Click. Flash.

The footsteps stop. Silence, dead as the void. You kneel in silence, your legs, chest, and junk exposed to the cool night air, and slowly bring one hand to cover your mouth. You feel sick, or dizzy, you don’t know which – you stare straight ahead, listening with all your intent, and try your best not to faint dead away.

An eternity seems to pass, or near enough, before the footsteps start again, the sound splitting the night – are they getting louder? Are they approaching you?!

No… No they’re not. They’re fading, moving on.

Once you’re absolutely sure that you can no longer hear a single thing, you cover your shame, and dress yourself as quickly and quietly as possible, trembling like a leaf. You take several deep breaths, until you feel you can walk again without stumbling over your own feet and keeling over, and then you retrieve your phone.

The photograph, which you feel like you’ve walked through the crucible of Hell to acquire, is… Well, it’s… Perfect.

You stare for a moment at the pitiful, degenerate wretch, gazing back at you with wanton need on his face, and desperation in his eyes. His face is positively aglow with crimson, and glistening with beads of sweat. Your blind terror and absolute humiliation seems so easily to give the impression you’re wracked with lust; as though you’re edging on the cusp of explosive, blissful release, waiting only for someone to tip the balance… Is this really going to be a reoccurring thing for you?

You look in the background of the photo, at the mouth of the alleyway. Though not in focus, the figure of the stranger is indeed there – more of a dark blotch or a hazy black silhouette, breaking up the amber light cast by the street lamp, than an actual person with distinguishable features.

You’re about to send the photo straight onto MalO, so that you can start to head home and try your best to forget the whole sorry scene that just played out, when you notice that the camera function on this app has a suite of stickers, overlays, filters, and the like. Most of them are greyed-out and unavailable for use (seems you’ll be able to unlock these for a modest sum of SCPoints), though you flick through the choices already available, making a few mental notes of some you might want to try out later.

A couple though, do stand out and give you pause. There are stickers, here, that can be applied to impose black, furry ears and tails, in the likeness of MalO’s own. Your finger hovers over the selection, and a much-needed smirk returns to the corner of your mouth. What message was it again, that you decided your first foray into amateur pornography should try to communicate to your predator?

“That you can be a good bitch.”

You see no good reason why not. You endured a good minute or so of pure fear and torment to get this photo, and you’d like very much to send it onto your monstrous suitor in the absolute best condition you can manage.

You try it out, and you’re pleasantly surprised with how sophisticated the interface is for applying these effects. You can orient and rotate the ears and tail along any axis, so they behave more like stylised 3D objects than stickers. You can even use pathway nodes to fine-tune the exact direction and curves of the tail. The so-called ‘Studware Commercial Partnership’ really did knock it out of the park with this app. You’re kind of surprised Studs ‘R’ Us let you get your hands on it for no money up front.

Satisfied with the results, you save the changes, and admire your handiwork. Now you really do look like a good little bitch (frankly, you look like a bitch in heat, taking everything into account). You look kind of adorable like this, actually... Although you feel kind of awkward thinking things like that.

You forward your submissive back-alley wolf-boy photograph to MalO (though not before gazing hungrily at his dick pic for another few moments – you have half a mind to make it your phone’s background, but that’s just asking for trouble), and set off. Within a few minutes more, your phone buzzes, and your heart skips. You check his reply as you walk – it’s a string of three wide-eyed MalO emojis, followed by one with the eyes rolled back and his tongue lolling out. You feel warmer all of a sudden, as a shiver of pleasure and pride snakes its way around your body. Definitely worth it.

You’ve almost put your phone back in your pocket, before it vibrates again. You check, and he’s followed that up with another message, encased in brackets – it’s one of those emojis of his own knotted cock and balls, this one spurting out a few generous droplets of cream.

Still ever the horndog… The god-damn sweetheart. You’re starting to think you really don’t stand a chance.