A deeply religious young woman fights against the sinfully dirty thoughts plaguing her. Chapter 1 of 2.
Abigail lay in her bed, listening as her roommate’s faint breathing turned slowly to quiet snores. She could hear muted conversations around her from the girls in her suite. She was still getting used to them but, so far, they all seemed like nice girls. Shifting to her side, the young woman watched the other side of the room to make sure Sally, her roommate, was actually asleep. The other figure was blurry but unmoving.
With a deep blush, Abigail reached her right hand down to lightly touch the soft hairs above her sex. She turned on her side, facing the wall and just slowly stroked the tangle of chestnut hairs over and over. She could feel her shame burning to the tips of her ears. She almost took her hand away as an echo of her mother’s voice filled her ears.
Your virginity is sacred, Abigail Young, her mother always told her. It belongs to your future husband. When you’re married, you belong to him and no other. You give yourself to him body and soul and you please him as his wife. Sexual congress is between a man and his wife and anything else is filthy. You’re not a dirty girl, Abigail. You’re my sweet girl. God is always watching and you wouldn’t want to offend Him, would you, Abi?
that I had wolf feet.
And I can tell you why.
I could race through forests in wolf feet.
Without a soul nearby to spy.
I think it would be very good
to feel my bare toes change.
Black claws slicing through tennis shoes
until wearing any clothes felt strange.
So, yup. I definitely took a good break from writing. Relaxed, played some video games, read and… yeah, that’s about it.
However! I think I’m ready to get back into it. I’ll see what kinda pace I can set but at least something once a month, I think. And possibly every other week here and there.
I have a little something I put together quickly and will be posting it here in a second. Nothing major at all but, what the hell, right? :) Gotta start somewhere. I also plan to start doodling again since I have some ideas there.
Sorry for the long delay!
Check out parts 1 and 2 of season 2, episode 6 where I (and FakeMan) get interviewed by Shadow_Dragon! Woooo! *dances* *dances more* *shakes it*
I should’ve posted this a while back but, as a heads-up, I’m taking a little break from writing. I feel like I need it but, don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of ideas still and I won’t ever give up writing.
Hope y’all are enjoying the summer and doing well!
Part 2 of 2. Theseus enters the Labyrinth as his body changes further.
Always forward, never left or right, Theseus remembered. The tear on his left side continued stretched against his increased bulk, ripping up to his armpit. The cool air that flowed in and against his skin made him shiver with pleasure. His small breasts had grown enough to show through the tear, the swell of the new skin soft and white against his tanned skin. White fur sprouted between his breasts, lengthening into a small tuft that tickled his thick, hardened nipples.
Theseus walked forward, wincing in pain with each step. As soon as he was out-of-sight of the soldiers, he stopped to retrieve the ball of yarn tucked away. His slim, deft feminine fingers quickly undid the small knot and he unraveled a bit of it to tie around a protrusion in the wall.
Satisfied, he continued forward. The heat within the Labyrinth was stifling. He’d imagined it to be open to the sky but it was sealed. And yet, light dim somehow found its way into the massive structure. Whether by accident or masterful artifice, Theseus could only guess.
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Part 1 of 2. A retelling of Theseus facing the Minotaur.
Air stirred in the small cell. Small strands of hay danced, twirling and spinning around each other as warm wind found its way through the cracks and hallways of the palace. Young Theseus closed his eyes with a sigh, welcoming the fresh air. The man sat stiffly against the cool wall of his cell, strong arms crossed over his stomach. Despite his calm demeanor, the youth hummed with energy, purpose and confidence.
Suddenly, the door to the cells groaned open. Theseus squared his shoulders to face his captor but, to his surprise, a young woman soon stepped into view. Her hair was golden curls held up and away from her smooth, tan neck. She wore a simple, yet expensive, white chiton with an ornate golden girdle that matched her luxurious hair. Her body was hidden by the long, loose fabric yet Theseus could nearly imagine her form and his heart raced from a different kind of energy.
Part 2 of 2. The woman’s changes continue as her mind slips further away and strong urges take their place.
Julia sat hunched at her desk. She was rocking back and forth slightly, her hips and ass flexing as she arched her spine slightly. The smell of the man from earlier wouldn’t seem to leave her.
The young woman panted lightly in her chair, lips occasionally pulling back to reveal slight fangs. She held the edge of her desk and rocked, pushing her ass back instinctively. She felt hot and hungry and her entire body ached. She’d been attracted to boys before and had even occasionally, shamefully wondered what sex was like. She wasn’t dumb, she knew how it worked. She just never felt the urge to explore. Her sex drive was low and, combined with her religious upbringing, she kept her hands to herself.
Her sex was swollen. A small part of her knew she should stop rocking. Knew she should stop rubbing back and forth but she couldn’t. It felt so good. Reddish hairs sprouted from her lower back. Barely noticeable against her tanned skin, the hair slowly crept up to a small peak at the base of her spine.
A young woman is humbled after making rude comments in front of a supernatural creature.
Part 1 of 2. I know this because I’m only about 1,000 words away from finishing part 2. Second part should be out in 2 or 3 days!
Julia held the door for her friend. “Why not a cat?” she asked. “Cats are quiet, clean and small. They’re perfect little pets.”
“I know. I like cats. It’s just,” Pamela paused. “I need an animal to help keep me active and get me out there. And, well, it’d be nice to have a happy face to come home to. Cats are too aloof.”
A low murmur of adult voices mixed with the loud, excited voices of small children as the two women entered the animal shelter. Kittens played behind glass in small, sectioned off cubes to their left. Young pre-teen girls squealed as the kittens fumbled and pounced in their areas. A small room to their right, labeled “Exotic Animals” held less than exotic bunnies and parakeets. Julia wrinkled her nose at the faint antiseptic smell permeating the room.