Chapter 12
by 
eggbeam
You need to find something to fuck.
Go back to town
You hazily remember the town you had just come from before you set out. That’s definitely the closest place with holes to fuck. You also realize you don’t even particularly care which hole it is, or who it belongs to, as long as your cock fits in it. You look down again - it’s still your same old tool but it’s got to be at least six inches longer than when you last left it, thicker and veinier to boot. You try to jerk it a little but you realize that your transformation has made your hands deeply unsatisfying - almost sandpaper like, and with terrible sharp claws on the end. No, there can be no more self-satisfaction.
You stalk silently through the woods, an exhilarating feeling. You can sense all the life around you; herds of deer, bunny rabbits, little insects crawling in the bark. It’s almost overwhelming.
Soon you make it to the edge of the woods and see the town, lit up against the darkness. You know it’s neither gated nor guarded, just a small little village, really.