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It’s Halloween night, you’re preparing to go to a party, but you were running late so you decided to take a shortcut through the woods. About halfway through you heard footsteps that you didn’t recognize. They weren’t that of an animal and they weren’t some other monster girl from around the neighborhood stalking you. Being a single man that has grown up in a post monster invasion world you have learned many different techniques to remain single for as long as possible. It’s not that you didn’t like the idea of being claimed, you just wanted to focus on education and getting your life straight.

That’s why when you didn’t recognize what you knew to be monster footsteps your guard went up. conveniently, monster girls tended who were stronger or taller tended to be more aggressive, this would lead to heavier footsteps, since all that left to worry was the more petite aggressive types memorizing steps to avoid them was easier. But this was different. They were indeed heavy footsteps, but something wasn’t right, as far as you could tell they weren’t going towards you, which was not normal, especially for monsters who are night-oriented like wolf girls which tend to make up a decent amount of the monsters in the woods. That’s when you heard the sound of crackling fire, and your interest was piqued. One quick glace wouldn’t hurt.

You walked towards the footsteps which had now stopped. A short distance away you were able to see a woman who you recognized almost instantly to be some sort of hellhound. You quickly ducked into a bush realizing how screwed you would be if you were caught. But there was something off about this hellhound. She was definitely not ordinary. For one she was tall, even by hellhound standards, and she seemed to radiate more heat than normal, so much heat in fact that the normally cool, nighttime autumn air felt like a summer day.

You sensed trouble, more than you would’ve from a normal hellhound which you didn’t think was possible. You started to slowly back away when the worst sound imaginable echoed through the woods, a snapping twig. You fucked yourself, cartoon style. The hellhound turned her head and look directly at you, her fiery eyes boring into your soul and that’s when you saw what set her apart from the other hellhounds. Her gaze, it wasn’t the normal intense, lustful gaze that the others had. Her gaze looked at you with desire, yes, but there was something else, something that suggested more complex desires than simply pounding you into the ground.

For a minute neither of you moved or made a sound, even the crickets had stopped chirping out of fear for what might happen next. And that’s when she stood up. From the bush you couldn’t see her lower body, but she already seemed tall, so you assumed that she was standing. This hellhound was massive, she was so tall that some of the lower tree branches were shoulder height with her. She took a single step towards you, and you fell down, your legs preemptively giving out in preparation for what you assumed was going to be your demise.

You shut your eyes tightly and waited for your clothes to be torn off or to be grabbed and pressed against a tree or honestly anything that hellhound wanted considering her size. But nothing happened. You opened your eyes and you saw that she was extending her clawed hand towards you, you nervously grabbed it, and she helped you to your feet.

“I thought that I would spend my yearly trip from Hell alone, I’m glad that I was wrong for a change.”

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