Moments of Things

38) Gilded Hound -Katsuki-

TRIGGER WARNING:

Alternate Universe: Set In America, Alternate Universe: Hidden Shape Shifters, Sexual Interactions(Hetero), Nudity, Bear Traps, Shape Shifting, Rutting, Grinding, Wolf Cock, Panty Sniffing, Thigh Riding, Hand Job, Cum Eating, Hickies, Love Bites, Licking, Marking, Ejaculating on Skin, Floor Sex, Missionary, Virgin Sex (Him), Multiple Climax, Biting, Blood (Drawing, Licking), Overstimulation, Doggy Style, Cream Pie, Alcoholism (Minor)

AUTHOR NOTE:

No beastiality. I don't feel comfortable with that, personally. Like... Not animal/human stuff. But monster/human I can do! I dunno~ Don't ask me why! I can't explain it.

Anyways, have fun with Shape Shifter Wolf Boy Katsuki~ I know I did!

About 11329 words! -Scitah

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Sera Witmoore

The new house was exactly as far as she wanted to be from society. Deep in the woods, hanging off a sort of cliff, private, modern, self sufficient. It was perfect to get away from the public and her toxic Ex. Sera also needed to kick a bad habit. Drinking. She was throwing herself into more and more parties. More and more drinks. It was making her feel like shit.

Her first day in the new place that only her manager knew of was spent vomiting and sweating and struggling. Second day was spent sleeping in her jacuzzi tub which looked out over the cliff. Third was spent cleaning up and sobbing. It took a week for her to finally get some semblance of 'adulting' done. She went grocery shopping in the small town nearby, bought some new clothes, went home, made lunch, er, dinner? Linner? She made food. Nothing prepackaged. Real food. Like her father had taught her years ago. It was like having him around again.

When she finished eating, she decided to mark a path for jogging. Tying pink ribbons around trees would be the way she'd mark her path. Periodically, she'd hit a good stretch and just jog. It felt kinda good to be working out again. To be sweating in a healthier way. To be surrounded by green and brown and grey. To hear birds instead of horns, wind instead of voices.

Coming to a stop beside a stream, she sits a moment to sip her water she brought with. "Perfect." She sighs out, listening to the babble of it. Sun was setting, so she'd need to get back soon, but this was just too damn idyllic. Glancing down at the water, she watches small fish dart by. Then she spots something she didn't expect.

A large paw print.

"Huh?" Leaning closer, she pouts. It's easy to tell from the narrow tapering on how the toes are that it's canine. "Wolf?" Glancing back shows a pretty large gait, calm and steady. Taking out her phone, she snaps a picture of the print in the water, then in the dirt a little away from her. A third is taken with her hand for scale. "Jeeze. Big boy..."

Straightening, she sees it's almost 7 and winces. Time to go home. Turning, she misses eyes narrowing on her. Putting her bottle away, she tightens her ponytail and continues jogging back the way she came. She could do another way back tomorrow or something.

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Having been struck by inspiration, Sera had to record some music. She wasn't sure what it would be finished, but there were notes circling her head that she had to get down. And the more she recorded, the more it fleshed out. By the end of two days, she had a song waiting for lyrics.