{"id":1785,"date":"2022-06-18T09:05:07","date_gmt":"2022-06-18T16:05:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nobiliserotica.com\/site\/?p=1785"},"modified":"2022-06-18T09:05:07","modified_gmt":"2022-06-18T16:05:07","slug":"ep-472-a-star-in-the-rough-by-lex-b-griffin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/nobiliserotica.com\/site\/2022\/ep-472-a-star-in-the-rough-by-lex-b-griffin\/","title":{"rendered":"Ep 472 A Star in the Rough by Lex B Griffin"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<!-- iframe plugin v.6.0 wordpress.org\/plugins\/iframe\/ -->\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" style=\"border:none\" src=\"\/\/html5-player.libsyn.com\/embed\/episode\/id\/23428145\/height\/100\/width\/480\/thumbnail\/no\/render-playlist\/no\/theme\/legacy\/tdest_id\/105741\" height=\"100\" width=\"480\" scrolling=\"no\" 0=\"allowfullscreen\" 1=\"webkitallowfullscreen\" 2=\"mozallowfullscreen\" 3=\"oallowfullscreen\" 4=\"msallowfullscreen\" class=\"iframe-class\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe>\n\n<p>This month&#8217;s patron-funded story is A Star in the Rough by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.patreon.com\/LexBGriffin\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Lex B Griffin<\/a>.&nbsp; It&#8217;s narrated by Nobilis Reed.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/patreon.com\/nobilis\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Support the Nobilis Erotica Podcast<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/riverdaleavebooks.com\/books\/5471\/monster-whisperer-second-class\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Excerpt:&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-weight: 400; font-size: 12pt;\">The JK-10P was a machine quite unlike anything else on the market. Originally a bit of an experimental flop due to the number of oddities in its design, it was meant as &#8216;an exciting, one of a kind solo-driving experience&#8217; and configured to mimic a number of now extinct earth animals, none of which had ever been suitable for humans to ride in the first place.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was a commodity, but\u2026 one that<\/span> <em><span style= \"font-weight: 400;\">apparently<\/span><\/em> <span style= \"font-weight: 400;\">no one wanted\u2026&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That was just because the things were<\/span> <em><span style= \"font-weight: 400;\">mind-bogglingly<\/span><\/em> <span style= \"font-weight: 400;\">difficult to maneuver.&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-weight: 400; font-size: 12pt;\">It took months, even years of training and practice to adapt to the rocking, leaping, and lunging motions the JK-10Ps \u2013 or Jackalopes as they came to be known \u2013 used to get around. They were excellent for rocky terrain, and an expert rider could make them look elegant in the air.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-weight: 400; font-size: 12pt;\">It&#8217;s no wonder they became a sport within just a decade of their invention, and just barely fifteen years after the official league association formed, they were invited to the olympics in New Sanfran. Coincidentally, a city of even steeper hills than its namesake.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-weight: 400; font-size: 12pt;\">Anton walked the course the day before the race, eyes wide and mouth agape. It wasn&#8217;t even traversable on foot. Large rocky outcroppings, uneven straightaways. The Jackalope would eat up the terrain for sure, but if the gravel shifted unexpectedly\u2026 Anton would have to pay careful attention to make sure he didn&#8217;t wipe out at the worst possible moment.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was<\/span> <em><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">perfect<\/span><\/em><span style= \"font-weight: 400;\">.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-weight: 400; font-size: 12pt;\">Just outside the city, where there weren&#8217;t even roads to smooth the way, peaks and valleys \u2013 those pockets of straight aways would let you coax your metal beast into a loping sprint, hands gripped to the &#8216;antler-bars&#8217; while your body rode the writhing waves of your steed.&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Anton&#8217;s excitement just to<\/span> <em><span style= \"font-weight: 400;\">be<\/span><\/em> <span style= \"font-weight: 400;\">here was only beaten by his nerves. He was new to the senior league, and this would be only his third appearance on the interstellar circuit. His anxiety was understandable, dammit.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;You&#8217;ll do great out there tomorrow,&#8221; Yulia, his girlfriend said, back in their room, calm and patient. She was always the more level-headed of the two of them. Anton loved her utterly for her support, he did, but this time\u2026 the olympics were a<\/span> <em><span style= \"font-weight: 400;\">big deal<\/span><\/em><span style= \"font-weight: 400;\">. He was so early in his career. He could-<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-weight: 400; font-size: 12pt;\">&#8220;Hush, now,&#8221; Yulia said again, petting a hand over Anton&#8217;s shoulder. &#8220;Listen to me.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-weight: 400; font-size: 12pt;\">Anton did, blinking and turning to face Yulia, rapt with attention.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-weight: 400; font-size: 12pt;\">&#8220;Tomorrow, you&#8217;re going to go out there, and you&#8217;re going to ride that monster you call Stella-&#8220;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-weight: 400; font-size: 12pt;\">Anton chuckled, he loved his girl, even if her paint job was a little retro.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;And you&#8217;re going to make every jump, and you&#8217;re going to wow everyone with your skill and your attention to detail and your focus. And you&#8217;re going to be<\/span> <em><span style= \"font-weight: 400;\">proud<\/span><\/em> <span style= \"font-weight: 400;\">of that run. That&#8217;s your only goal. It&#8217;s your first appearance, you don&#8217;t need to medal right out the gate. There&#8217;ll be other chances.&#8221; Yulia pressed a kiss to Anton&#8217;s brow.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;And what if I<\/span> <em><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">do<\/span><\/em> <span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">medal?&#8221; Anton teased, knowing Yulia was probably right.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Hmm\u2026&#8221; Yulia pet a speculative hand down Anton&#8217;s arm and across his belly. &#8220;How about this\u2026 I&#8217;m going to stroke you now, until you&#8217;re<\/span> <em><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">just<\/span><\/em> <span style= \"font-weight: 400;\">shy of coming-&#8220;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-weight: 400; font-size: 12pt;\">Anton hissed, oh fuck\u2026 he knew where this was going\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><span style= \"font-size: 12pt;\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;And tomorrow, if you&#8217;re a Good Boy, and do as you&#8217;re told,<\/span> <em><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">then<\/span><\/em> <span style= \"font-weight: 400;\">you&#8217;ll get to come.&#8221;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/directory.libsyn.com\/episode\/index\/id\/23428145\/tdest_id\/105741\">Check out this episode!<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This month&#8217;s patron-funded story is A Star in the Rough by Lex B Griffin.&nbsp; It&#8217;s narrated by Nobilis Reed. Support the Nobilis Erotica Podcast Pick up Monster Whisperer, Second Class Excerpt:&nbsp; The JK-10P was a machine quite unlike anything else on the market. Originally a bit of an experimental flop due to the number of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1785","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-update"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nobiliserotica.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1785","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/nobiliserotica.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/nobiliserotica.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nobiliserotica.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nobiliserotica.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1785"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/nobiliserotica.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1785\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1786,"href":"http:\/\/nobiliserotica.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1785\/revisions\/1786"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nobiliserotica.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1785"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nobiliserotica.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1785"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nobiliserotica.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1785"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}