Lonely Hearts

https://pastebin.com/G4JGfybv I didn't know what to expect when I installed the app, but I was already skeptical over how a nine-megabyte program could possibly help me find companionship. Yet here I was, watching the installation bar filling up on my phone, curious to see what potential it could have for me. Then just like that, it was gone, MalO vanished off my phone the moment it completed the install. I cursed through clenched teeth, it must have been some kind of fucking virus. Then it struck me, MalO, malware, god damn it, it was right in the name! With a deep sigh of exasperation, I slammed my palm into my forehead for punishment. I was forced to plug my phone into the laptop which was parked next to me on my couch. I had to go through the whole tedious process of scanning my phone for malicious software. Yet, one cleaning program after another found no viruses. Even when I manually browsed through the background programs for something out of place I had come up completely empty. It was really strange and it had me scratching my head over it. Still, I was not about to take any chances and performed a factory reset. Sure it was a little extreme, but I was going to feel a lot better once it was done. After going through all the work of updating my phone to the most current version and reinstalling my mandatory apps I pushed myself off the couch with a groan. With my phone back in my pocket where it belonged I closed the laptop and tucked it under my arm, it was time for bed. I shuffled my way down the short hallway towards my room wearing nothing but a pair of slippers, one of the perks of living in a single person dorm.

My room was tidy, immaculate like it had been expected of me under my parents, the bed was neatly made and I kept the room free of clutter. I moved to the nightstand and placed the fresh device next to my alarm clock before tucking my laptop in the cubby under them. Just when I had gotten under the covers, my phone vibrated with a loud rattle off the faux wood of my nightstand. Curious and maybe just a little annoyed I picked it up to see there was a text message. It was weird for two reasons, the first and probably the sadder of them was I simply didn't get texts. The second, it was a number I had never seen before, so I swiped the screen to unlock it and see what had been sent to me. I had no idea what I was looking at, it was a picture of a dimly lit building in the middle of the night. With a sigh, I made the attempt to text them they had the wrong number, but all I got back was a ‘message failed’ response from my phone. It had to have been some kind of spam and I cursed under my breath, maybe MalO got enough information out of my phone before I had scrubbed it. Well, it was too late now and I was too tired to care about some stupid picture being sent to me and went to sleep. The constant electric buzzing of my alarm roused me and I went through the routine of getting ready for my morning classes. I shuffled into my cramped bathroom, it was all function and left very little room for anything else. There was a small oval sink with just enough room for my tooth brush and the cup I used to hold it. The toilet was tightly packed in the corner and right across from it was my standing shower with a sliding door and its heavily fogged glass for privacy. It was after I had gotten out of the shower and walked back into the room I had noticed my phone was flashing a new notification. At first, I thought little of it and assumed it was something innocuous like an update. When I picked it up, it was much more worrying, it was a message from the same number from last night. Whoever it was had sent me another photo. I should have just blocked the number right then, but my curiosity had gotten the better of me. I swiped my phone open and I saw a picture of the computer store I had been to maybe a few days ago. “What the fuck,” I said out loud, perplexed by the image and then grew a little disturbed by it. I was wracking my brain over out how they could have known I have been there, did they have access to my GPS? I was quick to fire off another message demanding answers, but it too had failed to send. With an annoyed sigh, I tried to dismiss it, there was nothing more I could think to do and I had to attend my classes.

To say I was a little on edge for the rest of the day would have been an understatement, I had an issue with over thinking things. I was stuck on the idea someone could have been stalking me, but for what reason, I couldn't even fathom. I was constantly looking about for anyone suspicious, but even if I got the creepy vibe from someone what the hell was I going to do about it? I felt vulnerable and I frequently glanced at my phone for any new texts wondering what new information I could glean from the picture they would send. Yet, no one really stood out to me, as usual, I was invisible like I had always been and my phone was just as dead silent as I was accustomed to. The rest of the day passed on just like any other, I had survived another day in college and made my way back to my dorm.

I opened the door and walked into my living room slash kitchen, they were separated by a small island counter top. I had just one chair tucked in close to it and I hung my pack off the back of it. My bed was calling for me, it was time for a well-deserved nap. The entire day of being on edge had taken so much more out of me than I could have anticipated. Before I could turn in I had to honor the routine of checking my social media. With my laptop perched on my crossed thighs, I browsed through my online dating profiles, zilch. My messages had been ignored and my profile might as well be set to private. Just by browsing my old friends and distant family was an act of masochistic torture. I got to see just how well off everyone else I had grown up with. They were even managing to make their time in college look way more fun than I was having. My best friend was married with two kids would always keep himself just busy enough bail on hanging out with me. All my old acquaintances were too busy sharing selfies or spamming their political motivation of the week to actually talk. Once I felt the gray fog of my depression settling over me, I closed my laptop and shoved it back into its cubby. I was in such a terrible mood after today I wasn't even interested rubbing one out for some kind of pleasure. I stared at the ceiling and pondered what was wrong with me, I could never maintain a relationship for long, friendly or romantically. I craved to be close to someone, but keeping in contact felt so taxing for me, like a chore. Then my train of dark thoughts was interrupted by my phone still tucked in my pants pocket. I was in such a sour state of mind I couldn't even bring myself to look at the next picture I knew was waiting for me. Still, I chuckled with morbid humor, at least my stalker seemed to care about me.

When I woke up I had to do a double take when I saw how close the time was for me to start school. It wasn't a fucking nap, I hibernated for 16 dammed hours! Worse yet, I still felt groggy and just wanted to go back to sleep. So I did until my alarm went off and I had to drag my ass out of bed and get ready for another day. By getting ready I just walked out the door in the same clothes I wore yesterday, who the fuck do I have to look good for anyway? I walked down the sidewalk towards the campus, it was a short four-kilometer jaunt to get there. I needed the fresh air to wake me up and clear up my head and as I walked I pulled out my phone to check the time. There were two more messages from my stalker waiting for me and I could tell they were sending them quicker. I felt my skin break out in goosebumps from not just the realization, but how precise the times were. Still, I couldn't look at them, I was just too much of a coward to check and stuffed my phone into my bag. Suddenly my walk was just a little tenser when I started to wonder if I was being watched.

I tried my best to focus on the lectures, it was a defensive tactic to keep my mind distracted in my classes. It wasn't working, I kept peering about every now and then, checking to see if any eyes were lingering on me. It during lunch when my phone went off again and just as I had predicted it was quicker right down to the second. It had to be a machine, maybe it was all just some stupid prank, it had to be. I didn't know what to do about it, there were no threatening messages and I couldn't think of anyone motivated to harass me in such a way. All I could think to do was just go through my day and hope whoever it was got bored of the stupid game they were playing on me.

By the time my classes ended and I had gotten home, those three texts had grown to five. I was getting deeply annoyed by their regularity and from my frustration, I grabbed my phone and tore the back plate off and yanked the battery out. I tossed the pieces onto my coffee table and watched them spread across the surface. “Let see you send me a picture now asshole,” I said with venom in my voice.

It was the next day I didn't even bother to put it back together, there was no point, it was not like someone important was going to call me. I went to college, did my studies and prepped for my tests for the end of the week. What I didn't do was worry over some loser wandering around and snapping stupid pictures to send me. It was kind of funny, ignorance was truly bliss.

When got home and saw my phone in shambles, I was struck with an immediate sadness what I had done. I kneeled over it and tenderly put the device back together, all the while cursing myself for taking my frustration out on the one thing I was supposed to care about. To my relief, the loading screen blazed to life with color, but my elation turned to dread when the rolling barrage of photos was spooling past the screen. One after another was pushed past as my phone received them and they were places I had been before. I grew nauseous, it like they was working their way closer and closer to my school, I was being hunted. Then another text came while I was looking at the pictures, it was a shot of the front of my college today. My blood turned to ice in my veins and it felt like my heart had sunk into the pit of my stomach, someone was following me and they were getting closer.

I didn't sleep at all that night because my phone kept going off and I couldn't just turn it off then. Still, every vibration was a shock to my system and my heart would race from it. They were no longer pictures of buildings, but snapshots of my hunter walking through my school. God, they were moving from one of my classes to another, even though the building was supposed to be closed they seemed to have no difficulty getting around. When my alarm went off I nearly leaped out of my bed with fright, I had been watching them shadowing the path I had taken the entire night. I was still in my now three-day old clothing, but it hardly mattered to me then. I had to take a long way around because they were coming up the fucking street I always walked. I was too scared to confront whoever it was, what I wanted right then was some help. While I was walking towards the main building I received a very unwanted update, it was a picture of my room, they were inside my dorm. I wanted to throw up, I had no idea how they had gotten in but it wasn't good for me. It was the last photo which had got me running up to the liaison, not just a security guard but a full blown police officer. He was leaning against the wall close to the door way with a coffee in hand, just starting his morning. “P-please you need to help me,” I said to him with enough urgency to startle him. “What's the matter?” He asked while looking over me. “Are you OK?” “Someone is stalking me, look at my phone… there are pictures of my room today when I had just left.” I passed him the phone while looking cautiously over my shoulder. He didn't say a word while flipping through the images, but he seemed completely unphased by the. “It doesn't look like much to me. Have any threats been sent, can you name anyone you think would be responsible for the pictures?” “No… but come on officer… they were in my room after I left. They had to break into my dorm to get that picture.” I was pleading with him and looking for any angle to get him on my side and act. “You need to contact the station for the breaking and entering, if they did that, you will have a case against them.” He sighed and looked to the university before looking back to me and said with a resigned sigh “Look… if it would make you feel better I can escort you to the class… it pretty much all I can do here.” “Yes please… maybe if they see you with me they will fuck right off.” it was hard to contain my enthusiasm and he got a good chuckle from it. “Have you seen this person at all?” he asked “No… I have no idea what they look like… I started getting the photos out of nowhere three days ago.” it was so frustrating how little I had to offer him. “Well, maybe today we can get a good look at your stalker and then you will be able to move forward on getting a restraining order.” He dropped his hand on my shoulder so hard I flinched, but at least I felt reassured when he flashed me a smile. “Let's get you to class.”

As we were walking to my first lecture I felt the vibration in my pocket, and I stopped dead in my tracks to look. When I saw the photo l, my eyes went wide, it was the front of my school, they were so close now. I showed it to the officer, his brows furrowed and his lips pinched together. “You know what… you get to class. I am going to cut this bastard off before he can get close.” “H-how are you going to know it's them?” I asked, unsure of his decision. “Simple… I just need to look for some shithead snapping pictures for no reason… now you get to class, I have a job to do.” I nodded to him and turned to open the door to walk into a nearly empty room. Even with everything going on I had still unconsciously given myself plenty of time before the lesson started. When I took my seat I was a tightly bunched ball of anxiety. Surely the liaison would catch my stalker and my life would return to normal. When it seemed like it had been a good long time since my phone had gone off. I couldn't help but think the police officer actually had caught him and it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. The class was starting to fill up and the teacher took the podium to get lesson was under way. I might not have slept all night, but I felt great, finally, I could get my life back on track.

Then I felt a vibration against my thigh.

The dread I felt had twisted my guts up so badly I was ready to throw up over it. I pulled my phone from my pocket with a trembling hand, it was a message from them. My throat tightened and I asked myself How could they have slipped past? I didn't want to look at the picture, I was far too terrified at what I would see. I saw it, not him or her, it and immediately my heart was sent racing over what was at the door and looking through the tall rectangular window into the room. In the window, I saw a skull, not human, too long and it was bleached a bright white. Set in the dark sockets were a pair of bulging white eyes and I felt them on me. At first, I dismissed it as a mask, surely it had to be, but I was quickly proven terribly wrong. It was when I saw a long and inky black tongue snaking out of its mouth to drag up the side of its long skull. The hair's on my neck went stiff and I felt a chill race up my spine. My heart was pumping frantically against my chest, every instinct was screaming at me to run. The scream I let out was like nothing I had heard come out of me when I shot out of my seat and sprinted like a mad man for the furthest door. My legs were pumping so fast to get away from it and I didn't dare to look back. I shot past the cop even when he shouted for me to stop, no one could save me from something like that. I was close to my dorm room when I had run out of gas and I nearly collapsed from the adrenaline fueled sprint. Fuck me I was so out of shape to be running so hard, sweat was pouring down my face and my hands were keeping my upper body propped up off my bent knees while I tried to recover. When I felt my phone go off I didn't bother to check it, all I had to do was look back to see where it had come from. It was peeking at me from behind a tree, closer than before, too fucking close for comfort. I could make out its long charcoal black hair and the tall pointed ears jutting from its head. I was so exhausted, but the sight of the creature spurred me to keep moving. All I could do was curse breathlessly and stagger my pudgy ass towards my dorm. Even though I knew it was stupid to think a door was going to do much, it was the only place I had to go.

The building was designed like an apartment complex and I tripped on the last step and collapsed through the glass paned double doors. I fell onto my hands and knees onto the smooth tiled floor and other students backed away from me muttering to themselves. I didn't care about their concerned looks and scrambled on all fours like a fucking animal up the stairs to get to my room. When I got to the door I used the knob to pull myself up and fumbled with my keys to unlock the door. When I heard the click I took one quick glance over my shoulder and immediately regretted it. It was right around the corner I had just come from and it was right there leaning out with its head tilted at me. It was bracing itself with a gray hand and it was tipped with long black talons. I wheezed what little air was in my lungs at the sight of it and pushed through the door and into my room.

Quickly I slammed the door behind me and closed the lock before backing away until I had run my back into the island of my kitchen. I stared at it for what felt like a very long time, just waiting there to see what it was going to do next. I knew it had been in here before, but the door was fine, so how did it get in? My breathing was calming, but my heart was still pumping frantically with fear. I couldn't resist and approached the door slowly half expecting the creature to burst through it at any moment. Still, I leaned forward and put my eye to the peephole to look into the hallway. At first, it was just white and my brows furrowed not understanding why. Then the creature moved its head back and cocked its head to one side at me. I recoiled back with a strangled gasp from being eye to eye with the thing and my skin broke out in goosebumps over such a close encounter. Then I waited, not knowing what to expect with it so close then, surely the door wasn't an obstacle for a supernatural creature. Minutes had passed and I was still gazing at the door like it was a piece of abstract art. When I gained the courage I crept back to the door and peeked through the hole once again. There was nothing outside, it was gone, or at least that was what I had hoped. I turned around with my back pressed firmly to the door and scanned the room half expecting to see it inside with me. Yet, I had been left completely alone with far more questions than answers. Then I actually laughed at how fucking bizarre of a situation I was in, I was trapped in my apartment with some kind of apparition lurking outside. I turned to my phone for and opened the app store to look at the MalO program, maybe there was some kind of information I could glean from it. It was hard to read then because there was so much sweat running down my face it was stinging my eyes. I could just barely make out the description after giving them a quick wipe. “Never be alone again,” I muttered before shaking my head in utter disbelief. “That is one hell of a companion.” I pushed myself off the door when I had become aware of just how gross my body felt, three fucking days in the same clothes had me at my limit. They were damp with sweat and they clung to my body like a second skin and if I was going to die, it was going to be with a clean pair of underpants. I peeled my shirt off and over my head before doing the unthinkable and just tossed it aside to lay in a heap in the corner of my living room. The whole ordeal had me exhausted both physically and mentally and I just couldn't care about keeping things tidy. What I wanted then was just a nice shower.

I walked into my bathroom and pushed my pants off my hips and down my legs before kicking them off into the hallway behind me. When I glanced at the mirror I got to see just how much of a toll the whole ordeal had taken on me. My face almost had a glossy look to it, my eyes were red and puffy from the lack of sleep and my bottom eyelids were so dark. I looked like absolute shit, actually, I think I smelled like it too, maybe that was why the monster kept its distance. I pushed the sliding glass door open and it rolled back smoothly. Bending in I turned on the shower and held my hand in the stream until I had felt it heat up to the perfect temperature. Finally, I stepped into the fine spray, the hot water pattering off my legs and closed the door behind me. Then I stepped into the cone of water and let its heat wash over my body. It was the best fucking feeling of it melting the tension out of my muscles and I groaned deeply from the sensation. The water had a can effect and I silence for a good long time letting the water flow over my face. Whatever moment of zen I had was abruptly ended by the sound of the door rolling open. A white hot bolt of fear lanced through me and my body reacted to the sound before I could think to stop. I was turned to face the door even though my brain was screaming at out in denial. There it was, its head was pushed through a gap it had made with the sliding door with beads of water rolling off the exposed bone of its face. I watched those unsettling eyes rake down my body. With the skeletal canine mouth looking like it was grinning at me like it was just a big fucking joke to it. “FUCK!” I shouted in alarm and recoiled back from it slamming into the far wall.l and compressing myself into a corner. Just as quickly as I saw it, it was gone when I blinked my eyes. I was alone once more and scared out my wits unable to peel my eyes off the gap. Something had snapped in me then, I sank to the tiled ground and was wracked with a sobbing fit. I sat there crying my heart out until there were no more tears left to shed over my situation. Once my fit had passed it was weird, I just felt numb then and it felt kind of good to feel nothing. I wiped my eyes with a shake of my head and composed myself. I had a moment of clarity, it could have hurt me easily, so why didn't it? According to the program, it was supposed to be my companion, if I could believe it. My jaw tightened, I was determined to figure out what it wanted from me, I just had to hope it wasn't something terrible. Then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my hips before leaving the bathroom, it was time to meet my new room mate.

I looked to my left towards my room and there it was with a full silhouette of it waiting for me in the darkness. God damn, it was so much taller than me, easily over six feet and I saw it had a long tapered tail. What was it doing waiting for me in my room? My eyes wandered over its body and I don't know how I could have missed those curves. No way, it couldn't be a woman monster, but maybe was checking her out for too long because suddenly she vanished. She had left my head spinning and there was a weird flutter in my stomach. I slapped my palm against my forehead, what the fuck was wrong with me, I was checking a supernatural creature out. I was so exhausted by that point, I just wanted to lay down, but I was more scared of it now than ever. If it wanted me in my room, OH God, could it possibly, could we even? It was too much for me to handle, so I opted for the better solution and flopped onto the couch with a huff. I had surrendered my bed to her because I was too much of a little bitch to see what it had in mind for me in my room. Those thoughts drifted away from my mind while I was sinking so deeply into those soft cushions. It felt like I was going to be absorbed into them and I was on the verge of passing out. That was when she appeared on the high back of the couch with her arms were crossed over it. Her head was resting on her forearms and I was trapped in the gaze of those milky orbs. “W-what do you want?” I forced the question past my tightened throat. Her response was to reach for my face slowly, almost in a timid way like she was unsure of touching me. If I had the strength to shrink away from those sharp looking claws, I would have, but instead, I just laid there wide eyed like the terrified prey I was to her. Surely it was over for me, the creature was going to do something terrible to my face with those talons. Then I felt her fingers pushing into my long brown hair and my body was wracked with a deep shudder from the overwhelming pleasure of her touch. How deeply I groaned when it stroked its hand through my hair, it was utterly humiliating. The creature was practically petting me and I didn't want her to stop, it felt so fucking good to be touched. My eyes were getting heavier and the weight seemed to be growing with each pass of those fingers over my scalp. When I was nearly passing out from her gentle affection I felt her body shifting over top of me, she was climbing over the couch to join me. “W-wait.” I pleaded with a voice no louder than a hushed whisper and reached out with my hands to push her away. In my haste to stop her, my hands were suddenly smothered by such a warm softness, I knew in that moment I did something terrible. My eyes snapped open to see my palms pressing into the biggest pair of breasts I had ever seen and my jaw dropped in shock. They were the same deep gray color of her body with the caps of her nipples as black as obsidian. They were fucking amazing and I was grabbing them, but they were just too big for my hands to properly hold them. We were both staring at where I had placed my hands then, even with her expressionless face I could sense she was just a surprised as I was. “I-I am so sorry!” I stammered while pulling my hands away from her chest, my cheeks burning hot with humiliation. Then she reached for my hands to clutch them by the wrists and I was certain she was just going to break them then. Instead, she did something more frightening, she pulled them back to her chest. I was speechless while I watched her pushing my palms over her tits and I could feel her nipples fattening and getting harder from my touch. She wanted me, how could she possibly want me in such way was beyond my comprehension. It had to be some kind of trap like she was going to suck the soul out of me, monsters that want sex do that, right? I just couldn't help myself and I have her rack a firm squeeze until the soft flesh was pushing through the gaps of my fingers when they sunk in deeper. Then she made a noise, but it was not for my ears, it resonated in my mind. It was like a purr that vibrated through my being and made a chill rush down my spine. Then I felt her hips pushing down into my dick and I groaned when she started to grind into it. I was already achingly stiff from just touching her chest and I felt the intense heat of her groin through my towel. She had such an athletic build compared to me and I watched her toned midsection rippling with the rotations of her hips. I felt more than a little undeserving of her attention, her body was quite literally out of this world. I needed to feel what she was rubbing into me and my right hand ventured lower down her body. She lifted her hips off my groin to welcome my hand to play with her when I slid it over the dense fur over her mound. Then I felt the heat of her sex and it was much more intense without a towel to protect my hand. There was another deep purr from her when my fingertips touched the lips of her nethers before she pushed her muff into my hand. They felt like velvet from the tightly packed fur covering her thick lips and I gently stroked them massaging deeper and pushing them apart. When I plunged them into her tight seam to play just under those thick lips, her head tilted back with a long sigh. Her hand replaced the one I had removed I watched her playing with her tit while my fingers roamed between the folds of her pussy. Saying she was wet was an understatement, she was dripping her arousal into my towel and I was eager to coax even more from her. I was stroking through the entirety of her slit unsure of where to even start rubbing her. The excess of her nectar had made every movement of my fingers sound so loud and messy. There was a haughty gasp when I ground my digits into her long plump button then it was followed by a lusty groan. I had found the spot to focus my attention on and with every rotation of my hand, she was pressed her chest in closer to my face. Then I seized on the opportunity of clamping my mouth over one of those chubby buds. It was such a turn on to hear her moan when sucked on her tit and I took such a hard pull I could have sworn I tasted something sweet. The flavor had me tugging at more greedily than before. She clutched me by the hair from the back of my head so hard it kinda hurt before she pushed my face into her chest. Her melon was so big it enveloped my face and she had me battling to breathe past her tit flesh. I felt her shove the towel down to my thighs and she gripped my rock hard cock in her hand, apparently, my fingers were not enough to please her. The lips of her pussy smothered the head of my cock and then I felt the resistance of her opening before I started to slide into it. It was so fucking warm and tight, but she was so wet I could slide into her effortlessly and I groaned when she took me to the hilt. Fuck me, I was already about to cum just feeling the grip her pussy had on my dick. I was frantically trying to stave off the urge but my cock was twitching more and more fiercely inside her. Then what little willpower remained came apart when she moaned with her haunting voice penetrating deeply into my head. She rose up off me to look down at herself from the sensation of my cock pumping my cum into her pussy. I groaned in utter embarrassment and covered my face with my hands. With every twitch of my cock her walls would clamp down around me and fuck the groans I made when she milked in such a way only enhanced my humiliation. Then she I heard her giggle in a low tone, almost like she was mocking me for my premature misfire. She lifted off me and my failure of cock slipped out her gorgeous pussy with a messy slurp to see her obsidian slit was tainted with my pearl white slime. I had half expected her to just turn and walk away, wouldn't have been the first time for me. Instead, she grabbed me by the hand to coax me to stand with her, fuck it, I did as she asked of me. She was guiding me down the hallway by my arm and I was pretty much in a trance by that point. I was fixated on her long tail swaying behind her, even though the base was quite wide, it couldn't hide the voluptuous curves of her backside. Those canine paws of hers were clicking their nails against the hardwood floor. Then I noticed she was guiding me to my room and I was pondering what else she could have had in store for me.

The lights were out in my room and I could just barely make her out in the darkness. She turned to me and placed her hands under my jaw and pulled me by the head. Then I felt her tongue meet with my lips and my body sagged with bliss from her alien kiss. It was slender at the tip but proved to be quite long when she pushed it into my eager mouth. I was barely aware of her dragging me into the bed when she had my tongue coiled in hers until I was laying on top of her. She giggled playfully and pulled me into an embrace with her arms and I lost in the euphoria of her affection. I curled into her body placing my head on her chest and we entangled our limbs around one another until we were a tight knot. Even her tail had gotten into it and coiled around my leg to pull it over her hip. It was the most comfortable I had felt in a long time and the exhaustion of the day fell on me and I embraced it as well.

MalO was the best app I had ever installed.