I Sold My Soul To Play The Blues, Ch. 2 (re-edit)
The hallways of the hospital lab building smelled of fresh wax, dog, and men's and women's locker rooms. That, and the sulfur smell of Lewis Star. I guessed my dog nose was just really sensitive. Even walking was strange for me - my feminine hips...
I Sold My Soul To Play The Blues, Ch. 2
The hallways of the hospital lab building smelled of fresh wax, dog, and men's and women's locker rooms. That, and the sulfur smell of Lewis Star. I guessed my dog nose was just really sensitive. Even walking was strange for me - my feminine...
I Sold My Soul To Play The Blues, Ch. 1
I was playing the blues at the Crossroads when I met the devil, and he made me an offer I couldn't refuse. The dark night air was thick with smoke as I drew out the chords, laying down my latest riff blood-hot, straight from the heart. The crowd was...
Apocalypse, Ch. 17
After a few weeks, Greg was ready for physical therapy. I would help him from his bed into the therapy room, and he would do simple exercises with the other recovering soldiers. He was pretty weak, but he was recovering. Greg had massive internal...
Apocalypse, Ch. 16
I broke into sobs and started to wail. Henry put her arms around me and hugged me. I thought of everything we had been through, the times we had shared, how he had been towards me, even being in heat. I thought of what he had told me, about his plans...
Apocalypse, Ch. 15
A side door opened, and a group of three men in city camouflage walked into the bay. They where holding mat-black futuristic looking rifles at the ready. Then one waved and said: "Hi Mark! Are these your friends with the bubble car?" "Meet Greg and...
Apocalypse, Ch. 14
I awoke the next morning to Greg kissing me awake. I looked up at him, and he smiled down at me. _My new husband_, I thought, trying to smile for him. "It's time for breakfast", said Greg, and we got out of bed and made breakfast in the nude. Greg...
Apocalypse, Ch. 13
I awoke the next morning in the pre-dawn gloom, cuddled up against Greg, as usual. It was Sunday, my wedding day, I realized. I sighed. I couldn't believe I was getting married. I couldn't believe I had told Greg yes. Suddenly, I had cold feet. What...
Apocalypse, Ch. 12
The bubble car rose rapidly into the air and then went hyper-sonic, bringing us over Riverside in fifteen minutes. The viewer showed the entire town layed out, and I found Greg's cabin, with our van parked in front of it. I set the bubble car to land...
Apocalypse, Ch. 11
The next morning, when I woke up, I wasn't in heat anymore. Instead of being wet and horny, I felt completely sexually satisfied. Only my pussy felt a little sore.... And as I looked over at Greg's sleeping frame, I thought about the last few days,...
Apocalypse, Ch. 10
I awoke the next morning cuddled up to Greg, deeply in heat. I moaned - my pussy was wet, and my burning vagina ached to be penetrated. My breasts where warm, my nipples erect. My whole body felt warm and tingly. I looked over at Greg: he was deeply...
Apocalypse, Ch. 9
_A young man volunteers for a sleep study, and wakes up in a strange lab transforming into a wolf-girl...._ Greg an I looked at each other, and then back to the uniformed man. _They still have the TSA in the future?_, I wondered. I guess the war on...