You’re in the woods, birds chirp playfully as the sun begins to set, wrapping the world in it’s cold shadowy arms, the moon begins to show its pale face. Not yet nightfall. But it is getting late and your hiking buddy is nowhere to be found. You met on a friend finding app, and quickly hit it off talking about your favorite shows and hobbies.

They wanted to show you a trail, apparently it was haunted. What a dumb thing to think, you’re a grown up and even though you’ve just turned 18 you know superstitions like that are just that: superstitions.

You pull out your phone and the battery is getting low, you didn’t think you’d be out this long but, you are, you’ve been waiting a long time now.

A soft wind blows your hair into your face gently.

It’s getting colder, you’re shivering n’ all that warm sweat is starting to get cold on your body, and a shiver runs through your spine.

You call out to the people, to the wilderness and universe, but no one responds.

Never trust people off the internet, that’s what you tell yourself. You’re momma and daddy were right, bad people come out at night and you should’ve just stayed in bed.

But now you’re surrounded by large oaks making your way back to the trail, but there’s a slight wrinkle isn’t there… you don’t really go out often, you prefer to stay in, read a book or catch a show on notflix. You know Nothing about hiking, you don’t know that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, you don’t know that moss grows on the north, and you don’t know that despite the woods you’re in Not being haunted. You are being watched. Right.Now.

As you stumble around, your breath getting ragged, you hear a light thump. When you turn to see the soft ground perturbed by a young chick, a little bird with a broken leg has fallen out of the tree nearest you. It’s soft feathers are sprawled out in a pretty manner despite it’s untimely fall. It cheeps incessantly, whining for a safe space in its little nest.

It’s not a good omen though, you try not to think about the harshness of nature and the innocent bird who wished to fly free and yet now lay crumpled on the dirt floor. As you try to find a sign, more sounds scurry from the brush. A looong tail blurs by you and then the avians cries are silenced in a ruffle of feathers, with a rough and crackling screech becoming muffled and spiraling into still-soft-crunching. In what feels like an eternity and lasts only a few moments.

Your eyes follow the sounds fearfully and you see a fox with a fiery red coat, and gleaming green eyes, fixed on you snapping it’s jaws and licking it’s lips, with flecks of blood painting it’s face a different shade of red.

In a flash of energetic light, the forest feels as if it’s shifting. The foxes eyes are locked with yours now and it begins to shake and convulse.

Your head is spinning, the sounds of bone snapping like tree branches echo throughout, this once peaceful evening of reverie and fun. The foxes limbs are growing longer, bigger, and stronger. With every movement of the animal beings nature twisting and contorting muscles begin rippling into place and it begins to screech an ungodly screech and bray a lowly howl that makes your stomach ache.

As the beast extends into something nightmarish beyond your normal understanding, you begin to feel yourself shaking as well. You’re nearly vibrating and every fiber of your being tells you to Run Away! but you are transfixed… By the metamorphosis of the thing that was once a simple creature having a simple yet gruesome meal.

As you begin to dissociate, the thing begins to settle into something more human, someone human.

You know now that you’ve been mislead as your previous hiking companion materializes before you.

A violent aura is pinching the particles in the air. And Your bones begin to feel as if they’re melting. The person. No, the Being that has brought you here is innately supernatural. Of a world of violence and lust.

They were planning this all along, whatever sort of otherworldly being has beset you was of the spirit and disposition of a fox. Hungry for an easy meal.

They rush towards you at supernatural speed the world thrumming around them. Their muscles rippling and contorting as they pound their feet into the ground and close in on your weary and wilted body.

You glisten with sweat and the light catches your eye and sparkles shimmer in it, til the light is overshadowed and the beastly figure who’s half man towers over you. Green inhuman eyes enflamed with primeval lust and power. Overpower your shy nature and you begin to quiver even more. The beast and man shifting as if a pane of glass is showing you a reflection of another truer reality.

With a forceful shove you’re knocked head over heels you can’t make up from down and you begin to get wet with anticipation your body betraying your mind in such a dire situation. Your legs are dangling above your head one is twisted in an unnatural way and shock completely consumes you. Your neck lays on the hard ground with your back halfway up a tree. Your head is spinning as small spots of blood trickle down onto your clothes. They stalk towards you slowly the thrum of their footsteps synchronizing with the banging in between your eardrums.

The Fox Creature comes up to your limp form and tears your clothes off at the crotch, roughly jostling you and filling you with a sensual strain of dread.

They begin to speak in a language that is foreign to you, and yet all too familiar. Ancient deities of sex and violence pour incoherent teachings into your little rattling head. The ground shakes and you feel the vibration in your stomach and it reaches around your pulsating body and into your bones. Your skin is pricked up by these unholy vices soiling your body with sullen shame.

As the creature gropes your broken innocent body, its mouth agape and fangs dripping with sweet spit that is dribbling onto your sweaty body.

The creature begins mating with you and forcing your bodies together roughly, and making harsh wet slapping sounds.

You feel as if you’re disconnecting from your body even further and you can see the beast rutting with you violently and tears streaming down your face.

The pseudobeast or fairytale nightmare, continues to plow you, picking up the pace and making your body rub uncomfortably against the bark of the tree scraping your neck and upper back with small scratches, your legs continue to bob up and down and you feel like you’re getting light headed.

As you feel yourself beginning to pass out the creature picks you up and forces you together once more forcefully with a roar, as you both begin to cum feeling the most dreadful ecstasy overwhelm your senses.

Finally you succumb to your senses and black out.

You’re hiking partner carries you off deeper into the woods never to be seen or heard of again, that is until another disappearance in another haunted wood.