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It was spooky season in The Fog. According to the Entity at least. The spontaneous appearance of pumpkins and void portals was one of those events that many Survivors took comfort in. Time had passed. They had survived (presumably) another year. Often, the rationale of the best adjusted survivors was: If we’re stuck here forever, why not make the most of it? So the majority of them engaged in the festivities. Dwight was the first with his Toilet Paper Mummy. He stuck out like a sore thumb. Despite being a timid guy, his game in the Trials improved exponentially when he wore an absurd costume. Most of the time, anyway. Mikaela got on board quickly with her witchy outfits. Though this year she mixed it up with a cat look. Some of the other survivors suspected the new look had something to do with Sable, her “roommate”, who entered the Fog in the last year. Sable’s “spider” outfit looked very witchy, and had glowing features that matched Mikaela’s. Next year it would be an outright couples Halloween costume no doubt. And so the survivors, and even some killers, picked up their Halloween dress and headed out to the Trials with a renewed vigour.
Jake has had one Halloween outfit for a long time, and stuck with it. Jake loves his Werewolf costume. Every year in the Fog, (and some years before), it’d been the same. He’d finished his Trials for the day, so it was time for him to begin his yearly Halloween trek into the woods surrounding Survivor Camp. He carried with him a hiking bag, and walked a familiar path towards a clearing lit by unnatural moonlight. The fog was thick that night, and the clouds heavy. He dared to wonder if the path had changed since he last took this walk. In the Entity’s Realm, it was more than possible. He walked 5 minutes longer than he normally would. He knew better than to venture too far off the path, so he decided here would have to do. Jake sat himself on the roots on a great tree. Curled up with his werewolf mask on his forehead, the fake fur peeking out of his red flannel and boots kept him warm. He pulled out a flask of hot chocolate and rummaged through his bag for his special Halloween comics. It was nice to have a special ritual in the Fog. The anticipation of Halloween and his Halloween secret kept him sane through some tough Trials. Because having a secret in the Fog, one that no survivors, Killers, or even the Entity knew about gave him peace. He thumbed through the pages, soft from wear and tear, to find Issue #1. The one where the boy meets the werewolf. He began to read by the light of his flashlight.
He didn’t know how many times he’d read the comics. The series was still being published before he was taken into The Fog. Eagerly he poured through the pages, drinking up every detail of the art. He especially loved Issue #14, where the boy realised that the man he’s been falling madly in love with may in fact be the very same werewolf that’s been stalking him every month. In #15, the boy confronted him, and Jake couldn’t help it. He always tried to savour each page but as the plot escalated so did his reading pace. In #16, the Werewolf/love interest disappeared, so the boy went out into the forest to look for him, even though it was the night of the full moon. In #17, he found him, and the love interest pinned him to the wall of his isolated log cabin. “You have to run. You have to get away! I cannot control myself when I am in wolf form.” Jake traced the words under the clawed finger of his gloves, and whispered aloud to himself as he read, “But we’re in love! I know you won’t eat me! I know it! I want to be with you - every part of you. I want to help you through it.” And the transformation begins. Jake always loved this part. “I won’t eat you. I’ll do something worse.” The werewolf growls, and his sharp fangs cut through his gums. “You’re too-” The werewolf pulls away from the boy and clutches at his head. “You’re too sexy! Your natural pheromones will send me into a rut!” The werewolf doubles over. The boy blushes. “You mean- You mean you’ll be filled with uncontrollable lust for me in your big buff werewolf form?” The werewolf falls to the ground. His heaving back muscles stretch the fabric of his shirt. Text around the panel reads “rip” as the seams burst open, revealing a toned furry back. “You don’t understand. There will be no me. Only the wolf. And the wolf- AAAGH” The boy runs over to the werewolf to help him. The next line always got him. The font is different, bold. Jake could hear the deep gravelly voice in his head. The love interest looks back up at the boy, his face now completely shifted into that of a handsome wolf. “The wolf must breed.”
He’s never told anyone, but he has a bit of a thing for werewolves. Whenever a new killer was announced, there was a small part of him that secretly hoped it would be a Werewolf. They came close with the latest killer, Dracula, who had a wolf form. Jake was curious, but upon seeing the beast, he was a little too wolf and not enough were. Nothing like the hunk of a werewolf in the comics. Or the many movies and books he used to read before the Fog. Long over the disappointment (blue balls) of getting taken into the Fog before the release of Issue #18, Jake had a mental anthology of subsequent chapters. Although, there was a lot less plot in his version and a lot more… breeding. Jake’s eyes raked over the image of the sexy shirtless werewolf, over and over again. The last panel showed the blushing protagonist laying on the ground beneath the great, howling monster whose gratuitous bulge was tastefully covered only by the remains of his torn pants.
Jake’s own pants felt too tight now. He unzipped his fly and pulled his erection out of his pants. The sight of his paw glove touching himself added to the thrill. Jake closed his eyes and let his many, many fantasy chapters flood his mind. Why couldn’t the Entity give him a damn werewolf Killer? Maybe She did know about his little secret, and was actively not introducing any werewolves just to spite him. There could be no joy in the Fog unless it comes in the form of bloodpoints or a speed boost from a “Treat” pumpkin.
Jake was completely absorbed by his fantasy, jerking himself as he chased his completion. It took him far too long to notice the figure looming in the dark nearby. It was only when he heard the breathing that his eyes snapped open. Oh no. Oh god no. There, in the fog in front of him, stood Michael Myers. He was mortified. Of all the people to catch him, it had to be the one that definitely had a grudge against him. It was damn near obsessive. Should he have toned down his sabotage saves in Trials? No, he loved tormenting Michael. But he should have known it would come back to bite him. His secret was out, but at least it’d been found out by the Killer that didn’t talk.
Jake leapt to his feet and ran in the opposite direction. In his panic he didn’t even have time to put his dick away. He sprinted, as fast as he could, hopping over stumps and rocks and roots, with his erection swinging against his legs. Michael was always close behind. He seemed to grow closer every moment despite never breaking into a run. In his frantic sprint, Jake stumbled into the clearing. He tripped, and rolled onto his back and scrambled away from the Killer. He tried to stand and run, but his legs trembled with fear, and he fell backwards again. He’d heard rumours about what happens if a Killer caught you outside of a Trial. He’d never had any trouble on his Halloween outings before. He’d gotten cocky. Stupid.
Michael stepped out of the trees and stormed towards Jake.
“No. No. No no no no no, please no.” Jake didn’t even realise he was speaking. To Michael, to the Entity, to God. He just hoped he was making it all up. Michael stood right above him, knife raised and ready to strike. But then something strange happened. The clearing lit up with moonlight as the clouds passed over, and Michael dropped the knife with a grunt. Jake scrambled back further, but then froze in place, confused by what he was seeing.
Michael fell to his knees and grunted again. He groaned in pain and clutched at his sides. He fell forward onto his hands and knees and the groans turned to growls.
“What?” Jake gasped in shock.
Michael hunched over and started writhing. Something dripped out of the bottom of his mask. His back heaved as shoulders and biceps strained against his jumpsuit. Was he getting bigger? Jake was still clutching the comic in his left hand. He looked to the open page, then back to Michael.
“What?!”
RRRIIIPPP
The arms of Michaels jumpsuit tore off, revealing dark brown, furry, gigantic arms. His hands were elongated, growing into sharp claws.
“WHAT?!” Jake cried.
Michael began convulsing, and more of his jumpsuit began to tear. The seams of the legs popped open, revealing through the tattered remains, similarly furry, huge, strong legs. Something swooshed behind him. A tail?
Then Michael began to claw at his chest. Suddenly he threw himself upright and tore open the front of his jumpsuit. Jake couldn’t believe his eyes. Michael’s body looked just like the werewolf hunk from the comic. Large pectorals protruded above a set of firm, well defined abs. Fur covered his whole torso. It was thicker in the centre of his chest, extending up to his neck. Thick, fluffy fur poked out from under his mask. Through the eyeholes, Jake caught a glimpse of glowing yellow eyes.
“No fucking way.” he whispered.
The mask began to stretch as a snout grew beneath it. In Michael’s last act under the moonlight as a man, he yanked off the mask and tossed it to the side.
Before Jake, kneeled a gigantic furry man-beast, whose head was undoubtedly that of a wolf’s.
Jake’s jaw dropped. He expected a howl, but instead the wolf began to sniff the air. Its wet nose twitched as it caught onto a scent. It’s eyes turned on Jake.
Jake was completely in shock. He knew that even if he had the capacity to move he would never be able to outrun this beast. He sat completely still. Maybe if he was still enough, the wolf wouldn’t see him as a threat, and would leave him alone. Though, he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted it to leave him alone.
Even clad from shoulder to thigh in the remains of Michael’s blue jumpsuit, the wolf really did look like the one from the comic. Its fur was darker, its eyes more luminous. The open jumpsuit framed Michael’s torso nicely, barely clinging onto him. It led the eyes down the chest to a fluffy happy trail, over a strange mound, and down to big fluffy testicles that hung out over the edge of the jumpsuit. Jake was a little disappointed that this werewolf was not sporting a giant erection like his comic book crush.
The Michael-Wolf leaned forwards onto its forepaws. Its eyes were focused right on Jake. Jake watched with dread as the wolf stalked towards him on four legs. It sniffed the air again, and its eyes shifted from Jake’s face to his still very exposed, very hard, very leaking cock.
Jake’s eyes widened. The wolf sniffed his cock. He could feel the wolf’s hot breath on it and more precum pulsed out of his tip. The wolf’s lip curled up into a snarl over its sharp fangs and bloody gums. It growled.
Jake closed his eyes and turned away in a grimace. Keep calm, Jake. Keep calm.
Then he felt the big wet tongue lap at his tip.
“Ah!” He yelped. It tickled. Then the wolf licked again. Jake opened his eyes and watched as the wolf lapped at his cock again and again. It licked the tip, and slobbered down the underside, and all the way down the shaft until it had lapped up all of Jake’s dribbled pre. And then it kept going. It licked him like it loved the taste. Like it was thirsty. The wolf lapped and slobbered on Jake’s cock like a dog trying to lick every last remnant of flavour from its bowl. Its tongue was thick and firm, and it felt amazing. The wolf licked at the root of his cock, its furry muzzle brushed against his sensitive pelvis. His hips bucked, and the wolf looked up at him with those piercing eyes.
It lapped back up to the tip, and then it opened its jaws and engulfed Jake’s cock in its huge mouth. Jake was ready to scream. But then the wolf started bobbing its head up and down, working his cock with its tongue. Good god, getting head had never felt this good. Jake tried really hard to sit still, scared of the sharp fangs currently surrounding his member. The wolf’s tongue was so long it could easily reach the entire length of his dick, and probably his balls too. Jake let out quiet whimpers as the wet muscle slid up and down his cock. Holy shit he was getting sucked off by a werewolf. Was it a dream?
Slowly, carefully, he extended a single, gloved hand towards the wolf. The wolf watched, ceaselessly coating Jake’s manhood with thick dog-spit. He touched the side of the wolf’s face, and waited, checking that he hadn't startled it. The wolf stopped watching him and tried to reach its tongue further into his pants to lick at his balls. Jake gasped. He ran his little fake claws through the bushy fur along the wolf’s head and neck. It looked so soft and lustrous. It was beautiful. Jake pat the beast as it licked his balls, the length of its tongue still pressed hard into his cock. Jake’s hips twitched. He was getting close. Oh god he was getting head from a werewolf. The wolf tugged at his pants with its forepaw, and then shredded them right off of him. Jake gripped into its fur tightly. He started to thrust into its mouth. It was a dangerous game he was playing but it felt so fucking good. The wolf laved its tongue over his balls and the base of his cock. It’s bushy fur brushed against his thighs. It licked at him fervently, returning to the tip to lap up the fresh burst of precum. His tip was so sensitive. The fast dog licks were too much. He couldn’t stop himself - he dropped the comic and began to fist the base of his cock. The beast suckled on his tip and then, he came. Semen pumped all over the wolf’s open jaw, spurting onto its teeth and tongue. The wolf licked its teeth, and its pupils dilated. It sat back onto its haunches and howled at the moon. It was so loud that Jake could feel it in his chest. And then Jake caught something glistening in the moonlight. Shiny wet liquid dripped from an opening in the mound at the beast’s crotch. The wolf looked back at Jake, jaws open and tongue hanging out. It’s tail wagged. And from the dark mound a pointed pink thing peaked out of the hole. Wait. He knew what that was. Why hadn’t it occurred to him that a werewolf wouldn’t have a human cock?
Jake’s stomach dropped. Post-nut clarity kicked in. That was a fucking werewolf. A huge fucking werewolf. A huge fucking werewolf that was also Michael Myers . A huge fucking werewolf that was also Michael Myers, whose pink pointed cockhead was probably the size of Jake’s entire fist. Fuck. Enough with his calm spirit, it was time to run.
He leaped up and turned around to run, but the wolf caught him by his flannel. It shredded that too, tearing it and the undershirt beneath in one move. Both fell completely off him. Great, no clothes. Wearing nothing but his wolf mask, gloves, and fur lined boots, he ran.
Jake heard the wolf howl again behind him. He took what little head start it gave him to sprint as far as he could. Hearing the panting beast and heavy footfalls behind him as he sprinted stark naked through the fog was a little thrilling. He had to remind himself that getting caught was a bad thing. He’d wanted to run back to camp but he had no idea which way that even was anymore. He looked for any climbable trees but they were all too tall, branches way above his head. Maybe he could run in a loop and circle back round to the clearing? And maybe he could find somewhere to hide. He made a sharp left and pressed himself against a tree. Hopefully the wolf wouldn’t realise he’s stopped. He heard the beast run past him on four legs, and, quietly as he could, crawled into a bush. He waited a moment. Silence. All he could hear was his beating heart. He crept out of the bush on his hands and knees, and he heard the crunch of leaves under heavy paws . He looked around but he couldn't see it. He tried to crawl forward silently, peering around the trunk of another tree to try to spot the wolf. He looked left, and then he looked right and something dripped onto his shoulder. He looked up and saw the wolf’s head leaning over his shoulder, salivating. Jake whimpered.
Bent over on his hands and knees, he was practically presenting himself to the beast. The werewolf agreed, and mounted him. It dawned on Jake that the wolf was even bigger than he thought it was. It dwarfed him. Its hind legs were on either side of his thighs, one foreleg is way in front of his head and the other rested on his shoulder, stopping him from moving. The back of his head pressed against the wolf’s stomach. He could feel its bushy happy trail tickling his entire back. And right at the base of his spine, he felt the pink cockhead drip slick onto him. The wolf started humping him.
Jake struggled but the werewolf’s strong legs caged him in, and the foreleg on his shoulder pushed down. He caved under the weight, his chest fell to the ground and his mask fell down over his face. HIs vision was restricted. He could feel the wolf-cock engorge along his back. As it humped him, the pink thing slid out of its sheath in one long, steady movement. He felt it grow and grow, he thought it was never going to stop. It was one big distinct organ. No foreskin, no defined cockhead, just a smooth, pointed tip. He felt the bumps of its veins as it slid against him. It reached the length of his arm before he felt a large bump exit the sheath and it stopped growing. The big, wet member slid up and down his back, coating him with juices and the wolf’s scent. It gave his back a few more thrusts before he felt the python slide into his crevice. He struggled. Jake struck the paw holding his back down with his arm. But it did nothing. His glove paws looked so silly and near dainty next to the real thing. He felt the pointed tip of the gigantic cock press against his hole. It pushed in.
Jake’s whole body felt electric as the tip of the gigantic cock breached him. The point made it easier for Jake’s hole to accommodate the fist sized tip. The wolf began humping again, pressing the tip in and out, stretching him. It actually felt amazing. Jake moans. He’d never felt pleasure like it. It was so smooth. So slick, its shape perfectly designed for penetration. He was just starting to get used to it when it slid in deeper.
Holy shit. That stretch hurt a little, but the pleasure was so intense. The werewolf continued thrusting at this new depth until Jake started moaning. And then it slid more in. He was about two fists deep now. Jake had never taken anything this big before. Already, it felt like it was rearranging his insides. It pulled out further and pushed back in, brushing against his sweet spot in the process. Jake wailed. The werewolf’s cock throbbed inside him. It gave a long thrust again. It kept up those long thrusts, pulling back until the tip was almost completely out, and then pushing back into the same depth. Jake felt so incredibly full. He was getting hard again.
And then it slid in deeper. Jesus Christ, how long was that thing? He thought back to the feeling of it on his back and he cried out. No way. No way could he take that. At three fists deep that must be nearly 9 inches. Jake thought he might pass out. But the thing was relentless in stretching him just right and hitting his sweet spot. It thrust its hips faster, slipping in a little further again with each thrust.
“Shit. fuck. fuck . fuck. ohhh.my.godddd.” Jake started groaning incomprehensible nonsense. Jake’s eyes rolled back into his head and he started to feel dizzy. His body was overwhelmed with sensation. The wolf growled above him. It was so fucking hot. Jake growled back and the wolf bucked its hips faster. Like its tongue, the wolf’s cock pressed against every part of his insides. The stretch alone guaranteed that some part of the beast pressed into his prostate. He felt more spots light up inside him, like he had multiple sweet spots that he never even knew existed. Jake’s vision started to black out. He felt like he was going to split in two. He was so incredibly full of the wolf cock. Jake was getting fucked by a werewolf. His insides were stretched around a big disgusting dog cock. The wolf was drooling on the floor in front of him, it’s pants and growls so fucking loud. Jake was getting railed by a werewolf and oh my god it was better than he ever could have imagined. The wolf pulled out to the tip again and slid back in. The in movement just kept going. And going, Jake felt the wet flesh glide against his insides, stretching him around the unfamiliar intrusion. And his body took it, like he was made for it. It kept sliding in, further than Jake could fathom actually existed inside him. Yep, he was definitely gonna get ripped apart. Impaled on a never ending werewolf cock. Death by snu snu. Jake stuck his tongue out, panting like the big dog that was still pushing its cock in. He couldn’t see at all. He couldn’t perceive anything but the fullness and a level of pleasure he couldn’t even conceive of before now. Nothing existed. Just this pleasure. There was no Entity, no Realm, no death. Just the big dirty dog cock that - finally came to a halt. Jake could hardly breathe.
He felt the wet, hot knot press against his hole. If the tip was the size of his fist, the knot must be 3 times that size. The knot massaged his rim and the wolf’s huge balls knocked against his own. The beast pulled out only a little this time, seemingly content with grinding its knot against his hole. It felt so good. So unimaginably good. Jake gripped the furry foreleg and felt the soft fluffy balls swinging against his thighs and scrotum. The grinding of the knot was going to send him over again. He was drunk. He was in ecstasy. Jake howled as he came untouched, and the wolf howled with him. He blacked out.
When he came to, he’s on his back, and the werewolf was still inside him. He was immediately aware that his whole body felt alight with such intense ecstasy it hurt. But even the pain felt good. The werewolf was thrusting slowly, those big, long movements that pulled out right to the tip and then slid in for what felt like forever until it reached the knot. He swore that the cock had replaced his actual insides. He felt it all through him, under his skin. Jake’s body didn’t exist anymore, it was just a hole for this beast to stretch around its monstrous cock. He opened his eyes. Through the holes of his mask he saw the wolf sitting on its haunches, holding his hips with its forepaws. Its long fingers wrapped around his entire waist, its claws dug into him and he couldn’t even feel it break skin. His spent cock was licked clean. It was bright red, and lay soft against his hip. He saw the great big bulge of the beast’s cock sticking out of his tummy. Jake groaned. He was still, so turned on.
The werewolf pulled out to the tip, and Jake felt his insides hollow. If not for the gliding pressure that kept stretching his hole he would have felt empty, sad. And when the tip was about to slip out the wolf pressed back in. And it went in, and in, and in, and in, and Jake felt and saw his body stretch around it and light up with pleasure. And in, and in, and in, and the knot. Jake gasped. The wolf looked up at him. The yellow of its irises were thin rings around its dinner plate pupils. Still seated on its hind legs, it bent over Jake, folding him in half as it brought its face right up to his. It continued its long thrusts, but now it picked up the pace.
Jake moaned, and the wolf stuck its tongue under his mask into his open mouth. Jake’s body was weak. He could barely move. All he could do was lick the big dog tongue as it lapped at every crevice in his mouth. It licked the roof of his mouth (and the cock slid in and in and deeper in still) and along his teeth (and the cock kept sliding in, squeezing his sweet spots and never stopping). It licked the inside of his cheeks, (and stretching in further and the knot kneaded his rim). It licked his tongue and he lapped it back (the cock slid out, and out, and out and out). It really wasn’t kissing, just fevered licking on both sides (and out, and out, still moving out to the tip). Jake sucked on the big meaty tongue like he was giving head (the cock slid back in and deep and deeper still). He bobbed his head on it (In, stretching him, moulding him). The wolf licked his tonsils (filling him, stretching him, breaking him) and he gagged (pressing in, hilting at the knot). The wolf persisted (pulling out, sliding out, leaving him empty) and pressed its tongue down his throat (pulling out, sliding through his rim, just the tip). Jake grabbed on to the furry chest, so warm, so soft, so strong. The wolf slid its cock in at the same time as it’s tongue fucked Jake’s throat. It brought its paw-hands from his hips to pin his knees to his shoulders. As the cock pushed in from this new position,it reached a depth it hadn't hit before. Again, more pleasure rocketed through his stretched insides. Jake moaned around the thick tongue. The tongue pushed in and out of his throat the same way the cock slid in and out of his hole, both growing faster, rougher, harder. Each thrust of the wolf’s hips was punctuated now, and Jake realised what it was doing.
The werewolf slid its tongue out of his throat and he gasped, suddenly dizzy with oxygen. It licked and sniffs at his neck, scenting him. Jake was panting, mumbling something
“Oooohohh ohhh oh breed me” He groaned as the knot finally slipped into him. It popped back out, stretching his hole, and then back in. Jake’s tongue lolled out of his mouth and his eyes rolled back. One of his hands dropped from the creature's chest and landed on his stomach, where he felt the bulge of the monstrosity moving inside him.
“breed me, knot me, make me your mateaaaa-aaah”
The knot pushed in and out as the creature held him firmly in mating press. The monster was breeding him. Jake felt his soft cock drool precome, a final offer to the wolf when it had already taken all he could give.
“Oh yeahyeahyea knot me, knot me, fill me up Michael-” Michael? Where did that come from? The wolf’s eyes flickered with recognition, and it fucked him harder.
“Yes yes yes breed me Michael, breed meee ah” Jake’s cock twitched, and he cums dry.
The wolf growled and its thrusts grew more powerful, shaking Jake’s exhausted body with each push. And then the knot entered one last time and didn't come back out. Jake felt it swell inside him, squeeze his prostate, his cock tried to produce cum, it twitched soft and pathetic against him. And then the wolf- Michael - ejaculated, pumping gratuitous amounts of semen into Jake. He didn’t think he could feel any fuller, but he did. He writhed under the great monster, his body convulsed uncontrollably at the sensation. And then, once more, he blacked out.
This time he awoke, totally blissed out. So stretched and used and full of cum. His knees were released back to his sides. He ground his hips. He heard a grunt. He opened his eyes and saw the wolf was gone. There was a man laying on top of him in a tattered jumpsuit, arms wrapped around Jake’s shoulder and cradling his head. The man's face was pressed against his neck. His cock was still buried inside of him, and apparently still had a knot. He turned his head to look at the man, but Michael gripped his head firmly and held him still.
“Man, you just fucked me as a werewolf and you still don’t want me to see your face?”
Michael shook his head.
“Yeah. Yeah alright I guess.” Michael ground into him.
Jake moaned, and ground back. “Huh, I just had freaky werewolf sex with Michael Myers.”
Michael huffed, and nodded. Jake caressed Michaels back. “And did Michael Myers enjoy freaky werewolf sex?” Michael stilled. Jake rolled his hips and Michael nodded.
Jake huffed a laugh.
“So… any idea how long we’re stuck like this?’
Michael shrugged.
“Huh,” Jake pet Michael’s back and played with his hair. Michael’s knot was still swollen against his prostate. It felt sweet and nice. They ground their hips together gently, not chasing any pleasure, just enjoying the contact.
“This isn’t so bad.” Michael nipped Jake’s neck with his teeth. Jake gasped. Michael licked the bite and Jake shuddered.
They lay there in silence. Then a thought struck Jake. He pulled his wolf mask off of his had and slid it over Michael’s.
“There, we can look at each other now.”
The mask only covered the top of Michael’s face, which meant Jake could see his lips make a displeased scowl.
“Hey what else are we supposed to do when we get unstuck?”
Michael reached for his knife. He’d dropped it in the clearing. He made a stabbing motion into Jake’s chest.
“Wow! Really? Michael, I'm hurt.” Jake joked.
Michael laughed.
… And then they had kinky werewolf sex every full moon (which is a lot in The Fog) and lived happily ever after. Yeah ngl I had no idea how to end this.
Thanks for reading!