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Where Beasts Roam...
by Dark Violet
You won't lie to yourself. This never seemed like a good idea. But you couldn't stop yourself, could you?
The thought had lodged itself in your mind. It gnawed at you, tempted you, made you stop and stare at those dark hills beyond the city every time the sun set. Come on, it said. What has civilisation ever done for you anyway...? Come back to nature...
Nature! The wilderness, the world long lost. What had coming down from the trees ever really given humanity, anyway? Cast off the trappings of the modern world! Throw away your phone, ditch your car and your clothes, abandon the idea of shelter and walk barefoot through the grass, in a land where beasts roam...
What were you expecting? Harmony with nature? A flower crown while you pet a wild Pikachu? You fantasized of this meeting, true - a chance encounter with a Houndoom, strong and proud, with muscles that trembled with raw power. You figured he'd meet your eyes, and in the soft silence, there'd be a glint of wordless, primal understanding - and you'd each part with renewed, mutual respect.
Well. Reality hit you like your face hitting the dirt. With razor-like claws on your skin, and a guttural growl in your ear, you realise - civilisation was made to keep out the beasts.
You met your Houndoom alright. A mouth full of grass, skin covered in scratches, legs straining and screaming as he puts his entire weight on your hips. His mouth opens, saliva sizzling as it drips onto the mud next to you, his lips licked with fire. A Houndoom's burn never stops hurting. Is the same true for your insides, straining, relentlessly pounded...?
His knot, throbbing, engorged, larger than both your fists, pounds at your rear. Your fingers dig into the dirt. Hot breath rolls over your face...
Civilisation was meant to keep out the beasts.
And you just walked right back to them...
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