Happy Halloween y'all! I hope you're in the mood for a truly massive story because hoo boy this one got away from me lol. Final word count is upwards of like 18,000 and I definitely didn't plan that. But then again I never do. Hopefully everyone's in the mood for a whole lot of build up and my pathetic attempts at writing scary scenes! And some kinky werewolf sex to cap it all off lol
“Trick or Treat!”
“Oh I'm so sorry dearies, we don't celebrate pagan holidays! But how about instead of candy I give you something even better?!”
“Like what?”
“Are these papers from a fortune cookie?”
“What's a 'psalm'?”
“I don't understand what's going on...”
Watching the entire shitshow from the living room Fiona could only shake her head and sigh as her mother once again handed out Bible verses too poor unsuspecting children. They'd only had a couple of groups stop by since the sun started to set and Fiona had bounced wildly back and forth between amusement and irritation every single time. It was hard not to find a little bit of humor in watching so many kids go from excitement to confusion then disappointment over the span of a few seconds. But at the same time her ma's sanctimonious little smile and the sheer gall that was deliberately leaving the porch light on to lure in as many kids as possible never failed to irk her. Especially after each group departed and her mother shut the door.
“With any luck they'll be saved from this sinful path before next Halloween comes around!”
“Yeah I'm sure they'll all repent after reading a few scraps of paper handed out by some nutjob.” fiona muttered.
“What was that?!” Her mother snapped, “You've got something to say young lady?”
“Nothing at all.”
Deliberately not looking at her mother and fighting the urge to smile as she did Fiona basked in the ire radiating from the entryway even before her ma folded her arms. And when she let out a frustrated little huff Fiona very nearly cracked. Even without looking at her mother she knew what she was sighing so dramatically. And if she was being perfectly honest with herself it was a good half of why she'd even done it in the first place.
Fiona hadn't much enjoyed the screaming match that'd ensued when she first walked through the door sporting jet black hair, heavy mascara, and matching lipstick alongside a whole closet's worth of similarly dark and dour clothing. But in the months since she'd truly come to revel in how much her mother absolutely hated everything about Fiona's new style. And since she'd gone through the trouble of donating all her old 'proper' clothes before changing her entire wardrobe into the most goth look imaginable there wasn't a damn thing her ma could do. Not without further shaming herself and her family by forcing her daughter to traipse around naked or dressed in her underwear. Though sometimes it honestly seemed like she'd prefer that to all the lace and makeup and flowing black clothes straight from the depths of her Satanic Panic fueled nightmares.
Of course the fun was over as soon as her father came back from his yearly trip back home to Ireland but Fiona still had a few more days left to enjoy herself. And spend time with all the friends she'd made diving headfirst into her new look. Though she couldn't exactly walk out the front door to join the 'devil worshiping heathens' she liked to hang out with. Especially not on Halloween, her mother was already on high alert as it was. Hell even just standing up, dressed the way she was dressed, made her whip around so fast it was a miracle she didn't break her neck on the spot.
“Where are you going?!”
“Upstairs? I'm assuming I can still do that?”
“Why?”
“To read my Bible and reflect on my sinful ways.” Fiona replied, walking out of the living room and towards the stairs.
The noisy thud of her boots muffled the sound of her snickering well enough but she made no effort to hide her amusement when her mother cut her off by the banister, “Don't even think about trying to sneak out!” She warned, “It's bad enough the entire town knows I let you dress... like this! I won't have them knowing I let you go gallivanting off with the other heathens for some kind of Black Mass!”
“I'm just going up to my room.” Fiona coolly replied. Barely glancing down at her mother as she spoke she stepped around her and ascended the stairs as noisily as possible.
She heard her mother take a breath, no doubt to start shouting, but the doorbell interrupted her inevitable tirade. And as soon as it was opened a fresh gaggle of converts shouted, “Trick or Treat!” without knowing what a tremendous mistake they'd made.
“Have fun saving the children of the town!”
The moment her bedroom door was shut Fiona made a beeline for closet. Knowing full well her mother was downstairs listening like her life depended on it she opened the creaky old door as slowly as possible. Then she carefully moved aside all the useless crap stored in the back, gently piling it all up into little towers and gradually revealing the back right corner of the space. And once she could actually get to the loose bit of molding barely clinging to the wall she pried it off like a burglar trying not to trip an alarm.
The sound of the doorbell ringing and more kids shouting 'trick or treat' gave her an excuse to yank it away from the wall and reveal the little alcove she'd managed hollow out a while back. But more importantly she could snatch of the three weighty books her new friends had given her near the start of October. She didn't really believe in all the occult, witchcraft stuff they talked about but they were fun to read and fun to play around with. Especially when it meant sneaking out late at night and quietly spitting in her parent's faces. Hell just having stuff like that in their house made her smile every time she thought about it and running her hands across the worn leather covers sent a wry little laugh tumbling from her jet black lips.
Only for her mother's unpleasantly shrill voice to wipe away any delight as she shrieked up the stairs, “Your da is calling!”
Pausing midway through trying to stash everything away Fiona let out a groan and shouted back, “I'll be down in a minute!”
Half convinced her mother had called him to try and distract her she stashed her books back in her secret alcove and put everything back. She emerged from her room just in time to be shouted out again as her mother stormed halfway up the stairs, cordless phone in hand. Fiona snatched it out of her fingers without so much as a word and returned to her room for more pointless small talk.
“How are you Fi?” He asked in a gruff, disinterested tone. Like he was running down a checklist of questions. With a simmering undercurrent of anger always present in everything he said when he wasn't talking about football.
“Fine.” She replied, her voice flat and completely monotone as she stretched out across her bed and stared up at the ceiling.
“How's college?”
“Fine.”
“How's your ma?”
“How should I know?”
“Watch your mouth, I won't tolerate any backtalk no matter how far away you are!”
“She's fine. Same as always.”
“Are you doing your chores round the house?”
“Yes.”
“Still going to Mass on Sundays?”
Fighting back a snicker as she recalled the scandalized looks everyone at church had given her the last time she showed her face there Fiona simply replied, “Yes.” Though she knew that lie would come back to haunt her when her father came home. Or when her mother finally told him about what'd happened while he was gone. Whichever came first. “Never miss it.”
“Don't sass me young lady.” He growled. She could practically see his ever present scowl deepening as he spoke. “How's Father Flanagan?”
“He's still a priest.”
Her da sighed and she could hear the anger well up, “What'd I tell you about talking back to me?!”
Immediately launching into another one of his mouth frothing, borderline religiously fueled tirades her father absolutely went off on her. Ranting and raving about all the same things he always shouted about he didn't even seem to pause for breath. He certainly didn't let Fiona say so much as a single word as she laid on her bed grinning to herself and fighting the urge to laugh. At once point she even set the phone down on the pillow next to her and sat up, his ranting still clear as day. She could even hear him clear as day after she slid off the bed and returned to her closet. But in case he decided to actually ask her a question instead of reiterating what a failure she was Fiona brought the phone with her. Although she didn't hold on to it for long as she started moving boxes and decorations and everything else arbitrarily stored in her room aside. Fiona just had to make sure her father didn't catch on to what she was doing.
Luckily he seemed entirely too busy going off to think about anything else. Which meant when he was done with her he'd definitely give her mother an earful too. Which would inevitably turn into both of them complaining about her together as they made more idiotic plans to 'fix' her. And that was the best chance she'd get to sneak out. Of course that meant she had to get everything read beforehand so neither of her idiot parents could rope her into their bullshit. Though she did have to take a bit of a risk as she grabbed all her occult stuff and packed it into her cool leather bag.
“I hear you da.” She stated, answering the first question he'd asked in several minutes as she opened the door and looked up and down the hall. “It's kinda hard not to!”
Just about popping a blood vessel at that her father took a deep breath before launching into an even more vehement tirade. All the while Fiona dashed into the bathroom at the end of the hall and frantically stuffed her bag into cabinet under the sink. As soon as it was out of sight she hurried back into the hall and downstairs, pretending to listen while her da worked himself into a real titter. One her ma couldn't help but respond to as she heard his shouting and poked her nose into their business without a moment's hesitation. Even going as far as craning her neck and leaning around the corner before Fiona could even reach the living.
“What've you done now?!” She demanded, “You know your da has enough troubles as it is!” Stomping over as she spoke she snatched the phone out of Fiona's hands before her father could even react and brought it up to her ear, “What're you shouting about now?!”
In an instant both she and her father were screaming at one another, somehow both opposed and on the same side like always. “I need to take a shite.” Fiona announced, turning away from her parents and walking off. Although she did pause long enough to glance back when she heard the doorbell ring, partly because she just couldn't help herself. “Those poor fucking kids.”
Climbing out a window barely the width of her shoulders might not have been an issue if she was a total plank of wood like her mother. But thanks to both her grandmothers Fiona wasn't anywhere near tiny enough to just slip out. Just squeezing her tits through felt like she'd put her chest in a vice, even with a corset on, and squeezing her enormous ass through after that seemed all but impossible. A lesser delinquent might've given up after turning themselves into Winnie the Pooh with the second floor bathroom window but Fiona wasn't about to quit. She'd already wasted enough time dealing with her father and she sure as hell wasn't gonna miss a chance to see all the wild stuff her friends had planned for Halloween. Just the fact that they wanted her to meet them in an actual cemetery was wild enough to keep her almost singlemindedly fixated on getting out. Which meant wriggling and squirming and holding on the drain pipe for dear life as she pulled her ass through the window. And by some, unknown miracle it actually managed to hold her weight as she scrambled down it.
“I can't believe those screws really worked!” She whispered, straightening and looking up at the pipe with a mixture of relief and amusement, “Best twenty dollars I ever spent!”
But she couldn't afford to linger for too long. The sun had already disappeared behind the horizon and night was falling fast. Her friends were almost certainly waiting for her and she didn't want to leave them hanging. Not again. Though she did slow down just a little bit on her trek through the backyard, just enough to glare at the bars covering her bedroom window. The last present her father had given her before leaving for Ireland yet again.
After that she scrambled over the wooden fence and down into the wooded creek just past the edge of her family's property. Though she could hear the sounds of children enjoying themselves all around her their laughter and screams were so wonderfully distant. There were a few well worn paths snaking through the woodlands along the edge of town but nobody was using them now. All the houses, and all the candy, was behind her as she set off in the exact opposite direction of her home. And with a good kilometer or so of forest between her and the cemetery Fiona would have plenty of time to be alone with her thoughts.
Not that she was complaining. A cool, comforting breeze swept through the trees every few seconds, carrying with it the smell of autumn and the rustle of what few leaves remained above. Branches creaked as trunks groaned against the wind in a chorus of sounds filling the air all around her. Only for it all to suddenly stop whenever the breeze died down and the forest was still. Suddenly she was left with nothing but the heavy thud of her boots and the occasional crack of twigs underfoot. Or the rustle of something skittering through the bushes nearby. Every once in a whole she was heard the almost solemn hoot of an owl above her head but no matter where she looked she couldn't see one. Nor much of anything but the moonlit forest stretching on and on. Though she knew it was only a few kilometers wide and barely a kilometer long it always felt like an entirely different world as she walked and walked and walked.
Climbing higher and higher into the almost cloudless night sky the moon cast ever longer shadows across the world around her. And with the sounds of children and parents fading away with every step it truly felt like she'd stepped into an entirely different place. Especially as the wind picked up again and the forest seemed to come alive around her once more. Leaves swirled through the air as they were carried off by the wind while the trees above seemed to bend and hunch over her. Their branches reaching out like so many crooked, gnarled fingers.
When the breeze died down again Fiona couldn't hear anything but her own footsteps broken by the soft beating of her heart and her own quiet breaths. The air was growing more chilly by the second and she could all but feel it biting at her skin. At anything and everything not covered by lace and leather ensemble. But it wasn't uncomfortable even as her pale cheeks darkened and her breath was swept away by the wind.
Indeed she was barely focusing on the temperature! Between navigating the undergrowth without ripping her clothes apart on every bramble bush or twisted branch and trying to keep up a decent pace Fiona was entirely distracted. So much so she barely paid any attention to creatures she sent fleeing all around her or the constant rustling of everything left in her wake. As the full, shining moon crept higher and higher into the sky her only concern was reaching her friends as quickly as possible. She hardly knew what sort of plans they had in mind but she knew she couldn't delay too much. Not If she wanted to summon a demon or commune with the dead or whatever other silliness they had in mind for Halloween night.
Yet as much as she tried to hurry along and focus on little else she couldn't help but notice the wind growing stronger. Whipping her hair about her face in an ever more distracting frenzy and bowing the trees around her amidst a cacophony of creaks and groans. Sometimes the dry, leafless branches snapped clean off and tumbled to the ground beside her, the sharp crack sending a little jolt of surprise through her body.
And the wind seemed to persist much, much longer too. What'd once been little currents sweeping through the forest and stopping moments after they'd slowly turned into long, billowing gusts that all but seemed to push her along. Or push her away. Pressing at her back as much as her front it tried to move her all about as Fiona simply lowered her head and focused on the ground beneath her. With one hand on her bag and the other holding her hair out of her face she could scarcely fend off the branches reaching out with greater insistence. Their twisted contours scraping at her shoulders while the undergrowth tugged at her legs.
Even when the wind died down again the endless drone of trees groaning and shifting around her never seemed to quiet. She couldn't hear anything but the rustle of the bushes and brambles all around her, not even the sound of her own footsteps. But somehow the cacophony wasn't quite as deafening as she felt. Instead it was like a constant ebb and flow. A sweeping barrage of sounds from every direction waxing and waning like the moon. At it's height she felt swept along by the gusts. All at once harrowed at every turn and guided further while she did her best to simply push through. At it's low the forest all around her seemed to be recovering from the winds and settling into whatever new form it'd been bent and twisted into. The trees grew ever more hunched and their branches ever more crooked. The undergrowth ever more restless as things stirred behind the leaves.
“It shouldn't be too much further.” Fiona told herself. Her words almost seemed like a trespass on the sounds already filling the air and sweeping through the forest. They were carried off as soon as she spoken them even without the wind to steal them and the loud, almost indignant hoot of an owl somewhere above seemed to answer her remark. “I really should've left sooner! I can't believe my—”
Her words were cut short by the mournful howl of a wolf in the distance. But it wasn't nearly far enough for her comfort. She'd never actually heard a wolf howling at the moon before. Folks had often said wolves lived in the forests surrounding the town but Fiona had never come across one. Everyone had always said they didn't stray too close to civilization. A claim she'd simply believed without question.
Then another howl rent the stillness, whether responding to the first or challenging it Fiona couldn't say. Nor did she want to know, “Goddammit.” She whispered, “Why now?”
Though she tried her best to remain calm, and remind herself that wolves didn't hunt people, her mind couldn't quite reach her body. As another howl filled the night and the wind picked up yet again she couldn't quite control her growing fears. She'd all but ignored them before, entirely unconcerned by the breeze and the forest rustling around her as she walked. But the longer she remained in what felt like the heart of the woods the harder it was to shake those innate, primal feelings. Those instinctive reactions and animalistic urges that sent her eyes darting about at the slightest sign of movement. Be it the leaves carried on the wind or the empty, twisting branches shifting above her. Even the few scattered clouds drifting across the sky seemed to cry out for her attention when they drifted across the moon and shrouded the world around her in even deeper shadow.
Slowing down to a crawl as the darkness seemed to engulf her for a moment Fiona could only shuffle forward with a hand outstretched, squinting into the gloom and hoping she'd remained on the path she'd taken every other time she'd snuck out. The winds died down again as she gingerly put one foot in front of the other and held her breath without knowing. And in the stillness that settled upon the world she heard another howl. One far, far closer than the last. But it ended before she could so much as stiffen in fear and she was left paralyzed by uncertainty and awash in nothing but the sound of her madly pounding heart.
“Wolves don't attack people. They don't hung people. Their afraid of people. They're not going to attack me.” Another howl rent the night and it seemed closer than ever, “Wolves don't attack people. Wolves don't attack people. Wolves don't attack people. Wolves don't—”
Somewhere on the branches above an owl hooted and Fiona nearly leapt out of her skin. Her shriek pierced the sill night and echoed through the empty forest for what felt like kilometers. Like she'd stumbled into some deep, dark cave without even realizing it. Indeed her cry hadn't even faded before she let out another, far quieter whimper.
Desperately clutching her book bag against her chest, clinging to it like a shield as much as a weapon, she spun about like a madwoman. But the darkness around her revealed no secrets and she heard nothing but the ragged gasp of her every labored breath. But alongside the mad pounding of her heart it was almost deafening. Too much for her to bear for long and far more than Fiona ever expected to encounter. Yet no matter how much she turned her head or how quickly she turned towards every last sound, imagined or real, she was met with the same nothingness. Only the vaguest of shapes and silhouettes barely given form by the meager light spilling through the clouds above. And she could've sworn she heard something approaching. Something moving with a deliberate step through the undergrowth.
Dried twigs and fallen branches cracked underfoot but she wasn't moving. She hadn't moved from that same spot for what must've been hours. At some point she'd even stopped turning round and round to try and see something. Fiona just stared unblinkingly into the void as her eyes darted from every perceived shadow to the next. Even turning her head felt like too great a motion. Like it would surely draw even more attention to herself. If only she could control her frantic breathing or the frantically uncontrollable beating of her heart...
Had she been able to move her head she might've noticed the clouds above her shifting once again. But as another cold wind swept through the forest and she was overwhelmed by the cacophony of creaks and groans and rustling all around her Fiona couldn't think of the moon. Nor even her friends still waiting for her. She only thought of escaping whatever was approaching in the darkness. Because even amidst all the sounds of the woods and the gale sweeping through them she still heard those horribly persistent steps drawing closer. Growing heavier and heavier with every passing second as she remained frozen in place. Then the clouds shrouding the moon shifted and a few beams of light pierced the forest around her, the footfalls stopping just as suddenly as they'd started. Another howl shattered the night before she could so much as breathe a sigh of relief. And any relief she might've felt disappeared in an instant as dread curled around her heart like a cold, gnarled hand.
Something was nearby. Something was watching her directly. She could feel it's eyes upon her as surely as she felt her blood turn to ice. Yet somehow she still had enough strength to shakily cry out, “I-Is someone there?”
Nothing answered her and she couldn't even say if she was glad or more frightened. The clouds drifted even further across the heavens and a few more beams of moonlight fell upon the earth. But the eyes watching her hadn't shifted. Hadn't blinked or retreated. She still felt them fixed on her as she stood like a statue in the heart of the forest.
Every moment felt like an eternity and every breath felt like the last she might ever take. A final mercy before something leapt out of the darkness and attacked her. Whatever was stalking her hadn't moved so much as an inch. It hadn't taken even a single step since coming to a stop. Like so many beasts moments before they pounced. And all the while she felt it's gaze boring through her very soul from somewhere behind her. Somewhere in the direction of her home. She'd have to run past it, through it, if she ever wanted to see her house again. But she knew she couldn't make it back no matter how quickly she ran. There was no outrunning a wolf. Or whatever else might be staring so intently at her. Maybe she could flee towards the cemetery and find her friends—
Another howl shattered her thoughts and sent adrenaline flooding her senses. It wasn't as close as whatever was watching her. But it was closer than the last she'd heard. There were two of them. Maybe even more! Maybe even an entire pack! She couldn't stay there any longer. She was as good as dead if she didn't start moving. That much Fiona could say for certain. And yet knowing that was so far beyond enough to will her legs into motion she could only stew in her fears. Let them consume her more and more while another howl rang out in the night. It was closer than ever.
And like a fool she couldn't help but slowly turn her head to look at the wolves behind her. As if seeing her death coming would make it easier to face. She couldn't move her legs so much as a centimeter but she had no trouble at all glancing back over her shoulder at the darkness enveloping the forest. No moonlight seemed to fall of the woodlands behind her. No light was left to illuminate whatever lurked just beyond her sight. But still she felt it's presence looming in the shadow.
Yet before she could so much as draw a single, ragged breath something shifted. The murky gloom all around her seemed to coalesce into a shape and she heard a heavy footstep. Fiona spun towards the entity and gasped, clinging to her bag with everything she had. Then a single, thin strand of moonlight broke through the clouds and all composure left her body.
Reflected in the light a pair of eyes stared into her own. Absent anything else but that single flash of unmistakable presence. And that was the last thing Fiona saw before her bag tumbled from her shaking hands. Before she turned away with a terrified whimper and sprinted into the woods as fast as her trembling legs could carry her. She didn't know where she was going. She couldn't see anything ahead of her. She just ran. She just ran and ran and ran, flailing her arms in front of her face and clawing at anything that might block her path. Stumbling and staggering through bushes and brambles and everything along the forest floor she didn't slow down for even a moment. Fiona couldn't slow down for even a moment. Not even as she tumbled over fallen logs or tripped across rocks hidden in the grass.
Every step might be her last and no matter how futile it was she barreled forward in a blind panic. She heard nothing but her own labored breath and frantic heartbeat. Thought nothing at all as instinct overwhelmed everything else. And felt nothing but cold, pounding adrenaline. Not the branches tearing at her clothes and clawing at her hair nor the sweat rolling down her skin. Fiona scarcely even knew if the wolves were pursuing her as she ran. But she knew they were hot on her heels no matter how fast she ran. That they were running down with ease, circling around her until she stumbled into their gnashing jaws entirely of her own accord.
Still she ran, unable to stop even as pain flared in her side and her legs turned to jelly beneath her. As she scrambled over anything in her path and clumsily batted away everything else. With only the vaguest hints of where she was going and what might be in her path she staggered around trees and stumbled down into gullys. She scrambled up hills and clawed at the very earth as if it might save her from the beasts hunting her down.
Sweeping at her back and buffeting her chest the wind pushed and pulled her more violently than ever as she fled through the woods. It never seemed to die down and it never seemed to blow in a single direction for long. As if she'd been caught in some unseen storm battering the forest and assailing her from every direction. It pushed and slowed her in equal measure regardless of what she did. Regardless of what the beats hounding her did. She heard another howl but it was lost to the gale so quickly she didn't know where the beast might've been. And another howl disappeared into the wind just as swiftly, flooding her mind with fear even before a third cry rang out. Before she felt the warmth of a breath at the nape of her neck.
“OH MY GOD!”
Screaming so loudly her throat seemed to tear Fiona threw herself forward, heedless of what might be in her path. She crashed through a thicket of brambles and rolled across the grass with her arms covering her face and her legs desperately kicking at anything around her. Desperately shrieking all the while.
But nothing pounced on her. Nothing leapt at her throat or tore at her flesh in a blood crazed frenzy of pain and animalistic want. Though she continued to flail in spite of that, kicking and scratching at the empty air and crying out like a feral beast all her own. Fiona didn't notice the pale orange glow she'd fallen into nor the neatly cut grass at her back as she rolled across the lawn. She only felt the adrenaline flooding through her veins and overtaking every coherent thought as she waited from the wolves to finally attack her.
An attack that never seemed to come. No matter how long her heart raced and her limbs flailed in an uncoordinated barrage of pure desperation. She heard neither howls nor footfalls and felt no heat except her own unbearably warm body. Even the wind seemed to have died down, returning to a simple breeze as light and unremarkable as it'd been when she first left home. As if the entire thing had simply been a maddening figment of her own imagination. Though she knew that couldn't possibly be the case. Even if she couldn't recall her own name amidst the flood of panic and terror still gripping her heart. It'd been as real as anything she'd ever known and there was no denying it. Much as she would've loved to as her aching limbs finally dropped to the earth at her sides.
Ending just as suddenly as it'd started her nightmare was broken as she stared up at the starry night sky, the moon half hidden behind the familiar shape of a light towering overhead. The same lights all around the cemetery. Though it couldn't possibly calm her nerves something about seeing that familiar bit of civilization overwhelmed her with all the exhaustion her body had refused to accept. Like she was safe or out of danger or anything of the sort. But that couldn't possibly be true. There was no way the wolves just stopped because she managed to reach the out edges of the cemetery. Nothing about that made any sense at all!
“They're still out there...” She groaned, gasping and panting harder than she had in years, “They're still out there... I'm not safe... I'm not safe... I've gotta find my friends...” Fiona pushed herself up as much as she could and looked out at the forest just beyond, “I've gotta find them... I've gotta find them before those fucking wolves get me!”
With her eyes still fixed on the shadowy forest looming just a meter away Fiona scrambled to her feet. Completely ignoring her ripped and ruined outfit, and barely even feeling the scratches and welts dotting her freckled skin, she took a single step back. A slow, deliberate retreat away from whatever was surely waiting in the bushes. She might not be able to see it but there was no doubt in her mind something was still watching her from the darkness. So she took another step back. Then another. Then another after that.
Never taking her eyes off the undergrowth she moved further and further into the dim, flickering light of the bulb high overhead. The pale orange glow afforded almost no comfort at all but it was a constant, unwavering source of illumination. A far cry from the fickle moon endlessly shadowed by clouds somehow appearing in the cloudless sky,
When she finally tore her gaze away from the forest it was to look up at the heavens and watch as the moon was yet again shrouded in darkness. Plunging everything beyond her little ring of light into shadow once again. But when she dared to turn her head towards the cemetery proper she was at least a little relieved to see more lights gleaming in the darkness. Glowing in the murky fog rolling in from nowhere. It wasn't thick enough to completely shroud the tombstones and mausoleums stretching into the night but it left everything just a little bit more indistinct. The edges ever so slightly fuzzy and shifting. Especially as many of the lights struggled to stay on, their bulbs flickering and faltering even worse than the one she stood under. But it was still better than what she'd just left and if Fiona could find her friends she'd have nothing to worry about.
Of course that didn't make turning her back on the forest any easier. Even as she retreated all the way to the stone and wrought iron fence surrounding the cemetery. Feeling the cold, weather worn comfort of something so unyielding was a relief she couldn't bring herself to give up. No matter how easy it would've been to simply turn away from the wolves waiting to pounce and climb over like she'd done countless times before. Instead she foolishly put herself in even further danger as she timidly sidled along the wall step by step until she could find a gate to force open.
None of the groundskeepers ever bothered to lock the rusted old gates at the far edges of the cemetery and somehow breaking through one of them seemed like the safer option. As if she'd be less vulnerable. Deep down Fiona knew it was an absurd notion but as the fog rolling across the grounds deepened and the moon drifted in and out of shadow it was difficult to think clearly. Having the simple reassurance of something firm and entirely unbreakable, at least by wolves or her own bumbling fear, was too great a reassurance to simply give up. Despite the minutes she spent creeping along step by nervous step until stone finally gave way to cold, rusted metal and she had no other option. Though she still hesitated for a few more moments before finally turning around.
Rattling the bars and leaning against the warped metal frame Fiona made an awful din as it screeched and clattered beneath her assault. She filled the night with the unbearable wail of metal scraping against metal before her own, frantic cries joined the madness, “OPEN GODDAMMIT!”
There were no howls to send her blood running cold and no breath at her back to inspire even greater fear but still Fiona pulled at the gate with all her strength. Certain the beasts would fall upon her at any moment she pushed against it with everything she had, slamming her shoulder into it over and over heedless of how it tore at her lacy sleeves. And when the gate refused to yield she staggered backwards and kicked the lock with her heavy black boot.
A final screech ripped through the air as the metal buckled and the gate flung open. It slammed against the stone frame around it with a thunderous crash but Fiona didn't even have time to wince. She sprinted inside like her life depended on it and forced the gate shut with all her strength, looking out through the bars with a terrified intensity. There was still no sign of the beasts hunting her and yet she couldn't be relieved by that fact. Indeed it only left her even more worried as she stepped back from the gate and hoped the wolves wouldn't be smart enough to force their way through like she had. After she'd all but opened the door for them...
“I need to find my friends... I'll be safe once I find them... nothing's gonna attack us when were all together! Not even a pack of wolves!”
Unsure if she even believed those words Fiona turned away from the gate only to turn right back around and push against it one more time. Just to make sure nothing was getting through without some serious effort. But after that momentary delay she retreated from the edge of the cemetery and slowly made her way deeper inside. She didn't know exactly where her friends would be but it couldn't be that hard to find them. The entire cemetery was only the size of a few city blocks at most and none of her friends were anything close to quiet. Though she couldn't hear some much as an echo of them while she weaved between the tombstones.
Just the crunch of drying grass beneath her boots and the whistle of the wind sweeping through the stone monuments all around her. An ever thickening layer of fog crept along the ground, swirling about everything within the cemetery and bringing an even deeper chill into the already cold air. No matter how strong the breeze might've been the pale, unbroken mists all around her only seemed to grow with every moment she trespassed. Fiona could all but feel the weight of it against her skin before long. Feel the dampness seeping into her clothes and clinging to her skin.
She could still see the lights glowing in the distance and still make out the nearest tombstones as her pace naturally slowed but anything beyond a meter or so was entirely lost. Those pale orange bulbs seemed to float in the air without anything to support them, the lamp posts swallowed up by the fog and leaving those flickering lights to drift endlessly through a sea of gray. But much like the wall she'd leaned so heavily against outside the cemetery Fiona could at least rely on the lamps to navigate through what felt more and more like a maze of tombstones. And mausoleums appearing from out of the fog to loom overhead in silent judgment. But she could hardly stare at the lights for long as headstones and plaques constantly faded into view, blocking her path and forcing her to step around them. But her eyes always returned to the nearest light as she made her ay towards it. Even if there was hardly any comfort to be found in the hazy orange glow that suffused the fog directly beneath each weakly shining bulb.
If nothing else it was a reliable way to move deeper and deeper into the cemetery. Further away from the forest and hopefully closer to her friends. In spite of all the distractions in her path and all the constant staring up into the fog between. But as the tombstones gave way to more and more mausoleums and she still heard no sign of her friends Fiona couldn't help but start to worry. As much for her them as for herself, though it was hard not to be a little bit selfish after everything that'd happened in the forest. Especially as she was left alone with all her fears for minutes and minutes without so much as a hint of anything else.
She might've been surrounded by proof of civilization but she'd never felt more isolated. More lost and alone. All the rest of the world seemed to fade into nothingness past two meters at the very most. And while she should've been relieved by that isolation after the forest it started to weigh on her just as much as the terror she'd felt earlier.
Perhaps even a little bit more. If something was out there she wouldn't even know. Not until it was too close for her to do anything about it. There were no bushes or branches or twigs to alert her and no moon to shine light down upon her surroundings. Just the sickly orange glow of the lights dotted throughout the cemetery and leaving everything else plunged in a state of unbroken gray. Even the cold touch of the mausoleums she leaned against for support seemed to rebuke her with every moment she touched them. It was almost a relief to step away and emerge from between whatever tombs she'd been walking. Until she was standing in a stretch of emptiness with only a stone path beneath her feet to mark where she might've been. And of course the lights shining through the fog just dimly enough to always be seen when she—
“Oh my God!”
Her words were barely a whimper and yet they felt like a peal of thunder as she froze in place. All the blood drained from her cheeks and an icy chill gripped her heart. Something was standing in the fog, something massive.
Taller than any human she'd ever seen and nearly twice as wide as her it loomed just beyond the edges of what she could see. And just outside the glow of another light. She had no idea if it was facing her or if it'd heard her. But she knew it wasn't a wolf. It couldn't be. As surely as she knew it wasn't a human either. Even compared to the haziness of everything else lost in the fog it seemed strangely indistinct and ill defined. Bearing only the loosest resemblance to a humanoid figure. One all at once hulking and terrifying yet strangely lithe and sleek.
And it was moving. Not rushing towards her stalking in a slow predatory circle but... shifting. As if from one foot to the other. Like perhaps it was waiting for something. Fiona could only hope she wasn't what it waited for, though she couldn't find the strength to move regardless. She was utterly paralyzed by indecision and a profound, overwhelming fear. The sort that gripped her very soul and send chills throughout her body. Even drawing breath felt impossible as she stood barely two meters away from it without any hope of fleeing. If she even tried she'd run headlong into a tombstone within seconds and die before the thing could even reach her. Although it was hard to knew if that would be an altogether bad outcome...
But before she could do anything crazy like sprint off into the fog or run screaming at the creature like a madwoman another howl rang out. The same one she'd heard in the forest not so long ago. And it seemed to come from the forest, not the cemetery she'd unwittingly trapped herself in. Unfortunately for Fiona she didn't realize that until after she'd let out a terrified yelp. After she stumbled back into the light post she'd been standing under with a loud, echoed clatter.
The figure stiffened the moment she made so much as a peep. And in the time it took her to clap her hands over her mouth it rose to it's full height. Growing even taller as it turned towards her, bestial eyes reflecting the light above it. She heard it sniff the air like some great, bipedal dog and another whimper tumbled from her lips. Fiona couldn't hold it back no matter how hard she tried. Nor could she stop herself from whimpering as the creature took a step closer, still sniffing the air as it's eyes fixed on her with unnatural intensity. Never in her life had she needed to flee more. And never in her life had her legs failed her as completely as they did then.
Moving closer and closer with a slow, deliberate step the thing stepped out of the light and into the shadowy fog between the posts. And she could do nothing but cling to the metal pole at her back with one hand, the other desperately covering her mouth as she panted, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”
It never occurred to her to stay quiet. That the thing moving closer and closer through the fog might not know exactly where she was. Fiona was too frightened to think clearly. Too overwhelmed by a mindless terror. Her legs nearly buckled underneath her as her knees shook and slammed together, beads of sweat rolling down her face. Her heart felt like it was about to explode and her stomach was twisted into knots before the figure had even come into focus.
The indistinct edges of the hulking entity stalking closer to her slowly crystallized as it drew near. All that was hidden by the fog and the shadow faded away as it stepped into the ring of light Fiona was trapped within. Her eyes darted down to it's feet as they first passed that unspoken threshold. But she didn't see anything close to a human limb. Just a massive paw covered in shaggy brown fur and sporting terrifying sharp claws. Even in the dim glow of the streetlight above her those claws shone with a terrifying luster. As did it's thick, shaggy fur. But as her eyes tracked higher and she saw more of the thing, it's enormous legs rippling with frighteningly strong muscles even beneath the hair covering every inch of it, Fiona couldn't help but let out another whimper. A fresh wave of fear ripped through her body and in a fit of abject mania she turned away from the thing. Not just her head but her entire body.
Hurling herself away from the light with a frantic whimper she stumbled away from the creature as fast as her legs could carry her. She tripped over her feet and scrambled across the ground like a wild animal as the thing continued to sniff at the air and loom over her with it's awful presence. Even as she crawled across the stone and onto the grass Fiona could feel it bearing down on her like some great, unthinkable doom. It's very presence sending chills through her body and ice through her veins. But no matter how desperately she tried she could stand up and run properly. Her legs refused to support her for so much as a moment even as she heard another howl ring out in the night.
Tumbling forward without any thought to where she was going so long as it took her away from the creature Fiona crawled across the grass in a mindless frenzy. Tearing at the earth like some crazed fiend she pulled herself forward as much as her legs moved her and still the beast persisted. Still it effortlessly kept pace with her like she wasn't moving at all.
Even when her trembling hands found the lip of a stone mausoleum and she pulled herself along it, leaning heavily against her only support, Fiona couldn't hope to outpace the creature. She heard every last step it took and felt it's unwavering presence behind her. Heard it sniffing the air and letting out heavy breaths, like it was salivating at the chance to devour her. A thought that only pushed her forward despite how utterly hopeless her situation felt. Especially as another howl rent the night and the creature bearing down on her finally responded in kind.
It let out an earth shaking, bone rattling howl so deep and imposing Fiona could scarcely fathom what she was hearing. She felt it's power in her very soul and dropped to her knees with little more than a whimper as soon as she heard it. And after less than a moment of the torment she couldn't help but cover her ears and shut her eyes, curling up against the mausoleum in a state of mindless panic while the beast howled. While the beast roared. Yet for all her attempts to hide from the things call there was no avoiding it. No resisting the thunderous cacophony of that single, endless howl. Even the stone Fiona leaned so heavily against seemed to vibrate from the force of the roar. It shook harder and harder against her as she tried to support herself. So hard she was forced to push herself away and fall to the ground. The earth itself may have fumbled just as much as the mausoleum beside her but at least she could pull herself across it. Could crawl centimeter by centimeter away from the beast as it's howl seemed to overwhelm her like the very winds themselves.
But just as quickly as her 'escape' had started it came to a crashing end. After crawling across the grass hand over hand like she was scaling the side of a mountain Fiona touched something else. A coarse, hairy thing with wickedly curved claws digging into the earth she was so desperately clinging to. And she knew what it was before she'd even pulled her hand away. Before a terrified whimper could burst from her lips. Yet still she lifted her head to look up at the shadowy figure looming over her.
It's eyes gleamed in the foggy night, reflecting even the faintest hints of light around them as they stared unblinking down at her. The same eyes as the beast chasing her. Another howl rang out in the forests beyond the cemetery and for a moment neither beast seemed to react. The one behind her was horribly quiet while the one watching her continued to stare with a horrible intensity. Then it's eyes seemed to vanish as it's silhouette shifted. Fiona instinctively covered her ears before it could howl but it did nothing to stifle the boom of it's roar filling the air and ripping through the night as surely as her own body. And when the first creature joined in she could do nothing but cry out in terror, curling up into a ball at the feet of the second monster as she desperately hoped for a miracle. To wake up from the nightmare she suffered and find herself at home in her bed.
Of course nothing appeared to save her. Nobody emerged from the fog to drive away the beats about to rip her limb from limb. The beasts that shouldn't have even existed! Their deathly roars simply faded into a deafening silence as their gaze fell upon her once more. Even with her face covered and her mind absolutely racing with terrified thoughts she could sense them watching. Feel them looking at her body like the piece of meat sure was surely to become. Why they waited so long to pounce she couldn't say but Fiona treasured every moment she had left of her short, miserable life. She counted every second and waited for the end to come as their mere presence bore down on her like an oppressive force pushing all the air from her lungs.
Then the one behind her finally shifted. She heard it sniff the air once more and felt it's presence loom over her even more. Without even looking Fiona knew it was hunching over her defenseless body to feast. She could feel it's breath against her exposed skin, buffeting her back and shoulders as it moved closer and closer and closer. And when she finally felt it touch her she let out a truly desperate wail.
“OH FUCK1” She screamed, “OH FUCK I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE I DON'T WANT TO DIE I DON'T WANT TO DIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
A cold wet nose brushed against the nape of her neck, silencing her screams with a jolt of terror as her body stiffened. She couldn't even take a breath as she felt the beast move aside her hair with a flick of it's muzzle. Fiona could only curl into an even tighter ball, hugging herself and whimpering with every ragged breath she managed to suck in. All the while the second beast leaned in too. Bore down upon her just as slowly and just as deliberately as the first monster. It didn't sniff at her body and torment her with more uncertainty. Nor play with her like some enormous cat toying with a helpless mouse. Instead it reached out with frightfully human like hands to grab her arms and effortlessly pull them away from her face.
As easily as she might move a blade of grass the beast forced her arms apart as it lifted Fiona onto her feet. She scarcely had time to whimper before she was upright and all but face the thing. And by the time she'd let out a horrified gasp, her eyes downcast and half closed as she waited for the killing blow, it'd lifted her off her feet entirely. Holding her wrists together with a single hand and pinning them above her head as if she was being shackled in some dark, forgotten dungeon it held her aloft like she didn't weight anything. All while her legs dangled uselessly beneath her as any fight left in her disappeared the moment she felt the creature's strength. As soon as she realized it's unbelievable power and understood how truly fucked she was. Fiona could barely find the strength to cry out as her half closed eyes drifted across the rest of the thing's hulking frame as she slowly lifted her head to look into the eyes of the beast. Of the monster that would end her life.
Somehow even larger than she thought it completely dwarfed her by such an absurd degree she felt like a tiny little waif beside it. Like she was nothing at all in the face of it's raw strength. Just the unimaginable breadth of it's shoulders and broadness of it's chest left her entirely shocked. Nothing like it should ever be such an impossible size and yet she was face to face with it. Face to muzzle with the bestial creature watching her with dark, inscrutable eyes.
Because no matter how much it might've resembled a humanoid it's claws and fur and wolfish face betrayed what it really was. Even if it didn't make any sense. Even if Fiona struggled to believe what she was really seeing. The truth was undeniable and unmistakable.
“W-W-Werewolves don't exist...” She whimpered, her gaze captivated by the intensity of the beast staring so intently at her, “Th-They're not... they're n-not real...”
But her words didn't correct reality and remove the creature from existence. Instead they seemed to make it smile, it's muzzle twisting into a terrifying grin as if it understood what she'd said. It's unfathomable eyes sparkled with an unmistakable intelligence as it grinned at her but Fiona didn't feel any comfort by that knowledge. If anything she was all but convinced she'd simply imagined something that wasn't even there in some last ditch effort to hope for a better outcome. Especially as the werewolf rose to it's full, terrifying height and she was lifted nearly half a meter off the ground with ease. And the beast slowly leaned in like it was about to tear her throat out.
Squealing in terror and turning away she didn't even try to cover her neck or wriggle out of it's grasp, she just buried her face in her arm and waited for killing blow. For her life to end in an agonizing spray of blood as it bit into her flesh. And when it's nose brushed against her skin she let out what would surely be her final whimper.
Yet the beast didn't attack. Nor did the one behind her even as it stepped closer. Instead she was assailed by the heat of their breath and warmth of their bodies as they smelled her. As they seemed to smell every last part of her neck and shoulders, sniffing along her skin no matter how hard she trembled or squirmed. They didn't pay any mind to her whimpers nor did they seem to care about her tremors as they all but inhaled her scent. Fiona couldn't understand what they were doing, why they hadn't attacked her yet, and the longer they continued to investigate her the more fearful she grew. She didn't even realize she was holding in what she thought would be her last breath until she finally let it out in a sudden gust of panting and gasping. Her terror only continuing to grow even before their attention shifted away from her neck and face entirely.
When she instinctively inhaled, frantically sucking in a breath as their icy cold noses brushed against even more of her skin, she couldn't help but breathe in their acrid, musky scent. Fiona nearly gagged as their beastly odor clung to her throat and seemed to coat her very tongue. It was so thick and overpowering she could all but taste it even after she'd close her mouth. She barely even felt the werewolves snuffing at her with such intensity and endlessly drifting lower. Entirely lost in holding her breath and fighting through the revulsion of that hideous smell she refused to acknowledge anything else they might've done. Anything that might distract her from resisting that truly unbearable scent utterly clouding the air around her. But while the one behind her simply moved across her shoulders and down to the small of her back the one holding her aloft had far more to investigate. And no issues at all burying it's muzzle between her breasts as seemed to drink in the scent of her body. It all but buried it's entire face in her cleavage as it explored her without hesitation.
And of course the moment she felt it's wet, cold nose against her chest Fiona simply couldn't stop herself from gasping. She let out the breath she'd been trying so fiercely to hold mere seconds after she'd sucked it in and she took another without even thinking. Her body reacted before her mind had any chance of catching up and she was assaulted by that same musky odor all over again. It coated her mouth and filled her lungs with an almost cloying aroma she could scarcely fathom, her entire body shivering and her head spinning faster than she'd ever felt. Their scent was so thick, so powerful, Fiona could barely fathom what she was feeling.
All the revulsion cascading through her only seemed to grow as she tried and failed to not breathe in any more of their smell. But when every breath seemed so clogged with their musk she was hardly taking in any air at all she couldn't stop herself. Not without losing consciousness altogether! Although that seemed like an almost preferable fate to whatever was happening with the wolves. Whatever they were doing as their continued to sniff every last centimeter of her body.
The one behind her had moved beyond her back to explore the curves of her hips and even the contours of her ass. She could feel it's breath against her skin even through what remained of her clothes and any time it found a hole in her ripped ensemble Fiona let out a startled whimper. The heat of it's every breath clashed so fiercely with the chill of the air and the chill of it's nose she had no control over her own body. She recoiled from the beast as much as she seemed to lean towards it. All the while suffering the endless indignity of being pored over and examined like she was nothing more than a beast. As if she were a dog at the park being sniffed by other dogs! A feeling that only seemed to grow more apt with every passing moment as the one in front of her drifted lower too.
“O-Oh my God!” She gasped, inhaling another overbearing taste of their musk and shuddering in fits of uncontrollable revulsion as she did, “D-D-Don't do th-that!”
Unsurprisingly her words were wholly ignored as the beast drifted past her waist and between her worthlessly dangling legs. As soon as she felt it's breath against her thighs, much less her groin, Fiona pressed them together as tightly as she could. She'd never regretted her choice of clothing more than she did in those moments, the lacy fishnet leggings 'covering' her skin provided no protection at all from the beast. Even if they hadn't been ripped apart by her mad dash through the woods she would've felt every breath the creature took. Every moment of it's nose touching her skin.
And all the while she was still breathing in that hideous musk. Still awash in the bestial scent completely overwhelming her senses one by one. She could practically feel their stench on her skin as beads of sweat rolled down her body. As the very air around her seemed to grow hotter despite the chilly night.
Even worse than that she could feel herself adjusting to the hideous smell. No matter how hard she tried to remain utterly and wholeheartedly disgusted by it. Little by little, breath by ragged breath, she came to know their unbearable scent. To find it every so slightly less revolting as she was all but forced to endure it for so long. Or maybe she was simply distracted by the beasts sniffing at her most intimate places and probing between her legs like it was perfectly normal. As though she wasn't trying her absolute best to stop them from smelling every part of her.
But as the one behind her pressed it's nose between her thighs and up against her cheeks Fiona immediately let out a frantic whimper and lurched away from it. Inhaling even more of their musk and all but pressing the second beast's face into her groin as she recoiled. Only to immediately recoil that much harder as she felt it's cold nose and unbearably heady breath against her sex. Only for a split second before her body withdrew but even that was enough to leave her panting and gasping harder than ever. She didn't even know why she was suddenly breathing so hard. Maybe it was the terror she still felt, even if that terror was giving way to confusion and other much less comprehensible reactions, or maybe it was the pure shock of what she was suddenly enduring. Part of her still waited for them to attack and yet part of her almost knew they wouldn't. As surely as she knew constantly bathing in the musk of their hulking bodies was affecting her more than she understood. Though she still tried to resist all of it as best she could.
Sadly nothing she did seemed to matter in the slightest. Indeed she was only making it worse for herself as she writhed and squirmed against and between the werewolves. Every fruitless attempt at escaping one simply pushed her into the other. And every reflexive pull away from the other sent her back to the first. All while she panted and groaned and squirmed against the vice like grip of the beast holding her up, working herself into a greater and greater frenzy. And endlessly basking in the musk of both monsters without ever meaning to.
After barely a minute or two she hardly felt any revulsion at all. She knew she should be disgusted and could remember those feelings but they seemed oddly distant. Like they'd existed hours or even days earlier. Every breath was so flooded with the overbearing taste of their natural scent Fiona couldn't help but pant as she desperately tried to breathe normally. To inhale anything else as the beasts finally moved away from her groin.
Just in time for her to feel a strange, almost impossible to describe reaction as they did. After nearly growing accustomed to the constant ebb and flow of their cold, wet noses and unimaginably warm breath endlessly buffeting her skin she felt strangely,.. disappointed as they turned away. But that wasn't right. That couldn't possibly be right. There was no reason to be disappointed by such a thing! She should 've been relieved! She was relieved! Relieved that they'd left her alone and relieved that they'd surely be finished with whatever bizarre ritual they were conducting. Yet more than anything else Fiona was awash in a strange sort of longing she couldn't identity and refused to indulge. The same longing that'd slowly accompanied her adjustment to their musk. Maybe even caused by that bestial aroma utterly washing away her coherent thoughts.
“No!” She whimpered, shaking her head and practically forgetting about the beasts as she turned in on herself, “No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!”
Her final cry actually seemed to started the werewolves, both of them stiffening as her voice rang out in the night. In an instant her eyes were locked with the one holding her up but she could feel the other staring at her just as intently. Although that didn't stop her from slowly looking back at it like she was starring in her own personal horror movie. Yet as much as she might've tried to apply that comparison it was growing harder and harder to make it fit the way she wanted. Especially as the best in front of her let out a breath almost like a chuckle and she felt the warmth of it against her chest. Against her goosebump covered, unmistakably sensitive skin.
“What are you doing to me?” She whispered. Looking at both of the creatures in turn and trying her best not to shiver too hard, only to fail as she took another breath and tasted their feral scent so sweetly on her tongue, “What's happening to me?”
Neither of the beasts answered but they hardly needed to. Fiona knew what was happening to her. As much as she wanted to play dumb and as much as she wanted to hide away from the feelings welling up inside her she knew full well what they'd done to her. Or at least what they'd awakened inside of her as they teased and tormented her for what surely must've been hours on end. She half expected to feel sunlight on her skin as she stared at the werewolves and squirmed in the second one's grasp. All while a dull, ache was slowly filling her belly like a fire finally ignited.
Every breath she took fanned the flames just a little bit more. Every moment spent basking in the smell of their bodies and the warmth of their very presence set alight another part of her body/ It'd been simmering away beneath her fear and confusion from the very moment she first inhaled their musk but only now had it truly reached a breaking point. There was no fighting against what she felt. But even more than that, Fiona wasn't sure she wanted to fight against it.
On some deep, fundamental level she knew she was supposed to. That she had to resist whatever madness they were inflicting upon her. Much as she'd tried to resist the indoctrination of her parents she couldn't shake that voice in the back of her head. A tiny little thing telling her not to give in for the sake of purity. To resist the devil's temptations and stay unsullied for the Lord. Fiona had always stifled that part of herself so thoroughly it never had a chance to speak. But now, in the face of something totally beyond understanding, it resurfaced. And it almost seemed to win even as a wild shudder rolled through her body. Even as she looked into the eyes of the beast in front of her and saw it's wolfish features twist into a strangely knowing grin. A ripple of something altogether ungodly flickered through her body as it smiled at her and she very nearly resisted. For whatever that might be worth against such uncompromising foes.
Then she took another ragged, barely controlled breath and the voice went quiet. Just as suddenly as it'd returned it disappeared beneath of wave of all encompassing desire. What'd already been awakened inside her finally bloomed as she stared into the monster's eyes and finally understood. As she sank down to it's same animalistic level despite the intelligence they both shared. Years upon years of forcefully pent up desires blossomed like a flower with in her as her body simultaneously relaxed and tensed in the most peculiar of way. Wordlessly signaling to both werewolves what she truly wanted before she could so much as consider what she was 'saying'. Their sudden, eager growls and the sound of them both deeply inhaling her scent were the only warnings Fiona was given.
A moment later the beast holding her aloft reached towards her, extending a single claw as the rest of it's 'fingers' curled into a fist. The tiniest ripple of fear spread through her body as she watched that razor sharp curve glint in the moonlight as it stretched towards her chest. It would've been so easy for the beast to sink it's claw into her skin. To pierce her body and skewer her heart. And yet just as quickly as those thoughts arrived they vanished from her mind. Disappeared beneath a wave of untold anticipation as the monster slowly, but delicately, trailed it's claw across her skin. Just enough to leave a faint red line without drawing blood. Just enough to leave her quivering more desperately than ever before as it reached the edge of the corset covering the rest of her chest. It slipped between her softly heaving breasts to tug at the leather just the tiniest bit. Barely enough to shift it off her body for so much as a moment.
Fiona looked down at the werewolf's claw the moment she felt that first little pull but she looked up at the beast when it let out a laugh. An unmistakably, unavoidably amused chuckle. As if it'd come from the mouth of a human. Her eyes widened in surprise and her brow furrowed for all of a moment, the absurdity of it all crashing down upon her once more. An instant later she was crying out for an entirely different reason as the creature's muscles tightened and it's hand moved so fast it seemed to vanish from her chest all together.
It's claw ripped through her clothes like they were little more than paper, effortlessly shredding everything that remained from the tip of her corset all the way down to the tattered hem of her already ruined dress. Fiona's gasp was lost amidst the noisy rip of her clothes splitting but her startled moan rang out far louder as everything fell away. Everything but her lace stockings, sleeves, and boots split away from her body like two halves of a perfectly cut fruit. Even her panties fluttered to the ground what felt like a dozen meters beneath her feet. All without so much as a scratch on her freckled, goosebump riddled skin. At least no scratch that didn't fade by the time she had the wherewithal to look down at her naked body in disbelief.
Suddenly seeing her bare chest in the soft, foggy glow of the moon, and feeling the air against her skin, was such a jarring experience she could hardly comprehend what'd happened. Even if it should have been perfectly obvious Fiona still gawked at herself like it was some sort of surprise. Like it wasn't exactly what she wanted. That she wasn't furtively rubbing her thighs together as warmth slowly trickled from her sex with every panting breath she took. Even just the friction of her corset rubbing against her breasts for the split second before it was entirely split in half sent her rosy pink nipples stiffening as little echoes of pleasure cascaded through her body. And alongside the chill of the night air against her naked body it all felt so... liberating. She'd never known anything like it and yet at the same time it was something she'd wanted for as long as she'd been alive. Certainly as long as she'd suffered under her parent's thumb. Fiona didn't feel even the tiniest bit embarrassed by her nudity. Nor ashamed of the desire rippling through her body.
Instead the ache that'd taken over was only growing more unbearable by the second. More inflamed as the dull heat between her legs surged like burning coals doused in oil. The smell of their musk was more intoxicating than ever, though she couldn't yet understand why, and the heat of their furry bodies so close to her own was nothing short of maddening. Her shredded clothes had barely settled on the grass beneath her feet before she was shivering and squirming against the beast holding her up. But not in some foolish attempt to escape. And the soft whimpers tumbling from her lips as she breathed in the heady pleasure of their bestial scent were far from fearful or defiant. Though she certainly felt a kind of strain as she looked first to the beast in front of her then to the beast behind her, unable to fathom what they were thinking. But desperately hoping their minds reflected her own as they bared their teeth and looked at her trembling body with unmistakable desire.
Surprisingly the one behind her was the first to act. Sliding one massive hand around her waist and completely enveloping her with ease it pulled her away from the other like a toy. All of a sudden her arms were released and she could finally act of her own accord. So without even thinking she grabbed the paw of the beast holding her, trembling and shaking as she was manhandled. Only to immediately reach back and cling to the shaggy brown fur of the werewolf as she felt it's broad, muscular chest against her back.
“It's so-so soft!” She whimpered, unable to say anything else. Unable to think of anything else as something quite the opposite of soft slipped between her legs. Something slick and unimaginably hot and so very, very large. “Oh!”
That single gasp was all she managed to let out before the tapered head of a massive werewolf cock slipped between her her plump folds. Faster than she could possibly hope to react it was sliding into her unsullied entrance, taking her virginity and stretching open her tight little walls more and more with every single centimeter. Fiona scarcely had time to react to the initial shock of it sliding inside her before she was crying out in stunned ecstasy as her innermost walls were parted by the ever widening length gliding inside her. She might've known what a human penis looked like thanks to the internet and health class but she certainly didn't know what to expect with a werewolf prick! And that only left her more and more stunned as it pushed so unimaginably deep inside her she wondered if it would ever end.
Alongside the pleasure was an indescribable pressure. She didn't feel any pain or discomfort but the sheer strength of the cock pushing inside her and filling her up so completely was unreal. So completely beyond anything she'd ever known Fiona was a gasping, shuddering wreck long before it'd even fully entered her sex. She clung to the beast in utter desperation and shook like she was having a seizure as it lowered her onto it's manhood little by little.
Until she felt something impossibly wide and startlingly bulbous push against the quivering lips of her pussy. Around the time all the breath was being forced out of her lungs and she couldn't hope to draw another as her fingers curled into fists against the beast's fur that whole new pressure assailed what remained of her mind. Already lost in the toe curling ebb and flow of an ecstasy she never knew possible the sudden stop at something so strange and so unexpected left her all at once craving more and unbearably curious. Enough to look down at her trembling pussy to see the massive red knot comfortably nestled between her lips. Like it belonged there alongside the rest of the cock buried so amazingly deep inside her.
There was no telling what she was looking at or what it could possibly mean outside of the immediate and altogether thrilling pleasure it send cascading through her body. But luckily for Fiona she didn't have to wonder too long about much of anything. The beast holding her against it lifted her up it's cock without a moment's hesitation and she was immediately overwhelmed by the ecstasy of it's length gliding back out of her pussy. Of feeling it sliding centimeter by centimeter in the exact opposite direction, ravishing her with a feeling of longing and anticipation as it withdrew. All the while she was left panting and whimpering and gasping for breath like some kind of pornstar! To say nothing of the way her body moved entirely without her input. How it shuddered and squirmed as pleasure rolled through her. How her back arched and her hips moved in ways she'd never felt before. Like some other part of herself was taking over. Some animalistic instinct was finally settling in after the facade of her self control had been entirely erased.
Rather than sliding out entirely the werewolf paused with it's tip just barely inside her sex. Though it only paused for a fraction of a second before she was plunged back down onto it's cock even faster than before. What felt like a hundred times faster! Maybe even too fast for her mind or body to properly comprehend. Let alone bear!
In reality it was only a little harder and a little faster than it's first stroke. But in the state she'd been reduced to and the state she was sinking down into Fiona couldn't tell the difference. It all felt so utterly devastating as that bulbous knot at the base of it's cock slammed against her pussy. Whatever air was left in her lungs rushed out in a single, grunting wheeze as she reached the base of it's shaft. She couldn't so much as let out a moan before she was flying right back up to the tip again, the most wild and convulsive shudders rippling through her body. And warmth cascading out of her sex no matter what was happening. Though it absolutely erupted from her womanhood every time she was slammed down onto that unimaginably large shaft.
And it only seemed to be growing larger as the seconds crept by and the beast found a steady, and steadily growing, rhythm. Not by any immediately noticeable amount but Fiona could all but feel it's girth increasing as time wore on. As it just kept twitching and throbbing inside her with each and every stroke. Especially as it continued to move her faster and faster, the wet smack of it's knot hitting her quivering sex growing more pronounced with every thrust. Enough to ring out across the cemetery and fill the night air alongside her breathless cries and shuddering gasps.
What'd already felt like the absolute most she could take when it'd first stolen her virginity was quickly turned into her utter breaking point as her inner walls were stretched like never before. As she was pushed to the very limits of her sanity after barely a minute of being used like a human toy by an honest to God werewolf. Fiona couldn't take a full breath and she couldn't begin to understand all the pressure building up inside her. The ecstasy radiating throughout her body alongside the unbearable force of the cock so completely filling her pussy and breaking her mind. And yet whenever it pulled her off it's cock she wasn't relieved by what should've been a reprieve. She didn't feel anything but an ever growing need for more. An all consuming desire for the beast to continue as her body shook and squirmed and beads of sweat rolled down her skin. There were no moments of respite and no chance to catch her breath. Just a constant, ever rising tide of desire completely beyond her wildest dreams. And entirely beyond her capacity to understand.
Thankfully it didn't matter if she understood a single moment of her pleasure. That she didn't have the slightest clue what it could be building towards or what the deep, animalistic ecstasy flooding her senses could possibly be. It still ravished her all the same and she was still overwhelmed by it all the same. Nothing could stop the tide of pure bliss from consuming her just as nothing could stop that intoxicating musk from sending her spiraling ever deeper into a whole new side of herself. Fiona was entirely lost to it no matter what she did. Though as she'd quickly discover the fires could always burn brighter and hotter.
That much she learned as soon as the beast in front of her finally joined the madness. When it stepped in and hunched down, it's breath hot against her bare chest. And just the heat of that exhale alone would've been incredible all on it's own. Her body was so tender and her breasts so sensitive it was enough to completely ravish her with a wave of all consuming pleasure. To send a torrent of warmth trickling from her sex in yet another messy shower totally unlike every other time she'd been awash in her base desires.
Yet the beast didn't simply stop at tormenting her with that toe curling swell of heat. Instead it sank it's frightfully sharp teeth into her freckled skin, its shockingly coarse tongue gliding across and tasting every centimeter of her aching nipple. Biting down hard enough to send a jolt of adrenaline and even a tinge of fear through Fiona it neither broke the skin nor caused any serious pain. It just ravished her with a whole new flood of ecstasy as she cried out in surprise and grabbed hold of the monster's shaggy mane with one hand. Just it's tongue alone would've been enough to see her recoiling from the beast as much as leaning into it but the pressure of it's fangs sinking into her skin and scraping along her breast hard enough to leave countless marks was an ecstasy all it's own. Yet another taste of pleasure so far beyond what Fiona knew was possible it left her utterly dumbfounded. And alongside the familiar yet still unbelievable bliss of the cock gliding in and out of her sex it was a wonder she managed to last more than a few seconds! Much less the minute or two it took for her to finally succumb to the first real orgasm of her life.
Between the monster all but gnawing on her tender breast as it teased her unbearably sensitive nipple and the one so thoroughly ravishing her sex Fiona was utterly lost in the pleasure of their efforts. In the constant ebb and flow of their affections ravishing her senses and overwhelming every last facet of her very being. Neither ever gave her a chance to catch her breath on their own but together they were such an all encompassing, all consuming flood she truly felt like she was drowning in ecstasy.
The only 'reprieve' she felt as the split second it took for the werewolf enjoying her chest to switch to her other breast. For that fraction of a heartbeat it felt as if she could breathe and think and start understanding everything ravishing her. Even looking down at the bite marks covering her freckled skin and the slobber dripping off her impossibly stiff nipple.
Then the beast latched on to her other breast and resumed it's feverish attack and everything disappeared back into that incomprehensible haze. She was instantly left writhing and shaking between them, convulsing back and forth against her lovers in constant fits of uncontrollable ecstasy. Nothing but a pure, feral need for release was left as she teetered on the edge of that very release. Not her name, her personality, her dreams, her hopes, nothing. Though it hadn't been very long at all Fiona felt like she'd been tormented by the ecstasy ruining her for hours. Days even. She couldn't begin to fathom life without it crashing down upon her like stormy ways upon the beach. Yet at the same time she wanted nothing more than to feel that final rising tidal wave. The ever swelling peak filling her body and ravishing her very soul. And thanks to the beasts absolutely ravishing her body she was finally given that relief after an eternity of panting and whimpering and wordlessly begging for it.
There was no moment when time seemed to freeze and her soul left her body. No beautiful second that seemed to stretch on for eternity as she hovered at the edge of a tall cliff before the churning sea of pleasure she was about to tumble into. Nothing like anything she'd ever read or heard about. One instant Fiona was gasping for breath and clinging to her beastly lovers. The next her eyes had disappeared into the back of her head as the most spasmodic shudders ripped through her body. Faster than she could ever hope to understand warmth erupted from her sex to drench all three of them in a single fountain of ecstasy sweeter than anything she'd ever smelled. Suddenly the heady musk of their monstrous bodies was joined by the intoxicating aroma of her bliss as she bucked and squirmed against the werewolves flanking her. Tore at their fur with trembling fingers and unleashed sounds as guttural and ferocious as anything she could've expected from them. All the while her body was alight with pleasure and overcome by ecstasy. As every last nerve inside her was overwhelmed by joy, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her faster and faster.
Over and over and over again she was ravished by pleasure. By surging tides and toe curling ebbs that seemed to completely erase everything else. Whatever she might've been before was completely washed away by the boundless ecstasy flooding through her. The beasts constantly ravishing her very soul with their efforts, wholly ignoring how hard she shook and how desperately she cried out. She didn't even know if they were moving any faster or any slower amidst her mania. Fiona just felt everything they did and absolutely drowned in that all consuming pleasure.
Indeed she was so lost in the ecstasy of it all she didn't even realize when the beast inside her pulled out. She hardly even felt it's cock retreat and with the pleasure till reverberating through her body there was no chance at noticing such a change. Absurd as it might've been to miss the absence of such a massive cock that'd stretched her out so nicely. But with warmth still erupting from her sex with every convulsion and sweat pouring down her body as she was pushed to her very limits by the sensations ravishing her Fiona lacked the wherewithal to know such things. To know anything really. She was just lost in the uninhibited joys ravishing every fiber of her being. Not to mention the strange sense of liberation that came with it. As though she'd finally broken some unseen chain and stepped out into a world she'd merely ever dreamed of.
Only when the werewolf ravishing her breasts withdrew and her ecstasy finally began to subside could Fiona possibly notice anything beyond herself. As reality slowly crept back into her fractured mind and the once mighty fountains of arousal exploding from her sex turned to little more than trickles. But even then it wasn't quite enough for her to make sense of anything or truly see what was going on around her. She just stared dimly at them both with a half smile, her head lolling back against the beast holding her up as she watched the other monster straighten. Though she couldn't begin to know why it would do such a thing. Not until she felt it's cock brushing against her trembling entrance long before her tender sex had finished quivering from the aftershocks. Little did she realize the two had no intentions of simply taking turns with her like they'd done before...
“M-More...” She whispered, half questioning and half begging, “You w-w-want... more...”
Just like before her words went entirely unanswered as the beast in front of her plunged it's cock into her pussy without any restraint. And unlike it's companion it didn't begin slow and work up to the same frenzied rhythm that'd utterly destroyed her it simple started at that madness and continued entirely unabated while Fiona was left squealing in ecstasy.
Until her moans turned to a shocked groan as the tapered head of the second werewolf's length pressed against an entirely different part of her. One she never imagined putting anything inside, much less a monstrously fat beast cock. But before she could do much more than let out a whimper, before she could even look back at the creature, it slid inside her tightly clenched ass like she was made to take it's prick. Her quivering little ring was stretched open more and more by the ever widening cock plunging inside her and she could do nothing but freeze up like she'd been completely paralyzed.
A whole new wave of ecstasy flooded through her body alongside an ever greater pressure that forced the breath from her lungs and sent her eyes rolling back in her head. But instead of the agony she should've felt there was only a few momentary flashes of discomfort amidst the pleasure. No more than a sore muscle being stretched. As if she truly was made for their cocks, her body effortlessly adjusting and relaxing no matter how shocking the entire experience was. And with a second dick relentlessly gliding in and out of her sex she never had time to dwell on even those momentary flashes of discomfort. The pleasure was too great and the almost heavenly impact of the second beast's knot against her quivering entrance was nothing short of amazing.
Even with her mind slightly more functional than it'd been before Fiona still couldn't quite wrap her mind around what was happening. About the cock stuffed in her ass and pussy and everything she felt as the filled her to the brim. As they stretched her to the breaking point and left her with the most intoxicating sense of fullness she'd ever known. Just taking one cock had been incredible but taking two? That was absolutely beyond compare! Like the first time she'd tried one of her favorite foods or watched one of her favorite movies, but infinitely more visceral. And in the time it took the beast using her ass to withdraw Fiona was back to shuddering and shaking so hard and so much she hardly resembled a functional person. Her hips were rolling back and forth in abject frenzy while her fingers clawed at their shaggy fur and pulled on anything she could hold like she was trying to tear the fur from their bodies altogether.
But there wasn't a damn thing she could do to hurt either of them. Nor anything she could do to overpower their efforts. Especially as the one behind her slowly matched the rhythm of the one inside her pussy. It might've taken it's time and built up to the same frenzy but that hardly mattered when Fiona was grunting and groaning and growling like a feral beast all her own. When they were absolutely ravishing her all over again in a whole new flood of pleasure.
The werewolf splitting open her ass could've remained completely still and she would've bee utterly lost in the ecstasy of it. Just feeling both cocks inside her at once, rubbing against one another through the thin wall separating them, was incomprehensibly good. Yet another kind of ecstasy she was entirely too inexperienced to know. Much less understand. But as the beast gradually quickened it's pace while it's companion simply hammered away at her tender pussy with unrelenting force Fiona was reduced to a quivering wreck in no time at all. How her body managed to move in the face of such pleasure was entirely beyond her capacity to understand.
Then again most things were beyond her capacity to understand as both their cocks swelled and throbbed inside her. As they rubbed against one another and her innermost walls with greater and greater ferocity what felt like every passing second. And the simple fact that they endlessly alternated their strokes, even as one moved far slowed than the other, was a pleasure that never failed to steal away her breath. Almost as much as her sanity. Constantly feeling one cock withdraw while the other slammed inside her ruined Fiona more than anything else she'd felt. It flooded her with a truly unceasing barrage of pleasure without respite or restraint and the more she drowned in it the more she craved everything they could give. All the while the beasts just kept moving faster and faster and faster as time wore on. The one breaking her ass especially but even the one enjoying her pussy still managed to quicken his pace and reach new heights. Which only drove her even more wild as their knots constantly slammed into her entrances amidst their wild rhythms.
Every thrust was capped by a toe curling impact as the bulbous hilts of their shafts collided so hard with her body she should've been screaming in agony. Instead her pleasured groans and almost feverish grunts were only growing more guttural with every passing second. How could they not when her entire body was lurching upwards from the sheer force of their movements, the ecstasy of their knots sending her flinching away as much as grinding against them? She didn't even realize how much wider both of her entrances were being stretched with every single impact. How completely they were breaking down what little resistance remained even after her body had entirely given in to the sheer bliss of their cocks. To say nothing of the carnal pleasure that was giving in to those bestial urges in the first place!
Had she been able to fathom what was happening to her pussy and asshole Fiona only would've screamed that much louder. Maybe even slammed herself down onto their pricks with all the strength she could muster in a desperate attempt to bring about the inevitable even faster. Instead she was simply awash in the ever mounting pressure that was their knots sinking just the tiniest bit deeper into her with every stroke. Millimeter by millimeter at the very most. So imperceptible she would have struggled to comprehend it even fully lucid.
And especially amidst all the other pleasures of their cocks reaching so deep and throbbing so hard inside her quivering little holes. She was even assailed by a whole new pleasure as warmth seeped from their madly twitching lengths before long. Why it happened and what it could mean she didn't know but it hardly mattered. The searing heat of their arousal was a treat all by itself!
One that coated her already messy walls and flooded her body with such a fiery pleasure it truly felt like she was being driven mad. Or if not mad then being pushed further and further away from humanity and civilization. Like everything that made her more than a rutting beast was being stripped away with every thrust and every jet of warmth exploding into her pussy and asshole after a ferociously hard twitch of their cocks. And that ungodly heat burning through her body and sending convulsions rippling to the very tips of her fingers and toes only weakened whatever passed for her resistances even more. Loosened her tightly quivering entrances and allowed their knots to sink that much deeper inside her at every stroke.
Almost like it was all part of some grand, intentional plan. One she couldn't possibly know even with a functioning mind. And one she couldn't possibly care about as she was being ravished by two werewolves simultaneously, their enormous bodies pressing against her so tightly she was drowning in their musk. Fiona had all but completely lost control of herself after several unbroken minutes of nonstop fucking. Her arms and legs dangled uselessly and her sides and beneath her while she was left completely slumped against the beast before her. She didn't even know when it'd happened. Only that she was too overwhelmed to do anything more. Much as she might've wanted to cling to them and thrash about and match their ferocity at every last turn. Even the effort of thrusting her hips and grinding against their dicks felt near impossible amidst the pleasure so easily ruining her. At least until those fat, bulbous knots finally sank into her ass and pussy after so long.
Fiona's eyes shot open as a dumbfounded look spread across her face. All at once shocked, delighted, confused, and relieved she stared up at the heavens as her entire body was consumed by a fresh wave of pleasure. Not quite another bout of mind shattering ecstasy but rather a profound, all encompassing sense of satisfaction. Like something had finally shifted and everything was right with the world. With her world.
There was no explaining it and no chance of comprehending it as a surge of adrenaline lanced through her body. As she grabbed hold of the beasts finally buried as deep as they could go inside of her beautifully full entrances. And to her surprise they took hold of her too. Wrapped their massive paws around her body and squeezed just tight enough to leave her entirely overwhelmed by the pressure of it all. But before she could even appreciate the sheer pleasure cascading through her senses and ravishing her entire body both werewolves threw their heads back and howled. In an instant she was completely beset by the intensity of their cries as they roared into the night with a truly unbridled fury. Fiona could even hear other wolves calling back to them from all around the cemetery. Far, far more wolves than she'd encountered before.
Though just as the absurdity of all that was beginning to pierce the haze of pleasure surrounding what remained of her mind Fiona was given another surprise. The last surprise she could possibly want. Both of their already madly swelling cocks grew just a tiny bit more. Just that little bit further, utterly breaking her beyond what any normal human could bear as their bodies stiffened and their howls grew even more frantic. Then a flood of impossibly thick, near unbearably hot arousal exploded into the depths of her asshole and pussy. Like twin fountains of pure bliss they utterly soaked her inner walls and filled her to the very brim with their seed.
No words nor actions could do justice to the pure, unbridled joy Fiona felt as her body was flooded with their ecstasy. As it surged into her womb and drowned her belly in a fiery blaze of passion beyond all compare. She stared up at the heavens as if truly seeing them for the very first time and succumbed to an ecstasy of her own. Barely a moment after her lovers were lost to their bliss she joined them, erupting every bit as feverishly and shuddering more ferociously than ever. Yet for a time she was all but entirely silent. Only the softest whimpers and most animalistic groans could escape her lips and they were entirely lost amidst the howl of her lovers. But as their seed continued to flood her body, filling more and more of her until even her belly was forced to acknowledge the deluge as it swelled little by little, she couldn't stay silent for long. Much like everything else that'd been awakened inside of her since she ran across her companions it simply had to burst forth. And it burst from her throat in a most fitting way.
Clawing at her lovers as an ear to ear smile lit up her face Fiona howled at the moon alongside them both. Her voice joined the chorus rending the night air and filling the skies above with an untamed, unimaginable power. No matter how hard her body shook or how desperately she convulsed her howl stayed strong. Matched the wolves around them and the werewolves inside of her. She was wholly and wholeheartedly consumed by it all. By them and the pleasure the sent crashing through her body with each and every moment she remained by their sides. And she never wanted to leave. Never wanted to feel anything but the uninhibited joy she felt in those moments. As their seed flooded her body and their knots kept every last drop of it exactly where it was always meant to be...
“What the hell is taking Fiona so long?” Damian growled, kicking a nearby headstone before folding his arms and leaning against it, “There's no way she couldn't sneak out by now!”
“You never know,” Agatha remarked. Her voice echoed from within a nearby mausoleum as she stretched out across the cold stone floor like the softest of beds, “Her mother's a real cunt. You saw those fucking bars she put up on Fi's window!”
“Yeah that shit was fucked up.” Colin agreed. Pacing back and forth across the pathway he looked up at the cloudless sky and the bright, full moon hanging over head. And after a few seconds he looked around at the cemetery. Without any clouds or fog they were basically sitting ducks. Anyone asshole could come along and chase them off. Or call the cops after spotting them from the road, “But we might have to get started without her...”
“At least wait for Edgar and Sylvia to get back. They might've found her out in the woods.”
“I hope so.”
“There's no way she got lost.” Damian replied, “She's been through those woods a hundred times! My money's on her mom catching her sneaking out.”
“I'll take her getting lost over her mother catching her.” Agatha remarked.
“Too bad it's not up to us.” Colin stated. He paced around a little while longer before adding, “We're really pushing our luck.”
Nobody directly acknowledged his words but they still hung in the air like a cloud as the three lapsed into a long, tense silence. All the while waiting and hoping Fiona would show up. Or barring that Edgar and Sylvia would show up with her. But as time wore on and Colin's entirely justified concerns weighed on all of their minds it was growing harder and harder to sit idly by. So much so all three of them just about lost it at the sound of approaching footsteps.
“Fiona?”
“Did you find her?”
“What took you guys so long?”
“We didn't find her,” Sylvia replied, “But we did find this out in the woods.”
She nodded to Edgar and he held up Fiona's book bag, even taking out one of the books they'd bought for her a little while back, “And that's all we found.”
“Oh shit...” Damian whispered.
“What does this mean?” Colin asked.
Approaching their friends and taking the book Edgar was holding Agatha glanced up at the moon for a second before ominously saying, “I don't think Fiona had any trouble sneaking out...”