{"sf1_id":1683766,"sf2_id":"lmXNLBw1","title":"Digital companion part 1","author":"Bizmass","words":1697,"posted_at":"2021-02-11T02:21:40.000Z","tags":["Canine","Gay","HMOMA/","Human","Human Male on Anthro Male","Human on Anthro","M/M","Monster"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1683766-digital-companion-part-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/lmXNLBw1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b7/85/b7855a98-ed59-4027-864d-a8ac34126c10","description":"Imported from SF2 with no description.","content":"\u0026gt;A text message  \n\u0026gt;It was going to be one of those again, wasn't it?  \n\u0026gt;You sigh, picking up your phone and sliding your finger in all sorts and manners about the screen, undoing the lock and tapping the message notification.  \n\u0026gt;Another one of those pictures.  \n\u0026gt;This time, whatever the damned beast was; it was closer, nearer.  \n\u0026gt;The view was right outside your home, and while being nestled away in the wilds was appealing, almost safer...  \n\u0026gt;This was not one of those times.  \n\u0026gt;You could barely see your houselights through the raging thunderstorm, it was pouring.  \n\u0026gt;You knew who the sender was, and that only made things even worse.  \n\u0026gt;Some beast-person-monster, with an inviting, welcoming face-that being a wolf skull; with two beady, white eyes staring back at you.  \n\u0026gt;Their form was visible underneath black fur, a figure with wide hips, a nice butt and feminine splendor-but whatever creature it was, it lacked the breasts to fit the buxom appearance.  \n\u0026gt;Unfortunately for them, you weren't a straight shooter.  \n\u0026gt;It was clearly trying to be seductive, striking poses, showing its assets-none of that relieved your horror.  \n\u0026gt;The monster was more gutsy; you had clearly seen it out hunting for the last few days, now locking yourself away in your home.  \n\u0026gt;Shooting at it would only bring things into an even more unknown territory-who knew if weaponry could work against something so...otherworldly.  \n\u0026gt;So, with the doors locked, blinds closed and the bigger windows barricaded-you waited.  \n\u0026gt;Would it pop out at you?  \n\u0026gt;Would it smash through your meager, minuscule defenses?  \n\u0026gt;None of that.  \n\u0026gt;Instead, your desperate mental ramblings were interrupted by a polite, but firm knocking at the door.  \n\u0026gt;what.jpg  \n\u0026gt;Your mind first went to the thought that it was a ruse, a ploy to get you out of your bedroom and approach it.  \n\u0026gt;Or, it fucking knocked at the door.  \n\u0026gt;Another text message.  \n\u0026gt;You open it, your phone still unlocked and on.  \n\u0026gt;\"Cold. Please let me in.\"  \n\u0026gt;no  \n\u0026gt;You decide to text back.  \n\u0026gt;\"How about no?'  \n\u0026gt;Sent.  \n\u0026gt;Yet another one.  \n\u0026gt;\"Im soaking wet the storms scary!\"  \n\u0026gt;You swear you hear a whimper from outside.  \n\u0026gt;With that, a sense of curiosity flows through you; you take your gun; a pump shotgun,, no time to sperg about the gun.  \n\u0026gt;The knocking at the door begins once again, and with that; the familiar sound of your phone blaring off.  \n\u0026gt;A cuss escapes your breath, quickly and nimbly silencing your phone.  \n\u0026gt;As you near the door; you give yourself a fleeting moment of silent praise; thank god for the peephole you installed a few months earlier.  \n\u0026gt;You peer through it.  \n\u0026gt;There it is.  \n\u0026gt;The monster that had stalked you standing on your porch, right in front of the door.  \n\u0026gt;They look soaked, probably from the storm; their black fur sleek and doused upon their bountiful form.  \n\u0026gt;Arms hugging themselves, they keep to themselves to stay warm.  \n\u0026gt;Emotions surge through you, confused and off guard-what now?  \n\u0026gt;Was it really just playing innocent?  \n\u0026gt;Did it really just need someplace to warm up?  \n\u0026gt;You take your phone out, typing up a quick text.  \n\u0026gt;\"Put your hands up.\"  \n\u0026gt;Sent  \n\u0026gt;\"Okay...\"  \n\u0026gt;Through the peephole, you see the creature slowly begin to raise its arms, shivering slightly as it does.  \n\u0026gt;Your guard lowers even more, but you still keep the shotgun at the ready.  \n\u0026gt;The door opens, any hesitation being blown away by acting so suddenly.  \n\u0026gt;You both stand there, staring each other down; until the creature whimpers, flinching at the sight of the gun.  \n\u0026gt;\"P-please...\" The voice that comes from it, soft and quiet; with a girlish tone to it.  \n\u0026gt;You loosen your grip slightly.  \n\u0026gt;\"J-just need someplace, n-need warmth....n-need c-company...\" It mumbles, you decide to beckon it in.  \n\u0026gt;It seems to be the one that hesitates however, with it's arms still being held up; it only inches towards the door.  \n\u0026gt;\"Aren't you coming inside?\" You ask, you berate yourself as your tone sounds far more demanding then intended.  \n\u0026gt;\"You're scared, I'm scared...\" It whimpers, you lower the gun, still keeping a finger on the trigger guard.  \n\u0026gt;With that, it slowly, carefully enters your house.  \n\u0026gt;Wet fur and body dripping on the hardwood floor.  \n\u0026gt;Seeing the...monster, standing there; it's fangs quietly clattering and as it hugs itself, you find yourself sympathizing with it.  \n\u0026gt;\"Hold on, don't make a move.\" You mutter, walking backwards; then around the corner and towards your bathroom.  \n\u0026gt;One towel later, you come out and hand it to the monster.  \n\u0026gt;\"T-thank you, Anon...\" It mumbles, you still feel a slight shudder at it saying your name.  \n\u0026gt;\"Yeah.\"  \n\u0026gt;With it's form covered, you didn't even get a good look at it; now it's form is concealed by the towel.  \n\u0026gt;They're short, only standing barely at 5ft.  \n\u0026gt;You both stand there, awkwardly and cold; you don't want to turn your back, in case it attacks...but it seems far more scared of you than it, doesn't it?  \n\u0026gt;That's how wild animals work.  \n\u0026gt;\"You'll be warmer if you dry off.\" You grunt, it nods and goes to the act.  \n\u0026gt;It's an excuse to sneak a peek.  \n\u0026gt;Well then.  \n\u0026gt;It has a dick.  \n\u0026gt;It's a little small however, canine in appearance; if you had to judge an estimate, it was about 4 inches; maybe in the middle of that range.  \n\u0026gt;It hides itself; a small whine sounding from him, and you turn away, blushing slightly; warmth filling your cheeks at being caught eyeing it up.  \n\u0026gt;The monster wraps the towel around it's form, holding an arm and looking down towards the floor.  \n\u0026gt;You startle at a particularly loud thunder crack, and the skull-faced being yelps at the sound.  \n\u0026gt;With a small chance, you take the liberty to turn away from the beast and towards the window; the light flashing through the blinds.  \n\u0026gt;Well, you aren't dead.  \n\u0026gt;\"So...what's your name?\" You ask, and the monster, he perks up in response.  \n\u0026gt;\"Mal0, \"Mallow\",is easier I've been told.\" He mutters, nodding his head towards you.  \n\u0026gt;The same name as the app.  \n\u0026gt;\"Okay Mal0, why are you constantly following me?\" You get right to the point, cocking a brow as it turns away.  \n\u0026gt;\"And what are you?\" You lay in more, and the creature sighs before continuing.  \n\u0026gt;\"I need companionship...\" He softly mumbles, looking up at you.   \n\u0026gt;\"I'm only able to really live if someone downloads the app and lets me stay.\" He finishes, looking up towards you.  \n\u0026gt;That doesn't sound good, at all.  \n\u0026gt;\"...What happens if someone tells you to leave?\" You ask, and Mal0 visibly shudders at the question.  \n\u0026gt;\"Nothing. Absolute nothing; I'm alive, I'm fully aware, of my own consciousness...but there's nothing.\" He says, a quiver in his voice.  \n\u0026gt;\"Please Anon, I hate nothing.\"  \n\u0026gt;Any sense of danger fades, and you make a rash, emotion fueled move.  \n\u0026gt;You put your shotgun to the side, welcoming Mal0 to the couch where the two of you sit side by side.  \n\u0026gt;It's then that you notice him shivering, and when you walk over to the fireplace, there's a welcoming lack of claws or fangs sinking into you.  \n\u0026gt;With a few logs being thrown in, a few pinches of fire starter, you start up the fireplace; getting a small flame crackling; which you soon watch turn a bit bigger.  \n\u0026gt;The cozy warmth is inviting; and you turn back to the small monster, watching the flames, then their eyes going to you.  \n\u0026gt;\"Thanks.\" He says, a little bit of his own warmth going into those words.  \n\u0026gt;He still looks a little cold, and with the heat being out of commission; you want to make sure he's just a little bit more comfortable.  \n\u0026gt;He isn't dangerous, more of an surprise house guest.  \n\u0026gt;A supernatural house guest.  \n\u0026gt;Yeah.  \n\u0026gt;\"Hey, I don't think any of my clothes would fit you.\" You tell him, he nods.  \n\u0026gt;\"But my mother left some of hers; nothing too weird, I think she has a pair of jeans and one of her weird shawls somewhere.\" You say, Mal0 is apt to respond.  \n\u0026gt;\"I'll take anything.\" He says, getting off the couch a little and huddling closer to the toasty fireplace.  \n\u0026gt;With that, you go into the guest bedroom; rummage around in the closet and come out with the clothes.  \n\u0026gt;\"Here.\" You toss them the shawl, the jeans and one of your pairs of boxers.  \n\u0026gt;Mal0 shies his face away, letting the towel fall to the ground, you turn away in acknowledgement of his privacy.  \n\u0026gt;Until you hear him grunting and growling.  \n\u0026gt;He's trying to put on the jeans, but he has a little too much ass for them.  \n\u0026gt;His supple butt clearly visible through the normally loose, black fabric of your boxers.  \n\u0026gt;Mal0 snorts, folding the jeans and setting them on the couch; he bashfully hides his face when he realizes that you saw the entire spectacle.  \n\u0026gt;\"My butt's big, okay?\" He huffs, and you chuckle at his words and demeanor.  \n\u0026gt;He's cute when he gets irritated.  \n\u0026gt;With that, you both sit together on the couch.  \n\u0026gt;You chuckle as you see him playing around with the flowing, green fabric of the shawl.  \n\u0026gt;It falls over his form, and as you look at him, illuminated by the fireplace; you check him out.  \n\u0026gt;His thighs are toned and built, with wide hips and a large ass.  \n\u0026gt;Black hair, akin to his fur color falls down in wavy waves, silk tides that fall upon his shoulders and easily go down to his thighs.  \n\u0026gt;A blush escapes you, all of it flowed together, even his skull face-culminating into an otherworldly beauty.  \n\u0026gt;\"A-anon...?\" He says, brushing some of his hair away, looking at you.  \n\u0026gt;His eyes shift away, more than a little shy.  \n\u0026gt;Your mind goes back to his words before, and seeing his true colors now; not only his shy, kind nature; but the beauty he holds.  \n\u0026gt;As he leans on you, it doesn't take much for your own heart to flutter.  \n\u0026gt;Being a little rash, you wrap an arm around Mal0.  \n\u0026gt;Bringing him a little closer to you.  \n\u0026gt;He happily obliges, snuggling into you.  \n\u0026gt;The two of you sitting there, comfy and warmed by the fireplace.  \n\u0026gt;\"A-anon...\" Mal0 softly coos, you notice his tail wagging; he looks up at you, with eyes brimming with loving warmth.  \n\u0026gt;\"T-thank you.\"","series":{"name":"HMOMA","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1683765-offer.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1683768-prtty_grl.json"}}