Zophie's Long, Hard, Day (And Night)
Story by WyrdoStories on SoFurry
Poor Zophie can't seem to catch a break. No matter what she keeps finding herself in situations where she gets fucked by Beastmen. It would be a lot of fun if she was into that sort of thing, but she's not. (As she keeps telling herself.) Usually this happens once or twice a day at most, but for some reason today is different. Today she somehow winds up getting banged by someone every couple of hours! What can she do? How will she survive it? Will she ever walk straight again?
"You will endure many trying tasks in the near future."
That's the phrase I woke up to this morning. It was in the fortune cookie I stepped on as I got out of bed. I can't remember the last time I had Chinese. Whatever.I don't remember my dreams anymore either. I haven't remembered any of them since I started therapy. I think nothing of it and start getting ready for school. Once I'm in the car Mom reminds me I have a follow up with my gynecologist, Dr. Pounder this morning before school. I'd totally forgotten. She waits in the car while I go inside and get a thorough examination from the Bobcat beastman. We follow it up with a test of my birth control's efficacy and then I get cleaned up for school.
It's a typical day. People giving me dirty looks, stage whispering horrible things when I walk by, and pulling mean pranks. The only thing that rattles me is when Rocco Hunter, a donkey beastman that sits behind me, leans up to whisper, "You're not fooling anyone. We can smell the beast dripping out of you, Hypocrite." I pretend I don't know what he's talking about. "Right," he nods. After class he stands next to my desk, his large cock outlined in his basketball shorts. I can't help staring at it, despite the fact I'm not into Beastmen. He grins. "Soon I'll have a go at that pussy, and once word spreads you've had a donkey the big boys will start lining up to tap that ass." I push past him and head into the hall. Someone grabs me, pulling me into the ladies' room. I start to scream, then realize it's just Lavender.
"You look stressed. Let's see what I can do to fix that." She carries me down to the stall farthest from the door. Once inside she pulls up her shirt, revealing her massive breasts. I don't wait for permission, locking my lips onto her nipple and sucking the warm milk from it. She strokes my hair with one hand while sliding the other under my skirt. "Let me make it all better, Zophie." Her thick, dexterous fingers find my waiting sex and quickly get to work.
I'm not into Zoeanthropes, and definitely NOT into women, but for some reason Lavender makes me forget all that. I moan, and grunt around her stiff nipple, my own hands fumbling with the zipper on her shorts. I slide my fingers into her wet snatch, returning the favor. She gasps, then smiles. "Wanna have another sleepover this weekend?" I nod, then switch breasts, teasing this one with my tongue. It doesn't take long for us both to get off. I clean up, get a playful slap on the ass while heading out and barely make it to my next class before the bell rings.
After another boring round of learning I get to stay after school and get double teamed by my teachers for an hour. I stagger out to the parking lot and Mom informs me my Therapist had to reschedule my appointment this week, and we're headed there now! Shit! She drops me off and I head up. We spend the first 10 minutes going over the assignments he gave me last time and discussing my progress. Then I get put into a mating press for a half hour while he pounds my slit into submission and whispers subliminal commands into my ears. Once we're done, I head back down to find my driving instructor waiting for me. Oh, C'mon!
We drive to Banger Point at the end of the lesson and get busy in the back of the car. And because I'm not tired and sore enough, the Voyeur decides to come out of the woods and join in. Two threesomes in one day, and the Voyeur is really into anal! I can barely move by the time they get through with me. I nap while my driving instructor takes me home, where I quickly get my hopes of some rest smashed to pieces. Turns out my neighbors are going on vacation next week, so the wife is having another Girls' Night this week. Which means I get to go next door and work off some more of my debt to them again for the second time in two days. Yay?
I'm over there until the sun goes down, getting every hole drilled and filled with Beastcock. Bonus: Their son is home from college so I get tag teamed by two generations of horny Bearguy! I manage to get back home on wobbly legs, hoping for a shower and some sleep, but the universe has other ideas. Wayne, my boyfriend, has snuck out of his house to spend some time with me. Oh Boy! Not! I shower then slip on a robe, explaining why I'm not interested in hanging out tonight. Big mistake. I brainfart and forget Wayne is some kind of Werecreature. Only instead of the moon or nightfall that causes the change, it's lust. And he gets extremely turned on by stories of me fucking other people.
I've barely finished telling him about Lavender and me in the bathroom before he's transformed into this wolf-like Zoe with a long, veiny cock and a knot the size of a grapefruit! We never make it to the bed. I get raw dogged and knotted right there, with only my robe between me and the cold, hard floor! He finally satisfies his needs, transforming back into a human around midnight. I'm so spent, and loopy from orgasms, I can't even tell him bye. I lay there for a few hours then get jolted awake by something hitting me!
It turns out to be a Ratman, who's got an armload of my stuff! Wayne must've forgot to lock the door when he left! I grab his foot, wrestling him to the floor. We roll around for a few seconds then... You know where this is going. Instead of my jewelry box getting raided, it was my pussy... again. I've never been with a Ratman before so I'm surprised when he nuts after just a few minutes. Then I realize he's not stopping, and he comes a dozen more times before finally going limp! While I'm trying to catch my breath he grabs my stuff and takes off. I follow, cursing and complaining with every aching step.
Ratguy gets taken out by the Community Security guard, an old Goatman who always drives by the house slowly when Mom, or I are outside, especially if we're in our bikinis... Ratguy manages to get free but drops my stuff. I'm so grateful I almost don't mind getting bent over the hood of the Security Guard's car and getting a thorough body cavity search. He deserves a reward. (I don't know why I had to wear the cuffs though...) I manage to stumble home with enough time to shower, AGAIN, and head to school. I'm thinking, hoping, this day will be better. That lasts until Rocco pulls me into the Janitor's closet as soon as I walk through the door!
Maybe I can convince him to just get a hand job? Yeah... That's not happening....