This Story involves human females and Furry males engaging in sexual acts, so be aware if that isn't what you're looking for. I've taken a lot of inspiration from Jay Naylor's works, especially his "The Fall of Little Red Riding Hood" series, as well as E.Z. McCain's "Beastiverse" stories, so you may envision the world of these stories in a similar light. In this world, humans live in conjunction with various Beastman races, among other animals and mythical creatures. However, a curse borne by an ancient Goddess has lived in the hearts of women for millennia, making them crave for Beast Cock and sex with Beastmen, Animals, and Monsters.
In this chapter we see how our characters' lives have changed after embracing their Bestial desires.
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Standing in his driveway, Frank took a somber sigh as he just looked across the street to the now vacant house where his best friend has been living the past three years. Yesterday was the last time he had spoken to the Dalmatian in person, and given how far he was moving, it seemed like it would be a while before the two busy adults would be able to meet up again.
Frank had worked early this morning and rushed back home on his lunch in the hopes that he'd be able to catch Damian one last time on his way out. But from the lack of the car in the driveway, it seemed the human had missed his companion's departure. Frank couldn't blame him, he knew Damian's new job had him on a tight schedule and he had to be on the road ASAP. Still, that didn't mean it was any easier to accept things.
Still having nearly an hour to kill, Frank couldn't really think of anything to do but lean on his car and just reminisce on the times he'd spent with his friend. They'd been inseparable since they both started college together, nearly a decade ago. They'd always been roommates, neighbors, and Damian was even the best man at Frank and Elliot's wedding. To think the Dog would no longer be more than a short walk away was a very sobering thought.
Feeling rather lonesome at the moment, Frank couldn't help but also wonder where exactly his wife was at the moment. After coming home to find that Damian was already gone, he'd briefly popped inside and called for Elliot, but received no reply. But he didn't think too much on that, assuming she was simply out running an errand or something.
What Frank hadn't done yet was actually go inside and take the time to search for his wife. He didn't go upstairs to his bedroom, and he hadn't yet found the sight that had been left for him. He hadn't yet found his private chambers in tatters, stirred about in a tornado of Bestial fury. He hadn't found his bed, the bed he only last night shared with his wife, utterly dripping and stained with Elliot's sin and Damian's scent. He hadn't yet found his wife's jewelry box, holding Elliot's necklace and ring, the last pieces of their marriage, ruined and defiled as they lay drowning in her new Beast lover's virile seed. And he hadn't yet found Elliot's letter containing the last handful of words she had left for him, amounting to little more than a stiff, formal farewell.
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Elsewhere
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Just a few blocks down the road, a car rolled slowly through the quiet suburbs, having missed Frank's arrival by mere minutes. Damian sat behind the wheel, taking his time as he meandered through the neighborhood one last time, thinking back on how peaceful a life he'd led here the last few years, surrounded by some of the best friends he'd ever made.
And as he struggled to keep his focus on the road, the Dalmatian clenched his razor-sharp teeth and snarled low. He couldn't take his eyes off the road, but every so often out of the corner of his vision he'd catch a faint trace of soft, feminine curves or silky, long hair as it bobbed up and down below him.
As Damian drove them away, Elliot sat fully naked in the passenger seat beside him. Well, she wasn't exactly sitting and she wasn't totally confined to the passenger's seat. At the moment, her limber back curved over the console between the two sides, the women's full breasts hanging down and gently nestled in the Canine's lap.
Elliot kept her tender lips wrapped tight around the throbbing Bestial cock belonging to her beloved master, humming out sweetly as she lavished the red flesh with a blindly loyal adoration.
Damian fought both to keep his attention and to keep his laughter down as he just did everything he could do not drive them off the road. Elliot had promised she'd never waste a second of their lives and lovingly worship him without restraint. And she decided to prove that in the very first minute, leaning in to give the Dalmatian a fervent blowjob as soon as the car doors were closed
As Damian drove on he relished every sweet sensation that Elliot was administering to him. Her arms wrapped around his back and knees to keep herself stable, her nimble fingers playfully coiling through his fur in debased enjoyment of his savage form. Her nipples didn't even try to hide her arousal, digging down deep in his lap as her full breasts swayed and mashed into his upper legs.
And all the while Elliot just kept sucking his cock with an expertise she'd acquired in only two months of their illicit affair. Damian panted slightly but steadily now, his mate just kept getting better and better. He could feel his lips curl so far down over his length now, she could almost take him to the knot. He could feel her throat accept and suck down on the gnarled tip of his phallus that it so lovingly welcomed. And he felt every millimeter of his burning skin shiver in ecstasy as the female's tongue affectionally caressed and curled around it in a constant hurricane of faithful bliss.
Damian didn't last too long under such attentive care from his bitch, and with a strained groan as his only warning the Dog eagerly blew his load right into the waiting mouth of the zealous female. Elliot accepted it all as though her body were naturally made for it. The girl sighed her muffled happiness as she felt the thick swell of her lover pulse and release his ever-flowing lust into her. Elliot quickly gulped down several thick ropes of potent Beast cum. As always she pulled her lips back on the last few shots, tongue swirling deep against the savage tip of Canine cock, encouraging out every last drop to pool in her mouth.
Sensing the tremoring pulses twitch and feeling no more gooey warmth come out, Elliot popped the tapered rod out of her mouth, keeping her lips tight as she enjoyed the sensation, the feelings and flavor of the raw, feral seed as it graced her tongue. A last shivering groan hummed from her throat, her face the picture of pure ecstasy as she stared up into the beautiful image of her Beasty master and swallowed his potent sperm with immense gratitude.
Still kneeling on the Dalmatian's lap, Elliot took a moment and just dotingly stroked the Beast's inviting fur, enjoying her place as his pet. Taking his eyes off the road for only a brief second, Damian looked down, staring into the big, doe eyes of the women he so deeply loved and lusted for, seeing the unfettered love and absolute submission she held for him. He grinned down to let her know he appreciated everything she gave to him.
"Thanks for that, Elly. That was a first for me, but it's definitely not going to be a onetime occurrence." Damian spoke in smug gratitude.
Elliot flashed him a happy, mischievous smile as she finally pushed herself upright and sat back into her seat proper.
"Believe me, I'm the one who's thankful, Damian." The sinful female replied in husky honesty.
Seated correctly again, Elliot threw her hair back, stretching her arms up and behind her to stroke and straighten out the soft locks. Her chest jutted forward as she did this, heaving her gorgeous breasts out on full display. Damian's car didn't have tinted windows, and Elliot knew she was perfectly visible to everyone outside, but she didn't feel the slightest bit of shame. In fact, Elliot wanted as many people as possible to see her like this. She was proud to expose her naked body to all, proud to openly display herself as Damian's happy bitch.
And while Elliot flashed several glances and alluring smiles out the window for the people that were seeing her naked and helpless in the clutches of a Beast, Damian just continued to smirk and drive along. He felt nothing less than utter satisfaction at the thought that he was finally eloping with the girl that he and he alone truly deserved to have. They had a long life together ahead of them, and the Dog intended to enjoy every single moment of it.
"Don't get too comfortable sitting over there. Give me about twenty minutes, and I'll probably need to have you sitting on my lap this time." Damian joked to his beloved slutty slave. Elliot just giggled softly.
"You'd just better keep all that wonderful juice coming..." Elliot said in seductive thoughtfulness as she looked down and lovingly caressed her delicate, smooth tummy. "After all, I'm eating for two now."
