Youko Kurama: Super Genius

Youko Kurama; Super Genius

Most didn’t understand Kurama’s fascination with the small fire apparition Hiei. Kurama was a beautiful fox spirit with long silvery hair and a body that could put any statue in the Greek pantheon to shame. He could have any demon he wanted, but his eyes were firmly fixed to Hiei. To anyone else, he just looked like a short, scrawny squirt with messy black hair and a bad attitude. But Kurama knew that this creature was the most sexually desirable creature who ever walked the Demon World.

Carefully suppressing his aura, Kurama stalked Hiei, who was currently practicing with his sword in a clearing next to a babbling brook. And praise the gods, he had taken his shirt off. Kurama’s mouth practically watered as he gazed at Hiei’s finely sculpted upper body. He admired how his thick biceps flexed when he swung his sword, how the muscles in his back rippled. He was good enough to eat. Kurama hadn’t the chance to see what was below his waistline, but he was sure he had a trim set of legs and cute, tight little ass.

Just the thought of it made Kurama want to spring out of the bushes and mount those lovely little hips. But alas, Hiei was just too quick for him. Kurama knew far too well that the second he made a sudden movement the small demon would be off and running.

Hiei made a magnificent move, spinning about, swinging his sword in a wide arch at an imaginary opponent. He grunted in an I-suppose-that-will-do manner, even though his form was flawless, and sheathed his blade. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand in a careless manner, which Kurama found adorable, turned his head to the stream as though he were noticing it for the first time. He licked his lips contemplating the refreshing coolness of that water. He glanced around and of course he didn’t sense any intruders. There was only Kurama and he had his aura thoroughly cloaked.

At last Hiei seemed to come to a decision. He unfastened his belts, hooked his thumbs in his waistband. Kurama’s mouth dropped open. He wasn’t going to…? He did. Hiei dropped his trousers and waded naked into the stream. The cold spray splashed and glistened on his skin. He shivered and let out an appreciative moan.

That cut it. Kurama couldn’t take it any more. Like a wild animal that’s spotted it’s pray he lunged out of his hiding place and dove for the cute little apparition. But no sooner then he’d made his presence known, Hiei was gone. Kurama splashed down in an empty brook.

“You again, fox,” Hiei growled from a high tree branch, “Don’t you ever give up?”

“Not on you, my scrumptious little morsel,” Kurama purred up at him.

Hiei gritted his teeth in offence before springing into the leafy canopy and vanishing. No matter, Kurama could find him later.

Kurama dragged himself out of the brook and shook himself. He felt like a drowned rat and he looked like a peep show, the dampness making his white clothing nearly transparent. He cursed himself. He just couldn’t match his lovely little spitfire’s speeds. It was infuriating.

“I‘ll never give up. One way or the other I’ll have your tasty ass or my name isn‘t Youko Kurama!” He called to the trees. He would have him. He just needed a good plan, a good trap.
* * *
He had followed Hiei into an area of foothills. This area was prone to rainstorms during the current season, but on the bright side there were a profusion of caves in which a demon could shelter. It was in one of those caves that Kurama set his trap. It consisted mainly of an apparatus he’d ordered from the human world, called an automatic garage door opener. It was a new model advertised to close faster than any other door on the market. He installed it and a heavy wood garage door into the cave‘s entrance. Then, because he was sure Hiei was smart, he fostered a layer of vines and moss to grow over the ceiling and conceal the set up.

The idea was that he’d wait for Hiei to enter the cave seeking refuge from the drizzle that was already threatening to fall, then Kurama would press the close button on the garage door remote and the door would slam shut. Hiei would be trapped inside, until Kurama decided to let him out.

An ingenious trap, Kurama decided as he stood back to admire his work. He retreated to a place atop a hill were he would have an unobstructed view of his trap. There he summoned up some vines and had them weave themselves into a comfy hammock to lie on and large fond to shelter him while he waited.

When the sun started to sink low on the misted horizon and the sky tinged pink, the drizzle had turned to a proper rain. Kurama spied a quick shape making its way into the cleared area in front of the cave. It was Hiei. Kurama jumped out of his hammock and watched intently as Hiei cased the area and eventually walked into the cave. Yes!

Kurama pointed the remote at the cave and stabbed the button. Nothing happened. Maybe he was too far away, out of range. He took off running toward the cave, pushing the button as he ran, but it didn’t respond.

“Stupid cheep human contraption!” He growled throwing the thing away, “He’s cornered. I still have a chance.”

Hiei spun as he sensed Kurama’s presence loom in the doorway, “You,” He hissed.

Hiei had taken off his damp shirt. Kurama watched as a drop of water dripped off his hair, rolled over is delicate collar bone and down his chest. Kurama licked his chops, “My, don’t we look tasty today. I could just--”

Faster then lighting, Hiei unsheathed his sword and hurled it in Kurama’s direction, forcing the fox to dodge or be skewered. Kurama got out of the way, no problem. A black blur whooshed past him and Kurama realized the sword wasn’t meant to hit him, just to clear an escape route. Kurama murmured as he watched Hiei’s backside disappearing into the brush, “Shoot. What went wrong?”

Kurama moved to examine the door. He parted the moss to look at the motor, pushed the button on the side. Nothing but a slight grinding noise. Stuck? He moved to the door, grasped it and tried to pull it down. It was stuck all right. Holding on to it, he lifted his feet and dangled there. He kicked a few times. I wouldn’t budge. He let go, placing his hands on hips. The wood on the door must have swollen on the tracks. He was about to leave when suddenly with a clack, the door fell. It fell right on his feet!

“Yeoww!!!” Kurama shouted. He desperately grabbed hold of the heavy door to try and haul it off his feet. Then with a evil whirling sound, the door shot back up again--with him still holding on to it. It whirled again, slamming down hard. The impact jarred his bones and rattled his teeth. Whirl, it shot back up again. Up. Down. Up. Down. Until finally the little motor hanging from the ceiling coughed, threw sparks and died, leaving Kurama hanging upside down from the door in the up position.

Gravity took hold of him. He fell from the door and landed flat on his back with and, “Omph!” Then an ominous creak sounded from the ceiling. Kurama only had time to utter a short curse before the entire setup came loose from ceiling and came crashing down on him.
* * *
Okay, so engineering had never been his forte, Kurama admitted. He decided to stick to what he knew. And what he knew was plant manipulation. Now, he had tried to catch Hiei using his plants before. He tried springing bamboo cages on him, but Hiei could dash out of the way before the bars could close in on him. He tried snaring him with vines and branches, but his little spitfire was just too fast and agile for them to grasp him. So the idea occurred to Kurama that what he needed to do was to make it so Hiei couldn’t run.

He followed Hiei for several weeks before he found just the right place to set up his next trap. He scouted ahead and found that Hiei’s path would take him through a narrow trench with steep towering walls on both sides. Kurama’s plan; Seed a trench with seeds from the pepper pollen plant. When Hiei is well inside, he’d signal the plants to sprout. The plants would throw out its peppery pollen and send Hiei into a violent sneezing fit. He couldn’t run while he’s sneezing. Then, wearing a facemask, so that he doesn’t get caught in a sneeze fit, Kurama would swoop in and grab him.

The seeds Kurama needed weren’t indigenous to that area however, so had to send away for the seeds from a horticulturalist catalogue. It would be worth the trouble. Oh he could imagine it already; Hiei’s adorable face all red from his sneezing. Of course his face would be turning even redder with what Kurama had planned for him. He could already image how his body would shake and clinch as each sneezing fit hit him. Kurama drooled.

The seeds were sown, the trap set. Kurama was strategically perched on a ledge partway up the trench, face mask in place. Hiei was entering the trench. Kurama waited until Hiei was deep in, where he couldn’t escape the pollen clouds. Hiei was running at a steady pace, completely unaware of the plot lying beneath his feet. He stopped dead in his tracks, a panic stricken look on his face as he felt the sudden flare of demonic energy. It was Kurama, of course, feeding power to his plants, willing them to grow.

The ground rumbled as green shoots sprung forth from the dirt and sprouted leaves and tight little buds. As soon as those red little flowers opened, Hiei would be caught in a furious sneezing fit! Kurama checked his mask and started down the slope, running full tilt. The buds twitched and slowly opened, unfurling their petals--Yellow!

In the next second a huge bulge swelled up at the base of the plant stocks. The bulge moved up the stock to the branches and then whoosh! A thick yellow liquid ejaculated from the flowers. It was so quick. Kurama didn’t have time to stop. His feet hit the yellow goo on the ground. It was slick! He couldn’t stop. He skidded and slid out of control down the path. He slid right past Hiei, who was standing still wiping the yellow gunk from his face. He reached out in a last stitch effort to grab him. But it was no good, all he accomplished was to loose his balance and fall down on his hind end.

And that didn’t even help to slow him down! He rushed onward, until he saw a big piece of rock, jutting up from the floor like a giant goo covered ramp. He was headed right for it. He shot up the ramp, and high into the air, maybe thirty feet! Then gravity took hold and he fell twisting and tumbling to land face down in a big gooey puddle of yellow with a very dignified splat!

Kurama pulled his face out of the puddle in time to see Hiei picking his way through the spots were the slick stuff had been absorbed by the dry sandy ground. Kurama tried to get up and go after him, but then he slipped in the puddle and again landed on his face. Hiei was gone by the time he managed to struggle himself into at seated position.

He glared at the plants with their yellow, not red, flowers. Needless to say those weren’t the pepper pollen plants. Exasperated, he reached into his yellow stained tunic and whipped out the catalogue he’d ordered the seeds from. Item #401 Pepper Pollen Plant. Yes, the picture next to it was of a red flower. What did those idiots send him then? He tore through the catalogue until he found the picture of the yellow flower; Item # 901 Butter Bush? He lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked some of the yellow goo off. Delicious! It was slightly salty sweet artificial butter.

Kurama laughed, nearly hysterical, “Well look at the bright side, it’ll go great with popcorn!”
* * *
Kurama was convinced his next trap was sheer genius. It took some time for him to gather all the things he needed. Some things he had to mail away for: a hot tub pump, an industrial refrigerator unit and a bulk order of super fast gelling jell-o. He ‘barrowed’ set of tools and a shovel from a nearby village. He hauled it all up into the mountains, where Hiei had been hanging around recently.

Kurama had gotten the idea while observing the small demon and noted his partiality for bathing in the hot springs. First step, Kurama would build a false hot spring. He dug it out himself in an area that had no natural spring, but looked as if it could use one. He hid the hot tub pump that warmed the water in a statically placed stump. Then he seeded the area with lush inviting looking ferns and sweet smelling flowers. He knew that when Hiei saw it he would not be able to resist going for a soak.

Kurama was just putting on the finishing touches when he sensed Hiei’s aura coming near. He took one last glance at his masterpiece, before scampering off to his hiding place. He watched with bated breath as Hiei wandered into the clearing and stumbled onto the man-made-- or should say fox-made-- spring. He frowned and seemed to be trying to recall if it had been there before. But then with a shrug off his shoulders, and, much to the fox’s delight, he started to remove his clothes.

Kurama nearly drooled gazing on the tightly compacted muscles on his chest, stomach and legs. It took all the will-power he had not to spring from his hiding place and make a lunge for that pretty body. Instead he just reached down, gently stroked his hardening cock and promised it, Soon my pet.

Hiei slid slowly into the warm murky oddly reddish water. But what Hiei didn’t know was that the water wasn’t murky from minerals. It was cherry flavored. Kurama had dumped around thirty pounds of super fast gelling jell-o into the water. As soon as he switched off the heat element and turned on the refrigerator unit, which he cleverly integrated into the pump system, the jell-o would solidify and Hiei would be trapped inside. That is, until Kurama decided to eat him out!

Kurama chuckled darkly to himself, admiring his own genius, and reached for the remote control for the pump. Heat off. Cold on. Done. In a few seconds Hiei would be his.

“Ah cold!” Hiei suddenly yelped and sprung out of the tub.

“What?” Kurama hissed. The jell-o didn’t gel. The instructions guaranteed that it would set up instantly when the mixture was chilled.

Cursing Hiei got back into his pants and took off. Only after he was gone did Kurama emerge from his hiding place. Pacing over to the pool he muttered, “Now what could have gone wrong? Was it not cold enough?” He used the thermometer that came with the pump to measure the temperature, compared it to the directions for the jell-o. It was more then cold enough.

“Maybe it didn’t work correctly because it was such a large batch. I should have increased the powered mix to water ratio,” Kurama mused, “Ah well, it wasn’t a complete loss.” Yes, he got to see Hiei’s naked body as he got out of the pool. It was even better than when he gotten in, because after he was wet and cold. His skin had pinkened in an impersonation of a blush while his muscles tensed and his nipples stood erect, and his dick had stunk up so small, more than half of it was obscured by his pretty black pubic hair. Oh, when Kurama saw that, he wanted nothing more than to tackle him to the ground and take it into his mouth like a little Hiei-flavored Popsicle.

“Oooo,” Kurama moaned just thinking about it. He was getting hot, near to the point of sweating and his dick was painfully hard. He glanced down at the invitingly cold pool below him and shrugged, “No use in letting a good bath go to waste.”

He took off his cloths and slid into the water, closed his eyes. Crunch! His eyes snapped open. There was Hiei staring at him, partially bent over with a stripe of white material in his hand; his headband. He must have forgotten it and came back to retrieve it. He was so close, Kurama thought, that if he reached out fast enough he might just get him. He made to for the grab, but…. He couldn’t move!

The jell-o had gelled, Kurama realized--while he was in it! He jerked his body hard, trying to free himself, but that only set the jell-o into an uncontrollable jiggle. “Ahhh!” He cried out as he willed the jell-o to stop shaking.

Hiei frowned, reached out a tentative finger and poked at surface of the pool. A smile spread over his face. “Stuck fox? Ha! Serves you right.” He paused for a second, his eyes lingered over Kurama’s dessert incased body. He shook himself and said, “Have fun eating yourself out.” He turned to leave.

“Why don’t you eat me out?” Kurama stopped him.

Hiei whipped back around, “Excuse me?”

“It’s yummy,” Kurama purred and wiggled his silvery little ears, “It’s cherry flavored. You know you want it. Come on, we can both have a little snack.”

Hiei’s eye twitched, “You. Are. Unbelievable.”

Hiei dashed away. Kurama admired his hind end as he went. He muttered, “Just wait until I get out of this stuff. Then I’ll show you unbelievable.”
* * *
Okay, the garage-door-in-a-cave trap failed, the pepper-pollen-plant trap was a miss, and the jell-o-in-a-hot-tub trap backfired, but Kurama could not be deterred. He realized his error in his past plans were that he’d overcomplicated them. But his newest plan to capture his lovely Hiei was simplicity in itself.

First, Kurama had gone out and collected a good sized basket of carrots. He knew that Hiei liked to eat raw carrots. He took the carrots into little fishing shed near the river where he had set up temporary shop. He placed the carrots standing up in jars that he filled with a solution sleep pollen in water. Using his plant manipulation power, he willing them to soak up the water.

“I’ll plant these carrots in a place where Hiei will find them,” Kurama talked to himself, “And when Hiei eats the carrots the sleep pollen in them will cause him to fall into a deep peaceful slumber. All I’ll have to do is walk out and pick him up.”

Hiei was walking along the river, looking out for something to eat. Carrots would be good. Carrots grow well in this area. That was when he heard a voice-- did it say his name? It was coming from this little fishing shed parked next to the river. Hiei crept up to the little shed and peeked into the window. It was Kurama! What is that fox prattling on about?

Kurama went on, unaware that he was being observed, “Of course dosing is important; too little pollen and Hiei could wake up before I have a chance to properly secure him. Too much, and Hiei won’t wake up when I want him to. I definitely wanted him to be awake when I… do the deed.”

Hiei hissed, “Ah ha! I knew that crazy fox has been stalking me. Gods why me? There are plenty of easy pieces of meat in this world.”

Kurama sighed to himself, “Though it’d be better still, if he just surrendered to me. I don’t know why he always runs. Most would be flattered to have my attention.”

“Arrogant son of a bitch,” Hiei glowered. He noted then that the shed, Kurama was in, was free standing with a floor that wasn’t anchored to the ground in any way. It was also only a few yards from the river. He smirked, “I’ll fix his wagon.”

He push the shed carefully to the river with the intention of pushing it in and watching that dumb fox scream as his little building was swept down the river. He might even wave to him from the banks if he gets the opportunity. He was up to the edge of the sloped bank, one more shove and the shed started to slide down into the river, but then-- the bandages on Hiei‘s arm snagged on a nail.

“Shit!” He cursed as he was dragged down with the shed.

Inside, Kurama was knocked off his feet with the sudden shock of impact. He cried out, “What the hell?” He looked out the window and to his astonishment saw the shore rushing past him. He amended his query to, “How the hell?”

That was when he heard the splashing sputtering curses coming from below. “Hiei?” Hiei was clinging onto the base of the shed, trying with all his might not to let the fast waters drag him under. “Hiei!” Kurama called to him as he shot through the window and reached down to him. Grasping him by his soaked sleeves, Kurama hauled him into the shed. Hiei half fell, half stumbled into his embrace. At last, Kurama felt Hiei’s small but powerful body pressed to his. He would have been overjoyed-- but what was the sound? It was like a dull roaring, getting louder and closer….

Kurama and Hiei glanced at each other, wide eyed and at the same time exclaimed, “Waterfall!!!”

There was nothing anyone could do as the little building tipped over the edge and fell into the mist shrouded depths.
* * *
It was a wonder they survived. They dragged themselves to rock strung shore. Hiei coughed and spit up water. Kurama sloshed up to the shore next to him, “You all right?”

Hiei glared at him, “This is all your fault somehow, you--”

His words caught in his throat. Kurama pulled himself up onto the bank and turned over. He was soaking wet, making his white clothes embarrassingly transparent as they clung to his gorgeously lean muscled body. And to top it off, he had an erection. The man just fell off a waterfall and he had an erection. And what an erection! It was long, smooth, and pink. Hiei couldn’t stop looking. Without thinking about it, his hand strayed close, touched his taught stomach.

Kurama stood perfectly still as if a rare butterfly had landed on him and any slight movement would cause it to fly away. But then Hiei’s hand slipped down and palmed his swollen manhood. The sensation hit him like an electric shock. His hips jerked, involuntary. Hiei snatched his hand away like he’d touched a hot stove. He leap to his feet and looked as if he was about to bolt.

“Wait!” Kurama called and to his astonishment Hiei stopped and looked down at him. Kurama licked his lips, “Uh, is this what you want?” He took hold of his wet waistband and pushed the damp material down his hips, letting his growing erection spring out. “If you come back, I promise I’ll behave.”

Hiei licked his lips, looking as if he was making a decision. Kurama thought he was going to take off after all, but then without warning Hiei lurched forward, dropped between Kurama’s legs. He swooped and down and promptly took the head of Kurama’s cock into his mouth.

“Oh god damn!” Kurama gasped. He strained not to thrust and choke the smaller demon with his cock. He lifted his hand with intention to place it lovingly on top Hiei’s head. But when he did, Hiei jumped and pulled back. Hiei didn’t thrust him. “Sorry. I’ll keep my hands down.” He placed them back down at his sides.

Reluctantly then, Hiei lowered his head and began to bob his head up and down his length. Kurama let out a low growl as Hiei laid a line of kisses along the thick vain on the underside of his dick. He got to the base where the shaft junctions with the balls, he gently worried the skin there between his teeth. It sent electric stocks of pleasure shooting through his body. Kurama couldn’t believe… any of it! Hiei was sucking his cock and he was so good at it! All these years of chasing Hiei, setting stupid traps, and all he had to do was show him his cock?

“Ah, that’s sooo good Hiei,” Kurama moaned.

Hiei licked the tip, looked up at him and growled, “I want more.”

“More?” Kurama asked half dazed with pleasure.

Hiei let go of his cock, stood and reached for the belts circling his waist. Kurama watched, slack jawed as Hiei released the buckles, and lowered his pants. He was aroused. Kurama had seen Hiei naked a few times, but never aroused. Kurama felt a thrill seeing Hiei’s ridged cock and knowing that he was the cause of it. It made his own arousal jump and beg for attention.

Hiei kicked off his pants and straddled Kurama’s thighs. Kurama almost lifted his hands to grasp Hiei’s hips, but remembered to keep them down when the smaller demon stiffened. When his hands where safely back on the ground, Hiei relaxed.

Kurama inquired, “Don’t you want me to--”

Hiei jammed his fingers into Kurama‘s open mouth. Kurama moaned and happily sucked those fingers until they were slick with spit, then Hiei jerked them out and snapped, “Now shut up and let me concentrate.”

He leaned in and aggressively claimed Kurama’s lips. He kissed him so hard. Kurama had to shift his hands on the ground to keep from being pushed down. Hiei’s tongue brushed over his lips. The moment he opened them he swept inside to play with his tongue. Kurama was delighted when Hiei allowed him to play back. Hiei gasped like he‘d been bitten by a snake. Kurama opened his eyes and saw Hiei was reaching behind himself, working his fingers into his tight hole. Was Hiei going to…?

“Ohhh,” Kurama moaned as Hiei kissed down his neck, nipped at his collarbone. Kurama gripped the pebbly ground.

Hiei reached the neckline of Kurama’s shirt and grunted in irritation. He seized the hem of Kurama’s tunic and jerked it up over his head. Kurama was obliged to raise his arms to allow the garment to slide off, but the second it was off he put them right back down. He had to keep his hands down no matter what or Hiei might dart.

“Gorgeous,” Hiei hissed before laying hot kisses across his chest.

“Speak for yourself,” Kurama murmured, nuzzling the unruly black hair atop his head.

“I told you to shut up,” Hiei said sharply as he shoved him harshly down onto the pebbly shore. He glared at Kurama determinably as he poised his bottom over the fox’s full erection. He lowered his hips and then hissed sharply as Kurama’s girth pushed up into his tight entrance.

Out of reflex, Kurama’s hands flew grasp at Hiei’s hips. Hiei caught them before they find their mark. He held them as a lax expression drifted over his face. Kurama could have come right then. Hiei was perched atop his dick, a faint blush coloring his cheeks, his eyes half lidded with un-denied pleasure. And then he started to move.

“Ohhh,” Kurama’s head rolled back. He was getting dirt in his perfect sliver hair, but he didn’t care. He was fucking Hiei!

“You… you like that, don’t you, fox?” Hiei panted.

“Yes, yes!” Kurama moaned, “Oh god, I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this with you.”

“Huh? You‘ve wanted this?” Hiei’s face went slack.

“Duh, you delicious little sex pod,” Kurama purred. “What else would I do with you?”

Hiei‘s face went from pink to red. “Shut up already!”

That was just fine with Kurama. At that point, he wouldn’t have been able to voice anything but mindless dribble anyway. Hiei was moving furiously up and down his cock.
The heat in his body was mounting. He could have sworn that his skin was going to start smoking. Just as he thought it couldn’t get any better, a sharp gasp drew his attention to Hiei. His head was thrown back. He was gripping his cock, moaning loudly. One firm squeeze sent thick streamers of cum, splattering over Kurama’s stomach.

“Damn it, too fucking sexing!” Kurama howled. He felt like he was about to explode. He forgot all about his promise to keep his hands off. He grabbed Hiei-- he wasn’t in the position to resist-- and rolled him over underneath him and thrust into his clenching orifice.

Hiei clutched at his chest. He wasn’t fighting back, he was enjoying it! With an ear piercing shriek, “FOX!!!” Hiei came again, his passage tightening even more impossibly around Kurama’s dick.

“Ah-hahaHIEI!” Kurama shuttered as all the heat drained out of him and into Hiei’s body.

Even after his passion was drained, Kurama couldn’t find it in himself to let Hiei go. After all the time he’d spent lusting for the small demon, chasing and tracking him down, Hiei was finally in his arms. How could be let him go? He cuddled the small demon close.

“Are… are you purring?” Hiei spoke, “Hn, jut when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter.”

Kurama’s silver little ears perked up. “You thought I was cute? But wait, why did you always run from me?”

“Oh well, I thought you wanted to eat me,” Hiei stated.

“What?! Eat you?”

“You were always calling stuff like tasty and scrumptious morsel,” Hiei pointed out, “You basted me with butter, tried to gel me into a desert…. You never told me you liked me like that. You just tried to grab me. What was I supposed to think?”

Kurama laughed, “I suppose next time someone catches my eye, I should try talking them first.”

“Next time?” Hiei leaned into his embrace, “You think I’m going to let you go to someone else?”

“Oh you think you can keep me?” Kurama said with a playful haughtiness.

Hiei shrugged, “You can take off if you like, but… I’ll just chase you down.”

END…
A/N: Another weird one. God help me, I’ve turned Kurama into Wile E. Coyote. Please review, I’d really like to know what you all think of this insanity. On another note, I’ve started making cover art for my stories. I’m posting them on AFF’s face book page if anyone wants to check them out.