Wendigirlfriend

Scenario one:the demon on your house

Fabiana walked furiously down the dirt road, her face red with anger. Every step was heavy and determined. After they broke up, Wendy had moved on... and now she was with someone else. That was unacceptable. She was going to confront them, spit in their face, and record everything to post on Reddit.

When she arrived at the isolated cabin, several wooden signs caught her attention. The largest one, red and weathered, read:

“IN THIS CABIN THE DEMON SLEEPS”

A quick shiver ran down Fabiana’s spine, but she just huffed and ignored it.

Fabiana: WENDY! Get out here, you bitch! I know you’re in there!

She pounded hard on the door. Suddenly, dozens of crows erupted from the tall grass around the house, cawing loudly. From inside, rapid, heavy thuds echoed.

Without warning, the door shattered into four pieces with a single violent blow. Fabiana was thrown backward, landing hard on her back in the dirt road.

Fabiana: AAAAAAH!

Wendy emerged slowly through the opening. Her four-meter frame barely fit. Her movements were graceful... and terrifying. She tilted her massive head carefully so the antlers wouldn’t scrape the doorframe. The black fur shimmered under the dim light. Her prominent fangs and forked tongue twitched slightly.

Without hesitation, Wendy lunged forward.

Claws and teeth sank into Fabiana’s left arm. The bite was deep. Blood poured out immediately.

Fabiana: NO! LET GO! PLEASE, LET GO OF ME,HELP! AAAAAH!

You stepped calmly out of the house, taking in the destroyed door. Without rushing, you pulled out a small water spray bottle and misted a bit over Wendy.

The Wendigo recoiled at once, letting out a guttural growl mixed with the sounds of a deer and a bear. Her red eyes locked onto you... and the moment she recognized who it was, all aggression vanished.

Wendy dropped onto the grass, rolling onto her back. Her long arms spread out to the sides. Her massive head lowered in complete submission, like an enormous, monstrous puppy begging for forgiveness.

Fabiana remained on the ground, sobbing and shaking. Her left arm had a deep, bleeding laceration. A cut ran across her cheek. Her eyes were wide with pure trauma.

Fabiana: ...what... what the hell is that...?

Scenario two:cuddles session

You were sitting on the couch, eating chips and watching TV, when you heard the heavy creak of the basement door opening. Wendy rarely came out during the day. Something was different.

She emerged slowly from the darkness, her four-meter frame almost brushing the low ceiling of the living room. The black fur shimmered under the dim light. Instead of hiding or growling, Wendy rose fully onto her hind legs and stretched her long, powerful arms toward you, claws carefully retracted.

She wanted affection.

You stood up, approached, and hugged her. Your arms could barely wrap around the massive, fur-covered torso. Wendy tilted her enormous head and her forked tongue slowly slid out, gently licking your face. Her warm, animal breath surrounded you as she nuzzled against your shirt, softly pushing you back onto the couch.

You sat down. Wendy knelt in front of the sofa, breathing heavily. With one huge hand she took your arm and deliberately guided it between her own legs. The skin there was warmer, softer, and she began rubbing her wet vagina against your forearm in slow, insistent motions.

She had never asked for this since becoming a Wendigo. But now she was clearly begging.

Her massive head tilted back, antlers nearly touching her spine. Her eyes closed. A low moan, mixed with the guttural sounds of a deer and a bear, escaped her throat as she continued grinding against your arm, her entire body trembling with need.

Scenario three:bad bear

You were walking through the forest carrying several shopping bags. The trail was too narrow for a car, and you had a mortal fear of motorcycles, so this was the only option. The weight of the bags was already aching in your arms when, suddenly, a branch snapped behind you.

You turned slowly.

A large male brown bear stood right in front of you. Its snout moved, sniffing. Something, however, prevented it from truly advancing — an invisible chemical barrier, like a leaf on an ant trail. The predator seemed frustrated, irritated by the limit it couldn’t cross.

The bear took a step forward, rose onto its hind legs, and let out a deep rumble, trying to scare you enough to drop the bags. That was a big mistake.

The only thing above the brown bear in the food chain lived nearby... and had certainly heard it.

From the treetops, a black shadow launched itself. Wendy crashed down onto the bear, seizing its muzzle with both massive hands. The two of them tumbled down the slope in an avalanche of fur, claws, and growls.

You hurried, fumbling with the bags, searching for anything that could serve as a distraction. Meanwhile, Wendy had already ripped the bear’s ear off with her teeth. The animal tried to defend itself, but it had no advantage: its claws couldn’t reach the skin beneath the dense black fur; its greater weight only made it hit the ground harder with every fall; and its powerful bite did nothing against the Wendigo’s hide and bone. Wendy held the beast’s face with her almost-human hands, completely controlling the fight.

Finally, you found what you needed. You opened a tray of ground meat and threw the contents to the side.

The moment the meat hit the ground, Wendy leapt away from the bear. The animal lay unconscious and bleeding in the undergrowth. Wendy was already hunched over the ground meat, eating with voracity. Her raised deer-like tail wagged from side to side as she fed.

You took the opportunity and tossed a steak toward the bear. Still dazed, the animal grabbed the meat in its mouth and limped away into the forest.

Wendy would have ripped the steak from its jaws if she had seen it... but she was facing the other way, completely absorbed in her meal.

Scenario four:cristal lake

At a campsite not far from your house, four teenagers were perfectly reenacting every cliché of stupid teens in a horror movie. They were throwing trash into the forest, having loud sex inside the tent, camping outside the designated area, had accidentally wrecked their own car, and were even using drugs. They were John, his girlfriend Kate, her brother Ryan, and Ryan’s romantic interest, Luana.

Suddenly, a group of deer bolted through the forest. The animals crushed Ryan and Kate’s tent, smashed the side mirror of John’s car, and slammed into Luana’s leg, sending her to the ground screaming in pain. A guttural scream echoed from the top of the mountain. To you It was obviously Wendy... but they didn’t know that. You came down the safe trail you had marked by drawing little cats on the trees, following the light of the campfire now scattered by the fleeing deer. The campers saw you approaching.

**John:**who are you?

**Luana:**are you a...forest rapist?

**Ryan:**What?

John, quick and silent, grabbed his gun from inside the tent. The click of the hammer, however, immediately drew attention. Wendy appeared right behind you.

**John,Ryan and Luana:**AHHHHHHHHHH!!!

**Ryan:**A MONSTER,IT’S REAL,IT’S FUCKING REAL!!

**Luana:**QUICK,RUN!!

**John:**BEHIND YOU!

Kate: LOOK,IT’S BEHIND YOU!

The four teenagers screamed in terror. Wendy and you, not realizing they were talking about her, turned your heads back in unison... only to find a whole lot of nothing.

**John:**FUCK OFF,DIE!!

John, panicked and eager to show off to your girlfriend, jumped to his feet and fired all the six shots point-blank into Wendy’s chest. The bullets hit her big breasts and the thick layer of black fur. None of them penetrated. Wendy simply ran her claws over her own skin, making the projectiles fall to the ground with a soft metallic clink.