For Anyone Who Will Find This...................... September 27, 2008
I hope you can still read my handwriting. I hope someone reads this at all–or maybe not, for all the misfortune that would mean. Simply concentrating was hard enough on its own before, but now, with my hands starting to change? And how could I possibly explain this? How can I admit what happened, put it down in writing? Someone should know. As a warning.
...It happened while I was showering. My ears are so sensitive now, far more than they've ever been, so I should have heard her hooves on the tile floor when she came in. Maybe I did hear them? Maybe I heard them and I let it happen all the same?
My mate–no, no, my daughter. She...she climbed into the shower behind me. I didn't turn around. Just looking at her drives me to such lustful insanity, and I didn't want to take her again. No matter how much I want to, I can't just pretend that this is okay, it's incest, for fuck's sake!
...Only that's not what she was after. God, how can I call myself her father now? How can I call myself a man?
With hot water spilling down over us, I felt her chest press against my back. The wet fur was so soft, so sleek... She reached around me, and her hands were on my breasts, fondling and squeezing. She teased at my nipples and I felt a fire growing inside of me. It felt so good, I couldn't stop her. The National Geographic pamphlet and the mystery of this fucking place... it all just sort of fell away.
I couldn't stop myself. I...I pushed my hips back against her, my little Sarah–gah, Sophia! Can't fucking think... And then I felt it: the transformation I'd tried so hard to avoid staring at. The growth between her legs I couldn't admit was real. That heavy, swinging appendage that taunted me from beneath her makeshift shower curtain skirt...
She moved her hands to my waist. I won't lie. I knew what was coming. I was ashamed like you can't possibly imagine, but I was so horny... I spread my legs, and then she... it... God, help me.
She pushed that behemoth thing inside of me, and I swear it felt like heaven. I was so full. I could hear her breathing in my ear as she started to thrust. It was deep inside of me, my tail was pressed up against her belly, and I couldn't have stopped her for all the world, even if I'd wanted to. If I'd wanted to... I didn't want to stop her. I wanted my own daughter to fuck me. To mount me and fill me and claim me as her mate.
When she... when she came inside of me, I'd expected a moan. It wasn't a moan. It was animalistic–like a buck. I felt it flooding into me, and my legs shook. I was trembling, goddammit.
I'm so sorry. Marissa? Mary? Fuck! I can't... I can't think. It's so hard to keep everything straight. I can't remember your face anymore. Hell, I don't even recognize my own. I have fur all over my face now. My jaw has elongated, my nose is this stupid little black button. There's so little of me left, and yet... it feels like I'm finally becoming normal now. Does that make sense? Like these fucking deer parts are how I'm meant to be...
I've asked her to let me make this last entry, and then... I'm giving up. I can't solve this riddle. Whatever aliens or government bullshit or curse this is... You win, okay? I give up.
Suicide isn't an option. I could never shoot her now, my own mate... my lover. Hell, I doubt either of us could operate a rifle now, with our bodies so far changed...
We're going out into the woods. It feels more like home out there than in here. In this god-forsaken cabin.
We're giving in to this wild lust, this need.
I have no doubt we'll both have fully turned by this time tomorrow.
Just know that our minds faded away steeped in pleasure. It shames me to my core to admit it, but I've never felt so much pleasure in all my life...
If you're reading this, then the Cabin has you too.
You need to get out. I hope you make it out.