For A Song… [Commission]

This story is a commission. The rough scenario (man to bird and singing on stage) is from the commissioner but I built a world around it to place it in. The universe it’s set in is mine.

A young man unwillingly changes in front of a crowd as he sings.

– My first bird TF!

The bar fell into a hush when she walked in.  Conversations stopped in a wave around the entrance, rippling out until the entire place was silent.  Kanye blared from the digital jukebox but you could hear a pin drop.

If she blushed, you couldn’t tell; her cheeks were hidden behind deep black fur. …

Old Gods

Tiffany stared at the ceiling through red-rimmed eyes.  Every so often, she sniffled and sighed, rolling from her left side to her right side, back and forth.  A thick nondescript gray blanket hung off the edge of her hard cot.  She’d used it briefly during the night until she couldn’t stand the way it scratched against her bare arms.  Instead, she lay in a small ball, hands gripping her arms tightly.  Gray pre-dawn light filtered through the small window overhead.

Time seemed to stop for her; she couldn’t tell how long she’d been in the tiny room.  She’d screamed and cried and cursed until her throat was raw. …

Bitch Ch. 02 [TF / F / Were-dog / Bestiality]

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. …

Bitch Ch. 01 [TF / Were-dog / Forced]

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.  …

Shifting

So, there’s an artist I like on DeviantArt – wwbot (http://wwbot.deviantart.com/).  Yesterday he made a piece of art that I liked quite a lot:  http://www.deviantart.com/art/Shifting-427194669.  Today I apparently decided to write a story around it.  I meant to create just a little scene description for him to put under the image but I guess I can’t write short things well.  So, here’s a story for it.  “Shifting.”

“That’ll be $31.23.  Cash or card?”  The cashier asked.

“Oh, gosh, card.  Debit card.”  The young woman answered.  Around her, customers browsed and laughed and made lewd comments to each other while holding up various outfits. …

The Pact

Set against the backdrop of 1873, a young man learns the dangers of asking for your hearts desires.  For some forces and dark and enjoy the folly that follows such requests.  The young man’s wish comes with a heavy price that not only he must pay.

A single bead of sweat crept from beneath the band of Little Joe’s hat, burrowing through caked-on dirt until it worked itself down into a muddy afterthought.  The young man rubbed the back of his grimy hand against his cheek, smearing the streak and wiping away bits of dry earth.  He squinted up at the sun while he pushed the heavy plough behind the family’s old, tired draft horse. 

Testing Grounds – Literotica Variant

Sooo… apparently bestiality is a no-no on Literotica.  I’ve modified the story to mostly remove that part and hopefully it still makes sense.  If anyone cares to read it, I’m also included the modified chapter here.

May 23rd, 2057 11:24 am PST

Like a spy cloaked against its enemies, three small spiked shapes danced unnoticed by the neighboring cells floating in the culture dish.  Dimmed light from the monitor lit Dr. Campbell’s face while he watched the movement of the magnified sample.  Computers hummed in the darkened room, providing power to the algorithms that automatically tracked and recorded the specimens.

Dr.…

The Lady Wore Red – Chapter 4

Lily stood from the couch and looked around the little room.  She listened to the faint howl of the wind outside the house while she ordered her thoughts.  The small tree near her front window clawed the glass in slow patterns, sounding all the world like a ship groaning in high winds.  The living room lights flickered and Lily frowned in consternation.  Now, she thought.  What do I need to do?  Makeup?  Something nice to wear?  Neither thought filled her with excitement but she made her way to her bedroom to find what she could.

Every footstep and creak in the house sounded amplified as the growing storm muffled the outside world. …

Layers Chapter 10

What does one wear when one knows one is going to transform into a massive werewolf killing machine later in the evening?  And, yes, that works as both a “werewolf that is a killing machine” and a “werewolf-killing machine” except not a machine, per se.  I don’t need Thomas suddenly appearing in a puff of disgusting, putrid stench to tell me that “Surprise!  You were a robot all along!  Lolz!”  I can handle a lot of stuff but I think that would be my breaking point.  So, what does a young sexy werewolf lady wear?  Something you don’t particularly care about? …

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. …