Haunted House Party: Seven Minutes In Heaven

A pair of women struggle with corruption during a light hearted game of seven minutes in heaven

Darkness surrounded the old-growth forest and an unnatural chill emanated from the sides of the old van, beating back the attempts from the struggling heater.  The warm air from the front vents twisted with the cold, swirling and mixing before being forced down to the floorboards.  

 

Leah sat in the back, watching the others from the third row of seats.  The grotesque shapes of bent trees with reaching arms passed as dim shadows in the darkness beyond her window.  She shivered, rubbing her upper arms while leaning away from the windows.  

Tainted Love

A magical girl confronts her enemy… only to find herself being corrupted and enjoying the changes

I typically only post one story a month, but the four I’m posting now are very short little things (like last month) so I’m dropping them all at the same time. Enjoy!

He eyed her as she approached, walking with the cocksure confidence of someone who knows they’re right.  That they’re always right.  That they always win.

 

As she came, he looked down to the wand she held to her side.  

 

She was a slim girl in a wide, pleated skirt, white button-down shirt, white stockings and a brown silk bow tying back her black hair. 

A Welcome Guest

Two women explore an old attic and accidentally unleash a hungry demon

A super duper duper short little thing about a woman turning into a succubus and… modifying her friend in return. I’m posting three really short stories today, all around gender fluidity.
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The ancient attic smelled of dust, mold, books and rat shit.  Cindy waved her arms around to clear old spider webs as Jessica followed behind her.  

 

“This is the dumbest thing ever,” Jessica whined.

 

“Think of the adventure!” Cindy said in return. 

Slow Burn

A young woman becomes cursed and changes into a demon
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The bus screeched to a stop with a hiss that went unnoticed by the unruly children riding in their seats.  Waves of laughter echoed through the vehicle along with the muted sounds of videos playing on phones.

 

Fatma slipped her arm through her backpack’s strap while stepping into the aisle.  She carefully made her way through the chaos, moving around splayed legs and bags until she reached the driver.

 

“Thank you,” she told the driver with a smile, as she had every day. …

The Transition of Elijah Brooks [Commission]

A young man and his older sister, both missionaries, journey to a remote to join their parents, unaware of what awaits them.

Written on commission from fredwirtz on SoFurry.

This is definitely not my usual style and is very dark so, heads-up! Read the tags for any particular trigger warnings for you.

Concepción buzzed around me as dusk settled upon the city like a mantle.  Bright city lights ticked on one-by-one, illuminating the streets and shops in the small district.  I watched two young artists from one of the many universities set up canvases on tripods while musicians found their corners, instrument cases open to accept donations.

Filth Ch. 03

Abigail races to stop and reverse the changes.  Chapter 3 of 3.

The silver crescent moon overhead cast pale gray light but Abigail noticed with faint alarm that the ground itself seemed to be glowing lavender, lighting her way.  She shied away from the well-lit paths not just to hide her monstrous changes but also from an irrational fear of the blue arcs and nearly unbearable thrumming sound the lamps and electric poles gave off.

Thankfully, the campus was nearly empty and, as she approached the library, she knew it was she would find it nearly completely vacant; her sharp ears heard only a few people tapping away on computer keyboards. …

Filth Ch. 02

Abigail’s changes begin to accelerate and she finally takes notice.  Chapter 2 of 3.

Large red numbers wavered before Abigail’s eyes.  She blinked several times and then yawned, hiding her mouth behind her small hand.  The room was utterly still and the only sound a faint dripping noise somewhere in the distance.

Blinking again, the young woman sat up, idly scratching at the light fur along her midriff.   Her hidden claws left tiny red lines against her tanned, flat stomach.  The stark numbers informed her that she was suddenly wide awake at 4:12 am.

Across the room, Sally snorted and turned to her side, muttering something about a ‘Mr.…

Filth Ch. 01

A deeply religious young woman fights against the sinfully dirty thoughts plaguing her.  Chapter 1 of 2.

Abigail lay in her bed, listening as her roommate’s faint breathing turned slowly to quiet snores.  She could hear muted conversations around her from the girls in her suite.  She was still getting used to them but, so far, they all seemed like nice girls.  Shifting to her side, the young woman watched the other side of the room to make sure Sally, her roommate, was actually asleep.  The other figure was blurry but unmoving.

With a deep blush, Abigail reached her right hand down to lightly touch the soft hairs above her sex. …

The Gift [TF / Multiple / Werewolf]

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]

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. …