Jack and the Flagpole
By the Wolf
Mr. Ogré curled his hands into fists, clenching them tight as he looked at the top of the flagpole that sat at the corner of the high school’s front lawn. Lashed to the top of the tall pole and letting out melodious cries for help was the enchanted harp that had been in his family for generations. Ever since the return of stolen artifacts to his people, to rightful families after various plunders from human “adventurers”. And he already

Red and Bebe
By the Wolf
Hearing the familiar clack of two sets of heels, Bebe tried to disappear against her locker. The female wolf had a hope that maybe she wouldn’t be noticed today. School halls were the worst for it, and she did all she could to at least be inconspicuous. She dressed in baggy jeans and sweaters that hid her form, kept her tail down, and had the most nondescript glasses she could get away with. As the other girls were coming down the hall, the wolf even flattened her

Three Big Pigs 2: Harold’s Cravings
By the Wolf
Harold woke up late in the morning, one trotter scratching his fat belly, the other stroking his morning wood. The big pig had that taste in his mouth again, that vague memory of a flavor that had been giving him a boner for the last couple weeks. Ever since he’d eaten that little geek Chester.
At first, gulping down the wimpy wolf in the boys’ room at school had just been a random thought. Another thing to do to him to show him w