Slip-Point Board Story-1 (PG-13)
This is the Board Collaborated Story for Slip-Point.com
Writers–
Harper - trekken46
Dylan - Boris
Beka - Dragonlight
Trance - Gordon AI
Tyr - Gildedtongue
Rommie (all of them) - Lexic
Part-1
Harper's POV
"Uhg... my aching head, did I step in front of a speeding freighter?" Harper asked as he awoke to
a throbbing headache.
Groggily he tried to raise his head, which felt like a Magog was sitting on it. Struggling to see
through bloodshot and bleary eyes, he raised his hand to rub his eyes, realizing that he was naked.
Confused as to where he was and why he was naked he began trying to look around.
Looking around he realized that he wasn't in his quarters nor was he onboard the Andromeda.
The soft white sheets beneath him helped to prove that, he'd never had white sheets in his
quarters, reminded him too much of a Hospital.
Realization suddenly dawned that he must have gotten very drunk last night. Sitting up straight in
bed, his mind began a frantic chase, he couldn't for the life of him remember a single thing that
had happened.
Noticing that he wasn't alone in bed he looked over at the sleeping form, the draft from him
sitting up, causing it to shudder and dig deeper into the sheets, it's tail brushing against his leg as
it curled in on itself.
"A tail? Oh no, oh please no, don't be who I think it is, please don't be her," he silently prayed to
the Divine, hoping that He'd be listening.
Unable to make out any details through the sheets, he slowly folded down the covers, still
praying against what his heart already knew, slowly revealing the figure's head. He stopped as
soon as he saw the person, shock written all over his face, as the truth sunk into his brain.
"Trance..." he said in defeat as his mind went into overdrive, trying to remember what the hell
had happened last night, and why he was in bed with a sleeping, naked, Trance.
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