The Demon of Burbridge
Elizabeth Sincerity Carter, also known to some as the Demon of Burbridge, was born on February 21st, 1812. At first, the doctor assumed she was a boy, but on closer inspection, the young calfling was found to bear both genders in full. Her mother decided in the end to raise her as a girl, and asked the doctor to keep silent. This was a secret that would not be kept long, however.
The identity of Elizabeth's father has never been found. Her mother, Jillian Carter, has refused to clarify how she'd become pregnant when her husband had gone to war and died years earlier. Jillian instead stubbornly raised the child on her own, along with her older son. Elizabeth's childhood proved quite peculiar, however. As soon as she began to walk, she proved very drawn to people, and would often cling to whoever she could find and rub against them. She was thought to be simply a very affectionate calf. Nobody thought much at the time of how the family's pet dog started walking strangely. Her older brother, however, was the first to notice something very out of place about her.
Noal Carter was five years Elizabeth's elder, but a famine in his youth had stunted his growth somewhat. Elizabeth, on the other hand, had sprouted like a weed, and by the time she was six, people around the village joked they nearly looked like twins, much to Noal's chagrin. Even more so, Noal found Elizabeth to be a very picky sleeper. They'd been forced to share a bed since she'd outgrown her crib, as their mother was very poor struggling to keep the both of them fed and clothed. Elizabeth seemed to enjoy having someone nearby, however, and tended to sleep pressed to her brother's back, nuzzling into his spine. She was very particular, and when he tried to roll over or pull away, she would cry until he pushed his back against her again. As they grew, she nuzzled up from the small of his back, up between his shoulder blades, and into the back of his neck. She always clung close to him, but as she grew, he started to feel something else. Deep in the night, at times, he would wake to the feel of something hard pressing against him, below. Noal knew his sister's secret, but the family never talked about it. So he would bite his lip and keep silent.
Elizabeth grew taller than her older brother when she was eight years old. Noal was slow to enter puberty, it seemed, and he was beginning to slouch. He'd started asking his mother about getting another bed, but Jillian would only scold him. She knew it was getting to about time, of course, but money was always scarce. Noal was growing more concerned with getting his own bed because he was having trouble sleeping. Every night, just when he'd start to drift off, it would begin. Deep, hungry grinds. His cheeks would force open, and she would grind in between them over and over in long, slow motions, all while seemingly sleeping soundly. Soft snores would rise and fall behind him as he felt something immense throb against his sensitive areas. Out of necessity, with time, the young bull learned to sleep through it. He was working hard every day to help his mother, and he needed all the sleep he could get. One night, however, sleep proved impossible.
Deep in the morning hours of that night, Noal was jerked from a deep sleep by a bizarre feeling that sent chills through his body. His sister's well-muscled arms were wrapped tight around his middle, fingers digging into his chest, and her own barely-developed breasts surged against his back as she panted in his ear. His rear felt full. Her body flexed, and something moved inside him, pushing deeper into his trembling body. Her hips pushed firmly to rest against his cheeks, and only then did he understand. His sister had taken his virginity. His sister had taken him.
The young bull's mouth cracked open to scream, but a hand was closing around his prepubescent cock. He was hard, he realized. A soft, feminine voice cooed in his ear. "Oh, I knew you'd like it too! I just KNEW it. I love you, brother..." She giggled softly with joy and drew to slide into his ass again. Noal was speechless as his rear end was claimed by stroke after stroke. Neither calf slept that night. By the time dawn's light first cracked through the window, Noal's belly was swollen, and he had to rush to the bathroom when his sister finally, reluctantly let him go.
Jillian was struck by the contrast in her children that day. Her son looked exhausted and rarely lifted his eyes from the floor. Her daughter, on the other hand, seemed abruptly in a wonderful mood, despite having grown increasingly sour in the past several months. She was full of affection for her brother, at that-- everywhere he went, she wasn't far behind with compliments and hugs. By the end of the day, Noal actually seemed to be doing better. Jillian didn't think too much of it. Noal remained silent. Not all the mess left on the sheets that night had been Elizabeth's.
The next night went in much similar fashion, although a couple hours before dawn, Elizabeth finally settled lodged deep inside her stuffed older brother to catch a bit of blessed sleep. The two slept deeper in those few hours than either had before in their lives. In such a fashion, life went on in the Carter household. The dog walked straight.
Soon after, Noal's puberty finally kicked in, and he grew taller than his sister again. Nothing quite seemed to change between them, though. She nuzzled between his shoulderblades again while filling his ass. The both learned to catch naps during the day, and were very obedient about going to bed at an early hour. Jillian marveled at this latter, supposing that her children were finally maturing. They were even doing a good portion of their own laundry every day. Jillian didn't suspect anything until one weekend when Noal was fifteen, and Elizabeth freshly ten years old.
A few of the neighbors figured that even if he was a bit on the small side, it was high time Noal learned how to hunt. With his mother's permission, they brought him along on a trip into the wilds over the weekend. The night they'd gone, Elizabeth asked her mother if she could sleep with her. Jillian would have refused, but she supposed it was her own fault for keeping them in the same bed so long-- although they'd stopped complaining at some point. She'd chalked it up to their maturing, but perhaps that wasn't the case. In any case, Jillian decided she'd allow it for just this weekend. She missed sharing her bed with someone warm in the colder months, anyway.
Elizabeth had been quick to snuggle up against her mother, although Jillian had rolled to face her, to hold her with a soft smile. Her daughter seemed a little ill-at-ease, but she slipped her arms around her mother and held her close, pressing her brow to her mother's heavy breasts. A shift suddenly reminded Jillian of her daughter's little secret. She'd never forgotten it, of course, but she'd pushed it far from her mind out of some quiet shame. Now, however, a very masculine presence had brushed her in a most delicate location, and she found herself blushing heavily. She held her child's head to her breasts to not let her see, biting her lip as she tried to suppress confused feelings welling up in her. The problem was only growing worse, however-- Elizabeth was hardening.
Jillian found herself enjoying the feeling of something so hard, pulsing against her for a bare moment before she gathered herself to pull away, an excuse forming in her throat-- but her daughter held her fast. Elizabeth's hips worked, grinding against her mother as her arms flexed to hold the curvy woman close. A certain, wonderful scent was in the air, just slipping through to her nose through the cleavage mashed to her face. Her body knew exactly what it wanted. Stuttered, confused protests started to leak from Jillian's lips, unable to find direction or focus or drive. All was wiped away in a gasp as she was split open. Small, feminine hands slid down to grasp around her hips as she was bored wide open and filled. Tears filled Jillian's eyes, but soon, her legs pulled up, and she rolled on her back. The bed heaved as Elizabeth panted over her mother, reclaiming her home of ten years past. Dawn's light made the sweat glitter in Elizabeth's fur by the time she finally stopped, panting heavily, and collapsed on her mother's soaked form. Mother and daughter both slept in that day.
Late the following Sunday evening, Noah came home bearing a freshly skinned hare. Setting it down in the kitchen, he went to investigate the strange noises in his mother's room, and found his sister-- suckling at their mother's breast as Jillian cooed at her, legs wrapped around her hips as they pumped in. Noah dropped his bag, startling his mother-- she jumped, and started to grow terribly flustered. Elizabeth looked up, and leaned up to whisper in her mother's ear a moment before getting up, sliding out of her mother's grip to see to helping her brother with his clothes. Jillian was blushing deeply, but she smiled at her son, legs settling open for him in welcome. Welcome home, she said. Noal was a bit hesitant at first, but he couldn't hide his arousal long. His sister followed close behind him as he crawled onto the bed, smiling widely.
The Carter family didn't need a new bed anymore-- the master bed was plenty large enough. And in fact, all three of them got plenty of sleep now, though they kept their windows and curtains closed as a general policy now. One by one, Elizabeth claimed every room of the house as she had her family: cooing her love to her mother as she interrupted her cooking; playing with her brother's immodest bullhood as he tried to read in the living room until he stopped squirming when she tried to pull down the back of his pants. With love and smiles and a tender, never-shying hand, she claimed hold on the household. The Carter household was the first of many.
Christopher Mayes, the son of the mayor of Burbridge, was born on July 2nd, 1810. His father was always thought of as a bit of an odd one, but then, foxes were expected to be on the clever side. Mayor Mayes cared for his people, and negotiated well when outsiders happened to want something of their little village, so the people were happy with him. Few were surprised when his son proved to be something of a troublemaker, though. Christopher didn't seem like a bad child, but he was just a little too mischievous and smart-alecky for his own good. Come his fifteenth birthday, Christopher's father decided it may be for the best if he went ahead and got married soon-- a good woman just might settle him down. With this in mind, he announced he was celebrating his son's birthday with a dance, and everyone in town and the nearby areas was invited. Christopher fancied himself quite the dancer, and he was certainly developing an eye for the ladies, so he was more than happy with such an idea.
The evening of the dance, the Carters created a bit of a stir upon their arrival. Noal had grown into an impressive young bull in the end, two little nubs of horns growing at the top of his broad, six-foot stature. He wasn't terribly bulky, but he didn't put shame to the name of bull. His gentle, almost shy nature, looking around with his head just a little bent, only made him endearing to those that welcomed him to join the dance, clinging to the sleeves of his one formal suit. His sister, however, created much more of a fuss.
Elizabeth hadn't been seen around town very much for the past year or so. The truth was, puberty had hit her very suddenly at one point, and she'd been shy to leave home-- especially considering she seemed to have trouble fitting the same clothing she'd worn the other day. She couldn't very well miss such an event, however. So, Elizabeth Sincerity Carter attended the dance in a fine, black skirt that only just reached her calves and could do little to hide the broadening of her hips. It was meant to reach nearly to her ankles as was decent, but it had been tailored for her two years ago. An ornate bow hung from her wide hips to sit cozily in her front, under her folded hands. It was white to match her blouse, and threaded with dark red to match her fur, though it couldn't match the richness of her coat. Further, though many modifications had been made, her blouse struggled to contain Elizabeth's newly plumpened bosom. She was every inch a cow in blossom, and that nobody could deny from the quickest glance. Quite the difference from a year past-- everyone had to comment in their polite way, be it with admiration or envy in their eyes. Christopher, as it happened, appreciated it more than any other.
The musicians had hardly struck up the first song before Elizabeth found her hand in a fox's paw, its owner inviting her with a smile to join him on the floor. She was only too happy to accept. Over the course of the evening, Elizabeth and Christopher each danced with likely more than half those present, but they danced with each other most of all. Christopher had been drawn to that great bust that so strained her blouse and put the best brassiere in town to the test, but with time, he found something else to admire in her-- her smile. She always met his gaze with a wide, welcoming grin, she was always ready for another dance. Even his lecherous looks, his devious slips of paw met only her smiles and laughter. There was something about this girl's attitude that truly struck him-- he'd known the type that were too easy, and that wasn't her. She was something else entirely. The world spun and the music flew overhead, and those two stood in the middle of it all, eyes always drawing together again.
The night cooled, and the musicians and dancers tired. Families said their farewells, several young women very sad to see Noal leave with his mother to search for Elizabeth-- she'd gone and disappeared after the last song. Just outside of town, a young fox led his buxom friend through a small thicket of trees as the land scooped upwards. Elizabeth had to pull up her skirt in one hand, laughing quietly, as Christopher led her by the other. The two emerged onto a grassy hill under a clear, starry night and a moon just more than half-full. Behind them, the lights of the village were hidden in the treetops.
The two lay in the grass and talked about nothing and everything. Hands and paws wandered with time and soft, devious chuckles, occasionally giving way to a muted gasp or a moan. Elizabeth was the one that rolled over to bring their bodies together, pressing onto the fox's side to nuzzle into his neck. Their conversation pressed on half-heartedly, murring through deepening breaths as something pressed to the fox's leg. He thought her bow was strangely heavy. His pants opened under her fingers as she leaned over and took his lips in a firm kiss. She stroked and fondled him, and he was clay in her hands as she pushed him onto his belly, carefully tucking his foxhood under him as she stole away his pants, the fox looking up a moment uncertainly before those strong hands of hers began rubbing into his back. He couldn't argue with the relief she brought his body even though he hungered for so much more. Warmth pushed against his rear as her hands worked down his back, and at some point, he dimly realized she was rubbing down his rear. One hand found his balls, and he murred and relaxed, never minding that the other hand had disappeared. She murmured over him, "I've got something I bet you've never felt before... don't worry, you'll love it, though..." That serene smile was in her voice, too, and he couldn't find it in himself to worry. He felt something strange and hot at his rear a moment before the world hiccupped.
Christopher felt strained. A soft gurgling noise was squeezing out of him, but soon, two strong, delicate arms were closing around him, hugging him close, pushing two heavy, bare breasts into his fur. "Shhh... it's already in, just relax and you'll love it in no time..." Christopher trembled with uncertainty, but shock overwhelmed uncertainty where it tried to break through the serenity the budding cow had infused him with, and he simply opened his mouth as he felt himself grow fuller and fuller. It was true, though. By the time Elizabeth started to slide her second stroke into the fox's virgin tailhole, the tension was melting rather than building in his back. He wasn't exactly in pain-- he just felt overwhelmed. He was being used by something bigger than himself. He was becoming part of something bigger than himself. He started to pant softly, and his breath soon broke with soft groans. She pulled his hips up, letting his foxhood hang over the grass where her hands could get at it. Massive, swinging orbs kissed firmly to the back of his sack, making it twitch shyly each time. Every time she hilted and filled him that night, he couldn't help but make a mess of the grass beneath them. She would giggle softly and nibble at his ear.
In the morning, Elizabeth returned home to a beaming mother and a chuckling brother. Christopher's mother and father bore only frowns. They had been happy to see him taking an interest in a healthy young woman that came from such a happy family (the Carters were generally considered the happiest folks in town) but disappearing all night afterwards with another woman was entirely inappropriate. Talks were had, and the Mayes' had tea with Ms. Carter several times to make sure nothing of the sort happened again. Ms. Carter was very happy to do her part. Meanwhile, Christopher often disappeared during the day as he so had a habit of doing-- but rather than playing tricks on folks, he would slip in the back door of the Carter household. At first, the others would find excuses to leave right around when he started lurking in their back yard. After a few days, however, the two had been interlocked in a single, hungry, unending kiss for some time, Elizabeth allowing the fox to be the one to press her to the wall for once, when two great, soft mounds pressed to his back, and new hands slid around his sides. He grew still for a moment. Breaking the kiss with a smiling Elizabeth, Christopher looked back to find an almost identical smile regarding him on the other side. He might have been caught between mirror images were Jillian not still the taller of the two. Four hands guided him to turn, and a fresh kiss began.
Christopher never would be sure when exactly he first had intimacies with another man-- he'd simply looked up one evening, knotted in the mother of the house, to find that the one that had been rutting him in turn was in fact her son rather than her daughter. He'd been a little out of sorts when they finally collapsed in a heap together, but Elizabeth simply kissed him, and next thing he knew, he was returning Noal's favor-- while Elizabeth slipped into place behind him.
It did not take all too long for Mr. and Mrs. Mayes to notice that their son was gone for hours every day-- especially as those hours grew to consume the day entirely. Their words did little, so they finally locked him in his room to bring him to his senses. When Christopher didn't come the following day, Elizabeth went to see if he was sick. The mayor met her at the door, and led her to see him at her request. She'd said she had something on the very subject of Christopher's absences for the three of them to discuss together. She was ever the sweet one, and they talked of nothing briefly as they walked together, the young cow brushing the mayor now and then for walking so closely. When the mayor opened the door and stepped into his son's room, Elizabeth was close behind him. The door closed, and arms closed around the older fox in a tender embrace.
"Mr. Mayes," she murmured before the uncertain Christopher, "I'm sorry we haven't included you in our fun. I never meant to make you jealous..." Great, heavy breasts pressed firm into his back as her hands slid down his belly. He began to stumble over questions as to her meaning and her actions, but her fingers were already sliding inside his pants, the belt undone. Tender fingers found his most delicate parts, spreading and embracing him as he breathed warm air into his ear, her every breast pressing her bosom firmly to his back, two tips perking firmly enough to be felt clearly through his shirt. He was growing excited even as he tried to sternly chastise her, his paws pulling ineffectively at her thick arms. His pants fell as he looked back, trying to look her in the eye and put her in her place. Only her soul-warming smile answered him. He was doubly surprised when he felt a warm, wet sensation on his nethers. His gaze fell forward, and he found his son.
Christopher Mayes was on his knees, slowly bobbing and suckling on each inch of his father that Elizabeth's fingers pulled away to allow him. The mayor stumbled as the cow at his back pulled him back until she was leaning against the door, and in his hustle to regain his footing and his astonishment at the sight before him, his son scooting forward to slurp up more of his intimates, the mayor almost didn't notice the firm pressure building against his backside as a skirt bunched up in the small of his back. He was panting softly, half-hearted orders to stop spilling from him as he stared at his son, his hips rolling forward. Not out of pleasure, he told himself. Not out of hunger for more of that hot little mouth, when he'd gotten so little attention down there for years. Just to get off of whatever was pushing at him so insistently back there. Her leg? No, not quite. Finally he distinctly felt heat, and something slick on his fur between his cheeks. His ears perked, and he barely started to voice an uncertain question when his son suddenly sucked him down to the hilt. His breath caught, and his whole body gave a single, sudden tremor as a second shock rode just behind the first. A soft coo of pleasure sounded in his ear as Elizabeth's hips pushed against his backside.
Hands crawled his chest, pressing firmly to his flesh in warm caresses. Paws clasped at his hips. A warm, suckling mouth and dragging tongue captured his rapidly twitching manhood. And behind, a manhood to put his to shame taught him about a new form of pleasure, one slow, sensuous stroke at a time. Mr. Mayes melted with each blow, until the two had to hold him up. After he knotted up, they finally moved to the young fox's bed, where Elizabeth claimed him in proper, letting Christopher sit aside and watch in silence. It was then that he wondered at the power that Elizabeth held. Her body was likely already the most fertile by several measures in the village, and she was hardly beginning her puberty. But this alone couldn't explain all that she'd done.
Somehow, when he was in her arms, when she smiled at him, when she groaned in that cute little way when she was sliding inside him... he shifted the other way, to not make his arousal too obvious to the others as he thought. When he was with her, it just felt right. As though her pure confidence, her serenity was infectious. She was sure that what she had to offer, everyone wanted, and it was just a matter of making them realize it. He wouldn't have believed it would just happen, if he hadn't seen it himself. If it hadn't happened to him. But... why not? He looked over with a soft smile as Elizabeth nibbled firmly at the mayor's ear, making him groan out rather effeminately as she picked up the pace, making the bed rock steadily. Christopher enjoyed it. He'd found he enjoyed a lot of things that he'd been taught were improper. Whatever power Elizabeth held over people, he was grateful she'd used it on him. And he'd do what he could to help her.
Mrs. Mayes had been sewing in the study all this time. When her husband entered half-dressed with an odd smell about him, she joked about him being up to his old tricks, but he told her he had a new one for her this time. Another pair of hands slipped around her as she shared a kiss with her husband so passionate it reminded her of a hayloft two counties over, some twenty years past, when they first stole away together for a night. She simpered about being greedy, bringing another girl into the house of all things, but she couldn't argue with his renewed energy, his passion for her. When he unknotted from her, she tried to gather herself to suppose bitterly he wanted to play with the other one now-- but she found herself pressed back into place, and a high, throaty moan soon pushed from her as she was spread wider and wider. Christopher stepped in quietly to take his turn after. Mrs. Mayes couldn't find it in her to resist the energy, the love flowing through the room, like a great tidal wave of warmth and affection. She welcomed her son.
The Carters were welcome in the Mayes household at any time of day, and vice versa. Those around town supposed that the romance that had bloomed between Elizabeth and Christopher on the day of the dance must have taken proper hold, for the two families seemed close now, and the Mayes were becoming cheerier folk as well. The mayor was more eccentric than ever, with a bounce in his step and a devilish smile on his face.
Mr. Harrington was the village doctor, and a close friend of the mayor's. It was the mayor's idea that Elizabeth give him a little surprise under the guise of needing an intimate inspection-- his father hadn't passed on the Carters' family secret, so it seemed only polite to make sure he knew. The doctor took this practical joke more graciously than he had most of the fox's tomfoolery thanks to Elizabeth's practiced hand-- he had always been a curious one, in more ways than one. His every kind of curiosity paid off here. He was happy to introduce his wife, who in turn began spreading rumors quietly-- she happened to be the head of the village's gossip circle. Women began showing up at the Carter household each morning, shyly pursuing a hint of a whisper. They left satisfied, sometimes even bringing Elizabeth along.
One by one, Elizabeth entered each home in Burbridge. She smiled, she caressed, she murmured sweetly as she rubbed and pressed. She fondled, she ground, she penetrated and she pounded. By the time Elizabeth reached her eighteenth birthday, Elizabeth had drawn every man and woman in town into a sweet, sincere embrace and slid inside them to fill them with her inexhaustible love. Some were embarrassed, some very quiet, but nobody could deny that they enjoyed having Elizabeth's arms around them. She slept in a different house every night, snuggled with one or as many as four or five affectionate neighbors and lovers. And somewhere along the way, odd things began happening.
"Karen? Karen Carlson?" Elizabeth breathed against the back of a young robin's head, her hand petting affectionately over the fluffed feathers on his chest. He nodded quietly, his cheeks a hint red as he lay panting softly, giving a self-conscious shift now and then around the thick piece of beef hilted in his rear. "Oh, she's mentioned you." She grinned slowly as he looked up uncertainly. "She said she almost wished she'd gotten you to take her virginity before I had. I was a little sad to hear it, but I can see why. You're a sweet guy." She kissed the side of his beak. "How about I take you to see her tomorrow?"
"Three feet? Is that all?" The cow pouted, slowly sliding out of an older wolf and letting him unfold before she lay atop him again, letting her bosom, now legendary in size, overwhelm his chest. "And you've been fighting over that land for fifteen years? Mr. Ashton... is it really worth it?" She smiled slowly, reaching down to grasp the canine's shaft as it gave a twitch against her belly. "I can think of much better things for you to do with your time than drawing lines in dirt..."
"Well, sure he'd take you for a partner! He was just talking my ear off the other night about how good you are with a hammer. Said he didn't have anything more to teach you!"
"Just talk to him, Maddy. Trust me, he misses you. You should have seen what he was eating!"
"If you don't propose soon, I'm gonna march you right down to that bakery. I love you too much to let you screw this up." She'd laugh.
Eventually, Burbridge became an odd place. Nobody feuded. Nobody was bitter. Not everyone was happy, but the village had an almost eerily cheery air to it. Visitors that stayed the night became residents, likely as not. It was hard for news to even leave the village-- Elizabeth loved to welcome folks from out of town. It was said that the new mayor, a towering cow with a bosom that could knock down a barn, was some kind of demon. But to the folks of Burbridge, she wasn't a sinister force. Inside the village, she was known for her kindness, her ever-present love and firm, thorough expression of it. To this handful of people, to this great, extended family, she was the mother. Elizabeth Sincerity Carter, to those better acquainted with her and her ways, was known as the Mother of Burbridge.