The Fourth Bride
This is one that I stumbled across a partial rough draft for while digging through some of my old notebooks. I had completely forgotten about it. It's a bit of straight smut, which is outside my norm, but I hope ya'll enjoy it. This being my first attempt at such a story, as well as my first attempt at a multi-party yiff scene, I apologize if it seems awkward or clumsy. Please leave me some feedback, and if you come across any typos or errors, please let me know so I can correct them. Thanks!!
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Martin was lost; there was no doubt about it. He was in town visiting friends, and had decided to explore the city a bit while his hosts were at work. The tall, muscular German shepherd had roamed the city, window shopping and people watching, until he realized he had strayed far off the beaten path of the main streets. He now found himself on a seedy backstreet. Trash littered the gutters, and it seemed that there was a vacant-eyed homeless fur on every corner.
The canine shuddered. His phone had died at some point during his rambling journey, and even if he could find a public phone, which seemed to be in short supply these days, he couldn't for the life of him remember his friend's number. An uneasy whine escaped the shepherd's muzzle. Maybe his little jaunt into the big city hadn't been such a grand idea after all.
Martin stopped and looked around. His tail twitched nervously. The dog looked back the way he came and considered turning around and attempting to retrace his steps, then rejected the idea. His path to get here had been far too convoluted to attempt to remember. The canine sighed and continued forward. He rounded the corner of the block and stopped.
Ahead of him, on a side street that was even dirtier and dingier than the one he had just left, was a small shop with a flickering neon "Open" sign in the window. The name of the store, proclaimed in fading, swooped lettering on the grimy window, was Acula's Oddments. The shepherd stepped toward the door and reached for the handle, then hesitated. He couldn't see into the dirt streaked window, and he had no idea what kind of store it might be. For all he knew, it could be a drug den, or an illegal whorehouse.
But if the store, or whatever it was, was open, someone would be inside, and they might be able to give him directions back to his friend's place on Lakeview Drive. With a growing sense of apprehension, Martin pushed the door open and stepped into the dimly lit store.
As soon as his eyes grew accustomed to the gloom inside, the canine almost turned and walked out. Acula's Oddments, it seemed, was the dirtiest, sleaziest porn store the shepherd had ever set foot in. Racks of magazines and erotica books filled the edges of the room, and a long shelf of dirty DVDs occupied the middle, leaving a narrow aisle from the door to a glass counter at the back, which, even from his position by the door, Martin could see was full of assorted toys. Before the shepherd could back out through the door, a voice spoke from the far side of the room.
"Yes? May I help you?" Martin jumped at the sound of the voice, turning toward it's source. A black wolf, his muzzle salt and pepper gray, sat behind an antique cash register at the far end of the room. The wolf bore a faint accent, German perhaps, or from somewhere near there. He studied Martin over the top of his ancient glasses, looking the muscular canine over from head to toe. The German shepherd swallowed a sudden lump in his throat and strode down the narrow aisle to the front of the room.
"Excuse me, sir, but I seem to be lost. Would you, by any chance know how to get to Lakeview Drive from here?"
The aging wolf squinted at Martin through his thick glasses. The shepherd had the uncomfortable feeling that he was being inspected, like livestock before an auction. After a long moment, a grin that seemed to Martin to be both predatory and amused split the wolf's face. "Lakeview Drive... Yes, yes, I know it. You have strayed far, my friend." The wolf thrust his paw forward. "I am Mr. Acula." Martin shuddered as he shook the lupine's paw. It was as cold as ice. "I can help you, but I wish to show you something first." Seeing the look of unease that crossed Martin's face, Mr. Acula chuckled. "I think you will like it very much."
The German shepherd considered making a break for the door. But if he did, he may never find his way back. Perhaps it was better to indulge the aging lupine, then receive his directions and leave afterwards. Besides, even as dirty and sleazy as the shop was, it was better than being outside. "Okay... What is it?"
The wolf simply turned around and pulled aside a ratty curtain that hung behind the display counter. Mr. Acula beckoned the young canine to come around the register. Martin did so, an uneasy knot forming in the pit of his stomach. "This way, please." Behind the curtain was a short hallway illuminated by a single bare lightbulb. At the far end of the hall was a heavy wooden door. The lupine led Martin down the hall to the door, and opened it, ushering the shepherd inside.
As soon as Martin stepped into the room beyond, the heavy door clanged shut behind him. He was left in near complete darkness. An icy claw of panic began to slide down into his gut. He was a bare instant away from screaming and pounding at the door when he heard the faint rasp of metal on metal, and a dark curtain that had been hung on the wall opposite the door slowly slid back. What met Martin's apprehensive gaze almost made his jaw hit the floor.
It was now apparent to the canine that he had been escorted to a peep-show booth, but with one huge difference; there was no glass between him and the performers.
And what performers they were!
In the room beyond the curtain were three beautiful furs; a white furred ferret, a red fox, and a cheetah. All three wore identical, jeweled amulets around their necks, gold chains set with jet black stones, and nothing else. The three women seemed oblivious of their audience. The ferret and the fox were locked in an intimate embrace, while the cheetah stood behind the fox, slowly and gently grinding against her. As one, as if alerted by some subtle sound, the trio turned to face Martin.
What struck the canine first was their eyes, each a deep shade of blue, almost black. His second observation was their mouths. Each of the three performers had elongated fangs, long and needle sharp. The trio regarded the German shepherd with looks of wry amusement. Finally, the ferret spoke.
"What are you doing in there? Why not come closer?" She beckoned to Martin with one slender, delicate finger. "Come closer, let us see you." Something about the situation struck Martin as dreadfully wrong. They had FANGS, after all. But as the canine looked into the deep blue eyes of the ferret, his fears were instantly calmed.
They wanted him; who was he to deny them what they wanted?
The canine stepped into the room beyond. He could already feel his arousal pressing against the soft fabric of his briefs. The three gorgeous furs surrounded him, the ferret on his right, fox on his left and the cheetah directly in front of him.
The ferret spoke again. "I am Misha." She gestured to the fox and cheetah in turn. "She is Rhea, and the cat is Vera. Who are you?" Martin could barely pull his eyes away from the three sets of plump, firm breasts before him.
"M-Martin." The trio giggled.
"Martin... What a strong, manly name," Rhea cooed in his ear. Her paw slid down his chest. "Why don't you get comfortable, Martin?" The fox's soft paws slid underneath his shirt and began to lift it up over his head. On the other side of him, Vera did the same, and in moments his t-shirt lay on the floor. The three beauties crooned appreciatively at his muscular, well defined chest.
Misha stroked his chest lovingly. "It's been so long since we had company... So very, very long." Martin trembled with excitement. His cock was now fully erect, and the bulge it created in his shorts was easily visible. The ferret traced a line down his chest and stomach, then hooked a claw in the waistband of his shorts.
Martin's previous feeling of unease reoccured. He started to pull away from the rodent's touch. Misha looked up into his eyes, and he found himself lost in them as comfortable, numb feeling spread through him.
"Come now, Martin, there's no reason to be nervous," Rhea whispered in his ear. "We only want to help you." The vulpine's paws had joined Misha's, hooked gently in his shorts.
"No reason to be nervous... You only want to help..." Martin heard himself speak as if from a great distance.
"We are your friends," Vera cooed. "We want you to be comfortable."
"My friends..." Martin repeated automatically. The cheetah wrapped her spotted arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss as Misha and Rhea unzipped his shorts and let them fall to the floor. The canine could feel the cat's fangs brush gently over his tongue, and an electric thrill ran through his body. The fox and ferret had moved on to his briefs, and the garment quickly joined the rest of his clothing in an untidy pile on the floor. Martin's cock, willing and eager, sprang from it's confinement. Vera wrapped her warm, soft paw around the throbbing length and tugged at it gently, eliciting a low groan of need from the male.
The cheetah dropped to her knees and slowly ran her rough tongue over the swollen member. The German shepherd gasped in ecstasy as the feline took him into her hot mouth, all the while stroking his balls with one soft paw. Misha and Rhea watched Vera work with amusement for a moment, then pressed close to the strong male, rubbing and grinding against him.
Martin felt as though he were drunk. His head swam pleasantly, and he reached a paw out to steady himself, finding the warm, supple flesh of Rhea's pert breast. The canine stroked it gently, running the tips of his blunt claws over the vulpine's nipples. The fox sighed with arousal.
On the other side of him, Misha was nuzzling into his neck, kissing and nipping gently against his throat. Martin turned to her and pulled her close with the paw that wasn't otherwise engaged with Rhea. He kissed the rodent long and hard, enjoying the exotic taste of her mouth and the tingle of her fangs on his lips and tongue.
The canine groaned as Vera throated him one last time, then pulled away from the male, taking his cock in her hand. The cheetah stood and tugged gently at the engorged organ. "Come to the bed, love... We would all be much more comfortable, I think."
Martin nodded absently. "Yeah... We would all be more comfortable." The three led the canine to an oversized bed in the center of the room. Vera and Rhea gently pushed him down onto the soft mattress and helped him to lay down. Rhea moved to the end of the bed and lay across Martin's legs, taking her turn at pleasuring the thick canine cock with one velvety soft paw, gently stroking and tugging at the hard length. The German shepherd moaned and opened his mouth to speak, only to have Vera place one finger over his muzzle.
"Shhh... Don't speak. Let us do what we will." Martin nodded, his head still swimming, thouroughly entranced by the three women. Vera and Misha moved to either side of the prone canine. Martin closed his eyes as he felt them peppering his wrists and neck with light, warm kisses. He became aware that Rhea had ceased her motions on his member, and looked down the length of the bed at her. The sumptuous fox had straddled him, and Martin's heart thundered in his chest as he caught sight of her damp, red furred snatch.
Slowly, the vixen lowered herself onto the shepherd's engorged length. Martin moaned softly as his cock was swallowed by the fox's wet, eager folds. She seated herself firmly on the hard length, then leaned forward and planted a long, hard kiss on the canine's neck. Martin could feel her sharp fangs brush against his skin, serving to arouse the excited male even more.
Rhea rocked back and began to ride the engorged manhood under her, voicing soft groans of approval. Martin bucked his hips up to meet her, growling softly in his throat. The fox moaned, throwing her head back. "Oh... Such strength... Such a fine strong one you are, Martin." The vixen gave two more long, grinding thrusts against the canine, then pulled herself off of him and traded places with Misha. As the ferret stood to change positions, Martin observed a single, ruby red droplet of blood hanging on her chin, contrasting starkly with the rodent's white fur.
Marin looked at the rodent, puzzled. Where had the drop of blood come from? Seeing his confused look, the ferret winked slyly at the canine and wiped the crimson droplet away with one paw. Martin's puzzlement vanished, replaced by an even stronger, dreamy sense of security. Besides, he had more important things to worry about.
Such as Misha, who had climbed onto the bed and now straddled his needy, drooling shaft. Martin looked up at her adoringly, the lust in his mind matched only by the need of his loins. Slowly, the ferret speared herself on the canine's throbbing erection. Martin's mind was blanked out by a wave of pure ecstasy. He whined in his throat, a pitiful needy sound. If anything, the rodent was even tighter and hotter on the inside than Rhea had been.
Vera was also much rougher. Where Rhea had ridden the canine slowly and gently, Misha bucked wildly, slamming herself down again and again onto Martin's cock. She let out a loud yowl of wild pleasure, grinding his shaft deeper and deeper into herself.
Martin could feel his orgasm building deep in his balls. It boiled up, but right as he was about to lose control, Misha bounded off of him. He gasped, crying out in desperate disappointment as the orgasm receded. Vera chuckled softly and purred in his ear. "Relax. You'll get to finish, but we all get a turn first." The cheetah traded places with Misha. She ran her tongue over the damp, hot tip of Martin's cock, purring. "Mmm... Martin, you taste so good!" The feline sat up and quickly assumed the same position her counterparts had.
As soon as the hot shaft was buried inside her, Vera began to work her muscles around it, squeezing and milking Martin's manhood. The canine whimpered desperately, grinding upwards against her. The only thought in his mind was the need to cum, to finish. His body felt heavy and exhausted. As the feline worked his cock, he looked to his left, at Rhea.
The fox was sucking at his wrist, and as she pulled her muzzle back to breathe, Martin saw that her muzzle and teeth were coated it crimson blood. His blood.
The vixen caught him looking and hurriedly wiped her face. "So sorry, Martin. I'm a messy eater." She kissed him on the side of the face, leaving a bloody smear on his cheek.
"S'okay..." the canine mumbled. He was past the point of caring. He could feel his orgasm building again, a violent pressure mounting in his groin. The next time Vera clenched down on him, he let out a harsh bark and came. The cheetah moaned as she felt the boiling hot canine spunk filling her. Martin's back arched off the bed, then fell back to the mattress, panting hard.
Vera slowly climbed off of him. The three watched the exhausted canine for a moment. Martin looked up at them, his eyes glazed with blood loss and exertion. Finally, Misha spoke.
"Vera, go fetch the master before this poor creature bleeds to death. And Rhea, wear a bib next time. You're disgusting." Vera trotted out the door, runnels of shepherd seed dripping from her well used pussy. Rhea set about wiping her face again, to little effect.
A few minutes later, Vera returned with Mr. Acula in tow. The wolf surveyed the scene with amusement. "Looks like you girls gave the boy the ride of his life." The three tittered in response. The lupine turned to Rhea and sighed. "My dear, I love you very much, but your table manners are horribly lacking." The bloody fox blushed and hung her head.
"Yes, sir. Sorry, Lord Dracula." The wolf sighed again.
"I've told you not to call me that when we are away from home. But I suppose it matters little now." Dracula withdrew an amulet, identical to the ones his three brides wore, from the pocket of his coat. "Let's finish this." The wolf approached Martin's semi-conscious form. He dangled the amulet in front of Martin, waited until the shepherd's eyes focused on it, then began to chant in an ancient, rythmic tongue.
Slowly, the lupine lowered the amulet, letting it rest on Martin's forehead, right between his eyes. The German shepherd bucked as a jolt of energy surged through him. He gasped, and his flaccid, overworked cock stood straight up. The vampire lord drug the amulet down Martin's body, over his blood stained neck, down his chest, and over his belly, chanting all the while. A warm, pleasant tingle filled the half conscious canine.
When the cold, black stone set in the amulet touched the tip of the canine's cock, Martin yowled in feral ecstasy. Another, even more powerful orgasm ripped through his body, spraying ropes of hot, messy cum onto his chest.
Martin slumped back, his eyes closed completely, and he fell into a deep sleep. The aged wolf lifted the canine's head, almost lovingly, and hung the amulet around his neck. Immediately, the shepherd's body began to change. His hard muscle softened, his chest swelled as a pair of firm, supple breasts rose up. Martin's spent, exhausted cock shrank down , his heavy balls drawing back up into his body. A tight female slit, surrounded by downy soft fur, replaced them, opening slowly and gradually. The curve of the canine's hips became more pronounced, and the former male's transformation was complete.
Dracula ran his paw slowly over his new bride's soft breasts. "It has been centuries since I took a fourth bride. But the nights in Transylvania can be so cold, so lonely." He looked up at his first three brides. "Do not be jealous. I do this for all of us, that we may share more warmth together." Rhea, Misha and Vera nodded as one.
"Yes, we shall not be jealous." Misha stroked the shepherd's fur gently. "We shall love her as we love each other, and as we love you, Lord Dracula."
The wolf nodded. "Good. We shall let her sleep. When she wakes, she will remember nothing of her life before today." He caressed the sleeping dog's face, then stood. "Come, my brides. Let us retire. We leave for home tomorrow." The four vampires left the room, closing the door quietly behind them, leaving Martin to sleep and dream peacefully.