#swampstew

Your breath came out in painful gasps as you sprinted through the underbrush of the woods. You should have known better than to run into the forest but you thought you had a chance at losing the monster chasing you rather than running on an open terrain. Alas, the scraggly branches of dead wood pulled at your clothes and skin, ripping pieces off bit by bit, leaving a trail of crumbs for your hunter to stalk you.

The moonlight barely lit your path as you ran deeper into the unfamiliar landscape. If he can't see you then your chances of escaping are that much higher! Or so you foolishly thought.

He was captivating, had a rugged aura about him that paired well with his punk rock aesthetic. He was charming to boot. Oh you had been so charmed. It took a week - a few friendly encounters, to drawn out conversations, and he had finally asked you out. He wasn’t a bad date, but he didn’t take you to a Baratie-ranked institution either. You really liked him, and were disappointed when he had to end the date early.

With quippy remarks and flirtatious gestures, you were more than willing to drag it out.

He said he had a secret.

That it might scare you.

You thought it would be a hard past or long-held bundle of trauma. It was neither.

In the scarce parking lot at the edge of the road with lamps that were beginning to blink into life, he began to change.

Kid’s glorious red mane of hair rapidly grew out and down his neck. His body seemed to double in size as the seams of his clothes ripped apart and hung haphazardly around him His painted nails curved into claws, the smokey eyeshadow around his eyes deepened around his face, growing out fibers that resembled a coat of fur. His canines protruded from his lips, and his brilliant blood orange eyes shone menacingly with the reflection of the full moon.

Oh shit.

Instinct had you fleeing the second his body stopped trembling with his transformation. You heard him yell out something, that eerily sounded like ’he’d liked to chase his prey’.

You crashed full body through a patch of overgrown foliage and rotted wood and stumbled down into a misty clearing. Your heart pounding in your ears, you tried to stay silent. At first you heard nothing. And then you realized, you heard *nothing.

Kid leapt over your form as he landed in the clearing ahead of you. He was still wearing what was left of his clothes, his vest jacket and his pants and barely at that.

He whistled, “Daaaamn girlie, you got some legs. That was fun! You ran away before I could talk to ya,” he grinned as he stood tall in his hybrid wolf form.

“Yeah, I’m a werewolf; its really not a big deal.”

You left out an affronted squeak.

“Ya ever heard don’t judge a book by its cover?” his claws greatly exaggerated his air quotes. “I’m not gonna eat you if that’s what you were worried about. I just transform every once in a while, I’m not some mindless beast fer fucks sake.”

“Then why did you–?!”

“Haah?! Chase you? You ran into the fucking woods, what else was I supposed to do?” he knelt down to help you on your feet. “I said I always like a good chase but I didn’t mean literally.”

His transformation bulked his physique and now that he was not a threat to your immediate livelihood, you could really appreciate his firm and chiseled muscles; the way the tendons of his arms popped against his fur. His teeth looked sharp, you wondered if he’d ever hurt anyone with them before. Intentionally. Intimately.

Sensing your warming reception, he stepped closer to you almost forcing you to step back, but the same arm you ogled at wrapped around your waist, trapping you against him. With his free hand, he pulled your palm down to his pant. And rubbed his erection into your hand.

“I wanted to end the night on a different note but thought I’d get screwed because of the moon,” he hummed, inwardly delighted that you hadn’t recoiled from his bulge. He rutted more intentionally to gauge your reaction.

“That’s why you tried to leave,” you realized. Your mouth was partly agape from the fullness against your arm. Your panties grew slick as your mind opened itself to new experiences.

“Was kinda hot you chased after me though,” he smirked. He let go of your hand but didn’t move his hardness from you. His hand wandered over your top, a maroon red claw tracing the wire of your bra.

Your breath was hot again, and your body keened, shifting your lower half to seek out his. Pressing yourself against a burning hot member that throbbed against your clothed lower belly.

He leaned his muzzle down and took deep inhales by the base of your neck, “Mmmm, are you on birth control? Obviously, condoms don’t fit.”

You let out another squeak to confirm his answer.

Kid parted your legs and nestled between them, using his arm to anchor you to him as he humped against your body. He could surely smell your desire, he was baiting you and you were already hooked.

“Your move, mouse,” he husked in a low voice, sharply grinding his cock against your vulva.

Your head fell back as you let out a shameless moan from the electric shock you felt from the contact. You felt his fingers loosen your pants away, and that slide of a rough, padded finger pushing your folds apart to play with your silk.

Clouds began to shroud the sky over the forest as the world grew quiet again.

Then a satisfied howl shattered the silence, echoing deeply into the night.