{"sf1_id":1662194,"sf2_id":"r175aqkm","title":"Hair of the Dog: Cry Wolf","author":"Alfa_Barf","words":13833,"posted_at":"2020-12-18T06:18:29.000Z","tags":["Greentext","Halloween","Human","Second Person","Sex","Werewolf","Wolfess"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662194-hair-of-the-dog-cry-wolf","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/r175aqkm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6c/26/6c261b27-4227-472f-a56e-c01b802e0dbd","description":"[Greentext] A new tale with a new Anon who encounters a white wolfess one night. She's reclusive and cold, but maybe it'll take the affection of a human to get her to open up.  \n  \nThis story chronologically takes place after the events of the original Hair of the Dog, but stars a \"new\" protagonist.","content":"**Part 1**\n\n\\\u003eOctober 27th  \n\\\u003eYour friends are a little TOO into the Halloween spirit this year  \n\\\u003eApart from all the parties they want to drag you to, they decide they want to try a little urban exploration  \n\\\u003eSpecifically, at the abandoned “Freak Factory\"  \n\\\u003eA haunted house attraction long since abandoned for being too expensive to keep even the dimmest of lights on  \n\\\u003eNot to mention the employee actors got a little too “grabby\" and faced more than a handful of lawsuits  \n\\\u003eSo the building was shut down and the land remains untouched  \n\\\u003eNaturally, it's an extremely popular spot for trespassers and risk takers to invade  \n\\\u003eThis is especially true because of how many supposed accounts of ghosts and monsters there have been from those who dared enter  \n\\\u003eThe stories got so widespread that the police have since added the building to their more frequent patrol routes  \n\\\u003eYou're a little more worried about the legal consequences than you are about running into a vampire or mummy or something  \n\\\u003eThey won't admit it, but your friends feel the same way  \n\\\u003eWhen you asked why you weren't doing this on Halloween night, they scoffed at you  \n\\\u003e\"There's going to be more pigs than any other night, because everyone else is going to have the same idea.\"  \n\\\u003eYour friend Haywood is the instigator and the ringleader  \n\\\u003eThis whole thing is his doing to begin with  \n\\\u003eYour other friend, nicknamed “Sticks\", pretty much goes where he's told  \n\\\u003eLike you in most ways, but not as confident in objecting  \n\\\u003eThe sun has just set when the three of you arrive at Freak Factory  \n\\\u003eYou hop the rusted turnstiles and make your way to the boarded up doors  \n\\\u003eThe barricades are just for show, and the place is surprisingly unlocked  \n\\\u003eSticks is pissing himself before you even get inside  \n\\\u003eAt this point your biggest fear is running into other people  \n\\\u003eHobos, other intruders, actual serial killers  \n\\\u003eThe main foyer branches off in several directions, each one for a different type of experience  \n\\\u003eSpooky mansion, torture dungeon, murderous restaurant (annoyingly popular in recent years), witch-filled woods...  \n\\\u003eEven a few places that aren't supposed to be as terrifying, like the small theater for those who chicken out of the main thrills, are given an ominous atmosphere because of the place's derelict condition  \n\\\u003eHaywood picks the mansion first, keeping a few steps ahead but making frequent checks to see if you're still following  \n\\\u003eSo far so good  \n\\\u003eYou honestly might not have had the nerve to do this alone, but with someone like Sticks around to be the biggest coward it somehow eases things up a bit  \n\\\u003eAs you delve deeper, you realize the scare factor of the attraction is almost non-existent with everything shut off  \n\\\u003eYou even have to suppress a yawn just do you don't inhale all the dust  \n\\\u003eBANG  \n\\\u003eThe sound of a slamming door echoes from the direction you came  \n\\\u003eSticks covers his ears and even Haywood lets a startled “eek\"  \n\\\u003e\"Mmm...who do we have tonight?\"  \n\\\u003eThere's a sultry, but rough female voice all around you  \n\\\u003eLike a starlet who yelled herself hoarse, or a strangled opera singer  \n\\\u003e\"Just the three of you? That's less than usual. Oh well. Fewer bodies they'll come looking for....\"  \n\\\u003eYou hear the solid THUD of something drop to the creaking floorboards  \n\\\u003eAnd the clacking of its claws on the scratched wood  \n\\\u003eAnd it's getting closer  \n\\\u003eThere's your cue to leave!  \n\\\u003eThe three of you run off in different directions at first, but you and Sticks pull around to follow Haywood  \n\\\u003eYour leader is already several paces ahead in a mad dash  \n\\\u003eThe rooms seem to have no particular orientation or sense of scale  \n\\\u003eJust endless halls and cluttered set pieces  \n\\\u003eIt IS a horror attraction after all, and not just someone's livable abode  \n\\\u003eSpeaking of which...  \n\\\u003eThe props and animatronics come to life, blocking your route and bouncing you around with their distorted scares and grasping appendages  \n\\\u003eYou and Sticks struggle through the obstacle course  \n\\\u003eWhen you turn a corner you see Haywood trying to pull open a door  \n\\\u003eBefore you can reach him it swings Haywood into a false, rotating wall  \n\\\u003eHe screams, tumbling out of sight  \n\\\u003eThere's no sign of a trap door ever being there  \n\\\u003eThe mocking laughter of the hidden voice keeps you running forward  \n\\\u003eBarreling out of the haunted mansion dumps you two in a new section of the building that looks like an indoor forest  \n\\\u003eThe acoustics of the voice are even more unsettling as they bounce off the hollow trees  \n\\\u003e\"The boy fell over with a single puff, out cold. That's...dissatisfying. I hope the two of you make up for what a bore he was.\"  \n\\\u003eThe forest is even harder to navigate with its lack of a clear path  \n\\\u003eYou and Sticks eventually reach a chasm with several rickety rope bridges strung over a lightless void  \n\\\u003eThe direction you came from starts disappearing into shadow  \n\\\u003eThe two of you take different bridges, hoping the weight won't be too much just for a single body  \n\\\u003eIt squeaks and sways as you cross  \n\\\u003eThere's a snapping noise, and Sticks is gone with a yelp  \n\\\u003e\"Well, that one didn't have much to give either. He gave faster than the bridge did! HAHAHA!\"  \n\\\u003eYou reach solid land and press onward  \n\\\u003eThe rest of the bridges snap and crack at your heels  \n\\\u003e\"Just...one...left....\"  \n\\\u003eYou make it to a cabin; really just an entrance leading to a new horror backdrop  \n\\\u003eBut it looks believable, and you barely have time to shut the wooden door before you hear pounding from the other side  \n\\\u003eThe door rattles fiercely on its hinges  \n\\\u003e\"Let me in...let me in....\" she sings  \n\\\u003eNone of the rooms lead anywhere  \n\\\u003eExcept the stairs to the basement  \n\\\u003eFuck  \n\\\u003eEach step sounds like a gunshot as you amble down  \n\\\u003eThe door bursts open as you hit the bottom  \n\\\u003eThat's it  \n\\\u003eDead end  \n\\\u003eYou spin around and your heart stops  \n\\\u003eCrawling down the stairs is a ghost-white werewolf, chuckling with that feminine, yet malicious voice  \n\\\u003eShe's covered in bloody bandages and the tattered remains of a regal dress  \n\\\u003eHer lips are pulled back to show her pearly fangs, and her crimson eyes are full of hunger  \n\\\u003eShe rises to two legs, a good head taller than you  \n\\\u003e\"I want you to scream, so I can hear that musical gurgle when I rip open your throat.\"  \n\\\u003eShe takes a step forward with each of your retreating steps, until you're backed against the concrete wall  \n\\\u003eThere's a bone-chilling groan at your feet  \n\\\u003eThe werewolf slams her front paws down, as though preparing to pounce  \n\\\u003eThe floor gives away all around you  \n\\\u003eYou plummet into the darkness  \n\\\u003eThe last sight you see is the silhouette of the werewolf looming over you  \n  \n\\\u003eYou don't know how long you've been out for, but your head still throbs  \n\\\u003eYou also don't know if the fall is part of the attraction, but now you're on a neat pile of sheets and broken furniture  \n\\\u003eYou moan loudly as you tumble off  \n\\\u003eA chorus of rats watch you scramble to your feet, alarming you  \n\\\u003eYou swear at the sheer number of them   \n\\\u003eBig mistake  \n\\\u003e\"You're still here?\" the voice says  \n\\\u003eIt's no longer playfully malevolent, but bitter and unimpressed.  \n\\\u003e\"I shouldn't be surprised. I thought I heard your phone constantly trying to wake you up.\"  \n\\\u003eYour body's sore, but you push forward into a ballroom  \n\\\u003e\"You took quite the drop. Just like a sack of bricks. Well, pick up the pieces and get out, if you still value your life.\"  \n\\\u003eYou don't need to be told twice  \n\\\u003eBut it's a little strange that she's sparing you after all that  \n\\\u003eA few rooms later and you're back at the main foyer  \n\\\u003eThere's the exit  \n\\\u003eYou throw open the front doors and head out into the late night  \n\\\u003eHaywood's car is gone, but he left you a copious amount of texts and missed calls  \n\\\u003e\"Dude, where are you?\" he says when you pick up the next frantic ring  \n\\\u003eWell, you're still at the house about to call a cab, apparently  \n\\\u003e\"Good, uh, sorry. We woke up back at the entrance and there were rats everywhere and she was still chasing us. Glad you made it out.\"  \n\\\u003eThanks guys  \n\\\u003eYou send out a ride request, and within minutes an old man with some uncomfortably sagging skin pulls up in an unremarkable sedan  \n\\\u003eYou drop your phone into your pocket and feel something out of place  \n\\\u003eCrinkling?  \n\\\u003eDigging inside, you find a weathered looking envelope  \n\\\u003e[To Anon]  \n\\\u003eThat's not unsettling at all...  \n\\\u003eYou tear open the envelope, which shreds into a fine dust  \n\\\u003eSorry about the mess, Mr. Driver  \n\\\u003e[Dear Anon]  \n\\\u003e[Congratulations to you on your successful trial through the night! Very few make it as far as you have, believe it or not.]  \n\\\u003e[You have likely noticed by now that poor Vupel didn't quite have the determination to kill you or your friends. As difficult as it may seem, she is in desperate need of companionship.]  \n\\\u003e[I ask that you please return to her when you are ready. I promise no harm will come to you. Do not use the front door, or she will not give you a warm welcome.]  \n\\\u003e[There is an employee entrance in the back, hidden behind a gargoyle. Just say the password “Gulchgut\" and you will be let in.]  \n\\\u003e[Please give Vupel a second chance, Anon. Good luck to you!]  \n\\\u003e[~M]  \n\\\u003eLooking through the rear-view mirror, you think you see a smile on the old man's face  \n  \n\\\u003eYour friends don't want to talk about last night  \n\\\u003eHalf out of embarrassment they got so scared, and half out of guilt for abandoning you  \n\\\u003eThey don't even particularly want to go out for Halloween  \n\\\u003eYou don't really blame them, but you don't agree with them either  \n\\\u003eThat fall you took must have scrambled your brain, because something compels you to actually want to go back to the Freak Factory  \n\\\u003eTonight  \n\\\u003eMaybe it's to unravel the mystery of the letter, or to have some kind of closure  \n\\\u003eMaybe it's from the thrill you have just looking back on your mad dash through the building and its frights  \n\\\u003eMaybe it's because you're a dumbass  \n\\\u003eYou rest up in the afternoon and drive back out there when the sun sets  \n\\\u003eYou park your car out of sight of the roads and circle around the back of the building  \n\\\u003eGood thing you brought a jacket, because the late October night is unforgivingly cold  \n\\\u003eIt's an older one; dark leather and heavily worn out in places  \n\\\u003eBut if you're going to be rolling around in dust and broken furniture again you're not going to want to use your good clothes  \n\\\u003eIt's not hard to find the gargoyle, given how out of place it looks  \n\\\u003eIt's also not budging one bit when you try to move it  \n\\\u003eYou can see the narrow groove where the door should be, but you can't reach it  \n\\\u003eWas this all just a practical joke?  \n\\\u003eMight as well humor your pranksters some more...  \n\\\u003eGulchgut  \n\\\u003eYour heart shouldn't be subjected to this many surprises  \n\\\u003eThe gargoyle animates and sidesteps out of the way, turning its head enough to face you  \n\\\u003eThen it goes still with the door swinging outward  \n\\\u003eWelp, back in you go  \n\\\u003eYour creep as silent and as slow as you can through the dark halls  \n\\\u003eThe employee corridors are sparse, yet still decorated to keep the theming  \n\\\u003eA light to one of the rooms gushes out  \n\\\u003eAaand there goes your heart again  \n\\\u003eHesitantly, you peek inside  \n\\\u003eIt's a security camera room  \n\\\u003eSeveral monitors show a live feed of the whole place  \n\\\u003eWhy is this all still running?  \n\\\u003eYou press a button on the dashboard and the perspective changes  \n\\\u003eFlip...flip...flip...  \n\\\u003ePlease don't let anything jump out at you...  \n\\\u003eFlip...flip...flip...  \n\\\u003eHold on, is that...?  \n\\\u003eOne of the cameras is pointing to the employee cafeteria  \n\\\u003eShuffling lazily toward a refrigerator is none other than the white wolfess  \n\\\u003eRather than her raggedy dress and stained bandages, she's wearing almost nothing at all by comparison  \n\\\u003eHer gray shirt is ripped half off  \n\\\u003eSpecifically the bottom half, showing an ample amount of underboob  \n\\\u003eYou do a double take  \n\\\u003eHuman breasts?  \n\\\u003eFurry ones, but definitely more than a handful  \n\\\u003eHer “shorts\" have also been torn away to its last few threads, making it practically a pair of panties  \n\\\u003eThe bottoms are strained to bursting when she bends over to root around the fridge  \n\\\u003eIs it weird to be so turned on by this?  \n\\\u003eShe kicks the door closed with a stack of food in her arms  \n\\\u003eThere's a huge slab of meat on a thick rib, takeout boxes, a pile of fruit and veggie trays, containers of dips and sauces, and a case of beer bottles  \n\\\u003eA grape bounces to the floor, and a rat appears out of nowhere to carry it off  \n\\\u003eYou're no rodent expert, but it seems like it was cleaning up after the wolfess more than looking for a snack of its own  \n\\\u003eThe rat was enough of a distraction to keep your eyes away from the wolfess  \n\\\u003eShe had walked out of frame, and you can't find her anywhere in the cafeteria  \n\\\u003eOr any of the other rooms, for that matter  \n\\\u003eFlip-flip-flip-flip-flip-flip  \n\\\u003eMinutes tick by  \n\\\u003eFlip-flip-flip-flip-flip-flip  \n\\\u003eNothing  \n\\\u003eYou slow down a bit to better examine each room for signs of her  \n\\\u003eFlip...flip...flip...  \n\\\u003eStill nothing  \n\\\u003eThe only view worth noting is the one where you can't see anything at all  \n\\\u003e[MAIN OFFICE – OFFLINE]  \n\\\u003eIt's suspicious enough to investigate  \n\\\u003eThere's a map of the building's fire exits nearby, and it's detailed enough for you to find where the office would be  \n\\\u003eYou resume making your way around the employee areas  \n\\\u003eStill taking your time  \n\\\u003eKnowing she could be around any of the corners at any moment  \n\\\u003eAnd she's apparently insatiably hungry  \n\\\u003eIt would be faster to cut through some of the attraction rooms, but you don't take that risk  \n\\\u003eIf she could clearly see you and your friends out there, she still might be able to now  \n\\\u003eIt takes a while to get close to the main office, but when you do there's an unexpected sound you pick up on  \n\\\u003eCrying  \n\\\u003eThere's the door to the office, but also a large window  \n\\\u003eIt's a great view for the owner to see some of the backstage areas down below  \n\\\u003eThe window is almost entirely covered with shades and papers of some sort  \n\\\u003eExcept for a tiny slit  \n\\\u003eThe perfect opening to spy inside the room through  \n\\\u003eAnd there's no shortage of things to look at  \n\\\u003eMost prominently is the wolfess herself, Vupel, lounging on an oversized beanbag chair  \n\\\u003eShe's completely naked now, except for a silver-studded collar around her fluffy neck  \n\\\u003eShe's sobbing loudly while vehemently rubbing herself with one paw and pinching a rosy nipple with the other  \n\\\u003eThe rib from her meal is picked clean, now clenched with her back teeth as though it were some kind of gag  \n\\\u003ePretty much ALL the food she took out of the fridge is gone, and the plentiful bottles of beer are already drained  \n\\\u003eA TV is playing a nature documentary with a rugged man rolling around and wrestling with (four-legged) wolves in captivity  \n\\\u003eVupel is fixated on the screen, unlikely to make out the images through her tear-filled eyes, which are even redder than just from her crimson irises  \n\\\u003ePlastered all over the walls are pictures and paintings of what seems to be anthropomorphic wolf females paired with human males  \n\\\u003eSome cartoonish, some realistic, some reserved and intimate...  \n\\\u003eAnd a load of them pretty smutty  \n\\\u003eVupel thrashes in her seat as she hits orgasm, then lets the bone drop from her mouth as she continues bawling  \n\\\u003eIt's hard enough to watch a human cry  \n\\\u003eBut a lonely wolf woman?  \n\\\u003eAnd a gorgeous one at that?  \n\\\u003eNever mind how she toyed with you and the guys last night, she could have KILLED someone and it would still be a tragic sight  \n\\\u003eYou think back to the letter that the mysterious “M\" sent you  \n\\\u003eHas she EVER killed anyone?  \n\\\u003eWhat's more, didn't the writer say she needs a companion?  \n\\\u003eIt's hard to wrap your head around everything you experienced last night along with the confusing new sight right in front of you  \n\\\u003eThere's no easy way to decide how to approach the situation  \n\\\u003eFor better or worse, the rats make the choice for you  \n\\\u003eYou were oblivious to the audience of your own; several rats sitting nearby with their beady eyes watching  \n\\\u003eIt's enough to coax a startled noise from you  \n\\\u003eYou look back to the office room, knowing full well you fucked up  \n\\\u003eVupel is staring at you, mortified  \n\\\u003eThen with murderous intent  \n\\\u003e\"You...\" you can hear through the glass  \n\\\u003e\"You're FUCKING DEAD!\"  \n\\\u003eTime to go!  \n\\\u003eYou bolt off toward the nearest door as the one behind you explodes open  \n\\\u003eJust your shitty luck, you wind up back in the horror attraction  \n\\\u003e\"When I catch you, I WILL rip your throat out!\"  \n\\\u003eHer words echo throughout the rooms once again  \n\\\u003eYou're fully within her domain, watched from shadows you don't dare linger close to  \n\\\u003e\"What kind of death wish do you have to want to come back here? Are you some kind of 'werewolf hunter'? Did you think you would find me all tired and docile?\"  \n\\\u003eNo longer is she taunting you with self-amusement at the things she could do to you and your friends like last night  \n\\\u003eNow, the wolfess seems to genuinely want you dead  \n\\\u003eThanks, “M\"  \n\\\u003eVupel doesn't talk for some time, but when you hear her voice again while running through scene after scene, the tone is much different  \n\\\u003eShe's not poetically intimidating, but blunt and scornful  \n\\\u003e\"It's funny how you humans react every time. It's so damn predictable. First, you approach my home all cocky and full of yourselves.\"  \n\\\u003eThe rolling, tombstone-marked hills...  \n\\\u003e\"It doesn't take long for the anxiety to show, and when panic rears its ugly head it turns into full terror within seconds.\"  \n\\\u003eThe streets of a Jack-the-Ripper style backdrop...  \n\\\u003e\"But the longer they last, the more they start to think, 'Hey, maybe she's just MESSING with me!' And that's the kind of prey I punish the most.\"  \n\\\u003eA butcher's lair full of bloody carcasses and slick floors...  \n\\\u003eIt's all as fake as the attraction itself, but right now it's pretty damn unnerving  \n\\\u003e\"Because I don't do this to get a kick out of scaring humans, oh no. I do it because I HATE trespassers, and I want you all to FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!\"  \n\\\u003eThe emergency lights are thrown on, but in their age and state of decay most of them immediately pop out   \n\\\u003eOnly one remains, and it spotlights the enraged predator mere steps away  \n\\\u003e\"Some come back, but none of them get this far unless I LET them. If humans like you can just sneak in here like that, I'm going to have to start making sure you don't ever see daylight again....\"  \n\\\u003eThe chains of the meat hooks jingle around you, as if possessed  \n\\\u003eVupel crouches low right before the attack, and then the ghostly monster lunges at you  \n\\\u003eSuddenly, the hooks interlock with one another and draw taught  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess is ensnared among the webbed chains, flailing wildly to free herself  \n\\\u003e\"RRRGGGAAAHHH! I HATE THIS PLACE! I HATE YOU INTRUDERS! I HATE YOU, MEDAFET!\"  \n\\\u003eThe chains creak as she makes one more intense attempt to break them  \n\\\u003e\"I HATE....\"  \n\\\u003eShe goes limp, her head and ears hanging down  \n\\\u003eHer body is still, except for her quivering lips  \n\\\u003e\"I h-hate myself...\" she weeps  \n\\\u003eWhat little light remains in the room sparkles in the tears she sheds  \n\\\u003eHer spirit is gone, leaving the defeated body of an unclothed beast suspended before you  \n\\\u003e\"W-w-well, what are you waiting for, 'Hunter'?\" she chokes. “Kill me or leave m-me be already....\"  \n\\\u003eShe sniffles as she inhales, and softly howls as she exhales  \n\\\u003eIt's a pitiful sight  \n\\\u003eYou remove your jacket and clear enough of the chains away to place it over her naked body  \n\\\u003eVupel shudders at your touch  \n\\\u003eYou don't want to drop the poor girl, but you try your best to untangle her  \n\\\u003eThe chains go lax on their own, and the wolfess is gently deposited on her knees  \n\\\u003e\"Why...w-why are you here?\"  \n\\\u003eYou have no response  \n\\\u003eYou just help her stand up and pull the jacket as closed as you can  \n\\\u003eBetween her weighty breasts and overall larger frame, the jacket's a snug fit on her  \n\\\u003eThis doesn't stop her from clinging to it like it were her own coat of fur she's trying to keep from falling off  \n\\\u003eWithout looking you in the eyes, Vupel turns and drags her feet out of the room silently  \n\\\u003eHer ears still folded back and her tail between her legs  \n\\\u003eShe gave you no indication to follow her, but you've come too far to leave her now  \n\\\u003eBack out to the attraction floors...  \n\\\u003eThrough the employee doors to the backstage areas...  \n\\\u003eYour trek around the building feels even slower than when you crept around it  \n\\\u003eEventually you realize she's heading back to her “den\"  \n\\\u003eYou resolve to at least see her back to the office before you would think of leaving  \n\\\u003eShe stops at the door to her personal room and gives a woeful look over her shoulder  \n\\\u003e\"Hey...\" she murmurs. “So do you want to come in or...?\"  \n\\\u003eReally?  \n\\\u003eJust like that?  \n\\\u003eShe takes your hesitation as rejection  \n\\\u003e\"Alright, well, I won't stop you or anything on the way out.\"  \n\\\u003eYou'd be happy to see her room, if she'll let you  \n\\\u003eThere's disbelief in her face  \n\\\u003eBut also the faintest of smiles  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, well, you've already seen it. It's a dump. It's...not something I'm proud of.\"  \n\\\u003eYou get close to her, waiting for some kind of permission to console her  \n\\\u003eYou settle for a few pats on the back  \n\\\u003eThat perks her ears up  \n\\\u003e\"So, you have a name, or am I gonna' have to keep calling you 'Hunter'?\"  \n\\\u003eIt's Anon  \n\\\u003eBut whatever she wants to call you is fine  \n\\\u003e\"Alright...well, Anon, I'm Vupel.\"  \n\\\u003eShe sounds pained just saying her own name  \n\\\u003e\"Come on in, I guess. Just don't judge me too much, please.\"  \n\\\u003eYou have to admit, it's certainly a cozy space she's made for herself, even if it's a little messy  \n\\\u003eThere are even more images of human-furry couples than you could see from before  \n\\\u003eSome of them look slashed in a fit of anger, including the only actually framed picture in the whole room  \n\\\u003eThe pointed ears of a dark wolf, and an unidentifiable man  \n\\\u003eThere's red in the picture, but it's too vibrant to be old blood  \n\\\u003eA heap of litter is shoved into a corner; one by one a rat sneaks in and pulls something back through its hole  \n\\\u003eThere are no real beds, just beanbags and stacks of blankets  \n\\\u003eVupel plops onto one of the seats and kicks a bottle across the room  \n\\\u003eYou take a spot close by  \n\\\u003e\"So, uh, how exactly did you get back in?\"  \n\\\u003eYou dig through your pockets for the letter you found the previous night, but it's in your jacket  \n\\\u003eVupel finds it as she pats herself down  \n\\\u003eShe reads over the note, showing aggravation at first but back to her moping again  \n\\\u003eYou think you might already have a hint from her earlier outburst, but you ask the wolfess what the “M\" means anyway  \n\\\u003eShe crumples up the paper and tosses it into the pile of junk  \n\\\u003e\"It stands for 'meddler'. Someone who just won't let you serve your time in peace, and has to butt in thinking she's helping out.\"  \n\\\u003eYou can tell her sob story is coming  \n\\\u003eYou seem a little more prepared for it than she is  \n\\\u003e\"I've always been a bit of a hothead. Kind of a black sheep of the family, too. The whitest black sheep there is. Anyway, every year monsters like me are allowed a single night to go out and enjoy the human world with almost no restriction. Take a wild guess what that night is.\"  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess grabs one of the beer bottles and tries to get one more drop out of it  \n\\\u003eIt drops to the floor and skitters away  \n\\\u003e\"I wasn't content with just that one night, so I'd sneak out when I felt like it, no matter what time of the year or for how long.\"  \n\\\u003eShe laughs grimly  \n“Well, I got caught eventually.... I broke the rules and was given a choice: either be exiled in the human world until I 'learned my lesson', or never be allowed to come here ever again.\"  \n\\\u003eThe TV loops on the menu for the nature documentary  \n\\\u003e\"The funny thing is they were about to retract the punishment for being 'too mean'. This coming from monsters! Pfft. But being the stubborn bitch I am I decided to take the sentence anyway. A chance to be in the human world? How was that punishment?\"  \n\\\u003eShe sighs heavily  \n\\\u003e\"But in order to 'protect' me from the humans, I have to serve my time in this shitty haunted attraction. I can't leave. All I can do is chase away intruders who are free to just waltz right in.\"  \n\\\u003eSpeaking of intruders, the rats come back to roll the empty bottles away  \n\\\u003eVupel snarls at them and they scamper off  \n\\\u003e\"And, no, I haven't killed anyone before. Maybe I've shaved a few years off some lives, but you're probably the closest I've come to actually hurting someone. Heh....\"  \n\\\u003eThe rats poke their heads in to see if it's safe to return  \n\\\u003e\"I only have these guys to clean up and keep me company. They basically do all my chores for me, so when I'm not scaring trespassers I'm pretty much just sitting on my fat ass and feeling sorry for myself.\"  \n\\\u003eIt's a lovely ass, but you don't dare vocalize that right now  \n\\\u003e\"This whole thing started a little over a year ago. I missed last Halloween, and now it looks like I'll miss it again. I made it through a full year, and even begged the empty halls to go home, but nobody's come to retrieve me. Even that decrepit old cat spends more time helping humans like YOU instead of coming to save ME.\"  \n\\\u003eVupel begins shaking as she cries some more into her knees  \n\\\u003e\"I'm so lonely, Anon...so lonely. I don't want to be ANGRY at humans, I lov....\"  \n\\\u003eShe stops herself  \n\\\u003eThere's a long silence, and Vupel shifts her legs around  \n\\\u003e\"You've been staring an awful lot at me, champ,\" she says with a sniff  \n\\\u003eYou didn't even realize it  \n\\\u003eOnce you've gotten used to her bestial features, you had started taking peeks at her exposed slit  \n\\\u003eIt barely registered with you she had chased you the entire time buck naked  \n\\\u003e\"So what's your deal? You didn't come back to hunt me, so are you just that much of an oddball or a reject you'd want to hang out with a monster?\"  \n\\\u003eIt's hard to deny you aren't at least a little attracted to the white wolfess  \n\\\u003eShe shifts her legs again, and you get another brief glimpse at her pink lower lips  \n\\\u003eYou can see a bit of mischievousness in her eyes, but that's soon replaced with more shame  \n\\\u003e\"You know, if you wanted to stay the night, I'm sure I could make some room for you.\"  \n\\\u003eThat actually sounds nice  \n\\\u003eYou'd love to  \n\\\u003eBut sadly, you have other commitments you need to take care of in the morning  \n\\\u003e\"O-oh, right. I figured as much.\"  \n\\\u003eVupel looks hurt  \n\\\u003eShe rubs the sleeves of your jacket  \n\\\u003e\"Do you mind if I hang on to this? I mean, at least until I see you again.\"  \n\\\u003eSure, she seems to need it more than you do right now anyway  \n\\\u003e\"Thanks. Guess you'll HAVE to come back now, huh?\"  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess stands up and leads you back through the employee corridors to the back entrance  \n\\\u003e\"It's probably faster this way in, but feel free to use the front door if you need to. I won't chase you away. Promise.\"  \n\\\u003eThe two of you exchange weary smiles before you part ways  \n\\\u003eVupel doesn't take her eyes off you for one second as the gargoyle closes the secluded door behind you  \n  \n\\\u003eYou need to take one of your other jackets the next evening, thanks to how nippy it still is  \n\\\u003eThis one's a little nicer, even darker and a bit longer, and part of you hopes Vupel appreciates you “dressing up\" a bit  \n\\\u003eYour friends are a little concerned why you're suddenly so preoccupied at night, but with any luck they'll think you're just too much of a coward to come out again.  \n\\\u003eWhen you return to Freak Factory, you hit a bit of a snag  \n\\\u003eThe gargoyle doesn't respond to your password anymore  \n\\\u003eWell, he DOES respond, but only enough to shake its thick head and block the door even more  \n\\\u003eVupel said you could use the front entrance, so hopefully she kept her word  \n\\\u003eAs you push open the doors into the familiar foyer, you hear a seductive chuckle  \n\\\u003e\"Welcome back, Hunter.\"  \n\\\u003eThe door closes and locks behind you  \n\\\u003eShe wouldn't trick you after all that, right?  \n\\\u003eRight?  \n\\\u003e\"I told you I wouldn't chase you away, but...\"  \n\\\u003eA spotlight illuminates the top of a staircase  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess isn't there, but her shadow is  \n\\\u003eHer voluptuous, lupine silhouette  \n\\\u003e\"I think it's fair to let you get a chance at revenge. I'm gong to run, and you'll have to catch me if you want your jacket back.\"  \n\\\u003eYou have another one anyway, so she can keep that one  \n\\\u003e\"How sweet,\" she coos. “Well, then I guess we'll have to find some other reward if you win....\"  \n\\\u003eThe light goes out and you can hear the fading clicks of her nails on the floor  \n\\\u003eThe haunted house doesn't feel as frightening anymore  \n\\\u003eNow it's just a campy, run-down attraction  \n\\\u003eYou tear through the halls, trying to keep a bead on the wolfess  \n\\\u003eYou're running through thresholds, leaping over furniture, and sliding on top of tables  \n\\\u003eEvery so often you'll see her peel across your vision on the rafters or under the floorboards  \n\\\u003eIt's exhilarating to have the whole place to yourself, making your own enjoyment while ignoring the surprises and spooks of the actual building  \n\\\u003eLike blasting through a nightmare to find the more pleasant dream on the other side  \n\\\u003eBut eventually you lose her  \n\\\u003eYour direction becomes more calculated, as you don't want to recklessly wander too far away  \n\\\u003eThough you're sure Vupel isn't going to let that happen either  \n\\\u003eWhen you're guaranteed you've lost her you end up in what looks like the attraction's gift shop  \n\\\u003eYou see a wall filled with pictures of scared, but entertained faces  \n\\\u003eThey're all snapshots of guests right in the moment of one of the building's many “jump scares\"  \n\\\u003eA bunch of photos are of couples, especially those circling a large mirror behind the register counter  \n\\\u003eYou flinch as an arm drapes over your shoulder  \n\\\u003eThe white wolfess sticks her muzzle over the other one  \n\\\u003eYour two faces are perfectly framed in the mirror, surrounded by all the other “terrified\" pairs  \n\\\u003e\"That can be us,\" she whispers into your ear  \n\\\u003eHer arms intertwine over your chest, and you touch her soft paws  \n\\\u003e\"I guess you caught me, Hunter.\"  \n\\\u003eShe grips you tightly, taking a whiff of your scent as she rests her head on you  \n\\\u003e\"I'm glad you came back again. Seems like my usual fare of prowlers hasn't shown up these last two of nights, so you'll have to keep me company all by yourself.\"  \n\\\u003eVupel's still in your old jacket, though she actually has pants on this time (some ripped jean shorts) as well as her collar  \n\\\u003eShe definitely wears the jacket better than you did  \n\\\u003e\"Guess you're gonna want a feast after that hunt. Feeling hungry?\"  \n\\\u003eShe takes you by the hand to the employee cafeteria  \n\\\u003eIt's a lot more spacious than when you monitored it through the small camera  \n\\\u003eA bunch of rats are eating off of cans and milk cartons as though they were dining at tables  \n\\\u003eVupel gives you some options, cracking open cabinets and refrigerators  \n\\\u003eThe fridges are stuffed with food, showing no vacancy despite the heavy meal she indulged in just last night  \n\\\u003e\"All the more reason to hate my little 'caretaker',\" the wolfess grumbles. “She won't let me starve here, but it's not like I can leave to get my own grub. I have to rely on her supplying me daily. I don't even get any of the good alcohol either.\"  \n\\\u003eShe sighs as a frozen pizza is tossed into the oven  \n\\\u003e\"I sound pretty spoiled, huh? Having such a nice place rent-free and everything included.\"  \n\\\u003eYou wouldn't exactly call a haunted house “nice\"  \n\\\u003e\"When you have a half-dozen siblings to compete with, you just want YOUR turn with your parent's love and attention more than anything. Now that I have my own home, the last thing I want is to feel like a needy pup.\"  \n\\\u003eSeven kids?  \n\\\u003eHer folks must have been pretty busy  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, don't put that thought into my head. Nobody wants to think of their parents breeding.\"  \n\\\u003eShe drums her claws on the counter as the two of you wait for the food  \n\\\u003e\"I mean, especially when they're such a happy couple, you know? Makes you believe love is out there for you too, but you're still a little envious about the whole thing. 'How did they find the one', and all that.\"  \n\\\u003eShe watches the timer like a kid waiting for the school bell, growling with impatience  \n\\\u003e\"And even then you're sure as hell not having pups unless the fucking stars align just right...\"  \n\\\u003eShe's muttering to herself at this point, staring off as though she's looking through the walls  \n\\\u003eThe ding of the oven bell shakes her out of her trance, and suddenly the realization of what she's been saying dawns on her  \n\\\u003e\"A-ah, forget I said anything. I'm just rambling about nothing. Food's ready!\"  \n  \n\\\u003eThe meal was pretty light on conversation, though that was partially because of how much there was to eat through  \n\\\u003eVupel easily outdid you  \n\\\u003eShe grabs a few more bottles of beer before the two of you head back  \n\\\u003eBack to her room  \n\\\u003eWhen you get inside she looks around uncomfortably  \n\\\u003e\"Crap, I meant to take those pictures down\"  \n\\\u003eIt certainly has character  \n\\\u003eYou tell her she doesn't have to destroy her room for your sake  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, well, I don't need the whole world knowing what a deviant I am.\"  \n\\\u003eDeviant?  \n\\\u003e\"C'mon, Anon. Haven't I spelled it out enough already? Humans and monsters don't mix well, especially if it's a female monster and a human male. It's more than just a culture thing, it's pretty damn hard to have kids that way.\"  \n\\\u003eVupel aggressively scratches her head  \n\\\u003e\"But it's...hardwired into my brain, you know? I can't imagine mating with anything other than a human.\"  \n\\\u003eIt takes no more than a second for her to comprehend what she just said  \n\\\u003e\"Wait, I...heh, what I meant was I...gggrrrhhh....\"  \n\\\u003eYou give her a warm smile, and the wolfess settles down  \n\\\u003eShe takes off “your\" jacket and hands it back  \n\\\u003eYou refuse to accept it  \n\\\u003eAfter all, you have another  \n\\\u003e\"Thanks. It's a really nice jacket.\"  \n\\\u003eShe folds it neatly and puts it aside  \n\\\u003eHer undershirt isn't quite as revealing as her nightwear, but it's still pretty torn up  \n\\\u003e\"Listen, can you...stay the night this time?\"  \n\\\u003eIt still comes as a shock, considering it was about a day ago she was on the verge of slaughtering you  \n\\\u003eBut you have no obligations in the morning and you've really enjoyed her company so far  \n\\\u003eSure, you'll stay  \n\\\u003e\"HA! Ha...heh, g-great!\"  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess keeps looking down and then back up, like the most exaggerated nodding ever  \n\\\u003e\"I want to come clean first. I didn't think I could be picky about meeting a human. Any would do. I'd just take the first one who could put up with me.\"  \n\\\u003eShe rubs her neck in disgrace  \n\\\u003e\"But I think I got pretty damn lucky. You're a cool guy, Anon, and you're a saint for putting up with a bitchy, hot-blooded wolf like me. I hope you can understand I like you for who you are, and not just because of my...erm....\"  \n\\\u003eHer rubbing is so vigorous you can see loose hairs floating about  \n\\\u003e\"Well, fetish. Let's not kid ourselves here.\"  \n\\\u003eYou hold your arms out invitingly  \n\\\u003eYou expected hesitation or maybe a slow approach into a hug, but the second you offer yourself Vupel rushes forward and locks you in a powerful squeeze  \n\\\u003eShe's laughing shakily, punctuating it with sniffles every so often  \n\\\u003e\"Get a grip, Vupel, you're stronger than that,\" she mumbles to herself  \n\\\u003eShe tries to force a devilish grin to compensate, but there's some lingering doubt in her face  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, please stay as long as you can, or at least come back as often as you can. I know you have your own life and friends, but it would mean the world to me if we could spend Halloween together. I don't want to be alone through it again.\"  \n\\\u003eThose puppy-dog eyes shouldn't be that cute on such a bestial creature  \n\\\u003eYou suppose you can look at it like a “winner takes all\" sort of thing  \n\\\u003eShe made your friends puss out on the festivities, so isn't it only fair she gets to win your friendship?  \n\\\u003eSo, your schedule's looking pretty open—  \n\\\u003eThe white wolfess doesn't let you finish your answer  \n\\\u003eYou're locked with her in a fiery kiss  \n\\\u003eIt's a little cumbersome with her snout, but damn if she isn't giving it her all to make it work  \n\\\u003eYour tongues mingle and her muzzle takes your whole mouth as her lips seal over your jaw  \n\\\u003eYour hands explore her body: first her neck, then the small of her back, then the base of her tail and plush rump  \n\\\u003eWhen Vupel finally breaks the kiss she takes your hands in her paws  \n\\\u003e\"You can do better than that, Hunter,\" she purrs  \n\\\u003eYour hands are brought to her midriff, then she guides them up her shirt  \n\\\u003eHer top rides up, and soon you feel her stiffening nipples glide between your fingers  \n\\\u003eShe stops your hands when your palms rest over her tits, her breasts bulging out of your grip  \n\\\u003e\"The meal wasn't your reward for catching me. Oh-ho no. If you're a big enough perv to bed a beast, we can move on to your REAL treat.\"  \n\\\u003eShe takes your hands out of her shirt and closes them over the bottom hem  \n\\\u003eThen she lifts her arms straight up with a wink  \n\\\u003eHer height advantage makes removing her top a challenge  \n\\\u003e\"What's wrong, Hunter?\"  \n\\\u003eVupel presses up against you, her breasts smushed into your face  \n\\\u003e\"After all the obstacles you've gone through in this place, is a shirt going to stop you now?\"  \n\\\u003eYou plant your lips over one of her nipples and pull on it gently  \n\\\u003eShe doubles over from the sudden stimulation, giving you enough of an angle to yank the shirt all the way off  \n\\\u003e\"Sly dog! No wonder you caught me.\"  \n\\\u003eTechnically she let you  \n\\\u003e\"I meant my heart, Hunter. That's not something of mine so easy to catch.\"  \n\\\u003eShe hums joyfully, then cracks into hearty laughter  \n\\\u003e\"The cheese on that line! Woof, it was worse than the pizza. If I do that again, you gotta be a little rough and bring me down. Like this.\"  \n\\\u003eShe throws you onto one of the beanbags and starts undressing you  \n\\\u003e\"Just don't overdo it. I've been a little pent up in my time here, and if you get me too hot and bothered...\"  \n\\\u003eShe turns around and drops her shorts with a flick of the tail  \n\\\u003eHer snowy rear billows out from the confinement, and you're given another look at her plump netherlips  \n\\\u003e\"...Then you won't be getting a head start when I make you run again.\"  \n\\\u003eVupel flops beside you, almost launching you off the beanbag  \n\\\u003eShe's leaning on her paw and directing your gaze to her piercing eyes  \n\\\u003eNever would you have imagined sleeping with a werewolf  \n\\\u003eCan she even be called a werewolf?  \n\\\u003eYou've never actually seen her change into a human  \n\\\u003eBut she feels better than a human  \n\\\u003eHer soft fur  \n\\\u003eHer earthly scent  \n\\\u003eHer wild, crimson eyes  \n\\\u003eEven things you wouldn't expect to find alluring, like her black nails sending chills down your spine as she grazes your skin from your hip up to your scalp  \n\\\u003eYou're so preoccupied with taking her whole body in you don't even notice when her paw wanders down  \n\\\u003e\"Now, what would you use to hunt a monster like me?\"  \n\\\u003eShe cups your own little beanbags, and you're soon coaxed to full erection  \n\\\u003e\"A rod? Ha! Nope, I'd just see that as a nice bone to chew on.\"  \n\\\u003eShe leans in and licks your full length a few times, then devours it with her muzzle  \n\\\u003eYou can feel her tongue press your shaft against the roof of her mouth firmly  \n\\\u003eHer teeth only pose as a warning to you while she sucks rhythmically, but it's that kind of threat that makes the act all the more thrilling  \n\\\u003eWhen you start edging a bit, Vupel releases your meat and taps it with a digit  \n\\\u003e\"You need a silver bullet for something like me. You know, that precious white stuff all the ladies love....\"  \n\\\u003eIt's starting to get a little cheesy again  \n\\\u003e\"Then what did I just tell you? Are you going to get rough now?\"  \n\\\u003eYou tug on her studded collar, and she laughs you off  \n\\\u003e\"We'll work on that. I can understand why you'd hesitate about getting my blood boiling.\"  \n\\\u003eWhen you continue to pull her collar she willingly rolls over onto you  \n\\\u003eHer arms are draped over your shoulders, and she's curled up at the waist to rub her groin up against your own  \n\\\u003e\"Ready whenever you are, Hunter.\"  \n\\\u003eShe bends even more to position herself in the right way for your entry  \n\\\u003eYou plunge inside Vupel, making her trill in pleasure  \n\\\u003eShe grabs you securely and starts off your thrusting by herself  \n\\\u003eIf you don't take lead, she's going to use you as a human sex toy  \n\\\u003eYou grab whatever tuffs of fur you can, controlling the gyrations at your own pace  \n\\\u003eShe growls and ruffs as you keep her from domineering you  \n\\\u003eThe collar!  \n\\\u003eYou slide your fingers under it and pull her in for another kiss  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess whimpers as you take the reins  \n\\\u003eYou give her what she wants: more speed and more energy  \n\\\u003eBut you do it on your own terms, bringing her to submission  \n\\\u003e\"Unnff...hah...oh, A-anon!\"  \n\\\u003eHer body spasms as she's taken by an early orgasm  \n\\\u003eYou're close yourself, but you keep it in check  \n\\\u003eYour pumping continues, and Vupel can't get much chance to recover before she's on the brink once again  \n\\\u003e\"A-ah-ANON! Please!\"  \n\\\u003eShe's begging for your release just as much as her own  \n\\\u003eThe encouragement is all you need at this point  \n\\\u003eYou give her the silver she so desperately wanted as you both climax at once  \n\\\u003eVupel's clawing at your back as she's brought down slowly  \n\\\u003eThe two of you pant heavily, washing over the other with hot breath  \n\\\u003eStill slightly rigid, the wolfess keeps you inside her as she pulls you tightly into her chest  \n\\\u003e\"Anon...so happy...met you....\"  \n\\\u003eWhen you're finally soft enough to slip free, she fully wraps her furry body around you  \n\\\u003e\"I...Anon...I think...love you....\"  \n\\\u003eIt's as though waiting for her confession is all that kept your stamina from waning  \n\\\u003eYour eyes open wide for a moment before they gradually droop shut  \n\\\u003eYou can hear Vupel's deep exhale of relaxation just before sleep takes you  \n  \n\\\u003eYou never noticed the small window in the office where no picture covered, but then again you've only been in Vupel's den at night  \n\\\u003eThere's a beam of light shining into the room, but it's the wolfess' grooming that stirs you  \n\\\u003eShe's slathering you with her tongue, enjoying your taste  \n\\\u003e\"Morning, sleepyhead. Guess even a Hunter can't hold off the night forever.\"  \n\\\u003eThere's a noticeable musk of sex in the room, but one to feel proud of  \n\\\u003e\"I tried cleaning you up as much as I could, but we might need to hit the showers.\"  \n\\\u003eVupel doesn't let you dress before you go to the employee locker rooms  \n\\\u003eHer bare body is just as beautiful as the night before, maybe even more so with her fur tousled from the romp  \n\\\u003eAnd yet, you enjoy the nakedness together as smitten lovers, rather than just lustful partners waiting for your libido to kick in  \n\\\u003eShe washes you up as you do the same for her  \n\\\u003eYou're scrubbing her back as she makes plans for the day  \n\\\u003e\"Gotta get some breakfast before you need to head out. Hope you come back earlier this time, though. You need to see the place when the sun sets.\"  \n\\\u003eHer tail wags as she rinses herself off  \n\\\u003e\"Tomorrow's the big night,\" she sighs. “I'll have to think of a good way we can celebrate.\"  \n\\\u003eShe grabs a towel to dry off, but first wraps it around your waist and pulls you in  \n\\\u003e\"Well, besides the obvious.\"  \n\\\u003eWith the two of you dry, you grab a bite from the cafeteria (yup, still nude) and then make the way back to Vupel's den  \n\\\u003eYou clearly know the way by now, but she stays a few steps ahead  \n\\\u003eWaving her tail and rocking her hips for you  \n\\\u003eYou're also more than capable of dressing yourself, but she insists on doing it for you  \n\\\u003eSo you try to reciprocate  \n\\\u003eShe dodges out of the way, making it a short game of tag to clothe the wolfess  \n\\\u003eAll fed and dressed, the two of you reluctantly make your way to the main entrance  \n\\\u003eYou plan on bringing more of your things over so you can stay at here longer  \n\\\u003e\"Sounds good,\" Vupel says with a grin  \n\\\u003eYou ask if she can at least walk you to your car  \n\\\u003eShe tries to maintain her hopeful expression, but her brow says otherwise  \n\\\u003e\"I wish I could even do that. Can't leave these walls at all. Just the roof, and I've even tried jumping off.\"  \n\\\u003eYou wince at the thought, though a creature like Vupel could probably do it unscathed  \n\\\u003eWhen you're right in the doorway, she demonstrates  \n\\\u003eHer paw catches a shimmering barrier like touching plastic wrap, but you hand passes through just fine  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, please don't leave me. I mean, for good. You wouldn't do that, right?\"  \n\\\u003eYou hold her firmly  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, I know you wouldn't,\" she croaks. “I just don't know how long I'll be trapped here. I don't want to be alone anymore, Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eYour fingers comb her fur as she wraps her head so far around your neck her muzzle practically touches your opposite shoulder  \n\\\u003e\"It's not about the sex, Anon. I swear. I love YOU. I...please.\"  \n\\\u003eYou don't expect to be apart from her for more than an hour or two, but she acts as though you're walking out of her life forever  \n\\\u003eBut you can't blame her  \n\\\u003eYou let her cling on until she's ready to release you, then she watches as you walk back to your car  \n\\\u003eYou don't want to take your eyes off her either, but apart from the driving risk you also don't want to see those sad eyes anymore  \n\\\u003eYou'll have to do everything you can to make sure you won't ever have to again  \n\\\u003eA part of you feels alone in your own life as well  \n\\\u003ePeople aren't asking where you are anymore, and your friends have pretty much written you off as a no-show for Halloween  \n\\\u003eFuck 'em  \n\\\u003eNot like they have girlfriends anyway, let alone a beautiful white wolfess  \n\\\u003eThe trip back to your place is both a blur and a crawling annoyance  \n\\\u003eYou don't stop for anything besides what you came for  \n\\\u003eYou make sure to stock up a few days' worth of supplies you might need before peeling off to Freak Factory  \n\\\u003eYou half expect another “hunt\" when you open the doors, but Vupel is ready to launch into your arms like a puppy waiting for her human to come home  \n\\\u003eWagging tail and all  \n\\\u003eWithout so much as a word she lifts you up and carries you off to grab some dinner  \n\\\u003eShe's humming the entire way to the cafeteria  \n\\\u003eThe rats are congregating in front of the refrigerators, but disperse when the wolfess approaches  \n\\\u003eVupel jerks open the fridge and growls  \n\\\u003e\"Dammit, Medafet.\"  \n\\\u003eShe turns around and shows you a fairly pricy bottle of liquor  \n\\\u003eSpiced with pumpkin, of course  \n\\\u003e\"Hope this doesn't turn you off, but it looks like we have spies in the walls.\"  \n\\\u003eShe glares at the rats that have crept back, scattering the swarm with just her look  \n\\\u003e\"Must have heard me complain about the drinks here. Still not going to let me out, but fine guilting me into taking her alcohol.\"  \n\\\u003eWell, she doesn't HAVE to drink it  \n\\\u003e\"But it's my favorite...\" she whines, caressing the bottle. “Ugghh, why does she do this? She wouldn't have to keep sending me this shit if I could just go home!\"  \n\\\u003eShe tosses the bottle back into the fridge before grabbing an armful of snacks  \n\\\u003e\"We'll save it for tomorrow.\"   \n  \n\\\u003eVupel was right, it's worth seeing the sun set from the Freak Factory  \n\\\u003eThe two of you sit on the roof with the glow of twilight as your feature presentation  \n\\\u003eThe dinner aftermath lies strewn about, and sure enough the rats play custodian to clean up  \n\\\u003eYou started off side by side, but now you're sitting in her lap  \n\\\u003eIt's the fuzziest seat you've ever felt, one that comforts you in the shape of your body  \n\\\u003e\"As heartbreaking as it was to miss Halloween last year, I gotta say it was nice to pretend I was part of it. You might not have the ears for it, but there's the sound of music and happy people over on those streets when the festivities begin.\"  \n\\\u003eShe points out to the adjacent town, where decorative cobblestone and Victorian streetlamps give a traditional look to an otherwise modernized little community  \n\\\u003e\"But you probably won't hear it after all. We'll be making enough noise on our own.\"  \n\\\u003e\\\u003eThe wolfess leads in and nibbles you ear  \n\\\u003e\"Still, it'll be nice ambiance, and this time I won't feel like wringing some necks out of jealousy.\"  \n\\\u003eNecks?  \n\\\u003eWait...  \n\\\u003eYou had a suspicion something was off about Vupel, and now you notice she's missing her silver-studded collar  \n\\\u003e\"Huh? Oh, son of a bitch. Must have left it in the locker rooms when we took our shower. Whatever, I'll get it later.\"  \n\\\u003eYou offer to run and get it anyway  \n\\\u003eAfter all, it really suits her, and you kind of want to see it reflect in the sun's rays  \n\\\u003e\"Ha, suit yourself, weirdo. Just remember not to take too long getting it, because you know what will happen next, Hunter....\"  \n\\\u003eYou dash inside and down the stairs  \n\\\u003eThrough the corridors and to the employee lockers  \n\\\u003eThe collar is sitting nice and neat on the benches  \n\\\u003eA little TOO nicely...  \n\\\u003eIn fact, it doesn't look exactly the same as you remember  \n\\\u003eThe silver studs are now gold, and the accessory is sitting atop a small envelope  \n\\\u003eOh no, now what?  \n\\\u003eYou carefully open up the letter, anticipating more guidance from your pen pal “M\"  \n\\\u003eRight away you can tell it's not the same writer  \n\\\u003e[You're doing good work, sport. Keep it up!]  \n\\\u003e[Hope you can continue to show the girl a good time. Nobody should have to spend the greatest holiday of the year by themselves.]  \n\\\u003e[Make sure you give this to her before the big night. And keep this our little secret, alright?]  \n\\\u003e[I'm rooting for you, champ!]  \n\\\u003e[~Vee]  \n\\\u003eWell, the advice you've gotten from mysterious strangers hasn't been wrong yet...  \n\\\u003eYou hide the letter away and take the collar back to Vupel  \n\\\u003eShe's sunbathing in what's left of the evening light, with a smile on her peaceful face  \n\\\u003e\"There you are,\" she sings. “I was just about to come looking for my Hunter.\"  \n\\\u003eShe snorts briefly as you return to your spot in her lap  \n\\\u003e\"I've become my mother with that sappy garbage. I caught her calling dad by her little pet name she has for him, and I almost got thrown out by the scruff of my neck.\"  \n\\\u003eYou're about to ask Vupel about her parents when she squeezes you in a full-body hug  \n\\\u003e\"But you haven't stopped me once. You're fine with being my Hunter, right?\"  \n\\\u003eYou manage to find her muzzle in the mass of white fur and give her a smooch on the snout  \n\\\u003eShe pulls you in even tighter, enveloping you in her toasty coat  \n\\\u003e\"Did you find it?\"  \n\\\u003eOh, yeah  \n\\\u003eYou probably shouldn't mention the letter, like you were instructed  \n\\\u003eYou pull out the collar and clasp it on for her  \n\\\u003eIn the sunset's glow you can't even tell the silver studs are actually gold  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't seem to tell the difference  \n\\\u003eMaybe it'll surprise her more when she finds out naturally?  \n\\\u003e\"Anon....\"  \n\\\u003eYou can feel the swell of her chest as she prepares a sigh of peace to usher in the night sky  \n\\\u003eBut instead of a regular exhale she lets out a slow, unwavering howl to fill the landscape  \n\\\u003eYou can feel the reverberation through your back, nearly pushing you into joining her  \n\\\u003eIt's just one note, but the “OOOooo\" sounds like the end to the most heartfelt “I love you\" in history  \n\\\u003e\"I can already tell this is going to be the greatest Halloween I've ever had.\"  \n\\\u003eYou feel the same way  \n  \n\n* * *\n  \n\n**Part 2**\n\n\\\u003eOctober 31st  \n\\\u003eThe big day  \n\\\u003eOr it would be if you could go out and participate  \n\\\u003eInstead, you'll be spending the night with your white wolfess lover  \n\\\u003eHonestly not a bad tradeoff  \n\\\u003eVupel is a little broken up about it, but she reminds herself she won't be spending it alone this year  \n\\\u003eIt's late afternoon, and you check up on the wolfess to see how she's holding up  \n\\\u003eShe's in the cafeteria, wrangling all the rats and tying little orange and black party hats to their heads  \n\\\u003e\"Hold still, you little bastards!\" she barks at them. “This is your punishment for spying on me and my Hunter. Now you get to spend the whole night with us!\"  \n\\\u003eVupel is still oblivious to her “new\" collar and its gold studs  \n\\\u003eAt least until she catches you staring at her  \n\\\u003e\"What's up, Anon? I don't think I've given you a reason to be gawking at me just yet.\"  \n\\\u003eYou cover's blown, so maybe now it's time to confess  \n\\\u003eYou tell her about the collar, and she instinctively touches it  \n\\\u003e\"Wait, WHAT?\"  \n\\\u003eShe rushes to a mirror in the cafeteria kitchen and tugs at it  \n\\\u003e\"When did this happen?\"  \n\\\u003eWell...  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess grits her teeth  \n\\\u003e\"Let me guess, another gift from Medafet?\"  \n\\\u003eThis time is was from a “Vee\", but maybe it's just better to shrug your shoulders considering how Vupel's been reacting so far  \n\\\u003eShe looks ready to rip the collar off, but relents  \n\\\u003e\"You know, I used to think she was being spiteful, like guilting me for relying on her food and gifts. Maybe she's just being a caretaker after all. An obnoxious one, yeah, but still looking out for me.\"  \n\\\u003eShe taps on the studs, waiting for something to happen  \n\\\u003e\"Guess it's just jewelry. Great.\"  \n\\\u003eThat's when you actually look at her reflection  \n\\\u003eVupel looks like a cheap costume in the mirror  \n\\\u003eHer eyes are goofy and spaced, and her tongue is sticking out  \n\\\u003eHer body is covered in felt and cheap fake fur  \n\\\u003eIt doesn't have any definite curves either, just lumps where joints would be  \n\\\u003eIt's shocking, but also a little humorous  \n\\\u003e\"Alright, what's so funny, bub?\"  \n\\\u003eThe true wolfess is exactly as she should be  \n\\\u003eYou explain what you see, and Vupel looks flustered  \n\\\u003e\"Damn that shriveled cat. Leave it to her to put an ugly glamour on me  \n\\\u003eThen an epiphany strikes her  \n\\\u003e\"Wait, if humans see me as a costume...I could run around in their world!\"  \n\\\u003eBut does it only work in reflections?  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess cycles through several different expressions  \n\\\u003eFirst disappointment, then stern calculation, then embarrassment  \n\\\u003e\"I, uh, think you may be an exception. You'll see the real me everywhere but in mirrors and cameras. I'll have to explain it later....\"  \n\\\u003eShe's back to disappointment again  \n\\\u003e\"But all this means jack shit if I can't leave the building.\"  \n\\\u003eWouldn't hurt to try again, right?  \n\\\u003e\"You're going to get my hopes up just to break my heart, huh? Fine, let's do it. Grab your things just in case.\"  \n\\\u003eThere's a little hope in her eyes  \n\\\u003eYou head back to her room for your jacket and other belongings  \n\\\u003eVupel returns wearing her torn dress and bandages  \n\\\u003e\"Might as well go all out!\"  \n\\\u003eSeems risky to be wearing what she uses to scare intruders  \n\\\u003eSpeaking of which, isn't she afraid of anyone breaking in while the place is empty?  \n\\\u003e\"Call it a hunch,\" she scowls, “but I think my 'caretaker' will stop them. After all, you were the last one to bother...uh, visit me. You'd think others would have shown up by now.\"  \n\\\u003eIf she says so  \n\\\u003e\"By the way, I grabbed some stuff from around the place for you.\"  \n\\\u003eShe hands you a pile of clothes and props  \n\\\u003eThere's a sleek hat, leather gloves, and thick scarf that all go with your jacket  \n\\\u003eAn antiquated (and fake) pistol  \n\\\u003eSome kind of baroque axe or sword; it's too overdesigned to tell the difference  \n\\\u003e\"If you're gonna be my Hunter, you need to look the part.\"  \n\\\u003eYou make your way to the front doors, and Vupel flings them open  \n\\\u003eThe twilight sun is out there waiting  \n\\\u003eWhen she tries to leave, the barrier stops her again  \n\\\u003e\"Fuck! All that hope for nothing!\"  \n\\\u003eHer eyes get misty  \n\\\u003eNo, you can't let her miss this night  \n\\\u003eYou have to try SOMETHING...  \n\\\u003eYou walk through where the barrier would be, pausing when you hear Vupel whine  \n\\\u003eYou reach out a hand and grab her paw  \n\\\u003eReady?  \n\\\u003eShe closes her eyes as you pull her through  \n\\\u003eNo resistance, no pain, no terrible sounds  \n\\\u003eIt's a little anticlimactic  \n\\\u003eBut she did it  \n\\\u003eShe's outside  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess opens her crimson eyes to the fiery sunset  \n\\\u003e\"I don't believe it. This has to be a prank, right?\"  \n\\\u003eYou give her some space to take in the fresh air as though it were her first time breathing it  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't need to take too long for it, though  \n\\\u003e\"You're good luck, Hunter. Stick close, because I'm gonna need a good wingman tonight!\"  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eYou hop into your car with the wolfess  \n\\\u003eShe's a little cramped, but couldn't care less  \n\\\u003eShe's fidgeting restlessly in her seat  \n\\\u003eNow that you're out of the glaring sun, you notice the gold studs on her collar are still glowing  \n\\\u003eIt's weird, but at worst it'll look like some kind of costume effect  \n\\\u003eThe once quiet little nearby town has been transformed by the holiday festivities  \n\\\u003e\"SiniStreet\"  \n\\\u003eThe roads are already filled with eager souls milling about  \n\\\u003eOrange lights connect the buildings like telephone wires  \n\\\u003eJack-o-lanterns and little rubber bats can be seen at all times, no matter where you look  \n\\\u003eAlmost nobody is without costume  \n\\\u003eYou find a parking spot and Vupel shoots out like a dog at the park  \n\\\u003eIt already feels better than any Halloween you can remember  \n\\\u003eAnd yet there's a brief thought of cynicism that crosses your mind  \n\\\u003eVupel DID say she would have taken the first human she could, and even though she's fallen for you specifically you can't shake the feeling of being upstaged by some of the other human men here  \n\\\u003eHowever, it's a fear that's entirely unwarranted  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess has you in a headlock as you walk down the main street  \n\\\u003e\"So many happy people...I want to show them all who's having the BEST time! Where do we start first?\"  \n\\\u003eThis is HER night  \n\\\u003eWhatever she wants is what you'll do  \n\\\u003eShe releases your head so she can take your hand instead  \n\\\u003eThe two of you go tearing through the crowd joyfully  \n\\\u003eThe crisp autumn air is exhilarating as you race through it  \n\\\u003eYou get some amused looks from other people, but none of them know they're watching an actual wolf run past  \n\\\u003eGuess that collar really works  \n\\\u003eBut was one of the studs always dull looking?  \n\\\u003e\"Anon, haunted house!\"  \n\\\u003eWhat? She lives in one!  \n\\\u003e\"This is different! I don't get to experience it from an outsider's eyes!  \n\\\u003eA trailer truck had pulled in a mobile, janky looking haunted house for SiniStreet  \n\\\u003eIt's cheaply made and not scary in the slightest, but it still manages to get a couple of screams out of other partygoers  \n\\\u003eVupel is completely unfazed by the spooks, but she fakes a yell to fit in with the others  \n\\\u003ePretty soon you're laughing at her forced reactions and ignoring the entire haunted house  \n\\\u003eNext is the midway with games and carnies galore  \n\\\u003eYou expected to lose all your money on rigged games, but Vupel's impressive strength overcomes everything from bottle toppling to bell ringing  \n\\\u003eOf all the prizes she could win, she chooses a small stuffed dog with little soft horns and a spade tail  \n\\\u003e\"Bork bork barf barf nom,\" she says, bopping you on the cheek repeatedly with the toy hellhound like it's eating your face  \n\\\u003eShe must be dropping a hint, because you're getting pretty hungry yourself  \n\\\u003ePizzas, corn dogs, fries loaded with all kinds of junk, pies...  \n\\\u003eVupel demonstrates her insatiable appetite to other diners by devouring it all  \n\\\u003eThough the sheer volume isn't what draws most of the attention to her  \n\\\u003eTo them it probably looks like some girl is stuffing her costume with food, shoving it down the mouth hole  \n\\\u003eYou wipe some errant sauce off her lips, but she grabs your fingers and licks it off  \n\\\u003e\"I wasn't finished with that!\" she laughs  \n\\\u003eHer childlike sense of wonder is intoxicating, but then you're hit with a sobering sight  \n\\\u003eThree of the studs are no longer glowing as they were when you first left Freak Factory  \n\\\u003eYou check the time, knowing you won't like what you see  \n\\\u003eIt's been three hours since she's broken out of her cage  \n\\\u003e\"You better not be thinking of leaving soon,\" Vupel says as she pulls you in for a crushing hug  \n\\\u003eNo, you tell her  \n\\\u003eShe can take as much time as she wants  \n\\\u003eAs you pass some portable toilets she elbows you in the ribs  \n\\\u003e\"Nature calls. Heh, brought my own toilet paper, too. Be right back.\"  \n\\\u003eYou hang around some nearby vendor huts in the meantime  \n\\\u003eOne of them looks almost deserted, and everyone on the streets is completely ignoring it  \n\\\u003eBut the silk tapestries hanging inside are magnificent, and you feel their incredible weave  \n\\\u003eEven one that's fairly plain, just a solid blood-red, catches your eye  \n\\\u003e\"See anything that intrigues you, dear?\"  \n\\\u003eOne of the tapestries moves  \n\\\u003eIt's actually a robe  \n\\\u003eWorn by a towering figure that can barely fit in the stall, looming over you  \n\\\u003eShe has a face of a cat, hairless and sickly yellow, with nails just as long as the fingers they extend from  \n\\\u003eIn spite of her appearance she has a wide, friendly grin  \n\\\u003e\"It's so good to meet you face-to-face at last, Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eNo, not creepy in the slightest  \n\\\u003eBut does that mean?  \n\\\u003eM?  \n\\\u003e\"'M' for mmmm-Medafet, yes,\" the cat lady purrs  \n\\\u003eHer unsettling aura is one thing, but Vupel probably wouldn't want to see you around the woman she's been bitter about all this time....  \n\\\u003e\"I know, sadly,\" Medafet sighs when you express your concerns.  \n\\\u003e“She can be an angry child, but I can see where it is warranted. I take the brunt of her ire so that she spares her parents the same treatment. I've watched her family grow, perhaps a little distant at times, and I don't want to see it fractured because of a little bad blood.\"  \n\\\u003eThe cat moves her massive claws all around you, as though divining a crystal ball  \n\\\u003e\"I don't have much time before she returns, but I needed to see this love of hers for myself. A blessing, frankly.\"  \n\\\u003eAnd you got it?  \n\\\u003eMedafet's lips pull back too far for her head to be possible in a Cheshire smile  \n\\\u003e\"Indeed.\"  \n\\\u003eYou thank the cat woman tentatively, worried she's just setting you up for some kind of trap  \n\\\u003e\"Oh, and Anon? Please remember to have the girl home by a respectable time.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Anon!\"  \n\\\u003eVupel is running toward you  \n\\\u003eThe thought of her running into Medafet here makes you brace yourself, but when you turn back around the cat is gone  \n\\\u003eSo are all the tapestries  \n\\\u003e\"What's with you and exploring abandoned places?\" the wolfess says  \n\\\u003eShe gives you a punch to the arm playfully  \n\\\u003eAnother collar stud winks out  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eVupel's desire to sample everything the party has to offer soon leads to you exhausting the whole place  \n\\\u003eSo, it's to be expected that she wants to make another lap around the streets to take in what she missed the first time  \n\\\u003eYou're bouncing between food stalls when the wolfess stops cold  \n\\\u003e\"Hey, see that guy up on the stage?\" she whispers  \n\\\u003eVupel's pointing to a man surveying the crowds while the band sets up behind him  \n\\\u003eHe is richly dressed, though his black locks of hair are tied into multiple tendril-like braids  \n\\\u003e\"One of those freaky eldritch types,\" she continues, wiggling her fingers under her mouth like tentacles  \n\\\u003eVupel steers you off the main street and into a side alley  \n\\\u003e\"Probably just runs the party, but hell if I'm going out there if he knows I'm supposed to be in exile.\"  \n\\\u003eWould he really still care a year later?  \n\\\u003e\"Pfft. Monsters share a pretty tight bond. They look out for their own, but they're not afraid of a little 'discipline', especially if it's done to keep everyone hidden from the humans. If this really is HIS event, he knows there's a wolf nearby supposed to be locked up.\"  \n\\\u003eThe two of you keep to the crowds but away from the heaviest, congested foot traffic  \n\\\u003e\"Hey, Anon! Photo booth!\"  \n\\\u003eShe tosses you inside and shuts the door  \n\\\u003e\"Nice, some extra privacy if you want to share a moment...or screw. Ha! Up to you!\"  \n\\\u003eShe plants a kiss on your cheek, then nips at your neck  \n\\\u003eAren't the pictures going to come out with the glamour still on?  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, I guess so. Or maybe it's just a temporary illusion, I don't know. But we have the memories, and it'd be funny to show your friends the goofy-looking costume your girlfriend has on, right?\"  \n\\\u003eCan't argue with that  \n\\\u003e\"Let's start with a nice one, then we'll get creative.\"  \n\\\u003eThe first couple are sweet poses, just you and your wolfess making lovey-dovey eyes and smiling warmly  \n\\\u003eThough if the pictures come out the way you think, it'll be a little weird to see you making out with a costume  \n\\\u003eThen you do a couple of saucy ones  \n\\\u003eLike one where she has both paws up your shirt and around your neck, or another where her dress is hiked up shoving her furry rump right in your face  \n\\\u003eThen you try whatever spur-of-the-moment style you can think of  \n\\\u003eOne where she's wearing your hat and you're gagged with her extra bandages  \n\\\u003eOne where you've “slain the nightmare\" and have her slumped over in your lap  \n\\\u003eOne where the perspective makes it look like she's about to eat you whole  \n\\\u003eOne where it looks like you're both dead tired after a night of debauchery  \n\\\u003e...Guess she wants to do another like that  \n\\\u003eYou pretend to poke her, like you're disturbing a slumbering beast  \n\\\u003e...Another one?  \n\\\u003eVupel?  \n\\\u003eThat's when you notice the last glowing collar stud fade away  \n\\\u003e\"Anon,\" she mewls. “So...tired.\"  \n\\\u003eYou have to catch her from slumping over onto her face  \n\\\u003e\"Feels like...I'm being pulled. Anon...I want to go back.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's whining softly, as though on the verge of tears  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess is heavy, but with worry-filled adrenaline you manage to carry her out of the booth  \n\\\u003e\"Anon...so sorry...ruined the night.\"  \n\\\u003eShe's shivering and sobbing softly  \n\\\u003eYou whisper reassuring words to her as you try to move as fast as you can back to your car  \n\\\u003eOnlookers stare at you, but they probably assume she's just another wasted party animal  \n\\\u003eTheir eyes follow you down the street, but suddenly they all act like the two of you don't exist anymore  \n\\\u003eThey're all so still, blocking your path  \n\\\u003eYou turn around in a panic, only to come face-to-face with the “eldritch man\"  \n\\\u003eYou expected to see anger or something maddening if he caught you tonight, but he only looks to you with pity  \n\\\u003e\"I think it's time you took her home,\" he rumbles  \n\\\u003eYou nod  \n\\\u003eThe world wavers, and you're at the turnstiles of Freak Factory once more  \n\\\u003eEvery step closer to the building seems to give Vupel some peace  \n\\\u003eOnce you're through the front doors she calms down entirely  \n\\\u003eYou didn't think you would have the strength to make it back to your car (which is probably still back in town), but you can at least take her to her room  \n\\\u003eYou lay her gently on a beanbag chair and carefully remove some bandages from her costume for comfort  \n\\\u003e\"Thank you, Hunter,\" she chuckles weakly  \n\\\u003eYou give her a kiss on the muzzle and curl up beside her  \n\\\u003eVupel burrows into your jacket as much as she can  \n\\\u003eYour eyes wander as you wait for the adrenaline to subside  \n\\\u003eThe last thing you focus on before drifting to sleep is the ripped picture of the dark wolf and red-covered human  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eVupel is awake before you, knees pulled to her chest and playing with her dress  \n\\\u003e\"Mornin',\" she says dejectedly. “Really cocked it up last night, didn't I?\"  \n\\\u003eActually, you had a great time  \n\\\u003eDidn't she?  \n\\\u003e\"Well, yeah, it was amazing. Maybe too much so. Now I have a taste of what it's like again, and I'll probably never be allowed to go out ever after getting caught.\"  \n\\\u003eHer eyes close and her teeth are bared  \n\\\u003e\"Now I wish we never went. I'm never going to have a Halloween as good as that again!\"  \n\\\u003eDoes she mean it?  \n\\\u003eDoes she really want to take that all back?  \n\\\u003eYou pull out the photo booth strips and the little toy hellhound you had strapped to your jacket pocket for safekeeping  \n\\\u003eSurprisingly you see Vupel's real form in them now  \n\\\u003e\"...No, you're right. I want those memories for life.\"  \n\\\u003eShe takes the strip and tears off the ones at the end, where she's no longer having fun  \n\\\u003e\"'Cept for these. We can forget these.\"  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess looks like her usual self in more ways than one  \n\\\u003eAnd even though the studs on her collar are no longer glowing, you definitely think she looks better in gold than silver  \n\\\u003e\"Bet this was all Medafet's fault. She probably knew if the night ended on a shitty note I wouldn't want to go out again.\"  \n\\\u003eVupel's sour look dissolves into shame  \n\\\u003e\"No,\" she sighs. “It's not her fault. It never was, and I've been an unfair bitch to keep blaming her. She's done nothing but help me through this. I don't deserve her support. I don't...I don't deserve YOU, Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eWhen you approach for a hug, she backs away  \n\\\u003eYou take off your jacket, never taking your eyes off her  \n\\\u003e\"What are you—“  \n\\\u003eYou lunge at Vupel and wrap her into the jacket, then into a tight squeeze  \n\\\u003e\"N-no, Anon. I don't deserve—“  \n\\\u003eYou put a finger on her snout  \n\\\u003eNo more tears  \n\\\u003eHer laughs are strained, but full of happiness  \n\\\u003e\"You're right. Heh, you're right, Anon. Thank you. I couldn't have asked for a better mate.\"  \n\\\u003eIt makes your day just to hear that word coming from her  \n\\\u003eShe rubs the sleeves of your jacket  \n\\\u003e\"It's nice, but I'd like to wear the one you gave me.\"  \n\\\u003eYou hand her your older one, and she looks to her costume  \n\\\u003e\"Might need a wash first, but I think we should wear these later just for one more night, huh? We still have that pumpkin liquor, and I don't think the rats managed to get their little party hats off yet.\"  \n\\\u003eShe slips out of her dress and puts it neatly in the corner, then zips herself into her jacket  \n\\\u003eYou're tugged to your feet as the wolfess dusts you off  \n\\\u003e\"Breakfast?\"  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eIt's actually lunchtime when the two of you reach the cafeteria  \n\\\u003eJust like Vupel said, the rats are still running around in their cone hats, jousting with each other  \n\\\u003e\"Might need to start drinking early,\" she says, turning the bottle around in her paws. “Then again, maybe we should hold off for a little while. I'd like to talk about...well, us.\"  \n\\\u003eThe wolfess looks at you sheepishly  \n\\\u003e\"I was hoping I could talk you into staying with me. You know, moving in. We got everything you could need here, as long as Medafet's footing the bill. And we're not too far from your friends and family, right?\"  \n\\\u003eLiving in a haunted mansion attraction?  \n\\\u003eA little weird, but it's not like it scares you  \n\\\u003eAnd you can't imagine leaving Vupel all alone anymore  \n\\\u003eCome to think of it, you haven't even tried to leave the house since last night  \n\\\u003eShe smiles; first warily, then confidently  \n\\\u003e\"Hey, I'll take care of you, don't worry. Gotta pay my Hunter back after last night.\"  \n\\\u003eThere's a serious look on her face  \n\\\u003e\"No, not just last night. You saved my hide in so many ways. I was going to be a nasty, self-destructive mutt if you hadn't come along. Thanks, Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eShe flips the bottle in her paw a few times  \n\\\u003eSo anything you want I'll see what I can do. This is your home too, and I want you to feel like it is. We'll make it wo—“  \n\\\u003eBANG  \n\\\u003eThe sound of the front doors blasting open reaches all the way to the cafeteria  \n\\\u003e\"WHERE'S MY LITTLE GIRL HIDING?\"  \n\\\u003eVupel freezes up  \n\\\u003eThe bottle falls to the ground and the neck snaps off  \n\\\u003ePumpkin liquor pours onto the floor, and a cluster of rats comes to drink it up  \n\\\u003e\"Mom?\" Vupel says breathlessly  \n\\\u003eShe takes off toward the entrance, with you lagging at her heels  \n\\\u003eWhen you reach the foyer, there's someone waiting  \n\\\u003eAnother wolfess  \n\\\u003eThe one from the photograph in Vupel's room  \n\\\u003eDark fur, ripped jeans, a leather jacket with a plush collar, a spiked bracelet, and a gorgeous jeweled chocker  \n\\\u003eShe carries herself with intensity and a devilish grin, but there's also tenderness to her presence  \n\\\u003eHer body is built with muscle, but there's notable softness to her wide hips and voluminous breasts  \n\\\u003eA byproduct of a fruitful motherhood, likely  \n\\\u003eThe resemblance to Vupel is uncanny  \n\\\u003e\"There she is!\" the dark wolfess laughs  \n\\\u003eVupel leaps into her arms, eyes welling up  \n\\\u003eThe white wolfess buries her face into her mother's chest, whining and mumbling incomprehensibly  \n\\\u003e\"Shhh, I know you are, kiddo. I already chewed your gramps out for letting you do this in the first place. Almost ripped one of his heads off.\"  \n\\\u003eMore mumbling from Vupel, this time with higher inflection  \n\\\u003e\"Of course! That's why I'm here! I think you've had to struggle alone here long enough.\"  \n\\\u003eShe pulls the white wolfess out of her bosom  \n\\\u003e\"And I gotta apologize right back, kiddo. You were ready to come home a long time ago, but I persuaded Aunt Meddy to keep you here just a bit longer.\"  \n\\\u003eVupel's eyes go wide  \n\\\u003e\"W-what?\" she says  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah,\" the dark wolfess sighs. “It's my fault. I can't let the ol' cat take the heat for this, even if she did it willingly. She just wanted to be the scapegoat and keep us from being angry at each other, but we're tough dogs, right?\"  \n\\\u003eThe mother wolfess strokes the top of her daughter's head  \n\\\u003e\"I guess I was hoping you could get a nice date in time for Halloween, like how I met your father. If you hadn't, I would have come get you so you wouldn't miss the big night. I swear it.\"  \n\\\u003eThe dark wolfess turns to you  \n\\\u003e\"And this must be Anon. Boy, I've heard a LOT about you in just a few short days!\"  \n\\\u003eShe extends a paw for a handshake  \n\\\u003e\"Volfa.\"  \n\\\u003eYou take her paw, and you're pulled into her pillowy chest  \n\\\u003e\"Good taste must run in the family. If I were my little girl's age and hadn't met her father yet....\"  \n\\\u003e\"Mother, please,\" Vupel groans  \n\\\u003eVolfa just laughs some more  \n\\\u003e\"That's what moms do! They mess with their little girls! And I have to make up for lost time, don't I?\"  \n\\\u003eYou're given a chance to breathe as Volfa holds both of you around the neck  \n\\\u003e\"You're part of the family now, Anon. From what I hear, the two of you had a pretty good time last night, huh?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Yeah, it was amazing,\" Vupel says, staring into your eyes  \n\\\u003e\"Glad to hear it! You probably had it better than your brothers and sisters. They had to organize their own entertainment, since your father and I wanted to get away for a little...'private' night of our own.\"  \n\\\u003e\"Mom, stop!\"  \n\\\u003e\"Don't worry, kiddo. We didn't do anything to expand the family just yet.\"  \n\\\u003eShe gives a strong slap to her belly, hitting the steel of her abs with a loud clap  \n\\\u003eIf wolves could blush, Vupel would probably be as red as her eyes by now  \n\\\u003eSpeaking of which, Volfa pulls a crimson bandana from her own jacket and tucks it under her daughter's collar  \n\\\u003eGold embroidery spells out “Vupel\" near one of the corners  \n\\\u003e\"A little something from your father. Really brings out your eyes.\"  \n\\\u003eIt really does  \n\\\u003eVolfa gives the place a look around and whistles  \n\\\u003e\"Not bad. Might have to convince the old man to bring Halloween here next year. There's enough space for everyone.\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa gives her daughter a pat on the back and a gentle shove forward  \n\\\u003e\"Why don't you start packing your stuff up. We'll be there in a minute to help out.\"  \n\\\u003e\"O-okay,\" Vupel says  \n\\\u003eYou imagine her raunchy posters will be the first things she tries to hide  \n\\\u003eWhen it's just you and Volfa, the dark wolfess gives you a merry grin  \n\\\u003e\"Thanks, Anon, for taking care of my little girl. Didn't want to embarrass her TOO much, but I know she has a thing for humans. Takes after her mother, that one. So since she's so smitten with you, I'd like to ask you something.\"  \n\\\u003eShe walks you forward, the two of you slowly making your way to Vupel's bedroom  \n\\\u003e\"Want to live with us in the monster world? I'm sure my hubby would like to have another human to talk to now and then, and you can always come back to visit when you want.\"  \n\\\u003eA whole world of monsters  \n\\\u003eWell, after being used to all the fake ones in Freak Factory, very little will probably spook you now  \n\\\u003eVolfa pats you on the shoulder  \n\\\u003e\"That's what I like to hear!\"  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eWaiting out in front of Freak Factory this evening is the old man who gave you a lift back home the first night you met Vupel  \n\\\u003eOnly this time, the saggy skin on the man's face has been taken off to show the ghoulish tissue underneath  \n\\\u003eGuess monsters need to air themselves out once in a while  \n\\\u003eHim and Volfa are busy stuffing the white wolfess' stuff into his car  \n\\\u003eYou and Vupel are sitting on the front steps watching the sunset  \n\\\u003eDespite being locked up for so long in the building, this is exactly where she wants to be with you right now  \n\\\u003e\"Would you believe me if I said I'm going to miss this place?\" she says  \n\\\u003eYou shrug  \n\\\u003eSuppose it's only natural to grow attached to places you're stuck in for so long  \n\\\u003e\"Well, you shouldn't. Ha! I'm ready to leave this dump behind. It was YOU who made it special, after all, and you're coming with us!\"  \n\\\u003eVupel pulls you into a hug  \n\\\u003eEvery time the old man and Volfa turn their backs, the white wolfess gives you a lick on the cheek, like a game  \n\\\u003ePretty soon, you're suspicious Volfa is doing this on purpose for her daughter's sake  \n\\\u003e\"Gotta say, old habits die hard,\" Vupel says. “I really don't think I can stay satisfied just coming out here once per year. Really want to see more of the human world, but I can't get you in trouble, too.\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa slams the trunk with a deafening bang, jolting the two of you out of your conversation  \n\\\u003eThe dark wolfess leans against the car and folds her arms  \n\\\u003e\"Well I didn't think your time away was going to change that,\" she chuckles. “Gee, if only there were some way you could freely walk around with the humans like you were one of them....\"  \n\\\u003eShe raps a claw on her jeweled chocker, staring at Vupel's own studded collar  \n\\\u003e\"Maybe if SOMEONE acts reaaally nice for Aunt Meddy, she can hook them up with something more permanent to help with that, hmm?\"  \n\\\u003eVupel lets out an exasperated moan  \n\\\u003e\"I knew it! She's going to guilt me into this, isn't she?\"  \n\\\u003eVolfa roars with laughter, opening the door for you and your wolfess  \n\\\u003e\"She definitely stays a step ahead of the curve, trust me,\" the motherly wolfess says. “It's how she teaches her lessons. Just be glad it's not your gramps you have to apologize to. He'd make you grovel in front of each of his heads, then STILL put you on a curfew.\"  \n\\\u003eThe passenger seat remains empty as Volfa squeezes between the two of you in the back, putting her arms back behind both your heads  \n\\\u003eYou can sense a little jealousy in Vupel's eyes, as though she plans on showing you who REALLY deserves to have you at her side later on  \n\\\u003eMaybe Volfa's just as keen on staying one step ahead?  \n\\\u003e\"Well, I'm sure she thinks you've done your time as well,\" Volfa says. “And if you have to be cooped up for a while in the human world, I know of a nice little hideaway your father and I used to use.\"  \n\\\u003eShe pulls you both under her bosom once more  \n\\\u003e\"Just be sure to knock first, in case we're still in there! Haha!\"  \n\\\u003e\"Mom...\" Vupel grumbles  \n\\\u003eWith the two of you so close under the dark wolfess' chest, you sneak a quick kiss  \n\\\u003eVupel gives you a wink and mouths silently  \n\\\u003e\"Happy Halloween, Hunter.\"  \n  \n  \n  \n\\\u003eThe end","series":{"name":"Hair of the Dog","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662190-hair-of-the-dog.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662195-hair-of-the-dog-monsters-mistletoe.json"}}