A Little Hungry 7 By GhenKai, Kaiokibuto@Hotmail.com Traveling the Night, Beware of Were! Warning: For read ONLY by people 18 and up. For my close friend Naijomii Stunned, she watched as the enormous creature, silhouetted by darkness, leapt through her once closed window of her third floor room, and down to the ground. She was awaken earlier by the sudden tremors that shook the near entire building to its inner structure and beyond. And if that wasn't enough, then the alarms sirening all over the entire building for awhile and Mr. Sten's voice giving instructions over the speakers were the nails in the coffin. The first thought that came to her mind was that they were having an earthquake. But then she remembered; Llexem, Virginia doesn't have earthquakes... Melinda Claire was another researcher at Quatz, one of the lower level workers to be precise, but that was to be expected since she began work only a handful of months ago. Quatz is a company that works loosely behind the curtains with the US government, developing and creating accessories and sometimes even weapons, or atleast that's what they sometimes turn into after 'Uncle Sam' gets his hands on them. From armed weaponry to chemicals, but never biological weapons; Sten would not allow it. If one has to die, let it be swift and merciful, not long and tormenting... "Wh-what was that??!" She asked herself breathlessly as she stiffly dragged herself over to the large hole in the wall, gazing out of it for any sign of the creature. She heard a voice, a male voice come from that creature, and saw some... some sort of... 'thing', clung against it's body, but she didn't get a good look. The sound of a loud songful howl interrupted her train of thought. Gazing down towards the ground, squinting her eyes, she spotted the immense creature below as it headed for the stone wall that surrounded the building, and hopped onto it like it was only 3 feet tall, instead of a 30. After surveying the scene, the huge creature swiftly took off into the night. Melinda frowned to herself, biting the nail on her thumb. A trickle of sweat slid down the side of her face. "Now what has that crazy scientist done..." Heading over to her dresser, the black-haired woman pulled out a small pad and pen, and began to write down afew notes, although she wouldn't have any trouble remembering this particular event... ---- Woozy and disoriented, John felt every thudding step the enormous werewolf took, felt the heave of every breath she inhaled, felt every drumbeat of her heart. His earlier headache was quickly heading into migraine status as he made note through blurred vision of the trees that were passing, and wondered… 'Where is she going? And where is she taking me?' He listened to the crunching of leaves and branches beneath the majestic creature's soles as she strode leisurely through the forest on two feet. Johnathan felt his head being rubbed with 'gentle' strokes along with a set of soft, light whines emanating his captor's being. If John had the strength at the moment to lift his head, he would've seen the soft glowing red eyes of his abnormal holder as she casually licked her tongue across her snout. John heard the sounds of audible sniffing for a few moments, then felt her pace quicken to a sprint, weaving pass the trees in her way like a game. The dark-haired policeman held on tightly with a handful of fur, though it was unneeded as the clenched space he was trapped between more than tight enough to hold him in place. Johnathan wasn't sure how long it was before she finally came to a stop, but he made two observations; how her breathing hadn't paced any different between her walk and her sprint, and the distant sound of a passing car, meaning they were probably near an open road. Turning his head around as far as he could to see ahead, he confirmed his suspicions as he could dazedly see the end of the forest approaching, only afew trees obstructing his view, giving way to the concrete road before them. The road was deserted for the most part, save for a car or truck that would pass by once in awhile. John's gaze peered up to the distracted face of his mammoth captor, who looked to be daydreaming as she watched a car in the distance drive by... -- The young, bright redhead girl silently stared out the window of the family van she was sitting in, the bright orange evening sun in the distance sinking into the mountains. Her mother sat across from her; a silver-haired beauty, despite being middle age. She had her silver hair from the day she was born. It was one of the stranger anomalies ever seen, but she never made a big deal out of it; infact she tried her best to avoid it, which was tougher than one would think. Especially with the superstitious folk she ran into once in a blue moon, who would stare or make out her hair to be sometype of symbol of something. But she tried not to pay any paid attention to it, until the past month.... "...Mom...?" The little girl asked, not taking her gaze away from the window. It was an unusually quiet ride for the two, an eerie, quiet drive into the vaguely populated countryside... the sudden question almost startled the driving woman. "Yes, dear?" She asked, as they came to the last of the stoplights they would see for the next three days... "...I'm........... I'm scared...... I mean... I don't feel scared.... but... I want to be..... I... I don't get it!" She yelled, on the verge of tears. Mother sighed gently and ran her fingers through her daughter's hair. "I know it's hard to understand; I'm not totally sure myself... but, you should try not to worry... out here, we'll be all to ourselves...it'll be fun!" She answered as comforting as possible. "You never wanted to go camping?" "But, what about dad and brother?" She quickly asked. "...Don't we have to tell them about ‘this’?" Her words meaning more than face value. The mother gave the question a brief moment of thought, and shook her head. "We girls have our little secrets!" She commented with a warm small grin that made her daughter smile in return. That grin soon faltered as she fished a significant piece of plastic out of the pocket of her pants... "Then again, I don't think we could do this for long without the others taking interest... I'll have to pay off the credit card bill for next month as soon as possible..." She then peered behind her at the large boxes of various frozen meat and poultry that sat in the back of the small van. Young Parra looked behind her at the boxes as well... she could easily smell the tangy scent of the cold, packaged meats from where she sat, despite the cold dulling it... The stoplight finally changed to green, and the van began moving once more... "So.... we're..... we're going to do this every month?" The young girl asked. Mother gave a low sigh, glancing out at the ever-sinking sun in the horizon... "I don't know... maybe... atleast until we can fully understand this..... but let's enjoy these days for ourselves, hmm? It will be a... 'memorable’ weekend... to say the least...." The young 11 year old girl nodded her head and sat back in her seat, staring back out the window at the passing scenery. "....M-... Mom...c-...can I ask you, one more question...?" "Yes, honey?" ".... Are you... scared of...scared...of...." "....Parra, do not finish that question. I would never, be afraid of you. I am going to help you through this. We're going to get through this together. Don't think about what you've seen in the movies, because those movies aren't real… but this on the otherhand, is. Understand?" Parra looked out the side of her eye at her mother. She wasn't scared? This entire trip was based on the possibility of what could happen to her after the sun setted, and the moon rose... but she was her mother, and parents always make everything right... don’t they? Still, she nodded her head. "Alright mom..." As the drive continued, an odd smell began to linger and flow around her nose. It was a smell she would vaguely recognize, but knew not of what it was, yet it was gradually becoming stronger as time passed. There were many things she had yet to comprehend about what was happening to her. It would be a long time before she would understand the true smell of fear... and how scared her mother was really was that night... -- She growled, shaking her head as if it would help rid those errie thoughts disappear from memory. She knew somehow that they were hers... but... that isn't her... Still, something in the back of her mind was telling her otherwise... That silver-haired woman… she recognized her… she missed her… Forget it. Those thoughts… those thoughts didn't matter. What mattered now was finding her way home... *sniff...sniffsniff...* ...and... the little male she had, with the strange... delightful... enticing scent, who was nestled between her warm, oversized bosoms. As she inhaled his scent more and more, it made her feel good inside... tingly... energetic... the exotic, overwhelming feeling that she has been feeling for the past few months was returning again, being made stronger by the scent from this... small... cute... creature... She could feel her shotglass-sized nipples began to become erect, swelling up from the building stimulation within her, growing to twice, then even three times their original size, becoming amazingly hard and profound. Feelings she didn't fully understand swam through her once again, feelings that she greatly enjoyed, which was all that truly mattered to her. She slumped to her knees with a great thump, feeling the spot between her legs begin to ache a pleasurable but pounding ache. 'What's wrong with her now??' John wondered as she whimpered and whined lightly, her breathing taking a quickening pace and her large, thick chest muscles expanding and contracting against him, pushing him back and forth as if he wasn't there. He felt her body heat rising, and the area between her breasts that he was stuck between begin to narrow with each breath, compressing him tighter and tighter. It was as if they were bulging and arcing higher and thicker, like balloons being repeatedly released and filled with air, each time a touch larger than the last. Her furry flesh was also becoming denser, and slowly converging over John's body. Johnathan didn't know what was going on, but as his lungs were being squeezed of all air, he hoped he would survive the entire ordeal. With a long moaning whine, the 13 foot female werewolf fell forward, propping herself up with one arm, the other hand steadily working inside her aching sex which was by now, sopping it's juices onto the grass below. John felt like a ragdoll, the combination of her writhing, her shivers, and her deep breaths crushing him and tossing him around painfully, his entire torso ready to collapse under her impossibly strong, large, and furry pectoral muscles and her enormous swollen breasts. To add to his misfortune, the redheaded were didn't notice his agonizing groans of pain against her steely strong body, only the scent he was giving off that was making her blind with lust and arousal. Her writhing on the ground was digging out small trenches under her moving limbs, her panting becoming more savage and faster paced. When the struggling policeman thought his bones were going to start snapping at any minute, the redhaired were flipped over onto her back with a hard thump, one clawed hand eagerly squeezing and pinching from one plump baseball sized nipple to the other, the finger of her other hand still buried deep and working her sopping snatch which had increased it's flow. Desperately, John squirmed his way out of his crushing entrapment; the werewolf didn't seem to at all notice his legs kicking roughly against her stomach and his hands grabbing and pulling at her thick fur for leverage, so caught up was she in her own pleasure. By now she was panting and whining wildly, growling and groaning, slamming her thick powerful hips up and down hard against the relenting ground, making it rumble with each bounce. Her body shuddered and thumped against the ground, hard enough for John to hear and feel the loud thuds beneath his feet, and see her swollen mammaries jump and wriggle like crazy. Her wolfish tongue licked around her barred sharp teeth and lips as she whined in ecstasy, the long twitching ears, closed eyes and the cute puppy-like expression on her face telling all. 'How cute...' Johnathan wasn't sure where that thought came from, and moreso was having problems thinking false of it, as through his utter confusion of the current situation, a particular body part was beginning calling attention to itself as he stared on at her bobbing beachball like breasts, down to her compacted, brick-like flexing abs of her comparably thin waist, down to her wide blossomed waist... 'Erm... maybe, I should just turn around or somethi--...' A booming howl broke his train of thought as she suddenly thrusted out and locked her hips into the air, every muscle in her body tightened and bulged astonishingly as her orgasm wracked her body with the unleashed energy of an exploding warhead. Every single muscle in her body, from her obscenely jutting nipples, now looking like they were hiding softballs within, to the rest of her extreme physique, each muscle surging outwards, making for amazing visible definition through her thick, silky brown fur. It was good the cop was able to escape from the grip of the orgasming werewolf. If he’d stayed in the spot between her massive expanded mounds, he would've been sliced in two, with everything from the lower waist to shoulders crushed into a fine red paste by the unstoppable and incredible expansion of her mighty mounds, which now looked about ready to explode as they were so swollen. For alittle over a half minute she held that pose, before finally her body relaxed, her muscles softening and untensing, her furred breasts resting back against her chest seemingly untensing like the rest of her body was, and her nipples shrinking back down to their relieved, shotglass-sized selves. She slumped back onto the ground, exasperated pants coming from her as she licked her tongue across her muzzle a couple of times in a restful expression. A light sheen of sweat on her body made her fur glisten in what little light there was coming from one of the nearest streetlight poles. John stared on half-gawking. She gave a moaning whimper as she rolled over to a kneeling position, licking each finger on her wet, dripping hand one at a time. Even kneeling she looks to taller than him, but John's attention for the brief moment was on the spot she was once laying, which had deep, obvious impressions of her massive body and the muddy clawed in trudges from her fingers and toes. The entire impression in the soil was probably 5 or 6 inches deep in some places, and close to a foot in others, particularly where her large rear was once pounding and grinding into the ground. Slumping forward on both her hands, she stretched herself out like a cat, waving her tail in the air as she growled softly to the exertion of her stretch. Needless to say, she was feeling VERY good right now. On her hands and knees, the mammoth redhaired were closed the distance between herself and Johnathan, her long, bushy tail wagging in the air behind her as her soft glowing red eyes examined him. The dark-haired man's body became rigid as she approached. When she was within range, she leaned forward and sniffed at him with a light errant whine, causing John to flinch, but he forced himself to hold his ground. She suddenly reeled her head back alittle with another cute whine, liking the aroma she smelled coming from this cute man. John shivered in surprise as she leaned forward to his face and her wet tongue lashed out, sliding against the side of his right cheek. Gentle, differently pitched whimpers or obvious joy emanated from her as she licked his cheek and nuzzled against it with her snout. The dark-haired policeman gave a biting grin from the ticklish affection being shown to him as she licked him on one cheek to the other like a playful puppy, engulfing his shoulders with her clawed hands. 'Must weigh a ton!' He thought as she rested some of her weight against him. He locked his knees to keep himself standing, though she didn't think she was leaning much of her weight against him as she continued to shower him with affectionate licks. There was a sudden sound that froze both of them in their place. It was a deep, vibrating sound that John could feel rumbling from within the immense werewolf's being. A monstrous sound that seemed to drown out all other sounds in the area. A long moment after the rumbling sound ended, the werewolf stood up to her full height with a displeased whimper. Of course he knew she was much taller than him, but he now got a good idea of just how much taller as he found himself having to tilt his head up afew degrees just to see her still wet and ripely developed sex glistening in the distant streetlight, the top of his head only reaching to around the top of her furry, massively muscled thigh. He also got an idea of how much bigger too; her leg was bigger around then his entire body. When it occurred to the dark-haired man that he was still staring at her sex area, John averted his eyes when he heard the same loud rumble bellow out again. Arcing his head up, he got the full idea as he watched her rub her stomach. Though he couldn't see her expression over her huge jutting mounds, with the saddened whine he heard, it all came together. Johnathan snickered. 'Ohhhh, she's hungry I bet,' He thought to himself, an innocent half-smirk on his face. When her clawed hands reached down to pluck him off the ground, the smirk quickly disappeared as the thought of what, or 'who' might be the one to satisfy this other hunger. Namely, him. "H-hey wait! Your a wolf not a black widow!" John shouted, twisting and struggling as she lifted him up face to face. She then arced her back, thrusting her chest out, causing her enormous mounds to jut out obscenely, and also make just enough space between them to place the small man back into his 'carriage'. A relieved Johnathan made minor observations of the warm dampness in her fur and on her hands, along with an odd aroma of her secretions that he didn't pick up on until now. He felt the top of his head being gently rubbed by a single digit. He laid his eyes upon her face, gazing into her illuminating, gentle, ruby red eyes... 'I don't get it... I really, really, don't get it... what's so goddamn special about... ME??' He asked himself mentally as she began to walk again, following the edge of the road with her nose lifted to the air, sniffing to her left and right. As she was deciding on which way to go, a car idly zoomed past the two on the road... -- <> <> <> <> <> <> <> The man behind the wheel of his Dodge Spirit groaned as they began to play the next song across the airwaves. Despite his grumbling about the 'pop crap' they were currently playing, he listened to the song netherless. As the catchy hook began play, he caught himself bobbing his head faintly to the beat, when he noticed a quickly approaching car in his rearview mirror... "What in the... that HAS to be the ugliest and most rickety pinto ever created," The driver snorted aloud at his insult as he tried to make out fully what type of junk-on-wheels was tailing him in his mirror. As he stared into the reflecting mirror, his disbelieving mind slowly realized it was not a vehicle… It was tough thought to accept, until he caught a long glimpse of it under a passing streetlight... "....What in the F--!!!" Biting down on his lower lip, the driver slammed on the gas. The powerful engine roared as it launched itself further and further pass the 40 mph speedlimit. Whatever it is chasing him, it is as big as a car, as fast as a car, but damn sure is NOT a car. The enormous dark figure began to shrink in his mirrors, which relieved the man, until the figure began to once more close the gap between them, eventhough he was now passing 80 mph... the piercing bright red glare reflecting off of his mirrors... It was lucky for the male driver the long road was so vacant at this time of night, as his driving became progressively more reckless in his haste to escape his pursuer. "God-damnit Go, Go, GO!!" He yelled as he stomped down harder onto the gas as if it would persuade his car into moving past it's 120 mph limit. As the lines along the road stretched and blurred, and the road began to curve, the car roughly followed it's way around it, the tires of the car screeching as it stepped back and forth over the parallel yellow lines. The roar of a car being pushed to and past it's limit was the only thing the driver could hear, his fear-engulfed mind completely blocking out the boyband song playing on the radio, and the gnashing of his own teeth. He was lucky so far that he had not lost control of the car at its current speed or crashed. He took another quick glance into the mirror and a comforting wave of relief washed through the driver when he saw nothing of his strange pursuer. He gazed into the mirror a moment longer to confirm if he lost the strange thing chasing him, not that he was going to slowdown anyhow. If only he could've seen above him... In the blink of an eye, the roof of the car suddenly caved in. Glass shattered and exploded in all directions, showering the screaming driver as he cringed and shielded his face from the debree. Tires screeched madly, two of them exploded from the sudden crushing impact. The metal ceiling of the car was completely crumpled in around him, pinning him into a slumped forward position in his seat. Outside, the pouncing werewolf frog leapt from off the crumpled top of the car, the brute force of her leap causing the car to fly off of it's wheels and into the air, flipping like a tossed coin, bouncing on it's sides each time it made contact with the unrelenting tarmac, then flipping through the air once more. After a series of flips, the wrecked car slammed onto of it's head, sliding down the road, making sparks fly as it spun around like a top losing the last of it's momentum. The redhaired werewolf on the otherhand made a graceful landing onto the middle of the road on all fours, taking off down the road in an amazing dark red and brown blur of speed. -- From his position, he could feel, hear and see a number of things. The wind blowing fiercely through his hair. The erratic heaving and tightening of her steely chest muscles as she streaked down the road. The squeezing of her furred breast flesh around his torso as she ran, combined with the body- shaking vibrations of each stride across the concrete ground that was only a couple of feet below him. John felt terrible for what'd happened afew moments ago, hoping for the best that whoever was inside that car survived, but the memory of the fleeting sounds of screeching metal crashing against concrete increased his doubts as she sped down the dark road like a bat out of hell. ---- It could've been a half-hour that passed, or 3 hours, he didn't know. The poor policeman had lost all track of time since his 'furred friend' began her trek down the long countryroads at unfathomable speed. He wasn't sure of how far they might've traveled by now, but by the way he caught sight of the road below him rushing past, it must've been a long distance indeed. Atleast afew (or maybe ALOT) of miles. During the travel, there was the sudden occasional feeling of semi-weightlessness that gave him the sick, awkward feeling one gets on rollercoasters, followed by the sudden crashing back down to earth, accompanied with the added screeching of tires and rampant honking of horns as she leapt over other cars in her way. He counted about 3 or so times this happened, but wasn't sure as he kept his head buried in thick fur of the female beast's chest. He was sure however, that she was enjoying this game of leaping over and outrunning whatever vehicles she found in her path. She slowed to a near stop, taking in deep breaths, alittle winded from her mad speed dash down the countryside roads. Standing upright, the burly redhaired werewolf began a leisurely walk down the road. She started making small whimpers and growls as walked, and Johnathan could feel her brushing against her hand against his legs, but they weren't her target; She was rubbing her stomach. Unfortunately, the earlier run probably stirred up her hunger pangs that much more. John stared on wordlessly as she came to a stop and raised her nose to the air, sniffing back and forth as she looked to and fro... to her dismay, all she could smell in the area were plants and the scarce scents of animals she recognized as being too small to come close to pleasing her pallet. The captive policeman felt her chest tighten around him as she released a deep menacing growl, and stomped her large clawed foot into the road in a bout of frustration, sending a small earth-shattering shock through the ground and causing a web of large cracks to spread in all directions away from her. A quiet moment followed afterward, and a long defeated whimper came from her when she realized that wasn't the smartest thing to do at this point, as she'd now scared off any possible source of food in the area. Irritated with herself, she continued to stalk down the dark, vacant road, her eyes searching... And John began to think... She didn't seem to be an evil creature, like portrayed in the movies, but then again, she didn't look too much like those 'smaller creatures' either. She seemed strangely mischievous, with a level of child-like innocence to her; almost oblivious to the consequences of her actions and how amazing a force she truly was. Then again, when she was human she seemed to know what she was doing... perhaps, there's a difference mentality between herself during full moons... 'That would make sense, otherwise I guess she would be talking...that is, if she could right now... bah, it's not like I even understand anything that's happening anyhow...' As she walked the road, he pondered where she could be heading and where she was taking him, the only possible answer coming to mind was, 'home'. "Rawr?" John blinked upwards at the twitching snout of his captor as she tilted her head to the side in a curious look and stared down the road... as if she saw something in the distance... "Huh?" He followed her gaze down the road, but didn't see anything besides trees to the left and right of them, the black, yellow striped road beneath their feet, and infinite night stretching in all ways before them... "Urk!!" John cried out in surprise as she leapt forward onto all fours again, kicking up dust and dirt as she took off down the road once more. After a short while, if the dark-haired policeman had pulled his head from the bushel of fur in the large werewolf's chest, he would've spotted a small store approaching in the distance... -- Old man Wylker sighed with a relieved grin as the diesel truck pulled up at the backdoor of his store. Tonight's delivery finally arrived. It was after hours at the small family-owned convience store/gas station with the title of 'Wylker's QwikStop'. The store was setup on the side of the road, drawing in customers traveling along the long arduous roads in need of gas and food. There was also residence that came to the store, and eventhough it was alittle distant, it was still the closest store around for those customers. At the backdoor of the store, the two truck drivers opened the doors of the trailer of their parked diesel truck and laid down the ramp so they could begin unloading. The large long trailer was filled with packed cases of beverages and food, but not everything inside of the trailer was for that one store; they were scheduled to make afew more stops before the night was done. "Place everything into the storeroom and I'll deal with it in the morning," The tired owner of the store told them as he stifled a yawn. After this he could finally head home, which happened to only be across the street from the store, and hit the hay. The two drivers nodded in understanding, and used their handcarts to roll out the boxes of meats and such. It wasn't long before most of the ordered goods for the store were unloaded from the trailer. "One more trip, and everything will be unloaded here," The pudgy grey bearded driver with the stitched label name 'Phil' on his shirt, mumbled to himself as he re-entered the climate-controlled trailer. And promptly lost the feeling in his legs and the voice in his throat, falling to his knees at the sight before him. His brain took a long, dragged out moment to try to comprehend what he was looking at.... A huge ...monstrous... animal... crouched down near a crate of meat, gnawing hungrily into a package of cold beef. Nope, it still wasn't registering... -- She was still frustrated. Anxiously she entered the open truck trailer after the smell of the food. To her dismay it was cold, but at this point she didn't care; it was still edible, and still pretty tasty. Remembering her little 'tag- along', she reached into a nearby box, ripping it open with one hand, and offered him the large slab of cold steak she pulled out. Deciding it in his best interest not to disappoint her, he reluctantly took the cold steak and stuck a boned corner of it into his mouth, avoiding the area of the bloody meat. Pleased, she continued her much-needed feast. She barely noticed nor cared about the man who came back in to get the rest of the deliveries, or when he fell to the floor, and crawled trembling and whimpering out of the trailer. -- "You got the rest of-- Hey where's the rest of--??" "There's a monster-- no, maybe it was a bear... nono, there's this FUCKIN' HUGE ASS MONSTER in the trailer eating up everything!!!" The other driver yelled hysterically, looking around for something big to block the backdoor. "Phil, quit clownin' and go get the rest of the stuff so we can get going," The first driver with the stitched in name of 'Harrison' on his shirt, fumed. He wasn't about let himself be fooled by such a terrible joke. He began to have second thoughts however when his partner began to jerk and tug the lottery ticket machine infront of the doorway. "Heyheyheeey!!! Put that back!! Don't you think your overreacting just a LITTLE?!! It's probably justa' bear like you were saying!" The storeowner exclaimed as he rushed over to the man moving his machine. A loud and rowdy argument began between the truck driver and the storeowner, meanwhile the other driver made his way around the two for the backdoor exit. Perhaps there was something to this... "Just great, so now there's sometype of big animal in the trailer..." "Bears don't have red-- red hair-- well I mean--... damnit, bears don't have RED!! ....Maybe it's a bigfoot!!" The silent stares he got from the storeowner and his driving partner was quite unnerving. "I'm serious! That thing I saw was too big for a bear, and it had like, wild red hair!" He emphasized with his hands making wild motions around his head. "...Do bigfoots... have ...tails...?" Harrison asked dazedly, biting the side of his bottom lip, blankly staring past the two. "What?" Confused, Phil turned around to see what Harrison was staring at. Out the back of the trailer, the creature Phil saw exited, stepping out into the path of light coming from the lamps glaring down on the of the store, a piece of fresh cold meat hanging from her muzzle that she quickly snapped down. Each step she took caused the poor steel ramp to cave in and screech loudly, as it was not made for such weight. All three of the men's blood froze in their veins at the sight of her as she rubbed it's stomach in satisfaction, then stretched out her massive limbs, standing tall on the tip of her clawed toes and thrusting out her burgeoning chest as she did, making for an enormous, dumbfounding sight. Her wild, long red mane of hair draped all around her giant furry upper body, and it's long tail twitched idly a foot from the ground. "I... guess... they... do..." the pudgy driver finally choked out, answering a long forgotten question. "Let me get my rifle...." Wylker mumbled aloud, beginning to inch towards the counter. Harrison gasped. "Stay still! I think it might've noticed us..." The enormous creature was indeed gazing in their direction, her nose twitching lightly. When the beastly creature turned her attention to the truck trailer she just exited the three exhaled a breath they hadn’t realized they were holding. She looked it over briefly, then kicked the ramp away from the trailer. All three swallowed a lump in their throats when they watched her dig her thick claw-tipped fingers into the steel of the bumper, and casually hoist the back of the heavy trailer off of it's 8 wheels. Their throats then went dry as she took her first steps, towing the entire 10 ton truck behind her towards the forest. The storeowner made a whimpering sound in the back of her throat. "Then again... I don't think the rifle would've mattered..." "Wait...we can't let it walk off with all our shipments can we??" Phil asked aloud. Harrison locked his gaze on the truck driver. "YOU want to go stop it?" "I'll... go call the police...or ....somethin," The storeowner murmured as he watched the diesel truck disappear into the dark forest, before shakily making his way to his phone. To Be Continued... Author's Rants: I should explain something; Llexem is city I made up for this story, but Virginia however, is the actual state. I should also warn that later chapters may begin to come out slower from this point on; I've become interested in this game engine called M.U.G.E.N., and creating a character for it.... from scratch... including drawing the sprites. That's going to be alot of work, but I'm taking this rather seriously, so my time will be cut between both of these areas, and of course, actual life. Ugh... well, you know the deal! C&C welcome (and encouraged)! Kaiokibuto@hotmail.com