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(She) Wolf

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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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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.…

A Wolf In Comfy Clothing

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A simple, very very short story I put together on a whim for Pride Month! Not including the trans man werehyena story I wrote earlier this month on Patreon.

Sometimes bravery takes many forms.

He stared at himself. Swallowing while picking at the hem of his dress. His cheeks were bright red and he blushed more deeply while hiding his arms behind his back after noticing the dark hairs covering them. Sighing, bringing his arms around once more after staring at his hairy legs and realizing it didn’t matter. He looked away while lifting his dress, sliding a fingernail around the edge of the brief panties he wore.…

The Den

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“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

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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.

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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. …

Comfort

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I should’ve known what was happening when she started getting more clingy earlier in the afternoon. But, I was distracted. She followed me around, just talking and rubbing her arms and keeping me company. Eventually we wound up on the couch where she pressed herself against me while I watched videos on my phone. Again, I should’ve noticed when she didn’t take out her own phone and, instead, lay her head against my shoulder with her hand resting on my thigh. I turned to kiss the top of her hair and shivered when the sharper ends of her pixie cut brushed against my neck.…

The Gift Ch. 03

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The infection spreads through the castle and the princess confronts the king and queen.
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The two werewolves approached the kitchen slowly, cautiously, dropping to all fours with long ears at attention.  The smaller wolf glanced at the larger until given a nod.  She leapt, crashing through the kitchen door to the sounds of screams.  The women inside all backed into a corner with Matilda holding a shaking spoon before her.

Ignoring the old woman, Beatrice snapped and clawed as one girl tried to run.  The stricken girl screamed, spun and slammed to the ground, holding her dangling arm. …

Prey

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A man tries to boost his livestream by hunting for a local legend but finds himself prey instead.

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I have all of my gear ready and arrayed before me.  A light backpack with a thin laptop connected to a 4g hotspot.  The hotspot is connected to a big portable battery and I have a couple more batteries for the laptop.   Just in case.

The big item is the GoLive!! streaming headband.  That was pricey.  The laptop is old and I bought it used but the headband is new.  Took several months but I know it’s going to be worth it. …

Inescapable

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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. …

Control

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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. …

Alpha Beta Selene

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“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.…