Strange Sexy Under The Bed

Under the Bed

[All characters engaging in sexual activity are 18 years or older]

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My name is Joseph and this is what happened to me when I was in high school.

I was a timid kid growing up. I wanted to get into sports, but I didn't have the physique for either football, soccer, or baseball. I wanted to ask a girl out, but I kept freezing up before I could even walk over to her, like a deer in headlights. While most guys were into hunting, I felt bad about the animals they were hunting. I was even a vegetarian.

I never really tried to stick out much in school, which made me a pretty good target for bullies. I knew their schedules after a while and learned to avoid them, so it didn't get too bad.

I had a couple of good friends to hang out with, or I occupied my time by either exploring the woods out behind my house or loitering around the small town that I lived in. Anything to keep myself away from my house.

I can't explain why, but there would be times where it would feel like someone was watching me, out of sight. Either in the house or the barn, my hair on the back of my neck would stand up and I would hear the slightest of noises. The creak of the floorboard, some rustling of hay, a scritch-scratch noise. You probably think I was the one making that noise or thought it was something else, but I know that it wasn't me. I'd known since I was ten.

I tried to tell my folks, but they didn't believe me. Dad would just tell me to stop being so timid and be a man. Mom would scold him for being so harsh with me and assured me that it was either my imagination or a rodent. I tried setting up some live-traps, but I would find the cheese or peanut butter gone the next morning, the trap hadn't been set off.

Nothing really happened and after a while, I even began to doubt myself.

Until one night...

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It was a quiet night. There were no clouds in the sky, allowing the full moon to shine right into my room, making it easy for me to see clearly.

I was soundly asleep until around midnight, when a noise woke me up. It was a creak that came from under the bed. I decided that enough was enough and with steadfast resolution that I've never had before, I checked under my bed. I found nothing. I lifted myself back into bed and put the covers over myself. That's when I heard a scritch-scratch noise from the closet.

I lifted myself until my back was lying on the pillow and I whispered, "W-who is there...?"

There was no noise for the longest time.

Then a hand curled around the closet shutter. The fingers were long and clawed. Then it quietly pushed the shutter open, revealing a long, furred arm. The thing slowly, but assuredly, left my closet. It was big, way too big to have fit into the small closet. It was considerably large and tall, three feet taller than my Dad, who was 5'10''.

It slowly came over to my bed, where I finally could see the whole thing. It was covered in shaggy, dark fur, but the body was covered in shorter fur while the head and most of the spine had a wavy mane that covered most of it's face, making it tough to see it. It had long, spindly arms and legs that ended in human like hands and feet, even though they were also slim and clawed. The skin that I could see (hands, feet, under the arms, and the sides of the legs) was dark, but not like the dark skin of a human, more like really dark gray, with the skin getting lighter towards fingertips and toes.

This thing had gripped the end of my bed and lifted itself off of the ground, where its feet landed on the bed frame, the part that stuck out alongside the bed itself. Whatever this thing was, it was incredibly flexible and strong. It's arms slowly went to and gripped the headboard. The hands and feet seemed slightly proportionally larger than its body would suggest. It lowered it's long (at least compared to a human's) and shaggy neck.

I could hear it breath through its nose. It lowered its head further until the hair of it's mane started to tickle my neck and cheeks. I was frozen in absolute fear. I had no idea what this thing was or why it was here. Was it going to eat me? Was I going to die here and nobody would know what happened? Will there be a body to find at all? I was sweating bullets... It smelled musty, but not particularly unpleasant. This thing then sniffed me a few times before getting back up.

It let go of the headboard, squatting directly over my legs, and pushed the blankets off of the bed. It gently (but firmly) gripped my legs before slowly sliding me down the bed until my head was just barely on the pillow.

My god,

I thought,

this is it. This is how I die.

It gently slid my shirt over my stomach and lower chest. This thing stuck it's long, pink tongue and licked my stomach and chest a couple of times, licking some of my sweat off. I could see it's teeth, very sharp looking teeth. It then had a hold of my pajama bottoms and slowly pulled them all the way down to my feet.

It's...going to undress me before eating me?

It bent it's head over my boxers and began sniffing. Despite my paralyzing fear, I was getting erect from the hot breath this thing was blowing over my dick. A few quick sniffs and then a deep breath in before it exhaled. It arched it's body and licked the palm of it's hand before it swept the bangs that were covering its face and looked at me.

I gasped. This thing was a girl?!

She had a surprisingly feminine face, nothing like the popular girls at school, though. It was more round and practically hairless. Her brows looked normal and her eyes were colored yellow, like a cat, but the pupils were round, like a human. Her skin was dark, dark gray with it getting lighter at the tips of her ears, lips, and nose. The ears themselves looked human enough, but they were pointed, reminding me of a fantasy elf. She had a bit of sideburns growing near her ears, but nothing ridiculous. The actual hair on her neck seemed to stop at the jaw bone separating her face and neck.

Now that the light was properly on her, I could see her breasts. They were also furred, but more like peach fuzz. Her nipples and areolas were hairless and colored light gray. I was kinda in aw, to say the least.

She looked back down and seemed...confused by the boxers. Slightly encouraged, I began to lift myself up and reached over to my boxers. She completely froze, as if it was some sort of fictional T. Rex. She looked like she was barely breathing. I took the hem of my boxers and slid them down, freeing my hard member. Her eyes immediately darted to my nearly seven inch erection. I then slid both the boxers and pajamas off of my legs and gently kicked them off of the bed. I laid back down and stayed still. She unfroze herself and sniffed my manhood again. She seemed to pant out her mouth this time though...

She lifted her pelvis from where it was and unceremoniously put it onto mine. I quietly grunted from the feeling of her soft hair touching me. She then began to grind on me. This seriously felt way to good! Soon enough, I spurted from the sensation of her pussy covering my dick with her wetness. She bent over me and licked the cum from my stomach, her long tongue slathering over me. I could smell her arousal very clearly and it was making my head dizzy.

After she was done, she plopped her wetness onto my persisting dick, but instead off grinding, she positioned her pelvis in such an angle that her lips gripped the head of my dick and she sorta lifted it into a right angle, pointing directly into her entrance. To this day I have no idea how she did that.

Slowly she pushed herself down my prick, covering it slick with her own juices. She was panting heavily now, looking directly into my eyes with a certain knowing. She was quite tight for her size compared to mine, squeezing me as she sat there, getting used to my size. She then went into a rhythm of going up and down. She panted along with her thrusts. I couldn't help but pant and groan, too.

After a while, the tip of my cock felt a sort of blockage, which after tonight I had found out that it was her cervix descending. Every time my head touched it, this creature would give off a sort of squeak of pleasure that really didn't sound like it belonged coming from her mouth.

"Heeh! Heeh! Heeh! Heeh!"

It was ridiculously cute. She closed her eyes and her tongue was rolling out of her mouth.

I couldn't help but smirk at the display of lust. I couldn't believe that I was making this creature feel so good! She opened her eyes again and saw my smirk. She went over my body, still pumping herself on me and starred into my eyes, her hair forming a sort of veil around her face. She then went down and began to lick my face and my ear. I groaned rather shamelessly, which only encouraged her further. She put her face into the crook of my neck and slathered it with her tongue.

I was getting close, throbbing with need. She fucked me faster, squeaking into my ear.

"Heeh-heeh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!"

Finally, I came in her, harder than I could've imagined. She had slammed onto my dick (good thing that her leg hair muffled any slapping noises...) and kept it there, tightening like a vice every time I spurted into her.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!!"

I grunted into her ear, sounding my own lust, that she was the one that made me cum.

She stayed on top of me for a while, both of us were exhausted. She panted into my ear, making me shiver in after-sex bliss.

"Man, that was amazing..." I whispered and slowly fell asleep.

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I awoke the next morning, alone. The window in my room was open for some reason... Then I remembered what had happened last night. I quickly scanned the room, under my bed, and in the closet, but nothing was in there. Some sort of magic? I heard Mom call me down for breakfast.

I decided to do some research into cryptids: bigfoot, wendigo, hidebehind, etc., but none of their descriptions truly matched the creature in my house.

A friend caught me looking this weird stuff up and I made up a story about finding a show on TV.

Thinking long and hard, I decided to name this 'closet-hider' Betsy.

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The following night, Betsy came in and we had more sex, practically in the same position and everything.

Betsy visited me again, two nights after that. She ground herself into me this time and she didn't stop until I came in her three times. I was a bit sensitive after that.

The fourth time Betsy visited me, I decided to go for a different position. When she hung herself over me, I slipped out from under her. She froze, like she always did whenever I made more movement than the occasional twitch. I went behind her and she seemed to understand what I was trying to do. Betsy moved so that she lied down, on top of my bed, in the prone position. I was thinking doggystyle, but her legs were a tad too long for that... Her ass would have been in my face! I got into position and entered her. Betsy seemed to like it well enough, though I took it she wanted me to go faster and harder whenever she began to back into me.

I waited for her to visit me again, but she never returned.

Was it because of me? The position that I wanted her to do?

I shook my head.

What was I thinking? It wasn't like I was going to marry her or something, buy a suburban home, and have a dozen babies.

It was probably the best that she moved on and for me to do the same.

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I graduated high school and entered a respectable college, majoring in a veterinary degree. I had to come back home for the summer and help around the house when Dad had knee surgery. I didn't hear any noises or felt like I was being watched. No sign of Betsy.

After Dad got better, I packed my stuff and started down the driveway. I looked in the rear-view mirror, I slammed my brakes; there was Betsy! She was looking at me just behind the barn! She looked like she was going into the woods when she noticed my car. I got out and stared in awe. There was something else; two smaller Betsies with her! One had golden brown fur while the other was closer to Betsy's color.

I could only watch them as they went into the woods, gone forever.

Mom had come outside and shouted, "What's the matter sweetie? Do you see something?"

"No, the car's just acting up a bit. I'll get someone to look into it."

"Make sure they don't try to rob you blind!"

"Right..."

I got into my car and went down the road, looking in my mirror just in case, but I never saw them again.

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After I graduated college, I became a moderately successful, small town veterinarian. I had met my wife when her cat got into a crap with a very irate and fat squirrel. Her name was Marie, a tall and curvy blonde woman with a bubbly personality. We dated for a while, then we got hitched when we found out she was pregnant with my son, Isaac.

Sometimes when I sit outside with my newborn son in my arms on the front porch of our log cabin home, I look up into the night sky and wonder what Betsy is doing.

- The End

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This was an idea I had for the LONGEST time. It feels so good to get it out into the open!

Strange Sexy is an anthological series of erotic short stories about paranormal and unusual people/features/situations. This story is about a boogeyman (boogeywoman?) like figure going "bump" in the night...

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