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, a Golden Retriever shows his friend how a Beast conquers a woman.
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It was 10 AM, Saturday morning, and Frank was just about ready to head out the door. His wife, Elliot, was however rather reluctant to let him leave her today, and as he passed by her in the hall, she reached out to tug at his flannel collar and pull him into a needy kiss that he was all too happy to return.
"Are you
really
sure that Roy needs you that badly?" Elliot bemoaned childishly as she refused to let go of her husband's shirt.
"I know babe, but I promised to help him out with the deck and today's the only day that we can all get to it. Don't forget, he did help us with the piping when we first moved in." Frank replied, reluctance in his voice, yet clearly overshadowed by obligation.
"I haven't forgotten, just like I'm sure
you
won't forget to come home to your wife early. It'll be a rather poor anniversary if I have to celebrate it alone." Elliot growled playfully, yet the serious threat was there as well.
"Come on, Elly, I think I've already proven I'm not gonna forget something like this." Frank said with a gentle smile as he delicately caressed the cool, gold necklace hanging across his wife's chest. "Four, Five-o-clock at the absolute latest. I promise, this evening is still all for us."
Elliot pulled him down again to plant another hard kiss on his lips, truly making sure he remembered. "Five-o-clock. Not a second later." She hissed back in his face.
Ever the dutiful wife, Elliot saw her husband out the door as he got into his pickup truck, smiling all the way and making sure to give him 'incentive' to make it home tonight. Elliot sighed in slight annoyance as she twiddled the necklace between her fingers.
Elliot was gorgeous young woman, barely 27, and so very happily married to the man of her dreams. She met Frank in college, and everything from then on had just seemed so... well, maybe 'perfect' wasn't the absolute best word, but smooth. Everything just seemed to glide by with Frank, never a rocky moment, never any trouble... never any excitement, just smooth sailing.
Although they'd known each other for nearly a decade, today was their third wedding anniversary. The necklace, a gleaming topaz gem set in a gold ring, and strung up with delicate, interlacing golden chain work, was her husband's gift to her, given very early in the morning to show his love... and that he had not forgotten.
He'd made sure to give Elliot her gift early because he had a promise to fulfill. One of Frank's old friends was completely rebuilding his deck, and Frank and some other of their friends had promised to help him out. And as mentioned, they did owe Roy for helping them avoid a few thousands of dollars' worth of water damage in their own house. Still, it did feel like extremely bad luck that today of all days was the only day it could happen.
As Frank backed out into the street of their quiet little suburban neighborhood, he looked over just in time to see his across-the-street neighbor opening his garage door. The metal door rolled up into the ceiling, revealing a lithe, tall Dalmatian standing at the ready. Frank smiled as he rolled his window down.
"Hey Damian!" He called out.
Damian stepped out into the late-morning air, returning a smile and a wave to Frank. "Yo! Kind early to be heading out, isn't it?"
"I've gotta hit the hardware store for some supplies before we head to Roy's. Wanna come with? We can head right there together."
"Can't. I want to get this lawn mowed before I head over to Roy's. I'll meet you there in an hour." The Canine replied.
"Got it. See you there!" With those parting words, Frank rode off.
Damian and Frank were old friends, having met just around the same time Frank had met Elliot. Both were also mutual friends of Roy, and so Damian was also planning to help him with his project.
Looking across the street after Frank had driven off, Damian spotted his friend's gorgeous young wife still standing on the front porch. Jowls creasing into a wide smile, Damian waved to her as he started to make his way towards her own lawn.
After Frank's truck cleared the street, Ellie noticed Damian had spotted her, and was now coming over to greet her. Her smile fell just a bit as she fingered the necklace a little more possessively.
Elliot had never really felt 100% comfortable around Damian. Although her husband had no hang-ups around the Dalmatian, if she was honest Elliot never really felt totally comfortable around any of the Beast peoples.
Damian had always been just a bit more... familiar with her than she would've liked, even if Elliot was never near so friendly as he was to her. And it wasn't just his behavior alone that sent faint sparks of concern up her spine. There was simply this presence about him, like an aura... or a scent. Something that she couldn't begin to explain or describe, something that just got under her skin, into her head, so barely perceptible she almost couldn't tell if it was really there. It made her anxious, and frightened; frightened over what he could do... of what
she
might do. And right now, they were all alone.
"Morning Elly!" Damian greeted her cheerfully as he stepped up towards her porch.
"Good morning Damian." She greeted him as politely as she could, the hint of a frown creasing her lips, displeased at how casually the Canine used Frank's pet name for her. "I thought you were heading over to Roy's to help with all that mess?"
"I will, just have to get some yard work done first is all." The Dogman easily replied.
"So..." The Dalmatian continued, crossing his arms as he focused in on the smaller human woman. "If I'm not mistaken, today is your guys' anniversary, isn't it?"
"That's right." Elliot replied evenly, only barely suppressing a 'tsk' from hissing out. She didn't know why this felt so awkward. Of course Damian would remember, he was Frank's best man at their wedding.
She could feel Damian's eyes drifting down, right across her chest. She wasn't exactly hiding everything behind her comfortable cotton t-shirt, neckline cut relatively low, exposing a generous portion of her breasts.
"That's a really nice necklace. That Frank's anniversary gift?" Damian said, a nice cover for ogling her tits, Elliot bitterly thought.
"Yeah, he gave it to me this morning." She replied, every word losing more of her composure.
'Why,' was a word that was starting to creep up in Elliot's mind, louder and louder. Why was she feeling so particularly annoyed with Damian today? Was she angry? No, or at least not anger alone. There was something else she felt creeping in the back of her chest.
"You're a really lucky one, you know that? Frank's one of the best guys I've ever known." Damian spoke earnestly.
Elliot found she couldn't respond to that. She was growing more uncomfortable, more anxious and was still unable to really rationalize why.
"But on the other hand..." Damian started, his voice turning just an octave lower, something Elliot would've barely noticed if she hadn't been listening for it. "Frank's also a really lucky guy himself. You know, since he managed to marry a girl like you."
Elliot's fear was growing rapidly. She still was looking down to the side, but could feel the Dog's body heat grow closer as he stepped in even further, almost threating to bear down on her smaller body. Suddenly a touch on her arm! She felt his fuzzy, black-and-white spotted hand just barely caress along her arm, no more noticeable than a feather, but to her it may as well have been a heavy iron shackle!
"You really are amazing Elly..."
Elliot's mind was swimming in haze, and she was terrified what she was going to let happen if she didn't change her behavior right now!
Elliot finally took a single step back, wrenching her arm away with just the feeblest show of force, but Damian immediately backed off, putting a much more respectable distance between their chests.
"I've asked you not to call me that ..." She mumbled weakly, the barest hint of anger there, forced out to hide her overwhelming sense of uncertainty. The faltering female still kept her eyes down in the dirt, terrified that even looking at Damian now would break whatever she was trying to suppress. "Sorry, but I've got some things to do."
But Damian, though Elliot clearly displayed her turbulence, was really good at acting like he didn't notice anything wrong. He merely chuckled a bit as his arms crossed again.
"I've got ya. Big date night to set up for, right? Well then I promise, I'll have Frank back to you before too late." Damian spoke again, his disarming charm nearly bringing Elliot to her knees right there.
"See you later... Elly"
But just before she completely collapsed, Damian turned and left her, back to his own lawn, to his own affairs. Finally left alone, Elliot turned and entered her house, nearly stumbling through the door.
Suddenly the married woman found herself letting out huge breaths, like she'd barely been breathing during that whole exchange. She'd had similar interactions with Damian in the past, but it had never affected her so strongly before; that was bad. Something was changing, in Damian, in the air, or in her. She didn't know what it meant and she was terrified. The scent...
