Rousing the Beast
#1 of Erotic Friction
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was originally intended as the narrative for a webcomic I am working on, and it's pure, only marginally adulterated yiff. Contains: - A hermaphrodite main character
A lot of consensual yiffing
Mild BE, PE, and growth
A whole lot of yiffing
Virtually no plot
Did I mention the yiffing? * * * Have you ever lived an entire life without knowing who you really are? Or is it just me? My name is Mashara, and I am -- or rather, was -- a fairly normal college sophomore. I studied, I hung out, I partied... at least until my grades began to suffer from two much of the latter two and too little of the former. I reevaluated my life and decided that I was going to go whole-hog, all or nothing. Virtually overnight, gone was the outgoing, outspoken young zebra, to be replaced by a studious young female who spent her time working and studying. Unsurprisingly, my life changed drastically. Surprisingly, the way my life changed was nothing like what I had planned. It all started late on a Thursday night. I had two classes the next day -- Psychology and a History of Religions course. I didn't really have a major in mind, but later I decided there was some sort of ironic message from my subconscious involved. As I said, it was late Thursday night -- really, early Friday morning -- and I began to feel unwell. I'd been feeling off for a while, but -- and I'll remember the exact moment for a long, long time -- just as the clock switched from 2:36 to 2:37 in the morning, I fell to my knees. I was burning up, sweltering. It was far too hot in my apartment, and I tore my clothes off, ripping the collar of my second favorite T-shirt in the process. It didn't help, and that's when the next realization hit me. It wasn't that it was too hot in my apartment, it was that I was burning up, not with fever, but with wave after wave of unrelenting desire. I'd been horny before, and since changing my life to accommodate my new leaf, I had been horny a lot more than usual, but never as bad as this. I frantically stroked at my slit, hardly aware of my surroundings, just knowing that I absolutely had to relieve this need. I began to realize, though I don't really know where the knowledge came from, that there was no way I could satisfy this need by myself. My cunt ached to be filled, not with my fingers or with any of my -- admittedly numerous and large -- toys, but with someone else. Cock, hands, tongue, tail, I didn't care, I just needed someone, anyone, else to fuck me. Hard and long, till sunup and beyond. As that knowledge seeped through me and drove me to some sort of half-conceived action, other things made themselves apparent to me. I noticed for the first time in my life, and wondered how I had not noticed something this glaringly obvious before, that I had never been hungry before. I only ate socially. I knew this was related somehow, and the knowledge poured out of my subconscious again: THIS was my hunger. I had, in my misguided desire to be a better student, been slowly starving myself to death. No wonder I'd lost weight. I staggered into my bedroom -- right next door in the next apartment was the most delightfully attractive couple. They were extremely energetic, often staying up until two or three in the morning so that they could make love several times in a night. They were just what I needed. I moaned softly as I made my way to the sturdy wall that separated us, one hand caressing my right breast while the other wrapped around my long, thick erection. That was not something I'd never noticed about myself before, a part of me tried to shout in frantic shock, that was brand new. Another, louder part of me told the first part to shut up and enjoy it. I pressed myself against the wall, hoping to hear the faint sounds of my neighbors' lovemaking. As thick and well-soundproofed as my apartment's walls were, it was a testament to their enthusiasm that if I strained, I could hear them. They weren't just making love tonight, they were going at it harder and faster than they had in a long time. I stepped closer, not wondering how I had managed to bypass the insulated cinderblock wall, and what I saw both eased and made me further aware of my burning need. The female -- Sahara, that was the calico's name, Sahara -- was on her hands and knees over her lover, eagerly sucking on the doberman's long, thick cock. She was very good at it, and I didn't question the fact that I could feel both her need and his pleasure. John's eyes were half-closed in pleasure, but I saw when he noticed me. He didn't react, merely watched as I silently -- on hooves, no less -- eased closer. She was quite talented, and had managed to take his ten inch long, two inch thick monster of a cock down to the hilt, her whiskers tickling his scrotum while her throat convulsed around his head. Though she couldn't see me, couldn't be aware I was coming closer to her with an erection easily twice as thick and at least half again as long as John's, her ass lifted up, tail moving to one side and giving me a glimpse of the warm, moist folds of her pussy. I needed no further invitation, and I could feel her delighted shock as my malehood plunged roughly into her tight cunt. In that moment, driven to the brink by the skillful ministrations of his feline lover and the erotic pleasure of seeing her taken from behind and by surprise by myself, then over it by the shared sensation that I then knew was made possible by my participation, John climaxed powerfully, the two of us feeling the sensation of his hot, plentiful seed spilling down her throat just as acutely as she. Her own orgasm came hot on the heels of his, having been building since she started sucking his cock some time before I arrived and driven to excess by the sudden, welcome intrusion of my own thick member. I, on the other hand, still needed more -- much more, as much as I'd been depriving myself lately -- and continued to thrust into her, slowly plumbing her depths as John extricated himself from beneath her. She moaned delightfully, the sounds and sensations of her pleasure helping to increase my desire for her, and I only half noticed that while John's erection had begun to receed after his climax, it had returned again as he moved around behind me. I lifted my tail, exposing my own nether folds, and he plunged himself into me. Unlike John and Sahara, I didn't cum immediately, and the three of us stayed in that position for a moment, relishing the sensations we were feeling. It was incredible, feeling both my own pussy filled with his cock and hers filled with mine, and at the same time, feeling the sensations from those two intrusive members. After a seeming eternity of bliss, we began to thrust, and although our movements were perfectly synchronized by our shared awareness of each others' movements, there was nothing planned or rehearsed about it. We had a morning of raw, animal need, and at some point I lost awareness of where I was and what I was doing, losing myself in a haze of pleasure and satisfaction. We changed positions several times, fucking, fisting, cocksucking... anything and everything that a male, a female, and a hermaphrodite could do together, we did. The sun rose, and I didn't know. John and Sahara, both only hazily aware of the time passing, either didn't notice or didn't care, and we continued. It should have been impossible for the two of them to continue, but we did. We fucked the rest of the night and a good portion of the day, not stopping for rest, not pausing to eat -- not that I needed to -- not stopping for anything but to try another position, something different, a new way to ease the aching need that overwhelmed me, and by extention, the two of them. Sometime around dusk, I realized that I had been satisfied for some time, and that we had continued not because I needed it, but because we wanted it, all three of us. There was something nagging at me, something about safety and about overindulgence, and with some effort, I made sure that our next orgasm would signal the end of the day's festivities. It was a colossus of a climax, sending the three of us reeling as we simultaneously orgasmed, two pussies clenching tightly around two pulsing, throbbing cocks as John's and my malehoods pumped our seed into Sahara's pussy and my own -- not respectively, although at some point I'm going to see if I can figure out a way to try that. John and Sahara almost immediately fell asleep, and with remarkably little effort, I eased from between them and sighed contentedly. As I watched them drift off, bags under their eyes, I realized what I had begun to sense or remember or be told by some unknown part of me. While I didn't need sleep or food, they did. My presence and desire kept them awake, alert, and aroused, but the moment my desire faded, so did their energy, spent in an impossible marathon of sex. I knew something else then. Despite what may have been written by others, the dangers in bedding one of my kind lay not in some vampiric ability to drain energy from others -- the energy we feed from is radiated from our partners' bodies, not sucked out of them -- but in the fact that while we are actively participating, it is virtually impossible for others to stop themselves. I would have to be careful, making sure that my new lovers ate and slept enough to sustain themselves and our soon-to-be frequent nights of passion. My name is Mashara, and although I only found out about it that night, I am a succubus. This is not where my story ends, but where it begins, and these were not the only changes I discovered, but merely the first...