Welcome to Monstergirl City CYOA lewd++

Tired of your uninteresting rural life, you've decided to move to Monstergirl City in an attempt to find more satisfaction in life. You find an apartment fairly easily along with a second-shift job. Taking the subway home after your first day of work, you inadvertently took a train that was heading in the opposite direction of where you needed to go. To double your misfortune, you fell asleep and wound up taking it all the way to the end of the line, where you were woken up and told that the subway service was ending until morning. Ejected from the train, you find yourself quite a distance from home, no money for a cab, and it's past midnight. Looking at the station map, you find yourself in an area of town that you recall your co-workers discussing as a 'bad area,' and one that a young man would not want to be alone in at this hour.

After thinking for a few minutes, you realize the station is now empty. Rather than attempting to walk back above-ground, you consider that you could take the tunnels to the station you need to go to. There will be no trains running, after all, so it should be safe.

 

 

 

 

You soon disregard the thought of taking the tunnels. You've seen enough movies to know it's probably not a good idea. Besides, if you think it's safe to go down there, others may have as well for clandestine meetings or something that they would not want another to stumble onto.

 

Emerging above ground, you notice that the city seems rather quiet. There's little traffic and many shops and stores have closed. So much for the never-ending nightlife of the city, you think to yourself.

Thanks to the conveniences of modern technology, you pull up a map on your phone and figure out the quickest way home. As you begin to walk, you look up at the night sky and notice that the moon is full. Slightly nervous, you calm yourself by thinking it just superstitious non-sense. Some of your co-workers were monstergirls, after all, and nothing bad happened to you - though some of them were unusually flirtatious.

 

You begin walking through the darkened streets; you wonder why there's so few street lamps around here. After a few blocks on the same sidewalk, you spot a trio of figures crouched against a wall near a streetlamp. You can't make out who (or what) they are, but they seem to have noticed you from quite a distance despite the dark. They stand up and turn in your direction.

Looking around you, there's an alley to your side, another subway station across the street, about one block away, or you think you could maybe head back and try another path. Or you could continue forward.

 

Thinking about it, you realize you're being kind of a racist dick. Just because there's the potential they're monster girls means you should avoid them? Though you plan to maybe cross the street as you get close enough to figure out who they are.

You resume walking, but the trio seems to be holding still. As you draw closer, you can begin to make out their forms better. Unfortunately, you realize, they're all lamia. You can now make out their powerful bodies. Maybe a hundred feet away now, you glance to the other side of the street to avoid confronting them directly. As you turn back, you notice they're now all moving towards you - perhaps sensing that you're intending to avoid them.

You still have no idea of their intentions, but you do notice they're all wearing jackets of some kind. You still can't make out their faces though.

If you're going to do something, it has to be now. Your options, you figure, remain much the same, though now there isn't an alley you can easily escape into. There is, however, a fire escape that appears to go all the way to the top of a building. You mentally note that a lamia would probably have difficulty ascending a ladder.

 

No, you tell yourself. You won't give in to the fear of the unknown. Swallowing hard and putting on your confident face, you continue forward. You force yourself to puff up, throwing your chest forward and your shoulders out. Seeing that you're continuing towards them, the lamia trio stops moving as well. As you move closer, you can begin making them out. They're all wearing leather jackets, and two of them have their arms crossed while staring directly at you. There's one more towards the front who has one hand on her hip, or where her hips would be if she had any, while the other hangs to her side.

They're staring at you quite intently. You can't help but think they look hungry, and you've just presented yourself to them on a plate. You now realization racism may have been the answer, but you continue forward, albeit deflated now.

The lead lamia slithers up to you, watching you as you attempt to walk past. You throw a sidelong glance at her, noticing her crimson eyes and raven hair. Just as you're about to pass her, she throws an arm out to stop you. Suddenly the other two come at you from the rear and side, effectively boxing you in. There is no escape.

The lead lamia drapes an arm around you now, her long tongue darting out and touching your cheek.

"Hey kid, where you goin?" she hisses out.

"You seem kind of lost. Need some help?"

The other two chime in, giggling out 'Yeah kid, need some help?'

They all have a wicked grin.

"We can give you all the help you need" the dark-haired lamia says while her tongue keeps flicking your cheek.

 

Shaking and attempting not to cry right now, you figure you need to do your best to try and talk your way out of this. What do you say?

 

Trying your best to keep your voice from cracking or quivering, you tell them that you are walking home because the subways have quit running, and you lack the money for a cab. You're not really lost because you have the map on your phone, so you really don't need any help. You'd also like to avoid any trouble if you can help it.

 

You attempt to move away from them, but they're not having any of it. They continue to look at you wordlessly.

"Surely," you begin to say, "such lovely ladies wouldn't be up to any trouble." You intended to say that line with confident authority, but instead it came out exactly as you'd expect from someone who is being threatened and is fruitlessly trying to talk their way out of it.

You see the lead lamia's face contort into some kind of attempt to stifle laughter, but she cracks and begins laughing rather loudly and in an extremely un-ladylike fashion. The other two quickly follow suit. You hope their laughter would allow you to slip away, but no, the crimson-eyed lamia keeps a tight grip on your shoulders.

Wiping away tears with her other hand, she leans in closer and whispers, her tongue tickling your ear, "We like funny guys 'round here." She looks to the other two, and tells them to pick you up - "We're going to the tunnels," she says looking back at you. The others oblige and with remarkable ease lift you off your feet.

You ask why the tunnels.

The lead lamia smiles, "Because we're the Tunnel Snakes." She winks at you. "And Tunnel Snakes rule!" the other two chime in.

You swear you've heard this all before.

Once inside the subway terminal, they take their turns with you. Each of them coils about you, forcing you inside of them. Panting and moaning all the while, they seem to enjoy themselves and pleasure each other while they wait for you to become available.

After ejaculating two or three times in each of them, they finally leave you alone a wet sticky mess on the ground.

 

 

 

You go into the station's bathroom to clean yourself up.

Once again, you find yourself wondering if you should attempt to proceed through the subway tunnels or go above-ground again. You're a bit closer to home, but it will take at least another two hours of walking no matter which path you choose.

 

 

 

Using your very powerful reasoning skills, you decide that if there are tunnel snakes above ground, then what terrors lurk underground?

You resolve to continue your sojourn where at least there are street lights and the moon. You carefully climb the stairs leading out of the station and look around; the lamia appear to be long gone.

Checking your map again, you begin heading off in the direction of your home. You think to yourself that the rape wasn't so bad - you've never cum that much before. You're in kind of a good mood despite it all, so you begin to whistle. Covering a fairly good distance while whistling, not seeing anyone else, you have high hopes that nothing else will lead to rape.

As you utter 'seven applies on a witch's tree' in time with your whistling, you hear a loud, drawl out howl, but you're not sure where from. It sounds almost on top of you. Whirling around, you don't see anything however.

You nervously pick up your pace, trying to plot out escape routes should something ambush you. The one direction you forgot to check, however, was above you. Leaping from the roof of a nearby building, a wolf-girl drops down in front of you. Before you can react, she pulls in very close to you and asks 'Hey kid, where'd you learn that song?'

Your response is to run away, and you manage to round a corner and out of sight of the wolf girl before she can react.

Your options are the alley you just ran through, but that'd be silly as the wolf girl is right there, probably bounding towards you at this very moment. There are various buildings you could probably find a fire escape to climb up, or continue following this alley until it exits.

You also briefly consider that maybe she really was just curious and hadn't intended to rape you, but your previous experience is still rather clear in your mind.

 

Due to your indecisiveness, you wind up remaining where you are for far too long. Looking back to where you came from, you see a shadow appear, followed by two intensely glowing golden eyes.

Before you can haul ass away from her, you hear her yell to you. "Ah, sorry about that, I really was just very curious. With the full moon and me being a wolf... and I can smell the stench of sex on you..." she trails off.

"I guess I can understand why you would run."

 

She sounds kind of sad, like you've just confirmed that she's the monster she believes herself to be. Feeling ashamed of yourself, you respond back that you're sorry for running, but yes, you were accosted by a trio of lamia not long ago and are still a bit on edge. You begin walking back to her, telling her that you heard your father and grandfather whistling it while you were a child.

Now close enough to make out her features, you can see while she's looking at you, she doesn't appear to have a hungry gaze. Still at the mouth of the alley, she backs off some, probably to make you feel more comfortable about approaching her and exiting back out onto the streets.

As you exit, she asks what you're doing out here on the streets so late, "It's not safe for you, you know" she adds. You explain your story about work and the subway, her ears twitching as she listens. Nodding her head as you finish, "Yes, that is rather unfortunate, especially considering you're a young man in this town."

"Would you like me to walk with you for the rest of the way? It'd probably be an effective deterrence for other girls."

You agree, happy that your 'understanding' ways have won out.

After walking a few blocks you notice that she is constantly glancing at you, trying her best to hide it. You also think her breathing is becoming a bit fast for the pace of the walk, especially considering she leapt from a building at you.

 

 

 

While her actions are leaving you ill at ease, you suspect that attempting to run or avoid her may trigger some kind of predatory instinct, instantly making the situation far worse than it is. Plus, you'd feel kind of like a jerk refuting her kindness after accepting it.

 

You continue walking, mentioning that she seems to be breathing heavily. You decide to avoid talking about her constantly looking at you.

The wolf girl nervously looks away, then looks back at you with a slight blush.

"W-well, the scent wafting off you... and the moon... it.. it's a bit difficult for me to endure."

While you can smell the odor of lamia girlcum on you along with your own fluids, you imagine it must be many times more powerful for the wolf girl.

Thinking fast, you decide to ask her what her name is.

"Ah, oh, it's Lydia. Pleased to meet you," she says with a smile. You smile back and introduce herself. She seems a bit more calm; perhaps conversation will help keep her in control of herself.

Unfortunately you don't have a clue what to talk about. She looks back at you, a blush rising to her cheeks again. You're going to need to think fast.

 

You ask her why she was on top of that building at this hour.

"Oh, I like parkour" she flashes a wolfy smile at you. "It's fun and helps keep me in shape."

Sounds like fun, you respond. You ask if she's a student around here, to which she smiles. "You're just being nice, I don't look that young do I?," giggling while speaking. I'm an assistant controller at an electronics company in this city."

You're quite amazed. That means she's at least in her late 20s, possibly early 30s.

She runs ahead of you a bit, then turns so she's walking backwards. "What about you?" You hesitate for a moment then explain you're leaving your rural life and such. She gives you an odd smile, one you can't place. It's not quite harmless, but not lascivious either.

"So you're all alone here?" she asks while her tail swishes.

This line of questioning is going to be dangerous soon, you think.

Frantic to change the subject, you blurt something out in an attempt to throw her off kilter. "S-so what did one wolf say to the other? H-H-Howls it going? You attempt to flash a comedian's smile as you deliver the punchline.

She freezes solid, mouth partially agape.

Oh gods, she's not laughing.

You come up with another zinger.

"What do wolf parties always start at midnight?"

"So they can have a howling good time!"

She twitches, mouth opening further.

In full panic mode, you think another one of these is just what the doctor ordered.

"What do you call a lost wolf?

A where-wolf!"

You laugh very nervously to yourself. Lydia is still not responding. Her eyes are fixated on you. You notice they start to shimmer a bit, an unnatural light radiating from within.

You're still laughing to yourself.

Finally she moves, walking slowly towards you. You're afraid she's going to slap you or bite you or something. You stand frozen. She places a finger on your lips to quell your laughter. Looking at you with golden eyes, she says "Are you toying with me right now?"

"How did you know that puns turn me on?"

Well, fuck. You need a plan, and you need it now.

 

You're not used to such overt and confrontational questioning, especially about sexual topics. Living in that rural hicktown didn't give you much chance to practice.

Your mind is reeling. You can feel her hot breath panting against your face and neck. Her shimmering eyes are very... captivating. You reach back into your mind, desperate to say some magic words that will diffuse this situation. Your mind grabs a hold of something and pulls it out. Without using the more rational parts of your mind, you give voice to your thoughts. You pray they're the word of god.

 

"W-would you l-like a-a b-b-one b-buried in your b-backyard?"

 

Why. As the final words leave your mouth, you regret them with every fiber of your being. You feel your lips and throat moving to enunciate the final words, but you're powerless to stop it. Pandora's box has opened, and there is no force on earth that is going to close it.

Well, maybe one.

 

Lydia's eyes flash brightly and her face turns bright red. She starts to laugh, leaning back and covering her eyes with a hand. While still laughing a most... unnatural laugh, she splits her fingers and you see golden orbs peering out at you. Her mouth is twisted into hideous smile. It's certainly very joyous looking, but you realize it's not the sort an innocent joy.

 

You stammer out that you're sorry, but you couldn't help it. You got flustered and it seemed like a good idea at the time. You start taking steps back. She drops her arms, and stoops slightly. Advancing forward to match your steps. Her eyes are arched, her wide smile pushing the bottoms of her eye upwards, giving them a half-moon appearance. She's panting heavily.

"I will accept your proposal to bury, a, as you called it, bone, in my backyard."

You look all around you. You could possibly escape, but you wonder if you could actually get away.

 

 

 

 

 

You continue backing up in an attempt to keep distance between you and the wolf girl, Lydia, that you've turned on by pure, stupid, chance.

While the thought of engaging in carnal passions with this wolf-girl who is at least a few years your senior entices you, now is not the time. The cold, dirty concrete of the city is not the place for a fuck.

You plead with her, trying to apologize for your words as if that would do anything. She pays you little heed, her steps sure and confident as she approaches you. Her face still a mask of burning lust, you notice her tongue is starting to hang out now and she's drooling some.

Her arms also appear to be more... furry now? Were they like that before?

Following her arms down to their hands you notice they're now ending in big fluffy paws. No, those were not there before, you think. The implications of her ability to metaphor parts of her worry you. You had hoped that if you could not out-run her, you could at least over-power her. Now you're not so sure.

 

You think of trying to convince her to at least go to a hotel or something, but realize that'd sound like you were submitting to her. You still need to put up a fight, after all.

You turn and break into a run. Living the rural life meant you were often outdoors, so while you are not particular strong or athletic, you're still fairly fit. Legs pumping and arms swinging, you look back expecting at least some distance between you and her. That hope is quickly dashed to pieces as you see her barely feet behind you, effortlessly keeping pace with you. She starts letting out little howls, and you can hear her whisper to herself she just loves the thrill of the hunt.

Running was not an ideal choice. Pivoting quickly, you hope to tackle or stun her and make a dash towards... something that you can conceal yourself in. You throw your shoulder into her, bowling her back with a yelp.

There's a phone booth nearby, along with an alley. What do you do?

 

The phone booth seems like a good idea. While she's recovering, you dash to it and seal yourself inside. While inside, you phone 911 on your mobile and explain that you're pretty sure you're about to be raped. The dispatcher asks what by. Do they normally ask that? You explain that it's a wolf-girl who you inadvertently made rather horny. The dispatcher is silent for a moment, then you hear a slight chortle. "Not our problem, honey." She's hung up on you.

You now notice the wolf-girl is stalking about the booth, her eyes entirely fixed on you as she paces. She's still panting and drooling some, her face a deep crimson. You yell loudly, asking her to please calm down and let's talk.

"Why aren't you taking responsibility for what you've done to me?" She yells as she bangs on the door to the booth with her large paws.

"Can't you see what you've done to meee?" she pleads. Realizing that you're not getting away, that yes, you've made this girl... no, woman, horny as hell, and that you'd rather not be here until day break, you resign to take responsibility. You open the door, much to her delight. Asking that you would rather do it somewhere more comfortable, she howls with joy and grabs you. Before you can say anything, her powerful arms toss you across her shoulders as she runs while fireman carrying you. You notice she's approaching a wall rather quickly. Fearing that she's going to run into it, you're rather surprised when she manages to bound on top of the single-story building in one great leap.

You had planned to fight her? You're retarded.

She throws you onto the roof. Expecting a hard impact, you instead bounce harmlessly onto a mattress. With equal speed she's completely disrobed, and is now going for your pants. Before you can even cry rape, she's removed your pants and underwear. She instantly buries her face into your crotch, sucking and licking your penis until it's fully erect.

 

 

Mounting you, she wraps her paws behind you, then presses her chest and breasts against yours, effectively pinning you in place. With a savage fury only a beast could match, she rocks her hips up and down in lightning strides. Every time her legs and ass hits your own legs, her ass jiggles and bounces, and your feel her nipples becoming ever harder as they're mashed against your chest.

The speed at which she's moving is unreal, you think. She's panting and howling, her tongue lolling out of her head. Her tail is swishing wildly, and her twitching up and down nearly as rapidly as her hips. You can feel her gushing fluids as they roll down your legs and hips, pooling onto the mattress. The sounds are somewhere between lewd and hilarious, something like someone fisting a jar of mayo while another person eats a tube of cookie dough next to you.

Unable to stand anymore, you finally release into her eager snatch, her vagina sucking and tugging on you in ways you did not imagine possible. Unfortunately she either didn't notice your orgasm or she simply doesn't care. Her furious pounding continues unabated. Due to your sensitivity from your orgasm, the movements cause you to twitch and spasm in her grasp. After several minutes of intense and high-impact sexual violence, complete with a few more hot, white, jets of shame released from you, you feel her contract powerfully around you and she lets out a very long howl of pleasure, then collapses onto you.

She lays still for a moment, rolls off of you. Her demeanor has suddenly changed - she's acting kind of sheepish now. She quickly apologizes for her actions, hands you a card, then dashes away with her clothing in hand. You look at the card - it's her business card complete with home phone number. Your shame at being raped is slightly alleviated by scoring a hot wolf woman's number. Putting your clothing back on, you find a way down to the ground from the roof.

 

You check your phone; you're not quite sure where you've ended up now.

The maping information updates to indicate you have two potential routes: One that goes east and another that runs north. Eventually they combine, but not for a good mile or two.

 

You elect to travel the northern path.

 

You walk quickly, but continually scan your surroundings. Looking every which way, including up along the rooftops, you're determined to get home. You're tired, uncomfortably moist, and smell extremely rank.

As you walk, the buildings become less storefronts and small apartments and more skyscrapers and the like. The metal and glass structures gleam in the moonlight, and you have a small relief that at least nothing will be jumping down on you from those imposing structures.

 

Proceeding through the inner city, you check your phone again - you're almost halfway home. You consider maybe calling the wolf girl, she was nice until her lust got the better of her. Plus with her steady job, she could be a solid sugar momma. Living on your own with your meager income means you're rather barebones, sleeping on a mattress on the floor, browsing the internet with an ancient laptop, and eating ten-cent-a-packet ramen with cheap chicken for dinner.

As you consider your financial woes, you spot something glinting on the ground. Moving closer, you see it's a golden coin. You instantly go on the defensive, hiding behind a parked car, desperately looking for the person who has left this trap. After several minutes, you neither see or hear anything else. Just the coin sitting on the sidewalk. Maybe someone really did just... drop it? It's unlikely, you think, as that would be worth several months of your currently salary.

 

 

 

You know you ought not too, but you consider your price. You pick up the second coin, and wait. After a few seconds, you spot a glint in the sky and another coin drops to the ground some distance away, maybe twenty or thirty feet. It rings loudly in the calm night on impact, then settles down.

You can see where this is going. You have your pride damn it, you're not going to fall into this stupid ass trap. You set both coins back down, then break into a run. You run and run, passing multitudes of structures. When you can finally run no further, you stop, gasping for breath. Your legs on fire, your eyes find a bench and you sit down.

Closing your eyes and panting, you hear the sound. A sharp ring. Several rings. You open your eyes and turn your head in the direction you came from. There are now five or six coins rolling about. They're certain upped the ante.

But no, you will not do this. You could live a better life, but it would be temporary. You'd still need to work and conserve money. You ignore the coins. After you catch your breath, you walk confidently away from the coins. After several minutes, you still have not heard another fall, and breathe a quiet sigh of relief.

Your journey proceeding uninterrupted for another ten or fifteen minutes, you begin exiting the dense downtown and find yourself approaching a large park. You spot something else, near the park entrance.

What the fuck is up with this rape town, you think to yourself.

It's a glowing orb of blue... flame? You're not sure. You freeze where you are, but it seems to have found you as you found it. It drifts towards you, and you begin to back up. Relying on experience, you don't make any sudden movements. The orb of flame floats harmlessly around you, its touch actually being somewhat cooling and soothing. It drifts back to the park entrance, back to you, and once again to the entrance. It seems to be inviting you.

 

 

Despite getting yourself into bad situation, you manage to remember you still have your phone and Lydia's card. You call the number marked 'mobile' and wait with anticipation. After a few rings, you hear her voice. "Hello, who is this?"

You wait a moment, your courage flagging slightly. Introducing yourself as the man she just raped, there's a long, awkward silence. "Ah, yeah...." she says, then again goes silent. You mention that you followed some blue flames into a large park, and are now trapped in some kind of maze.

ou hear a long, winded sigh on the other end. "You're an idiot, you know that?" You agree that indeed you are.

"There isn't much I can do. I can go to the entrance, but I won't be able to enter or we'll both be trapped in there. While I've never been trapped in the same situation you're in, I can tell you that you're stuck in there but good. Your best bet is to try and work out something with whoever captured you."

You plead with the wolf girl to help you, but she insists that even if she were to walk in the entrance, she would never find you - the blue flames carry you into sort of a pocket area of space, she says. You begrudgingly accept her answer, then ask how she plans to find the entrance you went in. "By the smell," she responds. "I'll talk to you in person when you escape," then she hangs up.

You look back at the flame, thinking about her words. Following it, a trio of flames now surround you, and then a fourth appears. You keep going until you finally come across a ninth flame. As it draws near you, all the flames combine and a kitsune with deep golden fur appears. Her long, fluffy ears twitch excitedly and her tails dance about. "Fufu, another man has fallen into my trap!' she exclaims. You sigh and tell her that you attempted to escape after the second flame, but her magics ensnared you. She doesn't seem to care. Asking her what she wants, she just smiles, pokes you in the chest, and says 'You.'

 

 

You ask if you could play with her later. Maybe even make it a weekly thing as you're new in town and don't really know anyone. While she considers your offer, you ask who the other two members are. "Friends of mine, " she smiles. "I play with them often, but unfortunately we do have a hard time finding a fourth. It was my turn to find another for this session."

You sigh, and think it just must be her nature to pull a stunt like that to get a fourth. Doesn't she have co-workers or something?

So, about letting me go. She nods her head. "Sure, then we won't have to waste time finding another. It'll be a bother tricking another person into entering here though."

She waves her tails about, "I do hope you haven't lied to me though, or there will be consequences." You note the venom that seeped into her last few words, then she vanishes and your surroundings blur. Within a few seconds you're back at the entrance of the park. While you have escaped possible rape, you suspect that should you attempt to dodge her next summons for a game, you will suffer a terrible fate.

You wonder if others have made this deal and then backed out at the last minute.

While you ponder what could have been, Lydia jogs up. "Oh hey you're out already?"

You tell her about the experience, and she smiles proudly at you for having escaped unscathed. "Well, you've probably figured it out by now but you're doomed to play with them now. I wouldn't want to cross a kitsune."

 

The wolf-girl looks at you, sniffing, then backs off some. "Ah, sorry, I'm still kind of..." You say it's fine, you'll avoid saying anything that'll set her over the edge. She fidgets, then asks where you live. You tell her your address and show on your phone where you're going. Her response is quite quick - "I live near there myself, ain't that somethin?"

You don't know if this is good or bad.

 

"I would go with you the rest of the way, but with the moon and my scent still lingering on you... I'm pretty sure that I... couldn't control myself. I'm already getting... agitated." You note the color of her cheeks and her increased breathing. It might not be all bad, you think. She seems to like you. It could be more than just the love of a rapist for the rapee, you think. You ask her if she's currently with anyone. Looking back and forth, "No, I live alone."

Thinking about the evening thus far, you remember the coins from earlier, and explain the event to her. "So you avoided one breadcrumb trap only to land in another." Her response is flat, as though she really can't believe you were that dumb.

You shrug your shoulders in response.

"Well, I wonder about the one who was dropping the coins. Without knowing their identity I couldn't tell you if I could offer you any protection against them. Someone like a Tanuki sure..." she closes her eyes to think about various people that'd likely have an ample supply of gold coins. "It may have even been a dragon - I'd have no chance against something like that." You think about it for a few seconds, and decide to avoid putting Lydia at risk. While she probably would try to defend you to make up for her earlier actions, you don't want to make her do that. She seems fairly sweet; she even came to your help when you asked.

If you go alone whatever was dropping those coins is sure to take you.

"You'll most likely be raped again if you go," Lydia chimes in, sensing your thoughts. While she tries to sound distant and uninterested, you can read her body language well enough. She obviously doesn't want you to go. For what reason though, is unknown to you. She could just be looking out for you, or maybe even jealous at the thought of someone bearing her scent rutting with someone else.

You think it's kind of cute if it's the later.

 

You're heavily conflicted on going back to the coins alone. The temptation of money is strong, but so is your pride. Plus, you have this wolf-girl here. One last chance to make a decision on going back to the coins, alone, or not.

 

After pondering the question for a while, you elect to stay with the wolf girl, and ask her to join you home. "A-are you sure?" She seems surprised. "Those coins could be worth a lot, I'm sure whoever dropped would let you keep a few." You laugh slightly, then mention that it's not worth it, besides, you don't know if you would even make it out alive. Better not to take those risks, you say.

Lydia's ears prick up and her tail swishes a bit. Good answer, you think to yourself.

As you walk wordlessly, you can't help but think this is very similar to the first time you met her, not that long ago. She's constantly glancing at you, her face a light shade of red. Though she's keeping her distance a bit this time around. The sun is beginning to rise towards the east. How long have you been out here, you think to yourself. Checking your phone you realize it's nearly 5am.

You look up, ill thoughts storming into your mind.

"Lydia, would you like to stop for some... clawfee?"

She stops. She knows what you're up to. Her tail begins to swish very nervously but she won't look at you. Attempting to play it off like she just mis-heard you, "W-why d-do you want t-to go to a c-coffee shop?"

You twist the knife.

"Howl else could I thank you for coming to see me at the park?"

You sense something break in the poor wolf. She starts shaking. She still won't look at you. While looking at her, you watch as her arms become fluffy and her hands morph into big paws again.

You know what's coming. Soon it'll be you, then her.

Still not looking at you, her ears and tail twitching furiously, she asks "D-d-d-does this m-mean you l-l-like me?" her voice becoming very soft towards the end. Then, in a hushed whisper, "or do you just want me to r-rape you again?"

 

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Maybe it's just Stockholm Syndrome, maybe it's because she's being nice to you after what she did. Maybe you're lonely. You don't know. Unlike the tunnel snakes, Lydia has stuck around.

You approach her, but she doesn't hear you - probably too wrapped up in controlling herself. You whisper into her ear, 'It's probably just... puppy love."

You are one smooth motherfucker.

She seems to... melt? She collapses to the ground, barely able to hold herself up. Worried, you reach for her. She suddenly springs at you, throwing you to the ground, resting on top of you.

You're not done yet.

"Oh no, if this continues I'll have to high-tail it out of here."

In a move that reminds you of the hulk, she just rips her shirt and bra off. There was no removing them. They're completely gone now. She is panting heavily, bright red, and her eyes are kind of scary looking. She grabs each side of her jeans and shreds those off as well. You think that maybe this wasn't a good idea. What kind of strength is needed to tear jeans apart like that?

Slamming her fluffy paws down onto your chest, she proceeds to shred your clothing off your body in a similar fashion. Now you're kind of scared, and wondering how you intend to get home stark naked. There's still considerable distance left, and the sun is beginning to rise.

Such thoughts are clearly nowhere near Lydia's mind, however.

At least, however, she has the presence of mind not to take you here on the streets. You think you see a person down the sidewalk looking at you. Standing quickly, she hauls you to your feet with one paw, then grabs a pipe on the side of a building with another. She pulls herself and you up, then uses her feet to hold onto the pipe, and continues to shimmy up the pipe one-handed. While holding you.

God damn that girl has some strength.

 

 

Within seconds she's scaled a three or four story building and thrown you atop the roof. Fortunately there's some kind of garden up here, so she drags you over to the grass. Wasting no time she mounts you again, and fucks much like your previous encounter. Only this time, instead of dashing away, she then spins around and places her head on the ground, waving her ass at you. It's very clear what she wants. As you said before, she wants your bone in her backyard. She's panting like a crazed animal in heat. Probably because she is one at this point. Any doubt of lubrication is completely gone - her inner thighs are completely slicked with her fluids and some semen is trailing out as well. You slide inside carefully, not wanting to hurt the poor girl, but apparently it's too slow for her. She slams her hips back into you, causing you to hilt her nearly instantly. You begin your own motions, but again, it's not enough. She's rocking back and forth in time to you, essentially doubling your movement speed as your inches slide in and out of her tight asshole. It isn't long until the grip of her tight circle force an orgasm out of you, thick ropey spurts painting her guts despite you cumming just minutes before.

As you move to pull out, she isn't having any of it. With one strong motion, she forces you back inside of her and slams your hips down onto the ground as she straddles you reverse-cowgirl style. Grabbing hold of the edge of the garden box, she begins lifting and slamming down her hips in great strides, her supple ass rippling with every thunderous clap of wet flesh. Every time she slams down she lets out of a yelp and you feel her tighten down on you hard, feeling like you're trapped in a cigar cutter. Not only that, but a bit of fluid squirts out of her soppy cunt every time - you wonder if she's having an orgasm with every thrust.

 

After nearly an hour of non-stop fucking, she finally slows and collapses. You yourself aren't in much better shape, but lean over to check on her. She's sound asleep - fucked herself to passing out, she did.

Eyes heavy with sleep, you figure why not, and fall asleep in the ticklish grass against her. Given the circumstances of tonight, you suspect it may not be all that unusual if whoever owns the building comes to check the garden and finds you two as well.

 

Just before you fall asleep, you have to decide what to do when you wake up.

 

Stirring in the warmth of the sun and grass, you quickly realize your nakedness as a breeze passes by. Your foggy mind rapidly clearing, you suddenly become aware of the wolf girl that is curled up against your chest, dozing fitfully. Her bushy tail is curled up between her legs, sandwiched between your chest and hers. Her large, pointed ears twitch often, their tips tickling your chin.

 

The events of the previous night play through your mind, drawing a light blush to your cheeks. Raising your head, you look around for your clothing but do not see anything. Thinking hard, you realize she tore her clothes and yours off near the base of the building you're currently atop of. Your phone, wallet, and keys were in those pants, so you pray they're still there.

Looking towards the sunrise and blinking moistly, you surmise that it's still rather early in the morning. You probably haven't been asleep for long. Getting some clothing is going to be your number one priority, but first you must wake sleeping beauty. Though you never got the chance last night, you attempt to do so now - you give her scritches behind the ears. You're rather surprised at their velvety texture; it's a stark contrast to the bushy, almost wiry nature of her tail. Suddenly her ears begin to rapidly twitch and one of her legs kicks, kneeing you in a rather sensitive area. All you can do is clench your teeth and suck in. Whilst trying your best to suppress your wail of agony, Lydia stirs and wakes up, yawning mightily. Her eyes opening, she looks at you for a few moments, then smiles and licks your nose, giggling afterwards. You instantly blush, then roll over and stand up. Explaining the clothing situation, Lydia walks over to the edge of the building and looks down, pointing out that everything is still there. Before you can say anything, she darts down over the edge and reappears in what seems like scant seconds.

 

Well, at least you have your belongings back, but the clothes are a shredded mess. You look at the jeans that have been tore cleanly in two, then over at the lithe wolf woman that did this.

 

You check your phone, using it to find a nearby clothing store. Good, there isn't one too far away you think, but you are naked. You can't really just stroll several blocks through a waking city and into a store. Or maybe you could, this place seems all kinds of fucked up.

You ask Lydia. Looking pensive, she thinks for a while. Standing in the sunlight, you can now see that which was obscured in the darkness. She's very taut and lithe, giving her a modest chest, though her hind side and hips seem to be rather full. She's lightly tanned, and her deep red hair is cut boyishly short. Looking at her like this, you start to feel a bit excited. Nervously looking away, you know this isn't the time for that.

After a few moments, Lydia answers your question.

"Well I have a friend that I could borrow some clothes from. She might even have some guy stuff I could get as well. She's not too far away. Probably wouldn't take me more than a half hour or an hour by rooftop."

Rooftop? Given the athletics display you witnessed last night, you realize she's being quite serious.

"Or if you want to spend some coin, we could just go to a store. Incidents... like this aren't... uncommon after a full moon."

Still, walking around naked bothers you.

You wonder if there's any other options.

 

    You ask Lydia if she'd like to get something to eat. You're rather hungry, so you figure she might be as well.

    "Sure, that sounds fine. Where would you like to go?"

    You list off the various foods you like, and mention again you don't know the area. Lydia makes a suggestion to which you readily agree.

    It's another step closer to home, and you'll get some food in your stomach.

    Talking over breakfast, you realize that Lydia is rather different now than she was yesterday. She seems very in-control and sure of herself without coming off as cocky or arrogant. You suppose it's due to her being several years your senior - the poise of an older woman, maybe?

    During the breakfast small talk, you also discover that she's into motorsports, bikes in specific. She races several times a year at a local circuit. You wonder if perhaps this wild woman will be too much for you to handle. Throughout the meal you catch the waitress often looking at you. She appears to be a normal human girl, so you don't pay her much attention. You feel a little bit of pity for her.

 

    Stomach full and a warm sun in the sky, you begin to feel even more tired than last night. Not too surprising considering all the action you had. You notice Lydia yawning, and ask if maybe there's some place to take a nap. There's still a decent ways to go before you get home. Rest seems like a good idea.

 

    She agrees, and mentions there's another park - different from the one you met the Kitsune in - nearby. You could maybe lay down under a tree or something and have yourself some shut eye. You could also just go straight home, to her house, or anything else really.

 

While the park did seem like a good idea, you decide that simply getting home is the best thing right now. You ask Lydia if you could go to her place.

Her tail swishing happily, "Sure, if you'd like."

The walk to her place continues uneventfully with few words spoken. She does however occasionally brush up against you or hold your arm while you walk. It's a much better feeling than you would have expected.

Though you increasingly become more and more tired, you don't know why. Sure you're fatigued, but this is getting a bit out of hand. Lydia seems to have taken notice of your wavering, unsteady steps.

"We're almost there. Maybe just a quarter mile more." You force yourself to go on. Your single minded determination is commendable, even if driven by your lecherous heart. You want nothing more than to get to her house, sleep, and then fuck for hours once you've rested. But somehow that sounds wrong. Or feels wrong. Sure you like her, but was that your only reason?

With such a tired mind, it's difficult to think anymore. Or even walk. You feel Lydia supporting you, and you can make out concern on her face.

Time seems to be melting by, but you don't know how much. Things begin to blur together. You can vaguely her hear voice; it comes and goes. After a while, or maybe not a while, you feel yourself collapse onto something soft. You're not sure what, but you instantly fall asleep. So tired.

 

As your eyes close, you open... another set of eyes? And find yourself in some kind of dark... place. You appear to be in a room, but it's quite shaded. There's windows, but the sky has no stars or moon.

Your mind seems to have regained a tiny amount of focus, but it's still hard to think.

Suddenly, some candles come to life on the walls, bathing the room in soft, tallow light. There don't appear to be any doors.

 

What do you do?

 

All that walking made you far more tired than you had thought possible. Even here in this... dream realm or something, you're having trouble keeping your thoughts together.

With that little vestiges of willpower you have left, you ascertain that there is something unnatural about this. Pulling what little you have left, you yell out "Howl did this happen?!" Then, looking around the small room, "I have clawstrophobia!"

Moments pass by, or minutes, you can't tell which. You hear a laughing from... somewhere. It grows louder, as if behind you. You whirl around, but there is nothing. Facing a bed of some sort now, you're suddenly pushed down onto it hard from behind. You roll over, and there you spot your antagonist. Her face looks familiar. So familiar. You know you saw her somewhere. You just can't... can't remember where. But you notice long, curled horns are protruding from her head. She has pitch-black wings that extend from her sides, and a long tail that ends in some kind of... heart... spade shape. She's entirely naked otherwise, with rather large breasts and a snatch that's already damp.

 

You ask who she is, your consciousness beginning to waver.

"Oh cutie," she teases, her voice seductive and low. "When I saw you today I just had to have you. That smell coming off you was just..." she shudders as she remembers, "so enticing."

"Why, I'm getting myself wet just thinking about!" She's reached between her legs and stroked herself. Pulling her hand back, a long, thin trail of fluid hangs between her finger and cunt.

You're desperately trying to focus on Lydia, wishing she could somehow come to your aid. You slap yourself hard, then again. You squeeze your eyes shut against the lascivious display in front of you. You whisper to yourself, "there is some claws for concern here..."

Using what little remains of your willpower, what do you do?

 

 

You tell her to please stop; you've had a ruff day. She gives you an odd look. "What does that have to do with anything," she inquires.

You are quickly running out of options. You feel her moving onto the bed with you. You tell her that you are already taken by the wolf-girl. You love her very much and don't want to make her sad by fucking another woman.

The succubus simply laughs. "I don't care about that - I only want you." She's crawling towards you now.

You clumsily attempt to swing at her, but she stops your fist with ease. Your heart is nearly spent. You make a break for the window, intending to leap through it - though you have no idea what story you're on. Jumping into the window, you simply thud against it and fall back. Staggering up, you attempt to open the window only to discover it's some sort of lightbox with a skyline drawn into it.

The succubus throws her head back in a laugh as your willpower finally evaporates. Slumping to the ground, she picks you up and sets you down on the bed.

"Tsk tsk, it'll be over soon," she coos as she makes a move to take off your pants.

With one, last gasp, saying a line you're not quite sure why, you ask her for another cup of coffee. The succubus freezes, her face turning into a mask of rage.

"Don't you dare! How impudent of you." Her face softens, but she still have a malicious half-grin on her.

"I was going to make this quick, but now we'll have to do things the loooong and haaaard way. I'll have you begging for more."

Flapping her wings, or using some kind of levitation, she floats, as if sitting on air. With remarkable dexterity she pulls down your pants with her feet, followed by your underwear.

Due to the sight of her drooling cunt and large, mammoth almost, breasts you're already half-hard. You regret it with every fibre of your being. Just when you thought things were looking up for you. Taking your member between her toes, she begins to stroke up and down.

 

 

Shoving several of her fingers into her soppy snatch, she mixes herself up for a few seconds, then with a gasp pulls them out and rubs your fingers on your cock while massaging it with her toes. The thick juices lubricating you rather well, allowing her foot to stroke you effortlessly. Moving her toes up to your glans, she begins to focus her efforts there as she brings her other foot in to stroke the base of your shaft, running up and down its length. Her toes tweaking and teasing the head of your cock causes your to shudder as they catch and pull on the underside of the glans. After a few minutes she reaches inside of herself to fetch more of her thick, sticky fluids to apply to you, though it hardly seems needed considering the amounts of precum seeping out. You can feel heat rising at the base of your penis after only another minute or two. Her feet are relentless and precise in ways you would not have thought possible. She's begun alternating her toes in order to apply varying amounts of pressure and contact points along your head. Somehow she's also managed to curl her foot a surprising amount around your shaft, nearly managed to encompass half its diameter with the arch of her foot.

While she's been toying with you, she has finally had enough herself and begun inserting fingers into herself for more than just applying lubricant to you. Running three fingers insider her at a furious pace, her other hand teases her clit. All the way she's running her feet on you in ways that one would think would require full concentration. Steady streams of her fluids run down her legs, down her calves, and onto her feet, ensuring a constant supply of wetness for your cock. Suddenly she lets out a loud, howling moan of her own, girlcum erupting from her crotch, hosing you down. The scent on it is far different from anything else you've experienced, and it leads you to a powerful orgasm.

 

Your building shame builds at the base of your penis, your muscles contracting with great strength to push out your thick manmilk in massive ropey gobs. You fire four or five thick streams onto the succubus' feet, after which she stops massaging you and pulls her feet back to her face, licking the semen from her feet. Continuing further, she pushes both her feet behind her legs, exposing her drenched cunt to you. She extends a finger, then curls it back, inviting you in.

Grabbing either side of her labia with the other finger, she splits her lips, allowing you a good look at her pink, pulsing insides.

After your orgasm passes, you find you have just enough thought or willpower to try and do something one last time. This is your last chance, you figure, to escape.

 

Her soft, luscious folds are extremely inviting. You wonder what a demon designed for sex would feel like. As she waits for you to take the plunge, you creep ever closer. Drawing near, your focus is temporarily taken by her tail. You wonder if it may be some kind of weak point for a succubus. Only one way to find out. Edging towards the side of the bed, you reach out as if you were going to hold her legs, but shift and go for the tail that's hanging underneath her. With a two handed grab, you let all of your weight hang from the demon's extremity. Though you can't see her face, her legs are no longer behind her head, and she's screaming rather loudly. You can't tell if it's pain or pleasure; maybe both for this one.

She falls to the ground, unable to keep herself levitating. As she lay collapsed, twitching slightly, you feel like a weight has been partially lifted from your mind. Standing up, you spy... cracks on a wall. Perhaps this world is crumbling?

The succubus quickly recovers, however, and stalks towards you as you back up towards the cracked wall. Your back pressed against the wall, you can hear a quiet thud. With each pound, the cracks on the wall seem to grow and spider out further. Hoping against hope, you scream Lydia's name, and that your bone belongs only to her. Praying inwardly, eyes fixated on the rape demon advancing towards you, a final hammerblow shatters the wall. The illusion dispelled, you wake up with a start, headbutting Lydia right in the jaw as you snap up. She's swearing profusely, but stops after a few moments and regains her composure. Tears slightly welling in her eyes, she picks you up in a tight embrace.

"OhIwassoworriedyouweretalkingandmakingpunsandthenyoucameandthen..."

She suddenly stops her mile-a-minute speech, her hackles raising as she stares at something. Following her gaze,  you realize that the succubus is still here.

 

"Yoooou biiiiitch!" The succubus half shrieks/hisses. You hope that Lydia's strength will be enough to drive off that demonic tart once and for all.

Standing up, dropping your head from her lap, she morphs herself to her more fluffy form. In addition to her arms and hands, her lower legs and feet are now large paws as well. Lunging at the succubus, the two of them fall to the ground out of your sight. You manage to stand up, albeit with a somewhat unsteady gait and shuffle over to where you saw them. Much to your horror, the succubus appears to have the upper hand here. She has Lydia in a headlock, in addition to pinning her legs with her own. Full of demonic laughter, you see the succubus slide her tongue across Lydia's face before it dips into Lydia's fluffy ear. Her face goes blank with shock, then she droops slightly. The succubus releases her, laughing - she's clearly expecting something. Seconds later Lydia regains consciousness, but she immediately begins writhing on the floor, moaning loudly. Her cheeks turn bright red, her visible skin on her arms is flushed as well. Suddenly she begins to remove her clothing, moaning about how hot it is and how much she itches. You can see where this is going - the succubus has likely placed a similar spell onto her as she did to you, only Lydia seems far less resistant to it. As her clothing comes off, you see all her flesh is tinged red or pink. Finally her undergarments are stripped, revealing the most aching part of her. Her labia are massively swollen, looking incredibly puffy. Thick streams of fluid are already beginning to collect and run down her inner thighs.

She moves a paw to her crotch and slips a large, furry finger into herself. Almost immediately she arches her back, letting out loud, impassioned howls. Fluid is being ejected from her cunt in various streams and sprays, some of it striking the succubus that's lording over her.

 

Trying to tear your eyes away from this lewd spectacle, you attempt to approach the succubus from the rear. Your physical state is still rather poor, and just walking is difficult. You begin shuffling towards her as fast as you can, but you keep staggering and falling to your knees. The sounds and sights you just witnessed have given you a raging erection as well, further distracting you.

After collapsing once, you look back up to see the succubus approaching Lydia. She crouches down. "Need a hand there, wolf girl?"

Panting heavily, unable to control the undulations of her body, she only manages to gasp 'Yes! Yes! Yesss!' several times.

"I can work with this, I suppose" you hear the succubus say. She bends over and begins licking the wolf girl, starting at her pert breasts. Her nipples extraordinarily hard now, the succubus teases them with her tongue, encircling each one with her mouth, sucking forcefully. Lydia lets out of a series of loud yelping moans, her hips bucking on the floor. More fluids gush from her as she continues to fingerbang herself while the succubus works on her breasts. The succubus then trails her tongue down to Lydia's navel, circling it a few times. Her hands are still focused on Lydia's breasts, toying and teasing them, every tweak eliciting another gasp or yelp from the girl.

 

Continuing to drag, crawl, hobble, any way you can keep moving forward, you work towards the source of the erotic sounds. You happen upon a large shard of glass that flew over here then the pair landed on coffee table. It's not the best weapon you can find, but it'll have to do, you think.

 

Meanwhile, the succubus has worked her wicked tongue down to the wolf girl's puffy vulva. Still fingering herself with her large paw, the succubus begins to flick her tongue over Lydia's protruding clit, causing the wolf girl's back and hips to arch at an almost impossible angle.

 

Gritting her teeth hard and growling through them, Lydia finally collapses into a puddle of her own fluids. The succubus pulls back slightly.

"Oh no darling, you think you're done so soon? The fun has only just beguuunn~"

The succubus resumes her oral assault on the hapless wolf girl, only now her long tongue is probing the insides of her flesh. Moving to better position herself, the succubus spreads the wolf girl's legs while diving in on her muff. Her mouth completely envelopes Lydia's sex, her long tongue lashing about inside of her. She begins to suck, sending Lydia into another spasm of cunt-shattered orgasms. Holding the girl down with her arms, the succubus begins drinking deeply of the fluids being produced by the wolf. The more she sucks and drinks, the weaker the wolf seems to become. With her face completely in Lydia's crotch, the succubus doesn't detect your approach. You pull as hard as you can manage on her tail with one hand, using the other to stab the shard of glass into its base. The succubus screeches like a stabbed rat, her face completely pulling away from Lydia. She turns to try and attack you, but you swing again and again, nearly hacking her tail off with the shard, your own hands bloodied from gripping it tightly.

The color begins to drain from the Succubus' face, and she gets up, staggering heavily. She stumbles to a window, and breaks though it, escaping outside. You're unsure if she fell or simply vanished, but right now you don't care.

Lydia is still panting heavily, her eyes closed. Her entire body is flushed red, save for her paws. Her vagina is still excreting fluids, forming a sizable puddle under her hips. With the succubus gone, your strength and vigor have returned to you in full. You scoop up the wolf girl in your arms, and she hangs limp. You set her on the bed, and consider what to do. Perhaps rest will suffice?

 

As you move to leave the bed, you suddenly feel a paw laying on your hand. The wolf-girl has opened her eyes. She stares at you with an intense longing. "T-thank you for sa-saving me," she whispers weakly. Scratching your cheek, you can only manage to respond no problem. Again moving to get up, Lydia refutes you by now placing a paw on your shoulder. "I-I-I..." she trails off... "L-love.." "Y-y-ou." She finishes. She smiles at you. You return her smile, and hold her paw with both of your hands. "I love you too," you respond. Her smile turns into a joyous, toothy grin. Her tail wags happily, thumping against your leg. Before you can consider moving again, she speaks once more. "I-I also n-need you..." her voice spills out. She's still clearly in a state of heightened arousal from the succubus' magic. You're also rock hard yourself from the entire spectacle, not to mention having a soppy wet wolf-girl next to you who reeks of sex has just professed her love for you and followed it up by declaring her need for you. With the last shred of your reasoning, you tell her that she's still under the succubus' spell, and that she should maybe rest. Leaning up as much as she can, she licks your face and puts a paw on your crotch in response. So much for reasoning.

Lydia manages to roll over and raises her ass into the air. Her engorged labia and slicked fluids everywhere are perhaps the most inviting thing you've ever seen. "In-inside me..." she whispers. Your pants are gone in a flash, and you approach her from behind. Sinking deep to the hilt in one thrust, you hold for a moment as you revel in her warmth and wetness. Pulling out, her flesh clings to you like a second skin, distending slightly as you exit. It's almost as if her snatch is sucking you like a vacuum. Plunging back in, your inches gliding in due to the extreme wetness, you can feel her quickly building to another orgasm. You pick up the pace slightly, your every thrust making horribly lewd noises and causes the wolf woman to tremble. She's pressing her face hard into the bed, clenching her teeth while her paws are grabbing fistfuls of linens. Soon you feel her clamp down hard, her hips bucking wildly through her intense orgasm. Due to your near endless state of arousal from these events, you cannot last long either. You think you'll be able to continue as you slow down your thrusts and her orgasms subside, but only moments later she yelps and howls again, her body wracked by another wave of pleasure. It's just too much, and you bury yourself as deep as you can go before splattering the insides of her cunt with your hot, thick, jets of cum. You clench your own teeth to prevent yourself from moaning as you hold still, deep in the wolf, firing load after load into her. You wonder if it'll get her pregnant.

 

You collapse on top of her, though somehow she's found the strength to remain upright on her knees. Panting heavily, you can hear her begging. "M-more! In... in my... backyard..." she pleads. You take a few deep breaths, her words giving you the strength to carry on. Slowly sliding out of her wet and wild cunt, you find yourself still hard as ever. With so many fluids covering both you and her, you figure there's little need to be cautious here. You place your crown against her asshole, and watch as her tongue lolls out, panting heavily. She's fixed her eyes on you, the look of desperate desire clearly evident. Pushing in slowly, her ring of muscle parts with surprising ease, accepting you in. You groan in pleasure as her anus goes from accepting to amazingly tight. It feels like it's milking your entire length as you slide in, its tension setting every nerve in your shaft alight with pleasure. As you begin to pull out, the edge of your glans is trapped by her tightness, causing you to quake and shiver as it contracts underneath the ridge. Breathing out heavily, you feel as if you're about to cum again, not even a minute after your last eruption into the wolf woman. You decide that moving more quickly may prevent her from clinging to you so tightly. More quickly evidently meant with reckless abandon, as you slam in and out of the wolf with frightening speed. Every time your pelvis slams against her cheeks they ripple and jiggle, the sound heightened by the fluids smeared on you and her. Every clap of flesh causes her to grunt and bark, in addition to the constant stream of moans, howls, and yelps she's producing while you're thrusting in and out of her like a beast. You grab her thin waist and begin pulling her onto you as you thrust forward, then pushing her away while you extract yourself. With force and speed increased like this, it's almost impossible to keep a hold of her. Her hips and ass are bucking and shaking wildly as waves of orgasms and pleasure roll through her. The occasionally spritz or glop of vaginal fluid has turned into a torrent, making you wonder where she's been keeping all these fluids. Dehydration is suddenly a concern. Finding your limit quickly passed, you howl in time with her as you erupt into a fountain of mirth within her ass. With a power and quantity you didn't know you had, you shoot what seems like an endless amount of spunk into her colon. Your cock twitches and jumps within her for quite some time after your powerful orgasm, but you finally collapse out of here, sliding onto the floor. Lydia slides down after you, coming to a rest on top of you. She looks more satisfied now, as she begins to lick your face while her back rests on your chest. You wrap your arms around her, causing her to lay her paws atop your arms. She quickly falls asleep wordlessly. You whisper 'Puppy love' into her ear, and doze off yourself as sleeps in your arms.

 

-Epilogue-

 

You still find it difficult to believe that the romance you're currently in began with her raping you. You feel like you should have felt more outrage or a sense of being violated. Instead, it felt more like a slight joy at someone wanting you. She even initially left her number with you. An odd start for sure, but after living here now for almost two years you realize it's not entirely uncommon.

 

After only a month you wound up moving in with her, the accelerated pace perhaps not all that unusual considering it was not even a day until you both confessed a love for each other. Things were a bit rough to start; learning to share a house with someone who isn't kin the first time can be a little difficult. There was also the side effect, if it could be called that, or being unable to escape her advances. Attempting to flee or run from her predations seemed to only heighten the experience for Lydia. Eventually you learned to just let it happen, though the nights on and near the full moon could be nearly unbearable. Some nights her carnal appetitite seemed to never be assauged, leaving you an exhausted shell of a man the following day. Still, she was never too rough or violent and took care in making sure she never hurt you.

 

You attempted to join her through her occasional journeys through the city via rooftop, but no matter how hard you trained or tried you could never quite keep up with her unnatural strength and agility. Seeing that she was becoming slightly frustrated with your pace, you decided to let it be something for her to enjoy personally. It did worry you, however, that she may be encountering other men the same way she met you, but you've never brought it up.

 

Interestingly she did become slightly jealous of your weekly mahjong game with the kitsune and her friends - another pair of kitsune - you met that fateful night. While the kitsune did enjoy playing tricks and teasing you, and beat you mercilessly in mahjong, they never tried to assault you. They did seem to respect you a little more when you were able to start taking a round or two off them, but you never did win a game.

 

Strange events continued to unfold in the city and around you, but nothing quite as severe as the incident with the succubus. You never saw her again either, though you avoided the diner you initially encountered her at.

 

Now, with the energetic wolf-girl dozing fitfully, curled up inside you, you can't think of anyone who is a better friend in addition to understanding lover. Looking at her now slightly distended belly, you sigh contendidly and think about the possibilities of the future.