The Isle: Prologue

A mysterious stranger walks a hidden island, searching for his prey

Welcome to my first collaborative effort! I’ve convinced b-ridge (http://www.b-ridge.deviantart.com) to write a story with me and after some back and forth, this is what we came up with. It’s my pleasure to work with a talented writer and I hope you enjoy the story as it unfolds! And have fun trying to find the seams between our writing :) 

The peace of the island was broken by a sudden, hot northern wind.

It swept in, pulling at white­-capped turquoise waves to crash against the sheer cliffs. High overhead, a golden eagle shrilled in anger as it tumbled briefly before righting itself, banking hard to find new hunting grounds.…

Sketch Ch. 07 – Lust

A simple, quick story of a male changing into a werewolf and, in turn, changing a woman. Bonus section at the end for a second woman.

Needed to write something quick and dirty so here you go! And, remember, since this is a sketch series, it’s just… you know. Basic. And I really really didn’t check for editing.

A single overhead light flickered and hummed far in the corner of the study area.  Justin glanced up at it with an internal sigh before focusing back on his books and notes.  He was grateful the small community college had a quiet room for students to study but he wished they kept it in better shape.…

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. …

Stay Ch. 02 [TF / MF / Were-dog]

At 6:00 pm, Kevin knocked on Brandy’s door.  She felt her heart racing as she answered it.  Her smile was strained and awkward on her face and she didn’t want to let him go when he hugged her.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Kevin said.  “You’ve been crying.”  The young man had changed into casual clothes before coming over.

Brandy nodded, not trusting herself to speak.  She wore her dancing penguin pajamas and her pink panties.  She always wore her pink panties because they helped her feel brave.  Or, rather, it made the world around her feel more ridiculous.  No matter what happened, she could always just think to herself:  Sure, I can understand you want to yell at me because the extra shot I added to your coffee at your request is somehow now too much but, you know what? 

Stay Ch. 01 [TF / MF / Were-dog]

Brandy sat at the end of an over-stuffed brown couch with a glass of red wine in one hand.  Her other hand held a white envelope.  Kevin sat at the opposite end from her, one leg crossed on the couch.  Light music played from the stereo system while Brandy stared suspiciously at the young man.

“Our anniversary was three months ago,” Brandy informed him.

“I know, I know.  Just open the thing already!” Kevin’s words were gentle despite his protest.

Brandy continued to stare.  “This better not be a proposal.”

“Oh god no,” Kevin assured her.  “No no no.  Trust me. …

Errant Thoughts [TF M/F Horse]

A dashing, well-dressed, incredibly handsome young man steps into the frame.  A faint hint of amusement lies beneath his serious expression.  This unbelievably (as in ‘wow, much handsome such suave’ rather than ‘I absolutely don’t buy this for a moment, you hack’) handsome young man, who may or may not be the author addresses the reader.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” he says, his voice careful yet rich in tones.  “We have all of us experienced those moments of self-doubt.  Sitting under a remote bus terminal, watching the heavy rain fall around us while thinking, ‘I wish-‘ before stopping yourself.  ‘What if we only get one wish in life and wishing for the rain to stop just happened to be my one wish?’ Our minds are not our friends, dear reader. …

First Contact

This morning I had a weird dream.  I think because I’d just finished reading a sci-fi book the day before.  Spaceships and fighting and etc… etc… So, anyway, I had a dream about aliens exploring Earth.  And, well, could aliens be infected by werewolves?  It was an interesting dream so I wanted to write it out quickly before I forgot too much or got sidetracked.

Delicate chimes alerted the young female to the impending drop.

Light flared around her as the small ship woke.  Displays gave atmospheric information surrounding the drop zone.  A live holographic representation of her site bloomed before her eyes. …