{"sf1_id":1369671,"sf2_id":"P1Ea0Go1","title":"Who Can It Be Now?","author":"wheresmysocks","words":3395,"posted_at":"2018-09-20T01:09:44.000Z","tags":["Camping","Cave","Female","Forest","Greentext","Human","Innawoods","M/F","Male","Sex","Skinwalker","Vaginal","spooky"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1369671-who-can-it-be-now","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/P1Ea0Go1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ae/e2/aee232ed-1475-4806-a74f-c5f60afc282e","description":"An Anon tries to enjoy a weekend getaway in the Appalachians, but something seems determined to share that fun with him.","content":"WHO CAN IT BE NOW?  \n  \n  \n\\\u003eBe Anon\n\n\\\u003eYou were 26 years old, standing at an even six feet.\n\n\\\u003eYou were an avid outdoorsman, and were currently out camping in the Appalachians.\n\n\\\u003eOn this particular outing, you had managed to convince your GF to come along.\n\n\\\u003eIt was a bit of a rough relationship, but you thought that maybe a peaceful weekend away from everything would be just what you two needed to really connect.\n\n\\\u003eOh, how wrong you had been.\n\n\\\u003eFrom the second she had step foot into the woods, almost everything that came out of her mouth was a complaint.\n\n\\\u003eWhether she was complaining about the humidity, or pleading for you to cut the trip short, she just won't shut up.\n\n\\\u003eIt's the second day of your trip, near the evening.\n\n\\\u003eYou had tried to teach her how to fish in a lake nearby, only for her to drop the rod into the water and then blame you for it.\n\n\\\u003efuckmylife.jpg\n\n\\\u003eCurrently, it was in the evening, and the two of you were sitting on opposite sides of a campfire. She was using a canvas fold-up chair, while you were simply sitting on a fallen log.\n\n\\\u003eYou were focused on some corned beef hash browning in a small skillet over the fire, while your GF was staring at you with a scowl on her face.\n\n\\\u003e\"Anon, you can't -honestly- expect me to eat that. It's so greasy!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou tell her that it was fine, and that you couldn't really just stop cooking it at this point.\n\n\\\u003e\"Ugh, it smells fucking disgusting! You know how I feel about red meat!\"\n\n\\\u003eWhy the hell do you even keep her around?\n\n\\\u003e\"God, this place sucks. Next time you wanna go on vacation, you're taking me to a resort or something.\"\n\n\\\u003eBefore you can form a response, she stands up.\n\n\\\u003eShe ducks inside your shared tent, and comes out holding a couple packets of travel toilet paper.\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm gonna go pee. And NO, I don't need any help.\"\n\n\\\u003eYou tell her not to go too far, and to be careful.\n\n\\\u003e\"Oh, be quiet. I know how to piss, Anon. And I can't go if you can hear me!\"\n\n\\\u003eYou just watch her with a neutral expression as she marches off through the bushes, leaving the circle of light around your campfire.\n\n\\\u003eSometimes it was difficult to keep your anger in check around her.\n\n\\\u003eYou just sigh, poking at the sizzling meat with a small spatula.\n\n\\\u003eJust another day and a half, and you could be out of here and back to your monotonous life as a wagie back in the city.\n\n\\\u003eIt's been nearly 20 minutes since your GF left to go pee. She still hasn't come back.\n\n\\\u003eFuck, did she get hurt or something? That would just be the cherry on top of the shit sundae that this trip was turning out to be.\n\n\\\u003eAt first you had thought she had decided to maybe take a shit or something, but it was getting unnerving.\n\n\\\u003eJust as you're about to get up and start looking for her, you can hear the sound of something moving in the treeline.\n\n\\\u003eNow that you notice it, there's also this weird smell in the air... Almost like burnt copper or stale blood.\n\n\\\u003eWhatever it was, it wasn't particularly pleasant.\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, something walks out of the brush and into your camp.\n\n\\\u003eOh, it's just your Girlfriend.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eIt's her alright, but there's something... Off about her.\n\n\\\u003eHer clothes and hair are a bit dirty looking, and she's standing kind of funny. It almost looks like she's laughing, but without the noise.\n\n\\\u003eYou ask her if she's okay, but she just continues to stare at you.\n\n\\\u003eYou motion for her to sit down, and she rushes over to you, plopping herself down on the log next to you.\n\n\\\u003eShe sits closely next to you, her arm and thigh gently pressing against you.\n\n\\\u003eThis was weird... You didn't like how she was being so quiet. Or how she suddenly wanted to be close to you.\n\n\\\u003eIt was pretty out of character for her.\n\n\\\u003eAn unsure look on your face, you turn back to the skillet.\n\n\\\u003eIt had finished cooking a while ago, and was sitting on a rock next to the fire.\n\n\\\u003eYou can hear your GF sharply inhale through her nose.\n\n\\\u003eWait, no. She's... Sniffing you?\n\n\\\u003ethatjustaintright.mp3\n\n\\\u003eYou scooch away from her a bit, making her cock her head at you.\n\n\\\u003eYou ask her if she wanted some of the corned beef hash, or if she wanted to get some rest.\n\n\\\u003eShe smells the air, and then violently nods.\n\n\\\u003eWell, that's certainly a change of mood from earlier.\n\n\\\u003eAs you try to plate some of the hash onto a tray for her, she keeps trying to grab it.\n\n\\\u003eYou manage to hold her off just long enough so that you can give her a decent amount.\n\n\\\u003eYou hand her the tray and a fork.\n\n\\\u003eShe drops the fork and scoops the steaming food into her mouth with her hand, finishing it within a minute.\n\n\\\u003eYou have to practically wrestle the tray out of her hands to stop her from licking the remaining grease off of the plate.\n\n\\\u003eYou ask her what was with her today, making her cock her head at you once more.\n\n\\\u003eWhat the fuck?\n\n\\\u003eShe croaks out a phrase.\n\n\\\u003e\"Yes, I'm FINE.\"\n\n\\\u003eWell, she certainly still had her bitchy mood.\n\n\\\u003eBut something was weird about how she said it. It's almost like the pitch in her voice was off?\n\n\\\u003eWeird.\n\n\\\u003eMaybe things would be better when you woke up in the morning.\n\n\\\u003eYou stand up, telling her that you were going to sleep.\n\n\\\u003eShe stands up as well, a toothy grin on her face.\n\n\\\u003eYou ask her what happened to her out in the woods, and she just shakes her head at you.\n\n\\\u003eShe probably just fell down or something...\n\n\\\u003eHer hand tugs on your arm, pulling you closer to her.\n\n\\\u003eShe wraps you in a hug, smelling your hair.\n\n\\\u003eStill hugging you, she moves her head to face you.\n\n\\\u003eShe still has that wide grin, staring at your face.\n\n\\\u003eEw, what the fuck!? That metallic smell is coming from her breath!\n\n\\\u003eWait. Oh fuck.\n\n\\\u003eThe woman in front of you has dark brown eyes.\n\n\\\u003eYour girlfriend's eyes were blue.\n\n\\\u003eholypoptartsinapencilsharpener.webm\n\n\\\u003eThis isn't your girlfriend!\n\n\\\u003eYou pull away from her, alarm on her face.\n\n\\\u003eShe must notice your alarm, as she takes a couple steps back, her head tilting at you once more.\n\n\\\u003eTo your horror, her head doesn't stop tilting until it's horizontal, the vertebrae in her neck audibly popping.\n\n\\\u003eYou scream at her, asking what she did to your GF.\n\n\\\u003eThe grin slips from her face as she walks closer to you.\n\n\\\u003eYou want to run, but your legs are frozen.\n\n\\\u003eShe grabs your arm with an iron grip, pulling you to your tent.\n\n\\\u003eYou try to resist, but she's way stronger than she looks.\n\n\\\u003eShe doesn't even bat an eye when you start throwing punches at her.\n\n\\\u003eThe creature that looks like your girlfriend roughly throws you onto your sleeping bag, the air being forced from your lungs.\n\n\\\u003eShe begins to tear at her dirty clothes, ripping the fabric off of her skin. She doesn't stop until she's mostly naked, her sopping wet loins bared to you.\n\n\\\u003eShe grins at you, causing you to scream out once more. Holy shit, whatever this thing was, it was going to fucking rape you!\n\n\\\u003eIn place of normal Human teeth, are a bestial set that look more at home in a werewolf movie.\n\n\\\u003eIt drops down onto it's knees, hands grasping at your jeans. Her fingers are almost inhumanly long, with the nails rough and ragged at the ends.\n\n\\\u003eThe Creature tries to tear at them, but the denim seems to be just a bit too sturdy for her.\n\n\\\u003eYou kick and yell, but it's no use.\n\n\\\u003eWait a minute!\n\n\\\u003eYour pack is just a couple feet away from you. Maybe if...\n\n\\\u003eYou keep kicking at her, your arms gripping the pack in a panic.\n\n\\\u003eYou do your best to unzip it with one hand, using the other hand to try and get her off of you.\n\n\\\u003eYour hand enters the pack, feeling around until it closes around a cylindrical metal object...\n\n\\\u003eBear mace, Motherfucker!\n\n\\\u003eYou whip out the aerosol can, pointing it right at the creatures' wide, excited eyes.\n\n\\\u003eIt's too focused on getting your pants off to notice what you're holding.\n\n\\\u003eYou shut your eyes tight, and pull back on the tab, sending a fine red mist of liquid tear gas directly into the creatures face.\n\n\\\u003eThe Creature's hands tighten around your jeans, ripping them as it screams.\n\n\\\u003eIt flops onto one side, clawing at the air.\n\n\\\u003eYou take the opportunity to clamber out of the tent.\n\n\\\u003eYou unsteadily get to your feet, and book it in a random direction.\n\n\\\u003eFuck, fuck, fuck!\n\n\\\u003eYou don't stop running until you're choking and tears run from your eyes.\n\n\\\u003eLeaning against a tree, you try to get your breath back...\n\n\\\u003eWhat the FUCK was that!?\n\n\\\u003eJesus Tap-Dancing CHRIST, a fucking MONSTER just tried to jump your bones!\n\n\\\u003eIt was like some shitty greentext on /x/!\n\n\\\u003eYou take a quick inventory of yourself as you try to calm down.\n\n\\\u003eYou're out in the middle of nowhere, with no clue where you are.\n\n\\\u003eYour jeans have been torn to ribbons, leaving your boxers exposed.\n\n\\\u003eYou have no supplies, and nothing to contact the outside world.\n\n\\\u003eTo summarize, you're good and truly fucked.\n\n\\\u003eYou groan, rubbing your sweat-covered brow.\n\n\\\u003eYou look around, seeing if there was anything in the immediate area that could help you.\n\n\\\u003eIt's all just rotting sticks and mushrooms.\n\n\\\u003eDamn.\n\n\\\u003eYou try and look at the sky for a point of reference. You knew that there was an established campground intended for more novice campers a ways east of here. If you could get there, you would be able to get help.\n\n\\\u003eToo bad the night sky is blocked by a thick covering of leaves.\n\n\\\u003eDamn trees! Maybe deforestation wasn't too bad of an idea after all.\n\n\\\u003eYou uneasily look around once more, hoping that the creature wouldn't find you.\n\n\\\u003eIn any case, it would be better to get a move on. You weren't accomplishing anything by standing here with your thumb up your ass.\n\n\\\u003ePicking a direction, you start to walk at a brisk pace.\n\n\\\u003eYou're not sure how long you've been walking, but you're getting increasingly terrified at the thoughts running though your mind.\n\n\\\u003eWhere's your Girlfriend? Is she dead?\n\n\\\u003eWhy did that Thing look like her? Why did it try to have sex with you?\n\n\\\u003eWas It trying to find you?\n\n\\\u003eYou come to a dead stop after that last thought leaves your mind.\n\n\\\u003eIn the distance, you can see two pin-pricks of light through the vegetation. Flashlights?\n\n\\\u003eHoly shit, you're fucking saved!\n\n\\\u003eYou call out to the lights and rush towards them, yelling that you needed help.\n\n\\\u003eAs you get closer though, the color drains from your face and your cry tapers out into a rattling moan.\n\n\\\u003eThe lights did not belong to a pair of flashlights.\n\n\\\u003eIt was simply the reflection off of an animals' eyes.\n\n\\\u003eTo be more specific, the eyes' of the Creature.\n\n\\\u003ewelp.gif\n\n\\\u003eIt looked different now.\n\n\\\u003eIt still looked vaguely like your Girlfriend, except it was now 7 feet tall, propped up by animalistic legs similar to a deer or goats.\n\n\\\u003eIt's arms were unusually long, with long, yet blunt, claws poking out from it's four-fingered hands.\n\n\\\u003eThe Thing's torso and head still had the appearance of your GF's, except for the weird sagging effect the skin had.\n\n\\\u003eOne thing was for sure.\n\n\\\u003eIt was NOT your day.\n\n\\\u003eYou book it in the opposite direction, running as fast as your bare legs can take you.\n\n\\\u003eYou glance back, and see it following you at the same pace.\n\n\\\u003eRunning becomes the only thing in your mind. That and the need to vomit.\n\n\\\u003eYou keep on running, but every time you look back, the creature is the same distance behind you, a grin on It's face.\n\n\\\u003eIt's toying with you.\n\n\\\u003eYou keep on running until you trip over a root, falling flat on your face.\n\n\\\u003eBefore you get up, you feel a large hand gently pressing against your back.\n\n\\\u003eYou're slowly turned over, the creature's eyes seeming to appraise you as they run over your body.\n\n\\\u003eIt smiles warmly at you, It's brutish hands lovingly stroking your head.\n\n\\\u003eIt leans in close, the smell of bear mace choking you.\n\n\\\u003eIt tenderly whispers something in your ear, but you can't really make them out.\n\n\\\u003eThe situation proves to be too much to you, and you start to feel faint.\n\n\\\u003eYou let out a shaky cry, then black out.\n\n\\\u003eYou wake up with a start, your leg kicking at the air.\n\n\\\u003eYour eyes blink rapidly, but you still can't see anything.\n\n\\\u003eEither your surroundings were really dark, or you were blind.\n\n\\\u003eAfter a minute, your eyes adjust to the darkness, showing you where you were.\n\n\\\u003eYou were sitting near the mouth of some cave, lit up by the light from the moon.\n\n\\\u003eYou're covered by a large animal hide, which you roll off of you.\n\n\\\u003eYou quickly realize that you aren't wearing any clothes.\n\n\\\u003eLooking around the immediate area for your clothes, you can see nothing except for pebbles.\n\n\\\u003eAnd a large pile of bones.\n\n\\\u003eSome of which are recognizable as belonging to Humans.\n\n\\\u003eOh, FUCK.\n\n\\\u003eUneasily, you stand up, moving to the cave entrance.\n\n\\\u003eWhen you get to the edge of the cave, you're met by a ledge.\n\n\\\u003eLooking down, it's almost 30 foot drop straight to some sharp-looking rocks.\n\n\\\u003eYeah, this seems about right for the lair of a monster.\n\n\\\u003eYou don't even try to maneuver your way down.\n\n\\\u003eYou weren't good at rock climbing on your best days, so you didn't really like your chances when you were naked and tired in the darkness.\n\n\\\u003eFrom behind you, you can hear a sharp noise suddenly cut through the quiet air.\n\n\\\u003eThen you feel a large, warm hand rest on your shoulder.\n\n\\\u003eYou don't bother trying to scream. You know nobody can hear you.\n\n\\\u003eTurning you around, you stare into the face of the creature, now fully changed.\n\n\\\u003eIt's chest is covered by a thick layer of fur, with two large breasts poking out.\n\n\\\u003eIt's head is situated on the end of a long neck, also covered in a thick covering of scraggly fur.\n\n\\\u003eIt's face resembles no animal you've ever seen before.\n\n\\\u003eIt almost looks like some weird mixture of a cow's facial structure, a dog's muzzle, and a deer's horns.\n\n\\\u003eWhatever the Thing is, it still has that disturbing grin on It's face.\n\n\\\u003eIt pulls you in for a hug, your face pressing into the fur between Her breasts.\n\n\\\u003eTo your surprise, it doesn't smell how you thought it would.\n\n\\\u003eInstead of an unbearable stench, it instead has some vaguely familiar animal smell. Almost like that of a dog.\n\n\\\u003eYou can hear and feel a deep rumble coming from the Creature's chest as it rubs along your back with it's large hands.\n\n\\\u003eIt slowly eases you back over to the hide blanket.\n\n\\\u003eYou're slowly let down onto your back as the Thing begins to straddle you.\n\n\\\u003eYou can feel a thick, warm drop of it's natural lubricant drip onto your shaft.\n\n\\\u003eOne of her hands gently cups your groin, rubbing the slick moisture all over your length.\n\n\\\u003eShe coos at you as she coaxes your dick to rise like some sort of sick snake-charmer.\n\n\\\u003eShe begins to stroke your length slowly, her other hand positioned on your chest to keep you from running.\n\n\\\u003eMany conflicting thoughts are rushing through your head at this point, most of them relating to whether you should run or not.\n\n\\\u003eWell, it's not like you could get out the front of the cave. And you're pretty certain that the other end of the cave wouldn't really give you many options...\n\n\\\u003eOh, what the hell. You might as well try to enjoy this before the Creature decides to rip your neck open.\n\n\\\u003eYou let out a sigh, and rest your head onto the pelt under you.\n\n\\\u003eThe Creature let's out a satisfied squeal as it sees you finally giving in.\n\n\\\u003eYou look it in the eyes as it shimmys up your pelvis a bit.\n\n\\\u003eYou can see it holding your dick with one hand, trying her best to align it with her own slick opening.\n\n\\\u003eWhen she has it just where she wants it, she slowly eases herself down, your cock sinking into her.\n\n\\\u003eShe eases onto your shaft at a tortuously slow rate, taking atleast 2 minutes until your hips finally meet.\n\n\\\u003eShe shivers happily, feeling you hilted inside of her.\n\n\\\u003ePanting, she begins to lift up again, just as slowly as before.\n\n\\\u003eYou're not sure how long the cycle continues, but she has your dick throbbing inside of her, begging for more.\n\n\\\u003eShe looks at you with a knowing smirk, her hand leaving your chest.\n\n\\\u003eBig mistake, faggot!\n\n\\\u003eYou immediately thrust up into her, forcing a loud cry out of her.\n\n\\\u003eHer hips drop down onto you, smacking against your pelvis with a loud slap.\n\n\\\u003eIt stings a bit, you're too busy trying to stuff her full of your cock to even register the pain.\n\n\\\u003eIf you were going out, you were going out with a bang! Literally!\n\n\\\u003eYou hammer into the Furred woman's cunt without mercy, drawing all sorts of embarrassing noises out of her.\n\n\\\u003eAt one point she even flops onto her side, your dick popping out of her.\n\n\\\u003eWithout skipping a beat, you push her onto her back, climbing on top of her before slamming back into her.\n\n\\\u003eHer skinny legs and arms loosely wraps around you as you pound into her.\n\n\\\u003eShe lets out several loud, feral cries as you slam deep inside of her.\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, her arms and legs tighten around you, and she lets out an ungodly scream as her climax hits her like a bullet.\n\n\\\u003eIt's enough to set you over the edge as well.\n\n\\\u003eYou groan as you spray her insides white with your love, her internal muscles drawing your cum directly into her womb.\n\n\\\u003eHer hand lovingly strokes your head as she huffs and pants, her long tongue hanging out of her mouth.\n\n\\\u003eYour head rests in her fur, your head swimming.\n\n\\\u003eYou feel a deep and satisfied rumble coming from deep within her.\n\n\\\u003eHer fur feels so warm, and you can't help but close your eyes.\n\n\\\u003eEverything feels right in this moment.\n\n\\\u003eBalls deep inside a monster who probably killed your Girlfriend? Whatever.\n\n\\\u003eTrapped in a cave 30 feet off of the ground? Eh, so what?\n\n\\\u003eHopelessly lost in the Appalachians? Well, it could be worse.\n\n\\\u003eWith a smile, you left yourself drift off to sleep.\n\n\\\u003eTo your shock, you wake up the following morning.\n\n\\\u003eYou sit up on the pelt, your skin sticky with the remainders of last night.\n\n\\\u003eNext to you, you can see the Creature looking at you with a peaceful smile.\n\n\\\u003eShe's happily rubbing her stomach, staring at you.\n\n\\\u003eTo your shock, she suddenly speaks in a raspy voice.\n\n\\\u003e\"Our children... We will raise them... Together...\"\n\n\\\u003eidshabbening.png\n\n\\\u003eWell, you could cross \"fathering demon children\" off of your bucket list.\n\n\\\u003eYou sigh, laying back down.\n\n\\\u003eShe reaches over, patting you on the thigh.\n\n\\\u003eFrom that day on, you were never again seen by the outside world.\n\n\\\u003eYour Girlfriend had actually survived, being picked up by the side of the road crying about some \"huge fucking monster\".\n\n\\\u003eHer cries were interpreted as those of someone in a state of\u0026nbsp; shock and hysteria, and were thus ignored.\n\n\\\u003eYour disappearance had been investigated for about a month and a half before being dropped.\n\n\\\u003eThe official word that closed the investigation was that your camp had been attacked by a Black Bear, and you had been killed.\n\n\\\u003eNever-mind the fact that no traces of Bear fur were found at your camp, and Bears hadn't even been sighted in the region for the past 6 years.\n\n\\\u003eYou lived on, somewhat happily, in the company of your monstrous baby-mama and your many children.\n\n\\\u003eAnd there you would remain.\n\n\\\u003eIt could be worse, though.\n\n\\\u003eHey, at least she didn't eat you.\n\nTHE END"}