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. …

Sketch 06: Caged [TF / MF / Werewolf]

I am enormously thankful for fetishists.

The things I’ve ordered from various websites are mostly harmless but, all together would paint quite a bad picture of me.  Chains.  Metal cuffs – not handcuffs, mind you, actual proper thick metal cuffs.  A little like you’d see in old movies (old England or France or wherever) when they throw a prisoner in the deepest dungeon with his hands chained to the wall until they lead him out to be beheaded.

Which, to be honest, is pretty close to what I’m doing.

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The murders started about eight months ago.  Grisly things.  Bad enough that you wouldn’t really call them ‘bodies’ anymore. …

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?’…

Sketch 05: Unintended Consequences [F / TF / Insect]

A young woman receives a gift that was promised to change her. She learns, however, that one cannot choose their fate.

As part of the ‘Sketch’ series, this is roughly done and experimental. This is my first insect TF and, again, a sketch. Grammar, spelling and editing all suffer for it. As does the actual transformation itself.

The old truck hit a hidden rock on the dirt road and Suzanne’s eyes automatically strayed to her satchel.  Her bag barely moved and she flicked her eyes back to the road. Above and around her the sky drained of color until the edges of the world seemed to be on fire.  

Legal Issues – Chapter 7

The final chapter in the story.

A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property. Forces intervene and the woman changes.

Early morning sunlight streamed through Lynn’s curtains.  The young woman woke slowly, still smiling from her dream.  She felt unreasonably happy, as if she were a small child tucked into bed by loving parents after a full day of play.  An empty chair stood beside her bed and, next to the chair was a small table.  Atop the table was a plate full of vegetables and a bowl full of mixed greens.  Lynn’s stomach rumbled loudly and she remembered she hadn’t eaten anything the day before. …

Legal Issues – Chapter 6

Chapter 6 of 7.   A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property.  Forces intervene and the woman changes.

Lynn sat in her car.  She’d worn a large t-shirt over a bra that didn’t at all fit properly, even at the furthest clasp.  She wore her black yoga pants and the fabric stretched over her ass.  Her tail rasped slowly over the wide elastic band around the waist as it moved.  She’d tried to hide the tail in the pants but it hurt to have it bunched up.  She couldn’t pull them up high because of her udder. …

Legal Issues – Chapter 5

A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property.  Forces intervene and the woman changes.

Lynn woke slowly, her mind clawing its way out of a near-drunken haze.  Her body tugged at her, calling attention to different parts that ached or itched or hurt.  She sat up, blinking through gummy eyes while smacking her lips.  Sharp pain lanced through both of her breasts when she moved.  She looked down at her swollen breasts and suddenly adrenaline crashed through her, lifting the fog from her brain.

“Muuh!” Lynn cried out in a sudden deep-throated panic.  It wasn’t her breasts that alarmed her; rather, it was the distended area of her stomach that brought her fully awake. …

Sketch 04 – Alone

Written for someone specific.  A super quick story.  Two werewolves thought they were alone in the world until they meet for the first time.

 

The first meeting. Nervous at the prospect of meeting another wolf for the first time. Anxious. I can feel it at the back of my mind. Padding. Sitting with crossed paws only to stand and walk around and around in circles. Waiting. He knows what’s coming.

And then there you are, walking towards me, recognition on your face. I stand. Worried about stupid things. Handshake, hug or…? How does- but you’re suddenly there and your cheek slides by mine as you press yourself into my space.…

Legal Issues – Chapter 4

Outside of Lynn’s apartment, the world was alive and buzzing with activity.  The young woman hummed a happy tune as she walked down mostly empty sidewalks.  A strong, steady wind rippled banners and flags around her while keeping the sun from being too overwhelming.  Not a single cloud covered the electric blue sky.  Lynn felt her loose hair flutter in the wind and she tsk’ed at herself for not putting it up.

The wind brought with it the scent of the nearby lake.  Lynn made her way to the water, crossing streets and taking exaggerated sniffs of the bakeries and delis she passed. …