About Mark Graham

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

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.…

Leashed Ch. 02 [Patreon, Story, Dog Girl]

Amber investigates her changes, unable to resist the heat building within

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My whole body is alive and begging for attention and I’ve never felt anything like this.

On the bed with my blanket around my ankles, ass raised in the air, head buried in my pillow and all I can think about is the ache within.  My chest is hot.  I feel my heartbeat in the pit of my stomach, my cheeks and ears are on fire and my teeth itch and I can’t stop rubbing my tongue against the roof of my mouth because of the way it sends jolts of spiky electricity down my stomach to my pussy and OH GOD I’m so fucking wet I can feel my muscles inside, slippery and empty and the static buzzing in my ears enough to drive me mad-

I clench the bedsheets, my little claws tearing into them and the mattress below.  Shivering.  Pressing my ass back with my legs spread.  Mouth open and my tongue hot and wet against my chin.  Shaking from it.  Nipples dragging against the bed.  All of them.  Fuck.  Leaning my chest down and sliding forward to feel it against my little lower nipples like a lover’s hands against my body.  Above me, his chest on my back and his cock inside of me, pushing, opening me, telling me I’m his dirty little slut.  Grabbing my hair hard and shoving my face into the bed.…

Branded

Headlights scattered on puddles from the recent rain.  Two women shrieked and giggled as they moved away from the streets.  A slick black sports car sped past, splashing the sidewalk while the passenger yelled out an incoherent catcall.  Its red tail lights scattered through the drops of water.  The night air smelled of hot concrete, steam, food and the eclectic scents of young adults migrating between clubs and bars.

“Come on, Beth!” the taller of the two women said, pulling at her girlfriend’s arm.  Tipsy and thrown off balance, they stumbled on their high heels and giggled again.

“It’s late, Kari,” Beth called out.  Still, she followed the other woman, smiling at her exuberance.  As much as she’d complain about being away from home, she’d never admit that she loved when her girlfriend convinced her to go out on some new adventure.  She watched as the girl’s two long black curls bounced against her cheeks.…

The Gift Ch. 02

From my Patreon! Chapter 2 (of 3 currently) for The Gift!

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Warm afternoon sunlight filtered through tall, dilapidated buildings.  The air was sour with the scent of offal from nearby butchers and emptied chamber pots.  Agnes stepped lightly around puddles on the dirty, uneven ground. She held a wicker basket against her hip and a dainty hand over her nose while praying for a cool breeze to move the stale air.

Nearly all the lords and ladies were busy at the wedding with their fancy clothes and jewelry while she sweated through the stench of the lower city.…