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I'm gonna risk posting this story here, though techinically it's only marginably furry. This was my first attempt at a beastiality story, mainly inspired by Walerian Borowczyk's delirously perverse 1977 film The Beast. Those who are fond of transformation might like this, although the transformation of the main character is a mental one rather then a physical one. The story is all about unleashing the beast inside, giving free reign to all the primal desires. I was intrigued by the notion of a character who unleashes her inner animal and whose subsecuent animal passion had the power to unleash it in others and spread it like a virus. There are three sex scenes, all beast related, and this is a rather long story at 32 pages.

Please comment if you like this story, if you don't please stop sending me hate mail.

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A BEASTLY ENCOUNTER** :**

A Tale Of Bestiality And Lycanthropy

By Hardcover

Lycanthropy (ly·can·thro·py/ noun):

1 : a delusion that one has become a wolf 2 : the assumption of the form and characteristics of a wolf held to be possible by witchcraft or magic-- ly·can·throp·ic /a djective

_ --Merriem-Webster's New World dictionary_

"I tried to break the spell--the heavy, mute spell of the wilderness--that seemed to draw him to its pitiless breast by the awakening of forgotten and brutal instincts, by the memory of gratified and monstrous passions. This alone, I was convinced, had driven him out to the edge of the forest, to the bush, towards the gleam of fires, the throb of drums, the drone of weird incantations; this alone had beguiled his unlawful soul beyond the bounds of permitted aspirations." - Joseph Conrad,

Heart of Darkness

Deep down inside, we are all nothing but animals.

We play at being something superior, with our clothes and our cleverness, but when it comes down to it we are no diffent then our cousins who walk on all fours. We are driven by the same things, to survive, to feed and to mate. Oh god, do we like to fuck. And we do it with such wild abandon; we might as well be living in the forest. I didn't always realize that. I used to think myself cultured and refined and above such bestial concerns. It's incredible how wrong I was.

My name is Miranda, and once I was an ordinary girl, living an ordinary life as an ordinary human being. All that is behind me now, but you will come to see that soon as you learn of the radical change my life was about to take. I was the daughter of a rich family, and had been raised as a socialite and as a proper young lady. Taught to always dress nicely and be on good behavior, I was molded by years of charm school into the cream of the crop. I always dressed in long dresses and tops, concealing the body I had been instructed to hide.

If I do say so myself, I am very beautiful: I have large brown eyes and a wide, rounded face. No freckles what so ever and a small cute nose. My hair is long and brown and naturally wavy all the way down to my shoulders. The body that I tried so hard to hide is blessed with large D-cup breasts, rounded curvaceous thighs, and long smooth legs. Not that I let anyone notice of course.

I lived, in a stately country mansion located in one of the most scenic places in England. The house was an old fashioned three story white dwelling, surrounded on all sides by lush grassy meadows as far as the eye could see, and resting at the side of a serene and spectacular lake. Across from it, separated by a goodly amount of grassland, lay a small but thick wood that teemed with wild life, some of it dangerous, including wolves.

And here I spent my days, learning how to walk and talk, and taking my lessons that I might find a suitable husband and do honor to my family. In other words, I was a good, clean, wholesome young woman of eighteen. A quiet and demure scion of a noble family, and exactly what was expected of me. For all outward appearances, I was successful, but inwardly, I was restless. There were fleeting moments when I felt horribly like I was a prisoner in chains, condemned to the dreary existence for some unremembered ill. A part of me yearned to be liberated of these bonds of conformity and duty, to run free and indulge in my wildest whims.

I was curious about sex, but I didn't dare dwell on those thoughts for more then an instant. Sometimes, in the shower, I would experiment a little; touch myself here and there to see how it felt. Always I would stop and scrub myself repeatedly in shame swearing that I would never do something so filthy again. But always, there was another time.

In spite of everything, sometimes I was bad. And the person who usually got me in trouble was my best friend Naomi. And it was on account of her that I snuck out the house that night and made my way across the meadows and into the woods.

You see, a rather seedy carnival had come into the area, parked in a field near town that was well within walking distance of my home. Naomi, ever curious, had gotten a flyer and been instantly fascinated. The flyer promised a freak show of grotesque proportions, the kind of thing I thought was illegal. I shuddered at the thought of attending such a display, but Naomi was adamant in her enthusiasm, and soon I wavered and agreed to go with her.

Dressed in a long white, long sleeved dress that buttoned up to the neck and a thick white shawl over my shoulders, I steeled across the grassy meadows, my slightly heeled shoes sinking into the earth as I walked. I viewed the woods with some trepidation, and it wasn't just the woods that scared me.

The path I had to take to get to where I was to meet Naomi led me past our nearest neighbors, the Wallace's. They were local farmers and several of their sons did handyman work for us for time to time. There was John Wallace and his wife Gladys, and their four sons Tom, Joe, Eddie and Rich; as well as one girl, Tamara. The boys were all within my age range, and quite handsome in their rugged way. But they were paupers, and clearly beneath my station; plus they were brazen and lusty, catcalling to me and saying the most shameless things whenever I walked by. I knew I shouldn't have paid any attention, but part of me really responded in a shameful way to the boys.

Also, there was Tamara: Such a shameless slut there never was. She was wild and uninhibited, and simply loved to speak to me about the nastiest things she had done. Every time I met her, I wound up blushing and running away with my eyes cast down. I'm sure she spoke like that to me just to watch me blush; it amused her somehow.

What was worse was that I heard that her brothers would sometimes charge strange men to lie with her when they needed extra money.

In the darkness, the woods looked even more foreboding then ever. Often at night, I could hear the wolves baying from deep within, and I could hear them now as loud as ever. Maybe I saw them, or maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me, but I could swear I saw shadows moving in the darkness, and yellow eyes staring at me, ready to devour my flesh. I clutched my shawl around me and shivered with fear as moved forward, looking about myself apprehensively.

The moon sat high above the trees, bathing the landscape in it's eerie glow, it's silver and grey face almost seeming to mock my fright as I moved. It was a warm night, the air humid and warm, and I could easily have gone without the shawl, but I shivered in the darkness none the less, sure I could see the glint of wolf eyes all around me.

I yelped in horror as I heard an unmistakable growl to my right. I whirled around expecting to feel a wolf's fangs sinking into the exposed skin of my throat any second. Instead I saw the Wallace's two dogs, growling at me from safely behind their fence. They were large, black furred dogs that never failed to growl and bark at me whenever they saw me. True, they were guard dogs and that's what they were supposed to do, but I never the less got the feeling that they didn't like me.

Turning away from them, I hurried towards the crossroads where I was to meet Naomi.

I found her there waiting for me, dressed in a long black dress that flowed down over her body. She is a stunningly beautiful girl with long strait blonde hair, and vivacious figure. She was always slightly bolder then me, and here wore a dress that was tighter and more form fitting.

"Hello, Miranda." Naomi called, "Are you ready to go?"

"Hello, Naomi." I replied, "I guess so, I mean, I'm here aren't I?"

"Are you alright?" She asked me, "You look kind of frazzled."

"The Wallace's dogs gave me a fright." I explained, "I thought they were wolves."

Naomi took my hand, "What is it with you and wolves? Well, let's go have fun and forget that incident, shall we."

"How do I ever let you talk me into these things?" I groaned, but let her lead me anyways.

It didn't take us long to find the carnival, with its bright lights and loud music. A large red and yellow sign formed an arch over the entrance, emblazoned with gaudy black letters reading:

"Carnivale Daciana"

Inside we found a set up of gaudily colored wide tents, stripped in a variety of patterns and shades, spread out in a maze like set up that was a little bit confusing. I wondered if it was set up like that deliberately to make the exit hard to find. Naomi took me in, still pulling me by the hand with her usual enthusiasm. I blushed a little at my surroundings: This was a carnival, a seedy carnival, hardly the place a proper young woman should be seen at. My mother would freak if she knew where I was. The thought gave me a giddy little naughty thrill.

Our first stop was a fortune teller. An old woman in traditional Gypsy attire sat us in front of crystal ball, and with exaggerated motions and a low, scraggly voice told us of the mysteries of the tarot. The whole affair was terribly corny, to put it mildly, but still it was fun, looking at all the hokey props and decorations, while the old woman, dressed in elaborate vivid colors laid the tarot cards out on the table.

She gave Naomi a rather standard reading that there would be many men in her future (all someone needed to do was to look at her to figure that out) and that one of them might give her bad advice or try to mislead her sometime in the near future.

When she turned to me, that's when it got weird: She looked at the cards and let out a little gasp, covering her mouth with one ancient boney hand. She then simply stared at me for a long time before she spoke again. She told me that I would find the wildness inside me and unleash it. She wouldn't say more.

I knew I shouldn't have let all her theatrics and mumbo jumbo scare me, but something about the way she reacted unnerved me: Like she was really shocked to see what she was looking at. I reminded myself that I didn't believe in such nonsense, and not to be afraid, but her words continued to haunt me as we left her tent. Naomi teased me, calling me her "wild woman" and I laughed with her, but it was forced. I couldn't forget those shocked eyes that the old woman had looked at me with. It sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't fathom what it was she thought she saw in my future.

There were several freak shows around the carnival. I protested, but Naomi dragged me to all of them. We saw female Siamese twins (who performed a practically pornographic strip act), a man with two faces, a woman with three legs, midgets galore, a woman acrobat with no arms and legs, a man with alligator like skin who told dirty jokes that would make sailors blush (heaven knows I did), the list of oddities was endless. But it was the last tent we visited that shocked me the most, so much so that it took willpower I didn't know I had not to run out of there screaming.

The sign above the entrance said only "The Beast", and a warning "not for the faint of heart" on the side. Even looking at the sign frightened me, my whole body filling with a deep chilling sense of foreboding. As Naomi led me towards the tent, I started to pull back.

"I . . . I don't think I wanna see that one." I stammered, trying to pull away.

"Come on, Miranda." Naomi tugged me forward, "Don't wimp out on me now. This is gonna be great."

It was obvious that she wasn't going to take no for an answer, and I knew there was no point in arguing with her. So I stupidly let her drag me into the tent.

The interior of the tent was so dark I couldn't make anything out at first. Then, slowly, my eyes got used to the dark and I began to make out a source of light. Inside, there were a few other people, all gathered around a half circle railing into with the only lights shown. They all peered down over the railing at something that seemed to be in a pit on the other side. I could hear growling and panting noises coming from in there, I couldn't tell what made them, only that they had some kind of animal in there.

I shrank back from the pit, only to be dragged over to it by an insistent Naomi as usual. We both looked into the pit to see what was in there. At first, I didn't seem to see anything, only heard the grunt and growls; but then I saw it. God help me, I saw it: The Beast. I can't really tell what sort of animal it was; only that it seemed to be some sort of unholy amalgam of wolf, gorilla and man. A short mawed canine like face with long sharp white teeth and horrible black eyes topped with long pointed ears sat on top of a huge hairy simian torso that resembled a gorillas, but with long man like legs that stood upon huge paws. It sat, crouched at the other end, a large metal clamp around its leg that chained it to the floor.

The animal growled and snarled at the spectators, suddenly jumping forward viciously and startling us. I tried to jump back, but Naomi held me in place. The Beast roared with a primal fury, and sound that touched me deep inside some how. I couldn't help but be impressed by the power and primal prowess of this strange monstrous animal. I got goose bumps looking at it, my eyes fascinated by the curves and bulges of his muscular body.

Crazily, I remembered a passage from The Heart Of Darkness, the classic novel by Joseph Conrad, "We are accustomed to look upon the shackled form of a conquered monster, but there-- there you could look at a thing monstrous and free."

The Beast savagely shook its head back and forth, growling at the spectators. Naomi grabbed my arm in excitement, her eyes sparkling at the monstrous thing below us. It threw its massive head this way and that and then suddenly, to my utter horror, it saw me. It lunged forward, pulled at the chain that bound it, trying to get to me. Crawling on all fours, those fiery black eyes stared at me with renewed intensity. As it reared up on its hind legs, I saw that it seemed to have its tail between its legs.

That seemed strange to me, and then I realized with a gasp and blush that it wasn't a tail at all, it was the animal's erect penis. The organ was thrust at me with wild shameless lust: It was large, the size of a really big man's cock (or so I had been told, mostly by Tamara), but topped with a slight bulge and then a point. Unlike the rest of him, his penis was hairless and smooth, but colored a ghastly deep red color. Its scrotum hung down underneath it swaying like pendulums as the animal pushed towards me, proudly displaying its maleness to me, its long pink tongue waggling out of its mouth.

I clapped both hands over my mouth and turned a bright shade of red: The Beast wanted to have sex with me. It pulled on its chain, trying to get closer, its large cock offered to me with wild frenzy of sexual desire. It howled in frustration at its inability to put that thing inside of me.

Naomi shook me, giggling, "Oh, I think he likes you, Miranda."

I couldn't take my eyes off it, that huge penis being offered to me. Even with its bizarre color and shape, I felt a tingling running all over my body. My heart was hammering in my chest and my breathing deepened more and more. To my horror and shame, I felt myself getting wet between the legs. What was wrong with me? This was an animal; I couldn't be getting turned on by this wild, despicable . . . thing in front of me.

Unable to break from his chain, the beast reached down between his legs and to my horror began to masturbate grotesquely. I gave a small cry as the animal pleasured himself, all the while looking at me with those lustful eyes. I tore away from Naomi and ran out of the tent sobbing, tears streaming down my cheeks.

It was some time before Naomi was able to calm me down, and I even made a silent promise that I would never speak to Naomi again, one I knew I probably would not keep. We ate a little, and then played some of the games and watched some of the acrobats. After I calmed down, we decided to call it a night, and left the carnival, eventually going our separate ways home after Naomi apologized over and over.

Now late at night, the forest was even more frightening then it had been before. I timidly crept down the road, retracing my steps from earlier. I was sure I could hear the sounds of wolves now, and I wrapped my arms around myself as I went, still unable to shake the image of that large hard animal penis from my head. Every time I thought of it, I got a shameful tingle between my legs. God, what sort of sick girl was I?

Every shadow reflected by the looming full moon seemed to be alive. What had I been thinking, coming out here in the dark? I hurried along, trying to get safely home as soon as I could. I heard the growling sounds coming form all around, and I shivered in fear, looking left and right. They seemed far away, but I still trembled as I went. And then, to my horror, I heard one right behind me.

I spun and all the color drained out of my face: It was The Beast! Unchained and standing upright like a man right behind me. It stood about six feet tall like that, its huge red penis still jutting out from him like before, his lusty wild eyes looking down at me.

I scream and turned and ran; the Beast following me with dreadful roar. It lunged at me and caught my feet, sending me falling to the ground with a painful thud. I kicked and screamed to get it to let go of my, finally escaping its grasp by kicking off my shoes in its hands and tossing my shawl over its head. The thing tore at the material while I was taking off blindly through the forest.

I had no idea where I was going; I ran like crazy, stupidly going deep and deeper into the woods with no idea where I was headed nor where I even was: Only that the Beast was behind me in hot pursuit. I could hear his grunts and growls and almost feel his breath on my back. Blind terror drove me on and on, running until I stumbled. The Beast seized the moment and pounced.

It reached for me but got my skirt instead. It struggled to pull away, but with a mighty wrench of his hands, the monster tore my skirt from me, ripping it away from my body and exposing my panties. I flushed in embarrassment, peculiarly enough, and got to my feet, running away from him as he ripped my skirt to pieces. It didn't take him long to go after me again, his giant red penis throbbing with desire in front of him. I screamed loudly in terror, but there was no one to hear my call.

I was beginning to tire, my chest ached and my heart hammered like crazy as I ran, my breath coming out in wheezes. I began to slow and that was when he caught me again. I screamed in fright as I felt the big hairy hands on me again, pulling and groping at me. I felt the tip of that horrible penis touch me and tore forward in frantic thrashings, adrenaline surging through my body. He grabbed my blouse and held on, trying to drag me to him as I frantically tried to pull away.

I heard a tearing sound, and my attacker ripped my blouse from me with a triumphant roar. The material bit into my flesh painfully as it was torn, and I screeched in pain and fear. I ran as he stripped me, plunging ever deeper into the darkness of the wood. I was now stripped to nothing but my underwear and stockings. When he had pulled my blouse off, The Beast had also ripped my bra a little, and one of my breasts was now exposed. I didn't notice, and simply continued to run blindly into those trees.

Finally, I spied a large cluster of downed trees, a twisted and gnarled mass of dead wood lying in a large pile on the forest floor. I had managed to outdistance The Beast by a little, and quickly dove into them, hiding amongst them hoping he couldn't seem me. Soon, he appeared, looking back and forth for me, part of my torn blouse still in his hands. He sniffed the air, looking around, his penis hard and ready for his conquest. For one, horrible second, I thought he had spotted me. Then, with a frustrated howl, he bolted off into the threes, disappearing from sight.

I don't know how long I lay there, huddled amongst the stumps waiting to see if he'd come back. I hunched down there, in my underwear, for a long long time before I finally started to venture out. I was free, I could find my way back and this would all be like a bad dream. I vowed never to go out into the forest at night again, firm in my belief that I had out smarted the dumb animal. I breathed a long sigh of relief, as I started to get to me feet.

That's when I heard the growl.

It came from right behind me. I turned and my blood froze: The Beast was crouched right on top of the log behind which I had been hiding. He had simply waited for me to come out. I tried to run once more but he was too fast, jumping down on me and shoving me to the ground, he tore at my crotch, gripping my panties. I felt a sharp pain and a rush of humiliation as he ripped them off of me, exposing my most private areas to his view.

I screamed and kicked wildly at him as he crawled over me. Running on pure horrified adrenaline, I landed and fierce blow to his head. The Beast howled and fell back and I scrambled to my feet and ran from him, my bare backside pointed his way. I didn't get very far.

He recovered in an instant and was on me in a moment, grabbing me from behind and shoving me down, his penis pressing against my rear end. I fought with an insane fury as the monster thrashed me back and forth. I kicked and screamed with a primal sense of self preservation, and animalistic panic not so different from The Beast himself. But it was futile; he shoved me forward over one of the smaller logs, causing me to bang my head painfully on the wood.

My vision blurred, and sparks flashed in front of my eyes. Dizzily, and slumped down on the log, not even sure where I was anymore. It was all the opening my attacker needed.

When I came to my senses, he was already inside me.

I cried out in shock, feeling the animal's penis pushing deep and deeper into my pussy. It filled me up, going in more and more. My head swam, I was in such shock I didn't even fight him; just lay there where he ravaged me, moving his animal cock in and out of me. It was my first time; I could feel the blood from my ruined hymen running down my legs. My first time having sex, and it was with this beast, this animal. But I seemed incapable of shame or guilt all of a sudden.

There was no pain, only the feeling of it thrusting in and out of me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, hearing his grunts as he had sex with me. Everything felt unreal, as if there was no way this could be happening to me. I prayed that he would finish up and leave me alone, so I could never speak of this ever again.

And then, something went wrong. With me at any rate.

To my surprise, my body began to respond; betraying me and my common sense, the animal's penis began to feel somewhat good inside me. It made no sense, but there it was. I felt something going on in my brain, like I was slipping away, changing somehow, loosing part of my humanity and who I was. My tongue snaked out and licked my lips as The Beast raped me, shoving that big dick deep into my waiting snatch. My nipples were hard and erect, and goose bumps covered my whole body. I started to moan, softly at first but then louder and louder as my resistance ebbed. Pleasure was flowing through me, radiating out from between my legs as the wild creature penetrated me.

All shame and humiliation were disappearing, replaced by an insatiable and uncontrollable desire that I had never felt before. I moaned, my tongue licking my lips with passion. I had seemed to lose my mind with this pleasure, I almost didn't care that it was coming from an animal, from a beast. Something was exploding in my brain, stripping away all that was civilized and human, all that repressed my desires and chained my libido.

My body began to undulate as he fucked me hard, I moaned and rolled my head, wanting nothing now but more of the pleasure his cock was giving me. His head was near mine, his long pink tongue hanging out. With a perverse glee and licked at it with my own tongue, shuddering at the contact. My flesh and body were more alive then they had ever been, and I was sinking rapidly, abandoning myself to wild uncontrolled sexuality. I was no longer the helpless rape victim; I was the willing participant, a co-conspirator of this act of defiance to the conventions of civilized behavior.

I gripped the wood, rolling my hips with is motions, the pleasure building and building until it was like a damn burst. I cried out in ecstasy as I had the first orgasm of my life at the touch of this non human monstrosity. I thrashed and moaned and writhed in delight and soon heard The Beast howl just before I felt the hot sticky sensation of his semen gushing into me. His penis seemed to swell up inside me, filling my whole canal with his girth.

Finally, he pulled out. My breath came out in heaves and my whole body was shaking. My pussy still crawled with tingling sensations. I barely could comprehend what I had just done, and how good it had felt to do it. My body trembling, I turned to look at the animal behind me. He sat on his haunches, staring at me, his tongue hanging out. There, jutting out of his dark fur was that deep red penis which had just violated me. It was still hard. I had been led to believe that it would go down after ejaculation; at least that is what I had heard about human males. But The Beasts remained hard and stiff, ready for another go round.

And then, suddenly, I was the aggressor.

In a flashing instant, I knew I wanted more: I wanted every ounce of bliss that big dick could give me.

I frantically tried to reach back and undo my bra. When I couldn't I tore the clasp apart with my hands, ripping the garment from my own chest and letting my large breasts fall out naked and bare. I have large puffy nipples, and they were both hard as rocks with stimulation. I even ripped off my stockings, tearing them into shreds and ripping them off myself, not stopping till I was every bit as naked as the animal in front of me. With my clothes gone and all my smooth flesh exposed, I went forward.

On pure animal instinct, and crawled to him on all fours and gripped his penis in my hand. With my pussy tingling in excitement, I began to lick it, running my tongue all over the organ the way Tamara claimed she did, feeling the soft flesh against my lips as did. I loved the feeling of it, and soon took the whole thing into my mouth, sucking on him like a whore in a train station.

I bobbed my head up and down, sucking on the animal's dick, lustily and shamelessly swallowing his cock. My hand went between my legs, finding my clit and began rubbing it. I had never even dared to masturbate before, and now I was doing it right out in the open. I could hear the animal's grunts as I pleasured him, and I knew he was enjoying what I was doing. We needed no words, no language; our bodies told each other exactly what we needed to know.

I worked and worked him, sucking the thick red member up and down with and uncontrolled frenzy. When he finally came again, I lapped up and swallowed every last drop of his cum shamelessly.

With a rough, violent shove, The Beast through me back on my back, gripping my legs and spreading them wide, forcing me into the most pornographic pose I could be in. I always kept my pussy shaved completely for comfort reasons, so there was nothing blocking the view. I blushed as I was exposed so completely to him. He shoved his maw between my legs, his wet nose sniffing at my pussy. I gasped as he began to lick me, his long pink tongue snaking out and lapping at my vagina, shoving into me, and moistening my lips. I squirmed, moaning as he licked me, lapping at my cunt like he might lap at water.

One of my fingers crept to my mouth as he did that, and I moaned and trembled. Suddenly, he was on me, over me and shoving his cock back inside me. He fucked me again, savagely and unrelentingly, forcing me into a state squealing writhing ecstasy. Pleasure filled me as I submitted to him, undulating my body under him, my moans filling the forest around me. The feelings were great, but I found myself longing for being on all fours again, to be mounted from behind once more.

The Beast seemed to read my mind because he pulled out and suddenly shoved me over and into that position. I rocked back and forth, looking over my shoulder at him, waiting to be mounted and taken from behind like a fellow animal. He grabbed me and forcefully pulled me to him, his member jutting out in front of him. I licked my lips in anticipation, but The Beast had a surprise for me.

I felt his penis touch my opening; not my vagina but my rectum.

I cried out and tried to pull away, this was the ultimate in perversion, and I didn't believe I could do this with anyone. But he held me fast and shoved his erection home. I thrashed and screamed as pain shot through my body. Unremorsefully, The Beast began to fuck me up my ass, shoving his huge cock deep into my most forbidden orifice. I screamed but there was no one there to hear me as I was painfully violated, stripped of my last delusions of dignity and pride.

The pain, all in all, didn't last long as my butt began to get accustomed to its new invader. Soon, all there was left was the feeling of pressure inside me as he thrust in and out of my hole. I gasped and groaned as my body was forcibly rocked by his thrusts. And that was when the pleasure began. I started feeling it a little at first, and then it began to build and build; an entirely different kind of stimulation deep inside me. It felt good, so very good all of a sudden.

My hand went between my legs and I began to shamefully masturbate myself while the animal sodomized me. My moans turned into grunts and growls as he plunged deep inside my ass. I couldn't believe, never would have let myself believe, how good this sodomy felt. My body thrashed and my head rocked back and forth as pleasure like nothing I had ever felt ran through my body.

I was no longer the prim and proper daughter of a good family; that girl was dead, replaced by a naked lustful animalistic girl, savagely begging for the big dick she needed. And I felt alive, oh god, so alive like you wouldn't believe.

I thrust my legs wider, giving him better access, and he plunged all the way into me. I howled with both shame and exhilaration, my hand rubbing my swollen clit between my legs, my other hand digging into the forest ground beneath me. My breasts flopped back and forth under me, slapping together like two slabs of beef. Always before, I had kept my breasts carefully sealed up in a tight fitting bra, now they were free and exposed and they had never felt so much a part of me.

I came again, screaming garbled barely human like nonsense as I writhed in delight, the second powerful orgasm rocketing through my body, making my whole frame shake and tremble with pleasure, erasing that last of my civilization. With a wild animalistic howl, and abandoned my self to savagery, my humanity shattered and shredded as I was reduced to a naked writhing beast slut, a slut who shamelessly spread her legs for animals, destroying any chance I might have for a normal life after that.

I don't remember anything after that.

When I finally woke, I was alone, my beast lover long gone. It was daylight, and I had no idea what time. I was laying face down on the grass, still completely naked. I struggled to me feet, my legs wobbly and uncoordinated, and looked about me; the wild images and memories from the night before flooded my brain. No shame arose in my breast like you'd think, only shivers of stimulation, my pussy beginning to juice at the memories. I felt completely different, borne new unto the jungle; and far removed form the constraints of my previous life, which I knew I could never return to.

And free: Oh my god, did I feel free.

My clothes were all useless tatters, so I didn't bother trying to put them on. With no idea where I was, I simply wandered, naked and aimless, through the thick forest. I had no concept of where I was going or what I was going to do; I just walked, moving forward through the trees in one direction. My nudity felt natural, and I felt no desire to hide myself from anyone who might find me.

I must have wandered for hours before I stumbled upon a familiar sight: The Wallace's farm.

Still half in a daze, I staggered towards the fence on the outskirts of the property. Not entirely sure why I was doing it, I hopped over the wooden fencing and onto the grassy yard behind their large barn. I stood there for a second, feeling the soft grass between my toes, realizing that I had never felt grass with my bare feet before, not even when I was a little girl. I rolled my toes through the blades, giggling a little at the simple pleasurable feeling of grass on my feet.

I was so wrapped up, that I didn't hear the figure approaching me until he was right on me. I suddenly became aware of a panting sound behind me. I turned around and looked, and there standing only a few feet away was one of the Wallace's enormous dogs.

He was large, covered in black short fur, with a big square maw on the front of his face. His ears were small and pointed, his piercing dark brown eyes staring at me from under his raised eyebrows. It's funny how those eyebrows made him look almost human, with the way they raised as he regarded me curiously. His body was big, lean and muscular, his limbs held taunt and powerful. His thin pointed tail jutted out from behind him. My eyes wandered all over ever inch of him; why had I never noticed before what a magnificent animal he was?

Ordinarily, he would have been barking and growling at me, but it seemed almost as if he could sense the change in me. He simply sniffed the air in front of me, staring in my direction. After a few seconds, his tail began to wag a little. I sat down on my knees on the grass, and waved my hands at him. He barked once and then trotted over to me, his tail wagging.

The closer he got, the stronger the tingling in between my legs got. He was so strong and so impressive in his stance. He came to me, sniffing my face and licking me a little. Without even realizing I was doing it, I licked him back, letting my tongue run across his muzzle, kissing him on his wet nose. It was unbelievable what I was doing, but there seemed to be no stopping it.

I looked at his collar and found his name was Hercules. Because of his size I assumed.

Hercules moved his large black head down, sniffing at me. I gasped as he warm, wet tongue began lapping at my breasts, running rapidly all over them and making my nipples swell and stick out. His tongue felt so good on my skin, like nothing I'd ever felt before. I ran my hand along his back, petting him, feeling the smooth silky touch of his fur under my fingers. It felt so good to touch him, to run my hands through that soft coat on his body.

Soon, his nostrils flared and his tail began to wag as he lowered his head even more. With a rush of excitement, I realized he had picked up the scent of my pussy. Shamelessly and with no remorse, I spread my legs for him; opening up myself wide as he happily sniffed down my body. His warm, wet nose touched my vagina and I shuddered. A small moan escaped my mouth as he began to lick me, lapping at my pussy with quick licks that made me close my eyes and groan.

I was abandoning myself, not only to the beast in front of me, but to the beast inside as well. My tongue licked my lips and I moaned with pleasure as the dog lapped at my pussy. I stroked his head joyfully, and I knew exactly what I wanted.

I leaned forward and slid my hand under him. I reached across his belly and then touched the sheath of fur that I knew hid his penis. Hercules yelped a little happily as I touched him. With my pussy tingling, I began to run my hand up and down massaging the area until I felt and saw his dick slip out of its hiding place and stick out. I stared at the strangely shaped red and grey colored organ. I ran my hand over it, feeling no disgust at my actions, feeling the odd flat tip with its little point. I masturbated him slowly, goose bumps rising on my skin.

I was no longer normal, but I no longer cared.

Lowering myself down, I moved my head under him and brought it forward, opening my mouth. With a feverish abandon, I slipped the dog's dick into my mouth. There was no turning back now, I was sucking a dog's penis, and it felt good. I began to move my head back and forth, slurping on his wonderful animal cock as I rubbed my pussy. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his tail wagging, and hear his yips as he enjoyed what I was doing to him.

My head bobbed up and down underneath him, I sucked his cock hungrily. I felt so stimulated and so free, naked with an animal's cock in my mouth. I knew I would need this inside me.

God, I was really doing this, I had an animal's penis in my mouth and I was enjoying it. I had broken the most fundamental taboo of our society, and it felt good to do it. I knew I needed more, to go all the way.

Turning around with my rear facing the dog, I spread my knees wide down on all fours. I lifted my butt in the air and let him get a look at me. A more submissive, inviting stance I couldn't imagine, and Hercules got the message right away. He sniffed my pussy and asshole and then licked them lovingly. I groaned and moved my hips, begging him with my body to violate me. And then, suddenly, he was on me, mounting me and shoving his thick cock at my vagina. He moved his hips rapidly, trying vainly to get it into me, but missing every time and bouncing it against my cooch. I finally reached behind me and gripped it, guiding him in.

I let out a shrill cry as he penetrated me, the animal's penis sliding deep into my pussy. There was no going back from this; I was having sex with an animal, and my body welcomed it. I moaned as Hercules started rapidly fucking me. His penis was enormous, not as big as The Beast's, but still large and it drove me wild. My legs spread wide, my face lowered to the ground and my butt up in the air; I shuddered and moved with lust, the dog's cock doing its work.

My humanity was being obliterated: gone was Miranda the socialite, I was nothing more then a naked beast in the wild, begging to be raped. And that's all I ever would be, and al I needed to be. My mind felt primitive and feral, free in ways I had never been before. I moaned and undulated my body in wild abandon, feeling Hercules' hot breath on my cheek. I kissed his maw, sucking his panting tongue into my mouth, feeling his soft fur on my back.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye; at first I thought the Wallaces would catch me. I weird thrill at the thought of someone watching me while I shamed myself with animals coursed through me, and I realized that I would enjoy having people see me while I committed my bestiality. But, it turned out to be the other dog, trotting over at the sounds of our sex.

He was the same kind of dog as Hercules, and I saw his collar read 'Goliath'. He came over, sniffing the air, smelling the sex on the breeze. His penis was already exposed and hard as he trotted over to where I was being mounted it. He sniffed my face and licked my affectionately. I licked him back, rocking as his counterpart screwed me. I reached between his hind legs and gripped his cock, pulling him around to me. Pulling his dick out behind him, I let it slide past my lips and into my mouth. Panting and covered in sweat, I began to suck Goliath's penis while Hercules fucked me good.

I felt so wild, so feral. I could feel no shame anymore, no remorse for having sex with animals because I was one myself. Stripped of my former humanity, I was a beast of the jungle, as naked and untamed as the dogs I was coupling with. My breasts swung like pendulums under me as I gasped with glee, Hercules' penis filling my wet pussy and Goliath's dick slipping deep into my mouth.

I didn't notice that I was being watched for several minutes, but suddenly I became aware of the figure standing over me. It was Tamara Wallace, dressed in a pink tank top with no bra, her hard nipples plainly poking through, and a short black skirt. Her curly black hair fell down over her shoulders, and she looked at me with a wide grin and malevolent sparkle in her eyes.

"Well, what do we have here?" She sneered, "Innocent little Miranda doesn't seem so innocent now, does she?"

I pulled Goliath out of my mouth and growled savagely at her, "Leave us alone."

But I didn't really mean it; my body was excited by her eyes on me. I was turned on by the thought of her watching me, looking and me while my reversion to an animal progressed, watching me as I shed my humanity.

"Oh, no." She giggled, "This is too good not to watch. Little miss priss is really nothing but freaky little slut."

I took Goliath's cock back in my mouth, shivering as I heard Tamara cry excitedly at the act. I sucked him greedily, feeling the organ against my tongue. God, I loved an animal's dick so much. I moaned as Hercules drilled me, the nails of his paws scrapping my skin, painfully, but in a good way.

Finally, I felt him cum. And then, something I didn't expect happened: The base of his cock swelled up in a knot inside my pussy, pushing at the walls and expanding. I gasped and let out a shrill cry. It wasn't long before I came my self, exploding in a frenzy, writhing in delight as I came with incredible force, as Hercules kept cumming, squirting his seed inside me.

I glanced at Tamara and saw that she had squatted down and was eying me with interest. I could see her panties up her skirt and she made no motion to hide them from me. And why should she? After all, I was naked and exposed before her, engaging in such forbidden nasty acts in broad daylight.

It was a while before my orgasm subsided, and Hercules finally pulled out of me. But I wasn't through yet. I rolled over on my back, spreading my legs widely and pornographically, and pulled Goliath to me. He knew exactly what to do, panting and wagging his tail as I pulled his cock to my pussy and let him enter me. I arched my back as the dog penetrated me, moaning with joy and bliss at the feeling of the animal's penis.

"You want more?" Tamara said, "What a fuck'n slut you are."

"Ah," I moaned, "I'm a slut! I'm a beast slut."

Goliath fucked me with the same passion, and I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him close to me, letting him lick my face as I felt the soft pelt of his fur against my naked breasts. With my legs spread wide, I abandoned myself to the bestial lust, all my human shame and guilt washed away by my feral frenzy of desire. Goliath panted and puffed as he rapidly moved in a frenzy of thrusts, pushing his penis inside me. I could feel Tamara's eyes on me, and I wanted them on me; I wanted her to see me as I did this, to see what a savage slut I had become, I wanted her to see every filthy, perverted and exciting thing I did with her dogs. My legs were spread wider then I had ever allowed them, my body undulating with the pleasure I was feeling.

My moans came out in grunts and heaves. I glanced over at Tamara and saw that she was rubbing herself through her panties, masturbating as she watched me.

"What do you know, luv." She cooed, "You look pretty cute with a dog's cock in you."

It didn't take long for Goliath to finish, his cock knotting in me again as what felt like gallons of cum squirted inside me. I shook and cried, arching my back as I came again, writhing in delight with savage intensity. I ran my hands all over Goliath's lovely black coat, enjoying the feeling of his soft fur under my fingers. As he pulled out, his cum dribbled out of my pussy, mixing with my own juices as I gasped heavily, trying to catch my breath. That had been the most incredible experience next to The Beast himself.

I could never go back; I knew I would be like this for the rest of my life.

"Oh my, did you cum again?" Tamara taunted me, "You're a right slut, you are."

Her derision angered me; who was she to judge me after all those perverted stories she'd told me. I glared at her, clenching my teeth: I hated the way she kept her clothes on, masturbating through her underwear, not exposing herself to me, as if that made her better then me. I knew she'd exposed her self to others, making the distinction with me felt insulting.

I rolled over on my side, and I notice Hercules was still wandering about, sniffing at a few things as dogs do, glancing back at me with his tail wagging. I saw that his penis was still out of its sheath, and as hard as it had been before. And idea struck me, and on full primitive impulse, I lurched to my feet and lunged at Tamara. I was so fast she had barely registered that I'd done something before I was on her.

"What the . . ." Was all that came out of her beautiful whore's mouth.

I grabbed her tank top and with a tremendous yank and strength I didn't know I had, I tore it from her viciously, ripping the garment to shreds in a few seconds. Her naked breasts fell out; much smaller then mine, and no where near as perky, but still nice I thought, jiggling a little as Tamara yelped in wide eyed surprise.

"Miranda!" Tamara shrieked in alarm.

But I was on her again, grabbing her and shoving her to the ground on her hands and knees. I pulled her skirt all the way up and grabbed her panties, tearing them from her, stripping her almost as naked as I was, except for her shoes and skirt, which now hid none of her naughty parts. The way she should be, I thought. I gave her round white ass a good slap and held her in place firmly.

"What the fuck . . ." Tamara started.

I whistled in Hercules' direction, and slapped her ass again, spreading her butt cheeks. It was like we needed no words, Hercules fully understood what I wanted him to do, like something silent had passed between us. He gave a bark and trotted over, wagging his tail in excitement. Yes, he fully understood what I wanted him to do. Tamara, on the other hand was slower on the uptake.

"What are you . . ." Tamara said irritably.

And then, Hercules mounted her, and her eyes bulged wide with realization at what was about to happen to her.

"No! No! Miranda, no!" She screamed.

She tried to struggle, but I held her fast and hard with my arms. Holding her in place with one arm, I grabbed Hercules' hard penis with the other hand and quickly guided it into Tamara's pussy.

"No! Please! Hercules! Bad dog!" She wailed, "Please don't do this to me!"

And then, her dog was inside her. She yelped and screamed and Hercules began to fuck her rapidly, thrusting himself inside her with spastic motions, his tail wagging furiously, his hears pushed back and flat on his head.

"Oh no! Oh, god no!" Tamara wailed as she was raped by her dog.

She might have been protesting, but I noticed she hardly put up a struggle, and I had not trouble at all holding her in place. I licked my lips in arousal and amusement; a few seconds ago, she had been taunting me and deriding me, and now it was her who was naked, on all fours and being mounted by an animal. All at once she was no different, and no better, then I was. I released my arms and then backed up a little; however I remained squatting in front of her as I watched.

Her breasts flapped back and forth with the motions while Hercules thrust himself into her, moving his hips with lighting fast thrusts as dogs tended to do. She cried out and begged him to stop, but I noticed she made no move to stop it herself. She could have easily thrown the big dog off of her without me holding her in place, but she didn't. She stayed where she was and, despite her protests, allowed herself to be mounted and violated. I was a wonderful sight to see.

I petted Goliath a little more, and then hopped back over the fence and headed back into the woods as aimlessly as I had arrived. As I left I listened to Tamara's screams of objection turn into squeals of delight as they disappeared behind my naked rear end, swallowed up as the trees closed in around me. I knew Tamara would never be the same again.

I wandered pointlessly through the wood, feeling at home amongst the wilderness. Sometimes, I dropped down on all fours and crawled like an animal, an act that didn't fail to get my pussy a little wet. As I wandered, I eventually found part of the stream that ran though the woods and swam in a little bit, washing off the mud, grime and dog cum. After a little bit of that refreshment, and got out and continued exploring, letting the early morning sun dry my nude body.

No thought ever entered my mind of trying to return home; my old life seemed to have no interest to me. It was almost as if that had been another person, someone I didn't even know. No, I could never go back to my thick clothes and ridged, structured behavior. I had tasted the freedom of the wild, of the beasts, and I could no longer be that girl.

I pushed through the trees and shrubs, with no real idea of where I was going until I got there; coming out from a thicket of bushes and seeing huge colorful sign in front of me.

"Carnivale Daciana"

I slowly walked in, shamelessly not bothering to hide my nudity from whatever strangers might see. The carnival seemed to be deserted: All the tents were closed and their flaps drawn shut over the entrances. The stands and podiums were vacant and silent, and there didn't seem to be a soul in the place. I suppose they were all working on things behind the scenes, getting ready for the opening, but this early in the morning, they were still closed.

I looked back and forth, stopping at the wide tent where my life had begun its change. I frowned as I looked at it: All the other tents still had their signs up over them, advertising what was inside even when they were shut; but the tent where I had first seen The Beast was blank, the sign was no longer there. As I wondered about this, I was distracted by a sound off to my left; a slight bleating.

I turned to look and spotted a large black male goat tied to a post just in front of an old rickety trailer that had to be the management offices for the carnival. It was a good sized animal, black with white fur around the hooves. He stood where he was, nonchalantly looking at me with those wide brown eyes.

I felt the animal in me rise again; my breathing deepened and tingles of desire began to run all over my naked skin. I licked my lips and took a few steps forward before I fell to my hands and knees and crawled eagerly on all fours towards the goat, arousal driving me on, with no doubt as to what I was going to do, no matter who might see me. I found I relished this loss of control; the abandonment to instinct was liberating and exciting. Like the naked animal that I was, came up to the goat, my face slightly flushed in my arousal.

I ran my hands delicately over his soft fur, feeling his coat and letting the sensations under my finger energize my body. I slipped my hand between his legs and found what I was looking for: I massaged his penis, making it slide out from its sheath and come out into my hands. I masturbated him, making him bleat in pleasure before lowering and taking the odd s shaped flexture into my mouth. The urethra seemed to extend a little from the tip of the goat's cock, and tickled my tongue as I sucked him.

I was bobbing my head back and forth, sucking hard on the goat's cock, rubbing my pussy with my hand. The goat bleated and snorted as I blew him, my lips wrapped firmly and shamelessly around his shaft. It felt good in my mouth, tickling the back of my throat.

I don't know how long I was being watched before I noticed her standing there.

It was the old fortune teller Naomi and I had seen last night, the one who had told me I would embrace my inner beast. She looked distinctly non-gypsy now, dressed in plain jeans and a t-shirt. She looked down at me, an eyebrow raised; but with none of the shock that you might expect, considering what she'd caught me doing.

I tied to say 'go away', but what came out was low growl.

"Oh my, it looks like The Beast has been at it again." She sighed, "I know that look."

She leaned over, looking at me with a knowing smile. Gone, also, was her phony gypsy accent that she had used during our previous encounter, replaced by a simple English cockney accent. She appraised my state of hyper arousal, and then leaned into the trailer, cupping her hand and called to someone just inside the door.

"Frank, you'd better come out 'ere, luv." She called.

In a few seconds, an older man with a chiseled well toned body dressed in jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt came out of the trailer, followed by a small midget that I had seen in the freak show. Frank was clean shaven, and had streaks of grey in his hair, his face adorned by small glasses. He spoke with a similar accent, but much less thick.

"What's up, Bonnie." He asked her.

In response, Bonnie simply gestured towards me as I half ignored them, lovingly masturbating the goat's dick, licking my lips with amused desire. Both Frank and the Midget took a step back.

"Oboy." Frank understated.

"She was 'ere last night. Name's Miranda. I should've guessed this 'ould 'appen the way 'er cards turned out. The Beast did more then just run around when 'e got out last night." Bonnie observed, "It's a good thing 'e came back before we had to ship 'em out."

That one got my attention, "He's not here?"

All three exchanged bemused glances and then Frank looked back to me, "I'm afraid, luv, that he was on loan from another carnival. He's on his way to Portugal right now."

My shoulders slumped in disappointment, my beast lover was gone. I consoled myself by placing both hands on the ground and shoving my mouth on the goat's penis. Let them watch as I pleasured myself, I didn't care.

Bonnie said, "We've seen this before. She'll never go back to being the way she was. She'll be like this till the day she dies. We can't just send 'er 'ome ta mommy. Look at 'er; she's barely human anymore. What're we gonna do with 'er?"

Frank looked me over, thoughtfully. Addressing the midget, he asked, "What do you think, Devon?"

Devon was young and had strait black hair, his youthful face graced by a well trimmed black beard. For all his short statue, he was quite good looking. He ran his eyes over my naked body as I frantically shoved fingers into my pussy, my mouth swallowing the goat's long dick. He was an amazing cooperative animal.

Devon spoke with an American accent, "I think its fuck'n hot."

Frank chuckled, "Granted, but 'at's not what I was askin'. What're we supposed ta do with 'er like this?"

Thoughtfully rubbing his beard, Devon replied, "I think it does answer the question."

The other two looked at him questioningly.

Not taking his eyes off me, Devon replied, "We've still got The Beast's tent, and his pit. And we've got plenty of animals. We need to find a replacement for him anyways, something forbidden that'll draw the same crowds. Maybe we're looking at it."

Bonnie and Frank looked at him, realization dawning, and then slowly turned to look at me. Realizing myself what he was getting at, I turned to look at them, emotions swimming in my mind.

Devon continued, "If she's okay with it, we could do three or four shows a night, put her in the pit with some livestock and let her go to town."

"Yeah," Bonnie grinned, "'at's a great idea. Who needs The Beast when we've got the Beast Girl?"

My pussy was already starting to juice at the idea. I looked at them as they all looked down at me, appraising me, excited by the idea of their new cash cow.

"How 'bout it, luv?" Frank leaned forward and asked me, "You wanna fuck those animals in front of a live audience?"

I trembled and my pussy juiced. I crawled forward on all fours, my lips trembling with excitement at the thought of all those people, all looking at me while I fucked my wild beasts. All of them seeing what a wild, shameless slut I'd become. I wanted them to, wanted them all to share in my beastliness.

"I'd like that yes." I purred.

And so, that's where I ended up. Gleefully debasing myself with beasts in front of anyone who would pay to see it. I didn't really have to do much, but everyone else ran back and forth getting the camp ready for the customers, and until my first show, all I really had to do was be introduced to the bemused staff. I guess even in the carnival a naked bestiality addict is a rare sight. I was given a razor to shave myself and took a shower to clean myself up, but that was it. By the time the carnival was up and ready for business that night, they had even constructed a new sign for the tent:

The Beast Girl

Not for the faint of heart.

They put a spiked dog collar on me, but aside from that, I remained completely and totally naked. The first show I did was with a couple of large dogs. All I really did was crawl in on all fours and then went wild with the dogs, sucking their cocks, letting them lick my pussy, and getting them to mount me. Lots of people showed up, men and women, and watched; and their eyes drove me further and further into savage bouts of lust.

For the second show, I was given two black he goats. This time, I really wanted them to see something. I let myself go totally, the audience's presence seeming to strip me of my last humanity. I crawled into the pit, growling and hissing primitively at them, giving myself over to wild beast inside me, allowing them to see me for what I was: Nothing but a horny perverted animal. They shrieked and gasped, and stared in disbelief at what I did with those goats. But they cheered and hooted, enjoying the show as fucked the animals with primal, unrestrained lust.

A third show, with ponies, happened, but it was in the last show of the night that things got really interesting. Before, some cheesy porno movie music had been piped in, but for this one, my keepers seemed to have gotten the hang of it because now a soft but mesmerizing sound of tribal drumming filled the room. The lights had been lowered this time and torches had been added along the sides to compensate, filling the room with a dancing orange glow. Above the pit, customers leaned over, looking down and jostling for the best viewpoint. Their interest energized me, making my pussy wet.

Devon, dressed in a lion tamer's outfit complete with bull whip, started with an announcement, the same one he'd given the previous three times, but he seemed surer of it. The pit was set against the back wall of the tent. At the far side, away from the spectators, were three doors. The middle door, where I came through a curtain and the other two with bars over them that were lifted to admit the animals. As with the previous shows, I was not told what sort of animal I would be doing it with.

He spoke, "Welcome brave ladies and gentlemen, to the pit of the Beast Girl. What is the Beast Girl, you might ask? Well, it is very hard to say; she came to us from a land far away, found deep in a lost jungle amongst the ruins of a long forgotten lost city. Is she woman? Is she beast? Who can tell for sure? What you see here will shock you, but you will never forget it. If any of you now feel that this spectacle is too much for you, you may leave now, for I now present to you the one, the only, the magnificently primal, savage, and primitive . . . Beast Girl!"

He cracked the large bullwhip he was holding and that was my cue; I crawled through the door, naked on all fours, moving sensually like a great cat allowing them to feast their eyes on my nudity. I hissed and growled a little, letting the beast inside me take full control. There were cheers, and a few gasps. A few women grunted in disgust at my unrestrained nudity. If only they knew how good it felt. I came into the middle of the room. There was a rise in the ground, a small flat mound that had been set up just for me. With the light from the torches, I could see them all watching me. Grinning, shocked and excited, not knowing what was going to happen next. How I loved them looking at me, seeing how much of a slut I was.

Behind me, I heard the gates opening, and I turned to look, wondering what sort of beautiful animal they had for me to love. I waiting as the gates pulled all the way up, creaking with their metallic sounds as they opened. And then, out of the darkness, I saw two yellow eyes in each door. A slight growling sound was heard in the darkness. My heart pounded in my chest, and a combination of fear and excitement surged through me.

And then, out of the darkness, stepped two of the most magnificent animals that I had ever seen: Two enormous Timber Wolves tread out of the cages, heads lowered as they cautiously stepped into the pit. They were both gigantic, the biggest wolves that I had ever seen, almost the size of a small pony. They strode forward, their thick fur beautiful in the torchlight, their huge paws padding the ground. They wore some kind of covering over their paws. They sniffed the air curiously, having caught my scent before they even came in, and stared at me with those striking yellow eyes.

They were both male, one of them colored a dark grey, the other a jet black color.

At first, panic gripped my body, and terror shot through me at the sight of those great predators. Wolves had always terrified me ever since I was a child. And then, I looked into their eyes and I knew they would not harm me. I relaxed; my heart continued to beat fast, but now out of sheer animal lust. As the two beasts approached me, I let them sniff me, running my hands over their marvelous thick and soft coats of fun. Fluid drenched my vagina as I let them lick my body, planting a kiss on one of their noses.

There were gasps from the audience as they realized what they were about to see. Their shock increased my arousal, and my desire for them to see this.

"Yes," Devon proclaimed, "Fear not, brave spectators, for she is in no danger. For not only does she love the animals, but the animals love her in return."

I lay back on my back and spread my legs pornographically, making sure the audience could see my juicing twat and letting the grey wolf sniff the inside of my thighs. His wet nose touched my pussy and I let out a small moan. He began to lick me, rapidly lapping at the vagina, causing me to moan with joy, my body moving and twisting as his tongue did its work.

The black wolf was sniffing my breasts and then my pussy, licking me in tandem with the other. I could see his red large penis was already out of its sheath, and ready for me. I leaned up, and licked it with my tongue, letting it slide into my mouth. His cock felt warm and tasty, and just the fact that I had it in my mouth was turning me on. I sucked it hungrily while they licked at my cunt.

I heard a few of the women run from the room with stifled sobs, but most of the men stayed and quite a few women who eyed the sight with obvious arousal.

I got up and rolled over on my hands and knees. I rubbed my hands over the under coat of the grey wolf, running over and finding his penis. I took the huge member in my hands and started to masturbate him, hearing his excited panting as I did so. Leaning my head under him, I took him in my mouth and began to suck his cock, letting the thick organ slip down my throat. I sucked the wolf's dick, moving my head back and forth as I felt the black wolf's tongue start to lap at my wet pussy from behind.

As I sucked and groaned with animal pleasure, I heard a familiar voice up above with the other spectators.

"Hey move over, let me see." Naomi said as she pushed someone side.

As soon as she looked down in the pit, she gasped and cried out in shock. She stared down at me, eyes wide with surprise and alarm. She was dressed in a knee length black skirt and a tan sleeveless top, her blonde hair tied behind her head in a pony tail.

"Miranda!?!" She gasped in disbelief.

Looking at her shocked expression, I grinned at her evilly, and ran my tongue along the wolf's dick, licking it with relish. Letting her see the slut I had become since she dragged me to this carnival. After all, she should enjoy what she had a hand in creating.

Naomi's hands flew to her mouth and she sobbed a little as she stared at me in horror. I just closed my eyes and moaned as the black wolf hit a sensitive part of my pussy. I let the tingles role up my body, the pleasure and lust building. I wished Naomi could feel these feelings, understand why I was the way I was. To understand what it can be like to throw off humanity's rules and become an animal. This must be so shocking for her, to see me like this, I thought. But there was no way for me to communicate that to her.

Or was there? Suddenly, I was angry: Like Tamara, how dare she judge me and how I found pleasure? Who was she to think she was better then me just because she didn't know how good this felt? I turned and glared at her, a growl coming from between my clenched teeth. Let's see if she's so damn good now.

With a feral burst so speed, I leapt up the side of the pit and grabbed onto Naomi's hands with one of mine. With a savage growl I gripped her, a wicked idea now taking over my mind, my body acting on full impulse only.

"Miranda?" Naomi screeched, "What the f . . ."

With an adrenaline fueled yank, I pulled her over the side and into the pit with me. She hit the ground with a thud, eliciting shocked cried of alarm from the crowd.

"Oh shit . . ." Devon muttered staring at me.

Naomi tried to get back on her feet as the two wolves paced warily, their dicks still hanging out of their sheathes. She never made it back to her feet as I was on her in an instant. I yanked her shoes off and then I grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, exposing her bar underneath. With a savage growl I tore her blouse from her, ripping it to shreds and throwing it behind me. Naomi gasped and stared at me in horror.

I grabbed her bra and ripped at it, fighting with the thicker material as Naomi shrieked with pain, the straps digging into her skin.

"Miranda! Stop it, please!" She begged, "What's wrong with you? You're gonna break my bra."

But I had already broken it: with a feral cry of triumph I ripped it from her, tearing it completely off her and exposing her breasts. She had lovely boobs; I don't know why she hid them like that. They fell out of her ruined brazier with a slight wiggle. I had never seen them before, despite knowing her for so long.

She turned red with embarrassment and tried to hide them. As soon as she did, I grabbed her skirt and tore it away from her, ripping it off and leaving her in nothing but her panties.

"You're crazy!" She shrieked, "Miranda! No!"

She tried to get up and run but I leapt at her with a feral shriek and tore her underwear off her, stripping her as naked as I was. She didn't look so high and mighty now. By now the crowd was cheering, egging me on, even the women as I savagely stripped Naomi. They probably thought it was part of the act. I grabbed her and pulled her over to the mound by her hair. She yelped and fought but I threw her down on her hands and knees. I could see her pussy now, the moist lips totally visible from behind her. I moved in front of her.

"Miranda, please, what have I done? Why are you doing this?" She bleated meekly.

I grabbed her, and held her in place. Again, there seemed to be communication between me and the wolves that needed no words as the grey one quickly trotted over, behind Naomi. She struggled in my grasp but couldn't break free, I held her strongly. Her skin felt nice against mine, and it was pleasant to have her under my control. She twisted and tried to fight me, but she couldn't.

She looked up at me with terrified eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, "What are you doing to me?"

"Showing you what you've been missing." I answered.

As soon as she felt the grey wolf's paws on her back as he began to mount her, she knew what I meant. Her eyes flew open with understanding and horror, and she shrieked madly, thrashing in my grip. Still I held her firmly. The black wolf paced back and forth watching us.

"Oh, no! God, no!" She cried.

The grey wolf was up and top of her, his ears pulled back against his head and his penis stiff and exposed out of its sheath. He thrust around at her, finding what he was looking for much more quickly then Hercules had. Shoving his legs in close, his tail wagging behind him, the entered her, shoving his wolf cock deep into Naomi's pussy, fucking her rapidly as he did.

As she felt her first animal dick entered her, Naomi's eyes bulged wide and she shrieked as the full reality of what was being done to her hit her. She shook her head from side to side as if to deny it, and then yelped as she was fucked by the huge animal's penis. It was a shame I couldn't see it going into her from where I was, but I had to hold her in place as the grey wolf raped her. She struggled again, but it seemed weaker this time. She gasped again and again as he moved in and out rapidly inside her.

"Omigosh! He's huge!" She wailed.

There was much laughter from the audience at that one.

"You like it, bitch, shaddup!" Some woman called down from above.

I kissed Naomi's lips, "Let it happen."

The grey wolf continued to fuck her, grunting and panting as he thrust himself into her rapidly. Naomi yelped with each thrust, crying out and shrieking as she struggled, the wolf's cock filling her pussy. She moaned and screamed, half mad with shame and horror as her virginity was taken by a wild animal. Tears rolled down her cheeks in an endless flow as her body trembled and shuddered with each rapid thrust of the grey wolf's legs.

The change, when it came, was very subtle at first. Naomi's yells got quieter and lost their strength, eventually reducing to low pathetic moans as her body rocked back and forth from the thrusts. Then, very subtly, her reactions began to change. I slight cry here, a little moan there that hinted at enjoyment rather then shame. Her body began to move a little; and I could tell her body was betraying her. Her lids drooped a little and her lips quivered. She bit her lip a little and stifled a cry, her eyes starting to role back into her head a bit as her eyelids fluttered as her breathing deepened.

I looked at her and excitement swelled in me; I could see it happening. I could see her humanity being obliterated almost, the feral beast taking over deep in her eyes. It was intoxicating as her breasts swung under her body.

"What's happening to me?" She mumbled.

I kissed her again, "You're an animal, luv."

Her moans and cries began louder as her resistance ebbed. It was like she'd caught something from me, something that turned her into a little naked beast loving slut like me. She began to move her body of her own volition, and cries of pleasure began to escape her lips. The audience could now see what was happening to her and began to cheer as Naomi surrendered to her inner beast slut. She moaned in ecstasy, spreading her legs and letting the grey wolf get in deeper.

I let her go, crouching down on all fours in front of her, facing her head. Her eyes were closed as she panted and groaned. But then she opened them and looked at me, and we made eye contact.

And she smiled.

She twisted her body, crying out in pleasure as she was fucked by the animal that mounted her. She liked it, hell she loved it; just like me. Just like me she was now a naked bestiality slut, as shameless and untamed as any beast in the wild. She panted and groaned in joy at the wolf's cock inside her, rolling her head in ecstasy as she gave up her virginity and humanity to the big bad wolf.

I looked back at the black wolf who stood nearby, eyeing me. I put a hand behind me and smacked my ass hard, pulling my cheek apart and exposing my wet, dripping pussy to him. I heard cheer from up above, because they could see me so explicitly and because they knew what was coming. The black wolf came quickly to me, his red swollen penis hanging between his legs. I waited for him to mount me with baited breath, rocking slightly with anticipation.

In front of me, Naomi was twisting her body and moaning as the grey wolf pumped frantically. There was no denying that she liked it, that she was becoming a horny little beast slut. Her hair fell partly over her face in strands, and she looked savage and wild with an animal raping her, just like she should.

The black wolf snipped my back side and licked at my pussy a little. I giggled a bit and let out a breathy moan at the feeling of his wet tongue in my privates. My heart thudded in my chest as he leapt on top of my back, shoving his hips toward my vagina. I heard whooping and cat calls from above.

"Get her!" Someone yelled.

I reached behind me through my spread legs and gripped the wolf's cock, guiding him towards my pussy. He found his mark and I gasped as the huge cock slid into me where it belonged. The black wolf put his ears back and began to fuck me rapidly, his tail wagging behind him. I moaned and cried out as I felt the thick pointed cock moved in and out of my cunt, rocking my body and making my tits slap together with the motions. I moved my hips, letting the animal get deep into me. I sucked in air as pleasure flowed through me, incredibly turned on by the thought of so many people watching me have sex with an animal. If only they knew how good this made me feel.

I was close enough to Naomi that I was able to kiss her lips. She didn't pull away, and easily kissed me back while the grey wolf pumped her. I looked into her eyes and I could see the hypocrisy of civilization was gone, her humanity reduced to an animal state. We were sisters of sin now, slaves to the flesh of the beast. I shamelessly twisted my naked body as the huge canine above me ravaged my hole, my cries and moans filling the room as the crowd watched, entranced by my brazenness; god, how I loved an animal's dick inside me.

I noticed that Frank and Bonnie had appeared, surprised to see a second girl in the pit, while Devon gestured, obviously explaining what I had done. They both looked worried, but after taking a look at the shameless blonde whore down there with me, squealing at the animal cock inside her, they both began to grin. I to agree, Naomi's new state was beautiful to see.

After a while of being mounted, I gently pushed the black wolf off me and the grey one off Naomi, who protested loudly. I kissed her and assure her we were just changing positions. I lay Naomi on her back and spread her legs wide, like they should be, pulling them all the way back to here ears. I glanced at the grey wolf and he quickly trotted over, getting above her. Naomi put her arms around him, wiggling, desperately wanting him back inside of her. But I had a different idea.

Reaching between the grey wolf's legs, I gripped his swollen rod and guided it down, not towards her pussy, but to her asshole.

As soon as the small point touched the rim of her rectum, her eyes flew open in shock.

"Omigosh! There?" She asked in disbelief.

"There." I affirmed, "You're his bitch now, so take up the ass."

Her eyes bulged out wide as the wolf pressed itself in and shoved his penis deep into her anus. She arched her back and let out a sound that was halfway between a grunt and a cry as the grey wolf began to fuck her ass mercilessly, driving deep into her, spreading her ass and causing her the to shake and spasm. Bestiality slut that she was now, it didn't take too long for her to be wrapping her legs and arms around the animal and crying out in pleasure. The wolf licked her face and she sucked his wide pink tongue into her mouth.

I looked back for the black wolf but was pleasantly surprised when I found him already hopping up to mount me. I guided his penis to my own asshole and then squealed in wild glee as he sodomized me. He pumped my ass good, rapidly thrusting into me as I gritted my teeth and grunted with the thrusts. I knew Naomi was totally gone now, as animalistic as me. There was something about getting it in the ass that did that to a woman. We moaned in pleasure, our beast lover's members buried in our asses, much to the roar of the spectators.

I wanted to lick on Naomi's pussy while she was being fucked, but the wolf's body was in the way.

I huffed and puffed, if you'll forgive the pun, as I was ass fucked by the black wolf, his penis shoving deep into me, violating me in the most forbidden of ways. One of my hands went to my slit and began masturbating myself as the animal dick moved in and out rapidly. I looked at Naomi as she twisted and squirmed, a wild unhinged look in her eyes. We were beasts now, as wild as the animals that were fucking for the moment, and the freedom felt wonderful. We lived for sex, craved it, and were no longer constrained by a frigid, joyless society bent on crushing our libidos. We were beyond that, so far beyond that.

Eventually, we switched partners: This time I lay down on my back and took the grey wolf into my pussy while Naomi got on all fours and was mounted by the black wolf. We moaned and twisted, rubbing our clits as we were screwed by the big animals, as naked and wild as they were. I wrapped my arms and legs around the grey wolf, kissing his maw with my lips and letting him lick my face, my tongue waggling on his, the feeling of his thick soft fur extraordinary against my smooth naked body.

When I came, I writhed in delight, twisting myself and yowling with a feral explosion of pleasure, my whole body shaking and shuddering as waves and waves of pleasure flowed into me. It wasn't long before he gave a short squeal, and I knew the black wolf had just cum inside her. I smiled; she was in for a bit of a surprise.

Naomi gave out a long yelp as the wolf's dick swelled at the base inside of her, filling her up as he pumped his see into her body. She shrieked in surprise and then her whole body squirmed and spasmed as her eyes rolled up in her head in orgasm. She came a great deal, crying out with delight and pleasure at the feeling of the swollen animal cock inside her.

When the wolf hopped off of her, his swollen penis remained inside her, and he dragged her backwards a few feet, causing her to cum once again with a high pitched squeal before it popped out, still dribbling cum on the floor. Her chest heaved and her eyes still bulged as her body shook with the aftershock of her orgasm. I looked at her face, and saw a convert to my world of animal sex.

I gently pushed the grey wolf off me and motioned for Naomi to come over. She crawled on all fours like the animal that she was, and together we both put our heads under the grey wolf's body and began greedily and enthusiastically sucking his dick. Naomi frantically grabbed at it, so wild and needful. We took turns swallowing it, and ran our lips on either side of it in tandem. I could see that Naomi loved the animal's penis in her mouth; and that like me, she could never go back to the way she was. That was good; I liked her better like this anyways.

The audience cheered in an uproar as the grey wolf came and we greedily swallowed his seed, sucking down the animal cum into our mouths. We finished the show, pressed up naked against each other, kissing each other's cum drenched mouths; our humanity and civilization cast off like an unwanted skin. We fingered each other's pussies, rubbing each other until we had milked one last orgasm each out of one another.

And so, this is where we live now. The carnival folk keep us in a pair of animal cages that they threw some mattresses, pillows and blankets into, as well as some other essential supplies. We were fed, and fed well. We weren't prisoners, the cages were left unlocked and we could leave anytime we wanted, we just don't want to right now. I have never worn clothes since that night, and neither has Naomi, we're happy in our own skins.

When I say that we were animals, I don't mean literally. Obviously, we still groomed ourselves and bathed. Obviously, we could still talk. And we helped out with the work in the carnival; the rest of the staff a little bemused at these two constantly naked girls helping drive tent stakes in and whatnot. Often we ate with the rest of the carys, although we preferred to use our hands instead of utensils. This was our home for the moment, and we loved it.

After the shows, Frank and Bonnie would charge guys and extra fee and bring them back to fuck us. We dutifully served them, happy for any sex we could get. The other performers and staff quickly took to using us too, and we were okay with that. Even Bonnie sometimes took us for a tumble. It probably sounds perverse to some, but we adored our new existence, moving from town to town, exercising our new found lust for bestiality in front of cheering crowds. At night when it was all over, we would go out and run in the night, running through the forest as free as the rest of the animals.

Sometimes we'd find stray guys wandering around at night, and we'd grab them and fuck their brains out. Never heard any of them complain, and I think we stole a few boys' virginity that way. The freedom was intoxicating, so far from sterile, rigid artificial world of civilization, where people fought and betrayed each other, struggling over scraps of paper or numbers on a computer. Out here, away from the suffocating pollution, the endless stress and strife and totalitarian rules. Here, I was free to embrace my wildest, most natural self.

We got along well with staff, especially since we were willing to screw any of them at a moments notice. Only one of them was ever mean to me; a tightrope walker, a pretty little thing, who was frigid as an ice cream cone and hated me for my unrestrained sexuality. She got angry at me and called me all sorts of awful names. And then she smacked me hard on the face. I bit off two of her fingers and scratched her face so deep she still carries a scar. She's never bothered me since. I've realized that civilized people are frequently rude because they know they can be so with impunity; without having to worry about getting their throats torn out, as a general rule.

I have not seen The Beast again since that night. I don't know were he is, but my heart still years for him. But in the meantime, there are plenty of animals to make me cum. And I've heard that the Wallace boys are charging people by the head to come into the barn and watch Tamara fuck the animals. Good idea, I'd pay to see that.

The sign now reads The Beast Girls; plural, and every night, we perform our beast shows for astonished crowds, and perversely spreading our legs for the various wild animals we were given. We like the wolves and dogs the best, but any animal would do to satisfy our lusts.

And once in a while, every so often, we would pull some young girl from the audience into the pit with us. We'd strip her and let the beasts rape her. No mater what, the same thing always happened: Despite all her protests and screaming, she end up howling with pleasure at the feeling of an animal's penis. And they all stayed; every one of them. There are twelve of us now; twelve beast girls, but the others have all been sold off to other carnivals, only myself and Naomi stay here permanently. I can't explain it, how our beast lust seems to be almost contagious, how we can so easily turn innocent girls into depraved bestiality sluts like ourselves, but it always happens, and it always works. And nothing is more intoxicating then seeing their faces when they abandon their humanity and embrace the animal lust.

And they always love it. Always.

So, when our carnival comes to your town, come on over, stop in, if you're brave enough, and see our show. You won't be disappointed.

If you're a guy; pay the extra and come back and see me. Trust me, I'll do whatever you want, nothings a problem. Use me, I want you to. You can do the filthiest stuff to me, and I'll love it. And I'm sure you'll love me.

If you're a girl; well, I might just pull you into the pit with me, strip off all your clothes and soon you'll be a naked beast whore like me, mounted by a wild animal.

Either way, I guarantee you'll never forget the experience.

After all, deep down inside, we are all nothing but animals.

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