gravity. “How about a distress call, Captain Vega?”
“No good,” she replied. “The hyperwave fried during our last call. If anyone had heard us, they'd be here by now. It was a war zone, after all, we're the last thing they'll be thinking about. We could send radio waves, but they won't be received for months. We'll be long dead. Us and our 25 passengers.” She looked at the soldering iron. “We may as well turn off the rest of the gravity. Divert everything to life support.”
As Peggy packed up the tool box, Marianne Vega placed a hand on her shoulder. “Dismissed, Lieutenant. I'll be on the Bridge. Do as you see fit.”
“If it's all the same, I'll be there with you, Captain,” Peggy replied.
Captain Vega made it to the bridge before the gravity cut out. She strapped herself into her Captain's chair. Eighteen adults and their children had put their trust in her to get them out of the war zone. “It should have worked, damn it,” she muttered. “One lousy stray shot.”
Peggy Terrid came onto the Bridge. “Gravity out in two minutes,” she announced, then took a seat at the navigator's station. The gravity lessened, then went to free fall. The lights dimmed. Captain Vega drifted, then began to doze.
Minutes passed, and rolled into hours. Her head drifted to one side in the microgravity, weightless. Her eyes blinked, then squeezed open. A red light was blinking on the console.
“Peggy...” she started. But Peggy was already on it.
“Incoming signal, Captain,” she said briskly. Her swiftly moving fingers activated the console.
Captain Vega straightened in her chair. “Full lights. Onscreen.”
“Ahoy, the ship!” called a voice.
“Dinos...” Peggy said in a low whisper.
“Captain Skraark of the Free Wind,” he announced. Reptilian skin covered a massive face. The nose protruded from a combined mouth and snout. His crest extended well above his head. The scale of the other ship was hard to discern from the viewscreen, but Dinos were usually over eight feet tall.
Captain Skraark waved a scaly hand. The claws on his fingers extended for several inches and looked very sharp. “What is your status?”
“See for yourself,” Captain Vega replied.
“Yes. Yes, we have,” he replied. “We actually came in for salvage, then noticed a faint signal of active life support. How many are you?”
“Twenty seven,” she replied. “Two crew, the rest passenger. What do you seek?” she asked.
“We offer the usual deal,” he replied.
“I've heard of your terms,” she responded.
“Well then,” he went on. “If you agree to the deal, then find your volunteer.”
“I just want to be sure that my passengers will be safe.”
“Captain!” he exclaimed. “We are...free traders...but we have our honor. None of our species has ever reneged on this deal.”
“Screen off,” Peggy announced. She swiveled her chair to face Captain Vega. “You can't be serious! I've heard Alliance soldiers talk about their...deal! Death here on the ship would be better.”
“I might choose that for myself,” said Captain Vega. “And accept your choice as well. But there are twenty five other people counting on me.” She pulled her clothing to make herself as formal as possible. “Screen on.”
Reluctantly, Peggy pressed the controls to reactivate the communication link.
“Captain Skraark, I accept your offer,” announced Marianne Vega stiffly.
Sat, 20 Jun 2020 - 24min - 558 - Ep 443 Kentaurida by Mason Hawthorne
May's Patron-funded episode (yes, I know it's late) is "Kentaurida" by Mason Hawthorne, narrated by Nobilis Reed.
In the grey predawn the dense, ancient forest pressing right up to the edge of the road looms over George, as he picks his way along, careful not to turn an ankle in the deep ruts left by farmers carts and post wagons. He’s heard that this forest is untouched since ancient times, the last virgin wild lands this side of the continent, powerfully haunted, according to the common folk, and a stronghold of the old gods.
It is cold, and the stars glitter in the sky, the husk of the setting moon is all the light George has to find the marker he was told of. It is an old thing, standing as tall as a man, the carved stone weathered by the centuries. The head on top is still well formed, and Hermes’ sly, gleeful smile beams from atop its square pillar. As George approaches he can make out, at the appropriate height, a carved penis standing at a jaunty angle from a stylised bush of pubic hair. He stops in front of it, and reaches out to touch the stone penis for good luck.
Turning from the herm, he tightens the straps of his pack and fords his way into the forest. It is black under the cover of the trees, even the moon’s feeble light lost, he strains to see the obstacles in his path, and more than once loses his footing on the slick leaf litter and uneven coils of roots. Soon, George is breathless with exertion, and sweating; his shirt clings to his skin. Clammy and chilled, he must pause for a moment to tug his collar away from his throat and adjust his pack.
It is so quiet, even the birds are silent; there’s not a sound aside from his laboured breathing and the crunch of dried leaves under his boots. George fits his fist against his side to ease the ache in his ribs, and a prickle crawls up the nape of his neck. What is that sense of hushed watchfulness that surrounds him? Why does it feel as though his every move is being scrutinised? George shakes himself off like a dog—isn’t it silly to believe all those folk superstitions—he squares his shoulders and carries on, labouring up the slope.
But then, he is here because he believes in the folk tales. Because they say that beyond the curses and malevolent spirits, there was the chance to gain a miraculous cure, or the power of divination, or a dozen other such boons. The cure is all he wants, some kind of treatment. If he has come all this way to find nothing, he thinks he may as well die.
Thu, 04 Jun 2020 - 27min - 557 - Ep 442 Dirty Mad Libs at Balticon 54
Here is the annual event we hold at Balticon every year, plague or no plague. This year our madlibbers are Stephanie Burke, Valerie Griswold-Ford, Grig Larson and Charlie Brown.
Wed, 27 May 2020 - 43min - 556 - Ep 441 Arachne by Emily L Byrne
This month's patron-funded story is "Arachne" by Emily L. Byrne, read by Jo Bennett.
Sat, 25 Apr 2020 - 26min - 555 - Ep 440 Sauce for the Gander pt 2
This is the second (and final) half of "Sauce for the Gander" written by Nobilis Reed and narrated by Vivienne Ferrari.
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Sat, 07 Mar 2020 - 29min - 554 - Ep 439 Sauce for the Gander part 1
This story was commissioned by a Patreon supporter who generously signed up at the $100 level. It's a story set in the Monster Whisperer universe, narrated by Vivienne Ferrari.
Sat, 22 Feb 2020 - 30min - 553 - Ep 438 Salt Water by Alexander Whitman
Happy 13th birthday! This podcast is now a teenager. This month's story is "Salt Water" by Alexander Whitman, narrated by Nobilis Reed.
Sat, 18 Jan 2020 - 31min - 552 - Ep 437 - Bell House Invitation by M Christian
This month's patron-sponsored story is "Bell House Invitation" by M. Christian, narrated by Michael Robbins. This is an excerpt from "Hard Drive: The Best Sci Fi Erotica of M. Christian"
Sat, 14 Dec 2019 - 32min - 551 - Ep 436 We Sail by Night by Gustavo Bondoni
This month's patron-funded story is a straight erotic horror tale by Gustavo Bondoni.
The narrator is Nobilis Reed.
Patrons are now receiving episodes of a popular public domain planetary romance that has been "de-expurgated" by Nobilis Reed. Join up at patreon.com/nobilis to hear at least two chapters a month.
Sat, 16 Nov 2019 - 28min - 550 - Ep 435 A Dance of Queens by Sacchi Green
This month's Patron-funded story is "A Dance of Queens" by Sacchi Green, narrated by Nikki Delgado. After the story, there's an excerpt from a new podcast, "Fuck Humans"
Sat, 12 Oct 2019 - 44min - 549 - Ep 434 Suburban Fantasy by Nobilis ReedSat, 14 Sep 2019 - 34min
- 548 - Ep 433 Spawning Ground by Julie Cox
This month's patron-funded story is "Spawning Grounds" by Julie Cox, narrated by Nikki Delgado.
I shifted my weight back and forth and stretched my wings, fidgeting, rolling them in their sockets. I still wasn't used to them; they were new, only a few months old. The feathers had finally come in all the way, the central shafts opening like strange mottled brown blossoms. They were lighter than they looked, but I still had trouble with my balance. I knocked into things. These days, I was far more graceful in the air.
“Angela, you gotta relax,” Ester said as she tightened the straps of my backpack. “You’re going to be alright. Some tentacle monsters are scary, but Celpin are as docile as they come.”
I nodded. I knew that better than she did; I was the park ranger, after all. She might study them in the lab, but I watched them day after day. I’d watched their numbers dwindle, falling as the birds they cooperated with for spawning disappeared along with so many other species on the planet. Climate change was a bitch. At least this time it was because of a volcanic event, and wasn’t our species mucking about that did it.
“You’ll be ok,” she said again, but I think she was talking more to herself than to me.
“I’m ready,” I said.
“I’ll be waiting when you get back.” She wasn’t looking at me. She was nervous and didn't want me to see it. “Break a leg.”
I stepped to the edge of the ledge, opened my wings, and jumped.
Sat, 17 Aug 2019 - 28min - 547 - Ep 432 Arvent4299 by R. Tusker
This month's patron-sponsored story is "Arvent4299" by R. Tusker, read by Violet Jade.
"Arvent4299. That's my access password," said N-04, her synthesized voice not betraying a hint of nervousness. Her client nearly spat out his drink in response, not expecting a serious answer to his question.
"Wait, hang on. That's a joke, right? You're joking." Her client chuckled, setting his stein on the bar counter. "Let me guess. I try to hack you with that password and it'll blow up my tablet. Or it's actually your kill code and you'll go 'Destroy All Humans' on me." N-04 frowned, the glare of her faintly glowing eyes cutting through the murkiness of the lounge.
"The assumption that all synths have a kill code has caused an undue amount of stress for human-synth relations. I gave you my access password, and I will revoke it if you continue to act so foolishly. Or if you’re not bold enough to use it." N-04 sat and watched the TV as the client paused and tentatively pulled out his tablet. Porn was on. There was never anything but porn on in these hookup lounges.
All things considered, this side gig could have been worse. The pay was decent, and the benefits were amazing, with free access to a human-synth relations agent, subsidies for maintenance costs, and access to a server for mind-uploading. All you had to do is bend over and let corporate perverts with more money than charm have their way with you. Technically, all a client paid for was your company for the evening, but the more of yourself you gave up, the better the payout, as long as client uses what you offer. Most synths stick to the baseline, some light conversation and maybe a handie, but N-04 had aspirations, and aspirations need more than 14 credits an hour.
"Holy shit," her date whispered, breaking her line of thought. "I'm in."
"Took you long enough. You have access to most of my operating system. You can change whatever you wish, do whatever suits what fantasies lie in that little head of yours. As long as you don't break the the terms of the contract you signed with Escortcorp. So nothing against the law, no messing up my clothing, and no denting my chassis." The client looked back and forth between N-04 and his tablet, his bemusement clear on his face.
"Why?" he finally sputtered out.
"Because it's either this, cancelling this appointment or listening to you blather on about fantasy football all night. This is the only route that actually seems fun." She smiled cattily. These sort of nights always went better when she poked fun at the client. Always getting mad, going overboard and getting hit with a massive bill. "So go on. Dominate me. Impress me." The client scowled and began to frantically peck away at his tablet, his bemusement turning into indignation. After a few moments, N-04's arm locked at the elbow and jerked roughly upwards, then downwards.
"So, this is your fetish, huh?" she quipped. "You must like your handjobs super intense."
"Do you mind?" he growled. "I'm testing the movement controls."
"If it took you that long to pull that off, I should probably go home. By the time you figure out how to really fuck me up, it'll be--" N-04 was cut off as the client, roughly controlling one limb at a time, managed to force her body off of the bar stool and stand it up. She sneered at him as he locked her into a pseudo T-pose and rotated her. Leering at the hot pink minidress and nylons - the standard uniform for greeters at her actual job- and the curvy body of metal, plastic and synthflesh that lay beneath.
"You done twirling me around like a Barbie?" she sniped. The client grinned and pressed a few buttons. Slowly, N-04 bent over the bar, her dress riding up her hips until the bottom of her underwear, a pink thong, came into view. He brushed his hand against her ass tentatively and a shock ran through her body.
Sat, 20 Jul 2019 - 23min - 546 - Ep 431 Having Her for Tea by Harley Easton
This is "Having Her for Tea" a straight BDSM story by Harley Easton, narrated by Terry of the Smut Podcast. This episode is sponsored by the generous patronage of Nobilis Erotica listeners.
Sat, 22 Jun 2019 - 32min - 545 - Ep 430 Dirty Mad Libs at Balticon 53
This is the "Dirty Mad Libs" panel we did at Balticon 53, featuring the prose-distorting skills of Laura "Spence" Nicole, Starla Huchton, and Stephanie Burke. If you've got the Nobilis Erotica Podcast App on your phone, look in the "Extras" section for the unedited version in all its two hour glory. This includes all of the calling out of parts of speech, responses from the audience, and of course the Stupid Viking Drinking Game.
Sat, 08 Jun 2019 - 45min - 544 - Ep 429 An Unnatural Gift of Nature by T R Mortenson
This month's patron-supported episode is a female solo-ish story by T R Mortenson, narrated by Louise Cooksey. The Nobilis Erotica Patreon Campaign is SOOO close to the $150 mark we can taste it! Will you be the patron who takes us over the top?
Sat, 25 May 2019 - 25min - 543 - Ep 428 Right Where I Want You by Brantwijn Serrah
This month's patron-sponsored story is "Right Where I Want You" a superhero femdom story by Brantwijn Serrah, narrated by Nobilis Reed. The Nobilis Erotica Patreon campaign is TANTALIZINGLY close to the $150 mark where I'll be able to afford to pay authors $50 per story.
Sat, 20 Apr 2019 - 36min - 542 - Ep 427 Last Bite Before Dawn by Michael M Jones
This lesbian vampire story was written by Michael M Jones and is read for us by Vivienne Ferrari.
This episode was brought to you by the generous patronage of Nobilis Erotica listeners.
Sat, 23 Mar 2019 - 38min - 541 - Episode 426 Quality Assurance by Selbryth Lannigan
This month's Literotica-sponsored episode is "Quality Assurance" by Selbryth Lannigan, narrated by Nobilis Reed.
Listen through to the end for a special announcement!
Sat, 02 Mar 2019 - 37min - 540 - Ep. 425 Equinox by Brantwijn Serrah
This episode is sponsored by Literotica. "Equinox" was written by Brantwijn Serrah and is read for us here by Scottie Calif. If you like Scottie's voice, you can hear her narrate "Freespire Nights" on Audible. Listen through to the end for a short promo for the Smut Podcast.
Sat, 16 Feb 2019 - 1h 05min - 539 - Episode 424 The Chemical Trace of Amour... by Roger Leatherwood
The Patreon funded story for February is "The Chemical Trace of Amour in The Solar Winds, Like Lilacs on a Desert Breeze" by Roger Leatherwood. It's read by Nobilis Reed.
We thought the aliens would come to visit us one day. That we wouldn't be the ones to go out into space and find them. Because we never had the resources to do true, extensive interplanetary travel. The government was forever stuck in domestic policies and snafus, by which I mean earth-bound. Politics and international tensions prevented all but a few face-saving and performative probes from leaving our atmosphere to orbit, possibly land on foreign objects and other planets as some grand statement of man's supposed legacy to conquer the universe. Or at least, the closest parsec of it.
But even then, our satellites and probes would dig in the dust of Saturn's moons and find rhodium. Or gold. Or liquified krypton. Which would stop all attempts at further exploration and turn the exercise into how to best mine, transport and exploit the new motherlodes.
So when the aliens finally presented themselves, making themselves visible after, what they claimed were months of observation beforehand, it was expected, obvious and in a way a relief for the officials in our command office.
Particularly Capt. Lightheart. He had an aggressive idea the aliens would be militaristic and come in hard and without warning. Lightheart, a fellow more misnamed than anyone I'd ever met, kept insisting we wouldn't be ready to take on the aliens, however much warning and how docile, their sudden appearances might be.
Lightheart had access to high-level surveillance information Bridgette and I didn't have. Ominous radio signals, disturbances in the solar flare patterns, strange bogies sighted in formations over the beaches of Bermuda and Cancun, avoiding scrambled Air Force jets.
Above our pay grade. But Bridgette had a different idea of the aliens. That if they had spent all the energy and time to find us in the solar system, and to come visit us, their intent wouldn’t be simply to destroy us. It would be to understand us. Make friends. Maybe teach us high science concepts.
My view, well, I thought the likelihood of some other species visiting Earth was extremely unlikely. Even though I worked at the Pan-US Extraterrestrial Surveillance Service. I was the press liaison, so I took every bit of news with a grain of salt. Never thought a story too good to be true ever was.
The reason why I was here, at PUSESS where the existence of aliens was the entire point of the organization, was I think I was always attracted to smart girls, and girls like Bridgette, brainy and able to spout equations as easily as recipes for mixed tropical drinks. Those were the kinds of girls who hung around PUSESS. Post-grad docs who loved to dream, read science-fiction and wool-gather around a world in which women were in charge.
Turns out my prediction was much less accurate than Bridgette's, who expected world peace, and Lightheart's, who expected total domination. The truth was a little of both.
Sat, 02 Feb 2019 - 37min - 538 - Episode 423 - The Long Night of Tanya McCray by Michael M Jones
This month's Patreon-funded story is "The Long Night of Tanya McCray" by Michael M. Jones. It's narrated by Louise Cooksey, who is also the narrator for "Incursion at Gene Bunker Four"
I was lost. My guidebook’s maps were either out of date or outright fabrications, my smartphone’s GPS claimed I was somewhere in the Atlantic before running out of power, and every set of directions I’d begged from passersby had led me further into the labyrinthine neighborhood of Puxhill known as the Gaslight District. Now, with night falling, the antique lamps which gave the area its name flickered to life, casting mocking shadows against uncaring brick walls and dark windows. I stood on the corner of two nameless streets--one little more than an alley--and threw up my hands in frustration.
My excursion had started well enough earlier. The Gaslight District had evolved out of Puxhill’s original settlement some centuries past, a chaotic tangle of narrow streets, scenic courtyards, and old buildings. It was a cultural melting pot, a unique blend of backgrounds and beliefs. During the day, you could find treasures and wonders in its tiny groceries, bookstores, and curio shops. Where it bordered the normal parts of the city, like Caravan Street or Tuesday University, you could find popular hangouts and hotspots. My mistake had been in venturing too far off the beaten path. Camera in hand, I went searching for new and interesting shots, not heeding those who said it would be a bad idea.
“Tanya,” I told myself, “this is all well and good, but standing here isn’t helping. Puxhill Through The Lens won’t get finished if you vanish, never to be seen again.” I squared my shoulders, pretended I’d given myself a really good pep talk, and picked a direction. Hopefully, I’d find somewhere still open, where I could get proper directions or use the phone. For all of its many tiny nameless streets, the Gaslight District was still a finite area in a much larger city.
Several blocks later, I wasn’t so sure. Twilight had fallen, and I hadn’t seen a single other person in ages. I pulled my denim jacket close as a chill ran through the air. All I saw were closed doors, dark windows, and capriciously dancing shadows.
The silence broke. Raised voices. Harsh laughter. A pained cry punctuated by a soft thud. Jingling chains and scuffed movements. Common sense told me to head away from what sounded like certain trouble; other instincts urged me around the corner, where certain trouble was already in progress.
Sat, 19 Jan 2019 - 32min - 537 - Episode 422 - Monster Whisperer Second Class
This is the first chapter of "Monster Whisperer Second Class" the sequel to Monster Whisperer. The remaining chapters will be exclusive to the Patreon campaign.
If you want to go back and catch up from the beginning:
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Sat, 12 Jan 2019 - 19min - 536 - Episode 421 - Paper Doll by D. Mark Alderton
This episode of Nobilis Erotica is sponsored by Literotica, the world's most popular online community of self published erotica authors and readers for over 20 years.
"Paper Doll" was written by D. Mark Alderton, and is narrated here by Nobilis Reed.
D. Mark Alderton has been published by Circlet Press, and was co-editor of the recursive collection, "Like a Circlet Editor." In another life he writes for mainstream publications and is the author of several books of fiction and non-fiction. Most of his family and friends would be quite surprised.
"I was in mid-fuck and I was bored.
Not surprising. People think testing and refining 'mates is a dream job. Right? All it is, in most people's minds, is spending every day having sex with partners designed to be perfect, from their vat-grown bodies to the actual people running the simulacra. Not everyone can do this, of course. You have to be able to “read” both the 'mate and the puppetmaster.
The physical signs are obvious: Cardio. Heightened respiration. Flushed skin. Copious lubrication. And, naturally, physical responsiveness. Our clients don't simply want to go through the motions. They could do that without our help. They want to feel it as an authentic experience.
I suppose I'm fortunate in that I have the appropriate “talent” for the job. I can not only check off the physical signs. I can read the mental ones. Is the 'mate making an effort to connect? Since I'm in her mind, I can tell. Is the puppetmaster seeing that she is in the moment, so to speak? The good ones – and I've worked with the best – make you forget this is work for hire. For the half hour or hour that you're together, she not only has eyes only for you, but is becoming increasingly aroused by what you do, and makes sure to let you know it.
This is sex taken to the level of perfection. “Better than the real thing” the ads say. It's being with a 'mate whose goal is not only your pleasure but making sure you know that your ministrations are beyond compare. It's brilliant, really. By making both sides of the physical act flow back to the customer, satisfaction is guaranteed.
We run the alphabet soup of every possible sexual orientation and proclivity, although my specialty is within the range of male/female combinations. I don't know if the men and women who test the male 'mates experience it in quite the same way but then, as you might imagine, this isn't the sort of job where we hang out in the coffee room and compare notes.
So, we'd been going at it for a bit. This 'mate was brunette, a tad plump in the current fashion which is to say in all the right places. She was on her back, her legs wrapped around mine, pulling me into her core. Her nails gently scraped my back and the nape of my neck. Her hot breath was at my right ear as she hissed, “Don't stop! Don't stop.” I could feel her puppetmaster, Ilene, graze my thoughts, looking for clues as to what would really turn me on. We had not been paired before, so this was truly a test run for both of them."
Sat, 05 Jan 2019 - 13min - 535 - Episode 420 - An Incident in Whitechapel by Emily L Byrne
This month's patron-funded story is a lesbian historical piece with a dash of genderfuckery titled "An Incident in Whitechapel" by Emily L Byrne. It's read for us by Joanna Bennett.
Sat, 22 Dec 2018 - 31min - 534 - Episode 419 - The Leshi by Raichyll Mae Fine
This month's Circlet press sponsored story is "The Leshi" by Raichyll Mae Fine, originally published in "Like a Sword: Erotic Tales of High Fantasy," edited by Cecilia Tan.
It's narrated by Nobilis Reed.
Sat, 15 Dec 2018 - 53min - 533 - Episode 418 - The Shock of the New by D Mark Alderton
This month's Circlet-sponsored story is "The Shock of the New" by D Mark Alderton. It originally appeared in "Like that Spark: Erotic Tales of New Relationships" edited by Marcy Harris, published by Circlet Press.
The story is read for us by Erin Kazmark of the Melting Potcast.
Sat, 24 Nov 2018 - 28min - 532 - Episode 417 - The Dryad's Dream, Part 7, ConclusionSat, 10 Nov 2018 - 32min
- 531 - Episode 416 - The Dryad's Dream, Part 6Sat, 03 Nov 2018 - 41min
- 530 - Episode 415 Performance Anxiety by Reina Delacroix
This month's Circlet-sponsored story is "Performance Anxiety" by Reina Delacroix, originally published in "Like an Iron Fist: Dystopian Erotica" from Circlet Press.
It's read by Nobilis Reed.
Sat, 06 Oct 2018 - 39min - 529 - Episode 414 The Dryads Dream Part 5
This week's episode is part 5 of "The Dryad's Dream" by Marjorie Greene, read by Honey Rambler. This episode is sponsored by the patronage of listeners like you!
Sat, 22 Sep 2018 - 24min - 528 - Episode 413 The Bridge by Shanna Germain
This month's Circlet Press sponsored story is "The Bridge" by Shanna Germain, which originally appeared in "Only in the City: Erotic Tales of City Life" edited by Nico Vreeland and Cecilia Tan. It's read by Nobilis Reed.
Sat, 08 Sep 2018 - 30min - 527 - Episode 412 Heavy Weapons and How to Use Them by Armengard
This week, we have another fanfic! "Heavy Weapons and How to Use Them" was written by Armengard and is read for us by longtime fan of the podcast, Sola Balisane.
Sat, 01 Sep 2018 - 38min - 526 - Episode 411 The Dryad's Dream Part 4
This week's episode is part 4 of "The Dryad's Dream" by Marjorie Greene, read by Honey Rambler. REMINDER: Marjorie Greene's stories contain non-consensual monster sex. This one more than usual. Listener discretion is advised. This episode is sponsored by the patronage of listeners like you!
Sat, 18 Aug 2018 - 53min - 525 - Episode 410 Spider Bites by Thomas S Roche
The Circlet Press sponsored story for August is "Spider Bites" by Thomas S Roche, from the anthology "Like Crimson Droplets: Erotic Vampire Stories." It's read by Nobilis Reed. And if you like Circlet Press as much as I do, you'll be interested in the Circlet Press Patreon campaign.
Sat, 04 Aug 2018 - 19min - 524 - Episode 409 Sexting for Wizards by Nobilis ReedSat, 28 Jul 2018 - 20min
- 523 - Episode 408 - The Mistress and the Pea by Cynthia Hamilton
This month's Circlet Press sponsored story is "The Mistress and the Pea" by Cynthia Hamilton, from the anthology "Leather Ever After."
It's read by A. F. Grappin, author of the "Deadly Studies" novella series, and cohost of the "Melting Potcast" short fiction podcast.
Here are the audiobooks mentioned at the end of this podcast: Incursion at Gene Bunker Four
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Sat, 21 Jul 2018 - 39min - 522 - Episode 407 - The Dryad's Dream part 3
This week's episode is part 3 of "The Dryad's Dream" by Marjorie Greene, read by Honey Rambler. This episode is sponsored by the patronage of listeners like you!
Sat, 07 Jul 2018 - 51min - 521 - Episode 406 Double by Nobilis Reed
This week we are presenting "Double: A Tale of Love and Engineering" by Nobilis Reed. This was originally published in "Like a Love Triangle" in 2014, and is reprinted in "Superlative Speculative Erotica," both from Circlet Press. It's read by the author. Use the code "superlative" on the Circlet Press website to get this title at 50% off "Superlative Speculative Erotica"
Sat, 23 Jun 2018 - 25min - 520 - Ep. 405 Dryad's Dream Part 2
This week, we have part 2 of "Dryad's Dream," a serial by Marjorie Greene. It's read for us by Honey Rambler.
Sat, 09 Jun 2018 - 41min - 519 - Ep. 404 Dryad's Dream Part 1
This week, we begin "Dryad's Dream," a serial by Marjorie Greene. This is the sequel to "Dungeon" which we ran starting at episode 369. It's read for us by Honey Rambler.
Sat, 26 May 2018 - 32min - 518 - Special Balticon Message
This is a special message for Nobilis Erotica fans who are going to Balticon this year. In addition to having a few print books you can buy, I will also have little plastic earbud winders called "shrinky kinks" -- you wrap your earbuds around them and they keep the cords from getting tangled up in your pocket. If you want one, just walk up to me at Balticon and say, "I listen to the Nobilis Erotica podcast, and I would like a shrinky-kink." I'll show you what I have and you can pick one out.
Sun, 20 May 2018 - 02min - 517 - Episode 403 Readings at the Circlet Press Editorial Retreat
This month's Circlet Press story is a set of readings from the annual Circlet Press editorial retreat. You'll hear some familiar voices there, including Julie Cox and Bliss Morgan. Listen through to the end for a coupon code you can use on the Circlet Press website for an amazing discount.
Sat, 12 May 2018 - 1h 03min - 516 - Episode 402 Carnival by September Sui
This month's Circlet Press sponsored story is "Carnival" by September Sui, read by Nobilis Reed. "Carnival" was originally published in the Circlet Press anthology, Like a Spell, Volume 3, Air: Heterosexual Fantasy Erotica edited by Jennifer Levine.
Listen through to the end for a coupon code you can use on the Circlet Press website, or pick up this anthology on Amazon.
She is a winter child; her hair and eyes are the limpid darkness of the solstice. She confuses everyone in spring, because she runs with light feet over melting snow and budding flowerbeds, throwing fertilizer every which way and generally appreciating growing things. In summer, she hides from the sun with books in hand and bag, or seeks out dark corners where secrets hide.
But when the leaves turn brown and the air grows cold enough to slow the smoke stacks as they climb, she becomes expectant: this is when carnival comes to the city.
"Carnival will take her someday," she hears them whisper as she walks past the crowded cafes and the silent sidewalks. "Carnival will claim her as its rightful child." She ignores the gazes, flinty from fear of blackmail. The city people's secrets are mundane, and she has stopped looking for these; the city's secrets are more interesting, and she has found some of those.
Sat, 28 Apr 2018 - 44min - 515 - Episode 401 Part 3 of The Pool by Grig Larson
Here is the thrilling conclusion of The Pool by Grig Larson, read by Vivienne Ferrari. This episode was brought to you by the generous patronage of listeners like you.
Sat, 14 Apr 2018 - 38min - 514 - Episode 400 Part 2 of The Pool by Grig Larson
Here is Part 2 of The Pool by Grig Larson, read by Vivienne Ferrari. This episode was brought to you by the generous patronage of listeners like you. Stay with us, next week will bring us the thrilling conclusion!
Sat, 07 Apr 2018 - 16min - 513 - Episode 399 - Part 1 of The Pool by Grig Larson
To celebrate episode 400, I'm bringing you a three-part pulp story of intrigue, action, and lesbian sex, written by Grig Larson and read for us by Vivienne Ferrari.
This episode was brought to you in part by the generous donations of Nobilis Erotica patrons.
Sat, 31 Mar 2018 - 47min - 512 - Episode 398 Bridge over Shifter Chasm by Raven Kaldera
This month's Circlet Press sponsored story is "Bridge over Shifter Chasm by Raven Kaldera, narrated by August A F Grappin. This story was originally published in in Like A Mask Removed Vol.II edited by Bethany Zaiatz, and has been chosen for Circlet Press's latest publication, “Superlative Speculative Erotica, The Best of Circlet Press 2012-2017.”
If you're signed up for the Nobilis Erotica Patreon campaign, check your email; you've got a file with some bloopers in there.
Sat, 17 Mar 2018 - 59min - 511 - Episode 397 For Science! by Julie Cox
This month's patron-funded story is "For Science!" by Julie Cox. It's a (nearly entirely) gay story with a bit of genderfuckery. If you like her stories, consider joining Julie's Patreon campaign.
Sat, 24 Feb 2018 - 34min - 510 - Episode 396 Hysterical Friction by Thomas S Roche
This month's Circlet Press sponsored episode is "Hysterical Friction," a Steampunk story by Thomas S Roche.
It's read for us by Veronica Giguere.
If you like stories like these, support the Circlet Press Patreon Campaign! For $2 a month you will get every ebook they publish as soon as it's available.
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