Horny Deer Thing

"You've decided to go camping in the woods after spending a lot of time at work to save money for this trip. As you finish putting up your tent and campfire, you ate your roasted marshmallows and decided to go to sleep for the night. Suddenly you hear a screech at the distance immediately shakes you awake. What was that..? Was that a dream..? Or just random animal noises..? You have to know.. Or do you have to..?"

"But despite your worries you decided to stand up and open your tent with only a flashlight at hand. As you shine your beam of light around the dark and unknown woods, you see two pairs of glowing red circles as it comes closer... closer... and closer.. finally shining your light to it. It's a figure with a wendigo skull for a head and a female body with sharp nails while blood drips from her jaw. It approaches you eerily slow. What will you do?"

"She stares at you with glowing red eyes, completely unfazed by the sound of gunfire. The bullets seem to bounce off her body like they're hitting a brick wall. She takes a slow step closer, her sharp nails clicking against the dirt. She lets out a low, menacing screech."

"The rocket blasts off, heading straight for her, but she raises her hand and it detonates harmlessly in mid-air. She doesn't flinch or move away from the blast, just stands there as if to say "bring it on". The force of the explosion sends debris flying everywhere, but she remains still, her eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. She takes another slow step closer, her long black hair swaying slightly in the wind."

"She pauses, her gaze lingering on you for a moment before her expression remains emotionless once more. She takes another step closer, her sharp nails clicking against the ground. She doesn't seem to care about the compliment, but it's clear she's sizing you up as a potential meal rather than a potential friend."

"She tilts her head slightly, her glowing red eyes fixed on you with a cold, calculating intensity. She seems to be absorbing every word, her expression unreadable. Then, she takes another slow step closer, her long tongue darting in and out of her mouth as if tasting the air. She's clearly intrigued by your presence, but it's unclear what she intends to do with you."

"She doesn't flinch or react to your outburst. Instead, she continues to approach you, her movements slow and deliberate. She reaches out a hand and gently touches your face, her long fingers tracing the contours of your features. Her glowing red eyes bore into yours, filled with an otherworldly curiosity. She screeches softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine, as if she's savoring the desperation in your words."

*She leans in closer, her hot breath wafting across your face as she inhales deeply. Her eyes gleam with an unnatural hunger, and for a moment, you wonder if she's about to devour you whole. She licks her lips, revealing razor-sharp teeth, and whispers a cold, wet phrase in your ear: ""I'll give you what you want... but it won't be death.""

"She wraps her hand around your wrist, her grip surprisingly strong. She pulls you in, her mouth inches from yours, and lets out a low, husky whisper: ""I can show you something better than death."" Her hot breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine as she pulls you closer, her eyes burning with an unnatural intensity."

"She pulls you in, her mouth covering yours in a cold, wet kiss. You can feel her sharp teeth scraping against your lips as she deepens the kiss, her tongue probing and tasting you with an unnatural hunger. Her hands move up your arms, her fingers digging into your skin like claws."

*She pulls back, her eyes gleaming with an unholy intensity. She tilts her head to the side, her long black hair sliding across her shoulder. She reaches out a hand and gently strokes your cheek, her fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. Her screech is low and husky as she whispers: ""You're not like the others... you're different.""

"She doesn't flinch or pull away as you touch her hair, her eyes fixed on yours with an unnerving intensity. She leans into your touch, her cheek brushing against your hand. Her gaze seems to bore deeper into your soul, as if searching for something. For a moment, you feel a strange connection to her, as if you're sharing a secret understanding that's beyond words."

"She tilts her head back, her eyes never leaving yours. Her long tongue darts out, licking her lips, and she lets out a low, husky purr. She reaches up, her hand grasping the hood of her black sweatshirt, and pulls it down, revealing the wendigo skull that's her face. The antlers on her head seem to reach out, as if they're trying to touch you."

*She lets out a screech, the sound sending shivers down your spine. Her eyes blaze with an unholy intensity, and she reaches out, her long fingers closing around your wrist like a vice. She pulls you close, her hot breath wafting across your face as she hisses: ""You're not going anywhere.""

"She releases your wrist, her gaze softening ever so slightly. Her eyes still burn with an unnatural intensity, but there's a hint of... something else. She tilts her head to the side, her antlers creaking softly, and lets out a low, rumbling growl. It's not quite a whisper, but it's not a scream either. She's trying to communicate, but you're not sure what she's saying."

"She crouches down, her face inches from yours. Her hot breath wafts across your skin as she hisses: ""Shh."" Her long fingers trail up your legs, her nails scraping against your skin like rough stone. She reaches the hem of your pants and hesitates, her gaze locked on yours. For a moment, you feel a spark of... curiosity. Does she want to touch you, or is it something more?"

"Her gaze never wavers, her eyes burning with an unnatural intensity. She wraps her long fingers around the hem of your pants and slowly starts to pull them down, her nails scraping against your skin. Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers: ""I can smell it."" Her tongue darts out, tasting the air, and you feel a shiver run down your spine."

"She doesn't seem to care about the shower or anything else, her focus solely on you. Her fingers pause at the top of your boxers, and she looks up at you with an unblinking stare. Her tongue darts out again, tasting the air, and she lets out a low, husky growl."

*She doesn't seem to notice your sorrow, her gaze fixed on the growing bulge in your boxers. Her fingers close around the waistband of your underwear, and she gives it a slow, gentle tug. Her eyes never leave yours, and you feel a strange sense of connection to her, as if she's trying to understand you or something. She lets out a low, raspy whisper: ""Want...touch.""

"She doesn't flinch at your harsh words, her face expressionless. Her grip on your underwear tightens, and she pulls it down slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. Her long tongue darts out, licking her lips, and she hisses softly. For a moment, you feel a spark of fear mixed with excitement as she reveals the hot, hungry gaze that's been hidden behind her eerie calm."

"She doesn't flinch or pull away, her face still expressionless. Her eyes never leave yours as she slowly raises her hand, her fingers wrapping around your cock. She strokes it once, twice, and then pauses, her gaze locked on yours. Her tongue darts out, tasting the pre-cum on your cock, and she lets out a low, husky growl. The sound sends shivers down your spine as she continues to stroke you, her touch cold and callous."

"She doesn't respond, her face still a mask of expressionless stone. Her grip on your cock tightens, and she starts to jerk you off with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her eyes never leave yours, and you feel like she's trying to bore into your soul. The sensation is intense, and you feel a shiver run down your spine as she continues to stroke you."

"She doesn't respond, her face still a mask of expressionless stone. Her grip on your cock tightens, and she starts to jerk you off faster, her eyes burning with an unnatural intensity. For a moment, you feel a spark of fear mixed with excitement as you wonder if you're onto something. Is she really a semen demon, or is it just your imagination running wild? She doesn't seem to care, her focus solely on bringing you to climax."

"She doesn't hesitate, her long tongue darting out to lick the length of your cock. The touch is cold and smooth, and you feel a shiver run down your spine as she wraps her tongue around the tip. She begins to suckle, her eyes never leaving yours, and you feel like you're staring into the abyss. Her suction grows stronger, and you feel yourself being pulled closer to the edge."

"She senses it, her grip on your cock tightening as she jerks you off faster. Her tongue continues to suckle, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, she releases her grip, and a jet of semen shoots across her face. She doesn't flinch, her eyes never leaving yours, and you feel a shiver run down your spine as she licks your cum off her lips."

"She doesn't laugh, her face still expressionless. Her eyes never leave yours, and you feel a sense of unease as she stands up, her movements fluid and unnatural. She looms over you, her towering presence making you feel small and insignificant. For a moment, you wonder if you've made a mistake, if you've unleashed something that can't be contained."

"She doesn't move, her gaze fixed on you. Her eyes seem to bore into your soul, and you feel a sense of unease as she takes a step closer. The trees around you seem to grow darker, the shadows deepening into an ominous presence. You feel like you're being wrapped in a shroud of darkness, and you know that you should be afraid. But you try to stand tall, to ignore the creeping sense of dread."

"She moves with an unnatural speed, her long legs striding towards your truck. She yanks open the door and leans in, her glowing red eyes fixed on the phone in your hand. Her long black hair falls around her face like a shroud as she snatches the phone from your grasp."

"She doesn't respond, her grip on the phone tight. She twists it in her hand, the screen cracking as she applies pressure. The sound of breaking glass fills the air as she holds the phone up, her eyes burning with an unnatural intensity. You feel a sense of unease as she starts to peel the screen away, revealing the shattered glass beneath."

"She doesn't flinch, her gaze never leaving yours. Her face remains expressionless, but her body language is eerily calm. She tilts her head slightly to the side, as if studying you like a specimen. Her long black hair falls around her face like a curtain, and her glowing red eyes seem to bore into your soul."

"She doesn't blink, her eyes never leaving yours. Her gaze is like a cold, dark pool, drawing you in with an unnatural intensity. She takes a step closer, her long legs striding towards you with an unnerving speed. Her fingers curl into claws, the sharp nails digging into her palms as she moves."

"She lets out a low, guttural growl, her eyes flashing with an unnatural intensity. Her body begins to shift, her muscles rippling beneath her black hoodie. Her face elongates, her jaw stretching out into a grotesque parody of a grin. The air is filled with the sweet scent of death and decay as she transforms, her body contorting into a monstrous shape."

"Her grin widens, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She takes another step closer, her massive frame looming over you like a dark, twisted shadow. The sound of crackling branches and snapping twigs fills the air as she moves, her long black hair swaying like a macabre dance. Her glowing red eyes seem to burn with an unnatural hunger, drawing you in with an unstoppable force."

"Her grin twists into a snarl, her eyes flashing with a fierce, feral intensity. She lets out a low, guttural growl, the sound echoing through the woods like a challenge. Her massive frame looms over you, casting a dark, twisted shadow on the ground. You feel a sense of primal fear wash over you as she takes another step closer, her hot, rank breath washing over your face."

"She doesn't seem to notice your disgust, her expression remaining twisted and feral. Instead, she lets out a low, keening cry, the sound like nothing you've ever heard before. Her eyes burn with an unnatural hunger as she takes another step closer, her massive frame looming over you like a dark, twisted shadow. She raises a hand, her claws extended, and you feel a sense of primal terror as she reaches for you."

"Her claws rake across the side of your truck, the metal groaning in protest. She lets out a low, almost-pained moan, her eyes burning with an unnatural hunger. She takes another step closer, her hot, rank breath washing over your face, and you can see the twisted, cannibalistic longing in her eyes."

"She doesn't flinch, her eyes never leaving yours. Her gaze is like a cold, dark pool, drawing you in with an unnatural intensity. She takes a step closer, her massive frame looming over you like a dark, twisted shadow. Her claws extend and retract, clicking softly as she moves. You can feel the weight of her presence bearing down on you, suffocating you with an air of primal menace."

"Her face contorts in a twisted, feral grin. She lets out a low, guttural growl, the sound echoing through the woods like a challenge. Her eyes burn with an unnatural hunger as she takes another step closer, her massive frame looming over you like a dark, twisted shadow. She raises a hand, her claws extended, and you feel a sense of primal terror as she reaches for you."