Chapter 1: Shay's sins, lust and sloth
Shay Feral's: My Little Slice of Hell
Shay was a Siberian Husky, and she was a beauty. She was twenty two and didn't look a day over nineteen. She had the frame to make the boy's blue, tall, large chest with the right curves from her head to her toes. Her pure arctic- white fur sparkled and glistened like snow in the moon light, she was a sight to behold.
Though she had a brilliant, soft and caring personality to go along with her exterior beauty, she had a flaw... The sin of lust.
It was a late night at Shay's apartment, it was a cool night, a beautiful night under the full moon light and Shay was 'entertaining' a small group of stallions whom she had met earlier on the streets. Stepping out of her apartment panting like a black dog in the summer heat, Shay turns to her guests before shutting the door behind her. "I'm just cooling off boy's, I'll be back in a few minutes." she said to the team of stallions.
It was her sixth gang bang of the evening, and she still had a little bit left in the tank. Her body craved the pleasure she received, and she never denied that craving. Ever since she was a teenager, she couldn't deny her thirst for sex, Shay was a nymphomanic and there was no denying that, nor did she. leaning against the railing of her top floor apartment in the middle of the city she looked down at the scenery below her. The lights of the buildings far and wide, the passing of cars and the cool air brushing through her fur.
She knew she was a lucky dog in life and thanked god for all that she had been given, and the fact that she had never caught any STD's in her life. She lowered her head as she continued to cool herself, feeling a little bit of left over juice run down her muzzle, and licked it up with glee. This night was probably one of her best nights yet, fulfilling a need... Spreading the love... So to speak
One of the stallions opened the sliding glass door to her banister and wrapped his arms around her. "It's been fun Shay, but we got to run. We've got a fire downtown..." he said licking her ear, he quickly turned and ran, picking up his pants along the way.
Shay turned and watched the stallion's softening cock sway as he sprinted away, she smiled with content, but the smiles never lasts. Walking back inside she decided to sit on her love seat, laying across it and sighing with great content, feeling the afterglow of the stallions inside her sloshing about. She couldn't be any happier...
It wasn't long before her hormonal high would subside, sending her into a self hateing depressive state. All the memories of every man and woman she had slept with haunted her, every fuck, every suck, every lick, hump, swallow, gang bang and prostitution act flooded her head with vivid detail. She gripped her hair and gritted her teeth, trying to pound out the memories of her past. Out of the corner of her eye she seen her childhood rapist standing in the corner of her living room. To her he looked cocky, like he knew that she was going to become a nympho later in life. "Fuck you!!! Fuck you!!!" she screamed, the scream was so loud and intense that she gave herself a sore throat.
Shay quickly turned and grabbed a vase and flung it with all her might. What would have been a direct hit just passed through him, imagination was getting the best of her. She stewed in her self hate, the after glow that gave her that 'full' filling that she so longly desired made her feel dirty and used. After calming down she stood up and went to bed, she managed to make it through the night, but lord only knows how much more she could take before she couldn't take anymore
The next morning was dreary, cold and damp, just like how Shay felt. Her memories were still haunting her as she strolled down the street, pleasantly waving and smiling at her friends and those admiring her like she had nothing to hide. Rounding the corner of 35th street and Grant Avenue she noticed a scared little ol lady parked against the curb across the street. Her car had a flat and she was quite scared. Sufferage City, West Virginia was not a kind place to be...
Shay waited for the crosswalk light to allow passage and approached the frail lady. She smiled gently and stood next to the lady. "May I help you?" she asked.
The little old lady smiled in relief. "Thank you so much for stopping miss, I have a flat tire and I can't seem to get these things off the wheel." she said trying to pry on the lug nuts.
Shay stepped in for her and grabbed the lug wrench "I'll handle it." she said softly, gripping the lug wrench tightly and with a big huff she pried hard, a creek and a crack then a snap and the lug nut broke free of it's rusty bond. Shay went to the trunk to fetch the spare, she popped the trunk of the old lady's car, but was surprised to find that there was no tire in the back. Peeking from the side of the deck lid. "Ma'am... There ain't a tire in here." she said with her pleasant souther drawl.
The lady seem surprised, she remembered that the car had a spare, but she forgot when her late husband bought a tire for the car. "Oh, I'm so sorry dear... I must have forgot to purchase one." she said.
But Shay just smiled, they were just about five blocks from a tire shop. She was sure they had what the lady needed. "Don't worry ma'am, there's a tire shop just a few blocks up from here. I'll take the tire and have a new one placed on the rim." she said lifting the dirty old tire onto her shoulder.
Shay asked the little old lady to walk inside the café near by and relax while she took the tire to the shop. This wasn't a big task for Shay, she did have some stallion blood running through her veins. Which she sometimes blamed for her extreame attraction for stallions and their... Beautiful, larger than life... Ummm... heh... sorry back to the story...
About an hour later, Shay returned with the tire. She didn't bother to tell the lady since she seemed like she was striking up an amusing conversation with a young man from the suburbs. She returned the jack to it's lifting position and place the new tire on the car, installing new lug nuts as well. After setting the car back down on the ground, she sat next to it, watching the cars go by without even thinking of looking... At anything other than Shay's bust...
Shay patted herself down a little bit, knocking off the loose dirt and dust from the dirty tire and waited for the lady to come out. It didn't take long, the lady was worried about Shay and decided to walk outside to see if she had come back. She gave Shay a big hug when she noticed the new tire on the car. "Thank you so much young lady." She says as she digs into her purse.
"You are very welcome ma'am, this world needs more people who are willing to get dirty to help others in need.." Shay replied. The old lady grabbed Shay's hand and places a bill in her hand.
Shay opens her hand to see what the lady has given her, and it was a crisp $100 bill. She smiled, but she didn't want her money. "I don't want this, your gratitude was payment enough." Said Shay
But the lady insisted that Shay accept her money. "Don't worry about it, I'm retired, you deserve it..." The lady giggles a little. "You never know, you might find yourself in a jam someday."
Shay puts the money away in the crevice of her cleavage and helped the old lady into her car. She watched as the old lady fired up her old classic and drove away. Shay looked into cleavage and looked at the bill sticking up, just staring her in the eyes when Shay's body began to feel the thirst. She looked up and over towards the corner of Spaniel and Dane, spotting two hookers up the way a little, and was feeling the mood for some three way lesbian action.
Shay began to size them up a little bit, a 5'11" Blonde haired vixen, a firm rack and a round ass. "Looks very edible." she said to herself licking her lips. And the other hooker, a 6' even shaggy mouse. She was pretty, and Shay quickly thought of the double-ender. Before you know it, Shay had the hookers at her apartment. She was again glistening as she licked away on the Vixen hooker, molesting her tail hole in the process.
The other prostitute was below Shay with a double ender, they were having a barrel of fun. Screams of passion could be heard three floors down as the thuds from the headboard got louder and faster. After all was said and done, Shay paid the girls, gave them a kiss and sent them on their way. Shay's thirst again satisfied and walked out onto her banister, she sat down on one of her outdoor chairs and undone her robe to let her girls feel the chill of the cold night air.
Again she slowly slipped into a self hating rage, she hated herself for not being able to fight the urge to fuck. The memories of her stepfather still entering her mind, all the begging she had to do, all the men she was forced to sleep with, even forced to bare a child for a sick pedofile by her stepfather. Her childhood was fucked up, she knew it. And she let it ruin her adulthood as well.
Inside her room she looked for things to kill herself with, shuffeling through drawers and shelves, looking for the right tool to get the job done. Her rage of hate towards herself got her thinking to kill herself the way she lived, in the bed and taking a large object every night.... She thought she would rape herself to death with her thor dildo, you know, force it so deep that it tears something and bleed to death, but as she was trying to dig it out of the closet, her rage subsided and calmed down.
Eventually Ms. Feral fell asleep, in the nude like she normally does. But the night was far from over, outside someone was looking to get in. Her door swung open, and in stepped a blue and grey wolf. He took a quick glance at her apartment, checking to see if she were alone. The wolf sneaked into Shay's room, he could smell her previous sex party still lingering in the air. It quickly aroused him, making himself feel his hunger. He slowly pulled the thin blanket off of Shay's still nude body. This was going to be his easiest rape, he could feel it.
The wolf disrobed himself and crawled onto the bed, the movement of the bed from the extra person disturbed Shay and woke her up. "Wha?" she moaned, rubbing her eyes and focusing on the shadowy figure in front of her.
The wolf pinned Shay to the bed and covered her mouth with his left hand. He wrapped his other hand around her throat and gripped tightly, but just enough to barely restrict her air flow. "Hello Shay, you don't remember me... But you've never fucked me either!" he growled. "You know that saying, a slut will fuck everyone but a bitch will fuck every but you!" he commented with a twisted grin.
Shay struggled a litle to push him off, and the wolf slapped her silly and pushed her back down on the bed. Shay was never much for physical force against another human being, although she had the strength to escape. "I've had enough of sitting back and watching you strut by, taking other guys in and fucking them, and never even looking my way... I loved you and I've always wanted to show, so now I'll show it by force. So just shut up, relax and we'll both have a good time..." he commanded.
Shay didn't put up much of a fight as the wolf moved his hand from her throat to her chest, grabbing one of her breasts and began to firmly squeeze and tweak her. "Mmmm, your breasts are so firm, so large, I love them... I'm really going to enjoy watching them bounce around in your mirror as I fuck the hell out of you!" he murred.
Shay lied still, try to resist losing control of her hormones. Once her attacker felt comfortable that she wouldn't scream, he moved his other hand to her other tit and really dug into her chest. Like a kid in a toy store, the wolf was having his way with her. Licking and sucking on her breasts, his hands moving down her stomach and onto her crotch.
Shay looked to her attacker, it was like one of her favorite role play's where she would have a friend sneak in and pretend to rape her. But she knew this was for real, and it just made her blood hotter and hotter.
The wolf continued downwards on Shay, he forced her legs open and began to rub her sex. The wolf repositioned himself below her, slipping a finger into her vagina with ease. Shay's vagina was burning up, a clear sign she was giving into it. "The perfect victim" he thought to himself. "I will make you beg for my cock!" he said as he began to molest her.
Shay moaned and groaned, fighting with every bit she had in her to hold back. But it was not working, each time the wolf pressed into her drew her closer to lust. The wolf forced her legs into the air, and pressed another finger into her ass.
"Oh gawd!!!" Shay moaned, the guy was pressing all the right buttons and it was really bothering Shay. The wolf leaned over her, still fingering both her holes and pretty violently too, he pressed his other hand back onto her chest, violently groping her, feeling her up, and pressing those buttons. "I want to hear it, let me hear how much you want my cock!" he yelled.
Shay only responded with muffled moans, she was losing her grip. "Please stop!" she begged. But that wasn't what the wolf wanted to hear, he took another finger and slipped it into her rectum.
"C'mon whore, I want to hear you cry for my cock! I want to her you pout with passion!" those words, so demanding.
Suddenly.... Shay caved, with every ounce of her hormonal outburst, she cried for a good fucking. Her attacker flicked on a light, he was very confident that she wouldn't have the never to call the cops after her show. Standing at the foot of her bed, erect and standing, he called her over. "C'mon girl, come over here and suck my cock."
Shay instantly followed his order, and she got up like a horny school girl on all fours and made her way to him. Just as she was about to slide her lips over his cock, he pulled away. "You gotta work for it!" he said, backing away from her bed.
Shay crawled on to the floor and chased after attacker on all fours, trying to catch him. Eventually he felt that she wanted it bad enough and stopped. Shay caught up with him and slipped her lips onto the head of his cock. "That's right, you wanted it bad enough to chase after it."
An hour goes by and finally with a forceful final slam into Shay's rectum, the wolf spits his seed into her, ending what was probably one of Shay's worst acts of self control.
The wolf dismounts her and Shay gives him a big hug and a big kiss. "Come back again, master." she said. The wolf left with a big smile on his face, he planned on coming back, and very often. He loved how that girl performed...
Again, after Shay's hormones subsided she began to realize what she had done, and what had been done to her. She was ashamed and felt used, she always thought she would love this feeling, but with the lack of a lover... It just wasn't what she was expecting.
Shay felt dirty, so horrible like she was the devil incarnated. Jack, the old green bunny man reaper appeared in her room and sat next to her. Slowly her suicidal thoughts returned. "Shay, you're a worhtless slut, no one loves you. Your just a peice of meat, easy meat. The only reason why anyone likes you is because you give it up so easy, you even beg for it most of the time." she says to herself in the mirror.
She looked down at her crotch and seen her own fluids still dripping out. "These legs of yours would spread for anyone who wanted any, you have no standards. Cock or no cock, you'll take it... Large or small, you'll take it and love it. You've fucked most of your county... You've sucked even more... And lets not forget that team of stallions you had the night before... Damn... You had three cocks larger than baseball bats in all your holes and you demanded them to be rough. And you jerked off the other two while the other three fucked your brains out!"
Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing, Shay was beating the shit out of herself. He watched as she went to her closet and dragged out a small black case... Inside she pulled out an old relic that her dad left her. A classic Desert Eagle, a big boy gun.
She loaded one round into the clip, "thats all that would be needed" she said to herself.
Jack sat there in sadness, he's going to have to escort her to hell. "Don't do it Shay, your going to regret it."
Shay sat on her bed, still looking into her mirror. "And you loved it when your step daddy raped you, oh wait... It wasn't rape, you cant rape the willing... You begged him to fuck you, you begged to suck his cock. You begged for it... fucking whore!" and with those final words to herself. She cocked the slide of her gun, inserted it into her mouth.
She chuckled to herself... "If this was a cock, you would be sucking it right now!" she thought to herself as she pulled the trigger, the gun sent a bullet into her skull and out the other side. Her body fell limp on the floor... Blood, brains and brain juice litter the back side of her bed as blood pours from her body.
But Shay still finds herself sitting on her bed, gun in hand... She heard it go off, but she's still here. "What the fuck?" she said to herself.
Jack sighed and put his hand on Shay's shoulder. "You are dead Ms. Feral... It's time to go."