November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 30: A Fetch Story Poem: The End

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When the end came to her world
She left her body behind
Everything she knew was gone
She walked through poison atmosphere
Watching the city burn
She looked up to the sky
At the small sun gone nova
Having glutted itself on the energies
Of its larger companion
The planet flooded with gamma rays
Could no longer sustain life
She grieved her useless efforts
Wishing she could snuff herself out
Like one of the candles that she burned
In the vain hope of countering
The misguided sorcery
That brought about the end
The end of life
The end of hope
The end of everything

~Cie Channeling Princess Ondina~

The final prompt in the November PAD Chapbook Challenge was "The End." I was inspired to write a poem for Team Netherworld's long-running WIP, Fetch. 

Princess Ondina was the reluctant captive regent of the tyrannical monarchy of West Zecor. Misusing powerful magic learned from his mystical adviser Yadira, the daughter and High Priestess of Nyarlathotep, Ondina's megalomaniac psychopath brother King Qweh triggered a reaction in the planetary system's smaller sun, Zetar Beta, causing it to begin devouring its larger companion. This ill-advised action brought about the doom of Zecor (Zetar 6). Princess Ondina is the previous incarnation of Fetch's female protagonist, Pepper Baiij. 

The reincarnation sequence of the Fetch story was born because I had long wanted to write a backstory for the third season original Star Trek episode The Lights of Zetar. This episode tends to be pretty much universally panned, and it certainly has its flaws, i.e. if Captain Kirk had referred to a grown-ass woman in her 30s as "the girl" one more time, I swore I was going to jump through the screen and make him wear his 'nads for earrings, but I was fascinated and, frankly, terrified by the malevolent light colony. It provided me many years of nightmares. To this day, even as desensitized as I am to most so-called horror (which generally consists of gore and jump-scares), I still cannot watch this episode in the dark.

Fun Trivia: The Lights of Zetar was co-written by the late Shari Lewis of Lamb Chop fame and her husband Jeremy Tarcher. Lovable Miss Shari definitely had a dark side to her imagination!

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“Ketil, my friend, I find you a most humorous companion,” the creature stated. “What have we to fear from Nyarlathotep? We are but two lonely souls, one the shade of a once-unhappy Earthman who ended his own life, the other a creature outcast from his kind for possessing too much empathy to allow him to conduct potentially life-threatening experiments on those creatures my fellows deemed inferior. We are not power-hungry, we have no armies of fawning sycophants prostrating themselves at our feet, we have no money at all, let alone monetary excess. To the likes of Nyarlathotep, we are worthless. I do like it that way. Do you concur?”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Yitzy Yithian is a member of the Great Race of Yith who has been exiled by his fellow Yithians for displaying too much empathy. 

Ketil Nagel is the spirit of a Swedish metal musician who sacrificed himself to the Elder Gods.

The Great Race of Yith and Nyarlathotep are the creations of H.P. Lovecraft. Ketil Nagel and Yitzy Yithian are the creations of Team Netherworld.

November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 19: Another Antonymic Bomb: Loved and Despised

Admirable - Awful
Beautiful - Boorish
Compassionate - Cruel
Darling - Deplorable
Enlightened - Egocentric
Fantastic - Foul
Genuine - Gruesome
Heavenly - Hellish
Innocent - Irredeemable
Just - Jealous
Keen - Kinky
Lovable - Loathsome
Marvelous - Malevolent
Noble - Nasty
Obliging - Oligarch
Pure - Pretentious
Quaint - Quarrelsome
Resourceful - Ruthless
Sagacious - Sadistic
Tender - Terrible
Unaffected - Unjust
Valiant - Vile
Warm - Wicked
Xenial - Xenophobic
Yielding - Yellowblooded
Zany - Zealot

Princess Ondina

Today's November PAD Chapbook Challenge prompt asked for a protagonist or antagonist poem, or one that incorporates both. I was inspired to do a character study through the eyes of Princess Ondina, a long-ago incarnation of Pepper Baiij.

Princess Ondina was the reluctant captive regent of West Zecor on the doomed world of Zetar 6. She was held in the thrall of her brutal half-brother, King Qweh. One night, Qweh slew Ondina's bodyguard in a drunken rage. The next day, he brought the princess a diminutive thief whom he'd captured as a replacement bodyguard, thinking himself terribly witty. Ondina, however, stated that the little man would make a fine bodyguard and asked Qweh to leave her laboratory. 

Ondina and the thief, whose name was Serab, established an immediate rapport that quickly turned to love. There was little time for amorous moments, however. The world's binary suns were engaged in a battle with one another that would soon turn deadly, and there was no way that the cruel and jealous King Qweh was about to allow his oppressed sister to find joy with a common thief.

In this character study, Ondina compares the attributes of her beloved and her brother.

Zecor or Zetar 6 is the planet from which the malevolent Lights of Zetar of the original Star Trek series originated. I always wanted to write a backstory for this episode and, nearly 40 years later, I finally pulled the trigger on the project. 

The Lights of Zetar are the creation of the late Jeremy Tarcher and the late Shari Lewis. 

All the characters mentioned in this post are the creations of Team Netherworld.

Fetch is the flagship story in Team Netherworld's Yadira Chronicles.

Tidbit Tuesday: November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 13: A Fetch Story Poem: The Ballad of Gerry Clifford: One So Small

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how can one so small
make a difference at all?
I fear all is lost

Gerry Clifford

Fair warning that the explanation for the tidbit is longer than the tidbit. If you are the sort of nerd who enjoys reading about creative processes and what was going on in the author's fucked-up brain, you may enjoy this. If you prefer it when authors shut up and just tell the story, you'll probably want to give this mess a miss.

It may seem a massive--nay, an outlandish and well-nigh unforgivable exercise in utter laziness for me to repackage this poem which I published just yesterday and publish it again for Tidbit Tuesday. However, I have my reasons beyond laziness for duplicating and re-routing this little gem. You see, my muse has returned and I am inspired! The many wild, free-roaming chapters of Fetch are finally being corralled and structured into novelettes or novellas. I don't rightly know which yet. That will be determined when the manuscript is complete.

Each novelette or novella begins with a poem, and this is the poem that kicks off Book One. The artwork, which may or may not end up serving as the cover for the book, was created by Yours Truly using Pixlr. No credit is due to Photoshop, which I used to use exclusively, but Adobe is scummy and is making it so people like me, who have older versions of Photoshop, are not able to access those versions because they want to strong-arm everyone into paying monthly blood money for Creative Cloud. As our hero, Gerry Clifford would say, "fuck that shit." Although it would sound more like "fook that shite."

The November PAD Chapbook Challenge prompt for the day requested a Persona poem, and I was stuck. Then I thought of Team Netherworld's beloved protagonist, Gerry Clifford, and decided to let him take over and write a poem that sums up his personality and motivation in just a few words.

Fetch is an Irish term for an apparition of a person who is still living. Gerry's body is alive, but his brain is severely compromised, and so his spirit is starting to make more frequent astral excursions.

Fetch is the flagship story in Team Netherworld's Yadira Chronicles, and Gerry Clifford is its male protagonist. When Gerry's cognitive abilities became too deteriorated for him to remain at home, his wife, Anne, had him placed in London's Candlelight Ridge Care Center for Memory Loss. On his first day in the center, Gerry encountered Yadira Root, who presented herself as a kindly older woman volunteering her heartfelt help but who was, in fact, a daughter and high priestess of Nyarlathotep.

To Gerry's horror, he discovered that the residents of Candlelight Ridge were being targeted by a malevolent hive entity which appears as flashes of brilliant multicolored light. It quickly became apparent that the entity had a particular interest in Gerry and was biding its time for reasons he couldn't understand. 

Upon fleeing the entity, Gerry found himself in the presence of Pepper Baiij, a troubled caregiver working with memory-impaired patients in an assisted living facility thousands of miles from England in Ransom, Kansas. Pepper had strong psychic abilities. She had been devastated to hear of Gerry Clifford’s diagnosis. His band, Mainline, was a longstanding favorite act of hers.

We have enough Fetchy material for several books. We doubt anyone else is excited as we are, or, in fact, gives one single fuck. We don't care, we give a fuck and are going to unleash our words on the world regardless.

Nyarlathotep is the creation of H.P. Lovecraft. Everything else in this post can be blamed on Team Netherworld.

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“An altar in the Hall of Nyarlathotep—but of course! Who would not be quite curious to follow a portal in a blasted Hall of Nyarlathotep Worship?”

“I think that this portal may lead back to your world via the Dreamlands, Ketil,” the creature stated calmly. “From my understanding of the sigils surrounding the gate, this passage terminates in Xura. I have never been to Xura, but I have heard rumors of a most interesting house which is said to be a focal point in this realm.”

“Oh, but of course. The House of Great Fuckery,” the man expounded. “And who in their right mind would not wish to go through the House of Great Fuckery?”

~Cie for Team Netherworld Creations/Naughty Netherworld Press~


Ketil Nagel is the spirit of a Scandinavian metal musician who sacrificed himself to the Outer Gods of Cthulhu Mythos infamy.

While exploring a long-dead world in hopes of assisting a friend who is in deep trouble with the powerful and malevolent Yadira Root, Nyarlathotep's high priestess and daughter, Ketil met a  renegade member of the Great Race of Yith who was studying the planet. The benevolent creature had been ostracized by others of its kind and did not have a name. Ketil gave his new friend the name Yitzy, which pleased the extraterrestrial giant.

The Cthulhu Mythos, Earth's Dreamlands, Nyarlathotep, the Outer Gods, Xura, and the Great Race of Yith are the creations of H.P. Lovecraft.

The Xura House of Lost Dreams appears in the Chaosium Call of Cthulhu Dreamlands Role-Playing supplement.

Ketil, Yitzy, and Yadira Root are original characters created by Team Netherworld.

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November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2019: Day 5: Antonymic Bomb

adored abhorred
beloved bedeviled
cherished castoff
delightful devil
embraceable evil
fortunate fiend
great goblin
honored hated
idolized ignored
joyful jerk
kind killer
lovely leech
meticulous mess
nice neer-do-well
open obstruction
pleasant prat
quiet quarrel
righteous rogue
sweet scallawag
tidy tawdry
unforgettable understrapper
vital vampire
wholesome wagtail
xylographing xenomorphs
yeomanly yobbos
zesty zombies


Today's prompt for the November PAD Chapbook Challenge was to write a pleasure and/or displeasure poem. So I tapped out this cheeky little number.

Tidbit Tuesday: The Yadira Chronicles: Fetch: Story Synopsis

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Gerry Clifford just wanted to die; the once prolific and highly successful musician's talent was fading along with his badly compromised brain's ability to recognize anything of his former life. He was the sickest he’d been in many years, but he still had a job to do; save the targeted souls at Candlelight Ridge Care Home from being absorbed by a malevolent entity whose nature Gerry did not understand in spite of his vast metaphysical knowledge.

Pepper Baiij was a wounded personality with a gift for helping troubled spirits; over the years she fell in love with several of the spirits she assisted and in the end wound up heartbroken. Although she swore she would never again involve herself with the spectral realm, Pepper felt deep sympathy for the gentle, frightened Gerry Clifford. 

When Gerry offered his love and trust to Pepper, she couldn't help returning this most meaningful of gifts as she found herself falling for a man who was at once the most fragile and the bravest of souls she had ever known.

~Cie for Team Netherworld Creations/Naughty Netherworld Press~

Fetch is our flagship story, the one that kicked off The Yadira Chronicles back in 2014. There is so much love for this story in our hearts, and yet it has been on the back burner for far too long. One of the reasons why I shelved the Carnal Invasion project was to be able to get back to working on The Yadira Chronicles. 

Lesson learned, People. Don't do something strictly for the money. You won't be happy. Or, at least, I wasn't. The Carnal Invasion project arose from a place of financial desire. Now I'm relighting the fire under the project that is my first love.

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Obscured by a poisonous haze on a world which had died when Earth was young, a humanoid figure stood speaking to a large alien being which towered over him despite his own impressive height. The man expressed concern for the well-being of his companion in their current toxic atmosphere.

“Yitzy, I suggest that we leave this unwholesome world,” the man insisted. “Although you are evidently a fearless and adaptable sort of being whose zeal for the sciences is either commendable or insane, I must be forthcoming with you. Surely even an enormous and rubbery snail-footed monstrosity such as yourself will wind up dead if you breathe the chemical soup of this damned hell-hole for long enough. I cannot put too fine a point on it. I demand that we make our exit forthwith.”

“Very good, Ketil, I concur with your assessment, although I could easily remain in this place and suffer no ill effects,” the creature replied. “You see, I have no lungs as the living among your kind do; my form adapts to whatever gases are present in the atmosphere. However, I am curious to follow a portal that I have discovered under the altar in the Hall of Nyarlathotep.”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

This snippet comes from Team Netherworld Creations' newest WIP, Ketil and Yitzy's Adventure in the House of Lost Dreams. Ketil Nagel is the spirit of a Swedish extreme metal musician who committed suicide in a shocking and ritualistic fashion at the age of 25. Yitzy is a renegade member of the Great Race of Yith who struck out on his own to do scientific research with the goal of helping those who are in danger. Members of The Great Race of Yith normally possess high intellect but low compassion. Yitzy is an exception to this rule and has been ostracized because of a trait considered a weakness by his fellows.

The Great Race of Yith is the creation of H.P. Lovecraft. These beings were introduced in his story, The Shadow out of Time, which was published in the June 1936 issue of Astounding Stories.

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Rainbow Snippets 9 November 2019

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“For mine poor bougainvillea,” the Mouse Maid declared. “Now, into ze bath with you. Scrub down and I shall prepare ze massage table and fetch ze mistress zat she may watch ze proceedings. What is your name, oh Crusher of Flowers?”

“Christy, and I’m very sorry about your flowers. I will make it up to you, I promise.”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook provides authors with an opportunity to share a six-sentence snippet of their own LGBT fiction, or to share an LGBT book rec from their blog or website.

This snippet comes from Naughty Netherworld Press' newest WIP, Duchess Daisy Delphinium's Garden of Erotic Delights. Our protagonist, the fair Christy Ferdinand, has fallen through a wormhole and found herself in the middle of a beautiful flower patch being confronted by a bossy Mouse Maid.

Insecure Writers' Support Group November 2019

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Hey, People. As usual, I'm a day late and a dollar short. I kind of forgot that yesterday was IWSG day. So, I'm slipping in the back.

The question for this month was: "what's the strangest thing you've ever Googled in researching a story?"

I don't know, but the medieval sex toys question is as good as any.

I'm kind of feeling depressed about my decision to pull the plug on the Carnal Invasion project. I left the characters in that Universe in an eternal cliffhanger, because it's doubtful that I'll be going back to it. I wanted to get back to the kind of writing that I'd been missing out on trying to keep up with the Carnal Invasion serial. I thought about perhaps doing it as a yearly NaNoWriMo project, but I don't know. It would probably turn out to be just bad writing because that's what I tend to get from NaNoWriMo.

Speaking of NaNoWriMo, I have a theory that the people who tend to enjoy writing that way also tend to be the sort of people who use outlines. I hate using outlines. I enjoy word count constraints for flash fiction because they force me to be concise. I dislike word count requirements on longer pieces. I like doing Camp NaNoWriMo because you can choose your own goal. I usually choose chapters. My chapters tend to average about 500 words. Camp NaNoWriMo works for me. NaNoWriMo does not.

The truth is, between writing my own stories, poetry, blog posts, and book reviews, I probably write at least the NaNoWriMo required word count most days. It just doesn't work for me to confine that all to one project. What comes out is garbage and I can't stand to look at it again. I looked at the NaNoWriMo project I did in 2011 to see if I could stomach editing it. No dice, it still sucked. I took a perfectly okay idea and what came out with the forced word count was something that no-one should read, ever.

One thing I've noticed with the advent of e-books is that novelettes and novellas, which had previously fallen into disfavor, are making a comeback, and I couldn't be happier. I could write and edit a novelette or even a short novella in a month. A full-length novel is something else again.

For those of you who are doing NaNoWriMo, power to ya! I had to finally admit that in all honesty, I really and truly hate writing that way. It is very likely that I won't do it again. I may see you at Camp NaNoWriMo, though.


Castle Necros is FREE for Five Days!

Between November 5, 2019, and November 11, 2019, the smoking hot new book in the Carnal Invasion series can be yours for the low price of nothing, zip, zero, zilch, and nada. 

That's right, Castle Necros is yours for the asking for the next five days! Simply click the Preview button to grab your FREE copy.

If you like your atmospheres spooky, your erotica explicit, and a dark castle filled with horny demons, hot-to-trot human men, and lust-driven vampires all clamoring for a chance to experience one another's masculine charms, then this action-packed, bawdy, naughty, and humorous novella is the one for you. 

Don't miss your chance to find out what wicked tricks and tasty treats the man-loving Marquis Kabral has in store at Castle Necros. The Marquis and his minions are serving it up hot, and for the next five days, it can be yours at no cost. That's a sweet deal for any fan of man on man erotica!

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Introducing Team Netherworld Creations

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The Team Netherworld Creations publishing company was created to inflict works such as this one on an unsuspecting world. These pulpy serials were inspired by the likes of the mad New Englander From Beyond the Stars, H.P. Lovecraft himself, and by the mad cultists who created the Chaosium RPG.

To reduce the genre of these tales to the most basic component, they are Cthulhu Mythos fan fiction. This ain’t no high-fallutin’, highbrow literature. This ain’t no popular fiction neither. These are the New Weird Tales.

With apologies to Sheryl Crow, “All I Wanna Do” started playing in my head when I wrote that paragraph, and I went with it.

For years works such as this one remained unpublished or published only on blogs which no-one reads. Now, for the first time, they have been unearthed and published in e-book format for a new group of nobodies to never read. Regardless of any desire on part of the public for the New Weird Tales of Team Netherworld, this sort of writing is our true passion, and it shall remain confined to a dark dungeon no longer!

In years past, novelettes and novellas fell out of disfavor with readers. Now, with the advent of e-books, these forms are making a comeback, and we couldn’t be happier. We at Team Netherworld Creations can be a bit slow on the uptake, but we’ve finally realized that it means we can publish our work in smaller chunks rather than waiting until we have an entire novel put together. This means more chances to inflict our brand of Weirdness on the world, and we are chortling gleefully at the prospect.

If you happen to enjoy the insanity which we have inflicted upon your unsuspecting mind, you are now one of the Afflicted. Greetings, fellow Cultist! We welcome you!

The Real Cie
Head Buttmunch in Charge, Team Netherworld

Farewell Naughty Netherworld Press

I think it's time for me to wrap up the Naughty Netherworld Press project, at least for a while. I'm not really having fun with it anymore. I started writing the Carnal Invasion stories last summer in hopes of making a little money to fund the projects I truly love, but time is money, and I'm spending too much time making too little money on this project.

It will sound odd, but writing smut is fun, even when you have the libido of roadkill, as I do. I have no interest in even the most vanilla of liaisons, let alone participating in the sort of wild group encounters that my characters get up to. A lot of people have the idea that those who write erotica type with one hand while their other hand is stuffed into their skivvies. I don't know about anyone else who writes erotica, but for me, nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, writing over-the-top sex scenes tends to numb me to feeling the least bit of a tingle in that department. 

I never thought that the Carnal Invasion books were high art by any means. They were meant to be dumb fun. But they've kind of taken over my entire creative time allotment. I review books and I write my own stuff. Currently, the book reviews are where I'm making money (such as it is) and I rather doubt that I will ever make very much money off my own writing. So, the writing I do might as well be the stuff I really love rather than the stuff that was supposed to make money so I could do the stuff I really love.

I can't write the type of erotica that seems to sell: alpha male billionaire werewolves or what the hell ever. The "alpha male" type never was my cup of tea or coffee, and it's boring for me to write about people with porn star bodies. I like writing about the kinds of people that no-one usually notices. Skinny little dudes, big bodacious babes, big burly bears, tall and lanky ladies, those kinds of people are more my jam. I tend to like my men and ladies to be on an even keel. And, oddly enough, even though I'm heterosexual I have an easier time writing gay or lesbian erotica than I do writing the straight variety. 

Weekend Writing Warrior people, you folks can't get rid of me. I'll be around. I'm just switching back to writing the kind of stuff I really love, which, to be honest, pretty much boils down to Cthulhu Mythos fan fiction. If I'm not going to make any money writing, I might as well not make any money writing the stuff that feeds my dumb, debauched, and nerdy soul.

It took trying NaNoWriMo one last time and finally admitting how much I hate doing it to finally let myself make a decision I'd been considering for several months but felt guilty about enacting. Writing Castle Necros was fun, and I want to continue the Manzanar story, which, in fact, contained very little erotica. So, the Naughty Netherworld Press project is on either temporary or permanent hiatus, but I will still be around. Sorry, Haters--not sorry.

To put it another way, it was starting to feel like I was trying to be Li'l Kim when I'm much more Queen Latifah. When it comes to rapping, I'm not either one. I couldn't rap to save my life. I think both of them would say that I need to be true to myself. So, I'm going back to writing horror/sci-fi with a twist of Weird and a generous sprinkling of humor.

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Tidbit Tuesday 5 November 2019

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“I’m sorry,” Christy apologized. “I came from somewhere else. I fell out of the sky. I’m sorry about your—whatever you said. I’ll help you fix it if you’d like.”

“You smell tres terrible! Mon dieu! Come, we must draw you a bath, and zen we must punish you for crushing my flowers! Toot sweet now!”

The maid led Christy to a beautiful backyard where she pumped water into a large metal tub. She added sweet-smelling bath salts to the water.

“Ze bath salts I make myself from essences of dried flowers in zis very garden,” the Mouse Maid bragged, pleased with herself. “Zey will soften your skin and make you smell pretty.”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

This Tidbit comes from Naughty Netherworld Press' latest WIP, Duchess Daisy Delphinium's Garden of Erotic Delights. At the end of Paraji's Prisoners, the occupants of Base Lust-69 were thrown through various wormholes when the volcano that the base was housed in erupted. Christy Ferdinand found herself in a beautiful garden being scolded by an impatient Mouse Maid. 

Rainbow Snippets 2 November 2019

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The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook provides authors with an opportunity to share a six-sentence snippet of their own LGBT fiction, or to share an LGBT book rec from their blog or website.

This snippet comes from Naughty Netherworld Press' newest WIP, Duchess Daisy Delphinium's Garden of Erotic Delights. Our protagonist, the fair Christy Ferdinand, has fallen through a wormhole and found herself in the middle of a beautiful flower patch being confronted by an angry Mouse Maid.

When Christy came to, she was in a beautiful garden. As she sat up and attempted to get her bearings, she was approached by an attractive yet angry slender young black woman in a French maid’s dress wearing a headband adorned with large gray felt mouse ears. The woman swatted Christy with a broom.

“You clumzee oaf!” the angry maid declared with a thick French accent. “You have brutalized my bougainvillea! Ze mistress will be most displease!”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

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With a roaring explosion, Base Lust-69 fractured into pieces as the erupting volcano spewed lava. Christy was enclosed in a protective bubble generated by the Djinn Queen Eja and the fairies Larissa and Rune. She held hands with her werewolf friend Tiffany and their new companion Ka, a fox maiden.

The bubble was thrown from the volcano and bounced along the ashy ground as burning projectiles of molten rock slammed against it, sending it rolling in first one direction and then another. Christy, Ka, and Tiffany huddled together, trying not to scream. Then, one of the flying projectiles struck the bubble, slamming it into one of the wormholes which had formed when Mistress Nyx struck the black button on the Xcargon drive responsible for powering the base.

The bubble burst open inside the wormhole, which branched off in three directions. Queen Ece, Larissa, and Rune were drawn down the central path, Ka and Tiffany were drawn down the right-hand path, and Christy was pulled alone down the left-hand path.

Christy was surrounded by a whooshing, wailing darkness in which she could sometimes make out nebulous, malevolent shapes. Fear and disorientation overwhelmed her, and she fainted.

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

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This newest WIP follows the lusty adventures of Carnal Invasion favorite, Christy Ferdinand, when she is drawn through a wormhole to an exotic wonderland in her quest to reunite with her friends following the destruction of Base Lust-69 at the end of Paraji's Prisoners.

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