The short stories and not so short stories of Aimee Yankowski. Contains adult material of an erotic nature.
An archive of fan produced material for SLA Industries
The short stories and not so short stories of Aimee Yankowski. Contains adult material of an erotic nature.
Writing SLA novels and stories has been a great joy for the last several years. I have one more to go before I decide whether or not I'll do anything else in this setting. Posted here is the first part of what will likely be a book to rival "Shiv" in length.
I believe this book, at 659 pages, may count as the single largest piece of fan fiction for SLA Industries of which I'm aware. It started with a request from my husband/GM to write a short backstory for my character, since it was the first time I was playing SLA (at last! I had wanted to play in a game for years.) That "short backstory" soon blossomed into a novella 150 pages long; mostly it was done as entertainment as well as a way to express a quickly growing love for the setting in general and the Wraith Raiders in particular.
Author's Rating: R leading into X (mostly for deviant erotica)
Author's Note: For any introduced to my Cerise stories, this takes place over a year after her undercover mission in the Skin Trade failed and she was sold to Anton Koslov, 7 or 8 months after she was rescued, and about 3 months after she was released from Bethlehem and activated as an Operative again. She has been visiting and surprising people who had thought she was dead. A pair of Necanthropes, Whisper and Dark Angel--sort of "unofficial" patrons for Cerise--are aware that she is anything but dead, though she has yet to visit them again. This story explores Necanthropes in some ways and also a particular setting in Rob Wood's WoP, Macabre: a BDSM club favorited by Necanthropes.
The action of this story picks up after Trent Morgan has attacked a university student and left her for dead. Cerise and Inspector Jagger uncovered another student near the crime scene that had given Morgan her phone number because she thought he was "hot." Cerise confiscated her phone for when Morgan would call the number for Jagger could hopefully trace and triangulate his location.
And of course he did call that phone.
Author's Rating: R for Romance, a little language, a little sex...trust me, it's much milder.
Author's Note: Quite some months ago, I was helping Rob Wood to flesh out the background of one of his characters, one Lieutenant Benjamin Krause IV, and his "hometown" on New Paris. Since reading Jack Darke's text "Guts and Glory" on expanding Shaktars as PCs (see here, as Jack asn't yet added it to Fractal Silence as of this posting: http://www.team8.co.uk/forum/viewthread.php?tid=3528&page=13#pid62104), my urge to write and edit kept bringing me back to this story.
The reason for this would be the unanticipated and unexpected challenge that came up between Cerise and one particular Shaktar. I can say it is a fair bit different from what I was prepared for, and yet the end result seemed...just right.
This story a different pace from many of the stories I post here; much slower, more setting-oriented, more relaxed in some ways. Exploratory versus action. As a heads-up, there is one shorter sex scene toward the end, as it was appropriate for the characters, but this piece actually isn't erotica as a whole. (Aye carumba...!)
In the spirit of an expanded understanding and liking for the Shaktar race on my part, I'm presenting this story.
Truth and Honor in New Paris
Coastal town of L'Eau en Cristal, New Paris. At a beach house belonging to General Joseph Briggs, Dept. of Militia. 900SD.
The water is a mix of blue at the top with green undertones and is clear enough Cerise can see the bottom for a ways out. In the far distance, she sees a flash of white as a sailboat with a white and yellow sail turns lazily in the wind.
So beautiful.
Author's Rating: X for Erotic Sex, non-human
Author's Note: Sort of a flip-side to "Pigman's Playground" here. The events of this story occur nearly three years later. Cerise is out of the Skin Trade, having been betrayed and sold to Karma Director Anton Koslov by another undercover Cloak Agent, Trent Morgan. After a period of time, she was recovered by Cloak's Thom Jagger and Lynn Nero, put through therapy and given time to recover, and eventually re-instated as an Operative to prove herself again. Chase is a Vevaphon specifically designed for Cloak and they know each other through Jagger and Nero. All these characters are used with the permission of Rob Wood, as this background is his presentation as my GM. This story is simply a bit of fun, imagining the possibilities and the many oddities in exploring the Vevaphon as it was originally created in SLA: as a biogenetic sex toy, before eventually becoming a new Stormer infiltrator for the Company's operations.
Chasing Cerise
The Frother had been a bit moodier and depressed. He usually saw clanmates every few days at the least and it’s now going on a week. A different kind of withdrawal.
Cerise knew Camran needed an evening off; he needed to go to the Pit to see his brothers, drink with them, to remind himself what it was to be a Frother. She could see it and felt guilty for mother-henning him so much, scaring him into staying home and staying partnered up all week whenever they had a break, she herself practically wanting to attach squadmates to teach others’ hips for safety...
Author's Rating: NC-17 [Non-consent, horror, mental games.]
Author's Note: This is very much a collaborative effort with Rob Wood. Though I developed and wrote the details of the story, I must credit him with his involvement and feedback on the prominent use of two of his well-known story characters (Pigman and Michael Mason) as well as much of the vivid setting detail provided over hours of RPGing in "Low 5" within the Skin Trade. Certain details of Pigman and Michael Mason were either revealed or developed in-game and further interactions with my character, Cerise Fiske (an undercover Cloak "burner"--or one-time use "Agent") created a solid dynamic between the three. The action of this story was discussed as "having occurred" but for obvious reasons was not roleplayed in-game. This perversion is pretty much entirely my own, though Rob happily assisted with dialogue and setting questions to keep things consistent with his WoP. Thank you, Rob!
Pigman’s Playground
Mort City. Downtown: somewhere in Low 5. 898 SD.
At least he left her shoes to run.
The moist open air was chilling her skin until goosebumps dimpled her flesh and her bare breasts had nipples hard as diamonds. She knew she had no choice but to give him a good run for it, but there was also no way for her to make it back to Depot like this: bare assed and weaponless, wearing only a pair of running shoes to prevent the glass and debris from slicing up her feet and significantly shortening the chase. He would catch her, and he would rape her. She’d known it was coming, the way he’d haunted her steps and harassed her at the Trade hub. She’d known that she would be trapped into some game for his entertainment sooner or later, no matter how many times she narrowly escaped before.
Author's Rating: NC-17 [violence, gore, torture]
Author's Note: Again, with very special thanks to Sincos and Erquin. Here in particular, when Agony finally became curious enough to start asking Deliria questions, his dialogue in this piece is preserved as the player wrote it to me. I've thoroughly enjoyed this piece as it is the most I've ever developed any thoughts on what it can be like as an Ebb-user.
Deliria and Agony
Attica City. 654SD. High rise hotel.
Part 5: Vacation
…perhhhaps we got offf…on the wronng ffoot…?
I hated that the Gore Cannon could do that. It couldn’t speak, but it could borrow another mind’s voice. Briefly. Though the focus was drawn thin… wavering enough to be able to tell—even to me—that it wasn’t my own thought. It was only a weapon. It didn’t have a soul.
“You deserved what you got. Get out.”
Get out of my head.
Author's Rating: NC-17; gore, violence, torture.
Author's Note: Special thanks to Sincos (GM) and Erquin (Agony)
Part One: Assignment
She dropped me here. Just dropped me. I’m good at ‘porting, always have been. But she can sometimes control my ‘port. And she put me here, watching an Ebb Beast fall. His Ebb all but winks out in my eyes. What am I doing here? I’m hungry. I’ll go feed…there is a wounded Ebon here I can drink there. I’ll go find him. Wait, no, it feels like she’s pulling on my hair, forcing my head back, chewing on my brain, making me think only about one thing. It hurts.
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Author's rating: NC-17, violence/rape, adult-themes, sex, drugs]
Author's note: Thank you, Max Bantleman, for "Howling Fury: a Frother Supplement"
Mort City. The private home of Joshua T. Connor of Clan Morrigon. 890 SD.
“Hey….” An awkward pause. “Thanks.”
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[Author's rating: R, adult-themed for sex.]
Kn’nth; First Tribeworld of the Shaktars. 894 SD.
“You must be joking….Lotion?”
“Lie back, big guy. This won’t hurt.”
No, it most certainly hadn’t.
