Cursebearer

Natalie Woman to WerewolfErik was restless, to say the least. It was late afternoon now on his preferred hunting grounds, and he just didn't have much time left. Most of the smart ones packed up in about an hour or two if they were feeling risky, but as it stood he knew that the girls would begin trickling out right about now. He was in one of his favorite joints, a well lit bar with pounding music that was loud but not too loud. Best of all, it was well lit at the bar, where his prey liked to stop to drink. Yes, it was the ones who drank he tended to target; the ones who didn't were usually not only cautious, but prudish, and that was the...

Librarian WerewolfWoman into WerewolfSometimes being an altruist was a terrible burden.Fiona liked to think of herself as the nice girl. She was quiet and studious, and enjoyed helping other people when they were in a bind. But the task before her had not been a job for one person, no matter what she'd told Roberta. The poor old head librarian was arthritic and tired, though, and pity had finally made Fi send her home with the promise that she could handle the whole mess.And oh lord, what a mess. A child had wandered into the library with his mother. That hadn't been so bad; Fi loved the kids, and had invited him to come to story-time with...

CatharsisWoman into WerewolfVery few schemes for revenge started with painting your face, but when one did, oh you just knew it was going to be a good one.The preparations were arduous, but utterly worth it. He'd drawn the curtains over the solitary window in his attic, letting in neither light nor sound to disturb his exacting work. The dusty, wooden floor looked as though it hadn't seen a disturbance save for his trespasses that very night in a long, long time. The entire spacious attic was unkempt, which suited him just fine. It was perfect for his purposes. Arranged in a perfect circle, six tallow candles flickered, casting their unste...

FreeWoman to WerewolfA slender girl stood before her closet, staring at a certain article of clothing hung within as though it were a daunting adversary- one that she was very seriously considering running away from. She chewed softly on a lock of her shoulder-length brown hair- a nervous habit- before finally pulling the outfit out of the closet and laying it out on the bed. It was a sizzling string bikini, deep blue with lighter wave patterns. It would leave nothing to the imagination. After tonight, everything was going to be different. Rachel could feel it.Under normal circumstances, she would never even dream of wearing anything like ...

Maria's Change Woman to Werewolf Maria turns the handle of the shower, pushing in at the same time so it shuts off on a more medium heat. Her skin glows a light pink from the heat of the shower, but that's exactly how she likes it. She grabs the towel from the rack, wrapping it around her slender form and tucking it in just under her armpit She opens the door to let the warm air out into the hallway, looking at herself in the foggy mirror. Even with her shape slightly distorted she can see the cleavage from her double D chest, nicely rounded from her tightly wound towel. Maria grabs her hairbrush from the sink, brushing out her rather ...

Cursed Vengeance: The First ChangeWoman to WerewolfJessie DeRose slowly opened her green eyes, and what she saw made her bolt upright in bed. Her surroundings were completely unfamiliar, all pristine, sterile white. It took her a moment, so disoriented she was, but as she glanced around nervously she suddenly realized that she was in a hospital room. Her bed had wheels and handles so it could be quickly moved, the plain desk next to the bed had a control for adjusting the mattress, and there was a chart hanging just beyond her feet. She blinked, confused. Apparently she wasn't in critical condition; she wasn't even hooked up to a machine t...

The Infection(Woman to Werewolf)It had been months. Long, slow, painful months, consisting of defeat after defeat and dead end after dead end. The so-called 'Full Moon Killer' had struck eight times, each lunar month on the full moon every time. His or her victims were found mangled, torn and sometimes partially eaten. All of the evidence seemed at first to point to some monstrous dog. The hair found at the scenes was distinctly canine. The bite-marks on the victim's bodies fit a canine dentition. But Karen White refused to believe that this was orchestrated by some stray mutt with out of control growth genes.Things just didn't add up. A d...

Feel the Burn(Woman to Werewolf)It was a lot of work, keeping a feminine figure nice and feminine. Elizabeth put a lot of work into hers, making sure to get in her jogging every single day, without fail. She prided herself on her looks, a dark haired beauty by all accounts. Though she kept it short, it worked quite well for her, and her matching dark eyes smoldered. Her toned, slim body was the real finisher though, inviting curves in all the right places and sinuously slender everywhere else. If the boys knew all the crap she had to go through to maintain it, they would appreciate it all the more.She was stuck in her stuffy studio apartme...

Feeling emotionally drained, no longer truly caring about dreams or her own problems, she made her way to her room. Undoing her braid, she changed into pajamas, the same style of baggy shirt, this one white with yet another logo on it, and of purple pajama bottoms. Then, as unceremoniously as the night before, she flopped into bed, her face to the ceiling. She just wanted to sleep. Maybe when she woke up, everything would be better. She looked out the window of her room, and saw the sun still hanging a few meager inches above the horizon. Closing her eyes, she tried to drift off.She didn't know exactly how long it was that she was there, t...

Woman to WerewolfJen's hands shook as she struggled to find her house-key in the jingling tangle that was her key ring, her heavy breaths misting in the cool night air. It was nearly freezing out, yet her skin was glistening with sweat as though the sun were beating down on her. The full moon shown down on her home and the street through the remarkably clear night. A night that would have been just perfect if she hadn't gotten carried away. Even as panicked blue eyes sought out her key, her mind wandered with sharp regret to what she'd had to leave behind because of that stupid full moon.She and Mike had been playing cat and mouse since th...