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SKINWALKER x NB protagonist - NSFT/NSFW STORY - PART 1

TW: Blood, CNC

Sorry it’s a two parter 😔, it was a product of a 4 am hyper focus

You open your eyes to the inside of your dimly lit tent. The memories seep into your mind: after years of peer pressure from your old friends, you begrudgingly said yes to a camping trip in the woods. You had been convinced that it was safe; a “tranquil” place where you can really “escape the hustle and bustle of your boring desk job.” Maybe that was true, but every time you averted your gaze to the trees in the horizon from that very same desk, you were rushed with the sense of dread and enmity. Something was there, and for the many years you had been avoiding it: you could feel it watching. Yet, here you are laying in a tent in the very centre of it… Shrouded in darkness.The crunch of leaves startle you, making you bolt upright. You pat the ground for your flashlight before slipping in your boots and unzipping the front of your tent, crouching and stepping your way out into the dark clearing. On first glance, you noticed the familiar figure of your friend positioned a few feet away from the other tents, facing a bush with their back towards you. A sense of relief washed over you. “How can you go to the toilet so easily out here, it’s so unnerving...” You chuckle, the icy chill in the air already beginning to crack your lips.He shrugs his shoulders, continuing to finish his business. Sighing, you avert your gaze, trying to give the man a sense of privacy.

You point your flashlight to the surrounding area, the yellow gaze illuminating the scene in front of you. The other tents were gone; not even a ground peg had been left behind. Panic took hold of you: it’s grip tightening as you frantically look around. Maybe they moved the tents? Had they left you and your friend behind? “Wait, where is everyone?… What happened to the tents?” Crouching down to the ground for a closer inspection, you see the foot prints of what you assume to be one of the group members: except, it wasn’t round like the outdoor boots, it was completely bare. Had someone left completely bare foot?

“They can’t be too far without their shoes so-“ You swing your head over your shoulder, only to look up at the figure now towering over you. He wasn’t your friend: not anymore. Its whole body began to morph and crack, bones snapping under the skin whilst muscle fibres ripped apart. You fall backwards onto your rear, fumbling as the creature continues to bend and break itself anew. You couldn’t take your eyes away from the gruesome metaphorphosis, let alone try to escape from it. It didn’t take long for the creature to finally stand still: it’s face now reminiscent of a deer skull; it’s antlers stripped down bare to the bone. The creatures skin below its head was black, it’s torso almost human-like except for the long black claws at the ends of its hands and feet. It’s legs, however, were far from human; they were bent backwards like the back legs of a deer, except more crooked and grotesque.

Despite the hollow space for eyes, you could feel it lock onto you. In the moment of silence, something inside you finally snaps; you quickly swing around and scramble to your feet. It was short lived though, as you feel a great force kick your back. You fall forwards and skid into the muddied floor, feeling the wind get knocked right out of you. Without even a second to think, you feel a large claw grip your ankle and drag you like a rag doll across the floor - the rough terrain cutting into your cheek. You scream and desperately try to dig your nails into the grass, leaving trails of claw marks as you went. “NO! NO PLEASE!” You cry, trying to kick and rip yourself away to no avail. The campsite begins to be engulfed in darkness as you are dragged into a small clearing of the woods, with the only thing breaking the silence being the sound of your very own blood-curdling cries.

The ground is pulled away from you as you are lifted into the air, dangling in front of the creature like a mouse caught by its tail. You try your best to use your free leg by kicking the creature’s hand, attempting to pull yourself up and force it to release you, but it didn’t even budge. You could feel it toying with you, amused by your pitiful effort. After a few moments of watching you writhe under its grip, the creature takes its other claw and presses it into your torso: the needle-like tips piercing through the layers of clothing before hitting your skin. It jerked it’s claw downwards, ripping your shirt and coat apart before leaving four long cuts down your chest and abdomen. The sudden exposure to the cold air and pain making your body jolt, gasping and squirming under the monster’s grip. Blood began to ooze out the marks, slowly trickling down your chest and neck. “No more… please…” You whimper pathetically, letting your body go limp. The creature was deafeningly silent, not even the whisper of its breath escaped its jaws; the only sound that ever escaped it being the creaking of its limbs as it moved. Cracking open it’s jaw, its tongue began to slither out towards you, bringing you closer and licking the beads of blood that had dribbled over you. You shiver and whine at the uncomfortable sensation, the tongue feeling like a snake trailing your body. Tears and blood began to drip onto the grass floor below, saliva now mixing with them on your torso as the creature continued to almost explore your upper body. However, it wasn’t long before you felt it glide upwards toward your crotch. You strain your head to look up, seeing the tongue press under your pajama bottoms, your breath hitching as you realised where it was headed. “Wait, don’t!” You writhe and plead but, despite your desperate efforts, the beast continued its ascent. The feeling the moist tendril against such a private area quickly sent warmth surging between your legs.