centaur

Also posted in the story section. Hair of the Asp Anilee Clan Greybadger slouched stiffly into the open-air shop and wordlessly set a silver on the counter. Mellos Darkeye gave her an equally silent look of reproval before setting out a clay cup and filling it with one of the amphora from...

It's been a while since I've done a tickle story in my "centaur" setting (or in any setting, for that matter), but my New Year's resolution is to "do more writing" so here it is. Hair of the Asp Anilee Clan Greybadger slouched stiffly into the open-air shop and wordlessly set a silver on the...

(Originally posted in "Sablesword's Spot," now posted here as well.) Sacrifice by Sablesword “Run, girl!” the cold man commanded. Moly stood frozen with fear. She had been Moly daughter of Lars the Potter. Then, a week after she had celebrated her Score, her father had died of the black...

Sacrifice by Sablesword “Run, girl!” the cold man commanded. Moly stood frozen with fear. She had been Moly daughter of Lars the Potter. Then, a week after she had celebrated her Score, her father had died of the black bile. The creditors, laughing, had descended on the household, selling her...

A new story in my centaur Land setting. I've been trying to get over a case of writer's block, and this is what I managed to thrash out. Rainy Day by Sablesword Balint howled with laughter as the stiff brush scrubbed his soles. He always did; he couldn't help it. It tickled! It always...

A new story in my centaur Land setting. I've been trying to get over a case of writer's block, and this is what I managed to thrash out. Rainy Day by Sablesword Balint howled with laughter as the stiff brush scrubbed his soles. He always did; he couldn't help it. It tickled! It always...

OK, instead of reposting the story here and splitting the comments, I'll just put in a link to the story at "Sablesword's Spot" here on TT: Jockeying for Position

This is a story I've been working on for a while. For a long time I struggled with it, trying to make it "click." Then, just in the past few days, I was able to finish it in a rush. Anyway, here it is: Another tickle story set in the centaur Land. Jockeying For Position by Sablesword “Why...

Another story originally put up on the Damsel Theater token site. Nandi by Sablesword Timon made some last adjustments to the summoning circle and moved back, taking care to erase his hoof-prints as he did so. Then he set himself to wait, standing some twenty paces away. The sorcerer...

A story originally webbed on the Damsel Theater token site. Now that that site is closing, I decided to post it here. Good Faith by Sablesword The merchant Zorian smiled wanly at the two female centaurs as they returned from the sundial. Leather straps tied his arms to the arms of the...

OK I've been having a minor case of writers block recently: I've been unable to write any stories (tickling or otherwise) that have an actual plot to them. At best I have some vague ideas about how a story might start, but an almost complete mental blank when it comes to how the middle and...

OK I've been having a minor case of writers block recently: I've been unable to write any stories (tickling or otherwise) that have an actual plot to them. At best I have some vague ideas about how a story might start, but an almost complete mental blank when it comes to how the middle and...

A short story in the "centaur tickling" series. This one took longer than usual to write because I started in the wrong place - too early in the story - and ended up throwing out as much of the writing as I kept. This one is also unusual because it's a centaur series story that has a good bit...

I thought I had posted this before, but on searching I can't find it here. Anyway it's a sample from my story "Good Faith" in the centaur tickling setting. The complete story is available at the Damsel Theater Token Site. ( http://www.damseltheater.com/galleries.php?id=Sablesword ) Snippet from...

This is another piece from my centaur-tickling series. Right now it's only the start of a story, or maybe just a vignette. *** The two young women smiled as they approached Zorian the merchant. Under other circumstances he would have been pleased to see two pretty females smile at him. But...