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It's kind of sick how selfish the human mind works sometimes. Take my predicament for example.

For something so horrible, so despicable to happen to the poor girl… and all I can think about is my own damn feelings. And it hadn't even begun on the realisation of what had happened to Priscilla.

No, my decadent selfishness had begun much sooner, when I celebrated a break-up, celebrated another person's misery. Mind you, considering the circumstances many men would make the same mistake in my position.

Seated on the edge of my bed, I looked down at the anthro woman bobbing her head in my lap, suckling lovingly with a mixture of care and an expertise I never knew she'd be capable of. That being said however, I hadn't had many blowjobs over my lifetime and was by no means a connoisseur of the subject. Yet somehow I knew Priscilla was doing a good job.

The anthro canine had a small enough build, with a nice bust and reasonably wide hips. She had the trim athleticism of a yoga instructor, yet the posture and usual demeanour of a timid wallflower. Her demeanour when she visited was anything but usual though.

With my erection in her mouth, lips sliding up and down the shaft, glistening and slick with her saliva, Priscilla's large blue eyes searched my face for approval. She got it in droves as I cupped her cheek, and despite her lips pouted about my modest girth the canine managed a little smile.

As if encouraged, the woman dipped her muzzle down again and doubled her effort, one hand absently pinning back some of the long straight black tresses that stood out against the stark white fur covering her body. Her bushy tail wagged happily as she worked me over with a strange sense of gratitude. She was moaning as if penetrated, made happy by the mere fact she was pleasuring me.

Maybe in part she was relieved, and I wondered if she had ever done anything like this before, or even knew what she was doing. Didn't seem to matter much at the time, she was doing an amazing job. I felt a little selfish, sitting there and receiving, but I didn't stop her.

Priscilla had lived down the hall from my apartment for as long as I could remember. Maybe three years or so since I moved into the building. And in all that time I don't think we had exchanged more than a few casual greetings. I wish I could say that was because we were both shy. Unfortunately, her piece of shit ex-boyfriend had more to do with it. He surely would have beaten her senseless if she looked at any other man twice.

I'd known it. She'd known it. The rest of the block knew it. And after a while, when no charges were ever going to be filed, we all just sort of gave up calling the cops during those late-night arguments. Arguments that inevitably ended with her wearing dark shades in the morning to hide another black eye. It was horrendous to live with but after a while… let's just say you'd be shocked to find out the shit you're capable of living with. Or worse, turning a blind eye to.

Selfishness. I keep coming back to it. Eventually the interest in one's own well-being just takes over, and that's the end of it.

But little over a week ago, the most magnificent thing happened. Priscilla left him.

I'm still fuzzy on the exact details, but since nobody has seen the wanker in a long time, neither I nor our neighbours had been too intent on asking too many questions. I just remember one night she turned up at my door; breathless, mascara stains across her cheeks and a bleeding lip, clad in barely a shred other than her underwear.

She'd stayed the night. Then the next night. And then before either one of us knew it she insisted that I should not have to sleep on the couch in my own apartment anymore… it had all happened so fast it was a blur to me, much like the state of current events.

I was seeing two of Priscilla for a moment as her broad tongue caressed me from tip to base and my member, clamped in her hot muzzle delved into her throat. The tight, wet hole yielded as she forced herself down on the thing, a soft gurgling sound the only indication that her gag reflex had kicked in. She held there, massaging much of my length with a few swallowing motions before she smoothly pulled back, eying the thin veneer of drool across my member with pride.

I was propped back on my elbows, watching with interest as Priscilla bit her bottom lip cutely and shuffled a little closer. She hadn't removed her bra yet, compressing her already plump breasts between her hands. While she positioned her chest over the head of my rod, in the back of my mind I kind of knew what was going to happen next. At the same time though, I was unprepared as Priscilla, smiling as she did it, lowered her body over me until my rock-hard-arousal slid up comfortably into the soft crevasse between her furry globes.

I'm not exactly well endowed, but I was long enough for the crown to poke out between her cleavage, where Priscilla gave it a playful lick before smiling at me.

Compressing her boobs about the length with both hands, she kneaded the globes to massage me encouragingly. I could only dig my fingers into the bedsheets and watch through fluttering eyelids as Priscilla started to caress my rod up and down, fucking me with the soft furry valley between her breasts.

I groaned out something idiotic and cheesy about her being amazing, as if she even needed telling. At the same time as she moved down to hilt me in her cleavage, my hips thrust upwards a little as if on autopilot.

Each time my glans poked up between her breasts she'd give them a little lick. It lasted as long a she was able to keep up, but before long her chest was rising and falling too quickly, the crevasse getting fucked the same vigour one would usually reserve for the treasure trove between her thighs. The strokes grew longer and harder with every passing moment.

My human flesh slapped wetly against the matted, furry underside of her breasts as she kneaded her fingers a little tighter through her bra. That wonderous soft valley, wet with a mixture of precum and Priscilla's oral enthusiasm tightened and brought me past the point of no return. I clenched, trying to hold back and stammered about being ready to finish. But Priscilla mercilessly kept moving and with a deep sense of embarrassment I came, painting her body with my seed.

The first rope hit her in the chin, another followed, powerful enough to lay itself across her face, making the woman's eyes flutter as she laughed. The rest of the load draped across her lovely slender neck, forming a nice bit of pearly white jewellery on her pale fur.

I had barely regained my wits when Priscilla slid the cummy member out from between her breasts and into her mouth, sighing like an addict getting her fix. With the same enthusiasm as before she worked her lips, her tongue, and as I grew gradually erect again, her throat across my sensitive rod. It wasn't long before I was fully erect once more.

My fingers tangled in her hair, I didn't have to pull or guide her in the slightest. She worked entirely on her own accord and the simple act of submitting to my pole, forcing her tight, wet throat muscles about my girth again and again with enthusiasm was enough to get me hard in moments. I was shivering with sensitivity as she caressed me in all the right places, dragging her name from my lips again and again. The sound made her ears flick and her large eyes looked up at me, shining with pride.

She smiled again about the shaft ravaging her pretty mouth, giggling between the throaty gulps and little gags of the crown bulging her throat a little.

Priscilla continued to work with reckless abandon and finally, after what felt like hours of bliss, my stubborn body yielded to her ministrations. She took me up again, and barely clenching to hold back this time, I spent into the back of her throat.

Priscilla jerked for a moment with surprise, but she didn't complain. Eyes shut, she cooed gently and swallowed, sucking down spurt after spurt that painted her mouth, taking the load in with long greedy gulps.

You could keep a night out on the town with booze and recreational drugs. With Priscilla's lips about my length I reached the highest high I'd ever want to reach. It was dizzying and I nearly collapsed on the bed breathlessly.

Were it not for my cracking an eyelid and spotting something in the mirror across the room. A sight that sobered me in an instant, effectively spoiling the warm afterglow of the orgasm.

In the dim light of the bedroom I was presented with the reflection of Priscilla knelt down between my legs. Only instead of facing down into my crotch so she didn't waste a drop of cum, she had turned her head, her neck twisting in a way that was incompatible with life. Her face, hollow and terrifying peered at me in the mirror. Her eyes, all black with little pinpricks of white in the centre stared with a deathly glare. Her teeth, bloodied with chunks of meat were bared, globs of white drooling from her maw while a similar crimson viscous matter wept from a gash across her throat.

Too numb to cry out or do anything else I slammed my eyes shut, fully expecting death to take me in the form of a supernatural monster leaping at me from the mirror. And yet, nothing happened for those brief, terrifying seconds.

Opening my eyes again I looked at Priscilla nuzzling my member with her face, giving it little licks as if willing more life into her favourite plaything. Her visage and her reflection were back to normal as she playfully crooned, disappointedly over the exhausted piece of meat splaying over the bridge of her muzzle.

Eventually she was content to rub her cheek on the warm, sticky member, drinking in the wonderful scent of sexual satisfaction with every breath, totally ignorant of how my mood had been killed by a morbid hallucination.

Weeks passed normally, but the deathly visage of Priscilla in the mirror had been so horrifying it was unfortunately committed to memory. For a while it made our encounters a little awkward. She wanted to talk about it, but I'd lie about being distracted or work being stressful. Our encounters in the bedroom, always my bedroom, were kept short. Although they were no less pleasant than usual.

Some time passed, I got over myself, attributed my strange vision to some kind of trick of the light, and life went on. My various engagements with Priscilla lengthened, got rougher. And then at the apex of our mutual confidence around one another in the bedroom, Priscilla decided she didn't want to be on the bottom anymore.

With a mischievous smirk she shoved me onto the bed, flat on my back and climbed on top, forcefully holding my wrists to the pillows. As forcefully as she could, of course. Priscilla was a petite woman and if I wanted to I could have probably thrown her off with nary more than a deep breath and a long blow.

Content under her care and feeling safer than I did in the taxi home from the office that evening, we kissed like teenagers on 'make-out point' for a long time, before Priscilla sat up and pulled off the little red dress she usually wore. Even wearing the garment she might as well have been wearing nothing; it was shoulderless and skimpy, barely covering her hips and made of a light enough material her nipples usually poked through.

Throwing it aside she bore her lovely body to me for a moment, grinning mischievously before she swivelled on the spot. Careful not to kick me anywhere sensitive, she pivoted until her rear hung in the air just above my groin. The taught globes of her bum were magnificent, something I'd spied many times in the past shown off by short skirts and skinny jeans, but just never had the opportunity to touch until recently.

My member bobbed with excitement as I fixed my hands over the perfect, tight globes. Above, Priscilla turned her head, mouth hanging open with a heated expression. A small “Ah~!" rolled past her lips as my thumbs found the swollen lips of her labia and gently spread them apart with a wet smack of her arousal. The pink flesh within was soaked and radiating enough heat I could feel it on my glans as she eased her body downward.

Speechlessly my eyes followed her entrancing rear on its journey down, and I only looked away when my eyes lost focus, feeling my crown meet that hot bead of moisture waiting in the mouth of her arousal. She held there for a second, her silky tunnel tight and clenching for a moment. Then with a long moan coming from both of us, Priscilla flexed about my pole and hilted me in her depths.

I bottomed out, my glans clinched ever so tenderly against her cervix, the caress of her depths drawing a shuddering gasp from her. This was deeper than any of the times we'd had sex in the usual missionary position, and already I could tell by the way Priscilla bucked her hips firmly against mine, she was enjoying this new position as much as I was.

We held there for the longest time, her innards making a rippling motion as she clenched and unclenched, acclimatising to my member delving so deep into her. Even I had to take a few breaths to adjust and it took every ounce of willpower not to ejaculate there and then. I was running arithmetic in my head, counting backwards from one-hundred in increasingly complex increments in a desperate bid to distract myself from the burning, slippery depths of Priscilla's perfect body.

Slowly at first, but rising in enthusiasm as she advanced, Priscilla balanced on her hands and knees, her legs spread widely in a gymnastic split, gyrating her lower body up and down on my member.

My fingertips dug into her flesh as she started bouncing up and down my rod, her desire-soaked quim sliding smoothly from crown to base and then back up again. Our bodies became a playground of pleasure, Priscilla even keening at the top of her lungs as if willing the world to know how she felt.

“Nnnnghhh~, gawhd!" Priscilla practically shrieked, alternating between moans and calling my name as I did hers. She continued gyrating her hips as she massaged the full length of my erection, each motion smooth with almost professional erotic enthusiasm. “Ooooooh~! Oooooh~!"

Her lewd pitch rose with excitement as she picked up the pace, slamming her hips down on me with increased fervour. I had to tear my eyes away from the way her amazing bum rode up and down, working independent from the rest of her lean, flexible body as she impaled herself on me repeatedly. I shut my eyes as if focusing, trying to keep my position right there on the cusp of orgasm.

Aside from the wet noises of her stuffed quim, hearing her vocal appreciation of my body sliding in and out of her tunnel, her moans passionate and loud with ecstasy, it all excited me to no end. It was the beat to which she danced with long, smooth strokes, the apex of which slammed just hard and just deep enough we were both pleading for more as we ran to the summit of pleasure hand in hand.

It was not meant to last.

What I saw when my eyes focused again was so shocking I couldn't help but let out a terrified cry.

Some dark creature had replaced Priscilla on top of me. A gaunt, pale frame with black eyes, her lips torn back to reveal a menacing shark-like smile. Her emaciated aspect was upside down, breasts flattened and stretched as her body bent entirely wrong. Her spine seemed to have snapped like a toothpick as she bent backwards and twisted her neck to put her face inches from my own. Her ribs extruded through the mangy remains of fur on her chest, the breath rushing past her daggers grin holding a scent that could only be described as decay.

Blood trickled like tears from her eyes, with more black ichor oozing from a gaping gash across her throat. And the voice.

Death herself visited with a single question that came out like two blades rasping over one another with enough intensity to leave a ringing in my ears.

“Want to cum inside me?"

I froze up, unable to do anything other than blink. And despite the terror of seeing the creature again, I forced my eyes open again.

In an instant the monster in Priscilla's place was gone. Mistaking my cry for that of pleasure, Priscilla half turned as she rode my length with fresh gusto. She was smiling enthusiastically while one hand squeezed her own buttocks, spreading her stretched labia apart a little more to reveal the glistening stuffed flesh of her tight little quim about my spear.

She thrust down hard a few times and finally I came, though having lost much of my interest at the sight of that… thing that had been riding on me a moment ago. Never the less, I came hard inside Priscilla, finishing up our rendezvous on the usual high note. That note being my member hilted all the way in her and irrigating her womb with a torrent of hot, sticky seed while she cooed with approval.

When the murk of numbing pleasure passed and Priscilla breathlessly curled up beside me, I wondered if perhaps there was something to the lie; perhaps work was indeed getting stressful enough to have me seeing things.

Then came the day. A day that would stick in my memory until the grave – an event I'm beginning to long for as the events still haunt my nightmares.

I got home from work late, expecting to find Priscila loitering by my door. Such would have been a usual sight to come home to, drinking in her lovely smile and that sultry glimmer in her eye. It had become the high point in my day which I looked forward to from the moment I woke up in the morning.

Instead I met my neighbours in the hall. They were loitering outside Apartment B4, Priscilla's door. It didn't take much explaining for me to realise what had brought them out. Priscilla's direct neighbours were complaining of a terrible smell these past few days, and only now I stood outside B4 could I smell it myself.

Foul and acrid, like rotten lemons in a dumpster on a hot day. There was something evil in the stench, however vague it was for the moment. Like it tapped into something primal in my brain, warning me that I shouldn't investigate further. Yet like so many idiots before me in history, the desire to know more drove me forward.

We knocked on her door. We sent her text messages, left voicemails… Priscilla did not reply. She did not answer the door.

Eventually the superintendent came up with the keys. He opened the door and I was among the concerned neighbours entering her apartment. The smell was worse inside. The curtains were drawn and the festering stench made several in our search party retreat and vomit in the hallway.

I would have followed were it not for my concern for Priscila overriding all else. At least for the moment anyway.

When we opened the bathroom door the superintendent fainted. Looking back I feel morbidly good that I held my constitution well enough as opposed to the burly equine known for ability to pick up heavy things. That being said, I still lost what was left of my lunch right there in the laundry basket.

Priscilla was sat up in the bathtub, her head rolled back to pronounce the deep black gash opening her throat. The fur across her bare breasts were crusty with dried blood, with more of the stuff, blackened and slimy pooled about her thighs in the bottom of the tub. Her eyes, pale and milky, were wide open and staring at us with a mixture of shock and pleading desperation.

The dead woman, dead for a long time if the smell was anything to go by, wore the expression of someone who did not want to die, but realised she was fixed on her path nevertheless.

I was horrified by her death. But selfishly, I was even more horrified by what the coroner told me the next day.

Priscilla had died little over a month prior to us finding her body; she had died the same day we first hooked up…