Full moon is beaming high above you on the night sky, its milky light gently illuminating the path in front of you. If you were in any other scenario, this would be a relaxing walk⊠but instead you are running.
Branches crack under your feet, and, worse.Â
The ones behind you crack louder, closer, as something hunts you down. Its weight shakes the ground with every step, heavy yet fluid, like it knows you canât outrun it, like it knows you wonât escape this chase in one piece~
Itâs warm breath ghosts across the back of your neck.
You donât dare look back.Â
But itâs so hard to miss every obstacle on your path, so hard to jump over the roots of overgrowth trees surrounding you as your legs get tired and sore, your lungs burning from the tiredness.Â
Then, too late. A root catches your foot. You stumble, crash into the wet ground, fall leaves scattering beneath you. The sound of pointless chase stopping for a brief moment, the silence heavily hanging in the air and itâs enough to make your heart stop foe the slightest of moments.Â
A weight slams your body into the ground, strong hand or maybe claws. Pinning you down as easily as if you were nothing but a rag doll.Â
The heat of its body presses into you, a low growl rumbling in its chest, vibrating through your back.Â
Your eyes close instinctively preparing for the worst before you can feel the sharp tips of its long claws scrape along your sides~
It shreds the thin material of your shirt with ease but yet it doesnât pierce your skin, they move gently dragging themselves over the sensitive skin like a pair of twisted rakes~
âYou can run for hours but I willâŠalways catch you~â
The voice is deep, growling above you in mockery, its snout hovering above your bare back.
It sniffs slowly, the wet nose moving up your spine and that itself feels like torture, you canât help but let out a quiet squeak like a mouse under the paw of a cat.
And the beast above you laughs along~
Low wet chuckle almost mocking, as those claws slowly move lower down your ribs, landing on your sides with a gentle squeeze of itâs surprisingly soft and warm fingers~
âYou really thought those are only for tearing prey like you apart?~â
The wolf whispers in your ear, breath hot and damp and full of wild need toâŠ
âSometimes they are used to make a sweet doe like you smile~â
âŠMake you scream into the night~
âAnd oh, my sweet little thing, you will howl for me~â
You can feel it's weight shift, as those strong paws flip you over without breaking a sweat, like if you were a delicious pancake ready to be served up and licked the sweet syrup off it it~
Suddenly you are meet eye to eye with the wild beast pinning your waists down into the wet cold group, it's red eyes scanning Over your ticklish body peaking over from what is left from the rags of your shirt~
One of it's paws shoots forward, grabbing your wrists in a tight grip before gently pinning it's down high about your head, locking it in between your arms, forced to look up at the beast and the huge white moon hanging above It, like a twisted spectator, not willing to help you out~
You can only helpless watch, follow it's free hand with your wide eyes, betraying Your true feelings, how really hopeless you feel~
It's long claws flex and dance Over the exposed ribs, not threatening but simply cruel, toying with you in the worst possible way.
Teeth bite down on the your lower lip in a desperate attempt to hold on into what is left of your dignity.Â
Your body jolts with every sharp Poke, your chest arching towards the sky trying to wiggle from side to side, but the grip you are trapped in simply tightens like a snake.
âI can feel you're mind breaking~ You are so weak my little deer~â
The claws rake lower, skimming your stomach, tracing cruel little circles until your body bucks, a desperate sound tearing from your throat, the Little bite of your lip not enough To contain It anymore~
âYou aren't screaming just yetâŠbut don't you worry little doe, I will make you howl and barkâŠI willâ
The beast continues whispering as it plays with your helpless body, as you Can feel it's paw squeeze your tight, testing a new spot out trapped under the cruel demon of a tickler~
âSqueezeâŠeveryâŠlastâŠbreath out of your small body~â
It bares it's teeth, giving you squeeze after squeeze with each pause, each longer than another or at least that's how it feels, as it's Red eyes like lights of a incoming car keep you freezed In place, studying your every little reaction, every little twitch of your face~
Your lungs already burn, every breath shallow and ragged, but the beast shows no mercy.Â
Its claws slide lower, grazing along the curve of your hips, the pads of its fingers deliberately pressing, squeezing, kneading into every vulnerable inch it uncovers.
The wolf leans down close enough that its dripping fangs hover inches from your neck, hot breath spilling over your ear as the claws suddenly spider across your belly.Â
The sensation is unbearable, sharp tips dragging, warm pads squeezing, merciless patterns traced into your soft warm skin
Your chest jerks, your back arches, and floods of helpless laughter burst from you before you can stop it.
Your wrists strain against the iron grip pinning them above your head, but the more you struggle, the tighter it becomes. The beast shifts its weight lower, pressing down on your waist with crushing dominance, locking your legs in place. Youâre completely open to its torment, thereâs nothing left to shield you.
Its free paw explores lower still, claws tracing the inside of your thigh before squeezing hard enough to make you writhe. It pauses deliberately, letting the suspense coil tighter in your chest. You can feel its eyes burning into you, reading every twitch, every quiet gasp.
âShhh,â it growls mockingly, almost soothing. âDonât fight it. Donât hide it. Iâll drag every sound out of you if you want it or not~â
A sudden, brutal tickle assault strikes your ribs, claws vibrating rapidly up and down, every sensitive spot set ablaze by the merciless rhythm.Â
Your voice breaks, laughter pouring out against your will, raw and desperate.
The wolf snarls in triumph, its tongue dragging slowly over your cheek as if to claim the sound as its own.
 âGood prey. Thatâs it. Break for me. Scream for me. Howl for me, and only me~â
Its claws only quicken, relentless, punishing, until you can no longer tell whether the tears streaking your face are from terror, exhaustion, or laughter.Â
The claws finally still. Only the pounding of your heart fills the silence, wild and frantic, as though begging for mercy the wolf will never grant. Its burning eyes narrow, lips curling in a cruel smile.
Then, slowly, deliberately, its free paw trails downward. Over your hips. Along your thigh. Past your knee.Â
You realize too late where itâs going.
âNoâŠâ you breathe, writhing, already trembling in anticipation.
âWell, well⊠what do we have here?â
It growls low, lifting your leg with terrifying ease. Its claws trace along the edge of your shoe, tapping lightly, mocking the barrier.Â
âHiding something from me, little prey?â
You kick weakly, squirming in protest, but the wolf chuckles, a deep rumble that vibrates through your bones. Slowly, deliberately, one claw hooks under the heel of your shoe. With agonizing slowness, it peels the leather free, the faint squeak of it slipping from your foot echoing in the night.
The beast inhales, savoring the moment, before tossing the shoe aside into the leaves. âMmm. One layer gone. Still wrapped up, thougâŠstill trying to keep your tenderest places from hidden from me?~â
The second shoe doesnât last long, ripped free with almost insulting ease, discarded like useless armor. Both your feet are bare now except for the thin shield of your socks.
The wolfâs grin widens. âOhh⊠these little coverings wonât save you either.â
With a cruel flourish, its claws pinch at the fabric, tugging it tight against your skin before slowly sliding it down, down, exposing pale, vulnerable flesh to the night air.Â
Your toes curl instinctively, already anticipating whatâs coming.
The other sock follows, stripped away with deliberate patience, leaving both soles bare, helpless, and glistening faintly in the moonlight.
The wolf presses its muzzle close, hot breath spilling over your trembling toes as its claws hover menacingly above your arches.
 it growls, voice dripping with hunger.Â
âNow nothing stands between me and your sweet milky flesh~â
It drags one claw lazily across your newly exposed sole, just enough to make you jolt.
One paw traps it firmly, holding your foot immobile as the other hovers menacingly above the sole.
The words drip into your ear, hot and mocking.
âLetâs see what songs your paws will sing for me doe~â
Claws drag slowly from heel to toes, each pass sending unbearable shocks through your body. You thrash, you buck, but its grip is iron, pinning you in place. The wolf alternates between sharp teasing scratches and sudden mean pokes~
Laughter bursts from you, wild, frantic, completely uncontained now. Your voice cracks as you thrash helplessly under its weight, begging between shrieks echoing through the darkness of the night~
Both feet are captured now, your other ankle easily snatched and pinned beside the first. Its claws dance between them, scribbling cruel, chaotic patterns along arches and toes, every touch sending shockwaves of ticklish agony that leave you thrashing like a caught animal.
Your lungs burn. Tears streak your face. Every ounce of strength bleeds out of you with each helpless laugh. Youâre gone~
You think the beast might relent⊠but instead, it leans lower. Its heavy paw still pins your ankles, holding your bare feet helpless, toes curling in dread.
A low growl rolls from its chest as its snout hovers over your soles. The heat of its breath washes over the sensitive skin, making you flinch violently, a whimper escaping before you can stop it.
The wolf chuckles, deep and cruel.
âMmm⊠Iâve clawed you, squeezed you, broken you open⊠but Iâve saved the sweetest taste for last.â
Its tongue drags up your sole in one slow, deliberate stroke, hot, wet, textured, every nerve in your foot set ablaze.Â
You convulse, a raw shriek bursting from your throat, half-laugh, half-scream, as the wolf pins you harder, savoring your helplessness.
 It growls with sadisfaction between licks, saliva slicking your arches.
âYou canât hide them from me. Your body belongs to me now.â
It alternates, long, slow licks from heel to toe, then sharp flicks between each one, savoring the way your toes curl and splay uncontrollably. Your laughter is ragged, broken, nothing but a helpless chorus to the wolfâs cruel feast.
The beast shifts to your other sole, its tongue lapping greedily, teasing every inch. It nips playfully at the ball of your foot with sharp teeth, careful not to pierce, only to torment.Â
Your body bucks helplessly, but the grip on your ankles is iron.
Finally, when your voice is hoarse and your body lies limp beneath it, the wolf pulls back. It wipes its dripping tongue across its muzzle, grinning wide, eyes glowing bloody red in the moonlight.
âYouâve howled enough for one night, little doeâŠâ
It voice rumbles, voice thick with satisfaction.Â
âBelieve me I could keep you⊠but it pleases me more to leave you here, trembling, knowing I can come back whenever I please.â
With a final, mocking lick up your arch, it releases your ankles and rises from the ground.Â
Its shadow towers over you one last time, then slips into the trees, vanishing into the night as if it were never there.
Youâre left sprawled in the damp earth, chest heaving, soles wet and tingling, laughter still echoing faintly from your raw throat. The moon watches silently above, a pale witness to your torment~
But deep down you want for it all to happen all over again~
