"You walk through the forest on a stroll for food. The heaviness of your sac bouncing between your legs stirs another hunger. The sun glints off an object in the small clearing to your side. Curious, you cautiously stroll over to see what it is. It seems to be some form of storage vessel. The large cylindrical object is supported by a metal stand. The vessel is formed from the same metal on the ends - a hatch on one end and a hole with a strange covering around it on the other - with glass in the middle for viewing the contents. Something tickles your nose as you step closer. The stirring in your loins cannot be contained as the familiar scent of pheromones causes your blood to pump faster."

*Insert sloppy, slippery, something using all the cringe words and phrases here*

"Your foot braces against the base of the vessel and snaps off one of the posts. You gasp to capture air in your lungs as your body jettisons your unborn children into the container. The entrance of the vessel feels like it got tighter around your shaft, further securing the knot inside. You hear an evil cackle as your heavy eyes glance over that direction. A fur-less, bipedal creature with odd coverings enters the clearing with a wide, evil grin. Your nose detects something sweet. Perhaps it is the dark stick-shaped object in their hand."

'Not going anywhere for a while?'

I'll see myself out.

Public stress reliefer for werewolves is not a bad idea