The troop of green-uniformed Forest Scouts obediently trudged along behind their confident scoutmasters. Megan and Chrissy had walked the route to their 'wild-scouted' campsite numerous times, relying on their rote training to keep the 'wilderness induction seminar' class rolling smoothly. "Alright campers, I think this looks like a good location for our basecamp!" Megan called out with sopping enthusiasm, projecting so the heavier girls lagging in the back could hear. Though their group had only covered a short distance across the green, rolling meadows of the remote forest clearing, many of the thicker-coated young women were grateful for the chance to rest and cool down.
Chrissy directed their gear-lugging wards with practiced motions, guiding them towards the patches of grass left bare by repeated tent staking. The chiropteran-featured Megan loudly instructed her charges on how to lay out, assemble, and stake their tent kits, as the coyote girl Chrissy personally went to help the tent-buddies who were struggling to erect their night's lodgings. "Remember girls, work with your tent-buddy to accomplish and mentally retain this highly valuable survival skill! Insert Slot A of the connector frame, into section B of the roof crossing strut! Raise your paws if you need Chrissy's help!" squeaked Megan's high-pitched voice, as she lifted on the tips of her toes in excitement.
It was already dark by the time Chrissy and Megan had finally managed to complete the last tent for a crying pair of lizard girls, who had grown sluggish as the evening temperature cooled and the sun disappeared. Chrissy brought out a high-powered lantern flashlight, as she gathered the milling groups of shivering female campers around in a huddle. The coyote scoutmaster excitedly barked "Alright ladies! Great hustle there, really proud to see our team spirit shining! That also took way, way longer than expected, so we're going to have to do our best to scout for firewood! Everyone, get your flashlights out, we're going firewood hunting!"
It turned out half of the Handy-Lights either didn't work, or had drained batteries, as Chrissy and Megan were forced to collapse the search parties into one unit, that just so happened to stumble upon a conspicuously neat bundle of logs, a few paces from basecamp. "Amazing! We've foraged for our necessary survival equipment. We should analyze this wood to make sure it's dry enough to burn safely! Always stamp your feet before sticking your paw in a wood pile, to scare away snakes and spiders!" A serpent girl raised her stubby arm, petulantly asking "Hey! But I'm a snake!" as Megan duteously apologized for her companion, saying "Feral snakes and spiders, of course." Another girl raised a slick-furred paw, as the young woman asked "Hey, isn't that binding string around those logs? They look chopped." But Megan allayed concerns by promptly pulling out an overstuffed plastic bag of marshmallows "Who wants s'mores!"
The forest scouts neatly arranged around the crackling campfire. The scaly campers were conspicuously sitting closer, basking in the infrared glory of the burning logs. Chrissy had done a great job assembling a roaring 'log house' campfire, her toned, fur-covered body rippling as she fed fuel from their prodigious wood pile into the near bonfire-level inferno. The various animal hybrid women all stared into the bright fire, roasting marshmallows on blunt-tipped steel skewers. Megan noticed morale was sagging, as her chipper voice pierced the night air "Okay Forest Scouts! How about we have a rousing round of campfire stories! Who wants to tell a really scary, spooky story? We'll pass around the speaking stick, carefully taking turns, and respecting each others boundaries, unique identities, and animal-race backgrounds!" Chrissy turned to Megan, a worried look in her big, blue, canine eyes.
The coyote woman spoke softly, not wanting to ruin their scoutmaster image of solidarity in front of the customers, "Megan, we talked about this, you know I hate scary stories..." Megan had to suppress a giggle, as she detected a genuinely fearful whine in her tall, athletic co-worker's voice. The bat woman scrunched her upturned nose, and quietly mocked Chrissy "Are you a bigger bitch than this group of middle-schoolers? Step up, girl, they're snoozing on us." Chrissy just nodded nervously, still clearly upset as the speaking stick made its way around the crowd of young trekkers. The first few volunteers had prepared stories, each ominous, eerie tale eliciting giggles and squeaks from the girls, and genuine whines of fear from the surprisingly anxious Chrissy. As the stick began to wind down to the more timid girls, who just enjoyed free-styling stories based on the one's they'd heard earlier, Chrissy felt her bladder tighten in anxiety.
"H-hey, Megan? I'm going-- I gotta take a break. I'll be back in five minutes, if I'm not, come get me." the coyote girl asked, sounding genuinely fearful as she collected some supplies. Megan sniggered derisively, and squeaked back "I'll set up search parties and call the national guard sweetie! Don't want the Forest Goblin King getting you!" The bat girl's reference to an earlier story elicited a chorus of giggles from the campers, as Chrissy silently cursed to herself as she walked off into the darkness, flashlight in hand. Chrissy's long ears flattened in shame as she realized she was being ridiculous for letting these ridiculous yarns rattle her nerves, but the scoutmaster realized she really did find these woods creepy.
Chrissy began to deeply regret her urgent need to pee, as she strode far from the campsite, next to the forest line. It was regulation for the counselors to relieve themselves far away from their Forest Scout wards, to prevent anymore 'unwanted exposure incidents' and the high-profile lawsuits that often accompanied them. Chrissy squatted behind a large tree with nervous trepidation, her coyote senses peeled for anything of alarm. Chrissy raised up her olive shorts after relieving herself, when a piercing, ominous voice froze her instantly. "You call yourself a teacher of survival, but you are leading your students astray. This is a crime among my people, and these were once our lands."
The scoutmaster immediately barked out in fear "W-who's there? People know where we are! Someone, help!" But a sudden rustle in the darkness forced Chrissy into action. The spry woman leveled a can of bearspray in the direction of the voice, and blasted out a cloud of noxious capsaicin. An overwhelming smell of rotting meat filled the air, as a powerful, furred paw swatted the athletic woman to the ground with ease. A coughing, feminine voice spoke out above Chrissy "Ah, my meal spices itself, how exquisite." Chrissy awkwardly groped for her lantern flashlight, turning it on as it illuminated a ghastly abomination, hulking above her.
The creature was an almost indescribable monstrosity. It was a slender giant that stood on two hooved feet, arms rippling with muscle, gore-soaked hands ending in wicked claws. Its head was plated in bone, giving it the appearance of having a massive deer's skull for a head, though it's predatory, slavering, bony maw did not seem particularly deer-like. Chrissy howled for help, as the creature bent down over her, two sagging breasts peeking out from its matted fur, signalling it was a female. Chrissy's mind tried to process the inexplicable danger engulfing her, as her thoughts suddenly turned to old memories of the Wendigo tales her grandfather had taught her as a pup. It was too late for old guidance, however, as Chrissy's furry muzzle was quickly brought up to the Wendigo's slavering, bony maw.
The horrifying forest monster was rough and insistent as it gobbled down Chrissy, but not violent, taking care not to bite or chew the terrified coyote as it devoured her alive. Inch by inch, the Wendigo's uncompromising jaws forced Chrissy deeper inside its gaping mouth, until the scoutmaster's howling screams were muffled into a hoarse whimper as she felt herself being swallowed whole. The monster then began to choke and cough violently, as it assertively coaxed the feisty coyote girl down into its rippling throat, face-first. Chrissy instinctively tried to claw at the creature's hands, but she soon found her arms pinned, as the Wendigo forcefully pressed forward, forcing her arms down to her sides as her head and shoulders were tightly compressed by the Wendigo's slimy throat muscles. Chrissy could feel the greedy predator shifting its grip to her long legs, as the Wendigo positioned its fearful prey into a final, helpless position, with both of Chrissy's thighs pressed together to her chest, forcing her into a very uncomfortable angle, as the Wendigo's jaws securely locked around her backside and feet. Chrissy's ears folded flat as she felt her butt being crushed into the creature's slimy maw, while her feet and ankles were pressed down on the Wendigo's sharp, bony lower jaw. The Wendigo's huge jaws squeezed tight around Chrissy's posterior, as it choked down the coyote woman's wriggling, kicking form, until only her brown, coyote tail remained visible between the two massive jaws.
Megan stood with a can of bear spray at the center of the fearfully clustered children. The bat woman had fearfully arranged them into a defensive position around herself near the campfire, after hearing the horrifying cacophony from the woods. Megan's huge, sensitive, chiropoteran ears were the first to detect the thudding, lumbering steps of the approaching Wendigo. As the massive creature entered into the campfire light, Megan was utterly paralyzed in fear, dropping the can of mace thoughtlessly. A tortured, unnatural voice echoed out of the lumbering Wendigo's bony head, drowning out the muffled yelps coming from its squirming stomach "Do not move children, you are not in danger. These tricksters have lead you astray. I will punish them, not you." Megan finally managed to break her paralysis, squeaking back fearfully "I'm n-not a trickster! This is just a summer job for fuck's sake, I just wanted some spending money!" The creature howled in anger, roaring back "You think your greed for money makes you innocent?" as it reached forward effortlessly, plucking the tiny bat girl from the horrified crowd of Forest Scouts.
Megan shrieked out endlessly as the Wendigo used its claws to neatly fold her wings behind her back, folding her prey's limbs into a tight ball for easy ingestion. The Wendio's saliva-slicked maw opened wide, as the massive predator assertively tucked Megan's struggling form into its mouth, and began swallowing her whole. Megan was so petite, she fit into the Wendigo's maw perfectly, with her bat-featured face staring out from between the creature's powerful jaws as they slowly closed down on her, muffling her squeaking protests with dominating finality. The Wendigo swallowed Megan's struggling form without pause, as the Wendigo's furry throat muscles squeezed down relentlessly, keeping the bat girl's body squeezed into an uncomfortably tight ball. As Megan's squirming outline slowly settled into the bloated, churning confines of the beast's digestive tract, the Wendigo bellowed out in triumph.
"Come now children, gather around, for I am satiated, and not unkind. You may rest at ease, I vow to do you no harm. I will replace these imposers as your teacher, and teach you the ways of my ancestors, who your people once displaced from these beautiful lands."
As the Wendigo's words rang through the campfire circle, the horrified children struggled to accept what they were seeing. Even with the Wendigo's reassurances, it was hard to overlook the sheer size and menace of the creature, not to mention the fact that it had consumed their scoutmasters, Megan and Chrissy, whole. The Forest Scouts stood uncertainly, watching as the huge, blood-splattered beast took a seat beside the crackling campfire. "Come now, it is time we channeled your inner animal, and learned how to truly survive in this wilderness." the Wendigo wisely intoned, as it spoke above the muffled whimpers of Chrissy and Megan escaping from its stomach. The forest scouts listened attentively, as the Wendigo continued.
"My name is Vexus, and I am your new guide. I will teach you all the ways of the forest, the natural paths of migration, the best hunting grounds, the hidden caves and dens of prey, and the most efficient traps and weapons to use against your foes. From here on, you are my children, and I am your mother."