I knew I was exotic. From the first time I felt the stirrings of something un-human in me, I could tell. From the first time I saw the world through the brooding eyes of a black panther, I knew my life would be different. It must have developed when I was young, because I remember looking in the mirror only to see yellow-green eyes staring back at me. Not hu...
I am a Silkeon, a red furred and green eyed warrior, small but fierce. I live in Bama land, and I have a very important job, as Egroegs and Poon Tangs cannot breed alone. They must have my enzymes to make the seed fertile, so I suck the seed from the mighty horn of the Egroeg and spit it with my catalysts into the breed pouch of a Poon Tang so she may have d...
With the train no longer coming to the station, The Lucky Harlot was using it as a makeshift airship dock. Hannah was on the platform helping guide the last few passengers off. The last of everyone they could get out of the city. They seemed suspicious of her at first, but she didn't mind. She knew why, and as soon as they got through the station to see thei...
Rosita spent the next few weeks learning about the pack and keeping a close eye on her grandmother. She was glad that the pack was very lenient. Turns out, if it had been almost any other werewolf family she would not have been able to stay with Abuela so often. Her grandmother was getting better, but it was slow going, and there was still the chance that he...
Author's Note: This story contains human-to-beast transformation, reluctance, breeding and transformation fetish, werewolves, and (very slight) magic/bondage. All characters are beyond the age of 18, and none were harmed in the writing of this piece. ©WednesdaysCoffin 2019. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without pri...
Diary Entry: It is the year of our lord seventeen hundred and seventy nine and this day has found me traveling the Scottish land on my way to visit my godparents Lord and Lady McCloud. My father and Lord McCloud, Uncle Angus to me, had been good friends from before he had ever met my mother here in Scotland. This year my parents decided to holiday in Englan...
Island of Sardinia – 1952 Acacio was glad he had sent Zosime into the mountains to hunt for food today. He had known the Alpha would not be pleased, and he had been correct. He had thought watching the Alpha tear apart a few Omegas had been a horrible thing to watch one hundred years ago. It was nothing compared to what he had just witnessed. He felt the bi...
You've just finished another of your early morning runs. When you left I was curled up on the sofa with the laptop and that damned cup of hot, black coffee again. You thought I'd still be typing away when you get home. But as you head off to the showers you don't see me and wonder what mischief I'm up to now. When you pass the bedroom you notice that I've c...
Prologue Blinding light, rough movements, the familiar sound of the metal door grinding open, a rough shove, I stumble. I bounce against the padded wall, the jolt through my body causing me to moan as my heart pounds in my ears. The slamming of the door as loud as a scream to my super sensitive ears, the locking mechanism settling into place as loud as thun...
A young caped woman would be walking through a dense forest. Trees that extended up for what seemed like forever. She would grip the cloak closer to her body as she wandered around. It was known to have a pack of rogue werewolves who usually stayed in wolf form. She had been in this forest for hours. She had gotten lost sometime ago because she had ran into...