on puddles from the recent rain. Two
women shrieked and giggled as they moved away from the streets. A slick black sports car sped past, splashing
the sidewalk while the passenger yelled out an incoherent catcall. Its red tail lights scattered through the
drops of water. The night air smelled of
hot concrete, steam, food and the eclectic scents of young adults migrating
between clubs and bars.
Beth!” the taller of the two women said, pulling at her girlfriend’s
arm. Tipsy and thrown off balance, they
stumbled on their high heels and giggled again.
Dave kneeled against the wall as he stared at the two furry women in front of him. Craig’s smile was lazy as she luxuriated in the effects of the change and the enormous amount of sex the three had. She kneeled with her thick, muscular thighs open and her long fingers slowly stroking the short fur covering her skin. Her thick brown tail lay still behind her as she looked at the man. The smaller donkey girl, John, crouched to the side. Her black lips were pulled back in the suggestion of a smile; pure hatred mingled with the thrill of retribution being meted out to her former friend.…
Craig launched the shortcut to his Chrome browser with a practiced click. His old, ragged office chair creaked as he leaned forward. Without thought, he opened the link to his local Craigslist section and went to the ‘casual encounters’ section. The young man brushed a few oily strands of thin brown hair away from his eyes as he browsed the ‘women for men’ listings. He picked at a few acne scars absentmindedly with his left hand while he filtered through the ads. Only once had he had luck with the site – if it could be called luck. He soon learned that if a dollar sign appeared anywhere in the ad, the lady expected to be paid for her troubles. …