A Beastly Vow
"What's really better, a ring on your finger or one around your neck?"
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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 Sky and Brutus conduct their own manner of 'wedding,' and we see how Sky and her friend's lives turn out.
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Dim light from a handful of kerosene lanterns was all that illuminated the dark, underground chamber. It was funny, to Sky this place practically felt like... no, it effectively was a dungeon, and yet it felt so much more appropriate to her than the chapel where she'd nearly had her first "wedding." What a huge mistake that had nearly been, Sky thought to herself with a small smirk.
Barely a month ago Sky was in such a chapel, in broad daylight surrounded by dozens of her closest friends and family members, just seconds away from pledging her life and love to the one man whom she'd thought she'd wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
Now she was in a dark room, dedicated to dark, taboo rituals that spat in the face of human society and morals. Her friends and family were gone now, and only three figures cast their shadows amongst the flickering light. Here Sky stood, before the aging figure officiating this ceremony, and before the magnificent figure that was soon to become her one, true master; Brutus.
Sky stood before a small alter decorated in symbols and icons she had no knowledge of, ancient and arcane things that profaned all humanity and their rites. The young woman was dressed for her "wedding" exactly as she should be. Patterned silk stockings ran down from her tender, creamy thighs to where she stood attentively in high, white stilettos. A pair of diamond earrings, her mother's, hung elegantly beside her swan-like neck while a sheer, see-though veil draped back over her dutifully dressed hair. Aside from that, she still wore the engagement ring her old fiancé Alec had given her... and absolutely nothing else.
As the aging "priest" spoke his ritualistic lines, Sky's eyes openly stared with lustful admiration to the Beast she was soon to give herself to... had already given herself to. Brutus stood like a colossus in the flickering, pale light. His monstrous, inhumanly muscular frame laid totally bare for her gaze, his massive, flared cock hanging down unashamedly like a loosened firehose. He dared not hide the form that nature recognized as the most worthy, the most dominant. This was the body of the creature to which she so naturally belonged to.
Finally there was the third figure, an aging Goatman, a "priest" of sorts, but not of any church Sky or most humans would recognize. Brutus wouldn't speak much of him or this strange sanctuary. But all Sky knew, and all she cared about, was that the Goat was here to conduct the ceremony she should've always been anticipating. This was not her wedding day, this was a dark ceremony to establish Sky's bondage to the Bullman. This was where Sky would take the Vow of Slavery.
The old Goat spoke.
"We are here to mark a joyous occasion, to celebrate the bonding of human to Beast. Sky Whitaker, you are here because you have recognized the superiority of the Beast Races over your own feeble men, and you have come to the realization that it is your own, rightful place to be obedient to Beasts."
"Now I address you, Sky Whitaker. I ask you no questions, I
tell
you what it is you are here to do. Sky Whitaker you will vow to serve Beasts all your life, to never withhold any pleasure of the flesh that is yours to give."
"You will vow to abandon your weak, human bloodline, to damn your forefathers and pledge your womb to the creation and nurture of more Beasts. You will vow to abandon any old notions of your gods, and to give birth to offspring in the image of your new, covetous Beast Gods."
"You will vow to reject your old human name, your family and ancestry, and your old identity as anything other than a slave to Beasts. Sky Whitaker, you will accept this oath now. You will vow to become a slave!"
The Goat spoke with a calm authority, a certainty that came from years of knowing the true nature of the world, of knowing the fact that human women were weak-willed and destined to be the rewards of rightful Beasts. He'd seen this truth countless times in his long lifespan.
And as the priest invoked his old rights, Sky's pussy quivered endlessly in delight as she heard him strip her of her humanity. His words were binding her to a life as a slave, which was all she ever wanted. Her thighs quivered so bad she nearly thought she'd collapse in her heels. Her arousal was so great, she barely found the willpower to whisper out through trembling lips.
"I-I do." The admission of those words she'd long wanted to say nearly caused Sky to cream herself right on the spot.
The old Goat couldn't help letting a small smirk slip as he saw the sheer joy in this woman for accepting her rightful fate.
"Then I hereby strip you of your name. You are daughter to one, sister to no one, and wife to no one. You are now Sky, property of Brutus and nothing more." As the priest made his declaration Sky gasped in utter delight as a cool breeze blew right along her dripping wet slit. The Goat then turned to address the onyx Bull.
"Brutus, this human female is now
your
sole possession. You may now bind your slave."
