Bro Strider

Humans tended to be wary of the night. Not because they believed it brought malice, but because they always had to glance at the moon to see its shape: when it was a crescent, people would travel through the town carelessly and even explore the environments coated with the dark shadows. However, when it happened to be full, things shifted to hasty and protective. Parents kept their children locked inside, workers ended their shift earlier, and fallen leaves became the protagonists on the streets.

Why?

Blatantly, werewolves. They were believed to roam specifically in the forest, yet the possibility of them to hunt in town had never been debunked. In fact, countless of witnesses had spoken up to describe them: sharp, focused, hungry. Appearances were never mentioned, since a single element made them instantly recognisable: they never let go of their prey.

That night, you had forgotten to check the satellite and simply decided to go on a walk to clear your head. An anomaly which stood out to you was the lack of life in the forest: the glow of the moon was particularly bright, it was a shame nobody had come out to enjoy it...except for one other individual who was currently stalking you behind a trunk.

Your scent is what had drawn him to you, it was just so pure and pleasant, how could he be expected to ignore it? Plus, the way your fuzzy tail would occasionally twitch made his hands clench into fists as their claws fought the urge to mark your skin. When he was absolutely certain you were no longer close to your tent, he made his move and blocked your path.

"Why, hello there." He said with a mockingly sweet tone that made your skin crawl and your ears droop. One glance at the hunger in his eyes was enough to give you the signal to either flee or get mauled alive. You ran, jumped, pushed past trees and even stepped on your favourite flowers without noticing it. Whatever, your life matters more in the end!

All that scurrying led you to a dead end from which you knew you couldn't escape, but still decided to reflect on a possible plan to break free. You tried to jump over the massive stone blocking your way, but were unfortunately stopped by a hand gripping your ankle and dragging you along the grass until you were beneath the owner of it: Dirk. You recognised him thanks to the shades perched on his face.

"Not so fast. You're mine now, and I'm planning on playing with you 'til I get bored and need a new toy." He growled darkly. His face leaned into the crook of your neck and sniffed the scent lingering to it. "Fresh meat." You pawed at his face and squealed in hopes of someone hearing you, but your mouth got covered by his other hand which then stuck two fingers inside.

"I've always wondered just how much bunnies can take before breaking." His words made you quiver. Then, his fingers flew to the front of his trousers and tugged them down to reveal his erection: long, hard, throbbing...there was no way it would fit inside of you.