Nyandemic Story, pt. 16
After a while, she turned on the TV at a low volume, channel-surfing 'til she ended up on a foreign-language news broadcast featuring some weaselly guy in a God-awful polo shirt. It was hard to stay focused - so much more comfortable to just lie here...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 15
## 7. Troubled Dreams It was Monday morning when my brain started working properly again; the fog lifted all at once, in a horrible flash of clarity. Nicole had been grooming me, and as usual for the last couple days, I'd found myself nuzzling into...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 14
I watched her for a little while longer, but I was starting to get bored and a little irritated. Weren't we going to do, y'know, grooming and stuff? Honestly, I could kinda go for that; it wasn't like I _needed_ anybody to care for me, but something in...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 13
It was just as well that the meeting ran for a typical minor eternity, because I hardly got a thing done for the remainder of my shift. I simply couldn't stay focused on work; my brain was too fogged, and I was so twitchy and addled that it was a...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 8
## 4. One Little, The problem with staying isolated indefinitely is that entropy never sleeps. You can be completely stocked with provisions and everything you'd ever want for entertainment, but the moment a pipe bursts, you've got to call in the...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 11
There was a long pause. "S'pose nyat," she said at last, sighing. "Just seems silly for people to have to stay all cooped-up overrr something that isn't even, like, deadly or anything..." "Well, nobody's _thrilled_ about it," I sighed,...
Nyandemic Story, pt. 10
## 5. Two Little, The morning sun glared brightly through the cracks in my eyelids as I fumbled my way to consciousness. I'd gotten entangled in the sheets almost completely, and I had that tell-tale psychic hangover you get from a bad dream you can't...