Key: MD, MC, MF, Transformation
Description: As the full moon rises, Xander’s antics come back to haunt him.
After his rather intimate, and somewhat awkward, encounter with Roxy, a woman he discovered was really a werewolf, Xander limped home, bruised and beaten from the experience. Despite fully enjoying himself, it had taken its toll. By the time he reached his apartment he fell into the couch and was fast asleep.
He woke up about twelve hours later, just a few minutes before sunset, and crawled off of the couch to head towards the balcony. One advantage to being an Incubus was that you healed incredibly quickly, no matter how stupid you were the previous night. But there was something different about this evening. He was definitely healed and he felt energized, but he was energized in a way that he hadn’t been in a long time. There was something more…assertive? No, that wasn’t it. Aggressive! That was the feeling. It felt like he was angry without a source and wanted to dominate everything around him for the fun of it as a result.
He watched as the sun set over the horizon and then began to look down at the city. So many people…and so many of them attractive. So many sexy bodies just waiting to be… “Something's not right.” he said out loud as a strange feeling came over him, almost like a burning sensation under his skin. He stumbled back from the balcony and put his hand to his head to find that he was sweating. Something he never did. “What’s going on?” he asked, confused, as he looked to the east…and couldn't help but notice a light on the horizon.
Before he could fully grasp the implications, the tip of the full moon rose over the horizon, casting an eerie, cool white glow over the waters of Lake Michigan. The moment it did, Xander's entire body jerked. It felt like his spine had just broken in 15 places as he pulled back, doubling over and grunting in pain. He felt his skin start to tighten as his arms and legs began to grow, to become more muscular than they already were. His shirt started to rip, then his jeans. Finally, there was another grunting noise as something inside of him just seemed to switch off.
The shape of his legs were the first to start shifting as his knee moved higher and his boots tore apart, revealing larger, more animalistic feet. His feet elongated next as his heel shifted up off of the ground and higher along his leg, leaving him standing on his toes, toes that were getting longer, thicker, and starting to grow claws. He looked down at his hands and noticed his fingers were growing sharp, thick nails that were black as obsidian. And for a brief moment he couldn’t help but think “That’s…not right.”
But then he let out a hard growl as his eyes turned bright yellow and his face began to distort. A snout grew out from his face, elongating his mouth and nose as his grunts of pain turned instead to snarls. What was left of his shirt ripped apart and fell away while his skin began to grow a thick pelt of black fur over every inch of his body. A moment later his ears poked out from the fur, now pointed up and aimed forward but able to shift. His jeans were the last piece of clothing to be torn away as his tail, now covered in thick, bushy black fur, appeared and began to sway behind him.
The last thing he was aware of was doubling over onto all fours, then everything else faded away.
A howl echoed through the twilight sky of New Chicago as the newly born werewolf in Xander’s body made his presence known to the world.
Now the beast was loose as hell!
The transformation itself was unique. Xander was no longer in control, no longer conscious, but his desires and dark impulses were all prominently a part of his new cursed being. The natural strengths and senses of a werewolf were heightened by his incubus powers. And since he was about fifty times stronger than a normal human, he was now fifty times stronger than a normal werewolf. In other words, a literal unstoppable beast.
The werewolf snarled as he moved to the edge of the balcony and began to scan the city below, a predator searching for its prey. Unlike a normal predator, werewolves were more…human…in their targeting. They didn’t go for the sick or weak animals, there was no sport in that. They went for the strongest prey they could find. Or whatever walked in front of them first.
His scanning was cut short when a howl echoed across the city in the direction of the forest preserve. Xander-wolf instantly locked on to its location and snarled. If there was another werewolf in the city it could be a threat to his territory, one he would have to deal with…right now.
With less than a moment's hesitation the beast jumped over the balcony and began accelerating towards the ground. A normal werewolf could survive the fall, but it would be messy…and Xander wasn’t a normal werewolf. About ten stories into the fall his incubus wings emerged from his back and spread out wide and strong. Their usual scaly, dragon-like texture and dark red color were now black as night, thicker, and covered in a thin layer of fur where the scales would have been. They resembled a bat’s wings more than a dragos’s. But the moment the air caught the membranes in the wings, the beast began to glide through the air. Gone was Xander’s usual surprising grace in the air, leaving a hulking mass of fury and rage in its place. One purposely flapping his wings through the night to close in on his prey.
He closed the distance to the forest preserve in a fraction of the time it had taken Xander the night before. However, instead of a slow, graceful descent, the beast simply flew over his target and retracted his wings, accelerating to the ground with a massive thud and destroying a nearby tree in the process. He climbed to his feet and snarled at the werewolf across the clearing…Roxy.
The impact took Roxy completely by surprise, her suit had been replaced with a now tattered and torn jogging suit, something designed to stretch with her as she grew, but it didn’t seem to work as well as planned, kind of like the business suit she was wearing the night before, her large bulky build having torn it to shreds as she transformed under the overwhelming power of the full moon. Her blue fur was covered in small bits of debris from Xander’s violent landing but she recovered and snarled at the newcomer. This was her territory and she was going to defend it, at least that's what she thought.
But Xander was no ordinary werewolf….I said that once already you should be taking better notes…he was an incubus werewolf. And where Roxy was expecting him to pounce, instead he snarled and howled loudly into the night once more. Roxy saw her chance and charged in a vicious assault, only for Xander to lower his head and stare at her while his eyes glowed a swirl of hypnotic colors. But where Xander's eyes tended to be cool spectrum colors like blues, greens, and purples, his werewolf eyes were much darker, much warmer colors. Reds and oranges swirled around in dark yellow and black, making them look more like molten lava swirling inside a volcano rather than his usual orbs of energy. The moment those eyes activated, the entire clearing where Xander had landed lit up like it was being illuminated by a campfire. And Roxy was directly in the middle of his gaze.
Her charge came to an almost immediate stop as her limbs simply froze and she slid along the ground, still on her feet, for several inches and then stared at the new werewolf. Xander moved closer and closer to Roxy, staring into her feral eyes, and let out an uncharacteristic roar. As he did, Roxy’s yellow eyes faded and first became completely white, after she blinked, however, they were a deep, molten red. She was under the spell of the new incubus. He had claimed her as one of his and her animalistic mind couldn’t help but fall into line…with her new Alpha.
Xander, meanwhile, had shown up expecting to find a rival, instead he had a mate. He wasn’t going to drive her out of his territory, he was going to claim her territory…and, more importantly, her…as his own. He snarled and felt a rush of power as Roxy’s tail and ears bowed in submission while her glowing red eyes slowly lowered along with her head and she bent down on all fours.
If there was any human part of Xander left awake, it manifested in a grin on the werewolves lips before he arched his back again and howled victoriously into the night. A long, echoing howl that was suddenly cut short.
Something had alerted his senses and he quickly turned to look in the direction it had come from, ears angled to focus in that area while his nostrils began to sniff. Roxy sensed it as well, shifting and snarling in the same direction as Xander but staying lower to the ground in a submissive but ready posture. Prey was approaching and they could both feel it.
Without hesitation Xander practically lept over Roxy and started to stalk through the forest, heading to the very edge as Roxy followed obediently. As they reached the edge of the forest they both spied a young woman…well, more of a Neko than a human woman. She had a human body and face, but two red cat ears were clearly sticking out of her short red hair, and a matching red tail swished behind her as she walked. She wore a tight, skimpy pair of denim shorts, and a sleeveless top that was tied up in the front and left the area from her chest to her belly button visible. Her knee high black leather boots clicked against the sidewalk as she walked happily down the street on the edge of the forest preserve, completely unaware she was being stalked.
About a block away were two police officers leaning against one of the walls of a nearby building, quietly talking to one another but still within ear shot. Xander snarled and looked down at Roxy, and almost instinctively she seemed to know what to do. Without hesitation she began to stalk her way through the woods towards the police while Xander moved in the opposite direction and began to stalk the Kitty.
As if the timing had been somehow planned, Roxy made her way to the edge of the preserve closest to the police and swiped at a tree, breaking its massive trunk and sending it crashing to ground where it fell across the street and scared the hell out of the cops who were not far from it. She leapt out and snarled as screams and gunshots echoed in the air, followed by the sound of metal being slammed and crushed. A wilhelm scream echoed through the city not long after.
The Kitty spun around and noticed the tree across the road first, but the sound of gunshots and a familiar movie sound effect filling the air was enough to convince her that she should probably be somewhere else. She turned to run down the street and instead ran face first into the chest of the werewolf form of Xander.
She couldn’t help but look up at the wolf as he snarled down at her, not aggressively but definitely not passively. Her face was basically burning against the fur on his chest and she felt a very strange sensation move through her body. She didn’t know it, hell Xander didn’t know it either, but his natural incubus pheromones, which he could typically only exhale, were now coming out of his fur as well. And she had just faceplanted directly into his fur-covered chest.
She tried to take a step back but the werewolf growled and his massive tail swung around to hold her in place. It was easily large enough and strong enough to hold her tiny frame against him, as her eyes began to roll up into her head while a slow grin formed on her face. To the wolf’s surprise, she started to slide her hands along his sides, not in an effort to get away but in a caress.
The wolf leaned in and started to sniff the curious feline woman, even licking her neck and face with a streak of dominance in his movements. The attention made the Kitty let out a small purr as he did, which surprised him so much that he grabbed her and jumped back into the safety of the forest out of reflex.
He landed with a thud, dragging her body along with him through the jump. But upon landing he set her down gently on her feet as his eyes moved over her and he let out a predatory snarl. Not one that was dangerous, more the equivalent of a werewolf’s “bedroom eyes”. Kitty’s head was spinning from the pheromones and the shock, and all she managed to do was step back until she bumped into a tree and leaned back against it. Her legs were starting to feel weak and shaky, but she was letting out an almost constant purr into the night air.
The wolf made its way to Kitty and started to lick her belly button and slowly move up her body, through that convenient space in her top. She wiggled and purred even more deeply as something animalistic began to come out in her as well. She could feel the wolf's tongue tracing up and down her form, slowly moving higher each time, between her breasts and along her collar bone, then along her neck. She felt some of her clothes being torn by the powerful claws of the wolf, but it didn’t really seem to matter to her at all. Her body continued to wiggle and purr deeply as his tongue moved along her exposed skin and his strong hands held her in place. It was like a weird fantasy mixed with a Discovery channel special.
Finally she opened her eyes and let out a gasp as she made eye contact with the wolf and her own began to reflect the red glow of the hypnotic energy in his eyes. She slowly started to pull herself closer to him and lick his snout as she felt herself being picked up and pressed against the tree while a very…unique connection formed between them. Read between the lines…or between the legs…you’ll get it. =c)
Her head tipped back as she let out a half purr, half moan while the wolf pushed her slowly up along the tree and back down, growling and snarling the entire time. She felt her pleasure building in an unfamiliar way, but there was something else moving into her, an energy, a magic, something she’d never felt before. Something dark and feral.
As the pleasure grew inside of her, her body started to grow with it. Muscle tone formed on her skin and then started to expand outward. Her legs began to get longer and, despite being barely five feet tall, her legs had grown tall enough to touch the ground. Her feline tail grew thicker and stronger as the short red fur grew into something that was a mix of red and orange. Her purrs began to mix with guttural growls, all while the werewolf was connecting with her energy and draining it from her human form. Putting the Kitty to sleep and waking up the beast.
Her head fell back in pleasure and her eyes opened, the red glow from the hypnotic energy filling them like lava as she let out a moan and felt a climax wash through her body. But her moan shifted as her face elongated and a snout formed while her fingers turned to claws. The shirt that was already clinging to her body and what was left of her shorts began to tear and stretch. Her lovely leather boots burst open revealing her animalistic feet, and the last bit of her moan turned into a deep, echoing howl. A howl that Xander joined in on just a moment later.
As the transformation completed, so did their coupling. The Kitty was now fully a wolf, although her fur pattern was much closer to that of a striped cat than an actual wolf. As Xander let her go she fell to the ground on all fours and snarled up at her Alpha, the one who made her, the one who controlled her. All of her human thoughts were gone, and all that remained were primal, feral desires and a loyalty to her Alpha.
Xander, like all men who had just finished banging a hot girl, reared up on his hind legs and let out a loud growl that turned into an even deeper howl. In doing so, he was letting the world know of his conquest, his power. Kitty let out her howl in solidarity, letting anyone and everyone know who his conquest was. Roxy responded in the distance as well, bound by her instincts to reply, and giving the police she was chasing enough time to run into an alley to hide.
And the night had just begun.
To be continued…
Roxy belongs to Psyco Turnip
Kitty belongs to Kitty
Curious what might have happened had the transformation of Kitty happened in a more animalistic fashion? There is an alt ending available on my patreon page covering that exact scenario: Feral Obsession - Part 2 Alt Ending
Thanks to Sleepygirl, Kitty, Ivy, and Psyco Turnip all for collaborating on this story with me! This was very much a group effort in ideas, writing and editing!
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! You can find alt endings and alternate scenes for most of the stories I’ve made on my Patreon page! If you have any comments I would love to hear them! You can follow more adventures at Spirals Nightclub! or my Deviant Art Page
Featuring: Xander, Kitty, Roxy
The shape of his legs were the first to start shifting as his knee moved higher and his boots tore apart, revealing larger, more animalistic feet. His feet elongated next as his heel shifted up off of the ground and higher along his leg, leaving him standing on his toes, toes that were getting longer, thicker, and starting to grow claws. He looked down at his hands and noticed his fingers were growing sharp, thick nails that were black as obsidian. And for a brief moment he couldn’t help but think “That’s…not right.”
But then he let out a hard growl as his eyes turned bright yellow and his face began to distort. A snout grew out from his face, elongating his mouth and nose as his grunts of pain turned instead to snarls. What was left of his shirt ripped apart and fell away while his skin began to grow a thick pelt of black fur over every inch of his body. A moment later his ears poked out from the fur, now pointed up and aimed forward but able to shift. His jeans were the last piece of clothing to be torn away as his tail, now covered in thick, bushy black fur, appeared and began to sway behind him.
The last thing he was aware of was doubling over onto all fours, then everything else faded away.
A howl echoed through the twilight sky of New Chicago as the newly born werewolf in Xander’s body made his presence known to the world.
Now the beast was loose as hell!
The transformation itself was unique. Xander was no longer in control, no longer conscious, but his desires and dark impulses were all prominently a part of his new cursed being. The natural strengths and senses of a werewolf were heightened by his incubus powers. And since he was about fifty times stronger than a normal human, he was now fifty times stronger than a normal werewolf. In other words, a literal unstoppable beast.
The werewolf snarled as he moved to the edge of the balcony and began to scan the city below, a predator searching for its prey. Unlike a normal predator, werewolves were more…human…in their targeting. They didn’t go for the sick or weak animals, there was no sport in that. They went for the strongest prey they could find. Or whatever walked in front of them first.
His scanning was cut short when a howl echoed across the city in the direction of the forest preserve. Xander-wolf instantly locked on to its location and snarled. If there was another werewolf in the city it could be a threat to his territory, one he would have to deal with…right now.
With less than a moment's hesitation the beast jumped over the balcony and began accelerating towards the ground. A normal werewolf could survive the fall, but it would be messy…and Xander wasn’t a normal werewolf. About ten stories into the fall his incubus wings emerged from his back and spread out wide and strong. Their usual scaly, dragon-like texture and dark red color were now black as night, thicker, and covered in a thin layer of fur where the scales would have been. They resembled a bat’s wings more than a dragos’s. But the moment the air caught the membranes in the wings, the beast began to glide through the air. Gone was Xander’s usual surprising grace in the air, leaving a hulking mass of fury and rage in its place. One purposely flapping his wings through the night to close in on his prey.
He closed the distance to the forest preserve in a fraction of the time it had taken Xander the night before. However, instead of a slow, graceful descent, the beast simply flew over his target and retracted his wings, accelerating to the ground with a massive thud and destroying a nearby tree in the process. He climbed to his feet and snarled at the werewolf across the clearing…Roxy.
The impact took Roxy completely by surprise, her suit had been replaced with a now tattered and torn jogging suit, something designed to stretch with her as she grew, but it didn’t seem to work as well as planned, kind of like the business suit she was wearing the night before, her large bulky build having torn it to shreds as she transformed under the overwhelming power of the full moon. Her blue fur was covered in small bits of debris from Xander’s violent landing but she recovered and snarled at the newcomer. This was her territory and she was going to defend it, at least that's what she thought.
But Xander was no ordinary werewolf….I said that once already you should be taking better notes…he was an incubus werewolf. And where Roxy was expecting him to pounce, instead he snarled and howled loudly into the night once more. Roxy saw her chance and charged in a vicious assault, only for Xander to lower his head and stare at her while his eyes glowed a swirl of hypnotic colors. But where Xander's eyes tended to be cool spectrum colors like blues, greens, and purples, his werewolf eyes were much darker, much warmer colors. Reds and oranges swirled around in dark yellow and black, making them look more like molten lava swirling inside a volcano rather than his usual orbs of energy. The moment those eyes activated, the entire clearing where Xander had landed lit up like it was being illuminated by a campfire. And Roxy was directly in the middle of his gaze.
Her charge came to an almost immediate stop as her limbs simply froze and she slid along the ground, still on her feet, for several inches and then stared at the new werewolf. Xander moved closer and closer to Roxy, staring into her feral eyes, and let out an uncharacteristic roar. As he did, Roxy’s yellow eyes faded and first became completely white, after she blinked, however, they were a deep, molten red. She was under the spell of the new incubus. He had claimed her as one of his and her animalistic mind couldn’t help but fall into line…with her new Alpha.
Xander, meanwhile, had shown up expecting to find a rival, instead he had a mate. He wasn’t going to drive her out of his territory, he was going to claim her territory…and, more importantly, her…as his own. He snarled and felt a rush of power as Roxy’s tail and ears bowed in submission while her glowing red eyes slowly lowered along with her head and she bent down on all fours.
If there was any human part of Xander left awake, it manifested in a grin on the werewolves lips before he arched his back again and howled victoriously into the night. A long, echoing howl that was suddenly cut short.
Something had alerted his senses and he quickly turned to look in the direction it had come from, ears angled to focus in that area while his nostrils began to sniff. Roxy sensed it as well, shifting and snarling in the same direction as Xander but staying lower to the ground in a submissive but ready posture. Prey was approaching and they could both feel it.
Without hesitation Xander practically lept over Roxy and started to stalk through the forest, heading to the very edge as Roxy followed obediently. As they reached the edge of the forest they both spied a young woman…well, more of a Neko than a human woman. She had a human body and face, but two red cat ears were clearly sticking out of her short red hair, and a matching red tail swished behind her as she walked. She wore a tight, skimpy pair of denim shorts, and a sleeveless top that was tied up in the front and left the area from her chest to her belly button visible. Her knee high black leather boots clicked against the sidewalk as she walked happily down the street on the edge of the forest preserve, completely unaware she was being stalked.
About a block away were two police officers leaning against one of the walls of a nearby building, quietly talking to one another but still within ear shot. Xander snarled and looked down at Roxy, and almost instinctively she seemed to know what to do. Without hesitation she began to stalk her way through the woods towards the police while Xander moved in the opposite direction and began to stalk the Kitty.
As if the timing had been somehow planned, Roxy made her way to the edge of the preserve closest to the police and swiped at a tree, breaking its massive trunk and sending it crashing to ground where it fell across the street and scared the hell out of the cops who were not far from it. She leapt out and snarled as screams and gunshots echoed in the air, followed by the sound of metal being slammed and crushed. A wilhelm scream echoed through the city not long after.
The Kitty spun around and noticed the tree across the road first, but the sound of gunshots and a familiar movie sound effect filling the air was enough to convince her that she should probably be somewhere else. She turned to run down the street and instead ran face first into the chest of the werewolf form of Xander.
She couldn’t help but look up at the wolf as he snarled down at her, not aggressively but definitely not passively. Her face was basically burning against the fur on his chest and she felt a very strange sensation move through her body. She didn’t know it, hell Xander didn’t know it either, but his natural incubus pheromones, which he could typically only exhale, were now coming out of his fur as well. And she had just faceplanted directly into his fur-covered chest.
She tried to take a step back but the werewolf growled and his massive tail swung around to hold her in place. It was easily large enough and strong enough to hold her tiny frame against him, as her eyes began to roll up into her head while a slow grin formed on her face. To the wolf’s surprise, she started to slide her hands along his sides, not in an effort to get away but in a caress.
The wolf leaned in and started to sniff the curious feline woman, even licking her neck and face with a streak of dominance in his movements. The attention made the Kitty let out a small purr as he did, which surprised him so much that he grabbed her and jumped back into the safety of the forest out of reflex.
He landed with a thud, dragging her body along with him through the jump. But upon landing he set her down gently on her feet as his eyes moved over her and he let out a predatory snarl. Not one that was dangerous, more the equivalent of a werewolf’s “bedroom eyes”. Kitty’s head was spinning from the pheromones and the shock, and all she managed to do was step back until she bumped into a tree and leaned back against it. Her legs were starting to feel weak and shaky, but she was letting out an almost constant purr into the night air.
The wolf made its way to Kitty and started to lick her belly button and slowly move up her body, through that convenient space in her top. She wiggled and purred even more deeply as something animalistic began to come out in her as well. She could feel the wolf's tongue tracing up and down her form, slowly moving higher each time, between her breasts and along her collar bone, then along her neck. She felt some of her clothes being torn by the powerful claws of the wolf, but it didn’t really seem to matter to her at all. Her body continued to wiggle and purr deeply as his tongue moved along her exposed skin and his strong hands held her in place. It was like a weird fantasy mixed with a Discovery channel special.
Finally she opened her eyes and let out a gasp as she made eye contact with the wolf and her own began to reflect the red glow of the hypnotic energy in his eyes. She slowly started to pull herself closer to him and lick his snout as she felt herself being picked up and pressed against the tree while a very…unique connection formed between them. Read between the lines…or between the legs…you’ll get it. =c)
Her head tipped back as she let out a half purr, half moan while the wolf pushed her slowly up along the tree and back down, growling and snarling the entire time. She felt her pleasure building in an unfamiliar way, but there was something else moving into her, an energy, a magic, something she’d never felt before. Something dark and feral.
As the pleasure grew inside of her, her body started to grow with it. Muscle tone formed on her skin and then started to expand outward. Her legs began to get longer and, despite being barely five feet tall, her legs had grown tall enough to touch the ground. Her feline tail grew thicker and stronger as the short red fur grew into something that was a mix of red and orange. Her purrs began to mix with guttural growls, all while the werewolf was connecting with her energy and draining it from her human form. Putting the Kitty to sleep and waking up the beast.
Her head fell back in pleasure and her eyes opened, the red glow from the hypnotic energy filling them like lava as she let out a moan and felt a climax wash through her body. But her moan shifted as her face elongated and a snout formed while her fingers turned to claws. The shirt that was already clinging to her body and what was left of her shorts began to tear and stretch. Her lovely leather boots burst open revealing her animalistic feet, and the last bit of her moan turned into a deep, echoing howl. A howl that Xander joined in on just a moment later.
As the transformation completed, so did their coupling. The Kitty was now fully a wolf, although her fur pattern was much closer to that of a striped cat than an actual wolf. As Xander let her go she fell to the ground on all fours and snarled up at her Alpha, the one who made her, the one who controlled her. All of her human thoughts were gone, and all that remained were primal, feral desires and a loyalty to her Alpha.
Xander, like all men who had just finished banging a hot girl, reared up on his hind legs and let out a loud growl that turned into an even deeper howl. In doing so, he was letting the world know of his conquest, his power. Kitty let out her howl in solidarity, letting anyone and everyone know who his conquest was. Roxy responded in the distance as well, bound by her instincts to reply, and giving the police she was chasing enough time to run into an alley to hide.
And the night had just begun.
To be continued…
Roxy belongs to Psyco Turnip
Kitty belongs to Kitty
Curious what might have happened had the transformation of Kitty happened in a more animalistic fashion? There is an alt ending available on my patreon page covering that exact scenario: Feral Obsession - Part 2 Alt Ending
Thanks to Sleepygirl, Kitty, Ivy, and Psyco Turnip all for collaborating on this story with me! This was very much a group effort in ideas, writing and editing!
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! You can find alt endings and alternate scenes for most of the stories I’ve made on my Patreon page! If you have any comments I would love to hear them! You can follow more adventures at Spirals Nightclub! or my Deviant Art Page
Featuring: Xander, Kitty, Roxy
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Feral Obsession - Part 4
Feral Obsession - Part 4 - Alt Ending (Patreon Exclusive)
Feral Obsession - Part 5
Feral Obsession - Part 5 - Alt Ending (Patreon Exclusive)
Feral Obsession - Part 6
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Feral Obsession - Part 7
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Feral Obsession - Part 8
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Feral Obsession - Part 9
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