Jackal

“Viktor!” Jackal shouted as they kicked open the door and walked inside the lab. The scientist almost shit himself with the sudden outburst from the rough and tumble succubun now stropping over toward him.  “Jackal, always a pleasure; for the last time, I will not manufacture you some class-A drug, I have better things to be doing with my time,” he replied, fixing his goggles and turning back to his papers.  “No, I’m not here about that. What do you kno...

Clumps of soil and fallen leaves cling to Jackal’s boots as she shoves her way through the trees, over shrubs and vines that cling to the other plants like needy lovers. The more crowded parts of Burrowgatory were far behind her now, and thank fuck for that. A familiar anger curls low and hateful in her stomach, and her fingernails dig harshly into a fallen tree trunk as she v...

She didn’t know why she was in this situation. Well, she did - but she didn’t like it. Eyes narrowed with her disapproval, her gaze flit over to the nervous looking pride-horned doll before her. Hutch. They fumbled with their round glasses, readjusting them for the millionth time since she’d been there, and Jackal didn’t even bother hiding the roll of her eyes. She wasn’t there for the spoiled, she reminded herself, she was there for one of her envy-horned littermate...

“So, how have things been with you and Velveteen?” Jackal asked, gently nudging Fatima, causing the poor girl to blush profusely. “It’s been going very well. Far better than I would’ve imagined honestly. I’m pretty happy with our arrangement.” “Murmur, I still can’t believ...