Primal Fantasies: Wolf

Trying a werewolf cock sleeve for fun begins to change a young man and the curse spreads in a strip club.
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Over 100 of my as yet unreleased stories can be found on my Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

The faint sound of cardboard hitting concrete was easy to miss but Joseph bounced from his couch as soon as he heard it.  The mailman never knocked or rang the bell, even when the package required a signature.  So, he’d grown used to listening.  He’d been refreshing the shipping notification every few minutes while idly playing a game on his phone but it slid between the cushions, forgotten as he raced to the door.

(She) Wolf

A man finds more than just his gender changing…

A super duper duper short little thing about a man turning into a female werewolf. I’m posting three really short stories today, all around gender fluidity.
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Over 100 of my as yet unreleased stories can be found on my Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

His nerves throbbed like a second heartbeat as he knelt in his living room.  They thrummed, slowly at first and he groaned, shaking his head. 

Static buzzed in his ears, distracting him.  He pushed his palms against his head, rubbing his temples over and over.  The skin dragged on his palms, loose for a moment until they filled out, bulging away from his fingers and palm into paw pads.

The Den

“Are you sure you can’t go?” Riley asked, her fingers hooked into the front belt loops of her husband’s blue jeans.  “Just picture it.  Me on the dance floor, shaking my ass all alone while sex-starved men circle like animals.  I’ll be all alone.  Helpless.  Vulnerable.  Out there twerking my booty, unaware of the approaching predators.”

 

“Oh please, David Attenborough,” Carter laughed.  He pressed the palm of his hand against her cheek and she gently nuzzled back against him before he traced a finger up and over her ear.  “You’ll have Zoey and Brooklyn there with you and I trust you more than I’d trust Mr.

Passing Through

Warning: painful transformation, death, violence, and gore.

Were-World’s Sue makes a stop in a sleepy town the morning after a full moon.

I wrote a fan fiction piece for Were-World ( https://www.deviantart.com/were-world/gallery?catpath=/ ) based on their “Sue” stories. All … copyrights? for the character are theirs.

You can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham

The wide arc of the sun crowned against the horizon, casting pure golden light throughout the valley.  The gray sky strained to contain the perfect blue yearning to break out.  Birds chirped and fluttered, zipping from building to building while watching for crumbs and worms.

 

Light buzzed and hummed and swarmed within the neon sign for Ray’s Diner. 

Alpha Beta Selene

“Come ooooon!” Bella crooned.  She sat in the small dorm room she shared with her roommate.  Her stomach was against the cheap, armless rolling chair she was able to afford and she spun lightly back and forth while facing her stubborn, shy friend.

“No, I really- I really don’t think it’d be a good idea,” Mia said.  She sat at the edge of her bed on her grandmother’s handmade quilt, staring at her hands.  Her pink nails stood out against her smooth, ebony skin as she rubbed her wrist slowly.  The tips of her frosted, straight black hair tickled her neck and she reached back to run her fingers against her nape while glancing at the clock on her phone.…

Moonlight Hymn

From my Patreon! A wife cuts herself on a tooth hidden away in a peculiar shop and begins to change.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the city streets, dragging fall leaves in a frenzied dance.  Veronica shivered, pulling her jacket close against her body and hiding her face in the faux sable fur lining the hood.

Traffic was nonexistent along the narrow street she walked and she couldn’t decide whether that was due to it being early afternoon on a Monday or the neighborhood being trashy. Still, her husband’s birthday was in two days and her mapping software swore there was a record store around here that she hadn’t visited before.…

Ghoul Gang – Werewolf Highschool

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.…

New Moon [Commission]

Three girls enter an ‘Escape The Room’ with a forest setting and find themselves changing to fit.

This was a commission from internmatt on Deviantart.

Jennifer sat in an overstuffed chair, staring at the faint cracks in the white leather.  She settled her glasses on her nose out of nervous habit, awkwardly ignoring the other two girls in the room.  Her arm stood out in stark contrast against the chair, her skin as dark as burnt mocha.  

The young woman stole a quick glance at the other two girls – Emily and Madison – and then bent back down to picking at the lines in the chair.  

Sketch Ch. 07 – Lust

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 Wish That I Had Wolf Feet

I wish
that I had wolf feet.
And I can tell you why.
I could race through forests in wolf feet.
Without a soul nearby to spy.

I think it would be very good
to feel my bare toes change.
Black claws slicing through tennis shoes
until wearing any clothes felt strange.…