[i]All characters depicted in this work are purely fictional and over the age of consent. Any situation is meant as parody and does not represent any child, living or otherwise.

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Darci whistled to herself as she skipped along down the street, the young bat dressed just like Ash from the Evil Dead. It was Halloween night and she had a bag full of candy, carefully tied on the end of her toy chainsaw. It was more a formality than anything. She loved Halloween, but she would only ever eat the candy she considered the best of the best. She would usually give the rest away to donors at the blood bank as a kind gesture, the girl’s diet naturally causing her to need frequent visits. She was half vampire bat, half flying fox, so she needed a little less blood than a pure vampire bat, but it was still a very necessary part of her diet. Luckily for her, her family owned and ran the blood bank, so there was never any trouble receiving what she needed. 

She was planning on watching all of her favourite horror movies the moment she made it home, the bat overjoyed for what was in her mind, the best holiday of the year. She slowly strolled up to the next house on the block, knocking on the door excitedly. The owners of the home opened the door to see the pretty bat. Anyone could easily make note of how piercing her beautiful blue eyes were. Her fur was grey but had a purplish tinge to it, her hair was a blonde so light it was almost white, and her wings were a mix of black and magenta. “Trick or treat!” she called out triumphantly, holding out her sack of goodies.

“Ooo, an Ash costume!” the male rabbit holding the door open said, his wife chuckling as she dropped some candy into her bag.

“Aren’t you a little young to even know that movie dear?”

Darci shook her head, “No miss, I’ve seen them all, even the new TV show!”

The female rabbit shook her head, “Poor thing, must have so many nightmares.”

Her husband laughed, “Nah honey, some kids just like that sorta thing!”

“Thank you!” the bat called out as she had already left their front porch, biting into a chocolate bar as she left the couple to debate the right age for a cub to watch certain horror films. There was much more candy to be had, so she needed to be quick, wanting to collect from as many houses as possible before the night was done.

After a few more doors had been knocked upon, the bat chose to try the neighbourhood just around the corner from her own, carefully crossing the street to make her way there. However, the moment she had crossed the street, an all too familiar voice called out, low and gruff, “Well lookie here, if it isn’t the little bloodsucker!” She looked up to see a very mean looking bulldog, a bull terrier and hyena with him. They were her bullies at school and although she knew they lived in the area, she had never suspected that they would care to fight her over getting more candy for themselves.

“What are you doing here on our turf bloodsucker? Not enough candy where you belong?” the hyena had spoken next.

Darci looked away, taking a few steps back, “I-I just wanted to see what candy the houses here had. It’s Halloween, I’m allowed to trick-or-treat wherever I like!”

“Why?” the bull terrier spoke up next, “I’ll bet a bloodsucker like you doesn’t even eat candy!”

“I do so!” Darci growled, her fists balling up. She knew it was a fight she wouldn’t win, but she would be damned to not at least try to stand up for herself.

“Why don’t you just hand your candy over?” the bulldog made it sound as if he was offering her some sort of kind favour.

“Yeah bloodsucker!” the bull terrier chimed in again.

The hyena spoke last, starting a snarl that the other two canines would should join in with, “Hand it over! Now!”

“N-no!” the bat protested in what sounded like a cross between a growl and a whimper, looking around to see if anything in her surroundings could help her escape. Her eyes scanned quickly, soon remembering that there was a thick patch of woods just at the end of the block. She turned and immediately booked it, the three bullies from school quickly chasing after her.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going bloodsucker?!” the hyena growled.

The bulldog quickly added to that, “Yeah, bloodsucker! You ain’t gonna get far!” Darci was worried the bulldog might have been right. The chainsaw holding her candy was really slowing her down, especially as it got tangled with the straps on her candy bag. She did everything she could to untangle it, but it was not an easy feat, especially as she had to keep running at the same time. The trio of bullies were hot on her heels and she could not afford to slow down in the slightest. She rounded the corner as she finally made it to the woods, attempting to lose them with all of the trees.

“Hey, where did she go?!” the bull terrier called out at first, which seemed to signal to the bat that she had done a fairly good job at losing them. However, as she slowed them down, she began to slow down herself, the poor bat starting to run out of breath.

She closed her eyes as she rested for a quick moment, squeaking out as a rock suddenly hit her shoulder. “Found her!” the bulldog called out, the three brutish bullies starting to throw rocks at her. They kept pulling them out of the dirt of the forest, pelting them in the poor girl’s direction. She had to begin running again, and the chase was back on. Darci closed her eyes as a few tears escaped her eyelids, not just from being upset, but also as her chest began to hurt from all the energy she was exerting. Eventually she made it to a clearing, a small patch a bit of a ways into the patch of woods where she could see the moon. “There’s no point little bloodsucker!” the bulldog said with a dark laugh, the three bullies chasing her soon in the same clearing, all four of them illuminated by the light of the full Halloween moon, “We’re going to catch you!”

“Yeah, we, w-we…” the hyena’s voice began to trail off. Darci had no idea at first what had stopped him. She collapsed in exhaustion, curling into a ball as she assumed three pairs of fists were to come raining down upon her. Instead though, a snarl began to reach her ears, now that she was able to focus. It was deep, frightening, and wild.

Her three bullies began to back off, the bull terrier whispering, “Uh guys, maybe we should, umm…” They inched away slowly until suddenly, what looked to be a large wolf lunged from the trees, barking and snarling, fangs bared.

“Run!” the bulldog finished his friend’s sentence, the three bullies bolting away, scrambling to find a quick way out of the woods.

For the shortest instance, Darci was thankful that the wolf had saved her from the torment of her school bullies. That was however short lived, as she then began to back up, nervous herself as the wolf turned to approach her instead. She gulped and held her paw out, hoping it might react even slightly the way a regular canine would. “Nice boy, n-nice wolf, you don’t wanna hurt me, right?” she pleaded desperately with the wild animal, step by step the strong creature stepping towards her.

As she staggered back, she was finally able to remove the bag of candy from the end of her chainsaw, letting the sweets rest on the ground next to her. The wolf was soon inches from her face, moving its muzzle closer, nose wiggling as it caught hints of her scent. Darci scrunched up and closed her eyes, fearing the worst. However, there was no further snarling, and rather than the harsh pain of fangs contacting her skin, she was instead treated to a gentle, friendly lick. Her eyes slowly opened again and she hesitantly reached her paw back to pet it. It seemed to be very open to the idea of being pet and even began to press its head under her welcoming paw a few times.

“Y-you’re not so bad after all, huh?” she asked rhetorically, getting a better look at the surprisingly friendly beast. “H-hey, you’re not a wolf at all!” she began to make out some more telling features, “You’re a Malamute!” The dog offered no response, it was too busy nuzzling into its new friend. Darci could tell why it would be easy to mistaken the canine at first, especially in the darkness of the woods. The dog quickly removed the distance between the pair of them, snuggling right into her as she continued to give it loving pets.

Eventually the dog flipped around onto his back, rolling about with its belly exposed. The bat began giving the malamute big scritches and belly rubs, loving how it would yip and pant with clear joy. Darci surveyed the form of the dog, blushing a little as she got a clear view of its sheath and balls, “So I guess I can you a good [i]boy[/i] now, huh?” She kept rubbing, the dog’s tongue lulled out of the side of its mouth, clearly loving every second of the attention. He seemed to be enjoying it a bit too much even, as from the constant stimulation of the bat’s paws, the red tip of his cock began to sneak out of the front of his sheath.

Darci gulped as she caught sight of it, the gleaming thing sending some shivers down her spine. The young bat was still a virgin, and although she had started touching herself just a little bit, it had never evolved to the point of losing her full on virginity. On top of that, she wasn’t ready for the weight of meeting some other fur to take it from her. This new friend of hers however, seemed to come with much less strings attached.

She wrestled with the thought of it, was she really willing to give herself over to a feral sexually? It felt as wrong as it did absurd. The bat lived in the internet age however, and videos as naughty as that were not absent to her radar. It wasn’t easy to admit, but there were a few sites she had frequented in the near past of that exact content, always seeming to do the trick when she needed a little extra help achieving the climax she wanted.

With all this in mind, her curiosity and arousal culminated in a very tough decision, her fingers running through the fur on his belly before reaching his sheath, curling around it. She let out a soft sigh as she began to rub up and down on it, the rest of the red rocket slowly starting to slip out and grow to life, “Is this because of me, boy?” The dog replied with a little grumble, mostly in response to how good her paw felt. She traced along the shape of his length gently, clinging to it as the tip began to get all drippy, “Y-you got a really nice cock!”

She gulped nervously, heart beating wildly as adrenaline coursed through her, she was really about to go through with it. She whispered once more, stroking the shaft itself, “M-may I taste it?” She was well aware it was a formality, as the feral would have no way of understanding her words or communicating back. She was unsure what the etiquette was when having sex with an animal, or if there even was any. She leaned in slowly, each movement carefully placed as to not startle the animal. Her nose wiggled over the surface of the dog’s length, catching whiffs of his scent. She let out a low sigh as shivered in response to his animalistic musk, tongue slowly reaching out.

As her paw squeezed his length, a few squirts of precum shot out onto her tongue, the bat letting out a murmured moan as the salty taste hit her taste buds. It was quite overwhelming, a very strong, very specific taste. It had a little bit of an iron quality to it, but having blood in her diet left her more than prepared for that. Her lips sealed tightly around the tip of the feral’s cock, her lips suckling at it gently as she continued to moan out. Her tongue wiggled over the slit of the dog’s cock, collecting every little droplet of precum she was treated to.

The canine’s tongue was lulled out once more to the side of his muzzle as he panted happily, completely filled with joy as the pretty bat kept servicing him. Her lips soon bobbed up and down, swallowing the dog’s entire length into her muzzle blissfully. Darci let out more gentle coos as she swallowed his entire length up, lips resting at the edge of the thick knot that finally emerged from the canine’s sheath. Her eyes were closed as she kept suckling softly, continually pressing her lips down until she was practically out of breath.

She let out a long exasperated inhale when she finally pulled away, stroking the dog’s length with her paw, “Y-you got a really nice cock boy!” The dog gave her a friendly rumble in response. She looked around to make sure they were still alone, letting go of the dog’s shaft as she began peeling her costume off, “I-I need you to help me with something handsome!” The canine rolled back onto his feet, tail wagging as he watched the bat curiously. The bat was eventually left standing in just her panties, taking a deep breath before she began to slide those down as well. There was a line of sticky arousal trailing from her as she slid the garment of clothing down, her cheeks flushing red as she commented on it aloud, “O-oh goodness!”

The dog had already caught the scent of said arousal in the air, and was quick to place his snout curiously between her legs. Darci began to whimper as the damp nose touched her sensitive folds, the dog giving her soaked sex eager sniffs. “Easy boy, e-eas-oh-ohh!” the bat stuttered as the dog had decided to roll his tongue over her pussy, lapping at the sticky fluids that dripped from her. His firm, flat tongue slid around over the surface of her pussy lips, lapping furiously as his shaft continued to bob and squirt. Her eyes rolled back as she dropped down onto his muzzle, loving how it felt, “Th-that feels so good!”

The canine’s tongue was perfect. Despite being a feral animal, the dog’s tongue was doing all the right motions. To add to it, it was warm and wet, stimulating the entire surface of the bat’s already deeply aroused body. The young cub began to grind over the malamutes muzzle, panting and moaning with each slide of the beast’s tongue, “Ahh, th-that’s it! That! Oh my god!” Her eyes were rolled back, cheeks flushed, breath and heartbeat both increasing in pace to the point where the bat felt dizzy. She tried her best to take deep breaths, but it barely helped, within a short time Darci was soon squealing out, squirting all over the dog’s muzzles.

The dog let out a surprised yip, but got to lapping her clean, the bat giggling a little anxiously, “Heh, s-sorry boy!” She stepped away for a moment, her legs feeling rather wobbly. She dropped down onto all fours, not even on purpose really, but it was perfect for her feral companion. He stepped towards her, and gave her soaked sex a final sniff and lick. His tail was wagging, and his cock throbbing, Darci turning to see what position the pair of them were finding themselves in, “Ahh, I…” she thought to herself. It was her last chance to back out, she did want it, but she was scared. She weighed the pros and cons in her head for the minute amount of time she was given to do so, before finally spreading her legs out for the dog, whispering to him, “G-go ahead… I’m yours!”

Despite not mastering any form of language, the posture was the only permission the animal needed, hopping up suddenly to mount the bat. It took a few tries at first, especially with the awkward addition of wings, but after a few moments of wasted humping, the head of his cock poked at her pussy. “Y-yes, right there boy!” Darci exclaimed in excitement, feeling the humping begin, “Almost, just a little to the… ahh!” She had cried out in sudden pain as the dog’s cock forced its way in, tearing through the bat’s virginity. Tears filled her eyes as stinging filled up her lower body, white hot pain intensely filling all of her senses. She knew it would be this way, the threat of pain being the main culprit for her even still having her virginity intact.

The dog was nonplused by the sound of the girl’s pain, his own pleasure taking priority in his simpler feral mind. His thrusts had increased in pace quite quickly, the dog hammering away at her poor little pussy. Blood had begun trickling down her legs, but that didn’t stop the bat from being willing. In fact, at that moment she was solely focused on dealing with the pain, trying to relax her body until it had subsided. She took slow, deep breaths, trying to remain calm and relaxed so the dog’s thrusting wouldn’t cause her any lingering pain.

The canine was soon yipping out with much excitement as his knot began to make a gentle [i]plap plap[/i] against her folds, desperate to get in. As he continued to pant, yip and thrust, Darci’s sense of pain dissipated into a heavy bloating feeling, which was coupled with intense pleasure. “That’s it, don’t stop!” she eventually was able to call out, in between all the heavy lunges that animal was giving into her. She had begun to pant almost like a dog herself, the bat and beast connected in an intense sexual companionship.

The malamute’s hips kept colliding with the bat’s rump, pants and yips only growing more intense. The pair was making a lot of lewd noises, and with each thrust, aided in part by the blood and arousal that kept the dog’s cock slicked, the knot got closer and closer to entering the young cub. She was unsure if she would be able to take it, but was desperate to try. The cub closed her eyes once more and focused. She focused on relaxing her muscles, relishing on the pleasure, ignoring the pain, every detail in order to be ready for the dog’s heavy knot. “Do it boy!” she cried out passionately, “Claim your bitch!”

The canine let out a bark that seemed to have a trace of a howl in it, giving a few more frenzied thrusts into her. The bat pushed back against each thrust, wanting so badly to feel what it was like to be knotted. The malamute was clearly on board with this idea, his thrusts only gaining more momentum. The cub’s pussy was spreading slowly but surely with the knot’s intrusion, eventually opening just enough that the dog was able to stuff the bulbous flesh into her. Her eyes were wide, muzzle agape, shock flooding her system as she had been stuffed to the brim with the animal’s sexual organ. “F-fuck!” she cried out, swearing as pain returned. The bloating only got worse, but as her pussy gave spasms from the intrusion of the heavy knot, she began to feel a pleasure that rivalled that pain.

The dog had begun to turn the other way already, causing the bat to flip around, half on her back. The dog stood the opposite direction and simply panted, somewhat resting after the heavy mating session. Darci reached around to hold her legs spread apart, panting and moaning as she reeled from the intense feeling inside of her. She shivered as another climax reach her, small traces of blood still present, as the freshly deflowered cub was left in a state of pure bliss. “G-good boy!” she eventually panted out, resting as she knew the pair would remain locked together for some time, “I may need to take you home with me!” The dog simply grumbled, satisfied as could be.

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As time passed, the pair was eventually free of each other, the bat wearing her costume once more, chewing on some favourite candies as she walked side by side with her feral companion. She smiled down at him as he followed her home, the bat assuming that was evidence enough to prove he was in need of a good home. “I sure hope my parents let me keep you!” she reached down to pet him, the malamute letting out a happy yip from the affection, “I suppose you’re gonna need a name, aren’t you?”

Within due time, the pair were almost back at Darci’s home, the girl having been focusing on choosing a good name for her new friend. She snapped her fingers together just as they reached the front doorsteps to her home, “I’ve got it! How about Fenrir?” The dog let out a happy bark, and Darci laughed, leaning down to give him a warm embrace, “Alright. Fenrir it is!”