The Were-Curse, part 2
I woke up untied, but still in that same room. The same musty, cold warehouse with the worn concrete floor, cracked in some places by grass miraculously pushing through the stone, slowly but surely reclaiming even a polluted ruin. This particular room...
The Were-Curse, part 1
They always say your first shift comes during puberty, if they tell you about werewolves at all. As if it was some mundane affliction like acne, activated by the hormonal influx. I was 30 when it happened. I had settled down and had a spouse waiting...
Draconic Discoveries
The life of a dragon wasn't easy, especially not as a young adult. Veyran had no hoard to speak of, used a tiny cave in the middle of a swamp as a lair, and hadn't kidnapped _any_ princesses yet. His self-esteem wasn't helped by the fact that it was...
The Demon Hunter
My name is Calion, and I am a demon hunter. No, that is not a good introduction. I suppose I still am myself to a degree, but a demon hunter? No... not anymore, if I ever even had been. I will start from the beginning. I was a fledgling hunter at...
Dragon Lover
I understood exactly what was going on when I had to run to the bathroom to throw up one morning, but I forced myself not to think about it, telling myself it was just nausea from eating somehing bad. Of course, ultimately there was no denying it;...
The Mascot Factory: Part 2
You seem to remember dozing off in Bubbles' arms, a vapid expression of bliss on your new appropriately toony face as he stayed buried inside you after the mating. Somehow, you also remember thinking that it should've been somehow alarming how good and...
The Desert Flower, part 2
It wasn't long before they could see the spires of Nazjadar in the distance. The desert, as harsh and unforgiving as it was, wasn't much of a challenge for someone as experienced as Thorn, especially not at night. With the air so cold the three...
The Desert Flower
The desert wind howled all around the two travelers, whipping sand into every orifice, matting their fur and scales. It wasn't the kind of storm either of the two were used to; there was wind, but no rain. Not a single drop of rain. No moisture in the...
Special Cargo
Ark was almost halfway to his destination. On a normal day, he liked wearing panties, but tonight, they felt like a warm vice around his groin, an uncomfortable reminder that kept him from relaxing fully. Good. He needed that nervous energy. The neon...
Incestuous Otters
Jace and Jacob found themselves waking up in some sort of underground den (or rather, a holt) the next morning. It smelled like fresh water and dirt with a rather musky and distinctly male undertone, which neither brother found particularly unpleasant....
Night of the Wereotters
The forest was bathed in sunset. In a few minutes, it'd sink beneath the craggy mountains at the horizon and invite the night. The beautiful forest would transform into a place of phantasms and illusions, of trolls and ghosts formed of the twisted...
One Night by the Lake
_By Cinos, 2011_ Joel breathed in the clean forest air deeply. It'd been a while since he last had an opportunity to go camping - school had been eating up most of his time, and afterwards he was usually too exhausted to do anything but play games or...