A certain artist discovers there’s a reason she’s drawn to werewolves in her art
Another of the free stories I created for my initial batch of patrons on Patreon!
You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham
A cool new feature I added for $5+ tier is live writing. Y’all can watch in extreme boredom as I mangle the story in real time!
Also there (and nowhere else currently) are:
1. A poll based CYOA story that’s about to start!
2. A TG draft that I’m working on.
3. A short werewolf story with a lady cop and another woman
4. My first squirrel girl TF!
— Emily —
Lycanthropy comes with a unique set of changes, physical and mental. I think the physical ones are the worst. Not the obvious body changes, no. The hormonal ones. The urges and new desires.
It’s hard to control but you can learn to control it if you’re the right kind of person. Otherwise you go crazy from it.
Four years. Forty-eight months. Roughly one hundred and forty-four changes. Give or take. Fuck whoever that was on the mountain four years ago. Fuck him and his need.
But, by God, I understand it. The hunger. The heat. The heat more than anything once you get the beast under control.…
WARNING: Contains rape!
Funny little story behind the creation of this one, I’ll post about it on my main site in a day or two. Oiling my writing wheels before completing and commission and then possibly opening up for more.
Couldn’t just not write something for Halloween, though!
The Ghoul Gang investigates a werewolf! Hijinks follow!!
The classroom’s speakers clicked with a brief burst of static as a dissonant chime echoed through the noisy classroom. Their teacher yawned, hiding his mouth with the back of his hand. He pulled out his tablet to begin marking attendance.
Five students huddled in the back corner of the room, ignoring everyone else while names were repeated until someone answered.…
A simple, quick story of a male changing into a werewolf and, in turn, changing a woman. Bonus section at the end for a second woman.
Needed to write something quick and dirty so here you go! And, remember, since this is a sketch series, it’s just… you know. Basic. And I really really didn’t check for editing.
A single overhead light flickered and hummed far in the corner of the study area. Justin glanced up at it with an internal sigh before focusing back on his books and notes. He was grateful the small community college had a quiet room for students to study but he wished they kept it in better shape.…
I’m writing this as much to just write something as I am to make a story. So, it’s slightly rushed and I didn’t mean for the TF to be that long and I ran out of writing time so it is definitely rushed. Apologies but I really just wanted to write something!
Set in the DC Comics world, Artemis targets Wonder Woman.
Tabitha held herself still in her chair. She sat apart from the rest of the students and all were arranged in a crescent around an old, round theater stage. The young girl nervously moved her notebook and collection of pens until they were perfectly even with each other. …
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.
The murders started about eight months ago. Grisly things. Bad enough that you wouldn’t really call them ‘bodies’ anymore. …
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.…
So, there’s an artist I like on DeviantArt – wwbot (http://wwbot.deviantart.com/). Yesterday he made a piece of art that I liked quite a lot: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Shifting-427194669. Today I apparently decided to write a story around it. I meant to create just a little scene description for him to put under the image but I guess I can’t write short things well. So, here’s a story for it. “Shifting.”
“That’ll be $31.23. Cash or card?” The cashier asked.
“Oh, gosh, card. Debit card.” The young woman answered. Around her, customers browsed and laughed and made lewd comments to each other while holding up various outfits. …