This is from the first story in the collection (and the winning prompt for 1k followers on Bluesky)

'Wolfing out' has become a cultural phenomenon, and it's now cool to howl under the moon with your lycanthrope buddies. This would've excited me if it weren't for the fifteen percent chance of becoming a puppy instead of a werewolf. Hi, my name is Maggie Adams, and I got hit with the low ass chance of becoming a damn dog. A pooch! Like seriously, why me of all people? All the girls in my college already push me around and talk like they own me, so when this gets out I'll be collared for life! Some say that having a leash isn't so bad, but I like having my full freedom. I mean, how am I gonna do my 'business' and stuff with some tall, growling woman waiting for me to finish? Real nerve-wracking shit, I tell ya!

It's almost a full moon, and I am fully prepared. Successfully calling off work, check! Emails sent to all of my professors, check! Begging my cat Princess to not try and play with me while I'm poochin' out, check! Nothing will get in the way of me having a relaxing evening, not even if the world ends! I'll just kick it while it burns, not like I can put all the fires out anyways. My puppy-friendly snacks are set out on my bed, anti-theft collar is on nice and snug just in case some freako breaks in before the morning comes, and my tv has been set to bark commands so I can change what I'm watching and stuff. I never thought I would have to buy something like this, but it's a hell of a lot easier to deal with than using a remote when I have claws and stuff getting in the way. 

The change comes with little warning, my bathrobes now draped over my slightly furry back and arms just as I step out of the bathroom from my shower. My paw pads squish a bit against the hardwood flooring of my closet, so I turn back around and walk to the bathroom to grab a small towel with my hands that barely count as hands now. I worked too damn hard to build this place, and I'm not about to let my soaked paws ruin the carpet of my room! I really am a genius though, having the closet lead to the bathroom. Makes things a lot easier when I need to shower and put on fresh clothes and stuff. Not that I'll be needing those tonight.

I hop onto my bed and turn on my favorite show, Charmed. It never ceases to entertain me, and I just find it so cool that they can use magic and stuff! I heard there's a planet where people who can actually do that sort of thing, but I'm spacing on the name and I don't really feel like looking it up right now. I'm focused as hell on my girl Piper beating some bald dudes ass, so we can worry about that other shit later. 

Howling from outside makes my skin crawl like a roach under a spotlight, but it seems to be from far away so I don't have anything to worry about for now. The text I just got from my friend Jasper, however, scared the shit out of me and makes me nearly jump out of my fur coat.

'Jaspy-Poo: Hey, girl! Wanna go howling? You stayed in last year, so why not come out already?'

'Me: Jas, you know I'm not really a party girl.'

'Jaspy-Poo: But you could be!'

'Me: Nah, I'm good. I'm gonna go back to my show, okay? Piper is taking on like, three dudes at once and winning!' 

I put my phone face down and get back to the good stuff, ignoring the buzzing in favor of watching my fave kick some serious ass. You go, girl!

*** 

A loud knock on my front door nearly sends me scrambling for the studded bat I keep by my bed, but a few more in a rhythm I recognise quickly follow so I resist going to bash in the skull of whoever is at my door. 

"Oi, Mags! I did the knock and everything, so be a doll and let me in okay?" Jasper—my bestie and partner in possible crime—is the only one who knows this knock, and it's probably fine if I let her in. What's the worst that could happen?

I pause my show on a lovely frame of Piper lookin' fierce to go get the door. "Did something happen? You sound out of breath or something." The locks click open one after the other at the push of a biometric button nearby, and in she comes barreling in guns blazing. And I mean literally. Her sleeves have been torn off so the black and white Metallica tour tee she always wears is now a tank top, and despite all the fur I can see her rippling muscles that could probably be used to tear me in half like paper. She's about four meters of shiny jet black fur and muscle with powerful haunched legs, razor sharp claws and teeth, and no pants to speak of. Like, not even underwear! Is she trying to kill me or something?

"You're staring. I got something on my fur or something?" She cluelessly looks down at her stomach, searching for a blemish and completely missing the fact that her knot is peeking out at me. "Seriously, what is it?" If only I could tell her.

"Nothing, just trying to get used to your fuzzball form. You're so tall like this, so there's much more to look at! You catch my drift?" Surely she'll understand this flirt?

"Yeah, I guess there is more to look at. Hey, wanna watch your show? We've both seen it, so it doesn't matter to me if you're in the middle of an episode or something." Okay so she clearly didn't catch it, but at least I can go back to staring at Piper for the rest of the night! Or Jasper, cause she is smokin' tonight!

"Sure! I'll meet you on my bed." I skip through the living room and dash up the stairs to my still open bedroom door. Princess is mewing for me to pick her up and baby her, but I have no choice but to scoop her up and toss her into the guest bedroom before running to my bed to mentally prepare. I love my sweet baby to bits, but I need the room to me and my bestie so that I can work up the courage to lick her. Sorry, kitty!

"Ooooh, are the girls about to bust up those weird guys at the harbor?" Damn, she was hot on my tail! So much for the 'getting ready' bit. She scooches next to me and wraps an arm around, leaning against my headboard with a slight creak coming from it. Her claws are retracted so I unfortunately can't feel them on my shoulder, and her fur is much nicer than I remember it being. Did it always have this shine to it? And the smell, oh the smell! If we weren't besties, I would have pounced on the woman the moment she came in. That's normal to think about a close friend, right?