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The Labyrinth Ch. 02 [TF / TG / Cow Woman]

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Part 2 of 2.  Theseus enters the Labyrinth as his body changes further.

Always forward, never left or right, Theseus remembered.  The tear on his left side continued stretched against his increased bulk, ripping up to his armpit.  The cool air that flowed in and against his skin made him shiver with pleasure.  His small breasts had grown enough to show through the tear, the swell of the new skin soft and white against his tanned skin.  White fur sprouted between his breasts, lengthening into a small tuft that tickled his thick, hardened nipples.

Theseus walked forward, wincing in pain with each step. …

The Labyrinth Ch. 01 [TF / TG / Cow Woman]

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Part 1 of 2.  A retelling of Theseus facing the Minotaur.

Air stirred in the small cell. Small strands of hay danced, twirling and spinning around each other as warm wind found its way through the cracks and hallways of the palace. Young Theseus closed his eyes with a sigh, welcoming the fresh air. The man sat stiffly against the cool wall of his cell, strong arms crossed over his stomach. Despite his calm demeanor, the youth hummed with energy, purpose and confidence.

Suddenly, the door to the cells groaned open. Theseus squared his shoulders to face his captor but, to his surprise, a young woman soon stepped into view.…

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

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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]

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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.  …

The Gift [TF / Multiple / Werewolf]

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A newborn princess is given a gift by an old crone – a gift that expresses itself violently on her wedding day.

“And on this, the occasion of our daughter’s birth, we call forth the three fairies to be her godmothers.  Wise beyond even their own years and powerful beyond our knowing, we offer our finest jewels to thee.”

The king stood atop the dais, arms raised.  His staff of office was held in one hand with the other bare to show his good intentions.  Before him, a select crowd of nobles and rich merchants applauded politely.  The queen, so fresh from a harsh childbirth, smiled thinly from her seat next to her royal husband.…

Hunter’s Moon Ch. 04 [TF / F / Werebat]

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At the conclusion to the story, Heather succumbs to her thirst and learns what happens when she loses control.

Heather lost track of her dreams, memories and reality.  She thought Teri tried to wake her up twice but she wasn’t sure whether she was dreaming it or remembering the morning before.  She dreamed she was flying and it was as glorious as she remembered.  Wind buffeted her face and fur and she spiraled down to the ground before swooping back up.  Catching prey in flight.  Claws rending flesh.  The smell of blood filling the air.  The rush of excitement from the chase and the kill. …

Hunter’s Moon Ch. 03 [TF / F / Werebat]

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Part 3 of 4.  Heather begins to change as night approaches.

“Heather,” Teri whispered.  “Are you awake?”

Bright morning light peeked around the edge of the thick, red curtains of their east-facing window.  Heather groaned as her eyes fluttered open.  Her body felt heavily and useless, as if she were buried under the thick, old quilt.  Her freckles stood out in harsh contrast against her pale skin.

“It’s almost noon, Heather,” Teri continued to whisper.  “I’ve already had breakfast and explored the town a bit.  Do you still not want to get up?”

Still? Heather thought wearily.  Speaking seemed to take too much effort. …

Art Interlude #2

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I actually did this about 3 weeks ago but I’ve not been sure whether I should include pictures on this site.
Thoughts?  Yay?  No?  Don’t care?

I was proud of the hand for this one – I had to use my own as a reference  and make it fit somehow.  And I thought the foot turned out nicely – something else I had to add :)  Oh, and BE and muscle growth, too :)

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Terrible Drawings

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So, I kinda sorta messed with doodling a few times in the past.  I always wished I could draw but, apparently, writing is more my thing.  However!  I still like to mess around with art.

I ordered some sketch paper and drawing pencils recently and decided to start actually practicing.  Last night was my first attempt and those are attached here.  It’s terrible but I wanted to at least share the pain :)  I found a picture I liked and then attempted to copy (without tracing) the angle and outline and then added to it bit by bit while taking pictures at every step.  …

Unclean [TF / FM / Wererat]

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A very quick, very messy wererat story with an alternate “sexy” ending.  I haven’t done a rat TF before so, here you go!

“No, listen. Listen! I’m telling you, the goddamned cab driver dropped me off at the wrong place.” The young woman stalked down the desolate street, shoulders hunched deep within her suit jacket. Her black high heels clicked-clacked on the broken sidewalk. Rows of old brick houses lined the street. The buildings were built in rapid development decades ago but now most lay empty and boarded up. A few children played basketball in the street ahead of her and several adult sat in front of their homes, relaxing on the wide, dark gray concrete steps.…