Office Party

A woman buys a cursed costume, infecting as she changes

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I’m three pages deep on Amazon and I still don’t know what to get for the party.  I can’t wear one of the typical ‘slutty girl’ costumes and not just because it’s my first work party as an actual, functioning working adult.  It’s just not my style.  I’ll save those for girls with more self-confidence. Or more alcohol.

So, I close the tab and just do a basic search for a costume.  After a bit of back and forth. I decide a onesie is probably my best bet. …

Inescapable

The sky mourned with the village.

Beneath the gray, flat clouds the sky was the color of curdled milk.  Rain fell in drizzling slanted waves as lightning flashed soundlessly far into the distance.

Mary walked with her younger sister, a bucket in each hand while Faith struggled with just one. 

“Papa says they’s gonna call the adults together,” Faith grunted.  Her white dress, embroidered with green flowers was caked in mud.  She shook her head to settle her twin braids behind her.  “Tonight at elder Joshua’s home.”

“It’s no business of ours, Faith,” Mary reminded her.  Her own dress, handed down from her mother and patched several times over was nearly as filthy. …

Feline Therapy Ch. 03

Ariel accepts her changes while her girlfriend learns her secret

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Music and conversation assaulted Ariel as she entered the lively bar.  She pressed a hand against her lower back to try and settle her struggling tail.  She’d taped it against the back of her thigh this time and it hated being constrained.  She hated the feeling of it being trapped as well as the feel of the tape on her but she had no choice.  Even with the baggy pants she wore, she worried everyone would see.

The young woman scanned the room, churring instinctively as she searched the bar for her girlfriend. …

Feline Therapy Ch. 02

Ariel finds her changes come with more than enhanced athleticism

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Dr. Hollister woke to the weight of her girlfriend’s arm against her stomach and a gentle quiet that was interrupted by Caitlin’s soft snores.  She lay still for a few minutes while trying to remember everything that happened the night before but it was all a jumbled mess in her mind.

There was pain, yes, she remembered that.  And the concern in her lover’s eyes.  But not much beyond that.

Slowly, and as carefully as possible, Ariel wiggled sideways out of bed while holding Caitlin’s arm above her. …

Feline Therapy Ch. 01 [story / cheetah]

A geneticist experiments on herself in order to restore her glory days as a gymnast

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A faulty street light pinged in the darkness above as Ariel pounded down the wide sidewalk.  The array of lights lining the nearly empty street cast an angry orange glow in the faint tendrils of smoke from a distant wildfire.  She slowed, huffing loudly with her hands at her slim hips.  Her fingers massaged her aching side while she slowed her pace.

“Morning,” a young man said as he passed her effortlessly on the left in the gloomy haze. …

Disobedient

A quick and dirty little snippet of a girl with a magic nose ring

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I stand there and take it.  God.  My step-dad is such a fucking asshole.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he asks.  His face is red and he’s got this big v-shaped vein popping out on his forehead.  “Just because your mom is gone for the week, you think you can get away with this?”

This is a nose ring I just got done.  I have a cute little silver plated septum nose ring and it hurts. …

Control

It’s getting dark.  Nearly time but I try to let it last as long as possible before I hide myself away.  With my mom gone, I have the whole house to myself.  And the, what’d the guy say that sold it?  The partially finished basement down below where I plan to hide myself away.

It’s enough.  I’m slowly learning to hold myself back.  To not destroy everything around me.  To not lose myself to it.  So a simple basement is enough.  It will be.  I have this under control now.

Music helps so I lay here in my old bed with my college books on the floor around me and my phone feeding music to my headphones to try and calm me. …

At The Stake

Villagers burn the wrong woman at the stake and she takes revenge

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“They’ve come for you!” Cidrin yelled as he crashed through the small store.  He stumbled and fell and a shelf of glass shattered next to him.  “You have to run!  They’re coming for you!”

The small child still wore the cast she’d made for him and the herbs stuffed within mixed with the oils and tinctures from the broken vials surrounding him.  Midia glanced up sharply at his entry and immediately moved to help him back up.  She fussed at his arm but he pulled away as he caught his breath.…

Karma’s a…

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The man watches as the young woman in professional clothing times her escape.  He can see it in her face – the wicked smile and the constant glances as she finishes her food.  And it wasn’t the first time he’d spotted her, no.  He often dined around town during his lunch break and she’d shown up in two other restaurants around the same time.

He spills his salt as she takes a gulp of her wine.  She refills the glass with what was left in the bottle while he traces a pattern in the salt.  Once it complete, he leans forward to blow the salt towards her. …

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.…