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  "writing": "[center]Cabin in the Woods\nFrom the Desk of ItsClover[/center]\n\nJosh’s van pulled to a stop just as the sun began to crest the horizon, its guiding light banishing the shadows and that which lurked in them, illuminating the pine forest he, Sam, and Ezra had just driven six hours to camp in. Through the windshield he could see the rickety old cabin they’d be staying in. It looked just like the pictures: built from the same pine that made up the dense forest around them, its windows dark and shingles cracked and desiccant - even the porch was weathered, the railing snapped off in some places.\n\nIt was perfect, Josh thought to himself with a small smile. He’d been planning this for two months. \n\nJosh glanced back at his friends, who had both opted for the back seats of his van. Ezra, a scrawny anthro mouse with white fur covered in brown and black splotches, looked up at him as he did so, his hazel eyes meeting Josh’s piercing amber ones. As usual, Ezra was dressed in his typical oversized and faded purple hoodie, ragged sneakers, and torn up cargo pants. Ezra didn’t have much money to speak of, but despite Josh’s insistence on getting the mouse boy some new clothes, Ezra always refused vehemently.\n\n“Are we here?” The mouse asked, pulling out his earbuds and tucking his phone into his pocket. Josh could hear the horror movie playing from them for just a second before Ezra paused it.\n\n“Sure are.” Josh said, his familiar rural accent peeking through compared to Ezra’s more urban one. It didn't help that he rolled the ‘S’ sound when he talked, on account of being a lizard and all. Josh caught a glance of himself in the rearview mirror: Tall and lean, the athletic monitor lizard’s gray scales and piercing yellow eyes could come off as unsetting, and he had a terminal resting bitch face.\n\nEzra playfully kicked Sam, who was sitting across from him, in the shin, startling the anthro wolf from his sleep with a startled “Ohwhatthefuck?!” before calming down and rubbing at his eyes. “Are we here?” The wolf muttered, exhausted.\n\nJosh grinned and shut the car off with a turn of the key. “Fuck yeah we are, dude. This is gonna be so damn cool!” He hollered as he practically flung himself out of the car and took off up the rickety steps, disappearing into the old cabin in record time.\n\nSam exchanged a glance with Ezra, then cracked a nervous smile. “I assume you’re into this whole thing too?”\n\n“You aren’t?” Ezra asked, a little surprised.\n\nSam kneaded his handpaws restlessly, then began fidgeting with the strings on his jacket’s hood. “I mean, you know how I am, Ez. I hate being away from home.”\n\nEzra sat up a little further, concerned. “Right, I know. You feeling anything coming on?” He asked tactfully, watching for the telltale signs of Sam’s usual anxiety attacks.\n\nSam swallowed hard. “Honestly? I think once I get inside it’ll be easier. This place is just so…open. We’re in the middle of fuckin’ nowehere, ya’know?” He said, pushing open the side door of the van and hopping out, his boot-clad footpaws hitting the dirt, grounding him a little more.\n\nEzra circled around the car to stop Sam as he reached the porch. “Hey, listen. If things get too bad, there’s no shame in calling it quits early, okay?” He insisted, taking Sam’s shaking paws in his own gently.\n\nSam swallowed and steeled himself a little. “I’m not fucking up Josh’s vacation, dude. I’m not broken.” He insisted, brushing the mouse boy’s paws off roughly before faltering, his gaze softening. “I, uh, sorry.”\n\nEzra’s ears drooped, but he didn’t seem to take it personally, opting instead to just smile awkwardly. “Hey, no big deal. You’re stressed.” He offered, patting the wolf on the back before disappearing through the rickety screen door.\n\nSam’s shoulders slumped. Blew it again, he chided himself internally. “Yeah.” He said, glancing out into the woods, shivering a little at the sight of the dark underbrush.\n\n“…Stressed.”\n\n— A Few Hours Later… —\n\nJosh, Sam, and Ezra were huddled around the fireplace as the afternoon sun began to drift below the horizon. The lesser minded beasts of the forest began to chitter and hoot, the world coming alive outside the cabin as the trio sat around the dining room table in the cabin’s front room, each one clutching a solo cup - beer for Ezra and Josh, and water for Sam.\n\n“So.” Sam said, finally setting his phone down for the first time since he got here, drumming his fingers on the table. “It’s getting late. We’re in the woods. This is classic horror movie shit. Ezra,  you got anything spooky?”\n\nEzra dug through his pack with the enthusiasm of a child about to show off their latest drawing, producing a bundle of items that he spread out across the table: Several horror movies on CD, a deck of tarot cards, and a now empty beer can lying on its side.\n\nJosh raised an eye-ridge at the can. “What’s that for?” He asked, already suspecting the answer as he took a shallow breath.\n\nSam shot up in his chair immediately. “Spin the bottle? What is this, the 90’s? Also, ew. You’re both guys.” He pointed out, although his tail wagged, and a blush crept up to his fluffy cheeks.\n\nEzra snorted and leaned over the table, resting his muzzle on his handpaws seductively. “Something wrong with liking guys, Sam?” He asked, batting his eyelashes.\n\nJosh grinned, his teeth glinting in the low light. “Yeah, Sam! In the year of The Mother’s 2026?” He teased, practically pouncing on the opportunity to join in on the joke. “You know, what happens in the spooky forest STAYS in the spooky forest.”\n\nSam scowled. “Blow me.” He muttered, thoroughly embarrassed.\n\nDespite his size, Josh was a notorious lightweight, so instead of the next words coming out of his mouth being some snide, clever comment it was more like-\n\n“Maybe I will, wolf boy.” Josh giggled, his own scales starting to turn pink around his snout, his tail brushing along the floor beneath the chair excitedly.\n\nEzra and Sam exchanged startled glances - Sam’s far more bashful than Ezra’s, who looked almost like he was considering it. Instead Sam opted to lean forwards and take the beer from Josh before things could devolve further, much to the lizard’s irritation.\n\n“Come on, dude. I’m not even drunk. Just a lil’ bit buzzed, okay?” Josh insisted, reaching for his drink only to nearly tip off his chair.\n\nSam darted forwards, dropping the can to the floor with a wet splash and steadying his friend, the wolf’s muzzle ending up mere inches from Josh’s snout. The two sat there, frozen and flustered, before Sam darted away, his cheeks turning pink as he stammered something about finding a towel to wipe up the spill. Ezra watched him run off, leaving Josh sitting there stunned to sobriety.\n\n“What just-“\n\n“That was perhaps the gayest shit I’ve ever seen, J.” Ezra said with a teasing grin splitting his muzzle. “Holy hell dude, are you sure you’re not drunk?”\n\nJosh grinned at Ezra. “Why, you jealous?” He asked, leaning forwards on the table. Of everyone here, Josh was the least guarded about his sexuality. His reputation as a star athelete in college meant he’d gone down on men, women, and everything inbetween.\n\nEzra snorted. “Pass. You know the couple always dies first in horror movies, right?”\n\nJosh scoffed. “It’s not like Vason Jorhees is out here, dude. Live a little. Besides, isn’t that only if they’re fucking?”\n\nEzra’s cheeks turned pink. “Are you asking to fuck me now?” He asked, trying to play it off like he was joking.\n\nJosh opened his mouth to say something, then shut it again as he thought better of it. Truthfully he’d always wanted Ezra and Sam. With other people it was always a fling, always some variation of exchanging pleasure as a way to relax. With these two, he’d felt something intoxicatingly alluring, a sort of draw that made his shorts tight and his stomach flutter.\n\n“I, uh, well-“ Josh stammered. “I was just joki-“\n\nAll of the sudden thunder crashed outside, a freak storm that none of them had seen approach. In fact, Josh had meticulously planned around the weather for this trip, routinely checking his phone and choosing the perfect date.\n\n“Oh motherFUCKER, dude.” Josh threw his hands up in exasperation, secretly glad for the out on that little conversation. “Are you serious?”\n\nEzra clapped his hands together and eagerly drew a spread of cards from his deck, laying out three. From left to right he read them out dramatically, only to stop as he began to blush.\n\n“The Two of Cups, the Tower, and… The Lovers…?” Ezra muttered, lowering his voice.\n\nJosh stared blankly, not understanding. Tarot had always been Sam and Ezra’s thing, not his. “…What’s that mean?”\n\nBefore Ezra could answer, thunder crashed again, startling the poor mouse as they yelped. “Y’know what? Maybe let’s just watch a movie instead.” He insisted, hopping off of his chair and padding over to the living room, one of his CDs in hand. The old tube TV was daunting, but luckily Ezra had brought a CD player.\n\n“Sam!” Josh called deeper into the cabin, down the hallway that led to the back. “Movie time!”\n\n“O-one sec!” Sam called back, his voice wavering.\n\nEzra’s face fell. “Dude, do you think he’s having an attack?”\n\nJosh sucked in a breath. “Might be. Let’s just give him space. He’ll be alright.”\n\n…\n\nSam had, for once in his life, locked himself in the bathroom for a reason that wasn’t to shit his brains out from anxiety induced stress. Instead, the wolf boy had his pants around his footpaws as he sat atop the toilet, frantically humping his hand. He had a handpaw clamped over his muzzle, the other rubbing at the swollen knot at his base, the red flesh throbbing angrily, his balls already tight and full of unspent cum. Josh’s little flirt had him hard the second he heard it, and the towel he’d been looking for lay abandoned atop the counter. Sam let out little hiccuping gasps of pleasure, grateful for the storm allowing him to work himself as loud as he needed.\n\n“F-fuck…” Sam huffed, leaning forwards to hold his load in, his balls already nearly ejecting their contents. He was so edged that he was seeing stars. “Stupid…Josh…Stupid…Fucking…Ezra…”\n\nSam was terrified of storms. He hated them. In this case, however, the fear only made his dick harder. He’d always found horror movies oddly arousing: The threat of death, that prey instinct, it all made him stupidly worked up. For Sam, all the adrenaline went straight down to his dick, urging him onwards like a moth to a flame. The light from the lightning outside suddenly lit up the dark bathroom, scattering it just long enough to illuminate the figure at the window. At first Sam thought he’d seen something - the figure was far too big, easily eight feet tall, and figured he'd seen a tree and mistaken it for a person.\n\nOnly after the second flash did Sam’s frantic masturbation stop as he took in the scene before him: Standing at the window was a moth woman of gargantuan size, eight feet of hulking curvy carapace, fluffy antennae, and big black eyes. She was nude, her bare fluffy white breasts wet with the rain, and her four arms crossed, as if irritated. Before he could so much as open his mouth, the massive moth woman slid the window open gracefully, letting in the rain as she effortlessly clambered though despite her size only to shut the window behind her and sigh.\n\n“Who the f-MMPH~?!” Sam demanded only to be cut off as one of her hands shot out to clamp his muzzle shut. The other effortlessly pinned against the bathroom counter, holding him still so she could trap his cock between her thighs. It was so effortlessly easy that Sam almost couldn’t believe it - yet the sensations were very real: His throbbing, eager dick was nestled against her pussy lips.\n\n“Tch. Mortals.” The moth woman said, flicking an antennae with irritation. “It’s always the same: Will they, won’t they? And then this: You. You’re about to waste perfectly good semen that SHOULD be ending up all over that lizard’s face.”\n\nSam tried to resist, but she effectively had him trapped, not to mention the fact that he was thinking more with his cock than his brain at this point. “Josh?” He managed through his clamped lips.\n\nThe moth perked up. “Yes! That’s his name. Josh. Pretty little stud, isn’t he? I see why you like him. Although, you like Ezra too, don’t you?” She asked, running two hands down his chest, through the fur, feeling what little muscle was there.\n\nSam grabbed her clawed hand and yanked it away from his face, gasping. “Who are you? Are you real?!” He hissed, knowing full well that if he screamed she might become violent.\n\nThe moth woman’s lips - or at least, her mandibles - curled into a smile. “Oh yes, I suppose I should tell you my name before I force you to drain your balls in my cunt. Very well. My name is Sidhe, dear.”\n\nSam shivered at the words. “Sidhe? You a goddess?” He asked, eying her warily. Sam knew better than to trifle with immortals - everyone did.\n\nSidhe shrugged. “For your intents and my purposes? Yes. Now be a good boy and shove that cute wolf cock in me. Go on. Don’t be shy.” She encouraged, squeezing her thighs tighter around him.\n\nSam knew he should scream, run, or fight back. Then again, if he tried to defy an immortal, it’d probably end up with him living the rest of his life cursed or as a living doorstop. Plus, he really couldn’t help himself: The pink fur of Sidhe’s body trailed down her curvy yet powerful frame, her thick thighs parting to reveal a drooling wet slit that made his brain immediately revert to whatever Lesser Beast instincts his lineage still carried. Every impulse demanded he carry on his bloodline by stuffing her full of his cock, consequences be damned.\n\nSo he did.\n\nSam eagerly parted her folds with his tip, gasping at the feeling of eager squeezing warmth coaxing him forwards. He pushed himself to the hilt without a second thought, knot trying to slide in but cruelly denied by the goddess before him as she held him by the root.\n\n“Ohholyfuckingshit…” Sam groaned, going face down in her huge breasts.\n\nSidhe mercilessly squeezed him by the base of his knot, tricking his biological urges even further as he growled and began ruthlessly trying to bury himself, Sam’s eyes rolling up as he surrendered to his own pleasure.\n\n“Such a good boy, aren’t you?” Sidhe crooned, ruffling the top of his head with one of her other hands. “You see? This is exactly why we can’t have you playing coy with your friends. What a crime it is to deny them such passion!”\n\nSam finally buried himself as deep as he could in her heat with a wet squish and a whimper, his eyes squeezing shut as the pressure of his already close load immediately fought to escape, and with only a few more thrusts, he knew he was done for.\n\n“I-I’m gonna fucking cum.” He whined into Sidhe’s bosom. He was legitimately angry at himself - the sensation was wonderful, and here he was nearly at the end of it after only a few thrusts.\n\n“Yes.” Sidhe decided without hesitation. “Yes you are. Be a good boy. Use those wolf instincts, tie me good and give me that essence.”\n\nIf there was any hope for Sam to last, it was snuffed out right there. His brain heard ‘tie’ and without even considering his eagerness to last swole up, locked him inside, and immediately forced his hips to drive themselves as deep as they could. Sam could do nothing but look Sidhe in the eyes bashfully, mortified, as he pumped her womb full of virgin canine cum. It was as if his body someone knew the difference between sex and mere masturbation, because every throb shot straight up his baculum and coaxed out a fresh gush.\n\n“Oh wow, you’re practically pissing cum, huh?” Sidhe taunted, smothering his moans before the others could hear. “Gooood boy~! It’s okay. I’ve got you.”\n\nSam’s eyes rolled back. The pleasure was beyond what mortal limits should have found possible. His brain was running fuzzy. His heart hammered in his chest. He felt like he did during his anxiety attacks: All adrenaline. Yet, despite that it was undeniably gentle, almost like a taste of ambrosia being gently forced down his throat.\n\nAnd then Sam collapsed backwards with a painful thud, his knot coming loose with a torrent of seed and a slick wet squish. Sidhe winced, almost concerned - had she just fucked the life out of this poor idiot wolf? - but thankfully Sam began snoring almost immediately, a smile on his blissful face.\n\nThe moth-goddess rolled her eyes. “This just won’t do.” She muttered, placing two of her hands on his head, examining his thoughts. “He’ll never confess at this rate. Too much fear, too clouded…”\n\nThunder crashed outside, making Sidhe smile with dark satisfaction as lightning lit up the bathroom, her pink fur and black eyes illuminated. “Guess I’ll have to play the villain tonight.”\n\n…\n\nJosh screamed just as a crack of thunder split the heavens, the downpour outside intensifying as wind whipped the old cabin, the forest swaying as if dancing to the tempo. Despite what he’d told Ezra, Josh had actually begun getting really invested in the slasher flick playing on the old tube TV, and when the killer jumped at the camera it legitimately got him.\n\n“Dude!” Ezra cackled maniacally from the other end of the couch as he watched his friend cover his snout with his clawed hands out of embarrassment.\n\n“Fuck off!” Josh whined petulantly. “That was cheating!”\n\nEzra snorted. “You are such a fucking dork. What’s wrong, mister ‘I don’t get scared’?”\n\nJosh gave the snickering mouse boy an exasperated look, studying his smaller form as he thought about how to get back at him. Suddenly the pair locked eyes for a few moments too long, then jolted back from each other as if zapped by an electric charge.\n\n“You’re such a dick, Ez.” Josh muttered.\n\nEzra rolled his eyes, reaching for the remote to pause the movie. “Hey, I’m just teasing you. Don’t be so butthurt.”\n\nJosh sullenly took a swig of his beer, then stood up. “I’m checking on Sam. It’s been almost an hour.”\n\nEzra perked up. “You sure?”\n\n“Yeah. Back me up here, would you? In case he, y’know, worried himself sick?”\n\nEzra wrinkled his nose at that, but slid off the couch to go knock on the bathroom door. “Sam?” He asked politely, a little guilty for disturbing him during his attack.\n\nSilence.\n\nThey both exchanged worried glances now. Josh took a deep breath before turning the knob. Locked. With a glance at Ezra, Josh reared back and threw a kick at the door just below the knob. The door splintered inwards,the dim hallway light revealing Sam’s sleeping form sat beside the open window, the rain spattering his left side as it came through the crack. His pants were around his ankles, fuzzy sheath and balls exposed as he snored loudly.\n\nEzra went for the window, Josh checking on Sam. As Ezra slid it closed, Josh took a sigh of relief as he sat back on his haunches. “He’s passed out.” The lizard affirmed, bashfully looking closer. “There’s cum on his shorts. Dude, did he fall asleep jerking it?”\n\nEzra’s fear dissipated into a tug in his lower gut, and a warmth in his shorts. “That’s kinda hot.” He giggled, then remembered himself. “I mean, uh, we should probably cover him up.”\n\nNeither one moved, appreciating the view for just a moment longer.\n\n“Do you think he’s hung?” Ezra blurted.\n\nJosh scowled and rolled his eyes, pulling up Sam’s pants before trying to shake him awake. “Yo, Sammy! Sam! Sam the Man.” He insisted, but Sam just went on snoring.\n\n“Out like a light.” Ezra said with a lilt as he walked over to pluck the wolf boy’s unlocked smartphone off the counter. “…Wonder what kinda porn he likes…”\n\nJosh stood up and moved to intervene. “Ez, don’t be a perv.” He said, exasperated.\n\nEzra danced away with the phone as he unpaused the video only to be met with the moans and groans of something intimate. His cheeks immediately burned as whatever was on the phone visibly startled him.\n\n“Oh shit!” Ezra giggled, tossing the phone to Josh. “I think Sam’s got some stuff to talk about.”\n\nJosh’s curiosity got the best of him, and he took a quick glance: Two anthros were locked in a passionate embrace, one male and a trans woman. He immediately also began to blush as he switched the phone off, relocking it.\n\n“That’s fucked, Ez.” Josh protested weakly. “Don’t you dare tease him for that.”\n\n“I’m just saying he likes dick, Josh.” Ezra snickered, throwing his hands up defensively. “I’m not teasing, I mean, I do too.”\n\nThat stopped Josh and Ezra dead, the latter freezing as he realized what he just confessed to. Before he could protest, Josh seized the moment.\n\n“Yeah? You like dick too, Ezra?” He teased, eager to get revenge for Sam’s honor, backing the mouse up against the windowsill.\n\nEzra choked on his own breath, blushing furiously, his pink tail flicking along the floor. “Y-yeah.” He confessed, his shorts tightening as the closeness began to gnaw at him.\n\nJosh stopped dead, startled and turned on at Ezra’s sudden erection. “Dude are you fucking hard?” He hissed.\n\nEzra nodded timidly. “Y-yeah.”\n\nJosh went to put himself closer, he wanted to pin this adorable mouse twink who he’d had eyes on up against the wall and make him whimper, but something held him back - it was the same thing that held Ezra back, some sort of gnawing uncomfortable feeling between them that held him at bay, like an invisible forcefield prevented him pursuing his newfound lust.\n\n“Why’d you stop?” Ezra hiccuped softly, his big blue eyes wide and nervous.\n\n“Why did you?” Josh shot back, rubbing at the scales on his arms restlessly.\n\n“Fuck, I dunno.” Ezra lied poorly, his ears pinning back. It was his tell, Josh had learned that a while ago, back when they’d first met.\n\nThe two stood in a standstill, and all the while the storm outside the cabin raged harder, buffeting the shingles and windows as if irritated at their hesitancy.\n\n“There’s something you wanna tell me, but you’re scared how I’ll react.” Josh surmised softly, slinking closer to Ezra, looming over the mouse with his own pants equally as tented.\n\nEzra took a shuddering breath, tears springing to his eyes. “Y-yeah.” He stammered, the confession making the wind die down. “Yeah, there is, actually. I, um, well, agh…FUCK!” He shouted, running his paws through the fur on his head. “Do you know how much of a pain in the ass this is? How much I doubt myself, dude? It fucking SUCKS!”\n\nJosh was startled at the outburst. He’d seen Ezra mad before, but this was so sudden, as if something lurking inside of him had begun to rear its head, striking at whoever was unfortunate enough to be near.\n\n“Hey, it’s alright, okay?” Josh coaxed, giving the mouse space. Ezra was backed up against the window at this point. “Whatever it is, I’ll gladly-“\n\n“ENOUGH!” A thunderous voice boomed, shaking the cabin with the force of dynamite exploding as lightning whited out the sky. Suddenly the glass windows shattered into a billion shards, and a pair of two left hands grabbed Ezra by the back of his purple hoodie, effortlessly yanking the mouse into the dark and cold wet rain.\n\n“What the FUUUCK?!” Ezra howled as he was yanked into the sky, Josh tripping over Sam (who was still somehow asleep at this point) as he dashed to the window.\n\nJosh watched as gigantic wings blotted out the sky, a gigantic, almost deific figure that vaguely resembled a moth. Through the flashes of light he saw it take off with Ezra in tow, flying over the woods at breakneck pace.\n\n“Son of a bitch!” Josh snarled, giving Sam a frustrated kick in the thigh, startling the wolf awake.\n\n“Whatthe-“\n\n“Sam!” Josh snapped, shaking the wolf awake further with each word. “Some gigantic fucking moth lady just took Ezra. We need to go get her!”\n\nSam bolted to his feet, eyes wide. “That was real?!” He croaked, wringing his hands.\n\nJosh rounded on him, breathing hard but getting control of himself. \n\n“What was real?!” He demanded.\n\n[…To be continued…]"
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