About Mark Graham

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

On my Patreon: A sequel to An American Werewolf In London

Just a heads up that the latest story on my Patreon is a 15,000 word sequel to the movie “An American Werewolf In London”! A fantastic artist gave me a little writing prompt that I thought fit well with October and Halloween so I gave it a shot.

If you’re interested, join up and read it here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/42565042

There’s a basic $2 tier that gives you access to all the tiers, a $5 tier that also grants access to period art based on my stories and a $10 tier that gives you access to a custom story queue (I ask for prompts after every round of stories are done and one is typically written a month).…

Office Party

A woman buys a cursed costume, infecting as she changes

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I’m three pages deep on Amazon and I still don’t know what to get for the party.  I can’t wear one of the typical ‘slutty girl’ costumes and not just because it’s my first work party as an actual, functioning working adult.  It’s just not my style.  I’ll save those for girls with more self-confidence. Or more alcohol.

So, I close the tab and just do a basic search for a costume.  After a bit of back and forth. I decide a onesie is probably my best bet. …

Inescapable

The sky mourned with the village.

Beneath the gray, flat clouds the sky was the color of curdled milk.  Rain fell in drizzling slanted waves as lightning flashed soundlessly far into the distance.

Mary walked with her younger sister, a bucket in each hand while Faith struggled with just one. 

“Papa says they’s gonna call the adults together,” Faith grunted.  Her white dress, embroidered with green flowers was caked in mud.  She shook her head to settle her twin braids behind her.  “Tonight at elder Joshua’s home.”

“It’s no business of ours, Faith,” Mary reminded her.  Her own dress, handed down from her mother and patched several times over was nearly as filthy. …

Feline Therapy Ch. 03

Ariel accepts her changes while her girlfriend learns her secret

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Music and conversation assaulted Ariel as she entered the lively bar.  She pressed a hand against her lower back to try and settle her struggling tail.  She’d taped it against the back of her thigh this time and it hated being constrained.  She hated the feeling of it being trapped as well as the feel of the tape on her but she had no choice.  Even with the baggy pants she wore, she worried everyone would see.

The young woman scanned the room, churring instinctively as she searched the bar for her girlfriend. …

Feline Therapy Ch. 02

Ariel finds her changes come with more than enhanced athleticism

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Dr. Hollister woke to the weight of her girlfriend’s arm against her stomach and a gentle quiet that was interrupted by Caitlin’s soft snores.  She lay still for a few minutes while trying to remember everything that happened the night before but it was all a jumbled mess in her mind.

There was pain, yes, she remembered that.  And the concern in her lover’s eyes.  But not much beyond that.

Slowly, and as carefully as possible, Ariel wiggled sideways out of bed while holding Caitlin’s arm above her. …

Collab with Rose Crowley

I worked on a collaboration with Rose Crowley for her SubscribeStar ( https://subscribestar.adult/rose-crowley-werewolf ) site and it’s posted! It’s a little piece titled “Release” that she used as a spoken word performance. If you’re at all interested in female werewolf transformations, I would highly recommend subscribing to her content, not just for the piece we worked on together but for the amazing videos she produces. Female werewolf videos (in mass media and otherwise) are so incredibly rare and it’s even more rare to see someone who is so incredibly dedicated to her work. She’s not someone making these videos just for money for her fans; werewolves are a passion for her.…

Feline Therapy Ch. 01 [story / cheetah]

A geneticist experiments on herself in order to restore her glory days as a gymnast

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A faulty street light pinged in the darkness above as Ariel pounded down the wide sidewalk.  The array of lights lining the nearly empty street cast an angry orange glow in the faint tendrils of smoke from a distant wildfire.  She slowed, huffing loudly with her hands at her slim hips.  Her fingers massaged her aching side while she slowed her pace.

“Morning,” a young man said as he passed her effortlessly on the left in the gloomy haze. …

Disobedient

A quick and dirty little snippet of a girl with a magic nose ring

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I stand there and take it.  God.  My step-dad is such a fucking asshole.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he asks.  His face is red and he’s got this big v-shaped vein popping out on his forehead.  “Just because your mom is gone for the week, you think you can get away with this?”

This is a nose ring I just got done.  I have a cute little silver plated septum nose ring and it hurts. …

Control

It’s getting dark.  Nearly time but I try to let it last as long as possible before I hide myself away.  With my mom gone, I have the whole house to myself.  And the, what’d the guy say that sold it?  The partially finished basement down below where I plan to hide myself away.

It’s enough.  I’m slowly learning to hold myself back.  To not destroy everything around me.  To not lose myself to it.  So a simple basement is enough.  It will be.  I have this under control now.

Music helps so I lay here in my old bed with my college books on the floor around me and my phone feeding music to my headphones to try and calm me. …

At The Stake

Villagers burn the wrong woman at the stake and she takes revenge

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“They’ve come for you!” Cidrin yelled as he crashed through the small store.  He stumbled and fell and a shelf of glass shattered next to him.  “You have to run!  They’re coming for you!”

The small child still wore the cast she’d made for him and the herbs stuffed within mixed with the oils and tinctures from the broken vials surrounding him.  Midia glanced up sharply at his entry and immediately moved to help him back up.  She fussed at his arm but he pulled away as he caught his breath.…