I Came Back
A hiker runs into something horrible in the deep dark woods.
>it had happened 6 months ago
>you were out on another multi-day hiking expedition when you began to notice strange tracks
>you had brushed it off as a bear or a moose
>what else could leave such big imprints in the earth
>then, you had found a mangled, dismembered deer
>or at least pieces of one
>that was a bit more disturbing, but you had rationalised it as scavengers
>besides, you were carrying a revolver for exactly this purpose
>if a predator or ornery moose came after you you'd be prepared
>that's what you'd thought
>in the end it hadn't helped
>later that night, sitting at your campfire, you heard the thumping of heavy footsteps and the guttural, laboured breathing of something that very definitely wasn't a bear
>coming right for you
>panicking, you had struggled with your holster only to have your gun batted away into the darkness with contemptuous ease
>then she was on you
>a fat, pallid tongue running over your face from behind a nightmare visage
>a massive canid/cervid skull, melded and warped
>stained, yellowish bone
>black pits for eyes
>and impossible rows of sharp teeth
>you had struggled, screamed
>it hadn't helped
>all you would later recall would be flashes of horror and shame
>as the beast's huge, meaty body pinned you to the floor of your tent
>it, 'she', stank of sweat and musk and dried blood
>you had nearly gagged as she humped and grinded herself against you, grunting and cackling
>her skull-like head and broad neck were wreathed in dark, smoky fur, while the rest of her body had a shorter, gray coat, almost like a dog
>as you had tried to push her off you you'd felt your hands sink into soft, giving flesh, only to find a core of rock hard muscle beneath
>she was built like some ogrish monster of ancient myth, hulking and fierce
>with deceptive gentleness she had yanked off your hiking trousers and underwear
>it was at that moment that the pieces had fallen in place
>you had thought you were about to be eaten, ripped to pieces like that deer
>the truth was worse
>a huge, clawed and knuckled hand had went between her legs and came back dripping and slimy
>she'd then rubbed it all over your face, letting out an oddly human giggle as she did so
>it was vile, the secretions of a monstrous animal
>she'd made you taste it
>you don't want to recall how it tasted
>you were still struggling at that point
>trying to punch, kick, bite to get this thing away from you
>she didn't like that
>she had growled, snarling, her massive hand around your neck
>you'd nearly pissed yourself as she bared her rows of evil, pointed teeth
>some still flecked with the dried blood of her last meal
>to your shame, you had stopped fighting at that point
>you had lain back and let her pull all your clothes off
>rubbing your cock with her rough paws until you were erect
>and then grappled with you on the floor of the tent, her muscular limbs entwined with yours, her musk rubbing into your naked skin
>and then she'd raped you
>bouncing on top of you, gripping your shoulders so tight she left welts and bruises
>her hips crushing yours
>her tongue lolled from her maw as she moaned, drooling all over you
>her puffy cunt so hot and warm you couldn't help but moan even as your mind recoiled in disgust
>you didn't last very long
>you came inside her
>but she kept going
>forcing you to kiss her, to taste her disgusting spit and bloodstained teeth
>digging her claws into your skin
>fucking you as you wept and begged her to stop
>your pleas only made her chuckle cruelly, the half-animal noise odd and unsettling
>by the time she let out a bloodcurdling scream and collapsed on top of you, finally satisfied, you'd came another two times
>you had lain there, crying, bruised and bleeding, while the monster had tried to nuzzle and cuddle you
>eventually, thankfully, she fell asleep
>letting you wriggle free and run, half-dressed, back through the woods
>now it's three months later
>you're sitting on your bed, looking at the black trash bag you'd dug out of your cupboard
>the bag containing the clothes you'd worn the day...
>the day it had happened
>you still haven't gotten over it
>did it really happen? would anyone believe you?
>you haven't been able to gather the courage to tell anyone
>you haven't been able to go out into the countryside or even think about sex without feeling ill
>you shouldn't be doing this
>you reach over, and undo the ties on the bag
>your hands shaking, you reach inside
>and pull out the sweater
>you press it against your face and take a deep breath
>you can smell it
>you can smell her
>you gasp
>your skin crawls
>but you need it
>you undo your pants and begin to rub your cock
>it's the only way you can get off
>you lie back, huffing the smell of the monster that raped you
>imagining her touch
>imagining her fucking you again
>you whimper as you buck and coat your hand in cum
>ashamed, you stuff the sweater back into the bag and bury it in the depths of your wardrobe again
>you can't keep doing this
>it's pathetic
>you can't even get a hard-on without thinking of getting raped by a beast
>her thick, warm body, her moans as she took you, the feeling of her claws around your throat
>you shake your head
>fucking disgusting
>you'll burn that bag
>you'll do it tomorrow
>you've said that before
>even managed to stay away from the musky clothes for over a week at one point
>but you always come back
>your troubled mind conjuring up images of the monster in the woods
>embracing you
>making you feel wanted
>making you hers
>part of you wished you never left her
>god damn it
>you need it
>god help you but you really do
>it's three months later
>after agonising for so long, you've finally worked up the courage
>you're standing in the woods again
>you've retraced your steps
>the soft autumn rain patters off of the canopy above you
>the sun is setting, painting the world in gold
>you're shaking
>your fingers are tingling
>she must be here
>right?
>you walk through the woods
>following the path back to where you'd set up camp six months ago
>now you're standing in front of the collapsed remains of your tent
>there's been no sign of her
>no tracks
>no devoured animals
>it's getting cold
>you're starting to doubt yourself
>surely she must be here
>was she even real?
>maybe you-
>a huge, muscular arm wraps around your waist from behind
>a snout of bone presses against your neck
>she hums contentedly, her massive claw resting directly over your racing heart
>"I-I came back," you say, your words catching in your throat
>"I'm sorry for running away, I'm-"
>she yanks your head back and opens her jaws wide
>and kisses you, cradling your head gently, her fangs pressing against your cheeks
>her fat tongue wrestling with yours
>tears run down your face
>you relax, surrendering
>you don't know much of anything anymore
>but you know you need her