Mal0dapted

>You are Anon, and you’re trying not to piss your pants.
>You hide in your bathroom, your back pressed up against the wall right by the open door.
>In your hands you clutch your baseball bat so hard your knuckles are turning white.
>You listen intently for the sound of that...thing moving in your room.
>What the fuck it was, you had no idea.
>But you’d been receiving pictures of it on your phone from some unknown number for the last two weeks. Ever since you’d downloaded that damn app you thought was a virtual chat.
>At first it was just random snapshots of places you didn’t recognize.
>Then came the places you did recognize.
>Then the places you’d recently visited…
>Then YOU were in the pictures..
>And so was that...thing.
>That monster with a canine skull, oily black hair, pupiless white eyes, and a long black shawl.
>Each picture it was closer to you.
>Then you started seeing it in the corner of your eye…
>And now...it was in your house.

>In your room adjacent to the bathroom, you hear the sound of claws clicking on the hardwood floor, getting further away as it heads for the door leading to the living room.
>Breathe Anon...breathe.
>You want this thing gone? You want it dead, or at least to flee?
>Well, you’re the one with the weapon here. And it’s going away from your hiding spot. If there was ever a time to strike, it was now.
>As the sounds get further still, you tiptoe out of the bathroom and try not to yelp when you see it standing in the doorway, trying to hide behind the wall as it peers into your living room.
>You steady your breathing, get a better grip on the bat, swallow your fear...and you rush it.

>It turns it’s head just in time to receive a solid “whack!” to the back of it’s head.
>You heard something splinter; if it was the bat or it’s skull, you had no idea.
>But the thing yelps loudly like a dog stumbling backwards onto the floor.
>You raise the bat again and swing, this time landing a hit to it’s side and getting another yelp out of it.

“Get. OUT!”

>You scream at the thing, going for another strike.
>But this time, you pause at the apex of your drawback.
>It’s...not even trying to fight back.
>All it’s doing is laying there, cowering, one hand clutching it’s snout while another is raised feebly to protect it’s head.
>From its throat comes a raspy noise, but you recognize it soon.
>Whimpering…

>What the hell?
>This demonic looking thing stalked you for weeks, invaded your home…
>Your fear is mostly gone now...you honestly didn’t expect this.
>But when it moves slightly, you raise the bat again, and it flinches.
>Then, for the first time, it spoke.

>”P-lEa-sE…” It’s voice was garbled, yet it sounded...vaugely feminine. It’s plea was barely intelligible thanks to it’s lack of lips. But you understood.
>Slowly, you lower the bat.

“Why are you in my house?” You demand. “What do you want with me? Why have you been stalking me?!”

>Fear has been replaced by anger. No matter how pitiful the thing seems to be, all your frustration is coming out now.
>It whimpers at the tone of your voice, and barely squeaks out a response. “S-aW...sa-W y0u...thO-ugT you wAn-Ted Mal0…”

>It sniffles, sitting up a little now, still clutching it’s snout with it’s hands. “Mal0 w-Rong…” it whines, shuffling back from you.

>Okay...now you feel kind of bad.
>Appearances aside, it seemed like this monster had no intent to hurt you.
>You frown and step closer, it flinching as you get near.
>You put a hand up defensively, then slowly kneel, setting the bat on the floor beside you.

“Hey, easy...I’m sorry for yelling, and for hitting you. You really scared me, I was just trying to protect myself…”

>Hesitantly, it looks up at you.
>How it can see without pupils you have no idea, but you can tell it’s looking right at you. It’s eerie, but you notice a few tears have welled up in it’s eyes. That makes it’s gaze a lot less creepy.

>”I-iTs oKa-y...u-sEd to ii-t…” The thing says, pulling it’s hands away from it’s muzzle.
>You did some damage. Two of it’s molars have been knocked clean out, and the bone is cracked around the jaw joint on the right side.
>But like this you can get a good look at it’s features.
>No...her features. The voice wasn’t just a coincidence, this thing was clearly female. You could see the outline of her body under the shawl. There were breasts, and her body had feminine curves.
>Her face was really the only skinless part of her body. Around the top of her head the hair covered most of it, and you saw two raggedy canine ears pressed flat back against her head poking out of her hair.
>Her hands and arms, and presumably the rest of her body were covered in a greasy, matted black fur, her hands and feet ending in sharp claws nearly an inch and a half long.


>Your gut twisted as you took all this in. You felt bad for hitting a girl with a bat. Granted, some sort of demonic, otherworldly canine monster girl. But still a girl.
>And she was clearly more afraid of you than you were of her.
>You remain silent for a moment before reaching out to brush some of her hair back out of her face.
>She flinches and whimpers when you do, but doesn’t try to escape.
>You run your fingers through her hair, giving it a few strokes.
>She’s shaking...

“I guess you found out about me because of that app I downloaded?”

>She only responds with a feeble nod, a few more tears running down her bony cheeks. “S-tuPid Mal0...no-boDy waNt b-efOre…” She whines, taking a shaky breath.

>You frown. Her trembling has only gotten worse, a hand coming back up to the “wound” you left on her face.
>Then she starts crying. Not just a few tears, actually crying, her face buried in her arms.
>For a moment, you hesitate, but...you’d be even more of an ass if you didn’t at least try and calm her.
>So, tentatively, you scoot closer and wrap your arms around her, pulling her into a hug.
>After a second, her hands cling tightly to your shoulders as she returns the hug, her face buried into the crook of your neck as her crying turns to full on sobbing.
>Gingerly you reach up, stroking her dark hair in as soothing a manner as you can manage.
>Its slick with grease and knotted to all hell...so was the rest of her fur. She really needed a bath and to be brushed out.
>But for a few minutes you hold her as she sobs, doing your best to let your touch comfort her.
>Eventually she starts to calm down, her sobs reducing to mere sniffles and whimpers.
>But she doesn’t pull away. She’s clinging to you like she’s afraid of you letting her go.
>Your hand comes down to rub her back lightly.

“Mal0...that’s your name?”

>You ask, making sure to keep your voice gentle.
>She nods against your neck, sniffling.

“Well...tell you what. Let’s get you cleaned up and we can talk...does that sound good?”

>She tenses up against you for a moment, clinging to you tighter. Then she nods, and you feel her shaking ease up.
>You smile.
>This whole thing was odd, but you couldn’t find it in you to turn her away just yet.
>You’d figure things out after you got her clean.
>Maybe this woudn’t be so bad.


>The bathroom air is filled with steam as the shower runs hot.
>But nobody is in there.
>For the fourth time you try to pry Mal0’s hands from your arm, and once more you’re met with failure.
>You sigh.

>See, evidently, freaky demonic skull monsters who can stalk you from god knows where and break into your home without leaving a trace are evidently terrified of water.
>Why this is, you haven’t a clue, but she refuses to let go of you.
>She’s shaking a little, and when you make a move to step towards the shower she whines, hugging your arm tighter.
>At this rate she’s gonna pinch off a blood vessel or something. She’s stronger than you would have guessed.

“Mal0, come on. It’s water. Look.”

>You cup your hand under the shower head, letting the water pour into your palm.

“See? It’s harmless. Now quit whimpering, you really need to get cleaned up. Your fur is a mess and I won’t have you leaving greasy shed fur all over my furniture.”

>Mal0’s eyes go from the shower head to you.
>Well, you think anyway. The lack of pupils makes discerning exactly what she was looking at pretty difficult.
>Her ears are pressed back against her head however, and finally, she releases your arm.
>Oh sweet blood flow.
>You shake out your arm before digging out a towel from under the sink.

“You already know how the controls work, so I’ll give you so-”

>You’re cut off by seeing her shake her head quickly.

>”D-On’T g0,” she pleads, grabbing your arm again.
>You sort of stare at her for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“Uh...are you sure about that, Mal0?”
>She nods quickly.
>You still feel a little uneasy about this, but you can’t really say no to her.

“Alright..”

>She relaxes and lets go of your arm.
>Her hands reach behind her neck, unfastening something, and you’re left standing there staring like an idiot as he shawl drops to the floor at her feet.
>Her body is...well frankly, it’s quite nice.
>Her breasts are somewhat larger than you thought they’d be, but were supple and perky, and her nipples were black, barely visible protruding from the dark fur around them.
>Her figure is a slight hourglass, if slightly on the thicker side.
>Your dick really wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Thankfully your pants hid your half chub.

>You take a deep breath to get the blush off your face and take her hand, helping her into the shower. Her fur soaks up most of the water, so not a lot sprays over onto you.
>Still, you go ahead and roll up your sleeves and get to work helping her bathe.
>It takes a lot of effort. She’s still somewhat afraid of the water, so you’ve got to guide her to turn and rinse her back, or put her head under the water.
>The water that flows off of her is a dull grey, and you keep having to reach down and pull clumps of shed fur from the drain. She needed this more than you thought.
>It took three rounds of shampooing her hair and fur to get all that grease out. But finally you managed.
>Of course, Mal0 was more than happy to get out of the shower.
>You helped her towel off, then used an old hair dryer you’d forgotten you even owned to blow dry her fur and hair.
>She sits on the bathroom counter while you dry and brush her fur out, undoing all the knots and matted area.
>By the end she looks a little fluffier, but a thousand times better.
>She seems to enjoy being brushed out too, judging by how her tongue is…

>Wait, holy shit.
>You didn’t even realize she had a tongue. Or why that was so surprising.
>It was long though, and black, hanging out from the gap between her front teeth and molars. You guess that black substance on it is her spit. If you could call it that.
>Honestly it looked more like a tendril than a tongue.

>She hops off the counter while you pick up that shawl.
>It takes only a few seconds for you to determine it needs to be washed even more than she needed to be.
>You throw it in your laundry bin, but you’ve got nothing that would really fit her.
>When you told her this, she didn’t seem to care.
>She’s too busy running her fingers through her fur to really mind.
>”T-Han-K y0u…” she says quietly.

>You smile.

“You’re welcome, Mal0. Now come on, sit.”

>You sit on the edge of your bed and pat the spot next to it.
>The naked monster sits down, looking at you.
>Her ears lower once more, as if she fears what you might say.

“So...I’m not gonna ask how you found me all because of that app. But I have to ask...why? Why were you looking in the first place?”

>She’s quiet for a moment, and looks down. Finally, she answers. “Mal0 l0nEl-y…” she says, barely above a whisper. “P-EoplE sC-AreD of Mal0...n-0bodY Wa-Nt…”

>You sigh and run your fingers through your hair.

“Well, stalking people and breaking into their homes isn’t helping you, Mal0…”

>She doesn’t say anything. She just whimpers, her ears pressed flat against her head.
>You continue.

“But...I won’t kick you out Mal0, okay?”

>She looks up hopefully, her ears perked up again. “R-rEallY?...”

“Really. I...I don’t know how well this’ll work, but...I won’t get rid of you. I promise.”

>She let out a happy little whine, and scooted closer to you, wrapping her arms around you and burying her face into your chest.
>It’s a little uncomfortable, the bone feels like sandpaper, but you return the hug, reaching up to stroke her hair.
>It’s a lot easier now that it’s clean and brushed out.
>She presses her face harder into your shoulder once your nails scratch behind one of her ears, letting out happy little whines. You keep focusing your pets there for a moment until you glance at the clock. 3 am.

“Hey, Mal0. I have work in the morning, I need to get some sleep.”

>She nods, pulling away a little but still keeping her arms around. “C..C-aN Mal0 lAy with An0n…?”
>You can’t say no to that, even if you wanted too.
>You nod and pull the covers back, allowing her to slip under them before you lay down as well.
>Soon enough she’s comfortably snuggled up to your chest, her breathing soft while her nails run slowly down your back.
>It’s quite relaxing, and soon enough, you’re asleep.