The Method
I peered out over my magazine, trying to catch the gaze of the waitress as she walked the aisles. It was the middle of winter, and the windows of the café were covered in steam as she finished serving an elderly lion near the steamy windows of the...
The First Week
Zeke stretched out naked over the sofa, watching bad TV. He'd showered an hour earlier, and there seemed little point in getting dressed again. After experiencing his first transformation into a werewolf a week ago, he'd already ruined three of his...
The First Night
When Zeke woke up, he was lying face down on a wooden floor in an unfamiliar place. It was dark. His mind was foggy and his muscles ached. He tried to take stock of his situation, but he found it too hard to concentrate, eventually coming to the...
No Easy Process
Sammel's bare paws felt cold on the concrete as he descended the steps into the cellar, fingerpads pressing lightly against the note in his pocket to make sure it was still there. It was too dark to read, but he'd read the paper so many times that he'd...
Teasing Rai'ke
Rudder sat behind the desk of his obscenely large office and sipped his coffee, half-heartedly tapping figures into a spreadsheet with his spare paw. It wasn't even midday yet, and he was already uncomfortably aware of how distractingly horny he was....