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THE GROUCH

“You’re a mistake! A fucking green freak no one wants!” The words hit me as hard as his fists. Warm blood quickly filled my mouth as my head sank into the cold snow.

“Gus, no! Leave him alone!” Her cries made my heart leap as I tried to protect my face from his blows, my ears ringing from the impacts. She rushed to us, hitting Gus on the back, trying to force him off me.

“No. He needs to learn his place!” Gus shoved May-Martha aside, her body falling roughly into the snow. Seeing him push her so aggressively infuriated me, and I groaned, swinging my fist into the fat fuck’s face and watching as he wobbled back.

“Why you—” He spat a mouthful of blood out into the snow as he rolled up his sleeves. “You’re going to regret that, you abomination.”

“Gus, please! Just let him go! He-he means nothing to me! Nothing !” May-Martha’s statement stung more than Gus’ blows as I stared at her, my heart shrinking.

“You hear that?” Gus grinned, blood staining his teeth as he punched me again. “No one wants you here, Grouch! No one! You’re nothing!” He swung one last time, knocking me into darkness as a loud ringing filled my ears. “Nothing!”

My body shot from the bed, my heart racing as I gasped. I had to blink a few times before realizing it was only a dream, a painful memory that haunted me almost every night, my childhood clinging to me as if it were my shadow. I spent years trying to forget, trying to start over, but every night, I was yanked back, forced to relive the painful memory over again and again.

My hand rubbed my face in frustration, my fur soaked in a thin layer of sweat. The thin sheet around my waist pulled as her soft voice whispered in the darkness, barely awake.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I groaned. “Go back to sleep, Max.” Her naked body rotated beneath the sheet as she rolled to face me, her emerald-green eyes staring into mine.

That fateful night I left town, Max, who was only a child at the time, had stupidly followed me all the way out here. I spent days trying to scare her off, to make her go back home, but she always refused, the stubborn ass. Eventually, I gave up, accepting I was stuck with her. As much as I hated it, it was rather pleasing not being alone all the time. It was just the two of us hiding away out here, away from everyone else. Over time, she grew up from the lost child she was into a surprisingly attractive yet annoying woman. She was no longer some innocent young school girl who followed me around like a lost puppy. No, not anymore. She was a woman now, a woman whose only goal in life was to make me happy—something that annoyed the hell out of me at times but came in handy during certain times of… need . I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy her company, but no matter how much she sexually pleased me, I always felt empty in the end.

“You’re always such a meanie.” Max played with the long green fur on my chest, twirling the strands between her fingers as her bare leg gently rose up mine. My body instantly reacted to the familiar touch as her fingers slowly trailed down my chest. “Was it another nightmare?” Her hand dipped below the sheet, slowly palming my hardening cock. I nodded, slightly thrusting my hips into her hand. “You know I can help take your mind off it. Let me replace that hovering darkness with better things.” She stroked my shaft, tightening her fingers as she reached the tip, running her thumb across it gently.

Max’s hand moved faster, touching me the way she knew I liked, kissing my chest as her copper curls fell across her face. I laid back, pushing my pelvis further into her grasp as she quickened her pace. Despite her hand being unable to fully wrap around my girth, she was still able to guide me to the edge, the tip of my cock weeping as I tried to hold myself back, enjoying the slightly painful edging. Her free hand gripped my neck, forcing me to look at her as she grinned, her mouth hovering over mine.

“You’re so close. I can feel you soaking my hand.” She dragged her grip down my shaft as I leaned into her, moaning softly. “That’s right.” She kissed me fiercely. “Let it all out.”

As much as I tried to focus on her naked body and perfect touch, all I could think about was May-Martha and those ruby-red lips, imagining they were gliding along my shaft in place of Max’s hand. The idea of her alone nearly sent me over the edge.

Max’s grip on my neck tightened as her tongue ran along mine, her other hand forcing me to come beneath the sheet. I couldn’t help but moan and thrust into her palm, soaking it completely as I came. My cock contracted as I pushed every drop of my excitement out of my body, ramming my mouth against hers. My hand gripped her bare breasts, playing with her pretty dark nipples as she melted into me, moaning alongside me.

“Forget her,” Max breathed into me, playing with the tip of my cock, her hand sticky and hot. “Just be with me. You don’t need her. You don’t need May-Ma?—”

I pushed Max’s body away, my sour mood instantly returning at her words. My body shot from the bed as I stood and looked back at her.

“You don’t get to say her fucking name,” I growled.

Max crawled on all fours across to bed towards me, her eyes wide with regret and longing. “I-I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Yes, you did.” Even if we did fuck around, there was one thing I never tolerated from Max, and that was her badmouthing May-Martha. I’d listen to her talk shit about anything and anyone else, annoy me however she wanted, but not May-Martha. She didn’t get that privilege.

Max stepped from the bed, dropping the sheet as she stood in front of me, fully exposed. The sight of her was hard to ignore—her large, full breasts, perfect curves, and that juicy mouth of hers. It pissed me off how much my body liked hers, but fuck, even being pissed at her, I liked what I saw a little too much. It made me weak, and she knew it. She cautiously stepped closer, those fucking green eyes of hers staring deep into mine as she played with the fur on my chest.

“You know you can’t stay mad at me,” she teased, bringing my cock back to life with a single sentence. Her eyes fell, noticing my reaction, a soft, prideful grin pulling at her lips—her wet, full lips. “Don’t be so mean. Let me fix that?—”

I grabbed her neck, her mouth slightly gaping as she gasped softly. My eyes bore into hers, anger and sexual frustration both fighting inside me, burning through my veins. Fuck, she knew how to play me. Her body was a weapon made to destroy me, and she used it well.

“You want to fix it?” I leaned close as I growled the question. “Then why don’t you put that pretty mouth and sharp tongue of yours to good use?” I pulled her neck, forcing her down to her knees as my cock hovered in front of her face, dripping both from when she made me come and at what I planned to do to her. “The only thing I want to hear out of you right now is the sound of you choking on my cock as I fuck your face.” My hands gripped her curly hair, thrusting my large self into her moist mouth. She nearly gagged, her jaw popping, unable to fully fit the length inside as I grunted, pushing harder, unleashing all my rage and frustration.

Max gripped my legs, holding tight as I continued, growling at her muffled moans. Her tongue barely had any room to move, gliding alongside my shaft, her hands playing with my fur as she let me take everything out on her.

It didn’t take long for my orgasm to build, and I held nothing back as I shot my cum down her throat with a loud roar. The sounds of her gagging made me smile as I looked down, pumping the rest into her mouth. She stared up at me, eyes watering as she clawed at my legs, swallowing. I could feel her tight, hot throat contracting around me, causing me to flex and twitch until the high of it all slowly began to fade away.

I released Max’s head, pulling my cock from her wide mouth as she gasped, drops of my cum dripping from the corners of her mouth, stringing from my body to her tongue. She wiped her mouth, licking her fingers clean with a devious smile. Fuck, she was irresistible, a fucking vixen sent to torture me in all the best ways.

“Always leaving such a mess,” she purred, leaning forward as her tongue flicked the tip of my cock. “Let me clean that up for you.” Max continued to run her tongue along me, cleaning every bit of my cum and her saliva from my body. I had to control myself, resist the insane urge to fuck her again. I pressed my cock against her lips softly, her kisses causing my eyes to roll back. “You could always bend me over and?—”

The sound of distant laughter echoed through the cave, cutting through the thick, hazy moment.

“Someone’s here,” I grumbled, pulling away from Max and towards the mining entrance.

When I ran away as a teen, I found this old mining quarry, abandoned and tucked away in the mountain caves. It seemed perfect, a hole deep in the Earth I could make my own. Over the years, staggering lost folk would lose their way, wandering the woods and stumbling around my cave. I’d always scared them off, terrorizing them and sending them away. This was my place, and I was going to keep it that way. Aside from Max, no one was welcome here.

Moonlight peeked through the gated entrance of the quarry, the world drenched in a cool hue of blue as snow coated the woods. The laughter was clear, coming from nearby. I carefully opened the gate, stepping into the snow to hunt the source of it down.

As I traveled through the woods and stomped over the snow, my foot met something, the sound of wood crunching beneath my weight. I bent down, wiping the cold aside as I realized it was a fallen sign. Anger boiled in my veins, my heart racing as I read the hand-painted letters to myself: Beware. Here lives the abomination, a green monster no one wanted. The Grouch. My arms bulged with wrath and fury as I snapped the wooden sign. Laughter erupted through the trees as birds flew into the night sky, startled by the sound. I watched as they flapped their midnight wings, an idea hatching inside my brain, my lips curling upwards in the most unnatural smile.

A monster, huh?

I closed my eyes, sniffing the air as I caught a trail of not one, but two scents, twisted together. Oh, what fun this will be. My feet continued, picking up the pace as I followed their trail, eventually finding a stumbling couple in the woods. They were drinking, wandering around in the dark without a care in the world.

“I think it’s this way,” the man slurred, his arm wrapped around the woman’s neck. He was holding a shovel, using it as a cane to walk.

“Oh, stop. There’s no Grouch up here. Gus was probably just telling another one of his stories. You know how he is!” she teased him, taking a brown bottle from his mouth to take a sip. “That man is full of bullshit. Now, give me that before you hurt yourself!” She snatched the shovel from his drunken ass.

The sound of Gus’ name made me snap.

I lunged from behind the trees in their direction. The couple screamed as I tackled the man into the snow, knocking the frantic woman over in the process. My legs straddled his feeble body as I roared and growled, slicing his torso with my claws, ripping his body to shreds. Hot blood spewed in all directions, soaking the fur of my chest and face, hitting my tongue as I savored it. He pleaded and cried, clawing at the air in a desperate attempt to escape, but it was no use. I was seeing red, and nothing could stop me. I clawed at his skin, forcing his head to the side as I exposed his neck, widened my mouth, and bit into his flesh, crunching his bones beneath my sharp teeth, breaking his neck. His body fell limp as his life quickly faded away.

My tongue licked at his blood as it ran down my lips, the woman screaming as I turned to see her backing away from me, tears drenching her reddened face.

Oh, no, you don’t.

I crawled towards her as she scuttled back, turning to run with a second scream. She whipped around as the spade of the shovel slammed into her skull, knocking her into the snow. My eyes raised to see Max standing there, holding the tool with a giant grin on her face.

“What a pleasant surprise this is,” she cooed. The woman groaned, blood pouring from the head wound as she slowly began to regain consciousness. Max raised the shovel, whacking the woman’s face again, hammering away as the woman’s features began to smoosh together, becoming nothing but a bloody pile of flesh and bone. The sound of the metal meeting bones echoed through the trees.

“Easy, freckles,” I stated, honestly impressed.

Max landed a final blow, breathing heavily as she glared at me, her body caked in blood and brain matter. She pierced the shovel into the snow, glancing at the man’s corpse behind me as I rose to my feet.

“What were these two even doing out here? Don’t they know not to come here? This is your land.” She leaned against the handle.

“It seems I’ve become something of an attraction. Thanks to Gus, everyone now knows where I live. The home of the Grouch, a monster, an abomination to gawk at from afar.” I examined my bloody claws. “I think it’s time I show them just how much of a monster I really am.” I looked over at Max with a smile. “What do you say we pay little ol’ Whoreville a visit, Max? It’s time they learn what happens when a monster finally snaps at the hand that beats him.”

Max lifted the bloodied shovel over her shoulders, approaching me as she stood on her toes. “Just say the word. I’ll follow you anywhere. Besides, I rather enjoy killing people.” Max’s eyes sparkled at the bloody shovel, turning her head to lick it. I couldn’t help but grin, gripping her face as I leaned down, breathing into her bloodied mouth.

“Good. No more hiding.” I slammed my mouth to hers, nearly lifting her off her feet as we embraced, excited by the taste of blood.

I’m coming for you, Gus. And you too, May-Martha.