{"sf1_id":1649954,"sf2_id":"qmyajJvm","title":" Wendigo Preservation","author":"Deiny","words":1289,"posted_at":"2020-11-13T14:23:00.000Z","tags":["Anthro","Blood","Breeding","Human on Anthro","Light violence","M/F","Monster","Pred/prey","Vaginal","wendigo"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1649954-wendigo-preservation","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/qmyajJvm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/46/28/4628a44c-131d-4dbf-84d7-516b92895e37","description":"","content":"Humans have hunted cryptid creatures through our existence. Historically, they represented an existential threat, but humanity's recent dominance over our environment has pushed many of the creatures who once threatened the safety of settlements to the brink of extinction themselves. Accordingly reports of predation from these creatures have become rare, when once talk of the beast's actions were commonplace.  \nFortunately for them, many humans feel guilty about the impact of our progress, and seek to preserve the natural things. Even dangerous ones. Cryptid preservationists work to protect the creatures who hunted us, who stalked and sprung from just beyond the dim firelight we clung to not long ago.  \nA small number of these preservationists are extereme even among their peers. These individuals seek to increase the dwindling populations of monsters by any means necessary, and this includes methods which require some method of human sacrifice, or at least extremely high risk of it. Often they volunteer themselves for the task.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Would you suppress the fear of death to save a dying species?  \n  \n  \n\\\u003eYou're deep in the Appalachian north on a \"hunting\" expedition.  \n\\\u003eIt's late fall, and the faintest feeling of winter has begun to set over the landscape.  \n\\\u003eThis morning was especially cold. Frost clung to the ground for over an hour after the sun rose and the chill in your bones has yet to subside  \n\\\u003eThe uncomfortable cold is made far worse by your hunger  \n\\\u003eIt's been nine days since your last actual meal. You started a strict 100 calorie per day diet three days before setting off.  \n\\\u003eThe token morsels and daily multivitamin are enough to keep you moving, barely.  \n\\\u003eNormally starving yourself before a long backpack into late season Appalachia is beyond unadvisable, but the starvation is necessary  \n\\\u003eIt makes you attractive.  \n\\\u003eThe scent of a ravenous human is far different from a healthily fed one, and your quarry is only interested in the former.  \n\\\u003eYesterday you finally got a hint that you were close.  \n\\\u003eWell, not exactly.  \n\\\u003eIt's not you who is really doing the hunting. You're more like bait, and your much desired predator has begun to take a real interest.  \n\\\u003eThe scent was subtle at first, but unmistakable  \n\\\u003eDeath. Decay.  \n\\\u003eIt's grown from a wisp to a constant quality of the air.  \n\\\u003eShe's close.  \n\\\u003eThought there's no other sign, you know it. It's a feeling of dread that compounds the hunger and cold. It's clawing at the back of your skull, and driving spikes of anxiety through your chest.  \n\\\u003eYou're still walking, but carefully. Quietly. Your senses are running at their peak, but there's nothing.  \n\\\u003eYou can feel it, but there's no sight, no sound. It's just there.  \n\\\u003eThen for a moment you catch movement. Just in the periphery, and so brief it seems unreal.  \n\\\u003eYou turn to the left, where the glimmer was, and of course you're immediately struck from the right.  \n\\\u003eYour pack and jacket are torn from you before you hit the ground  \n\\\u003eShe's excited, maybe desperate. You feel the same way, though she doesn't know it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\\u003eYou put up a real fight for her, but of course you're diamond hard already  \n\\\u003eYou suspect their hunting method is designed for that effect, even in normal humans  \n\\\u003eThe slow build up of terror, then the strike. A sharp pulse of adrenaline and blood pressure  \n\\\u003eA fear boner  \n\\\u003eShe tears your jeans open with one claw, and shrieks with delight as what she finds.  \n\\\u003eShe pins you down with increased ferocity  \n\\\u003eHer hot, bony, predatory jaws are open and inches from your face  \n\\\u003eYou're struggling, but any real effort makes her claws dig in, and her sharp, mouth motion towards your neck  \n\\\u003eThe threat is clear. Stop moving, or I'll kill you.  \n\\\u003eShe drops her hips, and a warm slickness touches the front of your shaft.  \n\\\u003eFinding the mark, she rolls her gaunt, bony hips forward and impales herself on your cock  \n\\\u003eShe rides you rhythmically, purposefully  \n\\\u003eThe tightness is unreal, and the heat is turning your mind into cotton  \n\\\u003eYou won't last long, but that's the point  \n\\\u003eShe has a goal in mind: Get you off as quickly as possible  \n\\\u003eAfter several minutes of trying desperately to hold out, you just can't stop the fire building within you  \n\\\u003eThe pain from her claws, the cold ground below, her hot breath on your face and neck, the tight grip of her pussy over your cock, and the feel of her pelvis pressed firmly against yours. It all melds together in a blur of intensity  \n\\\u003eYour eyes roll back, and you shoot powerful thick ropes of cum into her  \n\\\u003eShe shudders and spasms. Her pussy warms and drenches you in femcum, but she maintains her composure through her orgasm.  \n\\\u003eShe waits a few moments, pressed against you still as you pulse the last bits of cum into her  \n\\\u003eFinally satisfied with her breeding, she lifts up off you cock, and wastes no time. She goes in for an actual kill  \n\\\u003eShe closes in, her jaws less than a second away from crushing your neck. Her harp claw fingers grab tighter, piercing your skin  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\\u003eYou thrust up at the last moment, getting a short out of character gasp from the beast  \n\\\u003eYou withdraw, and hammer upwards again, making a loud smack as your wet bodies connect.  \n\\\u003eInstead of clamping over your neck, she bites your shoulder  \n\\\u003eHer claws release your arms and grab around your chest instead  \n\\\u003eYou grab her and start giving her the best fuck she's ever had. She's shrieking and thrashing in your grip, unable to coordinate herself to even thrust back onto you  \n\\\u003eYou roll to the side and she follows, letting your shoulder from her maw  \n\\\u003eWith better advantage, you start absolutely fucking plowing her monster pussy  \n\\\u003eYou're thrusting hard, she grabs around your back and digs into you, trying to pull you closer on ever stroke  \n\\\u003eYou stretch your head forward and lick under her bone jaw, she seems to actually feel it and dips her head forward  \n\\\u003eShe snakes a long pointy tongue into your mouth and you kiss against the tip of her snout  \n\\\u003eYou're getting close again, and she's closer. Her movements are jerky, she seems to be putting every ounce of effort into trying to maintain your kiss  \n\\\u003eYou pull back from her mouth and thrust with renewed intensity  \n\\\u003eShe howls and shrieks, her head lolls back onto the group and her body is shaking uncontrollably  \n\\\u003eYou're holding on with the ungodly strength of a man near orgasm, and only one thought is on your mind  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\\u003eCum, breed this creature, impregnate her  \n\\\u003eIt was your goal from the start, and although technically accomplished, you can't stop  \n\\\u003eYou simply feel it deep in your being. You need to seed her again, and again.  \n\\\u003eYour vision blurs, your body no longer in your control. You roll over the edge like a freight train and blow even more strongly than before  \n\\\u003eA painfully hot stream of cum jets from you, then another, and another. Every pulse feels like a day of work and a night of rest. By the fourth spurt you realize you've been screaming  \n\\\u003eFive, six, six, no wait- seven, is that right? Your mind is fuzzy, your vision dim  \n\\\u003eYou're coming down off the peak and your painfully arched back begins to soften  \n\\\u003eAll your muscles relax, your head lolls forward  \n\\\u003eShe's starting up at you. She looks different. Almost... loving.  \n\\\u003eShe's covered in blood. You're covered in blood. You're dimly aware of the slashes down your back, and the punctures in your arms and shoulder.  \n\\\u003eYou fall forward, your muscles don't work. Your mind doesn't work.  \n\\\u003eYou black out  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou weren't conscious for it, but she catches you.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}