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Sitting before you lies a cheap, lightly worn diary. A standard notebook really, the top right-most corner is torn away from the thin red cardboard cover, all the spiral rings binding the pages together are flattened, bent one way or another. On the first page scrawled in blue ink is the name “Allison Moss". The sequential pages after are a little less wasteful and appear to be broken up by individual entries.

11/30/19 Sat

I'm not doing this stupid “dear diary". However, I am writing all of this down because my therapist recommended I do so to understand and cope with my “thoughts and feelings". I still don't think she believes me.

12/5/19 Thu

Well go figure, I forgot to do this! I an SO smart! I'll make up for it by lumping the last few days into this entry. So, Sunday I spent most of the day driving to the family cabin. I am a free-lance artist so I can work from pretty much anywhere. But the reason I was driving all Sunday was to get away from an ex-boyfriend and a bad situation or a dangerous situation, take your pick. It gave me somewhere to stay and would let me unwind a little. I wasn't going to say no when my therapist suggested that I take at least a “mini vacation" with the holidays and all. It's way out in the Rockies so I spent most of the day driving and didn't get there till it was dark and crashed as soon as I got inside.

Thankfully my uncle came up the day before to turn the gas on and restock the wood. I didn't know how long I would be staying so it was nice to come to a well prepped and pre warmed place. The cabin is old, but it's been updated a lot. When you walk in there is a single floor studio layout with a bathroom boxed in the far-right corner. A heavy curtain separates the queen bed that is to the right of the door. The kitchen is laid out toward the back left with the living and dining area to the immediate left of the door. There along the wall is this old leather couch I fell asleep on and am now writing this from. Last but not least, at the very back sitting dead center is the wood stove that's older than my grandpa. One of Those tall round ones that look almost like a water heater. Also, I forgot to mention there is a huge window above this couch that lets woodland freaks peek into the kitchen!

Growing up my family and I would come out here during the summers. This cabin was amazing. When I was a little girl. Most of my family would stay in here while the more camp determined put tents out front. We would have a fire in the pit out there every night and morning. It's covered for the winter but I kinda wish I could start a small one just for old times. But everybody ate and showered in the cabin, so even in the woods it was chaotic and crowded with 10-15 people. As I look out the window now I realize I've never been here during the winter. It's just as pretty but much more peaceful and still just as cozy as I remember. Though I think I'm going to get snowed in soon, not that I am going anywhere anyway. Just since last night, I think the snow has added another 2 inches. My little Isuzu trooper could probably get around in this but I'm good for wood now and the fridge is STOCKED. Some of that stuff is going to go bad before I get into it.

I spent most of Thursday unpacking my car and drawing in my sketchbook. I am supposed to be on vacation, so all I brought is my sketch pad and a few pencils. It's been a while since I've done any traditional art anyway, so this was good for me I feel. Drew the inside of the cabin as a warmup and then some other random stuff and that was about it. Friday I was already going stir crazy. I wish I could call Nora. She always had the best tea about the guys that would hit on her at work. She's a bartender so it comes with the territory. No phone sadly (well I have it but no service) and no laptop. I've been super bored. The snow from the day before was melting so I figured I would go out on the deck for some fresh air. Outside up in the mountains is probably one of the best smells in the world. I thought about starting my car to charge the battery for a bit since I wouldn't be driving it much when I noticed a bunch of prints in the snow in front of the cabin. Just circled around my car over and over. They don't look like mountain lion prints and they are too big to be a wolf. They don't look like bears either. Cool, kinda creepy. My parents would tell us kids to watch out for bears and mountain lions up here. They always said wolves were too shy to come around a place like this. I remember my dad would hunt on occasion when I was little. Maybe if I had gone with him ever, I would know what those prints are. I am a little spooked honestly.

Saturday, I woke up tired and a little on edge. I think I freaked myself out the night before. I kept hearing things outside. I'm pretty sure it was just normal wood noises. Still, I hung a bed sheet in front of the window now and I will be sleeping on the bed tonight. I'm sure it was just deer. No one has ever seen any bears or anything dangerous here. It's so cold everything has started to really freeze. There's not a ton of snow but it's so cold you can see ice just building on the pine needles in the trees and around the windows. I have to make sure the wood stove stays lit or they might freeze over entirely. Finally, we come to Sunday (today). Last night I woke up with a terrible dry mouth and went to get some water. As I shuffled by the dining area window, I noticed my makeshift curtain had fallen. At first, I thought nothing of it but just as I looked away, something passed by outside. I'm pretty sure anyway. So I kept looking out into the darkness while still filling this cup... I know there is something out there. The only light in the cabin was the faint flicker of the fireplace making the glare on the window somewhat hard to see through. But I'm sure of what I saw! I could only see it because my car was between it and the woods. Whatever it was lifted its head and looked straight at me! I could see two yellow eyes shining through the dark and the steam from its breath. It looked BIG too.

Ice-cold water began to spill over my glass and run down my arm. I only looked away for a split second to turn off the faucet and then it was gone. Now I'm relying solely on my years of sleeping here without incident to keep me safe (and sane). I dried my hands and hung the sheet back up, making sure it wouldn't slip again and then went back to bed trying to not let my head get the best of me. Still, I tossed and turned all night. Even double checked the door locks. So, when this morning came, I was none too eager to get out of bed and wasn't any less freaked out. Still, I had to put on my big girl panties and look outside at some point. When I finally mustered up the courage to do so, what I found didn't make me feel any better. In the fresh layer of snow, a new path has been trampled in the snow up to the window. It looks like something had been pacing for a while before making its way over to my car and circling again before wandering off the direction it had come from. I'm going to eat something and look around a little more while the weather is nice. It might do me some good to get out of this cabin and get some air.

So, update on the “thing" I've started calling it like the Stephen King movie. I never read the book. Anyway, it's absolutely the same thing that made the previous prints and from what I remember my dad saying a long time ago I think there is an old mine and tunnel system where they lead off to. I am pretty sure I know where it might have gone. Now debating on if I want to take my car over and see if there are more tracks.

I've sat here for an hour now thinking about it... I'm going. Also, I'm going to add time stamps to these entries as I write them. It just makes keeping track of all this easier for me.

(9:34 AM)

I was right! The tracks lead through the woods from the cabin and to a collapsed old mine shaft. It looks recent. Whatever it is, I think it might have been living in the old shaft before it caved in.

(10:02 AM)

* In between this entry and the next are short frantic scribbles that appear to fade as if the pen being used ran out of ink. *

12/9/19 Mon

OH MY GOD. It was "IN" the cabin! Yesterday after I got back from the mine my stupid pen quit on me. When I went to grab one of the spares from my backpack, I couldn't find it at all. So, I figured that I had just misplaced it and went about my day feeling a little inspired from my bravery and drew some good stuff. I had a great vibe going. Nothing else seemed out of the ordinary and I had forgotten about my backpack entirely. Flash forward to THIS morning when I peek outside with my coffee to check the snow fall, I see my bag shredded in the snow! My stuff is everywhere. I saved what wasn't destroyed and found one of my pens. I don't know what to do now. I had everything in that bag, phone, keys, you name it. A lot if it looks chewed up. It's all wrecked or gone my only saving grace is that my whole family knows I'm up here. I am actually stuck here now till someone else shows up.... fuck. Kind of scared now. I know I never left my backpack outside... Somehow that thing got in and out of here without me noticing. Writing about this is making me think and that's not helping.

12/10/19 Tue (8:10 AM)

I saw it! I think maybe I'm crazy? It looked like a man, sort of? It had a tail like a dog or a wolf, but that ass looked human like! I thought at first that maybe someone was pulling some sort of Christmas stunt. Reading that out loud sounds incredibly stupid now though. What seems more likely and scares the hell out of me is if it's Garret, my ex. Which doesn't make any sense either though really. I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm grasping at straws and it's making me anxious knowing that I'm not alone here. It would be one thing if this animal or whatever was passing by, but it keeps COMING BACK. Maybe I shouldn't have gone to look for it at the mine. The weather is starting to turn for the worse again.

(6:22 PM)

God damn it! I came here to get away from that feeling. It's like I have to look over my shoulder constantly. Like I'm going to get hit any second. A bottle, a fist, whatever... I fucking HATE that feeling. I'm starting to think coming up here was a stupid idea.

(8:00 PM)

I found Rons old .22 rifle and half a box of bullets! I know it won't stop a bear or anything crazy, but any bullet is better than no bullet, right? I feel a LITTLE better having this old rifle with me. I just hope it still works...and that I remember how to fire it. My uncle used to shoot racoons and squirrels that got into stuff with it. Us kids would only ever shoot at old cans and pop bottles. I didn't mind it as long as I had ear plugs. Couldn't find any anywhere though. Keeping entry short today, sleeping with rifle tonight. Allison signing off.

12/11/19 Wed

God damn I wish I still had my phone! I shot it! I shot the thing! While I was sleeping It broke the garbage lock on the cabin door. It wasn't quiet about it (thank God) and gave me plenty of time to get the rifle ready as soon as I saw those eyes again, I pulled the trigger. I have been awake and pumped with adrenaline ever since. I have never been more scared in my life, my hearts racing and all I can taste is metal. I figured now that the sun has come up, I should write this down. After the thing fled, I scrambled out of bed and closed the door before blocking it with one of the table chairs. There's a little bit of blood on the floor and a few clumps of black fur so I know I hit it. Clearly, it's an animal... I think. It looks like it limped back off to that mine.

(7:09 AM)

Oh god, my hands are still shaking. I stupidly decided to walk back to the mine entrance with the rifle... "IT" was there...the thing. I was in disbelief as I came upon the entrance next to the mountainside. I thought it was dead at first. Bloody and half-buried in the snow from the night before. This thing looks like, well not a thing... it looks like a Werewolf? Werewolf monster? I know this sounds insane and absurd coming from a 23-year-old woman, but I don't know how else to describe it. It's not a human and it's not a wolf, but it looks like one. In between a man and a wolf, fuck I don't know. Curled up and half buried I started to approach the thing to see what it was. I guess it was just sleeping because once I got about 10 feet away its head popped up and shook all the snow off and locked eyes with me. I knew it was what had been stalking the cabin. It has the arms, body, and thighs of a human... and what looks like the head of a wolf, weird paw-like hands, long fluffed up tail weird dog knees and the greasiest black fur.

(1:30 PM)

I thought it might have been a suit of some sort but then this thing unfurled fast and stood. This thing went from a labrador sized lump in the snow to this tower of teeth and fur snarling at me. I froze up almost peed myself when it lunged at me. I must have hit it in the leg with the rifle the night before because it fell at my feet with a yelp and grabbed its leg. I started to back away but as I did, I felt bad about just leaving it there to die. It was still bleeding and doing that vibrating/shaking that dogs do when they get cold. Whatever this thing is it was lying there curled up in front of me shaking, bleeding, badly by the looks of it. It wasn't until just then that I started to piece it all together. The thing was living in the abandoned mine. Mine collapsed and it went looking for shelter and found the business end of Uncle Rons old .22. At least that's my theory. If I left it there it would have died. I couldn't bring myself to damn this thing to the cold. I'll write more tomorrow. It's getting late and there is still a lot to write about. (8:48 PM)

12/12/19 Thu Things have taken an... interesting turn, I managed to lure it back to the cabin. I know it sounds crazy, but I did that thing where you let animals sniff you. You know to just kind of get familiar with my scent. Any way it bit me (go figure) I got a few little marks and scratches but nothing serious I reached out to it after all. I think that when he, yes...the thing is a HE. When it realized, I wasn't going to hurt him he kind of warmed up to me, I think? Enough so at least to get him to follow me with a heaping amount of encouragement anyway. It was an ordeal believe me. We are both thoroughly frozen now and exhausted. Yet as I look at him now curled up in front of the woodstove I wonder if this is what exotic pet owners feel like. The rush of adrenaline from being so close to something so potentially dangerous. Yet, I'm somehow relaxed. He seems so docile, tame even. I think the teeth and claws were just a reaction at the mine. I did shoot him in the thigh after all. However, he did strand me here for probably the better part of a month. I'll write more later he is licking the bandages off again I need to change them anyway. I hope the first aid kit has enough gauze.

(9:04 AM)

Well, it's been a few hours now, the new gauze doesn't appear to be seeping anymore. I Gave the thing a proper name and will call him Coal from now on after the sheer amount of soot the cabin and myself are now covered in.

(12:22 AM)

Coal drinks and eats like a raccoon! Or a human, I guess. I gave him a bowl of water and I put some leftovers on a plate. It was fascinating to watch Coal pick up the bowl with both hands to drink out of! He seems to be a lot smarter than he looks. I'm still trying to rack my brain around what Coal "IS" as well? My wrist looks better also. I don't think it will result in anything more than a few marks and small scars. I hadn't paid attention before but seeing Coal spread out on the rug in front of the wood stove really puts his size into perspective, from toe to snout I think he's about seven maybe seven and half feet tall. The hands-on this thing are wide like a frying pan on each wrist, and his claws! My god, dull paring knives on each finger. If he wanted to hurt me, kill me even, he could easily. I wouldn't stand a chance. In a way, it's kind of a sexy danger. That makes me weird, doesn't it?

I guess that's kind of the appeal of the bad guy persona. I know it's gotten me wet a time or two. It appears to have gotten me locked in a cabin with some kind of wolf bear creature now as well. Going to throw a few logs in the fire maybe take a shower and then do some sketches of Coal. I have always wanted a dog, I guess this is the next best thing.

12/13/19 Fri (10:00 AM)

Coal slept in front of the fire for most of the night. Come morning though I awoke to a loud crash. I saw Coal looking wide-eyed with all the silverware at his feet. The drawer he ripped from the countertop was still hooked on one claw. He's a lot more like a dog than I first thought. As I got out of bed Coal saw me, dropped the drawer and limped back to the carpet as fast as his wounded leg would carry him before curling up into a ball. It was the strangest thing and kind of funny to watch. My mom was a Vet before she retired so I learned a lot about animals growing up. My point being...I think that Coal thinks that I'm his leader.... superior, alpha, master? I don't know what you call it. But it's good for me, I guess. I'm going to try a few things and I'll write more later.

Update from this morning. Coal is settling in; He's getting more comfortable with me around him and has even started showing some signs of affection. I unsuccessfully tried to see if he could communicate verbally, I would point to my throat and speak then point to him. He would just try to nuzzle into my hand. Coals fur is also becoming a problem. He's getting black shit EVERYWHERE; it is insanely filthy and just caked with layers of dirt and soot. I'm starting to wonder if he escaped the mine as it collapsed.

(12:45 PM)

So, Coal had a bath! Well, I kind of pushed him into the shower. I have never seen so much black water. It was kind of cute. I used some, well A LOT of my shampoo on his fur and as I was rubbing it into his back and his belly, he was watching and started to do the same with his hands until eventually, he was washing himself, for the most part. Maybe I should get into animal rehabilitation. This is kind of fun! Though who am I kidding I don't know the first thing about Coal or what he even is? What do I tell anybody? That he's a stray.... thing???

(6:15 PM)

I had my first, well second scare with Coal. The first time was when I shot him. But I was getting him some food from the pantry, and he must have snuck up on me. I think he just wanted to see what I was doing as he's become quite curious about his surroundings. I didn't see him get behind me and he pinned me against the counter as he tried to sniff at what I was preparing. It hurt a little and pinched my hips against the counters edge I tried pushing against him with all my might, my whole fucking body and I couldn't move him an inch. I ended up elbowing him in the gut to get him to move. I even yelled at him that what he did hurt but I doubt he understood. He just looked at me funny and cocked his head. I've got bruises on both my hips now. Stupid wolf-dog man thing. Still, I don't think he meant too. I'm coming up on my two weeks here. A few more days and people will start to wonder why I'm not back yet... I hope.

12/14/19 Sat (12:12 PM)

It's just past noon now. I am usually out of bed by 8, I feel amazing though. I usually do though after smoking weed. I don't know If I slept well because of the Marijuana or because I had the world's warmest weighted blanket on. Last night after brushing my teeth I came to the realization that my stash wasn't in my backpack with the rest of my stuff, it was here in my bathroom bag. So, I dug around and sure enough there was my little pipe and lighter, so I smoked a little. I fired up a bowl and then went to pass out. Some point after that Coal must have snuck onto my bed. When I woke up, he was curled up against me with his snout nestled against my neck. Now a side note marijuana tends to make me a little horny. So, there I am pinned under this soft fluffy body made of lead and boy is he warm. The worst part is between that cold nose on my neck and Coals' hot breath rolling down my chest... I almost lost it there. It's been a while...so I'm kind of on a hair-trigger if you know what I mean. I almost wanted to just take care of myself and masturbate right there, but I feared for what could happen if Coal woke up. He is incredibly intelligent it seems and picks up on things scary quick. I think some alone time in the bathroom later will do me some good.

(6:16 PM)

6 PM rolls around. I decided it's time for a shower and a change of clothes. To keep Coal busy, I got him something special from the fridge. My dad and uncle both use the deep freezer at the cabin to store any extra meat from their hunts that they can't keep in their fridges at home. So I dug a big elk roast out and have been thawing it in the sink. It's a good thing all this stuff is vacuum sealed otherwise I'm sure he would have gotten into it by now. Any way I ripped open the package and just sort of set it on the floor. I called to him softly. His head popped up from the bed he had stolen from me. Before I could even get the words out, he pushed off the mattress so hard it slid and knocked one of the family pictures on the wall down as he came over on all fours. Coal nipped at a piece of the meat and looked at me. I gave him a reassuring nod and he went to TOWN on that roast. I could tell he was content If for no other reason other than the swishing of that big tail. While he was distracted with food, I slipped into the shower for some “alone time". I get the water going, take my clothes off, get in and get busy. But I'm not in there even 5 minutes before I hear something, Coal is scratching at the door, and not like a “let me in scratching" he's raking trenches with his claws on the door! It is the most god-awful sound. There is no way I could get off with that horrid noise, so I gave up and got out of the shower before throwing on a towel and swung the door open to yell at Coal. BIG mistake, Coals giant head rushed in and bowled me over hard onto my ass. Now, this bathroom is a tiny box in the corner, so I'm essentially trapped under him and then he starts licking me! All over my face and my neck as I tried to fight him off It was like he was trying to bathe me himself in the worst possible way. I assumed as thanks for the roast on his breath before I finally succeeded in getting him out of my face, but my towel had fallen off and now I was naked with this stupid beast. That tongue and snout grazed one of my nipples and oh my god, I was not ready. It was like lightning traveled down my spine and between my legs. Instinctively I gasped a little and punched him in the top of the head pushing him down further (my second mistake). I shouted for him to stop but he just kept licking. The next thing I knew that wet muscle hit my honey pot and my legs clamped onto his head. I bit my lip the sensation was so intense. Worse, it was like Coal KNEW he had struck gold. I will admit... I wanted to fight him a little less and less with every pass of that hot velvet. I stammered his name one last time before closing my eyes and almost giving up. Coal was going to make a meal of me, and I was too pent up to stop him. He was voracious in his licking we'll say. Little hungry growls rumbled from his maw sending shivers up my spine. A moan would escape me every so often and my hips would spasm and buck against his muzzle, in turn he would force me back to the floor with a growl and rough shove of his snout. I was in pure taboo bliss. My hands found his ears and started to stroke the soft fur as he feasted. My legs betrayed me most as he rocketed me towards the point of no return. With each wave of pleasure, my thighs would clench the brutes' head. I was... losing control too an animal. In the heat of the moment, I was beginning to want this more and more. Still, I couldn't shake that feeling in the pit of my stomach that this was wrong. With one final moment of clarity, I dug my nails into the soft tissue of his ears. He let out a shrill yelp and recoiled enough for me to kick the door shut on him. My heart was pounding. I laid there for a minute or two gathering my thoughts and my breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened on the bathroom floor of my FAMILYS CABIN. That was the fastest I had ever almost had an orgasm. Needless to say, I washed up, threw on my heavy nightgown and came out. Coal knew he was in trouble. Every time I looked at him, he hid behind his tail, he's curled up in the corner now. I feel like he doesn't understand his strength or size otherwise he WOULD have had his way with me. Even now as I find myself thinking about it, I grind my thighs together a little. What is wrong with me? I must be going stir crazy locked in here. Anyway, I'm going to go make something to eat and lie down and draw for a while, hopefully that will calm me down a bit.

12/15/19 Sun (7:03 PM)

Wow, have I got a lot to talk about! Last night I dozed off and had the craziest dream, or at least I think it was. The wind was exceptionally fierce last night and kept waking me up. It had me tossing and turning whenever the cabin would flex and creak under a powerful gust. At one point I saw Coal sitting by the fire as I lay there on my belly, groggy, half-awake again. He was staring at me with those watchful yellow eyes. Eyes that just a few days ago brought a feeling of terror to my core. Now, I only see peace in them and when our eyes meet, I find it calming, I feel like nothing bad could happen under their ward. He gives me a warm “safe at last" kind of feeling. As I started to drift again and my eyes closed, I could hear the “scritch, scritch" of his claws as he approached the bed. I remember so vividly the weight of his form making the box frame groan as he stepped up off the floor. The mattress sank and shifted under him. Then he was on top of me, weightless as he held himself. I remember moving because of the fur tickling my calf's. At this same moment, Coal nuzzled through my mess of hair, that cold nose resting against my cheek for a moment. I groaned half-awake something along the lines of “quit". It wasn't until I felt the clawed hand on my hip that I knew his intent. Startled, I drew a sharp breath and tried to get up. Coal growled and the next thing I knew my neck was lined with teeth. Slow Hot-tempered breaths washed over my neck as my heart began to race, that painful surge of adrenaline hit my arms and legs. Before I could speak Coal growled again this time louder biting down a little. The claws of the hand on my hip started to raise my nightgown up. Gradually I felt that familiar tickling warm fur upon my thighs, then ass, and finally my back. Knowing what he wanted only made my heart pound harder. I was still quite wound up from earlier. Maybe it was dream logic or exhaustion but I began to justify it, make excuses to allow my self to want this without the guilt of what I was about to embrace if it was anything like earlier. I was alone...well mostly alone in a cabin in the woods. Who would know? We both knew what I needed the most, and my morals weren't going to save me this time. Up to this point, I knew Coal was male because he had the obvious bits sheathed in fur. What wasn't obvious was just how big he was erect. Pinned and with my throat in his maw, I was helpless and hornier than ever. Some how this beast of man was checking all the right boxes. Coal seemed hesitant, however. Frustrated, I arched my back pushing up against him. In doing so I felt that hot wet shaft touch my inner thigh. “Just bite down and fuck me!" I wanted to say. Coal had other plans, however. As his hand suddenly moved back to my hip. I could feel the rough texture of the pads on each digit half my hip and ass fit in his palm, the slight sting of claws as he pulled me to my knees under him. Now firmly planted ass up. I found myself holding my breath with anticipation. Coal rolled his hips forward at a deliberate pace grinding along my already sensitive clit before discovering the barrier of my panties. Coal growled a little poking at the wet fabric before letting out a pitiful needy whimper. It reminded me a little of my first time and then it occurred to me this could possibly be HIS first time. “Awe poor boy" I moaned reaching down to pull them aside for him. He needed no encouragement as he started entering me at an agonizingly slow pace. I tried to push back against him, but he resisted firmly before growling at me again. He wouldn't let me rush him and with good reason I soon discovered. Coals claws dug in just a little bit as he continued. It felt like an eternity as he slipped deeper still, I didn't know how much more of him I could honestly take. The breath I had been holding came out all at once in a heavy gasp when he hilted me on the last inch or two with a slight buck. I could feel him almost clear up into my belly. It was as if he was designed just for my body It. almost painful but in a good way as we sat motionless for a moment I felt so full, so wanted as I became comfortable with his size. I wiggled my ass in his lap getting little jolts of pleasure from the motion. A moment later he was withdrawing halfway before driving it back home. I moaned again, louder. We began to strike a rhythm and I started to think for a moment about just how insane this is. How I'm letting this creature, this beast and animal by all accounts... fuck me, like a bitch in heat. But I was, and I wanted it so bad... and he wanted me. I reached up with one hand grabbing a fist full of fur to brace myself as he started hitting just the right spot. Dizzying mind numbing pleasure soon had me gasping every time our hips came together. Then that familiar tongue returned, giving the most tender little licks where his teeth left marks on me. He was pressing every button HARD. Every so often he would nip at my neck and then lap at the area growling with pleasure as his thrusts became a little quicker Every nibble I would whimper wanting more. My other hand moved to his on my hip where I laced our fingers before guiding his hand up to my chest. Coal suddenly stopped thrusting for a moment. His other hand spread across my belly before he pulled me upright on my knees and held me tight against him as he resumed fucking with a fervor. Who knew a creature like this could love with such passion! One of his oversized hands covered my navel and midsection pressing me against his soft warm under belly as a few claws pricked my pelvic mound. The other used those abrasive pads to touch my breasts. I can't help but think Coal knew what he was doing as he teased my nipples with his pads and claws and he was damn good at it. It sent me over the edge. I wrapped my arms around his tight as I trembled in the waves of the first orgasm. He wasn't done or showing any sign of slowing and I could tell by Coals whimpering moans and little grunts as he buried his prick into me again and again that he was getting close now . I could feel his heart beating against my back, thundering away in his chest. His pace picked up slightly as individual waves of carnal pleasure blended into one collective building rush of yet another. Coal let out a long whine, I felt his cock start to twitch and pulse. Instinct must have taken over as he bit me once more this time I felt him break the skin of my shoulder. The pain mixed with pleasure sent me to new heights as I felt a hot bead of blood ran down my breast from his maw “Oh god, YES!" I screamed gripping the fur of his neck. The sudden pulsing, rushing warmth that followed sent me over the edge milking him with dizzying surges as my walls clamped around him. This boy came an ungodly amount. Running down both my legs one hot spurt after another as he kept pumping his load into me before it would gush out as he filled me again with his cock still fucking me now with long slow strokes that made me some how still want more. My whole body shivered against his. Then those monstrous soft arms of his wrapped tightly around me, holding me as we basked in the waves of pleasure. We laid down spooning next to the mess on the sheets Coal was still softly moaning, thrusting into me as he licked my neck. I didn't need any blankets with all this bliss and fur. The last thing I remember in this crazy fever dream is Coal lapping at his bite before breathing into my ear

“I belong to you until the end of days." Then everything went black. The next thing I knew it was morning and Coal was asleep on top of me again. I would have been sure last night was a dream were it not for that familiar ache and mess between my legs and the bloody teeth marks on my nightgown. I'll write some more after I get up and shower. My head is still spinning from everything that's happened.

(8:13 AM)

Update! So, I'm going to start this off by saying Coal isn't a beast at all... he's not even an animal. Coal... is magic... apparently. I woke Coal up and the first thing he did was SPEAK TO ME! As if I needed more proof that last night was real. Coal looked dead at me and spoke “Good morning Allie!" clear as day. He must have seen the panic in my face. As his next words were “I will explain. Just...don't... scream at me." I slowly nodded, waiting for him to speak again, still bewildered. “I am a familiar, your familiar. Bound by blood and love." he explained. “Whatever you need. THAT is my purpose."

“Why are you telling me all this now?" I asked. Coal then proceeded to tell me all the ins and outs of how familiars like him work.

"Familiars take a shape that is most comfortable to the soul it's drawn too. But even then, a familiar must bind itself to a soul before it can speak to its master. Every soul binds differently. It just so happened that yours would bind through intercourse. Once bound a master and familiar are one. Familiars share memories, emotions, and language allowing them to communicate effectively." he said. It was a lot to take in all at once and I didn't even have time to process it as I went into a full-on panic when I heard the beeping of a car horn outside. From the bed, I could just barely see the back tire of the vehicle through a sliver of the window that wasn't covered and knew immediately my uncle must have come to lock up the cabin. I was supposed to have left yesterday. I flew out of bed and threw my coat and boots on. Thankfully my coat covered the marks on my gown. How was I going to explain any of this to my uncle though? When I looked back to Coal, I did a double-take. Instead of the lumbering wolf man that I had become accustomed to, a much more reasonable looking black husky sat panting on the bed. “Does this work better?" Coal asked before I even got a word out. I hesitated as my brain scrambled to piece together some sort of believable story about how I managed to tame Coal, an “abandoned dog? I guess". Needless to say, he bought it as I write this from the passenger seat of his jeep. This will be my last entry for now. I've got a lot to take care of with my car stuck at the cabin and a new “friend" I never expected.