Hunt

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You have chosen the avatar on the Left. (set:$vjack to 1) [[Start]]

You have chosen the avatar on the Right. (set:$pjack to 1) [[Start]]

Here’s a clichè: it’s dark. You can’t exactly think of a proper way to describe just how dark it is. You’re a writer, so you should, but the only thing you can think of is Spongebob’s voice in your head saying, “This isn’t normal darkness. This is //advanced// darkness.” On a scale from “sort of dark” to “dark as balls,” this would be, “As Black as the Blackest Black™ by Anish Kapoor darkness.” All around you, you can hear a rhythmic thrumming, like the rumbling of distant thunder. In fact, it feels hot and humid on your bare skin— Wait. Bare? Oh, yeah. As it turns out, you seem to be incredibly, totally naked. Your first instinct is to reach down and cover yourself, but it’s too dark for that. Besides, you need your hands out in front of you to feel for any objects that are planning to make contact with your defenseless knees. One too many bruises from late-night snack runs have taught you how to navigate the darkness with care. Front. Back. Left. Right. All around you, there’s nothing but smooth, cool stone. You start to walk forward, slow and steady. You walk and walk and walk. Has it been hours? Or maybe the world’s slowest minutes? It’s not like you’re able to do any sightseeing on the way. There’s nothing but darkness and heat to keep you company. Sometimes you think you see movement out of the corners of your eyes, black moving on black, but when you turn to look, there’s never anything there. There’s heat, though. Getting hotter and hotter, crawling under your skin, promising you light and warmth and safety. You have to find where it’s coming from before whatever’s lurking out there finds you. [[Walk Forward]]

You continue on, legs now weak underneath you. The air is getting thicker, harder to breathe as if it’s a physical thing. The heat is unbearable now, sweat cascading down your whole body in little rivers. The only thing you can hear is the constant pounding in your head, that far-off thunderstorm that sometimes sounds like it’s trying to tell you something. You stop to catch your breath. Almost immediately, everything goes silent. The darkness groans in front of you, and you feel yourself start to sway where you stand. Again, you sense movement, but not in any way that makes sense to your eyes. Things appear and disappear out of nothing, structures that intersect in ways they shouldn’t. You realize after a while that a staircase, or maybe a tunnel, has assembled itself in front of you. It’s hard to tell; looking at it too long makes your head feel funny. At the very bottom — or maybe the end — there is a light. It flickers like a flame. Could it be a torch? Someone to save you? [[Walk Towards It]] [[Stay There]]

Hesitant, you walk forward. It’s strange, not knowing whether you’re going up or down, but you trust that going toward the light is the right thing to do. It glints off your wet skin, off the hair sticking to your face. Finally, you can make out a large, well-lit chamber in the distance. Torch flames encircle the room. In the center, you can see a large table made of rock. When you reach it, you lay a hand on its surface. It’s cold as ice to the touch, and looks like it’s straight out of some 90’s cult movie. You’d be stupid to sit on it, but you’re so hot... [[Sit Down]] [[Yeah Right]]

Yeah, okay. Ominous light at the end of a self-assembling tunnel? Might as well have a neon sign above it that says, “Come on Down to Literal Hell.” You can be kind of a dumbass sometimes, sure, but you’re not THAT stupid. You decide to stay up here and look around for another way out of wherever you are. In fact, this is probably a dream, so why not wait around until you wake up? You don’t notice it at first. The way the light from the fire seems to crawl toward you. Squirming through the impossible twists and turns, all those 90 degree angles and flat ridges and steep jumps, it makes its way to your toes first. It feels like ice. A shout leaves your throat as you startle back into the safety of the darkness. Only this time there isn’t empty space but a warm, slimy wall blocking you. Or maybe you’re lying down? You can’t tell. You’re so dizzy all of a sudden, and none of this feels right. The light and shadows both wrap around your ankles, tight and unforgiving. More tendrils rise up from the floor, coiling around your waist and your arms. It’s a living thing around you, you realize, and you’re not about to get swallowed — you’re already in the belly of the beast. You fight, pulling and tugging, but they only squeeze harder. You scream again for someone to help, but sickly, prying tentacles fill your mouth and sink deep inside you. [[You Give In]]

A groan escapes your lips. It’s an instant relief to your feverish skin. Without even thinking, you lower yourself down onto your back, spreading your whole body out across the rock table’s surface. Your eyes are so heavy. You’re exhausted. You don’t notice the way the shadows from the torches wriggle across the stone floor until they reach up and engulf you. Though they lay flat against your body, you can feel their weight. They press down against your skin, trailing over your body, your legs, your chest. Gentle, curious touches grace the peaks of your nipples before moving onto your throat, then your chin. The shadows cradle you like a lukewarm bath after a hard day. You let your head tilt back as far as the stone will allow. [[You Give In]]

(if:$vjack > 0)[You moan, loud and unintentionally, as one tendril brushes across the lips of your pussy. Okay, yeah, that’s not happening, you creepy shadows. You go to close your legs, but the shadows, as if they know, take your legs and push them open wider. More climb over your body, around your waist, up your chest, and wrap around your throat. Thoroughly immobilized, you can do nothing but watch as the tendrils investigate your skin. It’s only just now that you notice there are people here. They stand, gathered around you silently in heavy cloaks and hoods, staring at down at you. Though you cannot see their faces, your skin prickles, hairs rising on your neck under the intensity of their glares. One, bigger than the rest, steps forward. With a huge figure and arms that burst with muscle, they tower over you. Their hands are dark, like they’ve dipped them in pitch oil up to the crook of their elbows. Stepping between your open legs, they rest their hands on your thighs, hands unnaturally hot. You shudder. They tilt their head. The shadows pause in their ministrations, then slowly pull away until they are solely wrapped around your wrists, ankles, and neck. One of the cloaked figure’s hands makes its way up your thigh, stopping momentarily to part the lips of your cunt. Whining, you arch slightly off the rock when their thumb brushes against your twitching clit. They look at you underneath their hood. For one moment you think you see the burning circle of an eye — just a glowing ember in a circle of black — meeting your own. ] (if:$pjack > 0)[You moan, loud and unintentionally, as one tendril brushes across the head of your cock. Okay, yeah, that’s not happening, you creepy shadows. You go to close your legs, but the shadows, as if they know, take your legs and push them open wider. More climb over your body, around your waist, up your chest, and wrap around your throat. Thoroughly immobilized, you can do nothing but watch as the tendrils investigate your skin. It’s only just now that you notice there are people here. They stand, gathered around you silently in heavy cloaks and hoods, staring at down at you. Though you cannot see their faces, your skin prickles, hairs rising on your neck under the intensity of their glares. One, bigger than the rest, steps forward. With a huge figure and arms that burst with muscle, they tower over you. Their hands are dark, like they’ve dipped them in pitch oil up to the crook of their elbows. Stepping between your open legs, they rest their hands on your thighs, hands unnaturally hot. You shudder. They tilt their head. The shadows pause in their ministrations, then slowly pull away until they are solely wrapped around your wrists, ankles, and neck. One of the cloaked figure’s hands makes its way up your thigh, stopping momentarily to trace a finger along the half-hard underside of your dick. Whining, you arch slightly off the rock when their thumb brushes against the slit at the head. They look at you underneath their hood. For one moment you think you see the burning circle of an eye — just a glowing ember in a circle of black — meeting your own. ] [[Wake Up]]

Yeah, okay. Freaky altar in a room filled with torches? You can be kind of a dumbass sometimes, sure, but you’re not THAT stupid. You decide to stay up here and look around for another way out of wherever you are. In fact, this is probably a dream, so why not wait around until you wake up? You don’t notice it at first. The way the light from the fire seems to crawl toward you. Squirming through the impossible twists and turns, all those 90 degree angles and flat ridges and steep jumps, it makes its way to your toes first. It feels like ice. A shout leaves your throat as you startle back into the safety of the darkness. Only this time there isn’t empty space but a warm, slimy wall blocking you. Or maybe you’re lying down? You can’t tell. You’re so dizzy all of a sudden, and none of this feels right. The light and shadows both wrap around your ankles, tight and unforgiving. More tendrils rise up from the floor, coiling around your waist and your arms. It’s a living thing around you, you realize, and you’re not about to get swallowed — you’re already in the belly of the beast. You fight, pulling and tugging, but they only squeeze harder. You scream again for someone to help, but sickly, prying tentacles fill your mouth and sink deep inside you. [[You Give In]]

(if:$vjack > 0)[You wake up suddenly. Light, bright and hot, filters through your open window onto your bed. Nightshirt sticking to your flushed skin, you reek of sweat, and that’s putting it mildly. Kicking off the covers, you tear off your shirt to cool off, but as you do, you feel it. //It.// That damp spot in your underwear, smack dab under your ass and thighs. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out what it is, especially with how the blood rushes to your face when your over sensitive cunt brushes against the soaked fabric. Ha ha //haaaaa//, you’re not going to think about that. You’re so not going to think about that weird-ass dream that you barely remember now. Nope. Not happening. You must have eaten some bad take-out or something. Yelp review: //2 stars for way too vivid dreams.// Ugh, welp, you needed a shower anyway before you got to work.] (if:$pjack > 0)[You wake up suddenly. Light, bright and hot, filters through your open window onto your bed. Nightshirt sticking to your flushed skin, you reek of sweat, and that’s putting it mildly. Kicking off the covers, you tear off your shirt to cool off, but as you do, you feel it. //It.// That damp spot in your underwear, smack dab under your ass and thighs. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out what it is, especially with how the blood rushes to your face when your still hard cock tents up against the soaked fabric. Ha ha //haaaaa//, you’re not going to think about that. You’re so not going to think about that weird-ass dream that you barely remember now. Nope. Not happening. You must have eaten some bad take-out or something. Yelp review: //2 stars for way too vivid dreams.// Ugh, welp, you needed a shower anyway before you got to work.] [[Shower]]

Cold shower? Cold shower. It just makes sense. The water washes away your sweat without a problem. Your morning arousal, on the other hand, is a lot harder. Listen, you have morals, okay? You have standards. You’re not gonna touch yourself just because of some cryptic bullshit nonsense dream. [[Yeah, Sure]]

Yeah! Sure! Completely ignoring lower body, you step out of the shower, towel off, and change into some loose clothes. Enough of that. The clock on your bedroom nightstand reads 11 AM. Nice job sleeping in, but that’s one of the benefits of working from home. You set your own hours. And if that means adjusting because you slept in for a filthy nightmare, well, you do you. You sit at your computer and turn on the monitor. Might as well get started before it gets too late in the day. Best place to do so is your email. [[Check Email]]

Your inbox is full of hate mail. You’re not kidding. There are literally hundreds upon hundreds of messages that range from “this is fake and you should be ashamed” to the simple, yet articulate, “die.” You have about 1000 unread messages, all of them from MeTube, most of them about //Let’s Hunt!// //Let’s Hunt!// is your urban exploration series. You don’t have the most popular channel on the site, but you’ve managed to make a good living for yourself by filming the occasional spooky video. Urbexing isn’t the only thing on your channel, either. You also run a blog where you make posts about all the encounters you have at different locations, plus photos. Half of those photos include bloody handprints, a dark shadow in the corner looking down at you, maybe a knife, clean, sitting along a rusted counter. A lot of viewers accuse you of setting up scenes to drive more attention to your site and get you more views. And, well, they’re right.You’ve gotta find some way to make it in this clickbait world, so why not get a little creative with your content? Which kind of reminds you, you don’t have anything planned for your video and blog post next week. One would think forgotten and empty houses would be a dime a dozen in this economy. Sadly, that doesn’t seem to be the case here. Your area doesn’t have a big online presence, so you have to find most of the abandoned places yourself. [[Damn]]

You open the email. //Jack, I am contacting you as a fellow urban explorer. Your videos provide an endless source of entertainment and introspection when it comes to the abundance of deserted property in America. I am reaching out to you because I found a nearby property that I haven’t seen featured on your blog. I think it would be beneficial for my curiosity and your interest to see your account of it on your blog. -A dear fan.// Included at the bottom of the email is an address and photograph of the property. To call it creepy would be an understatement. The place is awful. Ages old, looks like it came straight out of the early 1800’s. Georgian architecture with its creepy symmetrical, rectangular windows and weirdly perfect brickwork, the house was probably nice at one point. Aren’t they all? Now it sits, overgrown with a variety of different ferns and moss and muck climbing up the faded red stones, windows boarded up or broken and, to top it all off, it’s half-submerged in a bog. It’s ugly and foreboding and looks like the home of a dozen or so nasty rodents and evil little spiders. All in all, it looks like the perfect place to make a video. [[Respond to Email]] [[Ignore It]] (set:$respond to 1)

Eh, you have more important things to do. Besides there’s nothing wrong with letting an email sit for a few seconds, minutes...hours….days. They probably don’t mind. You have chores to do. Like, uh, cleaning your sink. //Do you really want to clean your sink?// (if:$respond > 0)[ [[Respond to Email]] ](else:)[ [[Open the Email]] ] [[Clean Sink]]

Yeah, this looks promising! The address is about five hours from where you live. There’s a little town about two hours away from the property, then it’s nothing but open road. Awesome, that means you have less of a chance of being caught by the police. There’s enough time left in the day to drive out there, shoot a video, then return to a motel in the nearby town to edit that night. You can have the video up in no time. You send a response to the fan, thanking them for the tip and asking for any information that you may need to know before approaching the site. Like it or not, walking into an abandoned area, especially ones out in the middle of nowhere can be sort of — okay, very — dangerous. There’s mold, animals, and, of course, other people to watch out for. Better get a heads up on the climate first. You wait around an hour. Respond to a few emails of the not so kind variety. One of them called you a little attention whore, which is true, yes, but they could have been nicer in their scathing review. Then you distract yourself by browsing expensive cameras for sale on Amazon. You don’t make enough money on ad revenue from your blog or MeTube account yet to afford anything other than the occasional treat at McDonalds. You’re in dire need of more interesting content. More and more, you find yourself getting excited for this swamp house. This could be your big break on MeTube if everything goes right. The property is large, spooky, and the perfect scene for a number of twisted titles. “Murder at Old Mansion?” Too overdone. “Exorcism at Old Plantation Home?” Eh, getting there. Everyone loves a good demon possession story. What about, “Secret Black Market Sex Ring?” Yeah, that’s good. That’ll stir up a lot of controversy. [[you're terrible]]

Better get started. There are only so many hours in the day, and you are not about to waste it here. You have a pack you take with you ready at the front door of your little apartment. It’s a backpack filled with with a water bottle, a First Aid kit, a respirator mask, and a change of clothes, plus the obligatory flashlights, spare batteries, and camera equipment. It’s a little big, but easy enough to carry. Better safe than sorry, right? You put on a change of clothes. Your iconic leather studded jacket you have become known for in your videos slides over your arms easily. Then there are your thicker high-tops. You don’t exactly have “hiking” shoes, but it shouldn’t matter, should it? You’re not gonna be doing anything too strenuous. It barely takes any time to get ready. The only thing that really needs to be taken care of is getting your car keys from the bowl near the door and something to eat on the way from the kitchen. After all that, you’re on your way. [[The Long Drive]]

The road to the property is a long one. You knew this before heading out, but there’s always something so surprising about just how long several hours by car can be. The amount of miles and towns you’ve passed on the way out, the road signs and state lines, the change of scenery from bustling, crowded city streets to rolling hills and miles of forest. It’s late in the day by the time you finally make it to the gas station near the edge of town. It’s the final real piece of “civilization” in the two hours it would take through New England wilderness to make it to the the next county. The location for the abandoned property is a little between the two. A few miles off road — you’ll have to hike part of it, according to Maps — you’re only at risk of getting caught by a racoon or deer. Highway patrol would be lucky to see your car with how well you well you know how to hide it. The weather is nice. Kind of cold out, but that’s expected for late October. There’s barely a cloud in the sky, save for a few in the distance. You fill up your car with enough gas it practically overflows. (Never get caught without enough — you learned that lesson the hard way once.) [[Get In The Car]] [[Take A Look Around]] [[Go Into The Gas Station]]

Oh, you’re doing it. You’re cleaning your sink. Wow. It’s been literal months since you’ve cleaned this, you sloppy fucking gremlin. It smells terrible. There’s a buildup of gunk in the drain from bits of hair and toothpaste from months, maybe a year ago. Maybe you could do a vlog on your bathroom sink. There’s enough gunk and rust that it you could pretend it’s from an abandoned site. You’re already thinking of the title, “Flushed Human Remains Found in Drain!!” There’s a house a few blocks down that’s been foreclosed with overgrown weeds in the front. You can use that, it would be easy to break the lock. Then again, there is that email. Or you could totally watch that Halloween movie marathon today like you’d planned. (if:$respond > 0)[ [[Respond to Email]] ](else:)[ [[Open the Email]] ] [[Watch TV]]

You decide to watch TV. What’s a Halloween celebration if you can’t watch some scary movies? With any luck, the elderly neighbors in your apartment block won’t hear the characters’ screams and file another noise complaint. Seems like every channel has something scary on. But what should you watch? [[Watch A Slasher]] [[Watch A Thriller]] [[Watch A Monster Movie]] Or maybe you could actually get work done. (if:$respond > 0)[ [[Respond to Email]] ](else:)[ [[Open the Email]] ]

Claws slash across the neck of a screaming young woman. Blood, too bright to be real, spurts from her throat as she falls awkwardly to the ground. While she chokes and bleeds out, the beast that killed her steps into the dim moonlight. It’s a hairy, wolf-like thing, with pointed fangs and a drooling, open maw. Eyes glinting in the dark, it crouches over the girl’s limp body and tears through her tiny little camp counselor uniform, exposing her small breasts and lacy bra. You’ve seen //Night of the Moon// about a dozen times. The story is as cheesy as any other early 80’s slasher, about a bunch of kids having sex in the woods before they get stalked and killed by some sort of monster. The grotesque werewolf, with its pointed snout, sharp teeth and deadly claws, is eventually defeated by the young, blonde virgin. She’s saved by the strength of her purity, or some bullshit like that. You roll your eyes. It’s corny, the effects are bad and the storyline is non-existent. But no one, including you, watches it for that. You watch it for one thing only: the killer. [[Watch This]] [[Watch A Thriller]] [[Watch A Monster Movie]]

The dusty inside of an abandoned house plays across the screen. There is no music, save for the light tapping on the Middle C key of a piano. A boy enters, barely 18, still wearing his high school uniform. He holds a dim, flickering flashlight in his shaking hand. He passes by a room without noticing what’s inside it, but you and the camera do. A man, or something that looks like a man, smiling maniacally. His stark white face and ruby red lips stick out against the dark backdrop. //A Bump at Night// is a remake, like most things are. But this one’s actually good, from what you’ve heard. Their casting of the film’s old-school iconic clown villain made it a quick hit. Maybe that’s what your next video should be about: some abandoned amusement park. Really cash in on the hype. [[Watch It]] [[Watch A Slasher]] [[Watch A Monster Movie]]

You channel surf, passing a few cooking shows before you land on a movie you know by heart. Bloody viscera paints paints the walls as the the multi-tentacled abomination of flesh and sinew erupts from a writhing human’s chest. The other men and women that surrounded the body of the creature stumble back in horror, faces ashen and gripping the walls like rats in a trap. It’s a movie called //The Creature,// and you know the creature in question as well as the back of your hand. You dressed up as it when you went to your first high school Halloween party as a freshman, having watched the movie at least thirty times to get every little detail down perfectly. You adore the design of the ancient deep-sea creature that can masquerade as human beings by absorbing them into itself. Right now, the creature’s slimy, dark tentacles with razor-sharp puckers dig into the skin of the research team’s doctor. Maybe you should watch this for old time’s sake, even though you know the lines by heart. [[Watch]] [[Watch A Slasher]] [[Watch A Thriller]]

Don’t diss the classics. You put the remote to the side and lean back on your couch. Settling in to watch the old movie, you ignore the cheesy dialogue and focus instead on the werewolf’s makeup. Killers often stayed hidden in movies from that decade, but not in this one. The SFX crew really wanted to show off their work, and damn, do you appreciate it. That big, realistic muzzle, all curled up in a menacing snarl. The glimmer of drool in the moonlight. Long, clawed hands with scattered patches of fur. It’s more wolf than man, sniffing the ground like an animal in search of its bleeding, wounded prey. As the wolfman bends down, you catch a glimpse of its cock. Red and knotted, it bobs between the creature’s legs, a bold choice by the SFX crew. It worked, though; the movie’s extra “edge” drove enough sales to make the film a quick cult hit. Your mouth inexplicably waters at the sight of that masterpiece of craftsmanship. Jeez, you can already feel something hot stir in your gut. You close your eyes. [[You Deserve A Sexy Break]] [[Ignore]]

Maybe it’s the leftover hormones from the saucy dreams you had the night before. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been without a partner for, wow, over two years now? Whatever it is, the sight of the wolfman’s snarl, cock bobbing between his powerful, hairy thighs, has your brain on a one track thought. The destination? Inside your pants. (if:$vjack > 0)[By the time you kick off your pants, there’s a dark stain forming on the thin cotton of your panties. Already soaking wet — you ignore what that must say about you — you press the meat of your palm on the cloth over your swollen clit. Sighing, you roll your palm down the length of your slit, spreading your legs to give you more room. On screen the wolfman snarls, having found its new prey. Your mind, half-listening, fills in the blanks; you are the wolfman’s next victim. Driven by the scent of your dripping cunt, he chases you through the woods. You imagine yourself tripping over the roots of trees as you run from him. Panting desperately as you push yourself to run harder, faster—! It's not enough, not for a man as agile as he is.](if:$pjack > 0)[By the time you kick off your pants, there's a dark stain forming on the thin cotton of your underwear. Already soaking wet — you ignore what that must say about you — you press the meat of your palm on the cloth over the swell of your cock. Sighing, you roll your palm down the length of it, spreading your legs to give you more room. On screen the wolfman snarls, having found its new prey. Your mind, half-listening, fills in the blanks; you are the wolfman’s next victim. Driven by the scent of your weeping prick, he chases you through the woods. You imagine yourself tripping over the roots of trees as you run from him. Panting desperately as you push yourself to run harder, faster—! It’s not enough, not for a man as agile as he is.] [[He pins you]]

Wow, okay, easy there, tiger. Pushing down whatever line of thought that little stroke of heat came from, you blink slowly. You turned on your TV to watch a movie, not get a little self-love in before the rest of your chores. Have some respect for fine cinema, damn! Pulling a pillow over your lap, you watch the rest of the movie, trying to focus on the gore and not the hot twisting in your gut. [[Turn Off TV]]

You turn off the television. It’s almost dark now. Sunset is at four o’clock, and you’re well on your way past it at this point. Looks like you’re in for the night. Guess you’ll be making a video of the foreclosed house in your neighborhood. Maybe you can call it, “Murder House on Halloween!” You’ll make it up to your viewers some other time. [[End]]

You’ve always wanted to watch this movie, just never had the time. Not until now. You let yourself relax into your comfy couch and watch the high schooler continue on, oblivious to the killer following behind him. The effects are good. Your eyes are drawn to the creature, the way it twists and bends in ways no human can. Apparently it lurks in every scene, like some demonic //Where’s Waldo,// but with much higher stakes. The thought of someone following you, stalking just outside your line of vision, reminds you of your dream. Suddenly, you find yourself wondering what you’d do if you were in that situation. Certainly, you wouldn’t be as dumb as these freshly legal teens. No, there’s no way you’d be like that. You’re smart and cunning and run your own spooky MeTube channel; you’d be able to outsmart the thing for sure. The creature on screen steps out into the light, revealing itself fully, sharp teeth in a delighted smirk as it towers over the boy. Something in your gut clenches in a way that isn’t just fear. [[No Use Denying It Twice]] [[Ignore]]

Nostalgia overwhelms you. How could you watch anything else? This is perfect! Lying back on the couch, you laugh as the main character — an overly masculine man with a macho name, Frank Jackson — stares as the abomination of pink flesh and dark slime oozing out of the unlucky victim. “My God,” you say in time with him. “That thing isn’t human anymore!” It’s so corny and //bad//. You cheeks hurt from grinning so much. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes, and you have to wipe them away before they spill over. Maybe this isn’t the best “scary” movie to watch on a night like Halloween, but fuck what everyone else says, right? You kind of feel for the creature. It was just trying to get some shut-eye in the Mariana Trench when some visiting marine biologists hauled it up and started running tests on it. You know //you’d// be pissed if someone ruined your sleep. Maybe you’d rend a ship’s mechanic in half, too. On-screen, the paranoia is already setting in amongst the crew. Pointing fingers and screaming at one another, no one notices the blood-coated tentacles reaching down from the air vent. One shoots down, wrapping around a woman’s throat, and squeezes. Others slip down and coil over her wrists and waist, squeezing tightly. She gasps, mouth open and wet. Not quite unlike your dream. You flush, remembering the shadowy tendrils curling around your waist and stomach. The physical weight of them on your throat... [[Make Up For Lost Time]] [[Ignore]]

Alright, this is a thing. You knew your tastes kind of bordered on the far end of vanilla to start, but you guess monstrous, flesh-eating beings that go parading about as freaky clowns is enough to get your motor going too. What would you even blame the attraction on, anyway? Your love for McDonalds? It’s got to be your lack of a partner. Yeah. That’s got to be it. (if:$vjack > 0)[Apparently, your pussy doesn’t have the same moral dilemma as your brain. By the time you shove your pants down and get a hand inside your panties, it’s already leaking a steady stream of slick. The clown creature in the movie grabs the boy, mouth splitting open wide to show off an array of long, terrible teeth. In an instant your mind replaces the boy with you as you are now. Shivering, aroused and slightly terrified. The monster smiles at you with its deformed mouth. It feeds off emotion after all, and though what you feel might not be its main diet, you’re making plenty of it. It speaks to you in a voice dissimilar and similar to human speech. “What do we have here?” A hand cups your cheek and you flinch, both in fantasy and reality. You curl your finger around your clit, circling after a moment. Normally, you’re a little rough, but now, you do it light, teasingly. The same way it would with its long, spindly fingers.](if:$pjack > 0)[Apparently, your cock doesn’t have the same moral dilemma as your brain. By the time you shove your pants down and get a hand inside your underwear, it’s already standing at attention like a good little horny soldier. It twitches when you brush your fingers along the base. The clown creature in the movie grabs the boy, mouth splitting open wide to show off an array of long, terrible teeth. In an instant your mind replaces the boy with you as you are now. Shivering, aroused and slightly terrified. The monster smiles at you with its deformed mouth. It feeds off emotion after all, and though what you feel might not be its main diet, you’re making plenty of it. It speaks to you in a voice dissimilar and similar to human speech. “What do we have here?” A hand cups your cheek and you flinch, both in fantasy and reality. You curl your hand around your cock, starting with one hesitant stroke up. Normally, you're a little rough, but now, you do it light, teasingly. The same way it would with its long, spindly fingers.] [[the things you do for a vlog]]

Okay, before you start psychoanalyzing yourself for getting turned on because a few tentacles, there’s that whole subgenre in anime. It’s like, one of the most common kinks out there. You’re practically vanilla for strange fetishes. … Yeah, no, it’s totally hot. You’re already reaching up to grab at your throat to give it a light, exploratory squeeze. (if:$vjack > 0)[It’s not hard to imagine it. You have the movie and your dream from the night before fueling it. The hand on your throat squeezes harder, just enough to where you have to strain to get a deep enough breath. Spreading your legs wide apart, you unbuckle your pants and slide your hand under the waistband to your panties. Your fingers attack your clit, rubbing as you wheeze out a soft gasp. The touch of the shadowy tendrils in your dream are still fresh in the front of your mind. The way they felt, smooth and light, but firm and unyielding, over your skin. Stretching your legs further apart, you try and replicate the position they held you in, but your body shakes under the strain. You’re finding it harder and harder to breathe now, especially with how hard your body has to work. A mewl escapes you. Smiling, you push the lips of your cunt apart to trace around your leaking hole. How many would be able to fit inside you? You know the dimensions of the tentacles of the creature in the movie by heart. One, maybe two, with how thick they are. The image of you, mouth, cunt, and ass stuffed with tentacles comes suddenly. Hand forming a tight band around your neck, you choke on nothing.](if:$pjack > 0)[It’s not hard to imagine it. You have the movie and your dream from the night before fueling it. The hand on your throat squeezes harder, just enough to where you have to strain to get a deep enough breath. Spreading your legs wide apart, you unbuckle your pants, and slide your hand under the waistband to your underwear. Your fingers find the base of your cock and squeeze as you wheeze out a soft gasp. The touch of the shadowy tendrils in your dream are still fresh in the front of your mind. The way they felt, smooth and light, but firm and unyielding, over your skin. Stretching your legs further apart, you try and replicate the position they held you in, but your body shakes under the strain. You’re finding it harder and harder to breathe now, especially with how hard your body has to work. A mewl escapes you. Smiling, you push your underwear down far enough to expose your leaking cock. How many would be able to fit inside you? You know the dimensions of the tentacles of the creature in the movie by heart. One, maybe two, with how thick they are. The image of you, mouth, ass, maybe even your dick stuffed with tentacles comes suddenly. Hand forming a tight band around your neck, you choke on nothing.] [[you rub yourself harder]]

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A soft ding. Your email icon lights up to 1001. What’s the bet it’s a new hate message? About a million. You refresh your email and see the new one at the top. The preview reads, //“Jack, I am contacting you as a fellow urban explorer…”// [[Open the Email]] [[Ignore It]] <audio src="https://gamesounds.yolasite.com/resources/Gmail%20New%20Mail.mp3" autoplay>

A ding. There it is, the responding email. //Jack, The forest and bog are relatively peaceful. The only thing you’d really need are decent walking shoes and a flashlight. -A dear fan.// [[Gear Up]] [[Ignore It]] <audio src="https://gamesounds.yolasite.com/resources/Gmail%20New%20Mail.mp3" autoplay>

(if:$vjack > 0)[You struggle, digging your fingers into the dirt, but the wolfman presses down harder on your back. As you think of his claws rending apart your jeans and your underwear, you slip your fingers beneath the ones you’re wearing to tease your throbbing clit. A whine leaves your mouth. Desperate as you are, the smell of your arousal would make the creature’s hard, red cock throb with anticipation. He’d lick you open, pausing to listen to you mewl and gasp. You’d writhe against the dirt, sensitive from the touch of his big, hot tongue. You rub your clit to the thought, slick and pink and already so sensitive. Your other hand trails down, teasing your dripping hole. Your fantasy continues. The wolfman is impatient, thrusting into your cunt without preparation. You cry out in time with your fantasy, your own fingers pushing into your tight hole. He’s big, you know, and, along with the rest of his transformation, now has a knotted dick to match. It pushes you apart, spreading you wide. You finger yourself with no rhythm, chasing the overwhelming feeling of too much too soon. You imagine the wolfman, unaware of his own strength, claws digging into your arms, cutting up your skin. You come like a slap to the face, groaning, clenching down hard on your fingers. It leaves you breathless, panting on the couch, dripping from your pussy. The sound of the television is distant in your ears. Shit. You’re not going to be able to bag on furries anymore after this.](if:$pjack > 0)[You struggle, digging your fingers into the dirt, but the wolfman presses down harder on your back. As you think of his claws rending apart your jeans and your underwear, you slip your fingers beneath the ones you’re wearing to tease the wet head of your prick. A whine leaves your mouth. Desperate as you are, the smell of your arousal would make the creature’s hard, red cock throb with anticipation. He’d lick you open, pausing to listen to you mewl and gasp. You’d writhe against the dirt, sensitive from the touch of his big, hot tongue. You take yourself in your own hand, wincing at the friction of your dry palm. It’s hard to care with how aroused you are, balls tight and heavy. The other hand reaches down to prod lightly at your taint. Your fantasy continues. The wolfman is impatient, thrusting into your ass without preparation. You cry out in time with your fantasy, your own finger pushing into your tight hole. He’s big, you know, and, along with the rest of his transformation, now has a knotted dick to match. It pushes you apart, spreading you wide. You finger yourself with no rhythm, chasing the overwhelming feeling of too much too soon. You imagine the wolfman, unaware of his own strength, claws digging into your arms, cutting up your skin. You come like a slap to the face, groaning, clenching down hard on your finger. Cum shoots from your cock and paints your shirt and a bit of your chin. It leaves you breathless, panting on the couch. The sound of the television is distant in your ears. Shit. You’re not going to be able to bag on furries anymore after this.] That's enough television for one day. [[Turn Off TV]]

(if:$vjack > 0)[You wandered too far into its territory and now it wants to feed off your arousal. Its long fingers have pulled away your pants and panties long ago, discarding them on the dusty floor. You gasp lightly when one of those fingers pushes deep inside your wet cunt. A moan falls from your lips as you push your own finger inside, slow and torturous, frowning when it doesn’t stretch far enough. In your fantasy, it withdraws its finger, sucking on the slick. It smiles wider and then it shakes violently. Two arms erupt from its back and take hold of you, lifting you higher. Its other arms grab your ankles and hold you apart. Smirking up at you, it holds you directly above its face and hungrily laps at you with its tongue. You cry out at the brush of its wet tongue as your own slick-soaked second finger forces its way inside your aching cunt. It’s so hungry; you interrupted its meal, so your juice is all it can have now. There is no respite. No adjustment. It holds you still as you squirm on its long tongue licking up every drop. No matter how much you struggle it keeps your legs spread, and like that, you come. You clench around your two fingers. Your thumb — that you had brought up a while ago to rub and tease your clit — continues to rub the over sensitive skin. Pushing past the initial discomfort, you bask in the afterglow of your high, working yourself to the edge nearly a second time. It takes a few minutes for your breathing to return to normal. Your pussy aches around your two fingers, your inner walls raw and tender. Finally, you pull out your fingers just as the credits begin to roll. Did you really just come to the thought of a clown eating you out?](if:$pjack > 0)[You wandered too far into its territory and now it wants to feed off your arousal. Its long fingers have pulled away your pants and underwear long ago, discarding them on the dusty floor. You gasp lightly when its long fingers wrap around your dick. A moan falls from your lips as you squeeze your prick, slow and torturous, frowning when it doesn’t feel as cold and clammy as the monster's would. Precum dribbles from the head of your cock onto your hand. Onto its hand. In your fantasy, it withdraws its hand to lick away the droplets. It smiles wider and then it shakes violently. Two arms erupt from its back and take hold of you, lifting you higher. Its other arms grab your ankles and hold you apart. Smirking up at you, it holds you directly above its face and hungrily laps at your asshole with its tongue. You cry out at the brush of its wet tongue as your own hand moves faster to keep pace. It’s so hungry; you interrupted its meal, so your cum is all it can have now. There is no respite. No adjustment. It holds you still as you squirm on its long tongue licking up every drop. No matter how much you struggle it keeps your legs spread, and like that, you come. You cover your stomach in ropes of white. Your thumb — that you had brought up a while ago to rub and tease the slit on your cockhead — continues to rub the over sensitive skin. Pushing past the initial discomfort, you bask in the afterglow of your high, working yourself to the edge nearly a second time. It takes a few minutes for your breathing to return to normal. Your cock aches in your hand, rubbed raw from the dry friction. Finally, after another long minute, you drop your hand just as the credits begin to roll. Did you really just come to the thought of a clown eating you out?] That's enough TV for you [[Turn Off TV]]

(if:#vjack > 0)[Suspended and held apart, fully on display for a creature so inhuman, that is a fantasy you adore. Helpless and vulnerable, you would be nothing but completely and totally fucked, wouldn’t you? Maybe the monster would call out to others to use you. Curious tendrils sliding over your skin, your tits and nipples, leaving a little wake of slime as they go. Your own cunt clenches down on nothing. You’d add a finger, but the edges of your vision are starting to go hazy and black. The hand on your throat loosens and you suck in a deep breath. It hurts. You cough and buck your hips up against your finger and it’s enough to make your eyes roll back in your head. Dazed you think, almost hysterical, maybe it’s time to find a toy that resembles the creature. Then you could really feel it inside you, its slick, alien limbs spreading you open. Like that, you come with a light moan. Curling onto your side, you press your fingers down hard against your sopping cunt, marveling at the way your muscles tense and relax. You have to take a second to remember how to breathe again. Limp and loose on the couch, you uncurl and let your legs fall off the end. You close your eyes and laugh to yourself.](if:$pjack > 0)[Suspended and held apart, fully on display for a creature so inhuman, that is a fantasy you adore. Helpless and vulnerable, you would be nothing but completely and totally fucked, wouldn’t you? Maybe the monster would call out to others to use you. Curious tendrils sliding over your skin, your tits and nipples, leaving a little wake of slime as they go. Your ass clenches down on nothing. You’d add a finger, but the edges of your vision are starting to go hazy and black. The hand on your throat loosens and you suck in a deep breath. It hurts. You cough and buck your hips up and it’s enough to make your eyes roll back in your head. Dazed you think, almost hysterical, maybe it’s time to find a toy that resembles the creature. Then you could really feel it inside you, its slick, alien limbs spreading you open. Like that, you come with a light moan. Curling onto your side, you press the palm of your free hand down hard against your navel, marveling at the way your muscles tense and relax. You have to take a second to remember how to breathe again. Limp and loose on the couch, you uncurl and let your legs fall off the end. You close your eyes and laugh to yourself.] You’re definitely never going to be able to watch this movie again without thinking about this. [[Turn Off TV]]