were-cheetah – The Hidden Shelf

Feline Therapy Ch. 03

Posted on August 2, 2020 by Heather Graham — No Comments ↓

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

Posted on July 3, 2020 by Heather Graham — No Comments ↓

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]

Posted on June 3, 2020 by Heather Graham — No Comments ↓

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. …