{"sf1_id":1468306,"sf2_id":"rn9qdb2n","title":"The Postern Motel","author":"Retconned","words":3498,"posted_at":"2019-07-09T19:29:11.000Z","tags":["Anthro","Female","Human","Love","Male","Monster","Sex","Short Story"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1468306-the-postern-motel","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn9qdb2n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b4/fb/b4fb9f03-b9dd-45e5-a81d-8a1a1a075c77","description":"One of my most popular non-CYOA stories, and the uncontested leader in terms of sequel requests!","content":"\\\u003eYou awaken in a room you do not recognize.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eA chill runs down your spine as you scan your surroundings.\n\n\\\u003eAt first glance, it looks to be a normal motel room. \u0026nbsp;You start to breathe a sigh of relief...\n\n\\\u003eThen you realize just how... ruined the room looks. \u0026nbsp;It's in a state of total disrepair.\n\n\\\u003eHoles the size of a grown man in the ceiling. \u0026nbsp;Moss growing in the carpet. \u0026nbsp;Windows shattered into countless pieces. \u0026nbsp;Worrying red stains on the walls...\n\n\\\u003eYou try to recall how you got here, but to no avail.\n\n\\\u003eThe last thing you remember is going to sleep in your own bed.\n\n\\\u003eThen... how'd you end up here?\n\n\\\u003eYou slowly rise off the creaky, uncomfortable bed, noting with some alarm that SOMETHING has been chewing on the sheets. \u0026nbsp;Fairly recently at that, judging by how they're still damp with saliva.\n\n\\\u003e...did... did you do this?\n\n\\\u003eYou shake your head, attempting to clear your thoughts, then cautiously walk around the room.\n\n\\\u003eJudging by the sheer volume of water pouring in through the splintered window, there's a hell of a storm brewing outside.\n\n\\\u003eGreat. \u0026nbsp;Looks like leaving may be tricky.\n\n\\\u003eA clap of thunder rattles the motel, and you hear something that fills you with dread...\n\n\\\u003eSomething just ran down the hall, past the door to your room.\n\n\\\u003eEvery horror movie you've ever seen comes to mind as your brain throws up countless red flags.\n\n\\\u003eThat door is your only way out... right?\n\n\\\u003eA look out the window reveals that you're quite a few floors up. So... window's not an option.\n\n\\\u003eNo bones about it. \u0026nbsp;You're gonna have to go out that door.\n\n\\\u003eYou grab a rotten wood bedpost and snap it off; a makeshift club beats nothing.\n\n\\\u003eNow armed... more or less, you slowly step out of the room.\n\n\\\u003eThe hallway is very dark, with a few bare, shattered lightbulbs swinging mournfully from their wiring.\n\n\\\u003eA sparse handful of intact bulbs glow dimly, casting just enough light for you to find your way.\n\n\\\u003e...and to reveal deep scratches in the wooden floor. \u0026nbsp;Very deep.\n\n\\\u003eAnother chill oozes down your back, and you tighten your grip on your weapon. \u0026nbsp;Another rumble of thunder shakes the floor. \u0026nbsp;In the aftermath, you hear something large moving around...\n\n\\\u003eSounds like it's...\n\n\\\u003ebehind you.\n\n\\\u003eSlowly. \u0026nbsp;Ever so slowly, you turn around.\n\n\\\u003e...you see nothing. \u0026nbsp;Must have been your imagination...?\n\n\\\u003eAfter staring down the ruined, dim hallway, you resume walking, still watching over your shoulder.\n\n\\\u003eIt's only a moment before you run into something very large and hard, knocking you onto your rear.\n\n\\\u003eDespite every fiber of your being telling you not to, you look up at what you hit...\n\n\\\u003eand immediately feel your blood ice over in your veins.\n\n\\\u003eStanding over you is what you are at first tempted to call... a dog.\n\n\\\u003eBut even a cursory examination reveals that this... thing is no mere mutt.\n\n\\\u003eIt stands on its freakishly long hind legs like a blasphemous mockery of man. \u0026nbsp;Long, gnarled black claws extend from its toes, clearly sharp enough to make the gashes you've seen in the floor.\n\n\\\u003eA long tail droops between its legs, apparently broken and bent at an awkward angle. \u0026nbsp;It twitches fitfully as the creature lingers above you.\n\n\\\u003eA gaunt torso walks the line between canine and humanoid, being just familiar enough in shape to be uncanny.\n\n\\\u003eThe creature's arms are clearly modified legs, with them bending rather awkwardly, as if unfit for their new duty. \u0026nbsp;A matching set of coal black claws decorate the \"fingers\" of its paws.\n\n\\\u003eTopping off the freakish beast is a head that is recognizably canine, with a long, angular muzzle. \u0026nbsp;Countless fangs line its maw, dripping with saliva. \u0026nbsp;Where there ought to be eyes is nothing but skin and fur, and yet the creature seems fixated on you. \u0026nbsp;Atop its head jut four pointed ears, the two pairs being distinct from one another but all bearing notches and bites out of them.\n\n\\\u003eThe whole thing is wrapped in incredibly short, mangy fur with the color and texture of dried, caked on blood. The scent of blood emanates from the beast as it quietly slavers over you.\n\n\\\u003ePanicked, you take a wild swing with your makeshift club. \u0026nbsp;It cracks against the beast's knees, and promptly breaks in two.\n\n\\\u003eThe creature lets out a sound you can only associate with the mental image of a yelping dog stuffed full of gravel and sand. \u0026nbsp;It staggers and nearly falls, then shuffles away painfully. \u0026nbsp;Its ears droop, and its bent and broken tail tucks farther between its shaking legs.\n\n\\\u003eAs the being retreats, a pang of guilt courses through you, dulling your terror for a moment. \u0026nbsp;It shuffles out of sight, making a point not to turn its back on you. \u0026nbsp;You shakily rise up from the floor and gather the two halves of your ruined weapon.\n\n\\\u003eThe roof above you springs a prompt leak, dumping rain onto your head. \u0026nbsp;You dash into the nearest room to escape the downpour.\n\n\\\u003eAnother clap of thunder rings out, and your blood curdles as the beast charges into the room behind you. \u0026nbsp;It stops dead in its tracks, muzzle angled towards you as if staring despite its lack of eyes.\n\n\\\u003eIt seems to slowly look over your body... until it takes notice of your bedpost club.\n\n\\\u003eTo your horror, the beast lets off a low growl not unlike what you imagine a creature 10 times its size might loose from its throat.\n\n\\\u003eOn top of that, it becomes apparent that, even with its hunched stance...\n\n\\\u003eThis thing is several feet larger than you.\n\n\\\u003eThe beast takes a lurching step forward, and panic sets in again. \u0026nbsp;You frantically look for an escape, and find one in the form of a door to the next room over.\n\n\\\u003eFlinging your broken weapon to the ground, you sprint through the door and out of the new room, leaving your pursuer behind, if only for a moment.\n\n\\\u003eIndeed, it almost immediately gives chase, soon using its twisted forelimbs for their original purpose by adopting a four legged run.\n\n\\\u003eIt continues to growl deeply as it slowly loses ground, eventually falling out of sight completely.\n\n\\\u003eYou begin to slow your pace, gasping for breath, when the deafening sound of a door being kicked in rings through the hallway.\n\n\\\u003eOut of nowhere, the creature appears in front of you, taking a wild swing with its front claws. \u0026nbsp;You stop just shy of it plunging those claws directly into your chest, then pivot and run away again. \u0026nbsp;As you pass the room you originally lost it in, the beast somehow steps out of that door as well.\n\n\\\u003eYou cast a disbelieving glance over your shoulder to confirm what you just saw, and to your growing horror...\n\n\\\u003eThere are somehow two of them.\n\n\\\u003eAnother ear splintering slam echoes in front of you as the beast yet again appears in your path, this time opening cavernous jaws in an attempt to bite you. \u0026nbsp;You make a hairpin turn and run into a nearby room.\n\n\\\u003eYour heart and mind race, but somehow you know:\n\n\\\u003eDespite it being in multiple places, this is only one solitary creature.\n\n\\\u003eProbably futilely, you shut and lock the door. \u0026nbsp;You hear ragged breathing just outside, but for some reason the creature doesn't make an attempt to enter.\n\n\\\u003e...apparently, in your panicked state, your body has gotten some mixed messages. \u0026nbsp;Despite the gravity of your situation, you are struck by a singular thought:\n\n\\\u003eSeduce the beast.\n\n\\\u003ePerhaps too much time spent on furry sites. \u0026nbsp;Perhaps you have some deeply hidden fetish you yourself were unaware of. \u0026nbsp;Perhaps you've suffered a head injury at some point and your thought process has been thoroughly derailed.\n\n\\\u003eNo matter the reason, you are assured that this is a valid solution to the problem.\n\n\\\u003eSo assured, in fact, that you unlock the door before stripping down to nothing and lounging across the ruined mattress.\n\n\\\u003eThe creature opens the door with surprising care, then freezes upon entering the room. \u0026nbsp;Its pointed muzzle aims towards you, and its fang-lined jaw drops slightly.\n\n\\\u003eIt slowly approaches you, sniffing the air tentatively.\n\n\\\u003ePart of you isn't entirely convinced you've done anything but render yourself an even easier kill.\n\n\\\u003eAnother part of you swears the creature just... \"glanced\" at your package and licked its lips.\n\n\\\u003eIt steps even closer, then awkwardly halts.\n\n\\\u003eIt takes a deep, shuddering breath, then attempts to straighten up to its full height.\n\n\\\u003eUnfortunately, its unusual build renders that impossible. \u0026nbsp;But, with this new vantage point comes some startling realizations.\n\n\\\u003eBetween its legs-come-arms swing two fairly large breasts, and lining its torso are many small but visible nipples.\n\n\\\u003eSo IT is actually...\n\n\\\u003eA she.\n\n\\\u003eSmiling awkwardly, being careful not to bare any teeth lest she consider that a threat, you sit up and reach a shaking hand towards her head. \u0026nbsp;The creature seems to watch you closely, angling her head as necessary. \u0026nbsp;Her ears twitch erratically.\n\n\\\u003eOnce your hand is close, she leans forward and sniffs it cautiously...\n\n\\\u003eThen bows her head farther. \u0026nbsp;You tentatively rub your hand across the top of the beast's head, watching her ears jerk about as if being electrocuted.\n\n\\\u003eThe fur is precisely as wiry and rough as it looks, to the point it almost feels like you're petting steel wool.\n\n\\\u003eStill, you persevere in the interest of diplomacy. \u0026nbsp;Those claws and teeth are rather compelling arguments for approaching this peacefully.\n\n\\\u003eTo your amazement, the creature's mangled tail gently sways back and forth. \u0026nbsp;Is she... enjoying this?\n\n\\\u003eYou continue petting until she seems thoroughly calmed and satisfied. \u0026nbsp;When you retract your hand, she tilts her head in apparent confusion.\n\n\\\u003e...a feeling of boldness overwhelms your better judgment.\n\n\\\u003eYou stand from the bed and saunter over to the beast, who for her part manages to look confused even without eyes. \u0026nbsp;Upon getting close enough, you carefully wrap an arm around the tall, gaunt creature and pull her close.\n\n\\\u003eNot an easy task, as despite her lean build, she's actually quite strong and weighty.\n\n\\\u003eYou press your bare form against her, feeling the rather uncomfortable wiry fur brush against your skin.\n\n\\\u003eA few of her nipples brush against you, and you feel them...\n\n\\\u003eHardening.\n\n\\\u003e...it seems that your current path to diplomacy is working quite well.\n\n\\\u003eTaking care not to make any sudden moves, you gently caress the creature's body, noting that despite its monstrous form it does have a vaguely feminine contour to it.\n\n\\\u003eHer snapped tail wags like a tattered flag in the wind, and her ears twitch madly in four different directions.\n\n\\\u003eYou attempt to feel out her receptiveness...\n\n\\\u003eOne hand runs down her back, eventually creeping along to the base of her tail, revealing a firm, fairly humanoid rear despite her canine legs. \u0026nbsp;You press your luck with a quick grope, and get a snarl for your troubles.\n\n\\\u003eYou quickly take your hand away from her backside, and she seems to calm down.\n\n\\\u003eKeeping a close eye on her reactions, you now run a hand along the long row of nipples decorating her torso.\n\n\\\u003eEach one perks up as you do, and her tail goes berserk.\n\n\\\u003eYou eventually follow the trail upwards to her breasts, marveling at their moderately impressive size and perkiness. \u0026nbsp;She seems to watch you closely as you tentatively give them a squeeze...\n\n\\\u003eHer tongue almost immediately flops from her mouth when you do so, only for her to reel it back in almost instantly.\n\n\\\u003eWith that bit of research done... you again feel that wave of boldness.\n\n\\\u003eYou carefully lead the beast to the trashed mattress, then attempt to push her onto it.\n\n\\\u003eTo your shock, she not only vehemently resists...\n\n\\\u003eShe lifts you bodily and lays you on the bed instead.\n\n\\\u003eBoth concerned and curious, you decide to let her take charge. \u0026nbsp;...but you keep a close eye on her in case she tries anything funny.\n\n\\\u003eOnce you're lying on your back, the beast tilts her head thoughtfully. \u0026nbsp;She tentatively leans over you and sniffs a few times, then is apparently satisfied with what she smells.\n\n\\\u003eShe eagerly clambers onto the bed and crawls on top of you.\n\n\\\u003eThanks to her size and weight, she effectively pins you to the mattress despite not showing any ill intent. \u0026nbsp;Her wiry fur scrapes along your bare skin as she crawls, a feeling that isn't wholly unpleasant. \u0026nbsp;Perhaps you're getting acclimated to it.\n\n\\\u003eHer breasts hang down slightly as she approaches your face, dragging over your crotch and chest. \u0026nbsp;You begin to feel yourself rising to the occasion, so to speak...\n\n\\\u003eOnce her muzzle is even with your face, she stops crawling, merely resting her lean, muscled body atop you.\n\n\\\u003eDespite her lack of eyes, she gives the impression of staring at you thoughtfully, as if unsure what to do next.\n\n\\\u003eShe eventually seems to decide, something vaguely approximating a smile spreading across her face.\n\n\\\u003eHer ears twitch wildly as she slowly, tenderly begins to grind herself against you, her chest pressing against yours and her legs kicked out behind her almost playfully.\n\n\\\u003eHer tail fidgets happily as she suddenly licks your cheek eagerly.\n\n\\\u003eAfter this, her grinding begins to accelerate, with her gradually rubbing against you faster and faster, her many nipples growing increasingly hard.\n\n\\\u003eConsidering your partner is very easily capable of overpowering you, it seems that you couldn't stop her if you wanted to.\n\n\\\u003eNot that you really mind at this point.\n\n\\\u003eYou're actually growing to love the feeling of her rough fur gently scrubbing against your skin. \u0026nbsp;The feeling of her pleasantly supple breasts pressing against your bare chest. \u0026nbsp;The subtle but noticeable feel of her claws on your shoulders.\n\n\\\u003eIt all adds up to make this scenario...\n\n\\\u003eSurprisingly enjoyable.\n\n\\\u003eHer grinding has reached a fever pitch at this point, with her actually beginning to pant from exertion and... apparently arousal. \u0026nbsp;Her tongue rolls from her mouth, with her occasionally licking your face almost... affectionately?\n\n\\\u003eHer tail wags so hard you swear you see it hinging where it seems to be broken.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, she begins to whine slightly, a sound that's surprisingly mundane for her. \u0026nbsp;She continues to grind against you, and it soon becomes apparent:\n\n\\\u003eShe can't seem to satisfy herself.\n\n\\\u003eShe growls quietly in frustration, and redoubles her efforts, to no apparent avail. \u0026nbsp;Despite her nethers practically dripping, she doesn't seem to be able to reach a climax.\n\n\\\u003eWhining and growling pitifully, she suddenly seems to get an idea.\n\n\\\u003eThat deafening door slam echoes in your ears again, and somehow another instance of your partner is suddenly standing over you, looking down and panting in sync with the instance that is lying atop you.\n\n\\\u003eBefore you can react, the standing beast firmly plants herself atop you, sitting down and resting her nethers on your face with what almost sounds like...\n\n\\\u003eA self satisfied snicker.\n\n\\\u003eThough you can no longer see your partner nor her double, you can tell by her squirming and whining that she's still aching for relief.\n\n\\\u003e...why not make her squirm just a tad more; what's the worst that could happen?\n\n\\\u003eDespite being in prime position to bring her to her knees with only your tongue, you keep your mouth steadfastly shut.\n\n\\\u003eYour refusal to play along doesn't go unnoticed, it seems. \u0026nbsp;Her whining becomes more urgent, almost pleading, and she frantically shifts her weight as to rub her womanhood across your face.\n\n\\\u003eWhen it becomes apparent what's going on, she begins to growl in frustration. \u0026nbsp;Both of her.\n\n\\\u003eThe beast lying on top of you continues to grind her body against you roughly, her breasts pressing against your chest repeatedly. \u0026nbsp;She apparently can't think of any other solution to her problem, and neither can the one seated on your face.\n\n\\\u003eSuddenly, one of them lets out a strange, almost triumphant sound.\n\n\\\u003eSounds like she has an idea.\n\n\\\u003eYou feel the beast lying across you slowly crawl back down your body, her breasts again dragging teasingly across your body. \u0026nbsp;Once they reach your member, she suddenly stops, dropping them onto your quickly-stiffening rod.\n\n\\\u003eSatisfied with her position, the beast begins roughly massaging your length with her furred breasts. \u0026nbsp;The feel of her wiry fur in such a delicate area is bizarrely stimulating...\n\n\\\u003eYou can't help but let out a gasp, and she lets out what could charitably be called a sigh of relief as your tongue incidentally brushes across her needy slit.\n\n[-IMG-](https://i.imgur.com/yPOAM6A.png)\n\n\\\u003eYou have to admit: her turnabout was impressive.\n\n\\\u003eSo... you decide you've kept her waiting long enough. \u0026nbsp;As a reward for her cleverness, you plunge your tongue into her nethers.\n\n\\\u003eYou are immediately met with what must be a moan of pleasure. \u0026nbsp;The instance of the beast you are tonguing fidgets about rapidly, apparently having trouble maintaining her composure. \u0026nbsp;You can hear her claws skitter against the floor as she apparently kicks in ecstatic throes of passion.\n\n\\\u003eRecalling an old trick you heard once, you use your tongue to spell out your name in the creature's depths, bringing her down to drawing long, shuddering pants and quietly moaning.\n\n\\\u003eEventually, with a raspy howl that brings to mind some ancient, embalmed werewolf, she seems to finally get her much-needed release.\n\n\\\u003eShe spasms a few times, then collapses forwards, allowing you to gasp and catch your breath.\n\n\\\u003eView now unobstructed, you see the two copies of the beast lying in total bliss. \u0026nbsp;One lies behind your head, her tail twitching restlessly just above your face. \u0026nbsp;The other has collapsed on top of you, your member still firmly wedged between her breasts.\n\n\\\u003eThere's a sound like a rusty door creaking open, and suddenly the beast behind you vanishes. \u0026nbsp;The instance of her lying atop you remains.\n\n\\\u003eShe pants and catches her breath for a moment, then slowly crawls up to be face to face.\n\n\\\u003eWith an expression you suppose is intended to be a smile, she wraps her arms around you and licks your cheek appreciatively.\n\n\\\u003eDespite her being a monstrous being, you can't help but feel accomplished for bringing her to a climax. \u0026nbsp;She certainly seems happy about it.\n\n\\\u003eBut there's still the matter of your own pleasure. \u0026nbsp;Beneath the beast, your rod still throbs, hoping for some stimulation.\n\n\\\u003eYour partner continues to lie on top of you, seeming very much satisfied and relaxed. \u0026nbsp;However, she soon seems to take notice of your restlessness.\n\n\\\u003eYou can practically see her attempting to puzzle out your fidgeting. \u0026nbsp;She eventually lets out a sort of hiss that seems to approximate a gasp. \u0026nbsp;Again, she puts on that \"pseudo-smile\", then eagerly crawls back down off the bed.\n\n\\\u003eShe seems to take a look at your stiff member, then unhesitatingly lowers herself onto it, quickly penetrating herself with another hissing gasp.\n\n\\\u003eOnce she has mounted you, she quickly begins pumping her hips rhythmically, riding you into submission.\n\n\\\u003eYou vaguely wonder where she learned some of these moves as she deftly works your length, leaving you in a hazy state of bliss.\n\n\\\u003eOnly when you're practically bucking her off of you with your thrusts does she finally let you finish up, with sparks going off in your head.\n\n\\\u003eOnce her work is done, the creature carefully dismounts you, then crawls back up to your face, licking your cheek once more.\n\n\\\u003eYou shakingly wrap your arms around her, prompting yet another gasping hiss, then feel yourself drifting off to sleep.\n\n\\\u003eYou groggily wonder if going to sleep with a massive, clawed beast atop you is a wise idea.\n\n\\\u003e...well, she hasn't killed you yet, so surely it's safe.\n\n\\\u003eYou close your eyes with a sigh, then slip off into a deep slumber.\n\n\\\u003eYou awaken with a shout.\n\n\\\u003eYou had the strangest nightmare... you were in some strange, ruined motel, and there was a huge, canine beast. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\\\u003eYou blink in shock when your shout is met with an alarmed, gravelly yelp. \u0026nbsp;Suddenly, a strong yet unwieldy pair of arms awkwardly wraps around you.\n\n\\\u003eNow you remember. \u0026nbsp;It wasn't a dream.\n\n\\\u003eThe beast, seeming concerned, rests her head against your chest, cooing wordlessly in a raspy voice.\n\n\\\u003eIs she... trying to soothe you?\n\n\\\u003eYou gently pet her on the head, and that seems to mollify her. \u0026nbsp;With an approximation of a sigh of relief, she gently runs a paw across your chest affectionately.\n\n\\\u003eHer tail slices through the air awkwardly, and her ears twitch restlessly.\n\n\\\u003eDespite her seeming satisfied with her attempt at calming you, she keeps her arms wrapped firmly around you. \u0026nbsp;Almost...\n\n\\\u003eProtectively, even.\n\n\\\u003eDespite her monstrous nature, you feel genuine love and care from this creature. \u0026nbsp;And, if you're honest with yourself...\n\n\\\u003eThe feeling is mutual.\n\n\\\u003eYou lean forward and plant a kiss on her forehead, snickering a little at the bizarre feel of her rough fur on your lips.\n\n\\\u003eShe lets out a strange cry of glee, then embraces you even tighter.\n\n\\\u003eAs the storm continues to rage outside, you rest easy, knowing that you've got someone to ride it out with you.","series":{"name":"Non-CYOAs","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1468298-capra-is-calling.json"}}