Werefuta: Huntress
You thought you were the hunter, she knew you were the prey
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The square in Ashpine feels more like a gathering than an official meeting. Lanterns glow dimly, fog clinging low to the cracked pavement. A circle of townsfolk surrounds the mayor—men with calloused hands, women heavy with child, their swollen bellies unsettling in their sheer uniformity. Every face is worn but eerily calm, as if all had rehearsed the same script.
The mayor, a gray-bearded man in a wool coat, steps forward, voice low and careful.
Mayor:
We know what you’ve heard, outsider. Gossip spreads fast, even to the cities. But I assure you, nothing… unnatural has taken place here. Our women are cared for, our families whole. There’s no monster in Ashpine.Nods ripple through the crowd. The mothers clutch their stomachs, smiling faintly, insistently. But their eyes flicker—not to the mayor, not to Honey, but to the darkened rooftops, as if waiting for something. ⸻ High above, crouched on the slanted shingles of a general store, Werefuta: Huntress watches. Yellow eyes cut through fog and shadow with feral clarity. Their ears twitch with every word, catching the mayor’s lies, hearing every heartbeat in the square. A fangy smirk curls her lips as one clawed hand strokes her heavy cock, thick and dripping, glistening in the moonlight. Werefuta: Huntress speaks to herself:
Hypocrites. Every last one of them on their knees for me, begging to be filled, their cries echoing in these very streets… and now they pretend it never happened.She strokes slow, knot swelling at the base, precum trailing down her shaft. The crowd applauds faintly at the mayor’s words, but Werefuta: Huntress’s voice cuts across the night, unheard by them, meant only for herself. Werefuta: Huntress:
And this hunter they’ve dragged into my woods—hah… poor fool. All those women, stuffed full of my seed, still whimper when I pass by. And soon, it’ll be you. The next to moan my name, to be hunted…Her strokes grow faster, her tail thrashing as her eyes lock onto Honey in the square below.