Anonsen Vs Predator

By spurg

>You sat there in the backroom, shrouded over in darkness as you listened to your earpeice


>You loved your job and the sudden change of pace when those monsters that had invaded had really saved you


>There had been outrage when you had somehow rebooted the show


>But after the monsters had invaded and their lack of mores about age had really saved your bacon


>That and anti-monster sentiments


>The popularity with purists however didn't stop your show from being put on monster networks


>Billed out as a "comedy" or "practical joke" show


>Not that you cared, the pay was good and while doing something good you were having fun


>The sudden lack of human perverts was concerning though


>Each sting turning up less and less weirdos, and more and more monsters


>You'd almost feel bad about it, but the last sting had somewhat banished that feeling


>You still had some light burns from that fire-mouse lost her shit upon being told there was no fifteen year old boy for her


>She had completely ruined your favorite suit too


>You sat in the dark, the only sound being your breathing and your heartbeat thudding in your chest


>Your earpiece suddenly squawked


<"We got contact, they're coming up to the house."


<"32, Youko, name is Hina. Says she's here to get her man."


>You couldn't help but make a face


>You couldn't place the voice. who was that?


>No biggy, maybe Dave was taking a piss break


>You simply nodded and waited there in the dark


>Your muscles tensed as you heard the backdoor of the house open and shut


>After a minute or two, your brow furrowed as you failed to hear what you should have


>Where the hell was the decoy?


>Silence permeates everything, so much so that your stomach begins to knot itself


>Oh god, she probably alrea-


<"Alright Incog Anonsen, come out."


>Her voice is heavy, carrying a husky tone even through her thick accent


>You sigh, worry seeping through you for your intern


>Slowly you stepped out of the darkened room and into the kitchen


>Your eyes met the frantic looking fox woman's


>She'd be absolutely stunning if she wasn't here to commit a crime


<"There you are,"


>Her voice carrying a satisfied tone that wasn't typical, a chill running up your spine


"Why don't you have a seat right over there?"


>You motion to a chair on the opposite side of small table


>This only gets a smirk out of her, completely unphased by request


<"Do you know how hard is to find you?"


>slowly she begins to step out and around the table, approaching you


<"Had to go through so many sites, so many houses till I found you."


>an icy sweat begins to bead on your forehead as you begin to take a step back, fear pouring over you


<"Now, we can do this easy or hard. You will be mine, even if you want struggle."


>Her eyes take on a frenzied look that threatens to make you tremble while drawing a boner out of you


"N-now wait just a minute,"


<"No. Done waiting. Saw you on tv over year ago, knew you were mine then. Now is time, take off pants."


"G-guys!"


>Immediately you're off, feet hammering against the ground in a crazed beat


>She cursed loudly in a language you didn't recognize as her footfalls began to follow you


>Each one sounding like a hammer slamming down behind you, each one gaining on you


<"YOU NO RUN! YOU COCK IS MINE INCOG!"


>All you could do was scream as you flung open the front door and through yourself out of the bait house


>Your eyes catch the familiar vision of a bazooka camera and relief spread through you


"Help, she's after me I ne-"


>Grass filled your vision as you were tackled to the ground


>Claw like nails rending your clothes from your body


"What are you doing!?"


>You looked up at the cameraman in confusion


"Why won't you…?"


>One of those minotaur monsters stared down at you from behind the camera, grinning toothily


<"Don't mind me, I'm just documenting. Hope you aren't camera shy,"


>She backs up, kneeling down to no doubt get a better angle


<"You husband now!"


>Your pants came free, torn away


>A feeling that you were certainly fucked in more than one way coming over you


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Anonymous

i kinda wish it was longer, still good