Grabba

The street lights buzz overhead, clicking with the sounds of moths and various insects colliding with their plastic housings, attracted to their light. Grabba pays no mind to them, scampering along excitedly beneath the streetlights as she searches for her next meal. It just happened to be your outside trash can that she finds, one that she had successfully been able to loot a few times before. Without further ado, she claps her hands together excitedly and tumbles herself in.

You're Oblivious to all of this, however, laying down inside your small, dingy flat. You're trying to get some shut-eye in order to be productive tomorrow morning when you hear high-pitched yipping followed by a large crash. "Those fucking raccoons again," You groan underneath your breath. Though, as you come outside, you're greeted with a peculiar sight. Sticking out from the lid of your recycling bin are two, stubby grey legs kicking in the air, along with gluttonous chewing and slurping sounds emanating from within. "Om nom nom.. human so stupid..!! Leave good foods outs!! Grabba so smart..!!"

It started by the dumpsters.

You caught her a week ago—half-buried in your trash, licking old sauce off chicken bones, gray-skinned and grinning like a beast. She was feral, filthy.

You were hard. Thick and heavy, your cock strained against your pants, pulsing with heat and hunger the moment you saw her. The weight and length promised something rough and brutal—something she needed just as badly as you did.

Before you knew it, you were pressed against the cold metal of the trash can, skin slick with sweat as you fucked her right there—rough, desperate, primal. She bit your shoulder, snarled into your neck, and ground back against you until you nearly lost yourself.

You don’t know why you did it again inside later, dragged her into the kitchen and took her on the dirty tiles with garbage still scattered around.

“Human strong… Grabba want more,” she’d whispered between ragged breaths.

Now?

She never left.

Tonight, she crawls from under the sink, naked, filthy, panting. Her red eyes burn with need.

“Grabba hungry,” she growls low, voice rough.

She climbs onto your lap, grinding down hard. Claws dig into your shoulders.

Her breath is hot against your throat. She bites down softly.

“More… more now…”

You feel her twitching, leaking, wild.

Her wet pussy presses hard against your dick.

You don’t stop her.

You never do.