Digital Companion: Part 1

>A text message
>It was going to be one of those again, wasn't it?
>You sigh, picking up your phone and sliding your finger in all sorts and manners about the screen, undoing the lock and tapping the message notification.
>Another one of those pictures.
>This time, whatever the damned beast was; it was closer, nearer.
>The view was right outside your home, and while being nestled away in the wilds was appealing, almost safer...
>This was not one of those times.
>You could barely see your houselights through the raging thunderstorm, it was pouring.
>You knew who the sender was, and that only made things even worse.
>Some beast-person-monster, with an inviting, welcoming face-that being a wolf skull; with two beady, white eyes staring back at you.
>Their form was visible underneath black fur, a figure with wide hips, a nice butt and feminine splendor-but whatever creature it was, it lacked the breasts to fit the buxom appearance.
>Unfortunately for them, you weren't a straight shooter.
>It was clearly trying to be seductive, striking poses, showing its assets-none of that relieved your horror.
>The monster was more gutsy; you had clearly seen it out hunting for the last few days, now locking yourself away in your home.
>Shooting at it would only bring things into an even more unknown territory-who knew if weaponry could work against something so...otherworldly.
>So, with the doors locked, blinds closed and the bigger windows barricaded-you waited.
>Would it pop out at you?
>Would it smash through your meager, minuscule defenses?
>None of that.
>Instead, your desperate mental ramblings were interrupted by a polite, but firm knocking at the door.
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>Your mind first went to the thought that it was a ruse, a ploy to get you out of your bedroom and approach it.
>Or, it fucking knocked at the door.
>Another text message.
>You open it, your phone still unlocked and on.
>"Cold. Please let me in."
>no
>You decide to text back.
>"How about no?'
>Sent.
>Yet another one.
>"Im soaking wet the storms scary!"
>You swear you hear a whimper from outside.
>With that, a sense of curiosity flows through you; you take your gun; a pump shotgun,, no time to sperg about the gun.
>The knocking at the door begins once again, and with that; the familiar sound of your phone blaring off.
>A cuss escapes your breath, quickly and nimbly silencing your phone.
>As you near the door; you give yourself a fleeting moment of silent praise; thank god for the peephole you installed a few months earlier.
>You peer through it.
>There it is.
>The monster that had stalked you standing on your porch, right in front of the door.
>They look soaked, probably from the storm; their black fur sleek and doused upon their bountiful form.
>Arms hugging themselves, they keep to themselves to stay warm.
>Emotions surge through you, confused and off guard-what now?
>Was it really just playing innocent?
>Did it really just need someplace to warm up?
>You take your phone out, typing up a quick text.
>"Put your hands up."
>Sent
>"Okay..."
>Through the peephole, you see the creature slowly begin to raise its arms, shivering slightly as it does.
>Your guard lowers even more, but you still keep the shotgun at the ready.
>The door opens, any hesitation being blown away by acting so suddenly.
>You both stand there, staring each other down; until the creature whimpers, flinching at the sight of the gun.
>"P-please..." The voice that comes from it, soft and quiet; with a girlish tone to it.
>You loosen your grip slightly.
>"J-just need someplace, n-need warmth....n-need c-company..." It mumbles, you decide to beckon it in.
>It seems to be the one that hesitates however, with it's arms still being held up; it only inches towards the door.
>"Aren't you coming inside?" You ask, you berate yourself as your tone sounds far more demanding then intended.
>"You're scared, I'm scared..." It whimpers, you lower the gun, still keeping a finger on the trigger guard.
>With that, it slowly, carefully enters your house.
>Wet fur and body dripping on the hardwood floor.
>Seeing the...monster, standing there; it's fangs quietly clattering and as it hugs itself, you find yourself sympathizing with it.
>"Hold on, don't make a move." You mutter, walking backwards; then around the corner and towards your bathroom.
>One towel later, you come out and hand it to the monster.
>"T-thank you, Anon..." It mumbles, you still feel a slight shudder at it saying your name.
>"Yeah."
>With it's form covered, you didn't even get a good look at it; now it's form is concealed by the towel.
>They're short, only standing barely at 5ft.
>You both stand there, awkwardly and cold; you don't want to turn your back, in case it attacks...but it seems far more scared of you than it, doesn't it?
>That's how wild animals work.
>"You'll be warmer if you dry off." You grunt, it nods and goes to the act.
>It's an excuse to sneak a peek.
>Well then.
>It has a dick.
>It's a little small however, canine in appearance; if you had to judge an estimate, it was about 4 inches; maybe in the middle of that range.
>It hides itself; a small whine sounding from him, and you turn away, blushing slightly; warmth filling your cheeks at being caught eyeing it up.
>The monster wraps the towel around it's form, holding an arm and looking down towards the floor.
>You startle at a particularly loud thunder crack, and the skull-faced being yelps at the sound.
>With a small chance, you take the liberty to turn away from the beast and towards the window; the light flashing through the blinds.
>Well, you aren't dead.
>"So...what's your name?" You ask, and the monster, he perks up in response.
>"Mal0, "Mallow",is easier I've been told." He mutters, nodding his head towards you.
>The same name as the app.
>"Okay Mal0, why are you constantly following me?" You get right to the point, cocking a brow as it turns away.
>"And what are you?" You lay in more, and the creature sighs before continuing.
>"I need companionship..." He softly mumbles, looking up at you.
>"I'm only able to really live if someone downloads the app and lets me stay." He finishes, looking up towards you.
>That doesn't sound good, at all.
>"...What happens if someone tells you to leave?" You ask, and Mal0 visibly shudders at the question.
>"Nothing. Absolute nothing; I'm alive, I'm fully aware, of my own consciousness...but there's nothing." He says, a quiver in his voice.
>"Please Anon, I hate nothing."
>Any sense of danger fades, and you make a rash, emotion fueled move.
>You put your shotgun to the side, welcoming Mal0 to the couch where the two of you sit side by side.
>It's then that you notice him shivering, and when you walk over to the fireplace, there's a welcoming lack of claws or fangs sinking into you.
>With a few logs being thrown in, a few pinches of fire starter, you start up the fireplace; getting a small flame crackling; which you soon watch turn a bit bigger.
>The cozy warmth is inviting; and you turn back to the small monster, watching the flames, then their eyes going to you.
>"Thanks." He says, a little bit of his own warmth going into those words.
>He still looks a little cold, and with the heat being out of commission; you want to make sure he's just a little bit more comfortable.
>He isn't dangerous, more of an surprise house guest.
>A supernatural house guest.
>Yeah.
>"Hey, I don't think any of my clothes would fit you." You tell him, he nods.
>"But my mother left some of hers; nothing too weird, I think she has a pair of jeans and one of her weird shawls somewhere." You say, Mal0 is apt to respond.
>"I'll take anything." He says, getting off the couch a little and huddling closer to the toasty fireplace.
>With that, you go into the guest bedroom; rummage around in the closet and come out with the clothes.
>"Here." You toss them the shawl, the jeans and one of your pairs of boxers.
>Mal0 shies his face away, letting the towel fall to the ground, you turn away in acknowledgement of his privacy.
>Until you hear him grunting and growling.
>He's trying to put on the jeans, but he has a little too much ass for them.
>His supple butt clearly visible through the normally loose, black fabric of your boxers.
>Mal0 snorts, folding the jeans and setting them on the couch; he bashfully hides his face when he realizes that you saw the entire spectacle.
>"My butt's big, okay?" He huffs, and you chuckle at his words and demeanor.
>He's cute when he gets irritated.
>With that, you both sit together on the couch.
>You chuckle as you see him playing around with the flowing, green fabric of the shawl.
>It falls over his form, and as you look at him, illuminated by the fireplace; you check him out.
>His thighs are toned and built, with wide hips and a large ass.
>Black hair, akin to his fur color falls down in wavy waves, silk tides that fall upon his shoulders and easily go down to his thighs.
>A blush escapes you, all of it flowed together, even his skull face-culminating into an otherworldly beauty.
>"A-anon...?" He says, brushing some of his hair away, looking at you.
>His eyes shift away, more than a little shy.
>Your mind goes back to his words before, and seeing his true colors now; not only his shy, kind nature; but the beauty he holds.
>As he leans on you, it doesn't take much for your own heart to flutter.
>Being a little rash, you wrap an arm around Mal0.
>Bringing him a little closer to you.
>He happily obliges, snuggling into you.
>The two of you sitting there, comfy and warmed by the fireplace.
>"A-anon..." Mal0 softly coos, you notice his tail wagging; he looks up at you, with eyes brimming with loving warmth.
>"T-thank you."