FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Amber quirked an eyebrow. Deluxe edition? She had only downloaded this app on a whim moments ago, but an option to pay some money to get the DELUXE EXPERIENCE was already flashing at her on the dull app homepage. She clicked her tongue in annoyance. Literally 5 seconds in the app and it was already asking for money? She downloaded MalO because she was bored on the train back to her house in the city and didn't wanna talk to people, not to spend money. Amber clicked on the Deluxe option, checking out its features.

'MalO will do more than keep you company! In addition to all the regular features, your companion will take an active role in making sure you're content and never alone! With basic features, your companion can't interact with you, but with the Deluxe package MalO will be sure to make you feel like you'll never be alone again.' Whatever, it's not like she's light on funds, and she could use some dumb entertainment. She dropped $3.66 on it, and then rolled her eyes. The app had sent a little pop up congratulating her on her decision, and thanking her for supporting MalO, her companion would be there shortly. 'Be there shortly'? She quirked her eyebrow a second time. The fuck did that mean? She figured the app was some kind of pocket virtual romance character with no real depth, why did it need to wait?

Once she backed out to the main screen, all she saw was a black screen and the words 'MalO ver1.1.0' on the top right, and underneath it 'Deluxe edition'. No buttons, no further messages, nothing. She backed out, and then when she tried to reopen it, the app was gone.

"Motherfucker."

She sighed, dropping her phone down onto the empty cushion to her right, and looking out the train car window. The train was always so quiet on Wednesdays late at night. The only other passenger on the train was a businessman who looked extremely tired 4 rows behind her. Outside the window wasn't much to look at, dark landscapes and rolling hills she could barely make out. At least the stars were pretty, but she could only stand to stare at them for so long on her hours-long commute. Fed up with her phone and the scam, unable to nap because she's a light sleeper, Amber grumbled and just looked outside, waiting for something to happen.

Her phone buzzed. It snapped her out of the bored stupor she was in, glancing over at it. Seriously? A message at 3 AM? She picked up her phone, getting a message from a restricted number. Spam? She clicked it, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. It was a photo of the train station she was just at. The photo itself was blurred, as though it was taken while in some sort of motion. Amber gulped hard, straining her throat and looking around hesitantly. Just that guy still. A fear gripped her chest, tightening in her. Panic began to boil inside of her stomach, but she shook her head. No. Nothing worth thinking too hard over, and then, it clicked. MalO?

She checked her phone again. The app wasn't visible, so instead she looked inside her downloaded apps in settings, and scrolled down... There it is. MalO 1.1.0. The app description mentioned not being alone anymore, and this was the first new thing in her weekly routine. Amber checked the app's permissions and saw it had access to her location. A wave of relief washed over her. The app knew she was there and goes there often, so it sent a pic of the station it had found online. Having rationalized the ominous photo, she relaxed. Well, at least she didn't get the app for nothing. Fear was at least entertaining, as brief as it was. Amber put her phone away for the night, and returned to the serene boredom of travel. She failed to notice the cloaked figure in the photo.

The next photo came 5 hours later, while she was fast asleep, and she didn't see it until the morning after. A photo of her favorite cafe, one she visited all the time. She glanced at it, and threw her phone back down. Nothing important. The same cloaked figure was in the window, yet her eyes glossed over it. Every few hours a new photo arrived, and she actually began to look forward to it. She was curious if it would ever start repeating the places, or if it would just be more specific later on. Amber saw a photo of her work, of the other train station, and finally, her house. The last one unnerved her, but it was still visible on Google Maps, so she again rationalized it.

The next day, Amber got a picture of the cafe again. She recognized it immediately, and scowled. Already repeating? It was a different angle, at least. Just before she put her phone away, Amber paused, and looked at it again. It wasn't just a different angle. It was the table she sat at the most. The photo showed people behind it, and she felt the same fear grasp at her again.

"Fuck."

30/70 on it being a stalker, or the app took a picture of her surroundings without permission. Like that made any kind of sense. Amber looked closer at the photo, trying to spot a reflection of whoever took it on anything, when she finally saw it. In the window facing the street, hiding, peeking around the corner, she saw a figure in a black cloak. Unlike the rest of the image, this figure wasn't blurred at all, like some sort of anchor in reality. Amber stared at that figure for longer than she realized, before zooming in on it. Tall, and dark, with a white face she couldn't make out. Despite it not being blurry, it was still so hard to see when it was so far in the background. It looked hunched over, and she couldn't make out any features, but Amber could have sworn its face seemed... Long.

She closed the image, and hurried upstairs. Throwing open her bed stand, she pulled out a pocket knife and a bottle of pepper spray, holding onto the knife tightly while buckling the spray to her belt. Curtains blew in the wind from an open window, one she had opened this morning. Amber's grip on the knife was hard enough to leave an imprint of its handle's contours on her palm, and she peeked out the window, scanning the environment. Nothing. She slammed her windows closed and locked it, making sure to go to every window and door to do the same. It was her last day off before another few days of work back in the city. 3 days off, 4 days on, and a 2 hour train ride through the hills there and back on Monday and Friday. Amber spent the rest of the day waiting for more photos, trying to distract herself with any small nuisance she could. Cleaning, TV, and internet. Another photo, one of her train seat from two days ago.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck this."

She was about to put it away, before she paused, and once again looked for the figure. 4 rows back, sitting next to the man, was it again. This time the photo was more clear- this person was nearly 7 feet tall, wearing a simple black cloak, and was wearing a mask. A bone white wolf mask, or was it a skull? She couldn't tell, but she locked eyes with it, staring at the pixels on her screen. She noticed its messy, unkempt fur, and the red on its teeth. She backed out, and checked the other photos, scanning them. In all of them she saw the same figure, hiding, but this was still the clearest one. This... Doesn't make sense. If it was a stalker, then it wouldn't have been able to take a photo next to that businessman so easily. It'd need 2 people, one dressed in the costume, and one taking the picture. The costume is noticeable too, and not like they could just wear that and not get spotted. Questions and inconsistencies piled into her head, until for the third time, she rationalized it. It had to be the app, there was no way it could be a stalker.

The clue that made her believe that was the fact that the photos were still blurry, other than the person in it, it almost looked like someone superimposed the creature over a blurry photo. Amber didn't relax this time, this app was freaking her out, so instead, she went into her settings and apps to see if she could get rid of it. She pulled it up, clicked on it, and hit delete. A pessimistic part of her half expected it to stay downloaded, to be stuck on her phone, but no, it uninstalled, and that was that.

"That's enough for now."

She set her phone face down, still holding onto her knife from earlier, and tried to go about her day. The dull buzzing from her phone on the wooden bed stand made her neck hairs stand on end. She knew who it was, and her hand shot out to check. Restricted number, and a photo of her front door, half open. She frantically zoomed in, seeing a single, white eye in the crack. No. Nono. She uninstalled the app, that's impossible- when she checked her downloaded apps, there it was again. She must have clicked the wrong button. Uninstall.

Amber backed out, and clicked back in. There it was again. It couldn't be uninstalled. A cold sweat covered her body, and Amber frantically turned her flashlight on, checking all corners of her room. The harsh, white light hurt her eyes briefly, but dispelled the shadows. Nothing. She checked the hallway, her closet, even under the bed like some sort of child, and nothing. She firmly shut her door, locking it, and closed her blinds. Great, the app was bugged and kept sending her more and more scary photos. Amber made sure her alarm was off, laid back in her bed, and promptly didn't sleep a single second that night.

When she was finally forced to get out of old rickety bed, the sun having destroyed any promise of sleeping, she saw a message on her phone. A photo she didn't check, instead turning her phone off, and throwing it as hard as she could against her pillows before grabbing her knife and rushing downstairs. She investigated every nook, every cranny, and nothing came out. She knew it was the app barraging her, that none of it was real , but it still made her stomach sink thinking about it. That figure stuck in her mind, a costumed, tall man. Even as she tried to think about other things, it crept into her mind, standing in the background of all of it. This app was really fucking with her, something about it just set her off.

Sleep deprived, hungry, and angry, she made herself the worst bagel sandwich she's ever had, before getting her stuff packed for the train. Hopefully, she could sleep even a second on it. Once packed, she grabbed her stuff, briefly considering fucking up her entire line of work for the week by not taking her phone, but she grabbed it at the last moment, keeping it off. The walk to the train station was the hardest part of her morning. She kept looking at every person, gauging their height and trying to deduce if any of them could fit in that costume. Despite her knowing it was the app, the other possibility was one she couldn't stop thinking about. Hell, maybe in the most 'fun' case, it was a stalker that the APP was just happening to take pictures of! She grimly chuckled at the idea, boarding her train, and taking a seat in the back corner, watching the files of people coming in. She tried to memorize their faces, paying close attention to each of them, seeing how they all acted. Thankfully, in her sleep deprived state, she looked too crazy for any of the people to sit next to her. Amber dropped her backpack down onto the seat, watching them all. Standing outside the train window behind, MalO watched her.

The train's horn blew, and lurched forward. The train car was buzzing with the morning commuters, and she was still groggy, almost spiteful that others dared to sleep at all last night with what she's been going through. Amber scooted over, moving her backpack into the other seat and looking out the train window with a huff. The people passed by, blurry faces from the speed of the train. She frowned on seeing them. The morning train ride was always more enjoyable than the night time one, she loved watching the green hills around here. Sometimes there were goats, and cows. She even had named a specific brown cow Spots, even though it had none. She thought it was a funny name for it. This time around, Amber couldn't bring herself to care. The hills were just more places for photos to come from.

More places for it to hide.

Her phone sat in her bag, off. She knew it was there. She couldn't stop thinking about it being there. Her hand wanted to grab it, to check. It's been hours again. Is there another photo? Where is it of this time? Questions, fears, they swirled around in her mind, loudly banging and repeating. Growing louder, louder, LOUDER, until-

"Ma'am?"

She snapped out of it. The train attendant rolled a cart of snacks and drinks by.

"Would you like anything?"

"Oh, uh, just a soda, please..." God knows she needs the caffeine.

With a soda now in hand, she was left alone again, back into reality. Fuck it. She dug her hand into her bag and ripped her phone out, turning it on impatiently. Her eyes stared at the startup screen, foot tapping. A reflection of Amber's appearance greeted her on the glass, and she finally realized how bad of a state she was finally in. Using her brief moment, she pulled her hair back into a messy bun, leaving a few strands hanging down next to her face, when it finally came onto the home screen.

Buzz. A text message.

She couldn't see the message, just the number. RESTRICTED. Without hesitation, she clicked, and saw it. Her phone fell onto the carpet below, paralyzed from the sight. Her drink spilled onto her leg, and she stood up violently, banging her head on a metal rail above her.

"FUCK!"

She yelled, drawing the attention of others. Soda on her pants, a throbbing head, and fear coursing through her, she grabbed her phone and took off for the bathroom. Sliding the door shut, she sat on the toilet, hyperventilating, afraid to look at the picture again. She knows what's on there, there's no doubt of it. But she needed to see it again. Setting her drink down, Amber looked at her device.

It was a photo of her, having just sat down on the train. Behind her, in the window, was it. The clearest photo yet. She saw its hunched back, the gross looking black hair, and the rusty stains on its mouth. Was that blood? Its beady white eyes looked at her. Not her in the photo, but her. She couldn't make eye contact with it, instead noticing for the first time, it's hands. They were held up against the window. Long, black, furred hand. Jagged and short claws. She could make out some of its figure, and noticed its feminine chest. So it was a girl? Great, her stalker/MalO was a monster girl, fantastic. Her(?) black cloak was parted at the neck, matted fur practically bursting out from under it wherever it could. She saw herself, too. Her plain white t-shirt that said 'Please don't be mean to me I'll cry' on it and a :( beneath that, and her face had a worn look. She wasn't sure how long she looked at that photo, but finally, she came out of the bathroom, cleaned up and 'ready' for the rest of her day. At least she saw the photo now, so she could try to enjoy the cows on the way to work.

Work provided the much needed distraction. The first thing she took care of was getting into her nurse uniform, an outfit she couldn't stand but still had to wear. Amber threw herself into it as much as she could, keeping her phone an arm's distance away. Nursing work, as always, is something that drastically changes depending on whatever the day chooses to throw at her. With her frustrations and stress on her face, being able to focus energy into those around her helped some. Though a few patients noticed her obvious stress, she played it off as well as she could. Buzz. Another message.

She went pale when she felt her phone buzz. The patient, thankfully, was completely oblivious to her dismay, and when she finished up she hurried off, checking her new photo. Her, the patient she was speaking to only seconds ago, and the monster. It stood directly behind the patient sitting on the bed- the photo was aimed down, not showing the creature's face, rather just its open mouth. Its figure was broad, the cloak torn. This was the photo that convinced her something supernatural was afoot. Amber was never one to dismiss that type of thing, but to be confronted by it... She set her phone onto the edge of the sink, and finally broke down crying. Even in the last photo, there was a chance . She never saw the monster because she didn't look out the window, someone could have taken a photo with a hidden camera, something . But this one, there was no chance. There was no rationalization. This... Monster was now part of her life.

By the end of the day, Amber walked down the street to the apartment complex where off-site doctors and nurses stayed whenever they were on shift. Her room was not her home, but it was a home nonetheless. Small, quiet, and familiar. Her house was two stories and quiet, but in her room, she could see every inch of it at all times, other than inside the bathroom. This sort of confinement comforted her when she slammed and locked her door, sliding down it and curling into a ball.

An hour later, she willed herself to eat. Buzz. Another photo. Amber knew the solution was to just... Ignore it. She couldn't. Curiosity, fear, anxiety, whatever emotion puppeted her hand forward she couldn't say, but she still checked. A picture of MalO, again, inside her room, hunched over in the corner. Its mouth open like the last photo, but this time with a long, midnight black tongue hanging out of it, dripping with some vile ichor down onto the ground below. Though it had a skull for a face, she could tell it was grinning at her. Toying with her? Amber looked at the same corner, and in a final fit of anger, launched her phone as hard as she could at where the monster would be. With a resounding THUD, it crashed into the wall.

Amber walked to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, and turning the sink on, shaking. She had to decide on what sort of supernatural occurrence this was. Was it a monster truly following her that was invisible, or just the app sending photos of her surroundings, and scaring her with a monster? The latter would be acceptable. The water grew hot enough to produce some steam around it, and she quickly ran her hands through it, splashing her face. Amber looked up, the steam clouding the mirror, but she saw it. Saw her. Amber saw the silhouetted wraith, arm outstretched in the hazy reflection, and she jerked her shoulders around.

Nothing. The sink kept running, producing a loud whining noise from the faulty pipes. Her left hand still in the sink tried communicating the pain it felt from the hot water, but adrenaline muted it. She stared blankly at the wall. She was right there. Looming over her. Reaching. Amber threw her hand out, trying to feel for something invisible, but there wasn't anything.

"Heh."

She snickered. Great, so the options were, she's either going crazy, there's a monster only she can see following her. Her hand's signaling finally got through, her singed hand yanking out of the water. It was red and pulsed in pain. A towel wrap was the last thing she could manage, before turning the shower on, climbing inside fully clothed, and waiting. She stayed inside until she felt herself falling asleep, thankfully she at least knew not to do that, and got up, and out. She changed clothes into something comfortable, defeated, and walked towards her bed.

MalO followed her. Amber knew it. That feeling of being watched, of someone being directly behind her, didn't go away. Amber was stuck in her mind between calling it an it and it a she, but settled on it for now. Next to her bed on the floor was her phone. Undamaged. That tidbit of information went into her brain and she immediately ignored it. The world was too much and something like that wasn't important. Sleep was out of the question. She tried of course, but when she blinked and saw its skeletal visage standing in front of the bed, that idea was impossible.

At 4 AM, her body exhausted, she got the next photo. It was of her, again, in bed. MalO was in it, but in a way it hadn't been before. Her eye traced its arm coming in from out of frame, hand wrapped tightly under her chin and grabbing it. It was touching her. Its middle claw dug into her cheek, drawing blood. She gulped hard. Amber reached up to the same spot, and felt the wound. A fresh wound. The pain finally registered, and she shot up to go treat it. Her mind, and body, both too tired to unpack everything. She checked the mirror, comparing her wound to the picture. A perfect match. When did it happen? The wound looked as though it happened seconds ago, a red bead of crimson making her point merely by running down her cheek. She didn't feel, or notice it. She patched it with a bandaid, walking back to bed, and fell back in. There was no way to fight back, so she didn't even try. Instead, she laid down, looking at the photo. At its rough grip on her chin. Amber's last thought before passing out, was that the grip felt so... Possessive.

4 hours of sleep before her alarm went off, and she hurried back into work. She had been receiving photos every 5-6 hours, so she knew the next one was coming soon. The photo, however, was the thing she was least focused on. Ever since she left home, she could feel the specter's presence was all around her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she believes she saw it. It existed in her periphery, in crowds, just out of focus but never gone. Even when she didn't see MalO, Amber knew she was still there.

Work progressed at its usual rate. Her duties involved calming down people who were too hysteric, shocked that people weren't hysteric enough with the severity of their injuries, and then the most common task, the mundane. The mundanity is something she reveled in, grounding her just when she needed it. One patient questioned why she jumped when she had opened the door, and she couldn't tell them it was because of the monster that ducked behind the patient bed when she walked in.

Buzz. A photo. She ducked into the bathroom to check. All the photos have evoked something in her. Fear, terror, surprise... This one evoked a feeling she didn't expect on top of the others. It was of herself again, talking to a patient, with the camera aimed directly at her front. MalO was behind her, a solid 2 feet larger, bent over. It's chin against the top of her head tongue hanging down in front of her face, its arms... She felt the dull ache on her thigh, on her stomach. MalO was grabbing her body, one hand around and grasping her thigh firmly, nearly drawing blood. The other arm, across her stomach, groping her side. It wasn't a gentle touch either, even in the still picture she could see how rough MalO was. In the reflection of the screen, she failed to see MalO still behind her, a claw running down her neck. Amber glanced down, and saw the holes in her uniform where the claws were in the picture. MalO had been groping her body in the picture. Fear was the prevailing emotion, but another one simmered beneath it. She felt violated, ruined, and most worryingly...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

"HEY! Amber! You have a patient in 13D, they've been waiting for 10 minutes, hurry up!"

The world around her refocused, shadows now banished. She shook her head and hurried out, needing to focus on the job for now. The rest of her shift was much the same. Never alone, not even for a moment, even in empty rooms. Her paranoia had only grown worse, and she found herself checking her body in the mirror whenever she had a chance, looking for more wounds and tears. To her relief, most of the time nothing new appeared. To her horror, new things happened every so often. Small cuts and scrapes, nothing she noticed happening. It was actively playing with her. Muscle aches here and there, and when she was helping a patient, she even noticed a pain in her breasts. That one made her feel the worst, but that emotion she couldn't pinpoint boiled inside again, growing stronger.

She slammed the door to her apartment louder, locking the door and falling face first into bed. All she wanted was sleep, and peace of mind, but neither would grace her tonight. The fan above her whirred around, blowing a gentle breeze onto her hair. Buzz. She didn't check. Amber stayed in place, waiting for something to force her to move, or hoping the reaper would be by soon. Maybe MalO was the reaper, and this has all been a hallucination of her last days alive, replaying in her mind before she got hit by a car or something. She would be so lucky.

What finally made Amber look up wasn't anything of her own accord. No dull pain, no prick on her skin. Instead, the feeling that assailed her was cold and wet. Up her spinal cord and neck, through her clothing, she felt the slow drag of something. Back arching, a scream failing to escape her mouth, she looked up. On each side of her vision was a black arm with claws ripping into the bedding. Beyond that, she saw the window, and their reflection. Above her was MalO, pressed against her, licking up her spine, until it finished, staring forward. Their eyes met in the reflection. MalO's eyes were dead bulbs set into a rotten skull, but even then she could see something in them. A look of pure, absolute rapture. When Amber blinked, MalO was gone, leaving her alone in this reality. Time felt frozen, the world stopped, the only thing that turned was the fan. Her phone sat next to her, with an unread message.

Her thoughts tried to form, before falling to pieces. Nothing came to her. The fear that should be felt through her body, while it was there, was overshadowed by other feelings. A persistent one, one she felt earlier upon seeing the photo of it holding her body so tightly. One that's stayed with her every time she fantasizes about it playing with her. Arousal. A shamed arousal, stained by the thought that she SHOULD be terrified. Some monster is groping her, stalking her, and now licking her. The shame tried to bury her arousal, and Amber finally started to move.

She stood up, shaking, cradling her arms and walking to the bathroom. Her spine still felt slick, and cold. The cool air blowing onto her from above only made the wetness on her neck more noticable. She took her top off, and turned the shower on, letting it heat up while she gazed at her reflection. She looked back at her pale body, and simple black bra holding her moderate chest up. She didn't see MalO, but Amber knew she was there. Standing right behind her. Her once pristine body has cuts and scrapes on it, 10 visible just from the angle on the mirror alone. Some were new since she got off work. Her grasp on her arms tightened, and she released a pent up breath.

"...Hello?"

The showers' steam rose into the air, starting to steam up her mirror.

"I know you're there. That, or I've finally lost it."

Water pelted the shower mat near her.

"I don't even know if I believe you exist, but-"

Fear finally returned to her, stronger than ever. The weight of the situation made her fall backwards onto the toilet seat.

"-please don't kill me."

She begged. The stalking, the wounds, all of that was bad, but manageable. The idea that MalO was only ramping up for something worse was the thing that frightened her the most. Amber buried her face into her hands, trying to hold it together, before remembering the photo. She never even checked it, the incident had distracted her. Still not wearing her top, she hurried out to her bed, and snatched her phone to open the message. The conflicting emotions spiked.

This photo was of her laying down in bed, with the same black furred hand running up her side. Its other hand was pulling her shirt up. Its legs pressed against her thighs, with something even more alarming against her clothed rear. A bulge in the black cloak, resting in the crook of her uniformed ass. Not a small bulge either. Her mind went blank, eyes locked on the bulge. She felt it. She didn't feel it now , but she knew what it felt like. A locked away memory, or reality finally catching up, she could feel it grinding against her. Reality was starting to conflict with itself- the world where MalO isn't real, and the world that Amber is crashing into. MalO herself was right behind Amber's phone, peering up at her.

"W-What?"

Words fell out of her mouth, a delayed reaction to the image, her eyes refocused, and saw the wolf skull behind her phone briefly, making her jump. Her phone fell onto the bed, and Amber rushed out of the room and slammed the bathroom door, getting into the shower. The warm water helped calm her tense body and wash away today's unease.

"Couldn't have just been trying to kill me..."

She grumbled. Deep down, she knows that isn't true. Not only was it an exaggeration, but the stark truth was that she never told MalO to stop. Part of her liked the attention she was getting, even from this source. Her mind wandered to the app, again. MalO 1.1.0. The promises it made were all clicking. This was the deluxe version. An app that promised that she would never be alone again, and a paid service that gave MalO the power to take a true active role in making sure that was the case. Even then, it was so... Rough. It cut her, toyed with her, and used her. She liked being treated that way. Amber looked up at the wall, staring straight through the phantom invisible to her.

Work the next day was harder than the previous. As the photos were becoming increasingly lecherous, she found the horror she was once being faced by turning to a thrill. She was still terrified, paranoid that every time she looked she would see MalO, but now she kept wondering how far the next photo would be. During the rest of her work week things only escalated. The first photos showed MalO pressed against her body, hands still exploring her. A patient watched Amber fumble her words when the monster groped her breast. She stumbled in the hallway later with a lick ran up her cheek. Privacy was now a thing of the past, she was constantly on edge, waiting for MalO to play with its new toy again.

MalO wasn't just more active, she was more real. The peripheral existence was turning into mere existence. Those once momentary phases into reality were growing extended, and Amber could actually look at MalO now. MalO still didn't react to being seen, and vanished soon after, but it felt like she was invading every minute of Amber's life. The second photo of that day crossed a line she wasn't expecting- MalO's cloak wasn't completely on anymore. The rope belt that tied it closed was undone, and to Amber's excitement and horror was trying to show off it's large chest, but its long black mane was covering most of it. Now that its cloak was somewhat pulled open, she could see just how messy its fur was below its head, like it had never been groomed a day in its life. MalO's mane ran from the top of its head down to the shoulders and on its chest, sickly looking thin hair that looked to be falling out. Amber could tell MalO was truly trying to show off to her.

The worst event started that night, on her walk down the street. The cool air made her wear a scarf during the walk, and the sky was beautiful so late at night, she could see so many stars. Her train of thought was interrupted with a tragically familiar wetness, this time running up her inner thigh. Amber faltered, falling to the side against the brick wall, gasping quietly. It's tongue ran up her sensitive thigh, all the way up to her cunt, where it finally stopped, leaving Amber red and aroused. She recollected herself and ran, not stopping until she locked the door behind herself.

"H-Hey! You can't just... Do that in public..."

A weak argument. Even as the words came out of her mouth, Amber knew she didn't mean them. The resistance shown to MalO this entire time was completely token. She fell onto the bed, glancing around, trying to spot the apparition. Buzz. Another photo. Amber checked with interest she tried to suppress. Her eyes went wide. It was of her, right now, her face pressed against MalO's legs. She was laying down on MalO, not just in the photo, but in her reality. Her heart was racing already. She still couldn't actually tell what was happening, but she could feel some cloth against her, with her eyes, mind, and sense of touch all colliding at once, making her head spin. Each time MalO was touching her it felt like her mind was lying to her to hide the truth, making her feel hazy for a moment. But she had proof, in her hand, of what the world really was, and in the tide of uncertainty, Amber opened her mouth and ran her tongue over something.

As much as she had hoped for some worldly affirmation, proof of what she did, nothing came, the only evidence of her memory. It felt like her face was against the bedsheets again, and she hurried up to try and wash clean her first libidinous act. When she looked in the mirror, she saw the largest amount of wounds yet. Amber watched the mirror, eyes fixated onto her right shoulder. Still in her uniform, Amber saw a pattern of small holes. Teeth marks. With a small gasp, she realized what happened. The pain hit her all at once, red spreading into her uniform.

"GODDAMMIT!"

She reacted quickly, having been trained for this situation. She ripped her clothing off quickly, holding her right arm still, and quickly examined her wound. A row of punctures into her skin, blood running from all, but gushing specifically from two spots where MalO's fangs would be. None of them looked deep enough to be actually dangerous, but still it hurt like a motherfucker. She grabbed one of the towels and pressed it onto her shoulder firmly, applying pressure to the only two parts with a wound that actually matters. All of the other smaller bites were annoying and painful, but almost cosmetic skin punctures, the fang wounds were things she needed to treat. She considered running down to the hospital, saying a dog bit her, but she immediately decided against it. It's far too big of a jaw pattern to have been a mere dog, and with such a strange position it only opens up more questions. Plus, she's not that good of a liar in the first place.

She ran to her closet, throwing it open and finding her emergency medical bag she kept on hand. Being a nurse has made her paranoid about being underprepared for situations just like this, and years of lugging around the kit made her feel vindicated in the moment. She ripped out a pack of medical bandages she could use to wrap it, some medicine to apply directly, and a pack of painkillers. She immediately downed the painkillers. Wound treatment wasn't easy to do on herself, but she's helped with enough minor injuries to know how to handle it. 20 minutes later, she rested quietly against the wall, bandages wrapped horizontally around her chest keeping some gauze in place, and a second tighter row that ran over her shoulder and through her armpit to help with some of the more minor wounds. Anger prevailed, but she stopped herself from yelling into the room. What happened? Why did it suddenly hurt her, after that moment?

She sighed, letting her head bang back against the wall. Ow. She kept spotting MalO, this time with fresh blood on its fangs. Something significant had happened that she didn't fully grasp, this bite felt like more than some random act of violence. A reaction to her, what she did... But one thing did pop into her mind. This wound was pretty superficial, but it might leave some minor scarring. Did it mark her? She shrunk against the wall, and stared forward at the bed, thinking about every possibility. Marking made some sense, but this felt like an immediate reaction to when Amber reciprocated. Negative? No.

This was a positive reaction. Running off intuition alone, she finally settled on a decision. It happened because she excited MalO. She weakly smiled, grunting when she got up and falling into bed, not thinking about the running shower. Exhaustion fell over her like a blanket. Sleep was so far away most nights, and this was her last day of work coming up for the week. The shower ran in the background, providing white noise as Amber passed out, getting the first good sleep in a week.

She woke up early of course, her wound being the first thing she felt that stirred her from some intense dream. Muscles ached, especially her jaw strangely enough. She grumbled, reaching for her phone, and seeing another photo from the app. Before checking she collected herself, scrolling online for a moment until she was fully able to open her eyes. With that, she opened the new picture. It was of her wound of course, taken while Amber was examining it with her shirt off in the mirror. MalO was bent down over her body, mouth open. Its tongue had snaked out and curled around the wound, licking the blood and smearing it across her chest. Its arms were wrapped around her stomach, pressing claws into her belly. Another possessive grasp. Amber was right, she got bit because MalO was excited. Despite the wound, she didn't feel any hatred or intense anger towards her haunting- the roughness put her on edge, the thrill coursing through her body. It aroused her. If that was a product of her kinks, or of MalO conditioning her, she didn't know, but also didn't care. Amber turned her phone off, and looked at the sunlight trying to break through her curtains. It was a nice morning, even with the pain.

On the other side of the bed, Amber saw the flickering shape of MalO move. She saw it move . A development she had expected to happen. She couldn't make out what MalO was doing, or even its position, but she saw the movement clearly. Every passing day it felt like the reaper was drawing closer, the scythe winding up. Fear of her fate had passed, and moved to 'begrudging' acceptance. If there was nothing Amber could do against MalO's growing presence and aggression, then she was left only with her curiosity on how far it would go. Her morning progressed as normal, but she kept seeing the shape. The first thing she did after getting out of bed was brushing her teeth, she had a weird taste in her mouth and had since she woke up.

Work was work, albeit with her constantly worrying about her dark passenger. She saw stills of MalO or saw its movement, never both at the same time. Its decrepit grin and monstrous movements left Amber constantly feeling on edge, fearful of another bite like last night. She did feel the groping again. The scratches. Those were more vivid than ever, leading to multiple cases of her needing to take a break in order to calm herself down. 3 hours into her shift she received another photo, one of MalO licking her cheek, the tip of its tongue dipping into her mouth mid conversation. She could taste MalO's black ichor, an errant drop running down her tongue, and she swallowed.

Her shift ended uneventfully, and Amber was finally free for the weekend, walking to the train station for a ride back. She found the same seat she had last week, nearly completely alone in the train car. One other person was there, the same man who was behind her last week. He simply nodded at her in acknowledgement, taking his own seat a few rows behind. He had a newspaper to pass the time. Amber could barely believe it had been a full week since MalO had invaded her life. She idly opened the app, seeing the same blank screen as before, eventually shifting her attention to outside. The terrain began to move, and her long ride had begun.

In the glass's reflection she saw MalO, sitting in the seat next to her. The shape's movement had finally settled with MalO itself, and she could see glimpses of the monster moving. She noticed just how animalistic her movements were. Sudden head turns in reaction to sound. Sometimes its tongue hung out and it panted like a wolf. She even noticed MalO sniffing her at one point. 20 minutes passed in blissful silence, before her phone buzzed again. It was a formality at this point. She could see MalO 60% of the time, or at least had an idea of the monster's movements, but she still felt like she should see. She opened the picture, half hoping that her stalker had taken another picture with its tongue in her mouth.

Emblazoned on her screen was MalO's cock. Amber again felt like a step had been taken she wasn't ready for, nearly dropping her phone in surprise, trying to understand exactly what she was looking at. It was far bigger than it should have been. A wolf cock, completely black, with a knot. It shined under the fluorescent light above, showing off an already slick member. From the photo alone it was hard to guess the size, but upwards of 9 inches at least, a foot at max. The girth was just as terrifying, thankfully it looked able to still have her hand wrap around it fully, but only barely. Underneath she could make out matted, wet balls of fur she could only assume to be her balls; nearly the size of a balled up fist. At the bottom of the photo, for the first time, was a caption clearly added in by MalO. The letters flickered, changing their case and vanishing rapidly, but she managed to make out a message.

[i Hope yOU'rE rEady. . .]

The thing about the photo that concerned Amber the most was where the cock actually was. Her eyes glanced up, and she saw it. MalO's member hung in front of her face, only an inch away. MalO blinked in and out of reality, confusing Amber's senses more than it ever had before. Her shaking hand finally dropped the phone, and it landed face down on her lap. In her weakness, Amber hesitantly inhaled. The scent that hung in the air was familiar, and just a passing amount either. Without any memory of seeing this before, or smelling it, Amber knew for a fact this wasn't the first time MalO's done this. The thought of that made her thighs press tightly against each other.

"Ready? For what?"

Her phone buzzed on her lap, and she glanced down. Another text message from MalO, without a picture this time.

[For mE]

MalO's hand grasped the top of her head, fingers lacing through her hair and yanking forward. The slick length pressed against her cheek, sliding her along. Amber whimpered, one of her hands moving up in token protest, pressing against MalO's hips. MalO didn't budge.

"You- You can't, we're in... Public..."

Her only excuse. There was no 'No' to be found, there was no 'stop', only a vague reason why it couldn't happen now . Amber's tone was quiet and hushed, clearly worried about the person behind them.

[i eX1ST oNLy fOR yOUR eYES]

[nO ONE WiLL see]

[ThE oNly HUmAN Who MaTtErs wilL SEE]

[NOW OPEn YoUR FuckiNg mouth]

She obeyed. No part of her could explain why she obeyed, but Amber's mouth opened nonetheless. An audible yet glitchy hiss came from MalO's mouth, painful to Amber's head. For one second, MalO froze in place, and by the next her face was being forcibly fucked, like she watched MalO buffer in real time. Her body slammed back against the train seat, making the man a few rows back jump and peer up, before going back to his newspaper. Amber was immediately overwhelmed. MalO's length completely filled her mouth, dominating the exchange with savage pounding. Her tongue weakly pressed up against the girth, trying to taste its length and once again she recognized the flavor on her mouth. MalO's already fucked her throat at least once. She hopes it was more. Her arms reached up to grasp tightly onto MalO's cloak, clenching the fabric and reaching higher up her, eventually making it fall down, getting caught around MalO's arms, showing its entire figure off.

Amber's eyes trailed up MalO's monstrous figure, finally able to see it in all of its terrible glory. Its body was pure muscle hidden by the disheveled fur. Amber's hands wrapped around MalO's back and she could feel its muscles beneath. MalO's legs were bent back at a harsh angle like that of a fox, with oversized claws scraping at the floor below. Reduced to mere prey, Amber shrank beneath MalO's imposing shape. MalO breathed hard, left hand suddenly grabbing the top of the seat next to Amber's head and digging sharp claws into it. Amber jumped, obediently trying to pleasure MalO's beastly thing in fear of upsetting her captor.

The chair squeaked beneath the pair, rusted metal being aggravated. Amber's worry grew, but she had no way to stop it, MalO was utterly demolishing her face with an oversized dick and not interested in letting her fix the problem. Amber just hoped it wouldn't draw attention, and kept her focus on the devil in her throat. MalO let go of her head once it saw that Amber was trying to match its movements. MalO's maw opened and its tongue fell out of its mouth, licking at the top of Amber's head. MalO's breath was heavy and smelled of death, but she was able to focus on the musk for now. The scent that assailed her was something that Amber already knew she couldn't get enough of. With all of MalO's past escapades, this felt like a familiar, warm scent laced with primal ferocity. It was so heavy, and thick, she couldn't stop inhaling, her eyes narrowing and rolling up. One of her hands moved down to her uniform, about to press against her cunt, when-

"Excuse me? Is everything alright?"

Her eyes shot open, and she looked to the right, seeing the salaryman walking up to her. Amber panicked, her hand grabbing her phone and trying to think of any excuse. MalO sighed, and pulled out of her mouth, strings of precum and saliva connecting the two as evidence of their brutal session together. Amber was breathing hard, and looked at the man.

"W-What?"

MalO grabbed the top of her head again, pulling hard on her hair to make her sit up straight- Amber did everything in her power to suppress a yelp of pain as MalO held her head tightly.

[teLl hIM thAt eVerYtHinG'S fine]

"Oh, sorry, uh... E-Everything's fine. Was the chair, making-"

MalO suddenly twisted its hips to the right, slapping its cock against the side of her face with a resounding wet plap. Her eyes glance down too it with hunger and need, before focusing back on the man.

"Making too much noise?"

He nodded, raising an eyebrow at her mussed hair and panting.

"Uh. Yes. Just move a chair over, I'd like to try and get some sleep, the noise was quite grating."

Amber breathed in, the scent drawing her closer against MalO. She pressed firmly against it, every fiber of her being trying to resist just sucking it with him watching. The effect of MalO's strange ability to make sure only Amber could see it or its effects was at least surprising, and she was curious how far it went, but later.

"Y-Yes! I will, uhm, sorry, and have a good night."

[GoOd GiRLLLL...]

Amber wasn't sure if she was reading the words off her phone or MalO was speaking, the confusing means of communication were something she needed to think about, but later. She tried moving one chair over, and experimentally rocked it, and thankfully it was quiet. The man nodded, tipping his hat, and turning around.

The moment he was no longer facing her, MalO snickered and looked down at her. Amber was the first to make a move this time, her desire for cock completely blinding her to everything else. She ran her tongue down the side, to the tip, and took it in her mouth again, wrapping her arms around MalO's hips. MalO let go of her head, putting both hands against the back of the chair and started savaging her throat. It hurt, her gag reflex somehow suppressing itself as the cock filled her throat to the breaking point. She felt MalO's knot against her lips, not going inside but kissing her instead. Her hand moved down again to her cunt, rubbing her quietly while taking all of MalO's needs.

Tears began to fall down the sides of her face, the monstrous oral being so intense she couldn't handle it all, but had nonetheless. Her eyes looked up once again to MalO's face, and she finally looked it in the eyes. She saw absolute frenzy in the white bulbs, franzy and devotion. She didn't feel safe, but instead like she had drawn the gaze of something much older and ancient than her. Whatever MalO was, or is right now, Amber felt owned, and protected by it. MalO released a hand from the chair, running a claw down the side of her face and neck, drawing blood once again. Though... it still felt tender. This was a lover's caress. The app was right, she would never feel alone again.

MalO's balls tightened in front of her, and its dick throbbed with need. Amber could barely breathe but she still tried, hoping to prepare herself for the climax. She wasn't ready, when it finally did happen. Exhausted, nearly suffocating, and near passing out, MalO pressed the knot firmly against her lips trying to go inside and failing, just cumming instead. Amber felt it rush through MalO's cock and down her throat, cum flooding her mouth quicker than she could breathe. Since the knot wasn't in her mouth and there was so much, some of it escaped past her lips, dripping down her chin. Ropes of it washed through her, filling her stomach and more. MalO moved its hands to the sides of her head, howling into the train and yanking back, slamming forward again to try and knot her, failing yet again. She had a bad feeling MalO wasn't going to give up, even with this momentary failure. The world began to grow dark, the intensity of it all taking its final toll on her body, and she looked up at MalO's eyes, which seemed to glow in this state. As she passed out, the last thing she saw was those damn eyes.

The train came to a halt, jolting her awake. Amber focused on the chair in front of her, coming out of a sleepless rest. MalO was nowhere to be seen, and she sat with her phone firmly on her lap. For a brief moment, she wondered if everything that just happened was a dream. On her cheek Amber felt a sting, and she glanced into the mirror, seeing the wound she got. In the reflection, MalO was well, sitting next to her with arms wrapped tightly around her. MalO's skeletal face couldn't emote, but she knew it was smiling. There was no dream. She gulped, swallowing leftover cum down, and bringing up a sleeve to try and clean some of the residuals off of her, but she felt disgusting. She reeked of musk and cock, and everything hurt. She turned to face MalO, whose body hadn't settled yet, but seemed more real than ever.

[HeLLO my Dearrrr...]

"Hi..."

She softly said. The train doors opened, and she had to leave. The walk home was harder than it had any right to be, with her stumbling and completely out of it the entire way. Sleep. She needed actual rest tonight. MalO didn't help her, instead simply feeling her body and playing with her on the way back as always. Once inside her house, MalO's ministrations grew more intense, pulling at her clothes and grabbing her.

"R-Rest, please, I need to rest."

[reST?]

"Yes, I'm so tired. Between work, and getting so little sleep this week, and, then you-"

Breathing hard, she began to walk up the stairs, MalO finally giving up. She threw the door open to her room, a familiar bed greeting her like an old friend, and she fell forward onto it. It felt like she was falling apart. Pain everywhere, soreness, her senses weren't working, and now she finally could rest.

[HmMmM.]

She realized that MalO was speaking. All of the messages still were being sent, but she saw MalO's mouth moving, and heard the words. MalO's voice sounded far away despite the proximity, and each word was said at different pitches.

[Only iF you give ME a KiSs~]

Amber looked back at the towering figure. At some point, MalO fully lost the cloak, and walked around nude. Its cock was out but flaccid thankfully, and Amber breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're insatiable...

[I aM evEYrthING YoU WANT, DeEp down]

She sat up, taking a deep breath.

"I realized that a while ago, MalO. I..."

She looked at her body. Her shirt was torn, bandages exposed, scratches covering her.

"I love being used like this."

She admitted to herself audibly, but to MalO as well.

[You'RE So pAthetic, love~ You Can'T GET ENOugh of me]

Amber reached forward, her hand pressing against MalO's abs. She blushed, realizing there was a 6 pack beneath the fur.

"I can't, you're right... Let me rest, for just tonight. I've got the entire weekend off, and, tomorrow, I'm all yours. Now that I can fully see you, and you can touch me, we'll spend the entire time together."

MalO leaned down, moving her face close to Amber's. Amber watched as MalO's jaw cracked, falling open like that of a snake. Its tongue was right in front of her face, writhing and dripping with midnight black ichor saliva.

[thEn give MaLO kiSSES, my dear]

Her offer was genuine. She gulped, and smiled. Hearing MalO's strange words, her intense vernacular, it only excited her more. Even with how crass and mean her words were, Amber truly did love being treated this way. She's not sure if she wanted it before she downloaded the app, or if she gained these feelings as a result of MalO's intense conditioning, but right now, she knew this was love. Amber moved in, gently pressing her lips against MalO's tongue.

MalO moved her arms around, grabbing her body, and shoving her forward. Amber's face pressed against the tongue and the bottom of MalO's jaw, and Amber happily kept it up, her hands moving up to hold onto it. One hand held the bottom of its jaw, the other on MalO's arm, and she began worshipping the flesh in front of her. MalO's breath was a strange mix of death and nectar, so intensely off putting yet she couldn't get enough. She breathed in, sliding the side of her face across the black tongue and opening her mouth up, licking up the length of MalO's mouth. After a moment, MalO shoved the tongue into her mouth, and began exploring inside. To call it a 'tongue' was doing it a disservice, it was more like a tendril, completely prehensile and extremely strong.

Amber sat in place, staring deep into her lover's jaw and throat. Is this what prey animals see before getting devoured by the predator? Her eyes traced the jagged teeth that dripped with blood and spit, and she felt so safe here. MalO was going to hurt her physically, but no one else ever would again. She was MalO's, afterall. No one had the privilege of touching her. She moved her mouth closer to one of the more visibly bloody fangs, red with a recent bite that happened on the way here, and she opened her mouth to lick it. MalO snickered, the laugh coming from inside the monster's throat fully formed.

[YoU rEaLly ArE a DiSguStinG ThING... Mine.]

She nodded quietly, feeling MalO's tongue slide down the back of her throat, tasting the blood on the tooth all the while. Her tongue licked it clean, before moving onto the next one. Their 'kiss' lasted 10 minutes, turning into a blissful quiet embrace. Once MalO was satisfied, the tongue retracted and the jaw re-hinged itself, leaving Amber trembling. Amber looked back at it, and give MalO a small kiss on its bony teeth, before exhaling.

"I should probably rest, now..."

[shoULD yoU?]

Amber looked straight at MalO, hesitating. Her lips quivered.

"..."

[TELl me yOU DON'T want mE TO Ravage YoU, and I'LL Let you Rest]

Amber gulped, and reached a hand down to MalO's inner thigh, gently feeling at her cock. It was already hard again. Wet with saliva and cum still.

"I... Can't."

[tHaT's becaUSe yOu wAnt To be BroKen by ME, ISn't it, love?]

She nodded.

"MalO, I..."

Her other hand moved up, grasping her fur, and she buried her face into MalO's chest.

"Break me, please."

MalO ran its hand down to Amber's inner thigh, claws digging into her weak flesh and spreading her legs open for ease of access. Amber fell back onto her pillows, yanking her own clothes off, revealing her battered body to her lover. Her cunt was wet with desire, and her eyes had hearts in them. MalO quietly moved on top of her, slapping its cock down against her stomach, grinding forward and back. A drip of precum oozed out onto her stomach, and the dick slid over it and back, marking her body with even more desire. Amber reached a hand up, sliding it into MalO's untamed mane, and pulling her down for a real kiss. The tip of the bone snout pressed against her mouth, and Amber's mouth opened in response, catching its tongue once again.

The room was completely silent, moonlight shining in through a small crack in the curtains near them. Amber's breath muffled by MalO's kiss, she felt the tip of the lupine member press up against her entrance. Was she ready for something this large? Could she handle it without getting injured? She didn't know, but neither of those questions mattered, as it was happening either way. She braced herself, and relaxed herself as much as possible. MalO slid inside. The tip of its cock was tapered, allowing it to enter easily, but quickly fattened out into the insanely girthy cock she was all too familiar with. Her back arched suddenly, as she tries to moan into the tongue, but not a peep escaped her around the kiss.

MalO thankfully didn't just thrust into her immediately, that truly may have done too much damage, but that didn't mean MalO was going slow. A steady push forward, spreading her lips out as wide as they could go. She felt her pussy stretch painfully, unable to fully take it, but MalO waited right there, letting her adjust before pushing more inside. It was sensual, the most caring her wolf had been the entire time they were together. MalO truly did care, and love her, even in its intense way. The first push inside lasted a full minute, incremental pushes in until finally, she took most of it. The kiss broke, and MalO hung over her head.

No more words were exchanged. MalO pulled back, and slammed forward, throwing its head back towards the ceiling. This time, without MalO's tongue filling her mouth, her scream escaped into the room as MalO began to fuck her. Every thrust tore through her body, sending a wave of pain soaring through her and unbelievable pleasure gripped her. MalO moved a hand over her face, showing Amber just how big its hand really was, grabbing her entire head with that alone and roughly scratching her as it did. She inhaled, smelling the fur, it had the same scent as the rest of MalO's fur. A thick, cloying musk twinged with sweat, and she lost herself in it. Amber's hands moved up, trying to hold onto MalO for support, but unable to reach her, grabbing the bed instead. Beneath them, the bed creaked, the sound of wood snapping from the sheer intensity of their sex.

Amber couldn't stop looking into MalO's eyes, she thought they were so beautiful. MalO looked back down at her again, twisting its head slightly and moving down to lick at her once again. Amber was going to need to get used to this beast's tongue fixation. Her legs trembled, lit up with the twisting pain and soreness that came with the exchange, a sleep deprived week catching up with her body. A new feeling hit her, and she immediately realized how fucked she really was. The knot battered against her entrance intensely, knocking on her doors and forcing its way inside. Now that Amber was able to take it all, MalO was roughly pounding her, trying to knot her this time in exchange for failing earlier. Amber's stomach showed an obvious bulge of the member, a near perfect outline of the oversized thing going deeper and deeper. Her womb felt so empty, and she needed it. She needed MalO to cum in her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, writhing in blissful glee.

The old bed snapped, one of the boards holding the thing up breaking under their pressure. Amber noticed, and tried to move, but MalO couldn't care less, still pounding her like a feral beast in heat. MalO's mouth stayed open, drips of ichor saliva falling onto her face, one even getting into her eye before she blinked it away. She felt her pleasure peaking, and was going to cum soon, but tried to hold on, she wanted to make MalO cum too when it finally happened. The energy in the room was absolutely electric, and MalO could feel the end coming as well, so it moved.

MalO grabbed Amber's body, arms wrapping possessively around her and sitting up, leaving Amber dangling in the monster's grasp, her legs limply touching the bed beneath. MalO thrusted up inside, growling directly into her ear and growing faster, completely losing itself in primal ecstasy. Words laced the growls, a cascade of 'mine' and 'bitch' that she couldn't make out in her tired state. Her arms wrapped around, trying to hold on too, but Amber was reduced to a pile of fuckmeat, crying from the intensity and falling apart. Everything overwhelmed her at once, the thrusting produced loud slaps as the knot slammed into her entrance, the scent had only grown in their fever pitch to be suffocatingly powerful, and her body was filled with so much pent up lust and pain it was all coming out at once. She screamed, her last wind coming out.

"AAAA! MALO!! PLEASE!"

MalO heard the words, and gave Amber everything. The knot pressed at her entrance, and MalO shoved her down onto it, the knot spreading her lips out and breaking Amber's mind. The knot was the final nail in the coffin, and every train of thought she grasped derailed at once, and she just screamed in ecstasy. MalO's mouth opened, suddenly biting at her other shoulder, all of its teeth sinking into flesh. Cum flowed freely, the virile seed flooding the poor girl, completely filling her. There simply wasn't enough room for all of the semen, but the knot prevented it all from escaping. Her stomach bulged instead, cum giving her a large gut. Blood ran down her body as well from the bite, and MalO fell forward on top of her, pinning her beneath the muscled fur, pulling back and thrusting forward one more time, riding out its climax as much as possible. Amber's legs lost feeling in them, twitching as pleasure overrode everything else. Amber was on the verge of completely passing out, croaking quietly into the furry shoulder, feeling utterly abused by the sex in a way that made her sing in delight. This roughness, this feral lust, she was absolutely in love with it, and her partner. Her arms fell to the sides, another rope of cum entering into her, and part of her wondered if MalO could impregnate her. She didn't care, and instead smiled. Her mind went blank, and she finally slept that night.

---

Amber woke up 12 hours later. She woke with a pained groan, with everything hurting. MalO was on top of her, completely formed. Anchored fully into her perception, no more flicking and vanishing, MalO was now 100% real to Amber. Her shoulder was patched up too, with MalO having treated the wound at some point. She wasn't knotted anymore, and her stomach felt full with cum. Her hips were sore, and was sure she may have broken a rib, and her mind was at risk of breaking again if MalO fucked her too soon. Even with that, she looked down at MalO, who was asleep. She watched her face, her quiet breaths, and idly thought about the app. The app gave her exactly what she wanted, a lover who truly wanted her, and would always be with her. She smiled quietly, and noticed her phone on the pillow next to her. There were a few messages, 2 pictures and a text from MalO. She reached over, trying not to wake her partner up, and clicked on them. The first photo was of MalO making out with her sleeping mouth, tongue inside of her throat. The second, a much sweeter photo, was merely of MalO clutching her in bed close, after having patched up Amber's wounds. She smiled, and saw the final message.

[I love you.]

Amber looked at the words on screen, and then down at the beast. She would never be alone again, and she quietly replied with the same 8 letters and then 3 more. She's not sure how she's going to handle MalO, but she's going to try, and love every moment of it. She sighed, looking down, and saw MalO staring at her, mouth open.

[GooD MoRnING... It's TiME FOR EArly KissEs~]