Check out Glenn Kimball on last night's Coast-to-Coast am show with Ian Punnett. You'll get a fantastical story and a whole lot more on the real history of our lands.
Big Kitties all, in case you have a yen to learn more about the workings of a novelist's mind, usually functioning just on the edge of The Cuckoo's Nest -- the Kougar will not specify which edge, in or out -- back and forth. Purring for example, the subject of big balls hanging off pickup trucks came up (meow, meow, the Kougar's knows, 'came up') on the Passionate Ink forum. To outlaw or not. The Kougaress will not comment on the various positions (meow! there are many 'positions'). What caught her fantasy-spinning mind was one members comment about how she would fantasize about snipping them off.
Snip! Snip! Ouch! if you're a boy kitty. A confession: The Kougaress often fantasized a similar remedy in the day of chrome phalluses hanging well below muscle cars and pickup trucks. Over-compensation for one's lack of true sexuality is a nasty scene.
Thus! Magically! Thanks, my Muse! A story idea began as a mustard seed in moi's ferocious imagination. The current result is below:
The Big Snip by Savanna Kougar
When Zhyve crept into the night-darkened transport area, hummed on the portal and swiftly tapped in the coordinates, he was running for his life. Or, more precisely, the life of his cock. The warning system’s screeching whine blasted through the protective ear pieces he wore. And the flashing eye-searing lights nearly blinded him through his protective goggles.
"Come on, you piece of trash. Work!" he snarled. Seconds ticked away like time bombs as the portal powered up to full. Hell’s own ass, he didn’t have much time left before the robo-enforcers would be swarming him, taking him down like a slaughter animal. Only he wouldn’t be dealt the kindness of a death blow. No, his cock would be snipped back and he’d be put up for public auction, with no guarantee his purchase wouldn’t be another male wanting his cock’s services.
Zhyve snarled his desperation, sprinted for the portal. Hell to be had, he might as well have his molecules spread through several dimensions, than stay for that certain fate. He launched, diving through the smoky whirls just as the giant crash of thick metal struck the floor.
Reminder: all copyright belongs to the author -- Kougar moi
Novel-brewing kisses from the Kougar...
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