>Be Anon >You were 26 years old, standing at an even six feet. >You were an avid outdoorsman, and were currently out camping in the Appalachians. >On this particular outing, you had managed to convince your GF to come along. >It was a bit of a rough relationship, but you thought that maybe a peaceful weekend away from everything would be just what you two needed to really connect. >Oh, how wrong you had been. >From the second she had step foot into the woods, almost everything that came out of her mouth was a complaint. >Whether she was complaining about the humidity, or pleading for you to cut the trip short, she just won't shut up. >It's the second day of your trip, near the evening. >You had tried to teach her how to fish in a lake nearby, only for her to drop the rod into the water and then blame you for it. >fuckmylife.jpg >Currently, it was in the evening, and the two of you were sitting on opposite sides of a campfire. She was using a canvas fold-up chair, while you were simply sitting on a fallen log. >You were focused on some corned beef hash browning in a small skillet over the fire, while your GF was staring at you with a scowl on her face. >"Anon, you can't -honestly- expect me to eat that. It's so greasy!" >You tell her that it was fine, and that you couldn't really just stop cooking it at this point. >"Ugh, it smells fucking disgusting! You know how I feel about red meat!" >Why the hell do you even keep her around? >"God, this place sucks. Next time you wanna go on vacation, you're taking me to a resort or something." >Before you can form a response, she stands up. >She ducks inside your shared tent, and comes out holding a couple packets of travel toilet paper. >"I'm gonna go pee. And NO, I don't need any help." >You tell her not to go too far, and to be careful. >"Oh, be quiet. I know how to piss, Anon. And I can't go if you can hear me!" >You just watch her with a neutral expression as she marches off through the bushes, leaving the circle of light around your campfire. >Sometimes it was difficult to keep your anger in check around her. >You just sigh, poking at the sizzling meat with a small spatula. >Just another day and a half, and you could be out of here and back to your monotonous life as a wagie back in the city. >It's been nearly 20 minutes since your GF left to go pee. She still hasn't come back. >Fuck, did she get hurt or something? That would just be the cherry on top of the shit sundae that this trip was turning out to be. >At first you had thought she had decided to maybe take a shit or something, but it was getting unnerving. >Just as you're about to get up and start looking for her, you can hear the sound of something moving in the treeline. >Now that you notice it, there's also this weird smell in the air... Almost like burnt copper or stale blood. >Whatever it was, it wasn't particularly pleasant. >Suddenly, something walks out of the brush and into your camp. >Oh, it's just your Girlfriend. >It's her alright, but there's something... Off about her. >Her clothes and hair are a bit dirty looking, and she's standing kind of funny. It almost looks like she's laughing, but without the noise. >You ask her if she's okay, but she just continues to stare at you. >You motion for her to sit down, and she rushes over to you, plopping herself down on the log next to you. >She sits closely next to you, her arm and thigh gently pressing against you. >This was weird... You didn't like how she was being so quiet. Or how she suddenly wanted to be close to you. >It was pretty out of character for her. >An unsure look on your face, you turn back to the skillet. >It had finished cooking a while ago, and was sitting on a rock next to the fire. >You can hear your GF sharply inhale through her nose. >Wait, no. She's... Sniffing you? >thatjustaintright.mp3 >You scooch away from her a bit, making her cock her head at you. >You ask her if she wanted some of the corned beef hash, or if she wanted to get some rest. >She smells the air, and then violently nods. >Well, that's certainly a change of mood from earlier. >As you try to plate some of the hash onto a tray for her, she keeps trying to grab it. >You manage to hold her off just long enough so that you can give her a decent amount. >You hand her the tray and a fork. >She drops the fork and scoops the steaming food into her mouth with her hand, finishing it within a minute. >You have to practically wrestle the tray out of her hands to stop her from licking the remaining grease off of the plate. >You ask her what was with her today, making her cock her head at you once more. >What the fuck? >She croaks out a phrase. >"Yes, I'm FINE." >Well, she certainly still had her bitchy mood. >But something was weird about how she said it. It's almost like the pitch in her voice was off? >Weird. >Maybe things would be better when you woke up in the morning. >You stand up, telling her that you were going to sleep. >She stands up as well, a toothy grin on her face. >You ask her what happened to her out in the woods, and she just shakes her head at you. >She probably just fell down or something... >Her hand tugs on your arm, pulling you closer to her. >She wraps you in a hug, smelling your hair. >Still hugging you, she moves her head to face you. >She still has that wide grin, staring at your face. >Ew, what the fuck!? That metallic smell is coming from her breath! >Wait. Oh fuck. >The woman in front of you has dark brown eyes. >Your girlfriend's eyes were blue. >holypoptartsinapencilsharpener.webm >This isn't your girlfriend! >You pull away from her, alarm on her face. >She must notice your alarm, as she takes a couple steps back, her head tilting at you once more. >To your horror, her head doesn't stop tilting until it's horizontal, the vertebrae in her neck audibly popping. >You scream at her, asking what she did to your GF. >The grin slips from her face as she walks closer to you. >You want to run, but your legs are frozen. >She grabs your arm with an iron grip, pulling you to your tent. >You try to resist, but she's way stronger than she looks. >She doesn't even bat an eye when you start throwing punches at her. >The creature that looks like your girlfriend roughly throws you onto your sleeping bag, the air being forced from your lungs. >She begins to tear at her dirty clothes, ripping the fabric off of her skin. She doesn't stop until she's mostly naked, her sopping wet loins bared to you. >She grins at you, causing you to scream out once more. Holy shit, whatever this thing was, it was going to fucking rape you! >In place of normal Human teeth, are a bestial set that look more at home in a werewolf movie. >It drops down onto it's knees, hands grasping at your jeans. Her fingers are almost inhumanly long, with the nails rough and ragged at the ends. >The Creature tries to tear at them, but the denim seems to be just a bit too sturdy for her. >You kick and yell, but it's no use. >Wait a minute! >Your pack is just a couple feet away from you. Maybe if... >You keep kicking at her, your arms gripping the pack in a panic. >You do your best to unzip it with one hand, using the other hand to try and get her off of you. >Your hand enters the pack, feeling around until it closes around a cylindrical metal object... >Bear mace, Motherfucker! >You whip out the aerosol can, pointing it right at the creatures' wide, excited eyes. >It's too focused on getting your pants off to notice what you're holding. >You shut your eyes tight, and pull back on the tab, sending a fine red mist of liquid tear gas directly into the creatures face. >The Creature's hands tighten around your jeans, ripping them as it screams. >It flops onto one side, clawing at the air. >You take the opportunity to clamber out of the tent. >You unsteadily get to your feet, and book it in a random direction. >Fuck, fuck, fuck! >You don't stop running until you're choking and tears run from your eyes. >Leaning against a tree, you try to get your breath back... >What the FUCK was that!? >Jesus Tap-Dancing CHRIST, a fucking MONSTER just tried to jump your bones! >It was like some shitty greentext on /x/! >You take a quick inventory of yourself as you try to calm down. >You're out in the middle of nowhere, with no clue where you are. >Your jeans have been torn to ribbons, leaving your boxers exposed. >You have no supplies, and nothing to contact the outside world. >To summarize, you're good and truly fucked. >You groan, rubbing your sweat-covered brow. >You look around, seeing if there was anything in the immediate area that could help you. >It's all just rotting sticks and mushrooms. >Damn. >You try and look at the sky for a point of reference. You knew that there was an established campground intended for more novice campers a ways east of here. If you could get there, you would be able to get help. >Too bad the night sky is blocked by a thick covering of leaves. >Damn trees! Maybe deforestation wasn't too bad of an idea after all. >You uneasily look around once more, hoping that the creature wouldn't find you. >In any case, it would be better to get a move on. You weren't accomplishing anything by standing here with your thumb up your ass. >Picking a direction, you start to walk at a brisk pace. >You're not sure how long you've been walking, but you're getting increasingly terrified at the thoughts running though your mind. >Where's your Girlfriend? Is she dead? >Why did that Thing look like her? Why did it try to have sex with you? >Was It trying to find you? >You come to a dead stop after that last thought leaves your mind. >In the distance, you can see two pin-pricks of light through the vegetation. Flashlights? >Holy shit, you're fucking saved! >You call out to the lights and rush towards them, yelling that you needed help. >As you get closer though, the color drains from your face and your cry tapers out into a rattling moan. >The lights did not belong to a pair of flashlights. >It was simply the reflection off of an animals' eyes. >To be more specific, the eyes' of the Creature. >welp.gif >It looked different now. >It still looked vaguely like your Girlfriend, except it was now 7 feet tall, propped up by animalistic legs similar to a deer or goats. >It's arms were unusually long, with long, yet blunt, claws poking out from it's four-fingered hands. >The Thing's torso and head still had the appearance of your GF's, except for the weird sagging effect the skin had. >One thing was for sure. >It was NOT your day. >You book it in the opposite direction, running as fast as your bare legs can take you. >You glance back, and see it following you at the same pace. >Running becomes the only thing in your mind. That and the need to vomit. >You keep on running, but every time you look back, the creature is the same distance behind you, a grin on It's face. >It's toying with you. >You keep on running until you trip over a root, falling flat on your face. >Before you get up, you feel a large hand gently pressing against your back. >You're slowly turned over, the creature's eyes seeming to appraise you as they run over your body. >It smiles warmly at you, It's brutish hands lovingly stroking your head. >It leans in close, the smell of bear mace choking you. >It tenderly whispers something in your ear, but you can't really make them out. >The situation proves to be too much to you, and you start to feel faint. >You let out a shaky cry, then black out. >You wake up with a start, your leg kicking at the air. >Your eyes blink rapidly, but you still can't see anything. >Either your surroundings were really dark, or you were blind. >After a minute, your eyes adjust to the darkness, showing you where you were. >You were sitting near the mouth of some cave, lit up by the light from the moon. >You're covered by a large animal hide, which you roll off of you. >You quickly realize that you aren't wearing any clothes. >Looking around the immediate area for your clothes, you can see nothing except for pebbles. >And a large pile of bones. >Some of which are recognizable as belonging to Humans. >Oh, FUCK. >Uneasily, you stand up, moving to the cave entrance. >When you get to the edge of the cave, you're met by a ledge. >Looking down, it's almost 30 foot drop straight to some sharp-looking rocks. >Yeah, this seems about right for the lair of a monster. >You don't even try to maneuver your way down. >You weren't good at rock climbing on your best days, so you didn't really like your chances when you were naked and tired in the darkness. >From behind you, you can hear a sharp noise suddenly cut through the quiet air. >Then you feel a large, warm hand rest on your shoulder. >You don't bother trying to scream. You know nobody can hear you. >Turning you around, you stare into the face of the creature, now fully changed. >It's chest is covered by a thick layer of fur, with two large breasts poking out. >It's head is situated on the end of a long neck, also covered in a thick covering of scraggly fur. >It's face resembles no animal you've ever seen before. >It almost looks like some weird mixture of a cow's facial structure, a dog's muzzle, and a deer's horns. >Whatever the Thing is, it still has that disturbing grin on It's face. >It pulls you in for a hug, your face pressing into the fur between Her breasts. >To your surprise, it doesn't smell how you thought it would. >Instead of an unbearable stench, it instead has some vaguely familiar animal smell. Almost like that of a dog. >You can hear and feel a deep rumble coming from the Creature's chest as it rubs along your back with it's large hands. >It slowly eases you back over to the hide blanket. >You're slowly let down onto your back as the Thing begins to straddle you. >You can feel a thick, warm drop of it's natural lubricant drip onto your shaft. >One of her hands gently cups your groin, rubbing the slick moisture all over your length. >She coos at you as she coaxes your dick to rise like some sort of sick snake-charmer. >She begins to stroke your length slowly, her other hand positioned on your chest to keep you from running. >Many conflicting thoughts are rushing through your head at this point, most of them relating to whether you should run or not. >Well, it's not like you could get out the front of the cave. And you're pretty certain that the other end of the cave wouldn't really give you many options... >Oh, what the hell. You might as well try to enjoy this before the Creature decides to rip your neck open. >You let out a sigh, and rest your head onto the pelt under you. >The Creature let's out a satisfied squeal as it sees you finally giving in. >You look it in the eyes as it shimmys up your pelvis a bit. >You can see it holding your dick with one hand, trying her best to align it with her own slick opening. >When she has it just where she wants it, she slowly eases herself down, your cock sinking into her. >She eases onto your shaft at a tortuously slow rate, taking atleast 2 minutes until your hips finally meet. >She shivers happily, feeling you hilted inside of her. >Panting, she begins to lift up again, just as slowly as before. >You're not sure how long the cycle continues, but she has your dick throbbing inside of her, begging for more. >She looks at you with a knowing smirk, her hand leaving your chest. >Big mistake, faggot! >You immediately thrust up into her, forcing a loud cry out of her. >Her hips drop down onto you, smacking against your pelvis with a loud slap. >It stings a bit, you're too busy trying to stuff her full of your cock to even register the pain. >If you were going out, you were going out with a bang! Literally! >You hammer into the Furred woman's cunt without mercy, drawing all sorts of embarrassing noises out of her. >At one point she even flops onto her side, your dick popping out of her. >Without skipping a beat, you push her onto her back, climbing on top of her before slamming back into her. >Her skinny legs and arms loosely wraps around you as you pound into her. >She lets out several loud, feral cries as you slam deep inside of her. >Suddenly, her arms and legs tighten around you, and she lets out an ungodly scream as her climax hits her like a bullet. >It's enough to set you over the edge as well. >You groan as you spray her insides white with your love, her internal muscles drawing your cum directly into her womb. >Her hand lovingly strokes your head as she huffs and pants, her long tongue hanging out of her mouth. >Your head rests in her fur, your head swimming. >You feel a deep and satisfied rumble coming from deep within her. >Her fur feels so warm, and you can't help but close your eyes. >Everything feels right in this moment. >Balls deep inside a monster who probably killed your Girlfriend? Whatever. >Trapped in a cave 30 feet off of the ground? Eh, so what? >Hopelessly lost in the Appalachians? Well, it could be worse. >With a smile, you left yourself drift off to sleep. >To your shock, you wake up the following morning. >You sit up on the pelt, your skin sticky with the remainders of last night. >Next to you, you can see the Creature looking at you with a peaceful smile. >She's happily rubbing her stomach, staring at you. >To your shock, she suddenly speaks in a raspy voice. >"Our children... We will raise them... Together..." >idshabbening.png >Well, you could cross "fathering demon children" off of your bucket list. >You sigh, laying back down. >She reaches over, patting you on the thigh. >From that day on, you were never again seen by the outside world. >Your Girlfriend had actually survived, being picked up by the side of the road crying about some "huge fucking monster". >Her cries were interpreted as those of someone in a state of shock and hysteria, and were thus ignored. >Your disappearance had been investigated for about a month and a half before being dropped. >The official word that closed the investigation was that your camp had been attacked by a Black Bear, and you had been killed. >Never-mind the fact that no traces of Bear fur were found at your camp, and Bears hadn't even been sighted in the region for the past 6 years. >You lived on, somewhat happily, in the company of your monstrous baby-mama and your many children. >And there you would remain. >It could be worse, though. >Hey, at least she didn't eat you. 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