About Mark Graham

A programmer and an amateur writer learning to spread his wings.

Karma’s a…

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The man watches as the young woman in professional clothing times her escape.  He can see it in her face – the wicked smile and the constant glances as she finishes her food.  And it wasn’t the first time he’d spotted her, no.  He often dined around town during his lunch break and she’d shown up in two other restaurants around the same time.

He spills his salt as she takes a gulp of her wine.  She refills the glass with what was left in the bottle while he traces a pattern in the salt.  Once it complete, he leans forward to blow the salt towards her.  And then he sits back to enjoy his meal while keeping an eye on the woman.…

Leashed Ch. 03

Amber meets her maker and a decision!

A commission to end the Leashed series. This is too big for DeviantArt in one post so I had to make it two, I’m sorry!

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Perched over the side of the bed while staring down at the collar, an absurd image suddenly takes root in my head.  All I can picture is Gollum in Lord of the Rings, reaching out for the eponymous Ring itself.

Precioussss, the creature in my head croons and, suddenly, the mood shifts and I roll as a giggle fit overtakes me.

Despite being alone, I reach for my mouth to hide my smile and laughter but my hand bumps into the side of my muzzle.  And it just makes me laugh louder because now I’m picturing my dainty little hand- paw- I don’t know.  Hand, I guess?  Anyway, my hand at the very tip of my long muzzle.  Not covering my lips or anything.  Just my nose and the front of my mouth and the corners of my lips curled up.…

Alpha Beta Selene

“Come ooooon!” Bella crooned.  She sat in the small dorm room she shared with her roommate.  Her stomach was against the cheap, armless rolling chair she was able to afford and she spun lightly back and forth while facing her stubborn, shy friend.

“No, I really- I really don’t think it’d be a good idea,” Mia said.  She sat at the edge of her bed on her grandmother’s handmade quilt, staring at her hands.  Her pink nails stood out against her smooth, ebony skin as she rubbed her wrist slowly.  The tips of her frosted, straight black hair tickled her neck and she reached back to run her fingers against her nape while glancing at the clock on her phone.…

Moonlight Hymn

From my Patreon! A wife cuts herself on a tooth hidden away in a peculiar shop and begins to change.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the city streets, dragging fall leaves in a frenzied dance.  Veronica shivered, pulling her jacket close against her body and hiding her face in the faux sable fur lining the hood.

Traffic was nonexistent along the narrow street she walked and she couldn’t decide whether that was due to it being early afternoon on a Monday or the neighborhood being trashy. Still, her husband’s birthday was in two days and her mapping software swore there was a record store around here that she hadn’t visited before.…

Sheathed

A man pays for to be changed via foot worship by a dog woman.

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The bedroom is dimly lit with recessed lights at the corners of the room.  A single chair faces a luxurious four poster bed.  Sheer fabric, with a faint floral pattern, hangs from each post.  A dark walnut nightstand sits beside the bed.  The bed itself has an array of pillows with a thick, dark mahogany comforter perfectly arranged over tightly fitted sheets.

In stark contrast to the bed and the rest of the room, the chair is simplistic.  It has black padding and a metal frame.  A bare minimum of comfort.…

A Fox In Socks

A goth girl tries on a pair of cute, enchanted socks.

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Zoe stared at the flat, white box as if it were a Jack-in-the-Box toy with a viper sitting on the spring mechanism.  Two candles flickered atop two separate glass skulls on opposite sides of her desk. Despite being nearly midnight, she glanced at her locked door.  Her roommate would be sleeping so she was safe. It was Friday and he’s been studying all day for a test he had on Monday.

Brushing artificially colored black bangs away from her face, she stared back at the box.  She could feel the judgement from various posters around her room – the mosquito from her Møl poster buzzing its laughter while the black clad woman on her enlarged Tribulation album cover mocked her secret fantasy.  She hugged her large black dragon plushie as a defense against her shame.…

Berserker

From my Patreon: A Viking berserker decides to turn a captured woman

Blackened flakes rose into the air, carried on the updrafts of the fires that consumed thatched roofs and simple wooden walls. They fell back, gathering before swirling in the wind like a grotesque black river winding through the sky.

Screams filled the air – cries of terror and pain as the warriors made their way through the village, searching for survivors.

A few of the men were clad in pelts while the rest bore their nudity with pride. Soot and blood – some their own – lined their muscled bodies as they reveled in their victory.…

A Drop Of Emerald

From My Patreon!

A scientist makes a fatal mistake and grows as she becomes enraged.

Dr. Elizabeth Russell’s lab coat weighed heavily on her shoulders but not nearly as heavily as the foreboding silence within the chamber.

When she showed new interns around the part of the lab she was in now, they always, without fail, asked if the lab used to be a bank.  The chamber was sealed with what looked like a vault door but she assured them that it had never been a bank.  No, it was custom created and far beyond a financial institution’s specifications. 

She stood in dim lighting in the inner ring, facing the chamber at the center of the lab.…

It’s Been Done Before

From my Patreon!


In the future, a young woman discovers her punishment as she begins to change

My arm is sore and I have a little bump at the injection site.

I hope the judge burns in hell.  

The shuttle beeps behind me but I wave it away and the wing doors close while it rises from the ground with a heavy gust of downdraft that stirs the hem of my habit. It takes a moment for the main engine to kick on and then the wind dies and it accelerates above me.  Even here, in the middle of nowhere, I can see the blinking red strobes of more shuttles flying in the distance.…