Into The Beast
Into the Beast
by TakumaRaccoon
warning warning this series has an extreme amount of Sexual relations between humans, animals and anthropomorphic animals. If your under18 and don't like these kind of stories hurry press the back button shutdown windows XP or ME, win98 and go out side and play with your friends kiddies
Chapter 1: Thinking about oblivion
The sun was going down again, hopefully for the last time. David was camped on the
edge of a small clearing near a quiet little lake, gazing into the warm glow of a fire pit.
He was not seeing the fire though, he was seeing a beautiful German shepherd bitch
chasing a stick he'd just thrown. He marveled at the grace of her motion as she swung
'round and came trotting back to him, smiling with the stick in her mouth. David was
looking into the past, at memories and ghosts.
"Ah, Aurel, how beautiful you were, my darling," David mumbled into the fire.
A breeze was blowing, barely perceptible, casting ripples of golden light across the lake.
It's a remote place far up in some foothills somewhere. They used to come here, Aurel
and David, to escape the noise and turbulence of the city, to return to the simple way for
a while, to relax. But that wasn't happening here tonight, tonight there was only one way
to find peace and after a few more swigs of rum he'd have the nerve to achieve it.
Daylight was fading from the sky as the last sliver of the sun's golden disk sank behind
the hills. Clouds of crimson and gold celebrated the suns passing. The firs and pines of
the old growth forest blanketing these ancient hills became dark shadows as night spread
out its wings. This was one of the few remaining places that had not been logged off
years ago. T here was a k ind of primordial air about the place.
David would ha ve thought that all of this was very beautiful, if only Au rel had been
there. This had been their favorite place together, even before Dante had been born. But
Aurel was gone now, dead, murdered, along with her son Dante.
He was remembering back, six years ago when they camped near this very spot. It was
morning, he hadn't completely woken up yet and he thought he heard the sound of
wolves. A sound that echoed in his mind, as if he had been dreaming.
He rolled over and felt for Aurel, who usually slept right there next to him. She wasn't
there. David had tethered Aurel to a tree to keep her from wandering too far off during
the night. Aurel loved to explore, sometimes a little too enthusiastically for her own
good. Then he heard a grunting sound and looking in the direction it came from was
amazed to see his mate, Aurel, tail to tail with a large black wolf only twenty feet away.
She was tied with him, mating! David couldn't believe what he saw.
He remained quiet as he didn't want to startle them. Mentally he tried to figure when Aurel's last heat had
occurred. Yeah, it had been a bout six months ago, and he hadn't noticed it coming on this time. But this wolf obviously had!
He thought this was kind of cool. After a few minutes they broke their tie. The wolf
licked at his genitals for a moment and then licked Aurel's muzzle like he was kissing
her. Then he turned and sauntered off into the woods. Aurel sat back, lick ed her swollen
vulva for a bit, and then looked quizzically up at David with her tongue lolling out in a
panting smile.
"You beautiful slut, you," David told her, "I go to sleep for a few hours and your out here
making it with the locals!"
David smiled at these thoughts, but then he remembered the present and the smile faded
to a frown, the frown became a look of pain, and he felt the warmth of a tear roll down
his cheek. Suddenly his breath caught in his throat and pressure filled his chest. His
thoughts had changed, he had failed her, had failed everything.
The stars began to sparkle in the prussian blue of night, but he saw only betrayal in the
gathering shadows, ghost-like images of a dead lovers eyes. He had been careless and it
had cost Aurel and her half-wolf son Dante their lives - and also his very soon now.
Suddenly he stood up and burst out with a curse, "Damn it to hell! You stupid fuck!" The
words echoed across the lake and came back at him like a confirmation. Then a moan of
regret rose from the depth of his spirit, followed u pon by a prim al growl of hate directed
at himself and at the world of men.
David reached down and grabbed for the bottle of rum sitting by his feet, raising it to his
lips he took a long swig, then coughed, gasped for breath, and stumbled over to the Ford
Ranger parked nearby. Opening the passenger door, he withdrew a small black leather
case from the glove box. It contained a Browning 9mm pistol, an d as he beheld the case
he was sure that tonight the pain would end a t last. He'd made up his mind to it!
* * *
David Collin had been a veterinary student just a few months away from completion of
his studies, he was looking forward to graduation. Being one not to let things slide, he
had already contacted several clinics for employment possibilities and had been receiving
some interesting replies. Bu t that was a nother thing of the past in a world now gone.
Damn these thoughts. Shaking his head with disgust, David kicked at the ground and
cursed again under his breath, slowly he walked toward the fire pit.
Now David Collin was a loser and convicted animal sex abuser. Distrusted by everyone
because of his record. He stood near a lake in the darkness contemplating oblivion and
the quickest way to put a n end to his pain once and for all.
Back at the fire pit he sat down on the chunk of log he'd been using as a chair. He sat the
gun case on the ground off to one side. He Picked up a Coleman lantern he had filled
with white gas earlier, pumped it a few times and then searched his left coat pocket for
the box of waterproof stick matches he kept there. He Opened the box without taking it
from his pocket, and removed a match. striking the match on a rock bordering the fire pit,
he brought it up quickly to the lantern as it ignited. Turning the fuel knob on the lantern,
he could faintly hear the hiss of the gas shoot into the mantle, with a pop the lantern
flashed as it took flame. He adjusted the lantern to the proper setting, sat it on the ground
next to the gun case and then stared at it as his thoughts once again wandered into the
past.
The worst thing of all was the loss of Aurel and Dante. The murder of his loves was a
tear in his soul that would never heal. The thoughts of losing them brought tears to his
eyes and built a knot in his chest so painful that he felt he might pass out. David wanted
to die, he missed them that badly. He missed their companionship, their soft fur against
his skin, and their ecstatic joy upon his arrival. Everything around his home reminded
him of them and of how badly he wanted them back.
David's life was a shamble on virtually every level, so what reason had he to live, to go
on with these memories and broken dreams? No, it would be so much better to feel
nothing forever! He was crying again and he hated it, but memories continued to torture
him.
* * *
David's big mistake had been appearances. Something he wanted to maintain for his
family and friends. You see, he had never been attracted to women. He wasn't gay, he
simply didn't find his fellow human beings attractive. It didn't matter if they were male or
female. What he did find attractive were dogs, especially large dogs. Again it didn't
matter, male or female. He knew that this was unusual, but he couldn't help himself, he
longed to be with dogs, to play with them, sleep with them, and yes, even mate with
them. He was physically, mentally, and sexually attracted to dogs and this seemed quite
natural to him, it always had.
He knew that no one else could possibly understand, hell, he didn't really understand it
himself, he worried about appearances, he was thirty-one and hadn't ever had a girl
friend. He didn't know exactly why, but it bothered him to be thought of as gay. This was
really silly he knew, especially considering his actual sexual orientation, but it troubled
him nonetheless.
He had spent some time on his home computer surfing the Internet and while looking for
animal ma ting pictures had discovered some chat rooms and forums with people who felt
just like he did about animals. This blew his mind while making him quite happy. So
happy in fact, he took the online nickname, Happy dog. It was online that he learned that
he was, what these people called, a zoophile.
And then Angela Harris came into his life. It was because of appearances! Angela was
the worst thing that had ever happened to David. He wanted to kill her almost as much as
he wanted to kill himself. Angela's pettiness had led to his outing, his exposure to the
world, the loss of his true loves, and the loss of his life. But David had resolved to let
Angela live, he hoped that by knowing what she had driven him to, she might suffer with
guilt for the rest of her life. David had left a special note on the dashboard of his truck to
Angela thanking her for his ticket to oblivion.
The fire was beginning to burn down and die out. T he air was turning chill and the trees
took on a silver cast from the full moon that rose into the sky. In the distance, David
could hear the lonely call of a wolf.
On other nights he would have found the howl a mystical and beautiful sound, it was
haunting and lonely and free, but on this night it brought only more pain.
David took another swig of rum and then grabbed a couple small logs and threw them
onto the glowing coals in the fire pit, after smoking briefly, little orange flames began to
dance around the edges of the dry wood.
David had spent only four months courting Angela but it seemed like forever. Never had
he taken to task such an extremely boring and futile activity. Although she was intelligent
and interesting to talk with, David just couldn't achieve any deep feelings for her. He
knew that she was waiting for him to move their relationship up to the next level. She had
hinted several times about wanting to spend the night with him or of taking a trip to the
coast to spend the weekend there together. David knew what she really wanted, but he
was afraid of what she might learn about him if pressed into a service he couldn't
perform. David had changed the subject rather tactfully on many of these occasions, but
eventually Angela cornered him.
On a Saturday evening, while ta king dinner at a favorite bar and grill, Angela set her
mind upon getting her way. David's resistance was defeated by her stubbornness, so
finally he gave in and invited her to his home for the evening. He told her that he would
like her to meet his dogs and that they all could snuggle up in front of the TV. Angela
said that she loved dogs and David thought yeah, but probably not a s much as me. David
really didn't want to do this. He was having second thoughts about keeping up appearances.
He should have listened to these thoughts, but then you know what they say about hindsight.
The howl of the wolf interrupted his thoughts again and it sound ed a little closer this
time. David raised the bottle of rum again to his lips, but suddenly he was struck by a
violent vision of Dante.
Such a beautiful dog Dante had been. Five years old and such a wonderful friend! Dante
had been the first born pup of Aurel's only litter. The product of the wolf Aurel had
mated with on that morning six years ago.
Dante had three brothers and three sisters, all beautiful pups. David had held Aurel's paw
as she gave birth to each one, he had even taken a week sick leave from his part time job
and school to make sure he was with her when they were born. David had no trouble
finding good homes for the pups, even though he was so very reluctant to give them up.
He grimaced, his hand tightened into a fist around the rum bottle as a vision of Dante, his
body jerking as bullets struck him flooded his mind. He abruptly stood up and shouted at
the darkness "God damn you, you fucking bastard!" while involuntarily heaving the half
bottle of rum out into the lake. A voice echoed back at him, "God damn you , you fucking
bastard." And as the sound of the splash faded, David found that he agreed with those
words.
David sat down on the log, slumping into a quivering mass with head down, sobbing like
a baby. He reached for the black leather case and opened it. He withdraws a shiny nickle
plated Browning 9mm pistol from the case and popped the clip out of the handgrip.
Resting the pistol in his lap, he reached back into the case and brought forth a box of high
power cartridges. Slowly he opened the box, like it was part of a ritual that he wanted to
savor every moment of.
* * *
Angela had been visiting David at home for several weeks. They had played around a
little in bed and he had managed to show her some degree of a good time even though it
was forced. David knew that Angela could feel his insincerity, and this put a strain on an
already difficult relationship. So in order to establish a feeling of trust, he had given her
the key to his house.
One important thing for David was that Aurel and Dante got along well with Angela.
These two dogs were very protective of their space and would go into a virtual fit
whenever strangers came around.
Aurel was obviously jealous of Angela though, whenever Angela and D avid would
cuddle she would push in between them . The problem was that Angela didn't lik e this,
and although David didn't like it, he was forced to put the dogs in the yard during
Angela's visits. This added even more stress to Angela and David's relationship.
It was on a Friday morning that David noticed Aurel was entering her heat. David felt he
had not been spending enough quality time with his darling. So when they met at lunch,
David told Angela that he had some personal things to attend to and that he wouldn't be
able to entertain any company that coming weekend. Angela was a little put off but
reluctantly accepted this disappointing news. David agreed to call her Sunday night
though, as soon as he got finished with his tasks. She smiled and told him she would be
waiting for his call.
That weekend David had the best time in months enjoying the attentions of his bitch
Aurel and friend Dante. He had to keep Dante in a run he had built in the back yard
during Aurel's heat to avoid letting the son get too interested in the mother. This made
Dante a little frustrated but David would see to his need s just a s he did Aurel's. It was a
very busy and very enjoyable weekend for David and his mates.
Sunday morning Aurel wanted David's attentions again badly. D avid had serviced her
twice the day before but he was feeling up to the task again. He had just come in from
playing fetch with Dante in the back yard for almost an hour. It seemed that Dante had an
endless supply of energy, especially when he smelled Aurel's heat in the air as well as all
over David during these special times.
After some very wonderful cuddling on the couch for about a half of an hour, Aurel got
up and stretched. She turned her hind quarters toward David and while looking o ver her
shoulder she yawned and straiten ed out into a sensual stretch. Then she raised and flexed
her tail a couple times, her moist vulva teasing David's interest. Aurel's vulva was
swollen, it parted the golden fur directly under her tight ass. David could see the red of
her moist clit, tucked just under the lips of her vulva a waiting the caress of his tongue. He
could feel the tightness of an erection already building under his jeans, so he removed
them and his underwear and tossed them on the couch.
Aurel jumped up on the couch and put her paws up on the backrest. David knelt down
behind her, spread the lips of her swollen sex. Very gently he placed his tong ue near her
cherry read clitoris and massaged it with his tongue. Aurel moaned then suddenly He
found himself slurping up her juice. After a little more oral , He stood up and massaged
his stiff cock. Aurel was so hot she was backing off the couch in an attempt to press into
David. He held her in place on the couch by resting his hands on her hips and holding her
steady.
David massaged the tip of his penis into Aurel's moist vagina and she began to hump
slightly. He bent his knees to allow for a better angle while Aurel humped into him. He
worked his member gently into her a little bit at a time. He always enjoyed building her
anticipation this way before actually mounting her and pressing himself firmly into his
mate.
He rocked his hips back and then rocked them forward aga in sliding his cock deep into
his bitch. Aurel's claws dug into the backrest of the couch and a moan of pleasure
escaped her. David could feel the muscles of her vagina contract around his cock as he
pulled back slowly, then reversed the motion and pressed it into her again. He felt his
heart racing and adrenaline rushing into his blood. Already he could feel his orgasm
building, as his breathing took on the rhythm of his pelvic motion.
He repeated these slow pelvic thrusts a few more times but then thought he heard
something out in the front yard. He stopped in mid thrust and remained planted deep in
his mate for a few seconds listening. Her vaginal muscles contracted down on him. It
must be a neighbor, he thought and dismissed it because Dante would be barking if a
stranger approached the house.
David resumed riding Aurel with a regular rocking motion of his hips and became lost in
the suction of her tight vagina. Then there was a slam of a door followed right upon by
Angela's voice calling out, "David, it's me, where are you?"
At that moment he could feel all the blood in his body rush to his face as Angela stepped
into the living room and looked straight at Aurel and himself compromised in a very
obvious mating display. The moment seemed like an eternity as Angela looked on in
confusion, starring, disbelieving the scene before her, then she went completely pa le.
David pulled himself away from Aurel and reached for his jeans. But before he could
look back up Angela's face had taken on the form of a demon scorned. She yelled, "you
sick, disgusting bastard!" hurled the house key at David and turned toward the door
without another word.
David shouted after her, "Wait, I can explain, please wait!"
Angela slammed the door behind her. David stumbled over his pants trying to run and
pull them on at the same time. Aurel yelped and jumped behind the couch.
David reached the door and pulled it open shouting, "Angela, it's not what you think!" He
didn't know what else to say.
His appeal was met by the sound of a car engine racing way too fast, belts whined and
gears ground as the transmission was forced into reverse. With the squeal of rubber on
cement, Angela little red Nissan two-door sedan shot backward out of the driveway,
turned, and with another squeal of rubber disappeared down the street leaving a blue
cloud to mark it's passing.
This was a nightmare, thought David, as he stood at the door zipping up his jeans. Fear
and embarrassment coursed through his brain.
* * *
David pulled a cartridge out of the box and snapped it into the clip. He figured that this
should be enough for the job but then decided to go ahead and fill the clip with all
fourteen rounds anyway. He really couldn't justify to himself why he would want to do
this, maybe he was trying to buy a little more time. His memories were unrelenting.
When the sheriff arrived, David was still trying to get in touch with Angela, but she
either hadn't gone home or she wasn't answering her telephone. Dante started barking and
then there was a knock at the front door. David rushed to the door hoping that Angela had
come back. Aurel barked once and David said, "hush darling, be good now, sit."
David opened the door to find a county sheriff standing there with a clipboard resting on
his well fed belly. Behind him David could see a white utility van with the county animal
control decal on the side. On the street right behind the van was a police patrol car with
its amber top-lights flashing.
"Mister Collin?" asked the sheriff, "are you Mister David Collin?"
"Yes sir, I am, what's up?" David replied, even though he knew exactly what was up.
"Mr. Collin, we have received a complaint issued by the Humane Society stating that
they have a witness who swears you were seen committing an act of bestiality with one
of your dogs," Said the sheriff, "bestiality is illegal in this state, did you know that, sir?"
David felt his blood chill, he didn't know what to say, he just looked at the sheriff waiting
for the rest of the bad news.
"Mr. Collin, although I'm not here to arrest you at this time, I've been instructed to aid the
Humane Society in transporting your animals to the county animal shelter where they
will be placed in impound and check ed for evidence of sexual abuse," said the sheriff.
"You can't do this, they're my dogs," David complained, "Who's saying these things
about me?"
"That will all come to light at the hearing. Right now I have to impound your animals so
that they can be examined," Replied the sheriff, "I'd appreciate your assistance loading
'em up, but I'll be leaving here with 'em one way or the other. Please don't try obstructing
me or you'll face more trouble than you already have, sir."
That's when hell opened up on earth for David Collin. H e had no choice bu t to let them
have their way and take his loved ones away. He cursed Angela and swore to himself
he'd find a way to get her for this!
David put Aurel on her leash and led her to the white utility van. The sheriff following at
his heels all along. "Good bye, darling, I hope it won't be too long before we get this
clea red up. Please be a good lady, okay," David said to his mate. Aurel licked David's
nose in farewell and whined as the door of the van kept her away from her human.
David was shaking with fear, anger, and worry over the fate of his beloved Aurel and his
friend Dante. Dante picked up on his humans fear and started barking and growling at the
sheriff. David begged him to calm down and to be good. But Dante was angry with this
man who was causing his human distress, so he continued to growl.
The sheriff became nervous at the sight of a 120 pound wolf looking dog snarling at him
so he readied his service revolver just in case.
"That wont be necessary," said David.
"What kind of dog is that? " asked the sheriff, "Look s like a wolf."
"He's part wolf," replied David, "Could you please step back, he's pretty riled up."
David approached the gate to Dante's run, saying, "Dante, be good! chill buddy!"
Dante stopped bar king but the rumble of a low growl continued. David readied the leash
and opened the gate. As he moved to slip the collar a round Dante's head, Dante cut loose
with a renewed fit of anger and lunged pa st David toward the sheriff!
"Dante! No! Stop!" shouted David.
But it was too late, the already nervous sheriff pulled his pistol and pointed it at the
charging beast!
David cried "No , please stop!" just as the first bullet tore into Dante's chest. Dante
recoiled with a yelp, then two more bullets tore into his abdomen as he was thrown back
from the impact of the first. With each bullet Dante got knocked back a little farther, he
fell to the ground kicking and twisting in agony as bright red foam oozed from a chest
wound and his nose.
The sheriff fired another round into Dante's skull. M uscle spasms buckled D ante's
bleeding body, he mouthed a whine but his punctured lungs had filled with blood so he
couldn't manage it.
David looked at the sheriff with hate filled eyes, " You fucking bastard! You killed my
mate - my friend! You stupid fat motherfucker!"
Dante stretched out as if reaching for David, then he was still; his body went limp. David
collapsed to the ground hugging his friends bloody form, but his friend was no longer
there.
The sheriff stood there with a shocked expression as he said, "I'm sorry, I really am sorry
mister, but he attacked me! They say never let a dog bite! I had no choice!"
* * *
Shaking, David continued to load the clip with cartridges. After pushing the last one in,
he snapped the clip back into the handgrip and pulled back the action and let it snap
forward popping a round into the chamber. David checked to make sure the safety hadn't
engaged and turned the pistol in his hand thinking one last time about what lead to this,
the end of his life.
The hearing was convened and it was determined that the dog in question had indeed
been inseminated by a human being. There was also evidence of dried human semen on
the fur near the dog's anus. A criminal trial was scheduled.
Angela testified against David at his trial, she absolutely despised him for what she had
witnessed. David was convicted of bestiality and put on the list of sexual offenders for
good measure. Many people were angry that he didn't get worse treatment than he did
and were concerned that he might try to abuse children, as well..
He was fined two thousand dollars, and sentenced to one year in jail, which was reduced to one year
probation because he was a first time offender. Also, a condition of probation, was that
David could not have any contact with animals during its term. Aurel was put to death by lethal injection on the grounds that due to her history, she would not be suitable for adoption. There was nothing David could do to save her.
David felt he had failed his lovers, Aurel and Dante, and they had been murdered for it.
His family and friends turned away from him and he had been expelled from the
university due to the nature of the charges against him. Effectively, all of his hope for the
future had been brought to naught. Time to let go.
* * *
David tilted his head back and pointed the pistol a t the roof of his mouth. H is finger
tightened down on the trigger as he considered the stars one last time. Suddenly there was
a noise and the rustle of bush to his left. Surprised, David turned his head in the direction
of the sound and lowered the gun. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a massive black
blur bounding toward him. With no time to react, the force of the impact knocked his
wind out and threw him to the ground.
The pistol discharged as it was knocked from David's grasp. The gunshot echoed off of
the lake, it's rumble sounded like thunder a sit broke the silence.
Something snarled as it pressed David's body to the ground. Whatever it was it was big!
David could feel and smell its hot, halitosis breath against his cheek, could feel the
pressure of fangs surround his neck, feel the hot sticky saliva dripping from the beasts
mouth as it held him immobile!
Although David had been ready to kill himself only moments before, he was now
consumed by a different kind of fear.
He could feel his heart racing, feel blood trying to pulse through the vanes in his neck a s each throb pressed tight against those fangs. Trembling uncontrollably, David broke into a sweat, the saltiness of it stung his eyes as he tried to see what was holding him down. He struggled to move out from under the
mass but it was useless, the thing was too big, too strong! He felt his strength drain away, the pressure on his neck depriving his brain of blood and oxygen.
.
As the world faded away David thought he heard the beast ask, in a snarling, almost
human voice, "do you really want to die?"
This story is not mine it belong to my lover in jail so I give him the credit to him