Stories where consent boundaries are pushed on the AB character.
The interstate highway was a pair of grey strips, surrounded by rows of trees in their full summer green. From the bus’s elevated deck, the lounge’s couch was a great place to watch the scenery. Keeley took a seat and wished that view offered something more interesting than trees. Looking out the windshield from the …
If there was anything to praise about humans, it was their adaptability. Roan’s adopted household settled into their new normal in the space of a day. Though Corey and Bless were still quite intense in the attention they paid to Roan, she found the fuss a worthy trade for always having a packmate around. Bless’ …
Keeley couldn’t believe her phone alarm was going off while it was still dark. Especially considering that it was August. Despite the summer heat outside, she was swaddled in blankets and pajamas. Mom believed in keeping the house super cold at night and claimed it was healthy. The cold hadn’t given Keeley any health benefits …
In a fresh diaper, and with Forrest out of the room, Roan shucked the sweaty shirt she’d napped in and took a moment to consider her next move. The first thing to do was to put her ward up. Though the house was warm, there was no central hearth. All the seats in the main …
The unending summer afternoon made the well kept grove of trees a pleasant place to sit, no matter how unnatural it was to have a timeless day. Light breezes flowed through the garden precisely when needed, relieving sweat and sticky heat. Mariah no longer believed the timing of the breeze to be an enjoyable coincidence. …
The meal Bless had made for Roan was the most hearty she’d had so far, and it surprised her with how much it satisfied. Any time mortal food had been mentioned in Faerie, those who’d eaten it couldn’t criticize it enough. The complaints were always the same, it was tasteless, uninspired, and crude. Roan supposed …
Wind ruffled the faerie garden like a great hand ruffling fur. Mariah woke to the sound of tiny bells. Silver flowers had bloomed at the top of her cage; their crystalline stamens clattered musically against the metallic petals. It would have been a soothing escape from having to think about her predicament, if Mariah didn’t …
4 – Change-a Change-a Change Me A loud popping sound drove Dotty out of her nap. Restless limbs had her out of bed before she was fully conscious. The bedroom was empty, just as Mommy – as Dr. O’Flogger had left her in it. Looking down, Dotty confirmed that she was wearing nothing but a …