{"sf1_id":1662190,"sf2_id":"7ejJEAZe","title":"Hair of the Dog","author":"Alfa_Barf","words":15697,"posted_at":"2020-12-18T06:11:59.000Z","tags":["Greentext","Halloween","Human","Second Person","Sex","Werewolf","Wolfess"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662190-hair-of-the-dog","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/7ejJEAZe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/29/fb/29fb88a9-bb70-4a4a-a3a5-18c96b28f414","description":"[Greentext] Anon is snatched away by a (were?)wolfess for a night of fun to show him how much better monsters celebrate their favorite holiday.","content":"**Artwork courtesy of [Blokfort](https://blokfort.sofurry.com/)**\n\n* * *\n\n**Part 1**\n\n\\\u003eOctober 31st  \n\\\u003eYou and the guys are going to the annual “Freak Fair\"  \n\\\u003eIt has everything you could ask for: janky rides, spooky food, a-little-too-into-their-roles street performers  \n\\\u003eGirls wearing a third of the coverage as the men even when dressed as the same character  \n\\\u003eSome of them don't look comfortable on this particularly chilly night  \n\\\u003eYou're glad you're wearing such a thick hooded robe, even if it's an obnoxious blood-red color  \n\\\u003eOne of your friends convinced everyone else to do a group theme  \n\\\u003eUnfortunately, it's based off some obscure anime he knows  \n\\\u003eHalloweeb indeed  \n\\\u003eGotta say, he can pull off the schoolgirl look better than you expected  \n\\\u003eBut you're fine with the character assigned to you, even if it means having no clue what to tell strangers you're supposed to be  \n\\\u003eFreak Fair lives up to its name as your group of five passes through the mouth of a massive plaster skull  \n\\\u003eVirtually everyone's in costume, some painstakingly crafted and some obviously cobbled together at the last minute  \n\\\u003eThe commotion of the crowds is deafening, thanks in part to several screamer bands and their unintelligible lyrics   \n\\\u003eSo you're glad when the guys choose to do some of the indoor rides for a moment of reprieve  \n\\\u003e\"Turmoil of Loath\", a two-person buggy ride through a haunted house  \n\\\u003eAs is common with your friends, they've already paired up and left you as the fifth wheel  \n\\\u003eAs you're shunted into the next empty cart, the attendant turns to the queue  \n\\\u003e\"SINGLE RIDER?\" he calls out  \n\\\u003eThat hits a little too close to home  \n\\\u003eBut the crowd parts as a stranger hops in with you  \n\\\u003eThey're wearing an oversized frilly nightgown and a mushroom-like bonnet, similar to a frumpy grandmother  \n\\\u003eAt least it's not a “sexy grandmother\" outfit  \n\\\u003eThe clothes are unremarkable, but holy shit is the mask convincing  \n\\\u003eIt's a wolf's head, incredibly detail with what looks like real fur, dark as coal, and narrow beastly eyes  \n\\\u003eThose must be some expensive contacts  \n\\\u003eEven the paws have authentic, lethal black claws  \n\\\u003eWhen the lips on the muzzle peel back into a fanged smirk, you feel your whole body tense up  \n\\\u003eA hundred thoughts zip through your mind  \n\\\u003eIs this for real?  \n\\\u003eIs this an actual werewolf?  \n\\\u003eIs it too late to run screaming from the ride?  \n\\\u003eThe last one's easy to answer:   \n\\\u003eYes it is, because the safety bar locks you in place just as the cart speeds off  \n\\\u003e\"What luck,\" comes an unmistakably feminine, yet coarse voice. “I didn't think I would find my Little Red Riding Hood so quickly tonight.\"  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't take her eyes off you for a second as you barrel towards rickety doors that blast open into darkness  \n\\\u003eYou're afraid to break eye contact and risk provoking her  \n\\\u003eYou're definitely not going to get to enjoy the ride, either  \n\\\u003eThe dim glow of the fake candlelight draws shadows into her features  \n\\\u003eIt should be frightening, and yet the candescence of her golden eyes is almost calming  \n\\\u003eThe rubber bats, ketchup blood, and grandma clothes also sort of downplay the terror  \n\\\u003e\"Volfa,\" she says  \n\\\u003eA-Anon  \n\\\u003e“Anon...\" she repeats, leaning in closer  \n\\\u003eHer breath smells like fruit punch and alcohol  \n\\\u003e\"Well, I think it's almost as nice as 'Little Red'.\"  \n\\\u003eYour cart enters a room divided by a smoky glass wall  \n\\\u003eAnother cart passes by on the opposite side, cheesy ghostly effects filtered over them  \n\\\u003eVolfa interrupts her gaze long enough to give the other riders a toothy snarl  \n\\\u003eThe two look awestruck and crane their heads back for one last look before splitting off into the dark again  \n\\\u003e\"So, Anon....\"  \n\\\u003eHer attention is entirely on you once more  \n\\\u003e\"You look like you're not enjoying yourself much.\"  \n\\\u003eYou tell her...anything you can think of as an excuse  \n\\\u003eYou're not a fan of the music  \n\\\u003eAnd the crowds are a little too belligerent  \n\\\u003eAnd nothing about the place is that scary  \n\\\u003eYou may have said something you'll regret with that last one  \n\\\u003eVolfa gives a raspy chuckle  \n\\\u003e\"What a relief! Here I thought it was ME making you uncomfortable!\"  \n\\\u003eYou shake your head  \n\\\u003eBut is it out of fear for what she might do, or confidence since you managed to survive this long?  \n\\\u003e\"Let me be honest with you,\" she continues  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess reaches up and over to put an arm around your shoulder  \n\\\u003eAs she does so the sleeve droops back, revealing a spiked bracelet fastened around a fur-covered arm  \n\\\u003e\"I enjoy messing with people, especially on a night like this. It's not everyday though I find someone who doesn't faint or scream at the sight of me.\"  \n\\\u003eHer claw yanks your hood off so she can scratch your neck  \n\\\u003eGently, chillingly  \n\\\u003e\"Everyone deserves to have a good time on Halloween, and I'd like to show you nothing less than the best.\"  \n\\\u003eGood lord this is a long ride  \n\\\u003eYou try to explain you might have to let your friends know you'd be running off with a stranger you just met  \n\\\u003e\"Of course. Just tell them you're nice and safe.\"  \n\\\u003eYou send out a group text, but the moment you hit SEND she snatches your phone away  \n\\\u003eIt's devoured into her sleeves before you realize what happened  \n\\\u003e\"You've got an impressive amount of trust in me already. Maybe that's a bad thing. However, I'm sorry to say I don't quite trust YOU yet.\"  \n\\\u003eShe gives you an impish wink  \n\\\u003e\"You'll get it back in the morning.\"  \n\\\u003eMorning?   \n\\\u003eMourning?  \n\\\u003eThe cart screeches to a halt back at the station, and you're pulled from the seat even before the safety bar is fully released  \n\\\u003eSoon you're tearing through the throngs of people with the wolfess pulling you along  \n\\\u003eYour friends are no place in sight  \n\\\u003eOthers turn to watch your kidnapping with amusement, but none of them get a good look at the wolfess as she carries you down the streets  \n\\\u003eAnd down back alleys  \n\\\u003eAnd down a rusted cellar  \n\\\u003eDown, down...  \n  \n\\\u003eWhen you stop, you're in what looks like the entrance to catacombs  \n\\\u003eBut there's a roomy foyer with rich tapestries and soft orange jack-o'-lanterns that actually make the space inviting  \n\\\u003eThere's a bin full of abandoned costumes nearby  \n\\\u003eVolfa tears off her bonnet and nightgown, and chucks them with the others  \n\\\u003eNow fully revealed, you see she's entirely wolf-like  \n\\\u003eFrom top to bottom, and tail to breasts  \n\\\u003ePretty modest ones, at that  \n\\\u003eApart from her lupine exterior and lack of shoes, she's dressed as casually as any other human on any other day  \n\\\u003eSlightly frayed jeans  \n\\\u003eThe spiked bracelet around one arm and several belts around the other  \n\\\u003eA busy t-shirt with a band you've never heard of under a small vest (unzipped, of course) with a plush collar  \n\\\u003eAnd a classy jeweled choker around her fuzzy neck  \n\\\u003eAlright, maybe “casually\" was the wrong word  \n\\\u003eYou start to follow suit and remove your costume, but Volfa stops you before you can unclasp the cloak  \n\\\u003e\"You may want to leave that on, Little Red. You'll fit in much better this way.\"  \n\\\u003eAs she leads you through the catacomb passageways, you see why  \n\\\u003eIt's a veritable monster mash down here  \n\\\u003eGhouls, mummies, lizard people, stitched-together abominations, and even a few other bestial humanoids  \n\\\u003eYou'd say “were-creatures\" but you distinctly remember the moon being only half full tonight  \n\\\u003eThis humors Volfa with a hearty laugh  \n\\\u003e\"Sorry, but THIS is permanent,\" she says, flaunting her body with a swish of the tail. \\\u003e\"Born a wolf, live like a monster, do whatever I damn well feel like. Good luck finding many others like me out there.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's coy with her words, and yet there's a falter in her grin you almost miss completely  \n\\\u003eShe rebounds before you can even process it  \n\\\u003e\"But this night's about YOU, and I can be the best damn wingman you could have.\"  \n\\\u003eAnd just like that she's back to dragging you along  \n\\\u003eThere are a few different lounges around the catacombs, but Volfa sniffs out the perfect one  \n\\\u003eYou're deposited on a barstool where a skeleton is making drinks  \n\\\u003e\"The word for tonight is 'smashed',\" Volfa says. “Pumpkins, liquor, what you do AFTER the liquor...\"  \n\\\u003eShe flourishes her paw over the gathering of monstrous guests  \n\\\u003e\"How about a nice girl for you?\"  \n\\\u003eShe kneads her paws together with a vulgar motion and another sly wink  \n\\\u003eReally driving the point home  \n\\\u003e\"So, what's your taste? Nymphs? Vamps? Witches or crones? Well, I KNOW you're into grandmas.\"  \n\\\u003eA tray of shots skates your way  \n\\\u003eVolfa grabs a glass without missing a beat and hands you an identical one  \n\\\u003eIt's so dark it may as well be crude oil  \n\\\u003eThin wisps of smoke rise from the drinks, and it's a little hot to the touch  \n\\\u003e\"Hellhound's Blood\" she says  \n\\\u003eYou gingerly toast and down the drink with a single gulp  \n\\\u003eIt burns  \n\\\u003eVery, very, VERY badly  \n\\\u003eYou're gasping for air while Volfa only shivers once  \n\\\u003eYou are so incapacitated from your drink you almost forget to take the chaser, until Volfa slides you hers as well  \n\\\u003eYou take the two extra shots; so yellow they look like honey, and throw them both back  \n\\\u003eRelief washes over you, leaving a sweaty adrenaline high  \n\\\u003eVolfa slaps you on the back  \n\\\u003e\"They used to think urinating on a wound would treat it, so if the first one was the Hellhound's Blood....\"  \n\\\u003eThat makes you retch a bit  \n\\\u003e\"Kidding!\" she roars. “Didn't I warn you I like messing with people?\"  \n\\\u003eShe slaps you again on the back  \n\\\u003eThen pats you softer a few times  \n\\\u003eNow she's rubbing you in wide circles  \n\\\u003eIt actually starts feeling good right before she retracts her paw  \n\\\u003eThe two of you watch the crowd for a bit, now that you're no longer the center of attention from the scene you made  \n\\\u003e\"Hey,\" she says  \n\\\u003eHer tone is smooth and almost muted  \n\\\u003e\"When I hang out with others, I go by one rule: do what you want until someone stops having fun.\"  \n\\\u003eShe gives you a pitiful smile, as though ashamed of herself  \n\\\u003e\"You probably still don't know what to make of everything, and I'm sorry if I scared you. I really DO want you to have a good time, but if you aren't just say the word and I'll take you back to your friends.\"  \n\\\u003eYou nod in understanding  \n\\\u003eMaybe it's the endorphins talking, or some kind of Stockholm syndrome setting in, but you really don't want to leave the wolfess just yet  \n\\\u003eBut why YOU of all people?  \n\\\u003e\"Like I said,\" Volfa says, “you didn't flip out AS much as every other human I've run into. It's funny how much your kind loves monster flicks and horror stories, but when you run into the real thing? Pfft.\"  \n\\\u003eYou hear the sounds of rattling chains, distant rumbling, and faint wailing throughout the catacombs  \n\\\u003ePlaying all together with the creepy ambient music, it's all orchestrated into the perfect Halloween atmosphere  \n\\\u003eHalf the patrons look ready for a night of wickedness and the other half are unwinding from it  \n\\\u003eVolfa pushes off the bar and extends her paw to you  \n\\\u003eThe first time of the night she isn't taking you by force  \n\\\u003e\"Well, you didn't let me abduct you just so we can hang around like sad sacks.\"  \n  \n\\\u003eVolfa leads you farther into the catacombs, passing even more rooms with their own theme of festivities  \n\\\u003eThe next two hours becomes a party sampler of activity  \n\\\u003eYou're flung into one room for some awkward, uninhibited dancing on stained glass floors  \n\\\u003eThen you spin into a game room where Volfa plunges her head into a bucket of crimson water to fish out (what you really hope isn't) a meaty heart  \n\\\u003eShe wipes the dribble from her mouth and gives you a motion for silence when you get to the next section  \n\\\u003eIt's one part maze and one part art display of elaborate silky webbing  \n\\\u003eNow you make sense of her warning about making noise:  \n\\\u003eEven the slightest sound from navigating through the maze bounces the web all around, threatening to entangle you  \n\\\u003eYou take it slow and think you get out unscathed, but Volfa pulls off a thick cord of the stuff affixed to your back  \n\\\u003eShe turns around and you comb her fur for strands as well  \n\\\u003eLike a dog after rolling through the mud, she seems to really like you grooming her  \n\\\u003eThe maze was a nice, slow chance to catch your breath, but the respite doesn't last long  \n\\\u003eThere's a room of nothing but projections of old monster films (the grisly scenes, of course)  \n\\\u003eAn entire amphitheater with dueling organ pipes  \n\\\u003eMore bars with various shots of debilitating potency  \n\\\u003eAnd at last you're off your feet, just the two of you sitting on what you assume is the gums of some colossal creature's mouth  \n\\\u003eVolfa is actually joining you in heavy panting  \n\\\u003e\"So...ha...you enjoying yourself yet?\"  \n\\\u003eYou can't speak, so you just give a signal of approval  \n\\\u003eBut your privacy is interrupted by a gang of trolls who have to duck down to get into the room  \n\\\u003e\"Volfa? What the hell are you DOING?\" the largest one booms  \n\\\u003e\"I'm resting my feet, ya' big neanderthal,\" she says. “Keep your voice down!\"  \n\\\u003eThe lead troll's lackeys just scratch their heads while he scrunches his ugly face  \n\\\u003e\"What are you doin' with HIM?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Showing Little Red a good time,\" Volfa retorts. “What's it to you?\"  \n\\\u003e\"But a human?\" the troll says  \n\\\u003e\"You lugs bring humans here all the time!\" the wolfess says  \n\\\u003e\"Human FEMALES,\" he grunts. “Everyone knows it's the monster MEN who take humans. It's only the other way when the human males pair with of the three 'S's'\"  \n\\\u003eHe holds up four thick fingers to illustrate  \n\\\u003e\"Sirens, Succubi, and Shapeshifters. You can't even pass as a 'shifter because you're not an actual WEREwolf\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa launches to her feet, staring daggers at the troll  \n\\\u003e\"What the fuck are you trying to say?\" she hisses  \n\\\u003e\"I'm sayin' either he's defected in the brain, or you're just THAT desperate. Human male with female beast pairings don't work.\" He folds his tree-trunk arms across his chest. “That's the norm around here.\"  \n\\\u003e\"No,\" Volfa says with venom, “the 'norm' for YOU is to not get ANY female unless you have to beat them over the head and drag them off! Why else would your mother be so deformed?\"  \n\\\u003eYou exchange worried glances with the troll lackeys  \n\\\u003eNone of you particularly want to get involved  \n\\\u003eThe lead troll pains himself in anger, trying to think of a response  \n\\\u003eBut even a giant like him recoils when Volfa stomps forward  \n\\\u003e\"Enjoy your circlejerk, boys,\" she spits while body checking the leader  \n\\\u003eEven with him being marginally bigger, the wolfess still sends him reeling  \n\\\u003eThere's enough of an opening between the trolls for you to slip out after Volfa  \n\\\u003eYou're following her down some kind of secluded hallway, where no parties or even rooms exist  \n\\\u003eIt's eerily quiet, especially with neither of you talking  \n\\\u003eYou realize the end of the corridor deposits you right back at the catacomb foyer  \n\\\u003eThe bin of costumes is right where you left it  \n\\\u003eVolfa slams her fists against the wall a few times and hangs her head  \n\\\u003e\"I'm sorry, Anon,\" she says, her words heavy   \n\\\u003e“I don't think I can show you a good time anymore. Just tell me when you're ready to go.\"  \n\\\u003eBut you don't really want to leave her  \n\\\u003eYou place a hand on her shoulder  \n\\\u003eShe inhales sharply at your touch and looks at you with a gloomy smile  \n\\\u003e\"Heh. Thanks for trying, Anon, but I stick to my rule: do what you want until someone stops having fun. Wish I could say those jackasses didn't spoil my night.\"  \n\\\u003eShe tries to back off, but you hold on strongly  \n\\\u003eVolfa turned a downer night for you into something incredible, and now's your chance to pay her back  \n\\\u003eAnd you tell her so  \n\\\u003eShe just shakes her head  \n\\\u003e\"You don't have to do anything for me. You gave me everything I could want just by being a good sport and some great company.\"  \n\\\u003eEverything she could want?  \n\\\u003eThat catches her off guard completely  \n\\\u003e\"W-well, I mean, from a human, I don't....\"  \n\\\u003eYou squirm a bit at “human\", and Volfa's ears fold back  \n\\\u003e“Ah, dammit. That's not me. I shouldn't let that prick get under my fur like that.\"  \n\\\u003eThe mischievous side of the dark wolfess returns  \n\\\u003eShe takes your hand in one paw and puts the other on your shoulder as well  \n\\\u003e\"That's a privilege I only give to my Little Red.\"  \n\\\u003eYou can tell she's waiting for you to make the first move  \n\\\u003eBut the eagerness in her eyes is as clear as the stars on a cloudless night  \n\\\u003eYou lock lips, mouth to muzzle  \n\\\u003eShe drives her tongue deeply inside you, making the taste of fruit punch and alcohol all the more flavorful  \n\\\u003eOut of your peripheral you see other monsters walk by  \n\\\u003eThey dive back out of sight to give the two of you some peace  \n\\\u003eAt least there are SOME courteous monsters  \n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eVolfa eventually breaks the kiss, and the string of dribble left over makes you think of the web maze briefly  \n\\\u003eIs that endearing, or a little gross?  \n\\\u003e\"This won't do at all,\" she says  \n\\\u003eYou think she means the passerby, but she's tapping the clasp on your cloak with a black nail  \n  \n\\\u003eOnce again you're being dragged along by the wolfess  \n\\\u003eYou were actually starting to miss that  \n\\\u003eBut you don't head back toward the heart of the merriment  \n\\\u003eInstead, you peel off down yet another overlooked hallway  \n\\\u003eNow you're going up an incline  \n\\\u003eAnd up a winding staircase  \n\\\u003eAnd even climbing up a ladder  \n\\\u003eUp, up...  \n\\\u003eWhen you're at the top you're in some kind of tiny efficiency apartment  \n\\\u003eIt's a very spartan layout, with only a few utilities and a disheveled bed  \n\\\u003eBut there's a large sloped window with an absolutely breathtaking view of the midnight city  \n\\\u003eYou take in as much of the sight as you can  \n\\\u003eWhich is long enough for Volfa to disrobe down to her fur  \n\\\u003eOnly the jeweled choker remains  \n\\\u003e\"I've been waiting all night to see a little more of my Little Red\"  \n\\\u003eHer voice is outspoken and seductive  \n\\\u003eYou certainly didn't fall for her because of her subtlety   \n\\\u003eFinally the clasp is broken, and soon you're joining her in total nudity  \n\\\u003e\"And don't worry,\" she continues, “I won't make you say anything cheeky about my teeth, or my ears....\"  \n\\\u003eIt's not hard to tell what's she's playing at  \n\\\u003eAnd yes, she DOES have big, beautiful eyes  \n\\\u003eThe bed already looks pre-ravished, and it only gets worse as you two tumble onto it  \n\\\u003eYour skin is electrified by the touch of her fur  \n\\\u003eHer aroma has an earthly, carnal scent  \n\\\u003eWhile you're trying to burrow into her pelt she's practically clawing to get inside of you  \n\\\u003eHer thighs gyrate over your own, pinning your growing arousal and giving it an occasional squeeze  \n\\\u003eShe moves to straddle your hips, grabbing your erection with her leathery paws  \n\\\u003e\"There are a dozen Halloween clichés I could make right now,\" she says. “So go ahead and take your pick, my not-so Little Red.\"  \n\\\u003eAnd what a treat it is  \n\\\u003eShe bends over and rolls her tongue along your full length, starting at the sack and lifting the whole thing up  \n\\\u003eAfter several licks she takes the entire package into her muzzle  \n\\\u003eYou don't need to look out the window to see stars  \n\\\u003eAny warnings you give building up to your release are swiftly ignored  \n\\\u003eYour climax is heightened by her last few sucks  \n\\\u003eEverything from your orgasm vanishes down her gullet  \n\\\u003eUnsurprisingly the only liquid she refuses to let dribble, even as she smacks her lips loudly  \n\\\u003eWhen your strength returns you try to switch with her, but the wolfess continues to pin you down  \n\\\u003e\"Catch your breath and we'll move on to the good part.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're still wet and stiff as she lifts her rump off your legs a bit  \n\\\u003e\"Like I said, you don't need to do anything more for me tonight\"  \n\\\u003eBy the time you can rebound, Volfa is already lowering her heat onto you  \n\\\u003e\"And it's not like I can't enjoy this as well,\" she says with a wink  \n  \n\\\u003eYou're panting together, enjoying the warmth of the other's body and breath  \n\\\u003eYou never want to leave her tenderness, so when she escapes your grasp you're left fruitlessly clinging the air  \n\\\u003e\"One second, my Little Red, there's something I want to do first.\"  \n\\\u003eEven without the illumination of a full moon, Volfa's shapely, bestial body is silhouetted against the window  \n\\\u003eShe pushes the glass open and draws in a swelling breath  \n\\\u003eAnd howls  \n\\\u003eIt's a howl that reverberates to your core  \n\\\u003eGorgeous, haunting, and proud  \n\\\u003eShe holds the sound for longer than you'd think possible, carrying over the city  \n\\\u003eEven after she tapers off it's still ringing out there  \n\\\u003eOff in the distance, you can hear the Halloween crowds making their own lively barks and howls in response  \n\\\u003eVolfa returns to you with a playful expression and throws the sheets over you  \n\\\u003eYou're wrapped into her embrace once more, her fur now carrying the scent of the midnight air  \n\\\u003e\"This is a nice little change of pace,\" she purrs. “It doesn't have to be ALL about the sexual rush.\"  \n\\\u003e\"But the night is young, and we do have a lot to try out before the sunrise.\"  \n\\\u003eHer nails are combing your hair; her muzzle under your chin  \n\\\u003e\"And I want to see that with you.\"  \n  \n\\\u003eYou sleep in late  \n\\\u003eA twinge of panic rouses you, as your wolfess isn't there beside you  \n\\\u003eBut she returns fully dressed and balancing plates of food  \n\\\u003e\"Little Red had a good sleep,\" she says. “Bet some big bad wolf made him give up the ghost.\"  \n\\\u003eAt least five times, you think  \n\\\u003eShe sets the plates down for a late breakfast  \n\\\u003eLittle bat pancakes, chain-linked sausages, dripping strawberries  \n\\\u003eAnd a sweet cider you really hope isn't supposed to be more hellhound piss  \n\\\u003eThe two of you chow down, but Volfa eats slower as time goes on  \n\\\u003eSoon she's looking at her plate  \n\\\u003eAshamed  \n\\\u003e\"Anon...\" she says when she can't prolong the meal any longer  \n\\\u003e\"We need to have a talk\"'  \n\\\u003eThis unfamiliar side of her immediately fills you with dread  \n\\\u003e\"We're going to have to separate soon.\"  \n\\\u003eYour heart just did  \n\\\u003e\"We...you know, 'monsters', live our own lives throughout the year. When Halloween rolls around, we have to follow certain rules to have that kind of freedom.\"  \n\\\u003e\"One of them is, 'don't keep humans around when the night is over'.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Halloween's a wild night; people get hurt or go missing, there's vandalism and crime, and some of us get...well, a little TOO invested.\"  \n\\\u003eShe tries to force a smile at that  \n\\\u003e\"So of course the days after all the debauchery are a little tense. Police are out trying to solve crimes, and every dumbass with a camera suddenly thinks they're a paranormal investigator. We have to lay low for days at a time.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, I can't do that to you. I couldn't take you away from your life like I tried to last night.\"  \n\\\u003eNone of the drinks you had last night twisted your stomach as much as how it currently feels  \n\\\u003e\"But....\"  \n\\\u003eThat one word is all you wanted to hear more than anything right now  \n\\\u003e\"If you want to make this work,\" she continues, “if you feel the same about me as I feel about you...we can think of something.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's bittersweet news  \n\\\u003eOptimistic, but heartbreaking all the same  \n\\\u003eYou lunge for the wolfess, hoping she won't actually leave you  \n\\\u003eHer snout flares, and she sniffles  \n\\\u003e\"H-hey, this is hard for me too. Don't make it worse.\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa pries herself from your grapple, but keeps her paws on you  \n\\\u003eIt's difficult to believe those golden eyes could ever have doubt or uncertainty  \n\\\u003e\"C'mon, let's get you dressed.\"  \n\\\u003eAll you have with you are your costume clothes, which you vow to never get rid of  \n\\\u003eShe hands you the crimson cloak that started it all  \n\\\u003e\"It's a cold, sad day out there, and it'll take you a while to find your way home, Little Red.\"  \n\\\u003eIt still has her hair on it  \n\\\u003eYou're never going to wash this thing  \n\\\u003eReluctantly you make the descent back to the catacombs, neither saying a word  \n\\\u003eYou get a few glimpses of what had been a monster mash just a few hours ago  \n\\\u003eThere's litter, debris, and unidentifiable stains everywhere along with a hollow mood  \n\\\u003eIf you didn't see the party for yourself, you'd assume this was just an abandoned building  \n\\\u003eNothing left in the foyer but the bin of costumes  \n\\\u003eVolfa's grandma disguise still rests inside  \n\\\u003eThere's a lot you could say that would just bring your spirits down even more, but Volfa refuses to go that route again  \n\\\u003e\"Give it a few weeks for all the heat to die down. If you still want to see a gnarly dog like me again, I'll come find you.\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa reaches into her vest pocket and pulls out your phone  \n\\\u003e\"A deal's a deal\"  \n\\\u003eYou grab the phone along with her arm and pull her in for one last hug goodbye  \n\\\u003eShe can't fight it this time  \n\\\u003e\"We'll make it work,\" she repeats with her voice breaking. “We'll make it work.\"  \n\\\u003eYou lose count of how many times she has to say it, both for your sake and her own  \n\\\u003eAnd you can't remember who it was to make the first move to detach from the other, but you know it was a slow drift apart  \n\\\u003eYou almost can't open the cellar door with how weak your body feels  \n\\\u003eThe light outside is tormenting  \n\\\u003eIn your momentary blindness, you can only see that stunning silhouette of your wolfess  \n\\\u003eVolfa doesn't take her eyes off you for one second as you close the rusted doors behind you  \n  \n\\\u003eEven if you could remember the path you took to get to the monster hideout you're too distracted to retrace your flight with the dark wolfess  \n\\\u003eThe towering buildings around you funnel your movement, and every direction you choose gets you closer to the human world  \n\\\u003ePlus, every turn you take seems to erase the way back to the cellar  \n\\\u003eEventually you make it back to the streets outside the Freak Fair grounds  \n\\\u003eWearing your costume is much less embarrassing when you see a few others doing the same  \n\\\u003eDesperately clinging to the memories of the previous night  \n\\\u003eSpeaking of people and memories, you remember all those you left behind in the blur of activity  \n\\\u003eYour phone is overloaded with messages from different contacts  \n\\\u003eSome concerned for your safety  \n\\\u003eSome asking if you got lucky  \n\\\u003eSome completely oblivious to your absence  \n\\\u003eAnd one...from yourself?  \n\\\u003eThere's no mistaking it: you got a message that was sent to you from your own phone  \n\\\u003e\"Hopefully this will tide you over\"  \n\\\u003eWhen the last message is closed, you see what changed  \n\\\u003eYour wallpaper was replaced with an image of Volfa  \n\\\u003eShe's wearing that spiked bracelet, those arm belts, that elegant choker...  \n\\\u003eAnd nothing else  \n\\\u003eYou scan the skyline of all the buildings around you  \n\\\u003eSomewhere nestled in the middle, unreachable and protected by the cluster, is a derelict apartment building  \n\\\u003eAt the top is a figure leaning out of a sloped window  \n\\\u003eWearing a frumpy nightgown and bonnet  \n\\\u003eAnd watching over you as you return home  \n  \n\n* * *\n  \n\n**Part 2**\n\n  \n\\\u003eIt's been over three weeks since Halloween  \n\\\u003e25 days, specifically  \n\\\u003eBut who's counting?  \n\\\u003eAlmost a month ago you were whisked away from a dull Halloween night for one filled with literal monsters, including the love of your life  \n\\\u003eVolfa  \n\\\u003eYou never have to set an alarm to wake up in the morning these days, because as soon as you're conscious you're checking the phone for any word from her  \n\\\u003eNobody would believe you met an anthropomorphic wolf female dressed up like a grandmother that night  \n\\\u003eHell, some of them wouldn't believe you met a female at all  \n\\\u003eNow, jaded thoughts intrude your mind, starting to make YOU believe it was never real to begin with  \n\\\u003eIt takes increasingly more energy just to leave home and face the world  \n\\\u003eBut then a crinkled letter shows up in the mail  \n\\\u003eYou hold the envelope like it was your life  \n\\\u003eIt might as well be, seeing as how life would be meaningless if you can't share it with Volfa  \n\\\u003eBefore you get your hopes up TOO much, you check the return address  \n\\\u003eYou half expect it to just be some kind of insurance bullshit, a bill, or a straight up scam  \n\\\u003eWhen you do a quick internet search your heart leaps up  \n\\\u003eIt's the address of the Freak Fair grounds  \n\\\u003eYou gingerly peel open the envelope, careful not to tear it accidentally  \n\\\u003eThere's a ticket inside, stiff in hardness yet warped as though it had been soaked in water (or something else) before  \n\\\u003eIt's covered in runes and hole punches, but “one week round trip\" is legible  \n\\\u003eAlso included is a single note, written on a contrastingly immaculate piece of stationary  \n\\\u003e[LAST OF THE MONTH. BUS TERMINUS ORANGE. 11:59 PM. DO NOT BE LATE.]  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eYour life is put on hold leading up to the big night  \n\\\u003eSome of the people closest to you are a little concerned, and you probably burned a few bridges with work  \n\\\u003eYou don't know whether you should tell anyone you have a girlfriend just yet, especially if you're just up and leaving so suddenly to be with her  \n\\\u003eSeveral days' worth of clothes and other provisions have been packed and waiting since you got the letter  \n\\\u003eYou even call a cab well over an hour before you need to be there  \n\\\u003eIt's a cold autumn night to be sitting by yourself at a bus stop  \n\\\u003eJust you and your fall jacket  \n\\\u003eCrimson red, hooded  \n\\\u003eTen minutes until midnight you get some company  \n\\\u003eYou were expecting a bus, or a limo, or even a hearse  \n\\\u003eWhat you get instead is just a plain old sedan  \n\\\u003eIt's not even made to be creepy or anything  \n\\\u003eAn elderly man with sagging jowls parks the vehicle in front of you  \n\\\u003eHe says nothing, not even acknowledging you as he stares off into the distance  \n\\\u003eYou check your phone every minute, hoping you don't miss something  \n\\\u003e11:59 PM  \n\\\u003e\"Ticket, please,\" he moans  \n\\\u003eYou thrust the ticket at him, which he gives another hole punch and returns to you  \n\\\u003eYou dive into the car; the possible danger of the situation doesn't cross your mind at all  \n\\\u003eIt's too grimy to see out the windows as the ride veers multiple times  \n\\\u003e\"It's sweltering in here,\" the driver says  \n\\\u003eHe grabs the loose flabs of skin on his face and pulls the whole thing off, leaving only muscle stretched over bone  \n\\\u003eYou feel like you should be shocked or terrified, but Halloween really desensitized you to a lot of crazy shit  \n\\\u003eThe car soon falls into a smoother, turn-free cruise  \n\\\u003eHours pass by  \n\\\u003eAnd you can't fend off sleep forever....  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eYou wake up still in the car  \n\\\u003eDawn manages to pierce through the obscured windows  \n\\\u003e\"We're just about there,\" says the driver, picking at his exposed tissue  \n\\\u003eYou feel relief at not being murdered (or worse) in your sleep  \n\\\u003eThen you feel excitement as you see a gothic station come into view  \n\\\u003eThis is just like in the movies!  \n\\\u003eYou're fidgeting in the seat as the driver finds a spot to drop you off  \n\\\u003eThe sight of monsters and other supernatural creatures milling about inside almost doesn't faze you in the slightest  \n\\\u003eYou seem to be getting more attention than you're paying to any of them  \n\\\u003eBut you're on a mission, and there will be time to gawk later  \n\\\u003eStill, you make sure to scan everything you can just for a glimpse of...  \n\\\u003eThere she is  \n\\\u003eTattered jeans and a busy t-shirt of a metal band  \n\\\u003eA long-sleeved version of a familiar vest, complete with the same plush collar  \n\\\u003eA lavish jeweled choker that gleams to draw your sight to her  \n\\\u003eArm held against an archway, leaning with one leg over the other, and positively beaming at you  \n\\\u003eVolfa  \n\\\u003eShe's trying to play cool as much as possible, but as you run towards her she abandons any amount of composure she had  \n\\\u003eThere's no forgetting the strength of the wolfess as she lifts you up for a hug  \n\\\u003eYou did it  \n\\\u003eYou made it work  \n\\\u003e\"It's so good to see you again, Little Red,\" she says, holding back tears  \n\\\u003eHer raspy, subdued voice is the greatest you've ever heard  \n\\\u003eShe gives your jacket a feel after setting you down  \n\\\u003e\"I like it. Not as cute as that Halloween cloak of yours, but at least you got one with a nice hood!\"  \n\\\u003eNow that you're safely reunited with the dark wolfess you're able to take in the sights and sounds  \n\\\u003eThere are the mummies and vampires you'd normally expect, along with some pretty eldritch and indescribable abominations  \n\\\u003eAnd whether through coincidence or a good sense of humor, most of the shops and restaurant stalls in the station are just like human equivalents with cheesy, spooky-themed names  \n\\\u003eOnce again, monsters stare right back at you  \n\\\u003e\"Haha, I guess you really don't see any of this as strange until you got a human buddy with you,\" she says  \n\\\u003eA paw clasps your shoulder and the wolfess leans over  \n\\\u003e\"I'm still the best wingman you'll ever have, so just stick close to me, alright?\"  \n\\\u003eYou exchange wide smiles  \n\\\u003eHers falters for a moment, and that's enough to put unease in your heart  \n\\\u003eVolfa immediately brings her cheery, toothy demeanor back out  \n\\\u003e\"Hey, nothing's wrong. Well, at least nothing we're not gonna fix right now.\"  \n\\\u003eYou continue walking through the station, through some lesser-traveled parts  \n\\\u003e\"I'm not sure if anyone has broken the bad news to you before, but...I'm afraid you're a human, Little Red.\"  \n\\\u003eYou give her a look of mock surprise  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, I know, it's heartbreaking. Inoperable too, unfortunately.\"  \n\\\u003eYou glance at the directional signs as you pass them, one in particular you seem to be following  \n\\\u003eLicensing and Customs  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, we're going to need to check you in before going anywhere. Not like we don't have humans here, but those are usually your sorcery types with magic in the blood. Anyone we bring over from 'your' world needs to come here first.\"  \n\\\u003eThe hallway leading to the customs office is barren compared to the rest of the station  \n\\\u003eObviously not needed extremely often  \n\\\u003e\"Getting approval is next to impossible by yourself. That's why I'm gonna be your sponsor, Little Red.\"  \n\\\u003eHer muzzle hovers close to your face, and you plant a kiss against her black lips  \n\\\u003eShe pulls you firmly into her torso  \n\\\u003e\"Woah, down boy, easy! I'm just as pent up as you are, but it'll make the payoff so much better if you can reel it in just a little longer, alright?.\"  \n\\\u003eYou nod in understanding  \n\\\u003eShe waited patiently for you, and you can do the same for her  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eThe customs office is bigger than you'd expect for such little traffic  \n\\\u003eOf course, you soon see that's entirely for the sake of the head supervisor  \n\\\u003eYour neck doesn't even reach the top of his desk, and cigar fumes smokescreen the ceiling completely  \n\\\u003eOnly the middle head is smoking  \n\\\u003eThe right one is absorbed in a phone conversation  \n\\\u003eThe left one is busy with paperwork  \n\\\u003eA massive cerberus, straining a dapper business suit  \n\\\u003eThe middle head takes one last draw of his cigar before setting it aside, smoke venting from his nostrils  \n\\\u003e\"Back again so soon, Volfa?\" he says  \n\\\u003eHis casual voice is enough to reverberate through your body  \n\\\u003e\"Nah, just got lost on the way to the little girls' room,\" the wolfess says  \n\\\u003e\"So I see,\" the middle head responds  \n\\\u003eHe looks at you with disdain  \n\\\u003e\"I assume this is the one you've flippantly ignored getting pre-approval to bring to our world?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Yup,\" Volfa says. “This is Anon, and it turns out he doesn't NEED your bullshit pre-approval.\"  \n\\\u003eThe desk is higher than even Volfa's pointed ears, but she pulls herself up to the ledge and hangs there with her head in her paws  \n\\\u003e\"So then,\" the cerberus continues, “does that mean he is magically awakened? Or a registered human ambassador? Or a provable deity reincarnation?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Nope,\" Volfa says. “He's my lifekin.\"  \n\\\u003eThe left head snaps his pen like a twig, spraying blood-red ink everywhere  \n\\\u003e\"I'm going to have to call you back,\" the right head growls before slamming his phone down  \n\\\u003eAll three parts to the colossal hound are fixated on you  \n\\\u003e\"He's your...lifekin?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, funny story. Turns out after Halloween was over I realized I was DYING without having him close by. Got checked out by an apothecary and everything.\"  \n\\\u003e\"So I see,\" the cerberus seethes. “Regardless, he still needs the appropriate paperwork to be considered your lifekin. I've already made a GENEROUS exception giving him the ticket here, which, might I remind you, is valid only for ONE WEEK.\"  \n\\\u003e\"You got a lot more excuses than exceptions,\" the wolfess barks back. “You better not have forgotten the bet we made, either.\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa unfolds a stack of papers from her jacket and slams them on the desk  \n\\\u003e\"Anyway, here you go. All in writing from the doc herself. And if you want to confront her about it, be my guest. I hear she's still a bit sour about needing to get a 'practitioner's license'.\"  \n\\\u003eThe cerberus doesn't even look at the papers before shoving them aside into a built up pile  \n\\\u003e\"Be that as it may, he will still have to go back to where he came from after his week is over.\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa's face is full of spite  \n\\\u003e\"You wouldn't KILL a poor girl like that, would you?\" she says  \n\\\u003eThe flame in the cerberus' six eyes tells you Volfa may have crossed the line with that remark, but the context of their feud is lost to you  \n\\\u003eThe middle head straightens his tie  \n\\\u003e\"Then I highly recommend you start filling out his paperwork for a return visit, and likewise for yourself if you ever want to visit him outside of our sanctioned yearly events.\"  \n\\\u003eHe grabs out the largest, sharpest fountain pen you've ever seen  \n\\\u003eMuch more like a dagger than a writing utensil  \n\\\u003e\"I hope we've come to an understanding. Now then, on to the records. What is his name, again?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Why don't you fucking ask him yourself, old man?\"  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eThe two of you leave the office without any forms, receipts, permits, or passports  \n\\\u003eAnd yet, you have subtle feeling of belonging to this world now  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, we don't do that crap here,\" Volfa says. “Not all monsters have clothes, let alone pockets. Where are they going to keep an ID card?\"  \n\\\u003eYou ask her what a “lifekin\" is supposed to be  \n\\\u003e\"'Lifekin' is just what it sounds like: people bonded for life. It's usually for master/servant magical pacts, or some kind of, ah, symbiotic relationship? Body stuff, you know.\"  \n\\\u003eAnd now you're her lifekin?  \n\\\u003eShe's quiet for a moment  \n\\\u003e\"Might as well be. After we said our goodbyes, I got really, really sick.\"  \n\\\u003eYou open your mouth to say something, thinking back to your Halloween dalliance  \n\\\u003e\"Ha, not like THAT!\"  \n\\\u003eShe punches you on the arm  \n\\\u003e“Don't worry, you won't be seeing a bunch of little Little Reds all over the place. Not yet, anyway. But I wasn't sure what was going on. I thought maybe my depression drinking caught up with me, or I had some nasty bug from the Halloween crowds.\"  \n\\\u003eShe leans over and gives you a sloppy lick from neck to ear  \n\\\u003e\"And now you have it, too.\"  \n\\\u003eYou don't want to touch the saliva  \n\\\u003eA little because you're afraid she's right  \n\\\u003eAnd a little because you want to keep any reminder of her  \n\\\u003e\"Ha! C'mon, you think just because we're back together I'm gonna stop messing with you?\"  \n\\\u003eAt this point, you wouldn't care if you shared an illness with Volfa  \n\\\u003e\"Anyway, it was stupid to deny what it REALLY was. I was pretty smitten with you, Little Red. Heh, who would have thought THAT would be the thing to do me in?\"  \n\\\u003eHer head rests on yours  \n\\\u003e\"Buuut just to be sure, I got a second opinion from a sweet little apothecary, and she was more than happy to get her diagnosis in writing. Didn't think it'd be so easy to get a doctor's excuse for puppy love.\"  \n\\\u003eThe outside of the station is on a hill (probably for aerodynamic monsters) overlooking an endless stretch of patchwork terrain  \n\\\u003eFields of gnarled crops, gaseous purple swamps, forests that shake with something huge moving inside them...  \n\\\u003eIt's everything you'd imagine a land of monsters would live in  \n\\\u003eExcept maybe the scattered towns with some pretty high, modern towers  \n\\\u003e\"What, you think we all just live in huts or caves or something?\"  \n\\\u003eShe points to a small glade nestled in the middle of all the intersecting domains  \n\\\u003e\"That's where we're going. Gonna have to explore every little space we can while you're here.\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa gives you a wink  \n\\\u003e\"And after that, maybe I'll even show you around town, too!\"  \n\\\u003eBoy is she pent up  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eGulchgut is a rather tight-knit town that looks like the residents are putting off removing their Halloween decorations for as long as possible, even after a month later  \n\\\u003e\"It's a pretty big deal here,\" Volfa says, “in case you didn't notice.\"  \n\\\u003eYou see even more unique and unimaginable creatures here than you did at the station  \n\\\u003eAnd still, it's you who gets the most stares  \n\\\u003eBut the faces (or at least what looks like a face) of the townsfolk brighten up when they see Volfa happily escorting you  \n\\\u003e\"Volfa! Is this the lucky one you've been talking about so much?\" says a cauliflower-like spore, her children affixed to her back  \n\\\u003e\"Sure is!\" the wolfess says proudly. “Can't stop to introduce him to everyone yet. Gotta freshen up first. He's really dirty.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Oh? Well I'm no stranger to dirt, and he doesn't look that...a-ah, I see!\"  \n\\\u003eThe spore mother puffs up sheepishly  \n\\\u003eVolfa leads you to a weathered apartment building with a sunken in roof  \n\\\u003eOrange lights are stringed around it like chains, there are little bat stickers on the windows, and piles of decomposing pumpkins flank the main doors  \n\\\u003eVolfa takes you by the hand, racing you inside  \n\\\u003eJust like old times  \n\\\u003eThe inside has no consistent design or pattern to its layout  \n\\\u003eHallways twist and turn with dozens of doors all shapes and sizes  \n\\\u003eSome corridors have simple carpet  \n\\\u003eSome are filled with plants or bones  \n\\\u003eSome have entrances you'd have to jump (or fly) to reach  \n\\\u003eBut once on the right floor, it's impossible to miss her place  \n\\\u003eMostly because the door has “Volfa\" carved deeply into it  \n\\\u003e\"Not like you're going to reuse a monster's room when they're done with it,\" she laughs. “You're never getting your safety deposit back, that's for damn sure.\"  \n\\\u003eInside is exactly what you pictured the wolfess' den to be  \n\\\u003eWall-to-wall posters of monster bands like the one on her shirt  \n\\\u003eBottles decorating the shelf space that all the clutter on the floor should be using instead  \n\\\u003eA nest of bed sheets and clothes strewn about  \n\\\u003eThe only thing neatly organized you see is a familiar nightgown and bonnet resting on a table  \n\\\u003e\"It's not like I was wearing it or anything!\" she says, pitching the costume out of sight  \n\\\u003eShe then removes your jacket and folds it onto the now vacant space  \n\\\u003eHer own jacket comes off and is placed on top, with her spiked bracelet like a crown on top  \n\\\u003e\"Much better. Gotta keep this clean and safe when you're not wearing it. Everyone needs to know you're MY Little Red when we're out and about.\"  \n\\\u003eWhen you get a better look at the wall decoration you see probably the only formal picture in the room  \n\\\u003eThe three faces of whom you didn't expect to see again so soon are fighting over the affection they're giving to a lone, dark-haired female human  \n\\\u003eShe's wearing a jeweled choker, and has subtle but familiar features that have been engraved into your thoughts since that fateful Halloween night  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, that's her,\" Volfa says grimly. “Uncanny resemblance, right? No need to tell the whole story, because I'm sure you've heard this kind of thing countless times already.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Beast man meets woman, the two fall in love, some miracle brings a bastard child into the world, woman dies in childbirth. None of the medical practice in the monster world knew what to do with a human.\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa plays around with the choker on her neck  \n\\\u003e\"Frankly, I'm surprised the old man didn't split her in half on the honeymoon. He got pretty despondent, though. Guess I was the lucky one for not being too attached to her.\"  \n\\\u003eShe walks over to the picture and flips it around  \n\\\u003e\"But they don't need to see this “  \n\\\u003eShe claws at the hem of her shirt  \n\\\u003e\"You're here for a week, so let's start making the most of it. That's seven times longer than we had the last time!\"  \n\\\u003eShe wriggles her hips side to side as her top is yanked off, letting her humble breasts flop out unrestrained  \n\\\u003e\"Fourteen times, now that I think about it. We only hung out for like half a day, and what is that, like at least SIXTY half days since we last saw each other?  \n\\\u003eShe turns around and bends over to kick off her pants  \n\\\u003eWith a flick of her tail you see Volfa's swollen lips, an arousal over a month in waiting  \n\\\u003e\"But who's counting?\"  \n\\\u003eOne second she's teasing you from across the room, the next she's at your pants before you can pull your own shirt all the way over your head  \n\\\u003eShe hasn't lost one bit of her skill at drawing your manhood to an almost painful hardness as she inhales it into her muzzle  \n\\\u003eAnd it doesn't take long before she's already bringing you close to your limit  \n\\\u003eBut unlike last time, she heeds your warnings and lets go with a slick pop  \n\\\u003e\"That won't work,\" she says.  \n\\\u003e\"Like I told you, I'm just as backed up as you. If we're going to finally be together, shouldn't we get it all OUT together?\"  \n\\\u003eShe makes a good argument, but damn if you're not at the breaking point  \n\\\u003eVolfa crawls onto the disheveled bed and presents herself to you  \n\\\u003e\"But I'll let you take the wheel first, since I had to be the one to break your heart last time.\"  \n\\\u003eShe shakes her rump as you kneel onto the bed behind her  \n\\\u003eYou part her tender lips and dig in with your fingers  \n\\\u003eYour tongue finds a deep passage, ending with a flick against her button  \n\\\u003eHer tail reflexively bats you on the head  \n\\\u003e\"S-stop! Anon! “I've been THIS close for ages now! Don't you d-dare get me off first, unders-stand? Just put the damn thing in already!\"  \n\\\u003eYou try to get a few more seconds out of her, but that's a huge mistake  \n\\\u003eHer toned leg hooks around your neck and flips you onto your back  \n\\\u003eVolfa's now on top with her rear planted on your face, stifling you with her wet heat  \n\\\u003eShe squeezes your erection and raps a claw against your raw head  \n\\\u003e\"Oh, you don't want to see me be the BAD wolf, Little Red. Keep testing me and I'll take my bracelet and use it as a cock ring, with the spikes turned INWARD. Now, are you ready to do this right?\"  \n\\\u003eYou try to give her a muffled response, which only tickles her delicate bits worse  \n\\\u003e\"AH, g-good then.\"  \n\\\u003eShe lifts herself off your head, only to twist around and sink down onto your shaft  \n\\\u003eYou're locked with her golden eyes  \n\\\u003e\"I can't stay angry at you, Little Red.\"  \n\\\u003eWith a strained “ruff\", she begins rocking  \n\\\u003eThe heat of her insides and the reddening marks from her claws on your chest make you feel like you're burning up  \n\\\u003eYou're sweating, and she's trying to soak up as much as she can with her paws  \n\\\u003eShe's fighting against her orgasm more than trying to build up to it  \n\\\u003e\"I...hah, you might...uggh....\"  \n\\\u003eHer thoughts are fragmented by her urges  \n\\\u003e\"N-no, not...yet.\"  \n\\\u003eHer efforts to stave the climax for just a moment longer recoil back at her  \n\\\u003eHer face freezes, and a throaty whine escapes as her orgasm wracks her to the core  \n\\\u003eIt would have been a slow deflation of pleasure, if it weren't for your release hitting her the very next second  \n\\\u003eYou've all but fried her mind as her climax rebounds  \n\\\u003eAny semblance of restraint was thrown out with the most uninhibited groans and gasps you've ever heard from her  \n\u0026nbsp;“God...dammit, Little Red. I don't want to have to sleep in because you wore me out so much already.\"  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\*\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \\* \u0026nbsp;  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eIt's the shortest, most action-filled week of your life  \n\\\u003eVolfa has something planned for every day  \n\\\u003eAnd every night  \n\\\u003eYour first full day is spent in Gulchgut, getting to know all the locals  \n\\\u003eYou meet an endless number of monsters. Friends and neighbors and a few strangers  \n\\\u003eYou try to remember as many as you can, but half of their names are unpronounceable anyway  \n\\\u003eThanks to Volfa, you're accepted as one of their own within minutes  \n\\\u003eNothing goes unshared with these creatures, from greetings to stories to more trinkets that you know what to do with  \n\\\u003eThe food they provide isn't too bad either, once you close your eyes and try to ignore where it might have come from  \n\\\u003eWhen night stops by, the wolfess brings you to the tallest structure in the town: the bell tower  \n\\\u003e\"Alright, pants off,\" she commands  \n\\\u003eWhat, right here?  \n\\\u003e\"It's not like most of them haven't heard our little tryst last night. If we're out in the open like this, they'll still know to give us some space.\"  \n\\\u003eIt doesn't do much to ease your doubts, but once she's at your groin again there's no stopping her, or your erection  \n\\\u003eWhen she howls her climax, it reverberates above you in the massive bell  \n\\\u003eThe second day is at the murky, bubbling wastes of the swamps  \n\\\u003eIt's incredibly viscous, but despite the fetid look it's safe enough for the two of you to wade in  \n\\\u003e\"Watch out if something tries to pull you under,\" she says. “It's probably me....\"  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't “splash\" you so much as hurls a glob of sludge at you  \n\\\u003eYou both have to take a shower to wash out all the gunk, but it's the perfect opportunity for a little “deep cleaning\" in the shower later on  \n\\\u003eThe third day is at the biggest museum of dungeon designs, famous monsters, and torture devices in history  \n\\\u003e\"Just let me know if there's anything you want to try out,\" the wolfess whispers in your ear as you pass by the bondage displays  \n\\\u003eYou end up leaving the gift shop with a few extra belts for her arm's vast collection  \n\\\u003eA few for you as well  \n\\\u003eNot for daytime use  \n\\\u003eAnd she tightens them every time you make a dog joke (or she baits you into saying one)  \n\\\u003eThe forth day is at the Gulch Brawl, a free-for-all of monsters constantly pouring into the ring for a bit of “unwinding\" and king-of-the-hill-style feats of strength  \n\\\u003eThe smart ones run away as soon as Volfa jumps in  \n\\\u003eThe dumb ones at least try not to land on their faces when she throws them off the hill  \n\\\u003eYou head home with yet another belt, though this one's entirely for the wolfess  \n\\\u003e\"It's nice, but not something I'd wear,\" she shrugs, trying to fit it over her arm rather than her waist  \n\\\u003e“But those knuckleheads didn't get all my aggression out. I think you know what that means, Little Red....\"  \n\\\u003eYour pelvis already starts to ache  \n\\\u003eEach day has a life's worth of memories, but it's not without trepidation  \n\\\u003eEvery morning you wake up alone, fear rushing back as you remember the first time you were in an empty, foreign bed without her  \n\\\u003eVolfa appears not long after, reassuring you with your first kiss of the day  \n\\\u003eBut each time she returns she's increasingly haggard looking  \n\\\u003eWhen you ask her about it, you never get a good answer  \n\\\u003e\"Don't worry about it, Little Red,\" she says. “Just a little bit of business. As much as I'd love it, we can't be connected at the hip ALL the time, right?\"  \n\\\u003eIsn't that what lifekin are supposed to be, though?  \n\\\u003eYou don't tell her that  \n\\\u003eOn the night of the fifth day Volfa leaves you alone a second time, and is visibly stressed when she comes back  \n\\\u003e\"Just getting things ready,\" she pants  \n\\\u003eFor what?  \n\\\u003e\"Just wait. You're gonna love this!\"  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eWhen night falls, she leads you to an old mausoleum on the edge of town  \n\\\u003eYou can hear the bass of music coming from underground before you even enter  \n\\\u003eShe opens the door at the bottom of the stairs with a flourish and you're struck with nostalgia  \n\\\u003e\"Just like Halloween, yeah?\"  \n\\\u003eIt's not exactly like the catacombs, but it's pretty damn close  \n\\\u003eIn fact, a lot of it seems like it's made to be as much of an imitation as possible  \n\\\u003eThe decorations, the music, the guests...  \n\\\u003eIs this what she was always running off to do in the morning?  \n\\\u003e\"Hmm? Oh, yeah, you got me! Just had to get everything ready for our repeat performance! Everyone's been helping me make the place just right!\"  \n\\\u003eWell it's certainly an impressive effort, but something's not right  \n\\\u003eThat's when you notice Volfa's barren neck  \n\\\u003eWas it like that before she left you the second time today?  \n\\\u003e\"O-oh, my choker?\" She winces at the word  \n\\\u003e\"Must have misplaced it somewhere, I'm sure it'll turn up eventually, heh....\"  \n\\\u003eHer voice tells a different story, like a mother saying she “misplaced\" her only child  \n\\\u003eBut she doesn't dwell on it for very long, and you're soon dragged through the various rooms of the party  \n\\\u003eA little harder than you remember  \n\\\u003e\"Do you remember what order we did things in? I'm sure we'll remember if...oh, drinks first! Trying to think what we all had.... Ah, screw it. We'll just have to try every combination we can think of!\"\"  \n\\\u003eTrue to her word, the festivities start off with some pretty heavy drinking  \n\\\u003eWhat was once nausea from thinking you drank the piss of a hellhound is now just regular old binge drinking nausea  \n\\\u003eEven Volfa seems to have hit the bottle a little too hard when you stagger out of the bar  \n\\\u003eShe was already looking pretty wiped before you even started  \n\\\u003eThe events in each room are set up vary similarly to before, with only a few minor changes to account for the space and attendance  \n\\\u003eThe other partygoers don't even seem too invested  \n\\\u003eThey remind you of movie extras, paid just to be in the background  \n\\\u003eHalloween was a blur of excitement, but now it feels like forcing through the motions a second time  \n\\\u003eAnd with Volfa being a little tipsier, she stumbles through most of it  \n\\\u003eKnocking over tables, missing targets in games, getting stuck in the web maze  \n\\\u003eShe's even more worn out than you when you end up in the same kind of monster-mouth room with gums for cushions  \n\\\u003e\"Hah, hah. Man, we did all that and still have the whole night!\" she hoots  \n\\\u003e\"I think we could probably do another whole lap around the place, maybe even two! Where are those trolls? I need something to hit!\"  \n\\\u003eIt's time to put your foot down  \n\\\u003e\"What's wrong, Little Red? Don't tell me you're throwing in the towel already! Come on!\"  \n\\\u003eYou didn't go throw the whole Halloween gauntlet just to see her so out of character from the wolfess you knew before  \n\\\u003e\"B-but...this night's about YOU, Little Red! I've been trying to find a way to keep us together all week, and now I just want to spend as much as I can with you! I did everything I could for this....\"  \n\\\u003eIt hurts you to hear her begging, and it hurts even more to have to remind Volfa of her one rule:  \n\\\u003eDo what you want until someone stops having fun  \n\\\u003eShe genuinely looks crushed  \n\\\u003eBut there's acknowledgement in her eyes, as though she's aware she needed to hear those words from you  \n\\\u003e\"I get it...I'm sorry. I pushed you a little too hard back there. It really IS supposed to be your night, and I guess I tried to make it too much about MY memories.\"  \n\\\u003eShe sighs dejectedly  \n\\\u003e\"Well, can we at least grab a few more drinks before we head back?\"  \n\\\u003eIt's a mistake to give in to her, because “a few\" turns out to be borderline lethal for her  \n\\\u003eShe's leaning on you for support as you walk her back home  \n\\\u003e\"Maybe thish is for the bess,\" Volfa slurs once back in the apartment building. “I'd rather spend the night juss with my Rittle Led instead of those losers!\"  \n\\\u003eThere's a smell of fruit punch and alcohol on her breath, with the latter much more noxious  \n\\\u003eIt would be sweetly reminiscent if you weren't so concerned about her  \n\\\u003eShe's throwing herself over you as you enter her room  \n\\\u003eHer full weight on you makes your knees quake  \n\\\u003e\"C'mon, let me see Big Red again!\"  \n\\\u003eIt's not a matter of if you want it or not, but that she looks so pitiful trying to win you over  \n\\\u003eShe can barely get her shirt and pants off, and by then you're leading her to the bed and tucking her in  \n\\\u003eHer confusion is oddly sobering for her  \n\\\u003e\"W-wait! It's not time for sleep yet! We have the whole night for fucking! When did you turn into such a prude!?\"  \n\\\u003eYou hold her tight, trying to calm her down  \n\\\u003e\"Is it my buzz? I can still show you a good time! What do you want me to do for you!?\"  \n\\\u003eShe's listing off some unbelievably raunchy sex acts, even for her  \n\\\u003eYou stand your ground and refuse to let go of her as she tries to worm from the bed  \n\\\u003eThen she goes still  \n\\\u003eYou saw the wolfess upset not long after you met her on Halloween when you had to part ways  \n\\\u003eYou saw brief uncertainty in her promise to see you again the following morning  \n\\\u003eYou saw her fight back tears and hold down sadness when you gave each other what you thought was your last hug  \n\\\u003eYou've never, ever seen her outright weeping  \n\\\u003eShe's sobbing hysterically into your chest, her willpower finally gone  \n\\\u003e\"L-Little Red...Anon, please! You're m-my lifekin! You're my LIFE!\"  \n\\\u003eAll the air in her lungs turns into mournful howling  \n\\\u003eIt's nothing like the music of satisfaction she gave to the city that night  \n\\\u003e\"P-please! Don't leave me again! I don't want anyone leaving me ever a-again! I don't want to be ALONE again!\"  \n\\\u003eThe proud, bestial woman you knew, reduced to a wailing, trembling pup  \n\\\u003e\"Anon...Anon, please....\"  \n\\\u003eHer pleas turn to whispers  \n\\\u003e\"Anon...love you....\"  \n\\\u003eThen she's silent  \n\\\u003eBut you can still feel her mouth the words  \n\\\u003eOnly when she cries herself to sleep do you get some peace  \n\\\u003eThe last thing you ever wanted is to not have her always by your side  \n\\\u003eNow, you almost find yourself wishing for a wholly different wolfess than the one lying in a fetal position next to you  \n\\\u003eWishing for your guide, your wingman, your lover  \n\\\u003eThe Volfa you met that Halloween night  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eIt's a morning you wish you didn't have to wake up to  \n\\\u003eYour arms and chest are covered in lacerations from Volfa's clawing embrace throughout the night  \n\\\u003eShe let go of you sometime early morning, and for a brief moment you fear she might be dead as you try rousing her  \n\\\u003eThe fatigue from the whole night on top of all the alcohol has made her utterly catatonic  \n\\\u003eThere was something she was trying to do that was wearing her out  \n\\\u003eIt wasn't about the party, you're sure of it  \n\\\u003eAnd you're going to finish it for her, for her sake  \n\\\u003eYou leave a quick note for her, something along the lines of, “Be back soon\"  \n\\\u003eYou wonder whether it would worry her more if you left your red coat behind, as though you were leaving her a parting gift  \n\\\u003eOr if you took it with you, as though you were taking the last piece of you out of her life  \n\\\u003eYou decide to take it with you; all the monsters know you as Little Red, even if not by name  \n\\\u003eYou find the spore mother not far outside the apartment building  \n\\\u003eHer and most of those around her stare at you and the space where Volfa should be  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, dear, where's Volfa? Is something wrong?\"  \n\\\u003eYou ask her if there's anything she knows about Volfa and what she was doing  \n\\\u003e\"Well, she's been with you most of the week. Other than that I've seen her visiting Medafet, the apothecary, a lot recently. Probably at least once a day. Now, what's happened with the girl?\"  \n\\\u003eYou try to tell her you need to do something for her, alone  \n\\\u003eIt doesn't do much to satisfy the spore mother  \n\\\u003e\"I hope you know exactly WHAT it is you're doing, Anon. We may be all different kinds of monsters, but we take care of our own like family, and nobody wants to see that poor girl hurt.\"  \n\\\u003eShe inflates to a much more imposing size  \n\\\u003eVenom's in her glare  \n\\\u003e\"You won't make it back to the human world if you've done something to her.\"  \n\\\u003eYou nod in fear  \n\\\u003eNod and ask for directions  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eMedafet's shop is the amalgamation of every unnerving idea you can think when you hear the word “witchdoctor\"  \n\\\u003eBifurcated, unidentifiable creatures strung from the ceiling  \n\\\u003eJars of wisps and spirits and gazing eyeballs  \n\\\u003eShadowy corners where no light exists and anything could be hiding  \n\\\u003eShelves straining under the weight of a hundred curios  \n\\\u003eYou just assume she's part of the display until she blows pipe smoke toward you  \n\\\u003eA robed, emaciated feline with sickly yellow fur (or skin, as she looks entirely hairless) and beetle eyes  \n\\\u003eShe says nothing until you introduce yourself  \n\\\u003e\"Did you think I wouldn't know the human who has been the subject of all the gossip this past week? This past MONTH?\"  \n\\\u003eIt's a little exciting to be a celebrity  \n\\\u003eBut if you can't help Volfa, you might as well be the enemy of every monster here  \n\\\u003e\"You've met just about everyone in Gulchgut, Anon, but you've waited until now to come to me? Well, better late than never. Volfa has told me SO much about you.\"  \n\\\u003eMedafet bares her teeth in the most Cheshire smile you wish you hadn't seen  \n\\\u003e\"In fact, she is so infatuated with you that she'd use a pet name, one she obviously NEVER uses except only in the intimacy of your company.\"  \n\\\u003eA slender hand with overgrown nails reaches forward and strokes your red hooded jacket  \n\\\u003e\"How many times do you think she's called you by that name? More than your real one at this point? More than any of her family's names? Oh, she would do anything to have you....\"  \n\\\u003eNoises around the shop chime and clatter, as though taunting you with every word from the cat  \n\\\u003e\"Which is why she returns to me day after day with a tribute, hoping I can help her find some way to be with you forever.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Sometimes it's coin and gems....\"  \n\\\u003e\"Sometimes it's rare and dangerous ingredients....\"  \n\\\u003e\"Sometimes it's her dearest possessions.\"  \n\\\u003eYou think back to Volfa's bare neck with guilt  \n\\\u003e\"But alas, it's never quite enough to gratify me. What she asks is not something I can so frivolously hand out. I need something of VALUE in this exchange....\"  \n\\\u003eShe grows, standing to full height that seems almost impeded by the cramped shop ceiling  \n\\\u003eFrom out of her robes she pulls a horrifying instrument  \n\\\u003eA twisted fusion of dagger and syringe, with dried gore on its blade  \n\\\u003e\"So then, Anon, what would you give to me in exchange for what your Volfa seeks?\"  \n\\\u003e\"All your wealth? Some blood? A limb?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Your life?  \n\\\u003e\"Your soul?\"  \n\\\u003eYes  \n\\\u003eAnything  \n\\\u003eEverything  \n\\\u003eYou won't let a single obstacle stand in your way  \n\\\u003eMedafet chuckles, making her whole body rise and fall  \n\\\u003e\"What a predictable response. They all say that just before they run with their tails between their legs, even abandoning the thing they love most.\"  \n\\\u003e\"And yet, I shouldn't dismiss your answer as insincere just yet. I hope to be pleasantly surprised someday.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Now, how about this one: would you rather be together with Volfa forever, or wish to see her happy?\"  \n\\\u003eBoth  \n\\\u003e\"Yes, of course, hero. But if you had to choose-“  \n\\\u003eBoth  \n\\\u003eAnything  \n\\\u003eEverything  \n\\\u003eWhatever it takes  \n\\\u003eMedafet gives you an unimpressed look  \n\\\u003eDoes she think you're mocking the seriousness of her questions?  \n\\\u003eDoes she think you're lying?  \n\\\u003eShe lifts her weapon high into the air and throws it down with a sickening THUNK  \n\\\u003eIt sticks into a table, vibrating slightly from the impact  \n\\\u003eHer whole body arcs over you like the crescent moon  \n\\\u003eAnd she smiles  \n\\\u003eNot mischievously, but in merriment  \n\\\u003e\"That's all I needed to hear.\"  \n\\\u003eFrom out of your view she pulls a small wooden box, an exquisite cherry wood with not a speck of dust on it  \n\\\u003e\"This is what she wants.\"  \n\\\u003eThat's it?  \n\\\u003eYou won?  \n\\\u003eJust like that?  \n\\\u003e\"My sweet Anon, Volfa is very dear to my heart. I was a midwife to her mother through her pregnancy, though she likely has no idea. I wanted to watch her grow from afar, and I doubt her father ever let on what he knows.\"  \n\\\u003e\"And speaking of her old man, I was the one who persuaded him to accept you into our world when Volfa's requests were denied. I needed to see this 'Anon' she has gushed about for the last several weeks.\"  \n\\\u003eThe whole thing feels incredulous  \n\\\u003eYou're still reeling from what was impending death seconds ago  \n\\\u003eNow you're trying to take in everything the cat is saying, hoping it's not a cruel joke  \n\\\u003e\"Yes, I wrote the ' doctor's excuse' she gave him. Your 'official' lifekin with her, in writing. But, I didn't give her what she wants most now, because I needed to make sure her love was authentic. She's proven her loyalty, but I needed to hear it come from you as well. It worried me each day I saw her without you by her side.\"  \n\\\u003eWhen an intimidating figure like Medafet looks sad, there's something that magnifies the emotion to its fullest level  \n\\\u003eHer face is the very embodiment of the “tragedy\" mask  \n\\\u003e\"But, I'm sure she kept you away from here because she didn't want to show her vulnerability, her weakness. It truly pained me to have a solution for her troubles but have to deny her so many times, and when I saw her last, there was something in her I never expected:\"  \n\\\u003e\"Defeat.\"  \n\\\u003e\"She knew her time was running out, which is why she wanted to spend her last few moments with you, and not divulge to you the life she could have given you if successful to spare you from the disappointment.\"  \n\\\u003e\"But, nobody should have to witness a girl miserable like that. I still have a heart after all these years. Please, take this.\"  \n\\\u003eYou accept the box from her, and she holds up a finger for patience  \n\\\u003e\"And, this as well.\"  \n\\\u003eFrom behind a counter she pulls out a folded pile of clothes  \n\\\u003eSpecifically, a nightgown and a bonnet  \n\\\u003e\"I'm sure she would like these back. It was an endearing gesture as one of her tributes, but they don't exactly fit me.\"  \n\\\u003eYou thank her for all she's done  \n\\\u003eEven though her methods are a little terrifying, motioning to the instrument stuck in the table  \n\\\u003e\"What can I say,\" Medafet shrugs, “I enjoy messing with people.\"  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eYou rush back to Volfa's place, ignoring the confused looks and inquiries of the monsters  \n\\\u003eYou fling the door open and see her gazing at your note solemnly, as though it was truly the last thing you left her  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess quickly turns to you with an aching smile  \n\\\u003e\"I'm...glad you came back. I mean, I knew you wouldn't leave without a proper goodbye, right?\"  \n\\\u003eYou drop your gifts just in time to avoid getting smothered by Volfa's embrace.  \n\\\u003e\"But, any time away from you...it's hell, ya' know? Now I can see what I put you through every morning I left you alone in our bed.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's burying into your comfort, almost breaking down again  \n\\\u003e\"I don't ever want to wake up without you there, Anon. And I never want to be the idiot who leaves you in the first place.\"  \n\\\u003eYou pat her reassuringly, trying to turn her to see the gifts  \n\\\u003eShe notices the costume first, looking like she's seen a ghost  \n\\\u003eOr rather, what YOU would look like, since ghosts are pretty much as abundant as squirrels here  \n\\\u003e\"How did you get that back?\"  \n\\\u003eShe picks the nightgown up, revealing the box underneath  \n\\\u003e\"And what's...that?\"  \n\\\u003eYou tell her you don't really know, but it's from Medafet  \n\\\u003eVolfa, on the other hand, seems to know exactly what it is the moment you say the cat's name  \n\\\u003e\"H-how!? Do you know how long I've been trying to get something like this from her? What did you even GIVE her?\"  \n\\\u003eThe truth, you reply  \n\\\u003eShe pries the lid off, almost snapping it from its hinges  \n\\\u003eIt surprises you more than her to see her jeweled choker sitting on a small velvet cushion inside  \n\\\u003eIt's a little underwhelming, you have to admit, though you're still happy she got her heirloom back  \n\\\u003eBut this is supposed to be the answer to your problems?  \n\\\u003eVolfa secures the choker around her plush scruff, right where it belongs  \n\\\u003eThe jewels radiate more than usual in the mid-morning light  \n\\\u003eShe gives you another backbreaking hug, and the warmth from her neck feels as though you're wearing the choker as well  \n\\\u003eWhen she backs off, she's holding your shoulders  \n\\\u003e\"So, what d'ya think?\"  \n\\\u003eIt's absolutely gorgeous  \n\\\u003eBut again, how does it help your situation?  \n\\\u003eThere's a smug grin on her face as she spins you around  \n\\\u003eIn the cramped space on the mirror not covered in posters, framed as though in a collage, are two happy faces  \n\\\u003eBoth human  \n\\\u003eThe girl beside you unmistakably has Volfa's dark hair, golden eyes, and bountiful spirit  \n\\\u003eA spitting image of her mother, hanging on the wall nearby with her own sweetheart  \n\\\u003e\"So, NOW what do you think?\"  \n\\\u003eIt's an incredible illusion  \n\\\u003eThough you still prefer your wolfess fuzzier  \n\\\u003e\"HAH! I had a feeling you'd say that!\"  \n\\\u003eShe gives you a thorough lick on the cheek, which looks a little odd coming from the human girl in the mirror  \n\\\u003e\"It's a glamour charm. It's not going to be fooling a lot of monsters, but humans and anything they look through are going to see just the disguise.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're spun back around to meet face-to-face with your wolfess love  \n\\\u003e\"The only other thing that can tell the difference is the unbroken gaze of my Little Red. Going back to the human world is never going to be a hurdle again!\"  \n\\\u003eShe brandishes her arm around the whole room  \n\\\u003e\"Gotta be honest, I'd prefer to have us live here as your permanent home, but I'd love to meet your friends and family. Plus, we gotta make a return to Freak Fair next year, right?\"  \n\\\u003eBut what about getting back and forth between worlds? What about the rules?  \n\\\u003eVolfa gives you a wicked look  \n\\\u003e\"Don't you worry. My old man bet me that if I ever found a way to convincingly blend in with humans, he'd give us TOTAL exemption from those stupid travel rules. Well, I fucking hope he likes the taste of crow, because I'm going to be shoving his little wager down all three of his throats!\"  \n\\\u003eYou bop the wolfess on the nose playfully  \n\\\u003eHer tongue ejects like a cash register  \n\\\u003e\"Man, I'm so glad she let me have this back,\" Volfa says, tapping the jewels on her choker, “and it's a pretty nice box to keep it in! Not that I'm ever going to take it off again....\"  \n\\\u003eCome to think of it, the box did seem unusually heavy  \n\\\u003eYou remove the cushion, and Volfa sputters in embarrassment  \n\\\u003e\"H-ha ha...well, when I told Medafet how much I love you, I might have...heh...ran my mouth off about some pretty loft dreams for our future.\"  \n\\\u003eHidden at the bottom of the box are two vials: one red, and one gold  \n\\\u003eThere's writing above each of them respectively  \n\\\u003e\"His\"  \n\\\u003e\"Hers\"  \n\\\u003eAnd an etching of a heart between them  \n\\\u003e\"When you're ready, of course,\" she laughs. “No rush. I mean, if you still want to, ah....\"  \n\\\u003eYou lean into Volfa for an impassioned kiss  \n\\\u003eThe choker warms up between you, comfortably  \n\\\u003eYou pause for air and a chance to get another good look at her wild attractiveness  \n\\\u003eWhen you go in for more, she wraps her arm around your neck and tussles your hair roughly  \n\\\u003eShe pulls your crimson hood over your head and brings you in for another hug, blinding you to all but her dark fur  \n\\\u003e\"And I hope you never stop wearing this, either!\" she says, patting your back  \n\\\u003eThat might make SOME things a little complicated, you think  \n\\\u003eShe laughs  \n\\\u003e\"How many times am I going to have to say it to you, Little Red?\"  \n\\\u003eEven without seeing her face, you can imagine the look of rapture she has  \n\\\u003eAnd you can hear the waver in her voice  \n\\\u003e\"We'll make it work.\"  \n  \n\n* * *\n  \n\n**Part 3**\n\n  \n\\\u003e\"Get the lead out, Anon! You'd better not make us late!\"  \n\\\u003eYou and Volfa are rushing through the monster station, drawing even more attention than usual  \n\\\u003eOn top of carrying BOTH your luggage, she keeps several strides ahead of you thanks to her long, powerful legs  \n\\\u003eJust two days ago you weren't sure what your future with the dark wolfess would be  \n\\\u003eNow you're on your way back to visit the human world with her  \n\\\u003eShe seems even more excited than you  \n\\\u003eAnd of course it's because of her you're running late  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess wouldn't let go of you while you packed  \n\\\u003e\"There's no way your home is cooler than mine,\" she sneered as you made the plans, “but I want to see it anyway. Gotta check out the dull life Little Red had before meeting me!\"  \n\\\u003eTruthfully you don't really want to stay in the human world for long either  \n\\\u003eHowever, there are still people who care enough about you, and you at least owe them an explanation for your sudden disappearance  \n\\\u003e\"Just need to make one last stop,\" Volfa says, steering you down the hall to “Licensing and Customs\"  \n\\\u003eOh, the “little girls' room\" again?  \n\\\u003e\"You're lucky I don't have a free paw, buddy.\"  \n\\\u003eThat doesn't stop her from ramming into you  \n\\\u003e\"Anyway, this will only take a sec. I already 'pre-approved' everything with the old man yesterday.\"  \n\\\u003eIndeed, Volfa launched out of her place to see her father and square things away  \n\\\u003eIt would likely be the last time you ever have to leave her side  \n\\\u003eYou walk into the office of the massive cerberus, who's keeping himself busy with calls and paperwork  \n\\\u003e\"Here you are,\" the middle head sighs before you have a chance to even greet him  \n\\\u003eHe drops a pair of tickets down from his sky-scraping desk  \n\\\u003e\"Thanks again, pops,\" the wolfess says with as much of a salute as she can with the luggage in tow. “We'll be back in a week or two.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Very well,\" the cerberus responds  \n\\\u003eAs you turn to leave, his booming voice stops you  \n\\\u003e\"Mr. Anon, a word with you, if I may? Alone?\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa shoots him a look, as if daring him to try anything funny  \n\\\u003eWhen she's gone the cerberus puts all his work aside and stands up, giving you a good look at just how colossal he is  \n\\\u003e\"I'm sure you've been given your share of threats from everyone here since your arrival about what will happen to you should any harm come to her.\"  \n\\\u003eHe's not wrong; that cheery spore mother in Gulchgut got pretty terrifying  \n\\\u003e\"So I will spare you my own lecture. Instead, I have a request.\"  \n\\\u003eYou expected him to be angry or menacing as he looms over you  \n\\\u003eNot somber and soft-spoken  \n\\\u003e\"Please, take care of my Volfa. I know I haven't always been there for her, haven't always been the best father. But, she's all I have left in this life. I can't lose her as well. Please, Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eYou didn't give his desk much attention last time, but now you notice a much larger version of the picture that hangs in Volfa's room  \n\\\u003eA three-headed canine and a human woman, love in their faces  \n\\\u003eYou nod to the cerberus  \n\\\u003eYou promise to let nothing bad happen to her  \n\\\u003e\"Thank you for understanding.\"  \n\\\u003eHe turns to stare at the wall  \n\\\u003e\"You may go. Have a safe trip.\"  \n\\\u003eThe middle head keeps looking directly forward while the flanking two each pull out handkerchiefs, dabbing their eyes and noses  \n\\\u003eWhen you return to Volfa she gives you a suspicious look  \n\\\u003e\"He better not have been too hard on you.\"  \n\\\u003eYou just shake your head  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eThrough the station and into the sedan that brought you to the monsters' home you go  \n\\\u003eThe driver is trying to hide his exposed muscle tissue with the mask of a saggy old man  \n\\\u003e\"Tickets, please.\"  \n\\\u003eThe ride doesn't feel nearly as long now that you're not anxiously waiting to see your love again  \n\\\u003eAnd yet, you almost wish the ride would be longer so you can continue spending such a peaceful moment with Volfa  \n\\\u003eHer energy and willingness to have a good time are legendary, but even in complete silence you can feel her force of presence  \n\\\u003eIn the rear-view mirror you see some life in the driver's face as he cracks a smile at the happy couple  \n\\\u003eYou look from him to the glamour of Volfa's jeweled choker: you're not sitting beside a wolfess, but a dark-haired human  \n\\\u003eShe's no doubt a beautiful figure, one that is so similar to her mother's that it's no wonder her father fell in love with a human  \n\\\u003eBut all the while you see the illusion it just makes you more determined to always look at Volfa with your own two eyes  \n\\\u003eNo doubt a deliberate flaw in the glamour's design from that sly apothecary to keep lovers' gaze on the one who matters most  \n\\\u003eGood move, Medafet  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eYou arrive back at your hometown in the evening  \n\\\u003eThings look too boring already compared to the monster world  \n\\\u003eVolfa easily reads your demeanor  \n\\\u003e\"Come on, I was just messing with you before. I'm sure it'll be a good time!\"  \n\\\u003eYou hadn't even given much thought into who to visit or where you'll even be staying  \n\\\u003eSome friends and family would likely take you in, but there's still something holding you back from introducing your wolfess girlfriend of one week to them  \n\\\u003e\"Well, if you're giving up already, I think I have a place in mind,\" Volfa says  \n\\\u003eSure enough, there's a place hidden in the city that only someone like Volfa could find  \n\\\u003eAnd much like the secret catacombs you were spirited away to over a month ago, the buildings around you seem to shift to give access only to those who need it  \n\\\u003eThere's a stonework concierge inside for the single room he guards, though you wouldn't be surprised by now if that room is some kind of weird extra-dimensional space  \n\\\u003e\"We can stay with your family sometime, don't worry,\" the wolfess says as she tosses the luggage inside, “but here's our little getaway when we need some extra...privacy.\"  \n\\\u003eWell, it's definitely cozy  \n\\\u003eOne bed, a few tables and assorted furniture, a bathroom, and a small hearth for warmth  \n\\\u003eShe reaches into a dresser and tosses you something  \n\\\u003eIt's a stack of bills  \n\\\u003eHoly...  \n\\\u003eThat's a lot of money  \n\\\u003e\"Nobody beats us when it comes to Halloween. Nobody. We make bank off you guys every year from costumes and party stuff, and it's enough to spread around to anyone who needs it when they come to visit.\"  \n\\\u003eSo, how many other monsters are even allowed to freely walk around when it's not Halloween?  \n\\\u003e\"Not many, so don't blow this for us.\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa grabs the stack and playfully slaps you in the face with it  \n\\\u003e\"You saw how uptight the old man was about me coming here. Now, imagine if you don't have a magical disguise choker, or good ol' nepotism to help you out. At most you're leasing a closet space in some small child's bedroom.\"  \n\\\u003eShe flips through the wad of bills with her claw  \n\\\u003e\"Not saying we should be wasting all this on ourselves, but I'd like to see the best of what you think the humans have to offer, you know?\"  \n\\\u003eShe tucks the money into your crimson jacket and gives it a little pat  \n\\\u003e\"Just remember, when we're back at 'home' home, you won't need any of this. I've got everything I need over there to take care of you, Little Red.\"  \n\\\u003eYou have the freedom to do practically anything  \n\\\u003eThough despite what Volfa said about seeing “the best\" of the human world, you get the feeling she just wants to do what you enjoy most  \n\\\u003eWhatever makes you happy  \n\\\u003e\"Remember, I'm 'Vee' when we're here,\" she says with a nudge  \n\\\u003eRight, “V for Volfa\"?  \n\\\u003e\"Hey, I didn't come up with it myself. My old man thought it would work if he ever had to bring me here with him.\"  \n\\\u003eWait, the cerberus expected to bring her here himself?  \n\\\u003eVolfa is mum on the subject  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eYou take Volfa to your favorite hangouts and restaurants  \n\\\u003eYou go to typical dating spots like theaters, museums, make-out spots...  \n\\\u003eFor only being allowed to visit the human world once per year, she already knows how most things seem to work  \n\\\u003eIt's not really showing someone around who has never seen “civilization\" before, but rather showing someone around when they've only seen the place at night  \n\\\u003eAt first you're on edge just walking around in public with her  \n\\\u003eNobody else can see her the same way as you do, but it takes some adjustment time to have a large anthropomorphic wolf walking with you down the street  \n\\\u003eLike being naked on the “safe\" side of a one-way mirror  \n\\\u003eEvery so often you'll be in the city when Volfa and a random stranger make eye contact  \n\\\u003eThe two exchange nods, then go about their ways  \n\\\u003eFriend of hers?  \n\\\u003e\"Heh, no idea who he is, but you should know better than anyone what comradery us monsters have.\"  \n\\\u003eShe might be selling humans a little short, because your family accepts Volfa immediately  \n\\\u003eThough she might just have some kind of power over people like that  \n\\\u003eStill, she isn't spared the same kind of, “Don't do anything to hurt him,\" warning you've gotten several times already from her own people  \n\\\u003eShe takes it in stride, making sure to give them plenty of cues as to just how much she loves you  \n\\\u003eThe only thing she holds back is your nickname  \n\\\u003eMedafet made a good observation: she really doesn't ever use it except when she's alone with you  \n\\\u003eYou're met with no resistance when you try explaining to your folks you'll probably be living with “Vee\" most of the time, but you'll come home to visit everyone occasionally  \n\\\u003eSpeaking of which, your friends are awestruck by Volfa  \n\\\u003e\"Where did you even find someone like her?\" they say  \n\\\u003eWhen you're feeling snarky, you tell them the complete truth:  \n\\\u003eShe met YOU when the rest of the group abandoned you for some crappy Freak Fair ride  \n\\\u003eThe guilt of their past deed doesn't outweigh their jealousy  \n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eOf course Volfa is the instigator type, rubbing it in with her public displays of affection  \n\\\u003e\"I really got the best one to be my Little Red,\" she says to you in private  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eYou're really looking forward to New Year's Eve  \n\\\u003eYou've already bounced between worlds a few times, but you persuaded her to stay on the human side at least for the end of the year  \n\\\u003eKnowing how much Volfa loves to party (and drink), you bet it's going to be her second favorite holiday by far  \n\\\u003eSo it's a bit of a shocker when she's completely disinterested in going out for the celebration  \n\\\u003e\"You know, there's something we really don't do often enough, and I'd like to make up for lost time.\"  \n\\\u003eThe two of you are back at the hideaway with a cozy fire going  \n\\\u003eAt first you think she's just being sensual and getting in the mood  \n\\\u003eThat can't possibly be what she was talking about given how blunt she is about her sex  \n\\\u003eAnd how hard you rock the bed most nights  \n\\\u003e\"Come over here, big guy,\" she says, sitting up against the couch  \n\\\u003eNot even ON the couch, but right on the floor in front of it  \n\\\u003eShe pats the empty spot beside her and you take a seat  \n\\\u003eOnce settled she wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in snugly  \n\\\u003eYou expect something big to happen, but it never does  \n\\\u003eYou're soon wishing nothing ever does  \n\\\u003eShe leans her head against yours, stroking the back of your neck and massaging your scalp with her gentle paw  \n\\\u003eYou pay her back, running your fingers through her dark, smooth pelt  \n\\\u003eYour free hand interlocks with hers  \n\\\u003eThere's no urgency, no worries, no deadlines to dread  \n\\\u003eJust watching the flickering hearth in your shared room, removed from the rest of the world for a moment  \n\\\u003eShe eventually leans into you too much, and you end up on your side with her pressed up behind you  \n\\\u003eHer arm is draped over your body, and her legs over yours  \n\\\u003eYour head is resting in the crook of her neck; its plush fur billowing over you just enough so you can savor her earthly aroma  \n\\\u003eYour front is warmed by the fire while everything else is covered by your wolfess  \n\\\u003eHer paw rubs your chest in slow circles  \n\\\u003eYou can hear the occasional thumping of her tail on the floor, when you're not completely absorbed in the flow of her deep breathing  \n\\\u003eBreathing that soothes you with a tranquilizing rhythm  \n\\\u003eYour only wish in this moment is to see her face as she protects you with such a caring embrace  \n\\\u003eHer chest heaves into your back before she lets out a drawn-out sigh  \n\\\u003e\"I don't think I have the energy to make it to the bed tonight,\" she chuckles  \n\\\u003eNeither do you  \n\\\u003eThe fire stays with you until you can't keep your eyes open any longer, then it excuses itself little by little  \n\\\u003e\"Love you...\" Volfa whispers before drifting off to sleep  \n\\\u003eIt's amazing how the floor can feel better than any mattress, as long as you're in the arms of the one you love most  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eOctober 31st  \n\\\u003eYour one-year anniversary with Volfa  \n\\\u003eThe whole gang is back together at Freak Fair, with the addition of the wolfess  \n\\\u003eThis time, SHE's in the red cloak while you're wearing the nightgown and a cheesy wolfman mask  \n\\\u003eThe guys make sure to keep close to you, thinking your good fortune from last year is going to rub off on them  \n\\\u003eUnlike last year, you're in the FRONT of the line for the same ride you first met Volfa on, Turmoil of Loathe  \n\\\u003eYou're not a single rider anymore, either  \n\\\u003eWhen the ride's over the two of you have a head start before the guys get off to escape for the “real\" entertainment  \n\\\u003e\"Are you sure you don't want them to come along?\" the wolfess says  \n\\\u003eYou've thought about it; you're sure a few of them would love the monster world  \n\\\u003eBut some selfish part of you wants to keep it a secret, if only for a little while longer  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, I don't blame you,\" she says. “Remember how little I trusted you at first?\"  \n\\\u003eLike you'd forget ANY part of that night  \n\\\u003e\"I hope you saved my little memento from the next morning!\"  \n\\\u003eEven the dark, twisting road to the catacombs somehow feels the same  \n\\\u003eBefore you know it, you're tossing aside your costume in the catacomb foyer  \n\\\u003eVolfa hands you her cloak  \n\\\u003eYour cloak  \n\\\u003e\"You know the drill, Little Red,\" she winks. “It stays on until I rip it off!\"  \n\\\u003eThe place is the same is how you remember it, only this time the monsters are more accustomed to the sight of you  \n\\\u003eYou run the gauntlet of festivities first, at Volfa's request  \n\\\u003eThe two of you are shaking things up a bit by doing everything backwards  \n\\\u003eWhen you take a breather, you're back at the bar just leaning on the counter and slamming some pretty hair-raising drinks  \n\\\u003eEveryone else is genuinely having a good time as well, and not standing around like they're just here to be decoration  \n\\\u003e\"This is so much better,\" Volfa sighs. “I feel like a real dumb pup for trying to force things back at the mausoleum....\"  \n\\\u003eYou rub her back, and she does the same for you  \n\\\u003eYou spot a few human girls mixed in with the crowd, dreamy smiles and blissfully unaware of what exactly they got themselves into  \n\\\u003e\"Poor things probably won't have a single memory of this tomorrow.\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa does a click with her tongue  \n\\\u003e\"You might have to consider bringing your friends next year. Getting kind of tired of seeing only the dude monsters have fun with the humans.\"  \n\\\u003eLooking back at ditching your friends, you hope they can still have a good night on their own  \n\\\u003eEveryone deserves to have their own Volfa  \n\\\u003eYou're pulled under her arm affectionately  \n\\\u003e\"Not like I should be sweating stuff like that. After all, my old man met the love of his life at a party just like this.\"  \n\\\u003eA human woman, stolen away for a night of merriment, likely having no idea she'd be the mother of a snarky wolf child  \n\\\u003e\"It was him who pushed so hard to organize this one night of freedom for everyone, even getting a shitty desk job just to keep our two worlds connected.\"  \n\\\u003eGuess it wouldn't be completely the same with Volfa if she didn't have a moment of reflection like this  \n\\\u003e\"And I was kind of a brat to him all those years, breaking the rules all the time and almost ruining things for everyone....\"  \n\\\u003eThe sooner she gets it off her chest, the sooner you can get back to the revelry  \n\\\u003eYou give her a kiss on the muzzle, and you get a lick in return  \n\\\u003e\"This is why you're my wingman!\" she laughs. “You keep me looking at the best of things!\"  \n\\\u003eShe stares at you with those golden eyes  \n\\\u003eFirst with a dopy grin, then a more seductive one  \n\\\u003e\"Always the best things...\" she hums  \n\\\u003eYou go back to people watching for a while, until Volfa clears her throat  \n\\\u003e\"Speaking of family....\"  \n\\\u003eYou wait for the rest, but she just pauses  \n\\\u003eEvery so often her mouth opens to find the words  \n\\\u003eThen she balks and goes silent for a while longer  \n\\\u003e\"Hey,\" she finally says, “wanna go upstairs for a bit? Managed to get the same room and everything! We can come back to all this later, if you want.\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa reaches for two empty glasses and a bottle of wine before leading you to the higher levels  \n\\\u003eUp to the apartments protected from the humans milling about on the streets below  \n\\\u003eA beautiful sight of the city flooding you with nostalgia as you look out the sloped window  \n\\\u003eIn a room that seems completely untouched since last year  \n\\\u003eAll that's different is a wooden box sitting on the table  \n\\\u003eLid open, with two vials on full display  \n\\\u003eOne red, like your lucky cloak  \n\\\u003eOne gold, like her mesmerizing gaze  \n\\\u003e\"I know I've talked about it before,\" she says, “but I thought maybe I'd plant the idea in your head again.\"  \n\\\u003eShe takes your silence as encouragement to continue  \n\\\u003e\"We might be an inseparable, wild pair, but someday we're going to want to settle down for a bit, right? I think my old man was on to something in that regard.\"  \n\\\u003eShe pops the cork, and it sails across the moonlit window  \n\\\u003e\"Gotta get some new goals when you think you have everything you want, ya know? What I want now is to see what kind of little bastards we can make together.\"  \n\\\u003eAs she pours the wine, you think you can see the liquid in the vials twinkling in the corner of your eye  \n\\\u003e\"And if we want some alone time, I'm sure we can get someone to watch the pups. Obviously there's my old man, but recently I heard there's also a sweet little apothecary back home who knows how to handle troublesome wolf pups.\"  \n\\\u003eWell, if Medafet indeed taught Volfa what she knows about messing with people, “troublesome\" would be softballing it  \n\\\u003e\"But, this is all for when you're ready, Little Red. I'm not the type of girl who just rushes you into things, am I?\"  \n\\\u003eThere's that impish tongue of hers sticking out at you  \n\\\u003eVolfa hands you your glass, then hooks your arm with hers  \n\\\u003eThere's no doubt she's going to have you under the sheets before midnight, but you're content just staring into her eyes until that time comes  \n\\\u003e\"Happy Halloween, Anon.\"  \n  \n  \n  \n\\\u003eThe end","series":{"name":"Hair of the Dog","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662194-hair-of-the-dog-cry-wolf.json"}}