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.…

Jenny – Epilogue

Dave kneeled against the wall as he stared at the two furry women in front of him.  Craig’s smile was lazy as she luxuriated in the effects of the change and the enormous amount of sex the three had.  She kneeled with her thick, muscular thighs open and her long fingers slowly stroking the short fur covering her skin.  Her thick brown tail lay still behind her as she looked at the man.  The smaller donkey girl, John, crouched to the side.  Her black lips were pulled back in the suggestion of a smile; pure hatred mingled with the thrill of retribution being meted out to her former friend.…

Jenny

Craig launched the shortcut to his Chrome browser with a practiced click.  His old, ragged office chair creaked as he leaned forward.  Without thought, he opened the link to his local Craigslist section and went to the ‘casual encounters’ section.  The young man brushed a few oily strands of thin brown hair away from his eyes as he browsed the ‘women for men’ listings.  He picked at a few acne scars absentmindedly with his left hand while he filtered through the ads.  Only once had he had luck with the site – if it could be called luck.  He soon learned that if a dollar sign appeared anywhere in the ad, the lady expected to be paid for her troubles. …