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what's this? another collection of furry stories? it's not like anyone asked but im delivering regardless!! in this book you will find a plethora of short stories, all intended to be suggestive and have not-so-innocent implications lying...
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There's a monster in the woods, they said.
The forest is a death trap, they said.
Aleph will take your life, they said.
Wanna know what I said? Fuck your excuses. I'm no thinker when it comes to opportunities. I don't think, I just do. All those sad city people tried their best to deter me. Little do they know, Dad didn't raise a loser. I'm going to meet this Aleph guy. According to all the weak-minded strangers, he's this big werewolf, and the Garder Forest is his territory.
Does that scare me? Not at all. I've had my fair share of fights and debates and tussles with random people, and I've always come out on top. In more ways than one. I won't be trapped in the forest with Aleph; he'll be trapped in there with me.
I disappear into the vast forest stretching out before me. It's dark. Nighttime. The norm with "monsters" is that they're extra active and triple-scary when the moon's out. Anyone else would've waited until daytime to meet Aleph, or even to come to the edge of this forest. It's deemed the most dangerous place in the entire region.
This Aleph sure has made a name for himself. And I'm here to wreck it.
I make it to a clearing in the woods. The trees are glaring at me, like they're telling me I'm a fool for coming here alone and unarmed. Insulting me with their inky black branches and swaying leaves, a faint grimace on their wooden faces. I grin. Nothing scares me here.
The only thing slightly off-putting is the smell traveling amid the air. It's a thick scent, and it's almost sweet. Like musk. It's the smell of wolf, of Aleph. The more I sniff at the air, the more I realize it's coming closer to me.
From behind I hear a heavy rustling noise, so loud and clear without the sound of the world to mask it. I begin to turn, but it's too late. Something large grabs me by the shoulders and drags me into the air. The smell of werewolf is circling right around me now. It's him.
But I'm not scared, no . . .
Aleph sets me down harshly on the grass, right at the base of a tree so that my back is against the bark and my butt feels the cold dirt. Quickly I look up to see his face, ignoring the fact that he isn't clothed. He's drooling, his viscous saliva barely missing my face and landing on my cloak. He's all gray, packing some muscle in that body, and his expression is firm. There's a scar above his left eye.
This has to be him.
Soon I realize I'm trapped below him. Anything could happen . . . I could die . . . but when I see him leaning the girth of his hips closer to my face, I see that he isn't preparing to kill me. He is offering himself to me.
