{"sf1_id":2089438,"sf2_id":"q1xY38Ze","title":"I Came Back","author":"TheSignalRemains","words":1231,"posted_at":"2024-01-02T15:51:00.000Z","tags":["Biting","Corruption","Cowgirl","Forest","Heterosexual","Interspecies","Licking","M/F","Monster","Mythological Creature","Predator/Prey","Rape","Riding","Rough","Rough Sex","Sex","Yiff"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2089438-i-came-back","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/q1xY38Ze","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/91/7c/917c8b45-690d-49e7-a094-75589a26fa00","description":"A hiker runs into something horrible in the deep dark woods.","content":"\\\u003eit had happened 6 months ago\n\n\\\u003eyou were out on another multi-day hiking expedition when you began to notice strange tracks\n\n\\\u003eyou had brushed it off as a bear or a moose\n\n\\\u003ewhat else could leave such big imprints in the earth\n\n\\\u003ethen, you had found a mangled, dismembered deer\n\n\\\u003eor at least pieces of one\n\n\\\u003ethat was a bit more disturbing, but you had rationalised it as scavengers\n\n\\\u003ebesides, you were carrying a revolver for exactly this purpose\n\n\\\u003eif a predator or ornery moose came after you you'd be prepared\n\n\\\u003ethat's what you'd thought\n\n\\\u003ein the end it hadn't helped\n\n\\\u003elater that night, sitting at your campfire, you heard the thumping of heavy footsteps and the guttural, laboured breathing of something that very definitely wasn't a bear\n\n\\\u003ecoming right for you\n\n\\\u003epanicking, you had struggled with your holster only to have your gun batted away into the darkness with contemptuous ease\n\n\\\u003ethen she was on you\n\n\\\u003ea fat, pallid tongue running over your face from behind a nightmare visage\n\n\\\u003ea massive canid/cervid skull, melded and warped\n\n\\\u003estained, yellowish bone\n\n\\\u003eblack pits for eyes\n\n\\\u003eand impossible rows of sharp teeth\n\n\\\u003eyou had struggled, screamed\n\n\\\u003eit hadn't helped\n\n\\\u003eall you would later recall would be flashes of horror and shame\n\n\\\u003eas the beast's huge, meaty body pinned you to the floor of your tent\n\n\\\u003eit, 'she', stank of sweat and musk and dried blood\n\n\\\u003eyou had nearly gagged as she humped and grinded herself against you, grunting and cackling\n\n\\\u003eher skull-like head and broad neck were wreathed in dark, smoky fur, while the rest of her body had a shorter, gray coat, almost like a dog\n\n\\\u003eas you had tried to push her off you you'd felt your hands sink into soft, giving flesh, only to find a core of rock hard muscle beneath\n\n\\\u003eshe was built like some ogrish monster of ancient myth, hulking and fierce\n\n  \n\n\\\u003ewith deceptive gentleness she had yanked off your hiking trousers and underwear\n\n\\\u003eit was at that moment that the pieces had fallen in place\n\n\\\u003eyou had thought you were about to be eaten, ripped to pieces like that deer\n\n\\\u003ethe truth was worse\n\n\\\u003ea huge, clawed and knuckled hand had went between her legs and came back dripping and slimy\n\n\\\u003eshe'd then rubbed it all over your face, letting out an oddly human giggle as she did so\n\n\\\u003eit was vile, the secretions of a monstrous animal\n\n\\\u003eshe'd made you taste it\n\n\\\u003eyou don't want to recall how it tasted\n\n\\\u003eyou were still struggling at that point\n\n\\\u003etrying to punch, kick, bite to get this thing away from you\n\n\\\u003eshe didn't like that\n\n\\\u003eshe had growled, snarling, her massive hand around your neck\n\n\\\u003eyou'd nearly pissed yourself as she bared her rows of evil, pointed teeth\n\n\\\u003esome still flecked with the dried blood of her last meal\n\n\\\u003eto your shame, you had stopped fighting at that point\n\n\\\u003eyou had lain back and let her pull all your clothes off\n\n\\\u003erubbing your cock with her rough paws until you were erect\n\n\\\u003eand then grappled with you on the floor of the tent, her muscular limbs entwined with yours, her musk rubbing into your naked skin\n\n\\\u003eand then she'd raped you\n\n\\\u003ebouncing on top of you, gripping your shoulders so tight she left welts and bruises\n\n\\\u003eher hips crushing yours\n\n\\\u003eher tongue lolled from her maw as she moaned, drooling all over you\n\n\\\u003eher puffy cunt so hot and warm you couldn't help but moan even as your mind recoiled in disgust\n\n\\\u003eyou didn't last very long\n\n\\\u003eyou came inside her\n\n\\\u003ebut she kept going\n\n\\\u003eforcing you to kiss her, to taste her disgusting spit and bloodstained teeth\n\n\\\u003edigging her claws into your skin\n\n\\\u003efucking you as you wept and begged her to stop\n\n\\\u003eyour pleas only made her chuckle cruelly, the half-animal noise odd and unsettling\n\n\\\u003eby the time she let out a bloodcurdling scream and collapsed on top of you, finally satisfied, you'd came another two times\n\n\\\u003eyou had lain there, crying, bruised and bleeding, while the monster had tried to nuzzle and cuddle you\n\n\\\u003eeventually, thankfully, she fell asleep\n\n\\\u003eletting you wriggle free and run, half-dressed, back through the woods\n\n  \n\n\\\u003enow it's three months later\n\n\\\u003eyou're sitting on your bed, looking at the black trash bag you'd dug out of your cupboard\n\n\\\u003ethe bag containing the clothes you'd worn the day...\n\n\\\u003ethe day it had happened\n\n\\\u003eyou still haven't gotten over it\n\n\\\u003edid it really happen? would anyone believe you?\n\n\\\u003eyou haven't been able to gather the courage to tell anyone\n\n\\\u003eyou haven't been able to go out into the countryside or even think about sex without feeling ill\n\n\\\u003eyou shouldn't be doing this\n\n\\\u003eyou reach over, and undo the ties on the bag\n\n\\\u003eyour hands shaking, you reach inside\n\n\\\u003eand pull out the sweater\n\n\\\u003eyou press it against your face and take a deep breath\n\n\\\u003eyou can smell it\n\n\\\u003eyou can smell her\n\n\\\u003eyou gasp\n\n\\\u003eyour skin crawls\n\n\\\u003ebut you need it\n\n\\\u003eyou undo your pants and begin to rub your cock\n\n\\\u003eit's the only way you can get off\n\n\\\u003eyou lie back, huffing the smell of the monster that raped you\n\n\\\u003eimagining her touch\n\n\\\u003eimagining her fucking you again\n\n\\\u003eyou whimper as you buck and coat your hand in cum\n\n\\\u003eashamed, you stuff the sweater back into the bag and bury it in the depths of your wardrobe again\n\n\\\u003eyou can't keep doing this\n\n\\\u003eit's pathetic\n\n\\\u003eyou can't even get a hard-on without thinking of getting raped by a beast\n\n\\\u003eher thick, warm body, her moans as she took you, the feeling of her claws around your throat\n\n\\\u003eyou shake your head\n\n\\\u003efucking disgusting\n\n\\\u003eyou'll burn that bag\n\n\\\u003eyou'll do it tomorrow\n\n\\\u003eyou've said that before\n\n\\\u003eeven managed to stay away from the musky clothes for over a week at one point\n\n\\\u003ebut you always come back\n\n\\\u003eyour troubled mind conjuring up images of the monster in the woods\n\n\\\u003eembracing you\n\n\\\u003emaking you feel wanted\n\n\\\u003emaking you hers\n\n\\\u003epart of you wished you never left her\n\n\\\u003egod damn it\n\n\\\u003eyou need it\n\n\\\u003egod help you but you really do\n\n  \n\n\\\u003eit's three months later\n\n\\\u003eafter agonising for so long, you've finally worked up the courage\n\n\\\u003eyou're standing in the woods again\n\n\\\u003eyou've retraced your steps\n\n\\\u003ethe soft autumn rain patters off of the canopy above you\n\n\\\u003ethe sun is setting, painting the world in gold\n\n\\\u003eyou're shaking\n\n\\\u003eyour fingers are tingling\n\n\\\u003eshe must be here\n\n\\\u003eright?\n\n\\\u003eyou walk through the woods\n\n\\\u003efollowing the path back to where you'd set up camp six months ago\n\n  \n\n\\\u003enow you're standing in front of the collapsed remains of your tent\n\n\\\u003ethere's been no sign of her\n\n\\\u003eno tracks\n\n\\\u003eno devoured animals\n\n\\\u003eit's getting cold\n\n\\\u003eyou're starting to doubt yourself\n\n\\\u003esurely she must be here\n\n\\\u003ewas she even real?\n\n\\\u003emaybe you-\n\n\\\u003ea huge, muscular arm wraps around your waist from behind\n\n\\\u003ea snout of bone presses against your neck\n\n\\\u003eshe hums contentedly, her massive claw resting directly over your racing heart\n\n\\\u003e\"I-I came back,\" you say, your words catching in your throat\n\n\\\u003e\"I'm sorry for running away, I'm-\"\n\n\\\u003eshe yanks your head back and opens her jaws wide\n\n\\\u003eand kisses you, cradling your head gently, her fangs pressing against your cheeks\n\n\\\u003eher fat tongue wrestling with yours\n\n\\\u003etears run down your face\n\n\\\u003eyou relax, surrendering\n\n\\\u003eyou don't know much of anything anymore\n\n\\\u003ebut you know you need her\n  \n  \n\n"}