Pocket

“Well . . . now what?” “Iunno. W-wanna fuck again, *burrrp*?” It’d been a week since I met Rick in person. 6 years counting how long I’d known him as a werewolf in vr chat. We finally met in person after he broke into, well, portaled into my house. He told me he found my address by pretending to be hacked on Discord. I’d click a phishing link he sent me that day apparently. And I here I was, so excited to play be a beta tester for his furry game too. Bummer. But it’d been nice meeting the person behind that deliciously low, gravely morning voice. He’d set up all the best mods for my Minecraft streams and would hop in call if I ever got stuck progressing in a game. I always appreciated his hard work, and he coveted that green sword badge next to his username in my chat. We were a great team when it came to pushing me be the cutest whale vtuber on the internet, but I wasn’t sure how it would translate in person . . . I was about to find out. Our routine was simple. After stream ended, he would portal over and fuck me for hours. If I was late for stream, that was his fault too. “If you thought the ERP was good, urrrpp, just wait ‘til I give you the real thing, AWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!” God he was so fucking fine whenever he did that. Not to mention how feral his growls were. I’d be completely soaked just thinking about it. Tonight was . . . different. Maybe it was the summer night heat or maybe it was the building pressure from rubbing my thighs together, but I felt like being a bad, bad girl. “Rick . . . Would you chase me on all fours in the woods while growling, barking, and snarling while I’m dressed as Red Riding Hood and you’re dressed as a werewolf?” “A-aw shiiit, never m-met anyone as kinky as me. I’ll tell you what sweetheart, throw in a-a cabin and a grandma costume and it might just sweeten the deal.” I knew that grandma costume would come in handy. And I knew just the sexy werewolf to wear it.