This is my story. My name is Sara, I'm 18 years old and I have to admit I was cold and slightly drunk, I was at my best friend's party. I decided that I wanted to go home so I left, I got offered a ride but I said no because it is not that far to my place from hers. I rounded the corner of her street and crossed the road to walk down the other side, the oth...
CHAPTER 14: WOLF The phone woke her up. Claire sighed, another night of sleep cut short. She picked up the receiver and put it to her ear. "Hello." "Dr. Thompson, it's Colonel Jeffers. We've got an inbound lycanthrope for you." "Oh really? Haven't seen one of those in a while," Claire said. "Okay, I'll meet you there." Of course real werewolves bear littl...
I can't remember the last time I dated a female from my community, and honestly, that's just fine by me. My name is Antoine Leonard Joseph, and I'm a young Black man living in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. I was born in 1987 on the island of Haiti, but moved to the Confederation of Canada with my family in 1990. I've lived here ever since. We fle...
Part 1 Winslow Junction 1. Dusk. A few birds were finishing their songs as they settled down to roost for the night. A cardinal warbled four miles away, and a jay squawked almost two miles farther on. He heard them as if they were sitting on a branch of the tree that was just outside the cavern. The limb of the full moon was edging above the eastern hor...
"Ma'am, are you alright?" said a deep, masculine voice, and I looked up to see a tall, handsome black man in a police uniform looking at me, a concerned look on his face. Seriously, the dude had to be six-foot-four or more...he was huge. Lying stark naked on the mud, my hair soaked with rain water, filled with dirt and grime in places I didn't even want to t...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** Pegged at the Party Chen bellowed a laugh, the we...
Tianna's lips parted in a feral grin as she leaned over the handlebars of the 1098 Ducati Superbike. She sped recklessly around the curves of the road, the thick forest to her left, the sheer drop of the cliffs to her right. Shandaken was a blue-collar town of around 5,000. And though the town was flooded with yuppie skiers in the winter months and wheneve...
"Rise and shine, sleeping ugly, it's feeding time," came the Guardsman's grating voice, and the vampire rose from the death-like sleep that ensnared all of his kind during the daylight hours. Even in this cell, deep underground, surrounded by steel and concrete, he could feel the light of the sun shining above. Sighing, he rose and stretched, then looked at...
-Edited by Nom de Plume- *Fictional story. All characters involved are over 18 as I do not consent to using minors in my stories* *** There was a werewolf that had been locked away in a dark cellar, chained to a wall as a human and on full moons he would change into a Werewolf, but he could never leave due to his bindings. For months, he sat in the cellar...
The weak fire crackled in the small clearing as Frida tended to the flames. Her pale, silvery, skin reflecting the orange light of the burning wood, a simple leather outfit adorned her body. The only item of value that the woman wore was the silver collar around her neck, which was mostly hidden by her long hair. "Hurry up, girl." a voice came behind her. F...