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1. The CYOA continues – we’re at part four now!
2. I have about 13 or 14 stories posted on the Patreon but nowhere else. I have a lot of dog girl stories, a lesbian donkey TF, a fox TF and more! Including The Gift chapter 2 and OFFICE BITCH CHAPTER 3!!
3. I ask for polls and feedback and sometimes your input directs my writing.
Just a little quick scene (not even a story, really) to keep my hand in on writing.
A husband learns of his wife’s and step-daughter’s curse and forced to join them.
The silence was palpable, marked only by the occasional clink of heavy silverware against stoneware plates.
Dave opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again. Not for the first time. He glanced at his wife but found her focused on her own food, seemingly oblivious to everything around her. Dave’s step-daughter, Jessica, shifted and huddled in her seat.
The young girl’s normally cheerful, bouncy personality seemed to have drained away. …
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.…
A newborn princess is given a gift by an old crone – a gift that expresses itself violently on her wedding day.
“And on this, the occasion of our daughter’s birth, we call forth the three fairies to be her godmothers. Wise beyond even their own years and powerful beyond our knowing, we offer our finest jewels to thee.”
The king stood atop the dais, arms raised. His staff of office was held in one hand with the other bare to show his good intentions. Before him, a select crowd of nobles and rich merchants applauded politely. The queen, so fresh from a harsh childbirth, smiled thinly from her seat next to her royal husband.…
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. …
This morning I had a weird dream. I think because I’d just finished reading a sci-fi book the day before. Spaceships and fighting and etc… etc… So, anyway, I had a dream about aliens exploring Earth. And, well, could aliens be infected by werewolves? It was an interesting dream so I wanted to write it out quickly before I forgot too much or got sidetracked.
Delicate chimes alerted the young female to the impending drop.
Light flared around her as the small ship woke. Displays gave atmospheric information surrounding the drop zone. A live holographic representation of her site bloomed before her eyes. …
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. …
This is part one of the “sketch” series. Rough draft little stories put together quickly. In this one, a man and woman are test subjects. One changing from man to woman, the other changing into a werewolf.
My head hurts. Badly.
And I’m cold.
My eyes crack open and the headache flares as the overhead lights drill deep into my skull.
I can’t remember where I am. I left work. I remember that. Night time. Damn project due for presentation tomorrow to our clients and they changed their RFP the day before. I was walking home and… and… and what? I can’t remember.…
What does one wear when one knows one is going to transform into a massive werewolf killing machine later in the evening? And, yes, that works as both a “werewolf that is a killing machine” and a “werewolf-killing machine” except not a machine, per se. I don’t need Thomas suddenly appearing in a puff of disgusting, putrid stench to tell me that “Surprise! You were a robot all along! Lolz!” I can handle a lot of stuff but I think that would be my breaking point. So, what does a young sexy werewolf lady wear? Something you don’t particularly care about? …