Feral By Night (Futa/F, Excessive Size/Cum, Growth)

I think most stories are reflections of the authors personal desires and what they want to share with others. This is something I've always wanted to see in a futa story, but I don't think I really have, and the idea wouldn't get out of my head so I tried a hand at it myself. Again, may or may not continue it on.

If it's your type of thing, I hope you enjoy it!

Feral By Night

Someone was at the door of the tent.

Abby knew it, even though she was too frightened to move in her sleeping bag. Her short, blonde hair and light skin were soaked in sweat; her pale blue eyes darted to and fro, unable to focus on the attacker; her thin, dainty fingers and toes clenched and unclenched with nervousness. Next to her, her camping mate Sabrina lay silent, breathing quietly in an unperturbed sleep. How she could stay oblivious to that deep, feral growling was beyond Abby’s comprehension. The growling sounded strange; human but... more primal. Whoever was outside had been circling the tent for 2 minutes before coming to an unexpected stop, as if they finally realised the side with the thin metal line running down the blue material was the entrance. Abby had always been a light sleeper – it had taken her an hour to fall unconscious even in the silence of the forest. She had reluctantly agreed to the excursion as she hadn’t seen Sabrina since they had separated after high school for the first year of college. She remembered what her peppy, outdoorsy friend had said:

“It’ll be a great way to catch up! Nothing but sunshine and the sound, sights, and smells of nature by day, the pure black sky littered with glowing stars by night! Come on Abby, I promise you won’t regret it!”

My ass, she thought bitterly. Abby had always had an overactive imagination, sensing danger nearby at the slightest provocation, so she was undoubtedly going to have problems in such an open, foreign environment. Normally, she was able to calm herself down, but with the shadow stalking them outside it was obvious that, for once, she was right, and they were in deep trouble. But what should she do? Wake Sabrina up? What if the stranger sensed her movements and suddenly attacked? How would they defend themselves?

Abby started to shiver with nervousness, unable to contain her fear. Her breathing became shallower, faster.

Quiet! Calm down, or they’ll hear you!

Her cautionary thoughts did nothing to affect her body which continued to react to the terror that grew like a pit in her flat stomach. She just couldn’t help herself: she let out a small moan of fright.

The growling stopped. The shadow of a single clawed hand reached up slowly. Suddenly, it swooped down and tore through the front of the tent. And yet still Sabrina didn’t awaken. Abby whimpered as she looked upon the invader of their feeble home, and was terrifyingly startled by what she saw.

It was a woman, stark nake