This one written several years ago, when I was a bit younger than now. I think it shows.
Diona-Stellar Class Party Girl
The ground shook, the massive leaf under which Diona of Reality Hargeenstown crouched vibrated from the footfalls of the stalking Kinda. She had not meant to trip over the slumbering beast, only to harvest the glowing, brightly colored dragonflowers found only in this psychedelic like Reality. Maskoon, the dark visaged one of Reality Sandjaform, was throwing a killer party in his gnarly old mansion and she wanted the flowers for a pull away skirt. Diona, possessed of that youthful, delicate beauty that fired men's hearts, froze their minds and ignited agitated genital stiffening liked to dress so as to impress when she undressed. She had her dragonsgrill, placed gently in the special pouch made for her by old Tentrila, the family witch. Time to go.
But the Kinda, too early awakened, and unimpressed with Diona's vibrant beauty, was both hungry and surly. Some vagary of the warm afternoon breeze carried her spoor to the creature's sensitive nostrils and in but an instant the smelly thing was upon her, slamming her sheltering leaf away with a demented snarl of happy satisfaction. She was both irritant and food for his ravening, awakened hunger, and the Kindra would have thought that poetic justice, if it thought at all, which it did not.
"Fuckin' beastie, I don't want to but I guess I have to. Where shall I sting thee, oh smelly one?"
A mental picture of the Kinda hopping about, yelping in pain and holding paws to rump brought a mischievous smile to Diona's face. She focused, targeting the creature's posterior then hurled a mental bolt of fire that was only meant to sting, not destroy. But Diona's Talent varied widely between Realities, she had not spent sufficient time here among the colorful flowers to get a handle on her power, and with a whimpering yelp of infinitely sad pain the Kinda exploded, showering Diona with hot, fetid body parts.
Gasping in shocked disbelief she surveyed the remnants of the odiferous animal, spread both across the fecund soil and her own sacred (to her, anyways) body.
"Oh, shit!" She exclaimed, then whispered softly. " I didn't really want to finish you, but sometimes I just don't know my own power. I am so sorry, please forgive me."
