I wasn't 100% sure what tags to use for human on this, since for Max I've usually used HumanXPokemon, but I settled on #HumanXFurry and #HumanPrey. If you're thrown off by human prey, those are the tags to mute <3

Now, let's see if it fits on wafrn. Presenting, "Hunted on Halloween"…

Rose sat in the back of her friend's car, headed towards Jessica's apartment for some spooky movies and drinks. Well, more drinks - she and Jackson had each had a couple already, which was why Jessica was driving. Well, that and because it was Jessica's car. Beside her, her not-so-secret crush Chris kept stealing glances at her with his gorgeous blue eyes. Rose really hoped they were the good kind of glances, rather than the "she really hasn't noticed her shirt's on backwards?" kind of glances.

"Holy shit, do you see that?" Jackson's shout pulled Rose out of her thoughts, almost in time to see whatever it was he was pointing at. Something vanished into a nearby alley, though she missed what it was. Luckily, Jackson continued, "biggest lizard I've ever seen!"

"It was probably just someone's dog in a Halloween costume," Jessica remarked, though she slowed and turned the car to a parking lot. "That said… I do kind of want to see more than a glance. Plus, I don't remember seeing any people around, so we should try to contact its owner."

She parked the car and popped open her door. "I'm gonna go check out that dog, back in a- actually, you all wanna come?" she asked. Jackson quickly hopped out of the passenger side, so Rose and Chris wished them luck and asked for pictures. Jessica left the keys in to keep the heat running for her friends, then caught up with Jackson to round the corner. Leaving Rose and Chris alone.

The two of them fidgeted for a few seconds, before the light buzz in Rose's head finally stifled her second-guessing. "Hey," she said, leaning over to the guy of her spicier dreams, "I really like you."

With the interior lights off, and only a couple streetlamps nearby, it was hard to make out his expression, but Rose was pretty sure she saw a blush. A good sign. "Y-" he cleared his throat, "yeah? I'm, uh, I really like you, too."

"Mm-hm." Rose nodded. "Wanna feel me up?"

The words had spilled out before she realized she was even thinking them. Chris froze up, blinking owlishly, looking between her and the rear window behind her. A wave of regret hit her as she realized she had ruined her-

"Um. Yeah, but- what if- Jack and Jess come back?" The man shifted in his seat, as though trying to both face her and hide himself from her.

Rose turned to check the corner Chris was staring at - her long, dark hair brushing over his leg as she turned - but their friends were still gone from sight. She turned back towards him with a smile. "There's not glue on 'em or anything. I'm sure you can pull away when they return." Rose reached her hands forward and beckoned for his own. "I'll just have to keep my shirt on, of course.

His hands were massive compared to hers, and she felt a thrill just imagining the rough skin of his fingers brushing against her body. And warm, too! Her heartbeat picked up as she guided his hands under the hem of her shirt, and gave an encouraging tug upward. His fingers slid slowly up to her ribcage, closer and closer with a hesitancy that she'd nearly call teasing, if she couldn't see his nervous, excited face mirroring what she assumed was her own expression. She ran her own hands up his forearms, his biceps, as he grazed the fabric of-

Motion just outside caught her attention, and she whipped her head around to stare out the windshield; in a similar panic, Chris followed suit, the two of them freezing with his hands tantalizingly close to her tits. There, in plain view in the parking lot, was the scaly creature the others must have seen. It was the size of a large dog, although it sported a narrower muzzle than most breeds, as well as a long, hefty tail and what looked to be wings folded against its back, all in a dark grey, nearly black in the sparse light. It strolled lazily towards them - or, towards the car - with only a hint of curiosity in its movement.

And then, it slipped out of sight, too close to the car's grille to be visible. Rose took a breath and sighed, silently reveling in the gentle heat and presence of Chris's hands against her chest as he did so. "We should probably go find the others and tell them we found the thing," she grumbled, "not like we'd have a good excuse if they come back to find it chilling on the hood or something."

"Or," Chris replied, "we shoo it away and pretend we never saw it." He pulled his hands back out from under her shirt and turned to his door.

"How knightly of you, scaring away a dragon that's… interrupting a poor, innocent girl. Say, I don't have a handkerchief like the movies, but how about…" she trailed off to reach behind her, unhook her bra, and slip it off, finally pulling it out from under her shirt and holding it out to Chris. "For luck?"

He accepted her "gift" with mock-reverence that didn't seem entirely in jest. "If a bit of tissue was really enough to send knights off to face dragons back in the day, imagine what the girls could get them to do with this," he laughed, then stepped out to go bother the creature away from them. As he left, a keen glimpse at the man's jeans gave Rose a good reason to see if he'd let her have some fun with her hands, as well.

Still, as the moment cleared, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to clear her thoughts. There was an odd noise, and when she opened her eyes again, it almost felt like she hadn't. The car's dashboard clock still faintly glowed, but it was otherwise perfectly dark. A new sound appeared, a loud, rolling gurgle. Rose pulled herself near-blindly into the driver's seat and flicked on the headlights… and the turn signal, as she misjudged the seat's height and faceplanted into the cushion. The headlights didn't help much, only showing a foot or so in front of the car, taken up by a deep red, visibly wet, soft blanket of some kind, stretched over the front of the car. Then she turned on the interior lights, cursing herself for not thinking of that before her tumble. All around her was that same, odd material, though she could see it move and pulse now.

A new noise joined the strange, muffled soundscape, a quiet, high-pitched hissing. There wasn't much of a direction to it, but it was loudest just above the passenger seat. Rose watched as it grew in volume, and the upholstery of the car's ceiling grew damp before a hole swiftly burned its way into the fabric, growing bigger with each moment. A bit of liquid coating the deep red surface outside fell in, and the hissing began anew on the seat where it fell. Where a hole began to wear itself into the material.

The next noise was the sound of groaning and creaking metal, and the last, temporary addition, was Rose's voice, screaming in terror.

-

Chris tossed the door closed behind him and lingered a moment, staring dumbly at the bra he now held. That had actually happened. He (nearly) got to feel her tits, and if the underwear in his hands was any indication, he'd get to do so again. He subconsciously shifted his legs and nudged his dick into a more comfortable angle. Eventually, he shook himself out of his thoughts, and made to go find the dragon.

He turned, and found the dragon, sitting plainly in the middle of the parking lot. What he didn't find, strangely enough, was the car he had just left. Instead, the dragon sat at one end of the parking space he was pretty sure the car had been. Chris tilted his head, trying to take a better look at the reptile. It tilted its head as well.

After a brief, silent stalemate, the dragon moved first, facing forward and curling its neck before opening its jaws. A surprisingly loud belch spilled forth, accompanied by a single hubcap, slightly bent. The metal disc bounced a couple times before falling to the side. It looked… familiar. "Did you… eat the car?" Chris asked it, as though the dragon would speak. Then, his brain caught up to his words. His next question came out louder, more panicked. "You ate Rose?!"

The dragon, of course, didn't say anything. A ruby-red tongue flicked out of the side of its jaws and licked at its muzzle before vanishing back behind dark grey scales. Then, it stood up, and began to walk towards Chris. Chris backed up. The dragon sunk into a crouch, bright orange eyes fixed on the lone human. Chris's own eyes went wide, and he bolted to the side just as the scaly creature leapt forward. He heard its claws scrape against the pavement, but didn't have time to look back. Instead, he just sprinted forward, hoping that Jessica and Jackson weren't too far away. Trying not to think about whether that four-count of rapid steps was drawing closer.

-

Jessica sighed as she walked back towards where she'd parked her car. Not only had the stray dog vanished from the alley they'd seen it turn down, it seemed to have also vanished from the surrounding block. Nothing left to do but finish heading home with only a brief memory of what had been honestly a really impressive costume. She rubbed her hands together, staving off the night air's chill.

"Hey… is that Chris?" Jackson pointed across the street, then called out, "hey! Chris!" The man in question immediately dashed across the road without even checking to see if a car was coming - which, to be fair, none were. He met up with them by the entrance to the alley they'd first seen the dog disappear down.

His first attempts to speak were interrupted by him panting for breath, but he soon managed to string together part of a sentence. "The dragon- it IS a dragon - it ate- oh god…" Chris doubled over, gasping for air after his sprint. "It ate her! Rose! Fuck, it ate the car! We need to- run, call someone, I don't know!"

Jackson put a hand on his shoulder. "Bud, deep breaths. It broke into the car and bit Rose?" While he tried to comfort their friend, Jessica pulled out her phone. Hopefully it wasn't bad, but letting a hospital know they were coming - or needed an ambulance - was probably the right choice. Jackson's voice turned quizzical. "Is that a bra?"

"N- ye- it's not important right now," Chris stammered. "She didn't get bitten, it ATE her! I stepped out for- uh, for some air, turned around, gone!"

"It… wasn't that big, buddy."

Chris shoved Jackson's hand off of his shoulder. "You think I don't know that?! Didn't stop it from spitting out an entire hubcap, and then it-" He froze, eyes wide, and suddenly whipped his head around, any indignation at not being taken seriously replaced by fear. "Oh- oh god, it was right- did I lose it? God, I hope I lost it…"

Jessica and Jackson stared at him, unsure of what to say. After a few moments of silence, Chris relaxed, slumping against the corner of the alleyway. Jessica's thumb accidentally tapped the "call" button, and a quiet ringing accompanied her - admittedly very pretty - friend's next words. "I swear, I could hear it chasing me all the way… I was lucky enough to dodge its first leap, but- I'm glad I found you guys."

"911, what's your emergency?" the operator's voice came through on the other end of the call. Jessica brought the phone up to her ear to answer.

"Hi, one sec, a friend of mine says another friend got attacked by a dog, but- ah!" A startled shout escaped her as a grey head darted out of the alleyway, clamped its jaws around Chris's arm, and pulled him away. "T- two of my friends have been attacked by this… uh, giant lizard thing! We're on Fourth and Lincoln!"

Jackson, who had peered around the corner, stumbled back. "Holy shit, it ate him!"

"It what?!" A reflexive, morbid curiosity overwhelmed both common sense and the voice of the emergency operator, and she, too, looked down the alley. Chris was nowhere to be seen, just a dark silhouette of a large, four-legged animal, its head tilted to the sky. She couldn't make out any details, but it looked like something was moving down its neck. In front of it were one of Chris's shoes, as well as the bra he'd been holding for some reason - maybe Rose finally made a move, and did so in a big way? Faint light glimmered off of grey scales, and clear, orange eyes shined in the dark as the dragon dipped its head, bit down on the dropped clothing, and snapped them up with savage quickness, showing glimpses of red from within its jaws. A cold dread settled in Jessica's stomach, and her mind unhelpfully connected the vanishing sight of her friend's remains to a video she'd once seen of a komodo dragon eating a rabbit.

"Ma'am, are you still there?"

"Y-yes! It ate- a dragon just ate one of my friends alive! An actual, scaly… oh, god, please send help!" Jessica stammered into her phone as she turned away from the morbid scene in the alley. Her heart raced as she and Jackson backed away from the mouth of the alley, as though the building itself might eat them.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. Then, "understood, ma'am. Officers are on their way to help you with your… dragon problem."

Jessica thanked them, then looked over at Jackson. "They're sending cops, probably." At his look of confusion, she explained, "I don't think they were taking me seriously. But, well, I hope they were."

"Just gotta wait," he muttered, scanning back and forth for any sign of grey scales or orange eyes, "fantastic. What're they gonna do about it, anyway, if we live that long?"

"Well, they're cops, so probably shoot it?"

Jackson nodded. "Fair enough."

The duo gravitated to about halfway along the building's front, as far away from the alleyways as possible. They kept their eyes peeled for the deadly creature, and ears strained to pick up footsteps while they were still a good distance away. However, the night remained still and quiet, save for the faint rush of traffic several blocks away, on the larger streets. Still, neither relaxed, having seen what just a split-second of unwariness had done to Chris.

Something creaked above them. They snapped their heads up in time for a grey blur to fall just as fast, then launch itself at them. Jessica reflexively ducked away from the attacker, but Jackson was a beat too slow. The man let out a muffled "oof!" as the dragon tackled him back into a pile of cardboard boxes stacked in front of the building's entrance. Jessica screamed out for him, but her body refused to move.

Then, just as the dragon reared its head back and opened its terrible jaws, blue and red light bathed the area, accompanied by a loud siren. Jessica squinted against the sudden brightness and held up a hand to shield her eyes, but by the time she was able to see clearly again, the dragon had vanished. Luckily, Jackson hadn't, though with how he was holding his chest, it seemed he wouldn't be getting up easily.

A uniformed figure made their way towards her, silhouetted against the lights. "Are you the lady that called in?" the officer asked as he approached.

"Yeah, thanks. You were just in time, actually," she answered, and gestured back towards her fallen friend, "the dragon had just tackled him, and I think it was seconds from eating him, too."

"Sure, sure. You, uh, you kids having fun out tonight?" The cop looked from her to Jackson, who groaned in pain as he pushed a box off of himself. "Tell you what, me and my partner'll give you two a lift to somewhere you can, uh, wait the night out, and in the meantime, why don't you tell me all about this 'dragon' of yours?"

"It's- I'm the designated driver; I'm not seeing things," Jessica insisted. "Look, I don't know if it's a zoo escapee, or someone's pet gone horribly awry, I just know that it's as big as a wolf, it's scaly, and it ate my friend in front of me. …not him; there were four of us at first," she added as she caught the man looking over at Jackson again, who was still partially buried in the shadows of a streetlamp.

The officer sighed. "Look, girlie, I know it's Halloween, but you can't just prank call dispatch like that. Every second I spend chasing mythical creatures is a second I'm not responding to calls about razor blades in candy. You seem- well, more naive than trouble-making, so rather than getting you two on false report or public intoxication, how's about I drive you down to the station - away from your 'man-eating dragon' - just to double-check everything's above-board, and maybe see if your friend's alright from his fall?" He gestured behind him, down the dimly-lit street.

Jessica noticed it first. "Uh… officer? Don't you guys usually keep your lights going during a stop?"

"Yeah, why do-" the man paused, turned, and started walking towards where he had exited the patrol car. "What the hell?"

As she watched him investigate, Jessica recalled Chris's words: it ate her car. She'd dismissed it as him being out of breath, but a chill crept up her spine, and it only grew when she saw a winged, scaly creature slink into view, stalking the confused cop from his blind spot.

"Look out behind you!" she called out, "it's by the light!"

The man didn't so much as glance. "I wasn't born yesterday, kid!" he called back, then pulled out his radio

Just as he hit the button to talk, however, the dragon darted its head forward, bit his leg, and yanked back. The man quickly got his hands out in front of him, but still got the wind knocked out of him. Unlike with Chris, this time, Jessica saw the entire thing: the cop's legs swallowed by the time he even thinks to turn behind him, him reaching out as the dragon pulled his belly and chest in with just the power of its throat, the desperate, wiggling hands of the officer failing to grab anything, even the dragon's jaws, before they, too, succumbed to the man-eater. Its stomach bloated slightly, but far from what she should have seen from something that just devoured an entire person, let alone several people plus a car or two.

Then, the dragon turned towards her.

Jessica managed a few, shaky steps backwards, in dreadful contrast to its smooth, confident gait. Piercing, orange eyes stared her down as its red tongue swept from one side of its muzzle to the other. She could almost swear it was smirking at her. Her foot caught something on the sidewalk, and she fell back, landing hard on the ground. The dragon didn't leap, but simply walked over her, its gaze never wavering as she was forced to look up at it.

Some instinct to resist surfaced, and she pushed up at it, hands meeting its smooth, scaly gut to try and shove it off. To her dismay, it remained perfectly unmoved, and worse, she could feel… something under its scales give way with a crunch that she was certain wasn't part of the dragon's body. It retaliated by calmly laying down, its deceptive bulk forcing the air from her lungs. She gasped for breath as it lowered its head towards hers and dragged its slimy, wet, uncomfortably warm, red tongue across her face. Its breath, its drool smelled of death and motor oil, and any remaining hope Jessica had somehow kept that it hadn't been responsible for making the cop car - and probably her car - disappear, perished in an instant.

It opened its jaws, then paused. She felt the thing's belly shift and churn against her, and its neck curled for just a moment, before it turned slightly to the side and unleashed a massive, loud belch that cut through the still night air. Bits of drool spattered from its maw onto Jessica's face, but more notable was the roof light, red and blue, that landed on the sidewalk mere feet away from her head. The casing was cracked, shattered in some spots, and somehow melted in others, and the sharp, acrid scent was awful, but the details paled in comparison to Jessica's realization: the monster had done that to that part of the cop car in a matter of minutes. And something that big and inorganic would surely have held up better than, say, a human.

After briefly wiping its mouth against a forepaw, the dragon looked away from the remains of its metallic meal, and towards the girl trapped under its body. Unable to draw breath to scream, Jessica could do little more than whimper and stare down its crimson jaws as they opened wide and drew ever closer. Perhaps, at least, it would be quick, a hostile stomach breaking down her body before she could suffer for too long.

"Hey! Get off of her!" Jackson's voice startled both her and the dragon, which turned just in time for the man to body-check it off of her. Jessica's lungs filled with air once more, and she scrambled to her feet, staring bewitched at the tangle of scales, limbs, and teeth. It was over far too quickly, and the dragon rolled atop her momentary savior; even with his hands braced against its grey, scaly head, it was clear that Jackson was losing, badly.

His eyes met hers as he struggled with the dragon. "Go! Run!" he yelled, as he lost another inch of ground against the approaching jaws, "it's a matter of time for me, but you can try t-mmph!" his words were cut off as the dragon shoved down, breaking his grip and muffling his voice with its ever-hungry mouth.

Her friend's last words sparked a fire in her, and she tore her gaze away from the muffled shouting and flailing of the beast claiming yet another victim, and instead bolted down the sidewalk. Her apartment was within running distance… she hoped. If nothing else, she at least had a good head start, as she sprinted alongside and across mostly-empty roads. Then, she heard it: paws and claws against the pavement. The dragon was no longer trying to walk her down; it was at full gallop, and risking a quick glance back showed her just how fast it was gaining on her. Evidently, adding one more whole human to its kill count did nothing to slow it down, or at least certainly not enough.

The dragon's running grew louder, until, on a whim, Jessica suddenly cut across the road, praying that it was as empty as she'd thought. There was a brief quiet from the dragon as its leap missed her entirely, and then a faint scrabbling of claws drowned out by the roar of a car speeding by, seconds after she'd crossed. But that was seconds that she had already put to good use, and her apartment building was in sight. The sound of the creature's run grew closer as well, but she put on a burst of speed right as the light changed at the intersection, then slowed to a stop, panting, at the building entrance. As she fumbled in her pocket for her access card, she saw the scaly menace through the gaps between cars trundling past; its orange eyes were locked onto her, and it paced on the opposite sidewalk furiously, but she was safe, at least until the light changed, or the intersection ran out of cars.

Luckily, she soon pulled out her card, unlocked the door, and slipped inside; the sound of it re-locking seconds afterwards had never been sweeter to her ears. She navigated to her floor and apartment by rote, hardly a conscious thought left after the night's events. In the back of her mind, she knew that there were things she had to do - clean up, change, get ready for tomorrow, figure out how to deal with everything that just happened. However, as she passed her couch, her body finally let all the emergency energy drain out of her. She was out before her head hit the throw pillow.

-

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

Jessica groaned and slowly sat up. She took a glance at her phone's clock - it hadn't even been half an hour since she got home.

Ding-dong!

She thought about simply going back to sleep, pretending she'd never heard the trick-or-treater. She'd planned to spend the night with friends and film, after all.

Ding-dong! Ding-ding-ding-ding-dong!

Then again, she did actually have a bowl of candy. Her legs ached as she stood up and trudged over to the door, grabbing the bowl on the way.

Ding-don-

Opening the door didn't actually cut off the bell, but she felt like it ought to. Her bleary eyes tried to make out what the kid in front of her was dressed as. Kinda short but surprisingly long for a costume, sorta fake-four-legged design, dark grey with a bit of orange…

Fear pierced the veil of grogginess, and Jessica could suddenly see the scene before her perfectly. But, too late: it had already leapt into her, and the last thing she saw was a deep, red tunnel, sized perfectly to fit whatever the dragon had set its ravenous sights on. And in this case, it was her.

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