And she's ANGRY.

Now that you look at the MalO situation as more or less a game, you actually can't wait to see what the next picture will be like. As you study a bit before it's time for bed and even while brushing your teeth, you wonder what kind of pictures will await you once you wake up.

And indeed, in the morning, there are two new pictures waiting for you a you sit up in your bed and check your phone. The first is of the university food court. In the dark. So dark that you would have trouble finding MalO - if it weren't for her fiercely glowing eyes. Gone is the sexy posing, the seductive looks, even the dominant posturing. Glitches and artifacts mar the picture around MalO's form where she clings to the wall behind the food counter, at least 10 feet up, staring out of the picture furiously as hair and breasts completely ignore gravity, instead behaving as if she crawled on even ground.

< T̴̸̛̠̼̺̠̫͉̣̟̠̖̫͗ͭ̂͒̑ͤ͐̒ͥ̑ͩ̌͜ͅḥ̵̺͚̪̰̥ͣ̔̐́̃͂̄ͯ̎̓̑͛̕ͅë̷̡̞̣̜̤̙́̃͂̋̏̎͛̽ͣ͘͞r̨̨̨̭͕̮͕̖̰͙̣̫̘̮̮̍ͭ͐̊͂̒̽͊̋̓ͨ̌̕̚͢e̴̡͓̗͚͔ͭͧ̔ͤ͋̍̑͠͝ a̶̸̴̸̷̵̲͉̥͈̲̟̼̳͇̺̖͕̺̅͂͌͊̍ͧͦ̽͐̿̍̃́͑́̒́͑̚͘͘͠r͕̦̝͙̯̼̼̐ͨͣ̌̋͋͛ͤ̾ͭ̒̽́̍̈ͧ̂̎̈́̇͡_̬ͮ̈e̻̥͙͔͚̹͍͆̑ͯ̀̍̂͐̑̅͗̿͘͞ r̨̨̧̜̣̯̠̯̞̲̹̽̽̾̇̋ͬ̇ͩ̆̅̄́ͦ͋̓̿͟û̦̠̲̮̫̮̤̇ͭĺ͍͕̤̺̼̗̜̪̂̀͗͂͛͘͢͠ḛ̢̆̑ͧͩ̄͞_̡̛̹̥̑ͯs̵̛̺̳̫͙̱͙͓͔͉̳͙̠͕̥͍̓̀́ͫ̿̈ͮ̉ͪ͆̋̀ͤ̒͑̽ͬ̈́ͩ̋̌ͭ̽͟͠͡͠ John. R̸̴̤͕̮̣͌͂͒̆̄̿̃́ͨͯ͜͞͡ṳ̡͔̑̈ͯ͗ͅl_̵̧̥̳̗͈̝̰̟͈̈́ͦ́ͥ̊ͨ̽ͯ̄̉̾e̘̮͚̝̻̟̹͎̎̈́͊͑̉̓͜͝s̴̶̞̙ͪ̓̔̽͛ y̶̰̮͈͉̥̖̯̠̆̐̂̈ͫͯ̓ͯ͑͆o̟_̵̮̯́ͥ̈́u̡̫̜̯̹̓ͣͣ́̌̑_̺̠̺̭̮̱͙͉͍̿ͯ̃͂͆̍̆̓̐ͭ̕ b̴̷̨̧̦̤͓̮͈̱͙͗̓̌ͬͮ̌ͭ̊͘r̵̛̳̥̫̠͓̬ͤ̍͆̽̔̒̚_̵̶͚͕̠͍̱̼͈̦͖̇̓͊̌́́̀ͨ͐͛͑͑͡ơ̴̧̛̺̪̦͕͍͉͆̄ͨ̍͛̆̏̓ͧ̐̎ͦ̔͜͝ͅķ̵̨̺͎͔̻̥̳͉̮̱̗͉̖̗͍̖̲̟̰̩͖͛̆ͮ͆̅̎͆̍̒ͤ̑̿̄̍̐̃ͫ̏̓ͪ͘͢͠͝e̢̧̨̞̱̮͎͇̣̪̣͓̠̻͎̳͖̥͖̭̖͚͛̎̍̆̉̆̐̽͒͗̎̿̒̅ͭ́̍͋̕͟͜͞͠.̸̸̨̨̨̫̗̹̖̱͈̘̼̻̘̋̌̅ͦ̏̈̆̈͊͆̋ͫ̀̑̕͜͝͡͞ N_̡̫̲͓̪̼̺ͩ̽̇ͣ̃͒́̉̽̊ͯ͐̚͟͜͡͞ͅ_̹͙̳̤̖ͦ̀̋̿̆̆͐͒ͯ͋o̰̖̪̠̞͛̏̎̀͌͟͜͞w̸̷̱͙̼̟̺̘͇ͧͪ̔̽͡ͅ I̷̶̢̧̢̛̯̯̩̥̰̣̗͍̮̟̖̲̖͖͖̓ͤ̆̾͂͛́ͥ͆ͯ̃͆̍͘͢͢͠͠͞'̳̘͉̤̪̦̣̬̱̩̞͓͖̫ͪͨ͋̔͆͑̄͑̌̐ͥ̌̔̈̄̚͢m̴̧̡̥͇̼͚̪̮͙͓͕̹͈̟̽ͩ̇̆̔ͦ͗̆ͦ̎ͬ̅͘͜͝ c̛̻͙̬̒̒̿̽ͫ̍͗̂̒ͯȍ̗mì͍̝́ͯ͜͠n̡̡̧̛̥͚̙͕̼̖̩̣̾̆ͮͯ͋́̑̌́̽ͧͬ̐̕͝͝͡g̵̮̟̮͚̲ͯ̇ͮ͐̑̎͡͡ f̵̢̛͈̯͙͖̦̗̟̝̘̠̟̗̭̮͕̞͍͎̖̥̿́ͯ̄ͭ̃ͭ̑ͧ͑ͣ́̓̅ͩ̀͂̉ͧ̕ͅͅo̴͇̣͍̹͆ͩ̈́ͪ̌ͦ̏ͥͯ͐ͫ̀̕͟͠ͅŗ̷̧̝̘̾͘_̮̻̒_̯͋̉_̴̣̦̩̱ yơ̵̛̻̯͈̼̭͔͇̮͎̖̭̯̲̙̩̟̭͈̐ͨ͂́͛̂̐͊̋͑ͣͬ̂͗ͧ̕͜_ư̧̨͍̞̮̪͚̫͇̬̬̪̹̮̮ͮ͛ͦ͂ͯ͛̐̎ͭ̈́̎ͬ͛̂ͩ̒̒̉́͗͆̇̀̑ͯͦͫ̚͜͡.̴̷͈̄̀̌ͫ̽͛ͤͬ͜͜. >

Okay, that is pretty good. You broke some rules, huh? Now biiig, scary MalO is coming. Oooh, you're scared. A busty wolf lady hunting you! Ain't that something. The people behind this app are nothing if not creative. Let's see the next one...

< T̲͖ͤ͑͆̀͠_̥̞̪̭͖̥̐̌̃̾ͮͧͨ̆̎̓ͯ̾̉ͥ̍̾ͬ̏͐̀͗͘ͅḩ̸̘̤͈̭̣̼̘͎͓̱̥͇ͮͤ̿̏̓̿ͫ̔̎ͨ̊̈̎̑ͤ̍́̉̕͡͞͞è̥̗͈̰͍͔͖ͮ͂̎̆ͧ͑͝r̢͎͓͚̗̯͙̅ͥ̆̅͋̏̈́̂̄ͦ͊͘͘ͅe̵͈̩̣̙̥̞͓̤͕̗̱̤ͫͯ͐ͧͭ̉̎͂͑̎ͩͣͬͤ͞_̮̮̝͇͑͑ͭ́̎̋ͨ̕̚'̴̗̤͙̖ͩ̀ͨs̸̶̵̵̨͔̮̦̩̣̙̹͓̦̟̖͖̺̰̬̏̎̑̽̽̃̿͒ͨ̊̊̾́̇ͭ̊ͭ̆ͨ͘͢͝ ṇ̶̨̛̼͔͚̮̣̹̫̏̽́͐̄̎ͣ͛̃ͣ̓ͨ͒̏ͪ́̎̕͘͟͢o̷̢̧̞̟̦̪͍̱̠͉̗̪͛́̽ͥ̀̓ͩ̇̓̇̐ͨ͋̆ͤͮ̔̒͗̎ͧ̊͌̉͘͠ͅ ȩ̨̛̺̪͚̝̟͉̜̥̠̎̃͒̋̈́̾ͣ̕s̮̺ͩ͑̾_̦̐ç̗͈̒̓̇͟͠ą̧͈̘̫̟͙̙̂̈ͤ̋ͪ̋͒ͮ̌͐̿ͪ͌̾͜͠p̺͊̑eͤ.̼̫̘̻̯ͬͦ͊̔̂͒̂ >

Mmmaybe it's a good thing you ordered that pepper spray. The pic shows MalO in the very repair shop you visited yesterday. It's empty safe for her, where she stands with her head tilted to the side, glowing eyes wide open and staring straight into yours. You're transfixed, unmoving, staring right back at MalO.

DING! *Bzz-bzz*

< Ȋ̴̷̵̢̙̠̯͕̦̜̰̮̗͇̱ͦ̓̔ͦ͌́ͣ͋̕_͂͠'̻̮͉̌͂̍̔͐ͦͧm̸̵̴̜͈͎̦̭̾ͮ͊̄͆͋̉̈́̌͐̾͊ͮ̅̃͘͜͟͜ͅͅ t̯̦͚̬̫̰͖͚͙̝̖͈̺̮ͭ̒̌ͭ̂ͭ̆̈ͪ͆͂͌͘͞͞r͚̺ͮ̈ą̵̴͈͇̩̗͓͙̘̑̎̀͂͐̿͘͢͝͝͞ck̴̡̢̛͍͉̩͉͖͕͙͇͇̠̦̥͔̥̝̮̝̹̰ͤ͐̑̓̅ͧ̔̿̎̂̓̄ͮ̌ͧ͘̚͘͜͜͟͡i̸̘̺̟̫̬͉̣͈̳̫͖̯͔̟̻͈̗̾͌̽̆ͥ̃ͪ́́̉̐͐̈̚͘͜͜͡͠͞͝ǹ͕̰̥͔̙̯̼̈̎̽̆ͧ͘͘͘͟_̡̰͉͊ͣ̃̊̚͢g̵̷̡̢̳͎͚̟̲̭̱̼͂̌͗̈ͯ̈́ͫ̽̇ͥ̈́̆͑̚͜͠_̵̢̠̭̥̥̠̇ͨ̀̋ͅ y̲͎̳ͭ͋ò̵̴̢͔̣̻̫̠͉̭̼̺͉͓̰̼ͫ̊̐ͣ̆ͭͯ́͘̚͟͜͡ư̵̷̸̗͎̳͓̮̼͓̙͍͈͉̺̳̗̻͖͎̼̼͇̹̣ͧͣ̄̉ͧ̆̇ͭ̇͛̂ͤ̿ͧ̐ͭ͊͘͢͞ d̦̯͚̤͓ͭ̃̏ͣ͒ỏ̮̅͋ͬ͞w̵̡͖̯̟͇̙͉̙͇͖̱ͬ̉̈́͛̀̍ͪ̓̈́͊̽͆͊ͬ̌̎͘͜ͅn̡̧̛͕̟̱̝̮̺͈̰̹̞̖͙͍̹̦ͪ͒́ͬ̋̂͒ͥͭͯͥ̒ͭ̒ͭ͟͝͞͡͝_̴̰̀̒>

Now things are getting scary. MalO is standing in the lobby of your apartment building now, almost the entire picture filled with artifacts that continue to distort the image as you look at it. Making it seem as if MalO is moving, inching ever closer. You want to close the app, shut off your phone, but find you can't move a muscle.

DING! *Bzz-bzz*

< A̸̹̦̘̝̾̑ͮ͐ḻ̮̜̤̳͖̬̻͓̙̪̺̜̙̏ͮͮ̇͑̒̓ͫͤ̓ͣ̌͞ṃ̷̧̳̖̜̘̮͚̺̣͎͕̥̳̊́͐́ͣ̑ͬ͌̓ͬ̔̅́̇͘͟͝͞_̢̛ͮo̸̕s̨̾̽t̵̡̡̨͔͎̤̦̲̫͈̫͙̮̬̹͉̲̗͈̩͔͛̒͌͛̿͋̓͊̓ͮͥ͗̏̓̀̉͟͟͢͠͠͝_̵ g̡̢̛̛̝̯̘̹̘͇̫̥͍̟̬̝̭͔̺͓̟ͬ̌̄̄̆̎͛̌ͨ̅̾ͣ̀̐̃̆ͮ̄ͥ̚̚͟͟͢͠oͯ̕_̷̨̛̙̜͎͉̲͍̦̬͚̦̮̮ͬ̈́͊̍ͬ̈́́͋ͯ̕t̷̴̬͚̫̱̜̞̤͓̯ͣ͊̅̾̉͌ͩ̚ y̰͈̜̫͍ͪ̈́̄ͮͅo̷̵̷̴̡̡̨̧̺̭̥̖̣͉̹̦͎͙̮͔̪̗͈̞̰͖̖̞͎ͨ͆̎̀͐̓̋ͨͤ͗ͩͮͭ̿͘͟ų̶̵̵̨̨̨̧͍̙͙̞̟͈̞̙͙̳̞̠̭̥͉͇̞̮͛̑̓ͭ̉̒ͨͬ͂̐̊́̅ͮͪ̒͐̿͢͠ >

The distorted, fuzzy image doesn't show MalO. It shows the door to your apartment.

"You're MINE!"

An invisible **** slams you back onto the bed, your phone clattering to the floor as your pajamas are torn off your body. You're still reeling from the fact that you actually heard the husky, distorted voice when you feel something hot and slick snake around your exposed dick, and thanks to your head being tilted up by the pillow, you see little John rising from your crotch - limp as he is. You see the skin move, get squeezed and tugged as the entity that's assaulting you brings her tongue to bear, intent on making you hard, getting you ready, and yet all you can see is how your body reacts, shaft growing larger and stiffer, the skin of your thighs and stomach yielding where MalO's hands press into it.

You try to struggle, try to move and fight back, but it's like all outgoing signals from your brain are blocked, and you can't even move a muscle, entirely at MalO's mercy. Her skillful tongue quickly has your traitorous cock swollen and throbbing, but even now, she keeps sucking on your length, dexterous tongue twisting around it as you feel her fangs press into your crotch, until you finally feel her pulling back, your rod glistening with ghostly saliva.

"You could have followed the rules, John," MalO croons, her voice crackling and fuzzy as if it's coming from a damaged speaker - in fact, you realize, it's coming from your phone's speaker, further disorienting you; MalO is clearly having her way with you up on the bed, but her voice is coming from the floor next to the bed. "We could have had fun. But now... I'll need to teach you a lesson!"

Something wet and hot and silky touches the swollen tip of your member, and you groan as the sensation moves down along your pulsing rod. You see your cock strain and bend and twitch and finally straighten as MalO slowly takes you entirely, and your panting is only partly arousal as you can't do anything but watch what she's doing to you, body limp and unmoving, heart hammering in your chest.

"Don't try to struggle..." You feel MalO's hands on your chest, her claws pushing against your skin, hair tickling your shoulders, the fur of her thighs against your hips, your body yielding under MalO's invisible touch. "Didn't you read the tag phrase of the app? You'll never be alone again, John..."

MalO's distorted voice makes the statement more than ominous, but before you can properly process it, the invisible apparition begins to move. You feel the folds of her snatch ripple around your shaft as she rises, rolling her hips gently, your painfully erect cock painting figure eights and more esoteric shapes in the seemingly empty air as ectoplasmic pussy juices coat it liberally, squelching and trickling down onto the sheets.

The pleasure is sublime, MalO's pussy the best you've ever felt, but the impossibility of the situation threatens to overwhelm you. You're getting **** by a ghost! An invisible nymphomaniac with massive tits you can feel grazing against your chest as she rides you, her hands gripping your shoulders tightly as she grinds her hips against your crotch! And somehow, she can make it so you're completely unable to move.

"Do you feel that, John? Do you feel my pussy swallowing you up?" MalO's distorted voice still comes from your phone, but you can feel her hot tongue trail over your earlobe as she speaks, the ghostly sensation of her hair brushing over your face. "You're nice and big and juicy. I'm going to milk you dry, my new toy..."

You groan helplessly as MalO keeps up her movements, torturously slow and sensual, rising up and down on top of you - a fact you can only tell via the sensations around your straining dick as it twitches and bends from side to side. Your balls churn and your dick buzzes with pleasure, but your breathing is shallow and panting as MalO uses you to her enjoyment, your own lust a mere by-product of the whole ordeal.

The sensation of MalO's hair against your face disappears, and the angle of your dick changes. As it bends towards your legs, your duvet gets pushed down in two new places and you feel a furry appendage swish against your thighs and knees that you need a few seconds to place as MalO's tail, her voluminous ass pressing against your upper legs as she gyrates her hips, making your cock wobble and twitch.

"Fuck, you feel good." Your painfully hard shaft strains against the invisible walls of MalO's cunt, and you can see the pre bubbling from your tip and into the ghost fucking herself on your thobbing member. More and more femcum gushes over it, your crotch and the sheets soaked and clinging together. "I know you're close, John! Go ahead, cum for me. Cum for M̴̱͇̩͚͖͕̆͊͑a̸̷̢̗̳̓͗̏͜ḻ̔̀Ō̸̷̝̘̯̫̘̜̦͍̞͕̙͍̩͕̞ͣ̌̄̽͌ͧ̅͂ͤ́̉̔̏̂̍̽̕̕͞ͅ!"

You can't hold back. You can't even grit your teeth against the intense sensations or buck your hips. You can only watch as your swollen rod strains again and again, rope after rope of jizz blasting out into MalO, disappearing into nothingness a few inches from your angry purple glans - and with every cumshot, there's a brief flickering, a distortion of your vision, in which you can see MalO on top of you, her long, dark tongue hanging from her open jaw, her gargantuan, black-furred breasts bouncing in a staccato of images. It is even more terrifying to see her like this, on top of you, than it was seeing her approach your room, the thundering of your heart only partly due to your orgasm. Your mind is blank, and your jaw would hang slack, if MalO's powers hadn't made sure it was like that from the very beginning. And throughout the entirety of your mind-rending climax, MalO keeps riding you.

"H̴̶̯̭̳ͦ͑́̑̀͢͠_̰͇̺̗͙̝̜͉̬̀ͫͫͫ̋̾ͯ͗̊̀͐̊ͭ̂ͦ͢͝͞ǻ͈̦̦̝̺̭̤̞̍̿ͫ̾̕_͉͎̾̓ͥ̉͘͢ha̲̮̳̞̋ͪ̀̀͝ȟ̷̷̶̛̪̰͉̱̳̠̳̟̀̅̽ͥ̄̌̅̔̉̌̄̃̌̑̿̃́ͤ̋̓͡͝a̴̴̧͇̦̱̺̝̭͆̌̅̀͒́͢͠ͅ_̴̴̢̢̛̛̻̳͍̠̄ͣͧ̉̉ͦ́̂͟͝͡ͅh̷̡͍͉͚̠̦͓͓̳̠̘̟̯̤̜͈̉́̓̓ͨͫͤͫͥ͒̐͗ͭ̚͘͡͞͡ͅä̷̵̧͙̺̲̩͎̪͈́ͮ̊ͪͮ́̄̔̾̆ͧ̎ͫ͘͡ͅ!" The distorted laughter from your phone is tinged with lust. "Yes, John! Yes! Empty your balls into me! Give it all to MalO!"

Panting and groaning, you finally feel your climax end, your shaft aching and sensitive as it bends forwards, soon pointing at your face, and you can't see MalO anymore, only feel her touch. Once more, her hands are on your chest, your skin yielding under her weight, and a hot, wet tongue licks over your jaw, hard fangs brushing against your cheek. The sensation of MalO's enormous breasts pressing into your chest makes your shaft twitch weakly as it begins to soften.

"Well ḑ̶̴̶͕̺̰̗̒͌̓͆ͦͥ́͂͢_̛̭̀͞o̸̡̡̺̣̹͚͓̟͑̎̆͆̒̐̌͛͂̆̇n̛̆̽ͫ̽̆e̷̴̘̞̲̠̦̮͔̩̠̯̹̳͈̙͎̠̒ͪ͊̌ͪ̍͌̌̈ͤ̒̐̄ͮ̈͒̂ͩ̕͢͠͡ͅ, John! Now... ready for round t̴̨̰̟̖̪̟͂ͣ̀ͮͬ̒̑̋_ͪͯ͒̍͢w̶̬ͬ̾͑ͧ̾ͮ͢͝͡ơ̵̶̴̞͕͓̼͓̟͉̖̜̰̙͖͇͖̰̞̻ͨ̅̈ͧ̎ͬ̐͋̐̐͘͜͜ͅ?"

A strangled groan issues from your throat as you feel MalO's pussy rise again, only to slam back down, taking you inside entirely and reversing the flow of blood, your aching dick growing stiffer with her every invisible movement.