What a funny specimen. Or, I’d rather say, a pair…

I was keen on watching a movie and was not disappointed. Everything boiled down to an absolute comedy.

Finn was already one of my favorite actors. I’d even say in my top ten of the century. If not for his cheeky, perverse tendencies, perhaps he would’ve taken the first spot.

When he wasn’t teasing my daughter or harassing me due to boringness, he revealed himself to be a true gem. Both decisive in his actions and never knowing what his heart wants, he always acted in the most unforeseen way possible and never failed to surprise me.

His time in the laboratory and its consequences on my two protégés were enough to hold my attention for good. Still, now I couldn’t even look elsewhere and didn’t miss a single minute of his life since the moment I had found him with my runaway daughter.

At first, I was skeptical about his worth and couldn’t help but see him in a bad light. But his stupidity, coupled with his absurd sense of duty and heroic state of mind, and mixed all together with the worst sexual predator that ever existed, resulted in something quite interesting that I never thought I would be interested in.

It quickly became my favorite show, and it took me even less time to rewatch the episodes I had missed preceding my arrival and even the arrival of my daughter. I drowned in an endless cycle of laziness and enjoyment, putting aside all my work and pushing all my duties to someone else.

When he was sleeping, I enjoyed watching over his past, and when he was awake, I watched the film unfold in real-time.

To vary the pleasure, I found myself changing point of view: sometimes, through my daughter's eyes, sometimes, from his own or one of his conquests' perspectives. I even tried one of the bandit POVs, but it turned out to be disappointing since those were clueless about what was happening.

Early at night, before Finn fell asleep, he always came to my daughter’s cell and lay beside her to comfort her in her dreams and nightmares. At those times, he rested his mind and researched poison, curses, and other stuff like how to make a demon obey, blatantly exposing his ambitions over me while remaining true to himself and working hard for his goal.

I used those relatively quiet moments to rewind what happened in the day from the perspective of those I couldn’t follow and had fun predicting his next move, the next target who would fall under his hand, or the next girl who would fall under his charm.

I spent all my time looking over him and my daughter for over a month, and luckily, I enjoyed it. Because I felt that if I ever looked away for even a moment, he would not hesitate to take advantage of my negligence to do something absurd.

But if this happened to be a divine augur and only confirmed to be valid after the fact, the one that gave me the most nonsensical showdown at that time wasn’t Finn but rather a side character of his life.

Caty, that was her name. A girl who resembled Finn in many ways and shared his strong sense of justice despite serving as a criminal. Well… that wasn’t everything they had in common. This girl was a beast, and I didn’t refer to her species when I meant it.

Her sexual urge and depravity are just as abnormal as Finn's, and while she tried her best to restrain these ardors for age, she was unlucky to meet Finn. Moreover, she was unfortunate to fall for his shota appearance.

From a crazy girl, willing to sell her soul or anyone’s for the sake of her sister, she went to a crazy girl, willing to do the same only to try to please the man she took a fancy to. Thinking he was her toy when it was the other way around. From any girl who approached Finn, she was perhaps the less attached to him and his value.

Unlike the other, she was not attracted to him and did not nurture any sort of love for him. At this point, she seemed to be the only normal girl, although her aloneness made her the odd one.

But she was just a crazy shota lover. Of all, she took the most pleasure in it, but nonetheless, she was also the most reluctant to ask for it.

She restrained her urge as best as she could for years. She played the hard-to-get girl and contented herself with the few times Finn dared to make the first move. All the while, she unconsciously did her best to satisfy him, going to such extent as to provide unnecessary services under false excuses such as ‘I’m doing this so you don’t bother me anytime soon’ or ‘Don’t think that I make it for you, I’m simply under my heat period.’.

But we must believe that her love for Shota was, in the end, just a trigger, a simple foretaste of her depravity. Because she, too, even if she refused to face the truth, she became attached to Him. Well, it wasn’t love or affection. Only her desire drove her feelings, at least until the very end…

Knowing the person and understanding quite well that mixed thoughts and opposite values cannot exist together without consequence, I was aware that she wouldn’t last. But I never expected her to lose it entirely so soon.

She wasn’t at fault, though; it was all thanks to someone's intervention. Finn, true to himself, did what he did best. He took advantage of a girl and abused her. Ain’t gonna go over this passage again, even if it was pretty funny and hot to watch, but the heavy aphrodisiac and drug concoction he made her take in his attempt to subdue her had quite the effect.

For the first time in her life, or at least I assume it was her first time, she went into real heat, one of a kind only beast people undergo when they suffer from a rare illness that makes it particularly violent. Awakened under Finn's ceaseless teasing and medication, she then tried to restrain it before it blew and made her completely mad.

To my greatest joy, for once, I would be able to watch Finn being taken advantage of and abused. For once, I would be able to see him when he feels lost and defeated.

I'll be honest, I loved it. I’ve never been so interested in the act. I had never enjoyed the disarray of mortals so much. Moreover, it made me excited, or I’d rather say downright horny. I wanted everything and watched everything from both points of view, going from one to the other repeatedly, going up to share my senses with them so I could feel what they felt.

Perhaps this fated moment was meant to be because I suspect it became one of the triggers of my current predicament… Ahem, but that’s another story.

As they matter little, let’s leave aside my own ‘problems’. The thing is, this girl felt helpless and crazy over her urge and lost even more of her means. Taking it as a sign, and in the heat of the moment, she did something dumb. Something that only Finn could have done had he been a beastkin.

She dropped all her defense build over the year and let her instinct in control for a moment. She bites Finn to the bones, like… Literally. So much so that I had to intervene to treat him without his knowledge since I was still sharing their senses.

But the problem isn’t about this–no, instead, this is the whole problem! Biting during the act isn’t new; even some humans are accustomed to such things. But for dog or wolf girls, doing it until the fang actually reaches the bone usually comes as a form of marriage proposition, which then becomes an agreement if the partner responds similarly.

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This girl just acknowledged Finn as a potential husband—something I wasn’t expecting, and she didn’t see coming either, as she didn’t realize it then.

Only afterward did she become aware of it and lose her composure. She remembered what she had done in her madness, how she behaved without restraint like a beast, and how she loved it so much that she had proposed to Finn. Even though Finn had no knowledge of such a custom, its meaning was significant to every beast people.

She was mortified, and she didn’t know what to do or what to think.

LOL!!! This was hilarious. She despised the man who had driven her crazy but hated herself for her weaknesses. And while she didn't know who to hold responsible, her urge took over, and she went to find Finn with a knife. She threatened him while satisfying her needs as if she were threatening her dealer to give her a dose.

Torn between the need for her body, the desire to murder Finn, and her strong wish to disappear, at one point simply, I almost thought she was going to commit murder followed by suicide. Her little game of indecision lasted for two whole days and nights and finally bore fruit out of nowhere.

Like… She finally managed to decide for herself AND to restrain her urge.

She went for a compromise and decided to distance herself from Finn while helping him in his endeavor. Well, she thought of it as a compromise, but to me, it was like a declaration of love, or at least of interest. Because Caty was lying to herself, using excuses, as she had done before, for her sexual desires.

She thought of a plan to shoulder everything that would allow Finn to stay unsuspected and wouldn’t force him to act and kill or fight his old fellow. She even thought she could use this afterward to make him feel indebted.

So things were supposed to go this way:

In step one, she wrote a notice intended for everyone, letting them know she had found clues about her sister’s whereabouts and left them for good. She also wrote that since she no longer needed them and didn’t particularly like them, she would report them to the guild and provide proof of everyone’s crime.

Then, in step two, she would attack Finn by surprise before he could put his own plan into action, knocking him unconscious for a while to prevent him from dirtying his hand. This would also serve to clear him of any suspicion.

Step three, to make her threat real and prove her saying, she would settle her scores with the man she despised more than anyone in this bandit den, the man who had tried to rape her long ago.

All she had to do was leave after committing her misdeed or, even better, after being caught in the act.

It was a clever scheme, simple and without a hitch. Or at least, it should’ve been.

But she made a big blunder, and everything went astray. I've never laughed so much in my entire life, and god knows it has been a lo one pair of idiots; that's what they were. But this one, this Caty, really was in a category of its own.

She successfully–failed everything she was meant to do. She couldn’t have done worse even if she had tried to, and her performance was so amazing that I swore to follow her in the adventures that awaited her.

When she wrote her letter, she had the unfortunate idea of writing a second one to Finn, filled with sudden jealousy and reproach since she wouldn't be able to see him again soon.

Then, this dumb girl had her head so full of impure and dirty thoughts that she nearly killed Finn instead of knocking him down. Actually, even now, I wonder if, during one of her mood swings, she didn't try to end his life for real.

Next, she took malicious pleasure in torturing her sworn enemy and forgot her goal for a moment, that is to say, several hours. Being caught on the spot would have been perfect, except in this case, she would never have heard the enemy approach, let alone notice their presence once they would’ve been in front of the show.

Eventually, she left, forgetting to give Finn her letter and swapping the one intended for the bandits for Finn's.

And as if that wasn't enough, it contained absolutely no information or clues about her scheme, but only the farewell of a jealous girl wishing for your death. What a perfect course of event!!

I swear to you, if I see her in the future, I'll hire her to do my job. It will probably be counterproductive, but how funny it will be!

…

Dear filthy bastard, I am writing to announce that I have repaid you for everything you did to help me find my sister's whereabouts. Given the information and help you provided compared to what you made me go through, I deem my debt to be settled.

I think I was kind enough to let your worthless being alive, even though you deserve a one-way trip to hell. If you find that the compensation does not meet your expectations, it only means that you were wrongly expecting something in the first place and that letting you live was a mistake. A mistake that I’ll gladly correct if you ever attempt to make me say otherwise.

As for the promise you extracted from me under duress and sexual abuse, I kept my word and helped you in your endeavor.

I reluctantly killed one of them before setting out, everything for the little chick’s well-being and your bright future together. By the way, I wish you all the possible misfortune in your relationship.

As for the others, I was ready to kill some more, but I held back because I thought you already would’ve figured out how to handle them, and I didn’t want to spoil your fun.

Anyway, I don’t care anymore.

If you miss me or come to regret your loss, go and complain to another girl instead like you know how to do so well. You will probably be spoiled for choice, and they won't risk killing you during the act, at least.

I don’t give a shit about what you do with other women.

It now seems evident that I can’t satisfy your sex drive even if I go crazy-wild since you still managed to go through all of your appointments with the girls, even after I bit you to the bones. And because I have no illusions you’re only taking me for a funny toy, I'm afraid you’ll be tempted and foolish enough to drive me mad to play again someday. However, I don't think I will be able to restrain myself from massacring you at this time.

Well… at the moment, I feel that if I see you again, I’ll murder you no matter what you do and no matter my state of mind. So, let’s rather say that if I leave, it is to avoid an even worse fate. We better never see each other unless you suddenly want to commit suicide in the most painful way possible.

In summary, I don’t give a fuck to your problem, I am not jealous in the least, and I'm not frustrated at all because I lost my pride as a wolf girl to a mere human.

I have no worries that you will find alternatives to my canine assets, such as plug tails or fake ears. Just don’t you dare think about me while doing it. If I ever sneeze or catch a cold, I will hold you responsible and come to gut you.

PS If fate ever allows us to meet again in this life, or the next ones, prepare yourself to suffer the consequences of what you did to me.

Depending on whether I found my sister and saved her thanks to you, or else achieve it without your help, or make it late because of you, I will either marry you then make you my dog, marry you then feed you to the dog, or make you their whore and made you breed with them until you give birth.

Best regards, your old friends, Caty

DIE IN HELL

Extract from Stockholm syndrome, or how to make a miss fall in love. - First extra. Caty’s War Declaration