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Lau Miha Petit. And extra special thanks to [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/user/manymates/]Allison [/url]for their help with proof-reading.\n\nA story that's been boiling up in my brain for some time, inspired by a mix of the folklore I was raised with, and some I picked up. Don't treat the appearances here as accurate, more of a folklore porridge, or just inspired by.\n\nThere is a part two in the works, a direct continuation, but this was getting a little long as it was, and it seemed a good place to cut it.\n\nAlso, my first trans character. I did ask around for a little help to cover my ignorance, I have known all of two openly trans people in my life so didn't feel comfortable just going for it. For the record, trans rights are human rights. Your body is yours alone, no one should have a say in it except you. If I did shove my foot down my throat here then do let me know so I can ammend.\n\nAs always, I have a [url=https://ko-fi.com/guiltyworkshop]ko-fi[/url], if you feel I have earned a tip, and you can spare it. If you'd like a cameo of your own in future stories then shoot me a PM and we can talk it out.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "With special guest cameo from x45boy's special girl, Lau Miha Petit. And extra special thanks to Allison for their help with proof-reading.

A story that's been boiling up in my brain for some time, inspired by a mix of the folklore I was raised with, and some I picked up. Don't treat the appearances here as accurate, more of a folklore porridge, or just inspired by.

There is a part two in the works, a direct continuation, but this was getting a little long as it was, and it seemed a good place to cut it.

Also, my first trans character. I did ask around for a little help to cover my ignorance, I have known all of two openly trans people in my life so didn't feel comfortable just going for it. For the record, trans rights are human rights. Your body is yours alone, no one should have a say in it except you. If I did shove my foot down my throat here then do let me know so I can ammend.

As always, I have a ko-fi, if you feel I have earned a tip, and you can spare it. If you'd like a cameo of your own in future stories then shoot me a PM and we can talk it out.", "writing": "Atop a windy hill, beneath a blazing sun, against mottled grass, a dozen young bodies gathered. Some huffed from the long trek, others stared bored into the scenic distance, and a few held their polite interest a little longer, as the ram at the head of their troop reached down to pluck a rock from the earth.\n\n'[i]Clack[/i]'.\n\nWithout even thinking, he set it atop a pile of like stones, which rose to almost chest height in a rough and humble fashion, like something that had formed naturally over years of pilgrimages to add one loose pebble at a time.\n\n\"And would you look at that view, aye? See the whole valley from here,\" the strapping male took a deep breath, and beamed at the assembled gang of young beasts at his tail.\n\nMost tried to share their guide's enthusiasm, joining in at looking over the green and red landscape, with its rocky majesty, and the chaotic city that nestled in the deep trench between the rolling hills. Most, but not Sally May, who had no eye for nature's supposed splendour, but hadn't let her brown gaze wander from the athletic ovine she'd been straggling behind.\n\nOstensibly, the red deer doe was in the old country to study, to see the world, to broaden her horizons and, blah, blah, blah. When her parents had signed her up to the sister city study program, she'd cared about two things; that they wouldn't be able to keep an eye on her, and that she could find herself some hot foreign stud to make college, or \"[i]University[/i]\" as the old world called it, not as dry as high school had been.\n\nAnd so far, the orientation was providing her a fine example of the kind of masculine meat the sleepy backwater no-where had to offer.\n\nWhen her two housemates (a perk of the sister city program, she and the two other girls from her state had a whole house to themselves), had told her there was a hike as part of the tour, she'd originally had all the enthusiasm of an eagle presented with a plate of spinach. But when Lau Petit, a spotty blond mutt she'd be spending the rest of the year with, had said a hot boy was leading it, she'd changed her tune faster than she'd swapped her knickers for something lacy, just in case.\n\n\"Um, uh, Mr Branigan...\" quavered Sally's second housemate, a nervous blue jay with a flighty flitter to her, Dorothy something or whatever.\n\n\"Sam's fine, Ms Clips,\" and he shot her a smile and wink that had Sally jealous in a heartbeat, certain the bird was already muscling in on '[i]Her[/i]' man.\n\nDorothy blushed and shuffled a claw, playing with her fluffy breast as she pulled herself back together. \"Oh, right, um, Sam. So... what's that?\"\n\nThe student representative looked down at the stone mound as if he'd only just realised it was there, blinking his slot eyes before turning that dazzling grin back on them.\n\n\"Oh, this is the cairn. Been here as long as folk have walked this trail, most hills have one.\"\n\nSally rolled her eyes, she knew what it was, obviously, she'd seen one at a national park once. \"Yeah, we like, have them at home you know?\" She gave the jay an exasperated look, \"they like, show where the highest point is.\"\n\nThe chastised girl stuttered and dropped her gaze, suitably humiliated, while the strong ram nodded along.\n\n\"Aye, they do that. Though my nan used to say they're there to keep the goblins trapped in the underground.\" He smiled, at her, and that was enough to make Sally miss everything he'd said after agreeing with her.\n\nOne of the boys in the party wrinkled his snout in confusion, \"Goblins? Like, little green things from fantasy games?\"\n\n\"It just used to mean any monster or beastie that lived under the bed,\" Sam chuckled, waving off the misunderstanding, \"nan used to say that the old kings drove them all down into the hills and into the caves, trapping them there beneath the rocks to hunt the living no more.\" His tone had sunk low and fey, a story-tellers twang slipping in, till his joviality returned with another laugh. \"'Course she also used ta chuck salt over her shoulder to scare 'em off should she break a plate. So we all just put a stone on the pile to keep her happy, eh?\"\n\n'[i]You can throw me over your shoulder any time[/i],’ the doe bit her lip to stop the words coming out. But the whole hike back down, she watched the broad shoulders of their guide, and imagined what else might be large about him.\n\n***\n\n\"I can't believe they want us to live in this dump!\"\n\nSally May was not happy. Not only did the '[i]House[/i]' they were given not have air conditioning, it only had basic internet, and no premium television. When she heard she'd be staying in a house from the old country, she was expecting something a little grander than what she thought she'd have seen in some boring period drama, with its thatch roof, and old creaky door with iron hinges.\n\n\"It's like, a tradition, or something. Did you see the weird squiggles by the door and stuff?\" The blond and brown bitch, Lau, said, prowling about the long cottage and poking the various antiquated decorations, before flopping on a hideously upholstered sofa. \"Oh wow, this is like, really comfy though, I'm definitely gonna take it for a ride later.\"\n\nShe rolled and bounced her hips suggestively, winking at the red doe, who wrinkled her face with a protest of '[i]Eww[/i]'.\n\n\"Oh like you're any better,\" the provocative dog continued, readjusting the multiple holsters of her six perked breasts. \"I saw you, drooling all over that sheep boy. Like, not even subtle.\"\n\n\"So?\" Sally waved away the accusation, \"you can't blame a girl. You saw that body. There's no way I'm not getting some of that.\"\n\nAnd Sally May knew she would. Why shouldn't she? She knew she looked amazing, with shapely hips into thin legs, a trim waist rising into a perfectly bleached white belly, and her rack may not have had the total mass that the canine did, but the deer's twin breasts were easily worth at least two apiece of Lau's, and the blue jay had nothing but fluff to show for herself. No, Sally knew that of the three girls, with their advantage of exotic charm, she was the obvious best pick.\n\nPerhaps something else she would have known, if she'd cared to listen when given a key to the quiet house, was that it was indeed very old, and very traditional. Before it was given to the town, who gave it to the university, it had been a midwife's home, and before then a shepherd's, and even further back, when the forest was closer, they’d been a cottage there. The last owner had entrusted it to be a shelter for young women and girls who might fall prey to the wickedness in the world, and below.\n\nBut strange marks and history did not interest Sally May, only her desire, and her plan to achieve it. Already she'd signed up to the student hiking club, which she knew a certain male led, and promised that before winter break, she'd have her ram.\n\n***\n\n\"I'm having so much trouble with professor Wittinger's class, her accent is so hard. I wish someone could help me with my notes~.\"\n\n'[i]Clack[/i]'.\n\n\"Aye I ken that,\" Sam chuckled, dusting his fingers off and looking over the valley, \"She's from the isles. But there's a tutor program available, I'll DM you the details.\"\n\n***\n\n\"It's really hard to find fun stuff in town, I wish someone could show me around~.\"\n\n'[i]Clack[/i]'.\n\n\"Hmm? Oh there's loads o' clubs down at the union, you should sign up to a few to show you the place.\"\n\n***\n\n\"So I was thinking, maybe we could talk some more, you know, over drinks, tonight~?\"\n\n'[i]Clack[/i]'.\n\n\"Sorry, I've got to help a friend out tonight. But Jasper and Mark are always up for a drink and gab, you should ask them.\"\n\n***\n\nAnd so it went, week after week, month after month, trudging along at his side, pushing past the other sweating young bodies, doing all she could to show her obvious charm. But still, the ram would not take her hinting. She must have walked up and down each and every one of those boring, filthy, mud and bracken coated hills, and still he paid more attention to his stacks of stones than he did her.\n\n\"AAAAGH!\" She screamed into her pillow, filthy, tired and sore after yet another failed attempt.\n\n\"Aww, poor Sal,\" cooed a smug voice from beside the door.\n\n\"Fuck. Off. Lau,\" growled the furious deer, looking up to see both her housemates, the bitch and the bird as she called them, drawn by her shouting.\n\nDorothy flinched, hiding behind the unflappable mutt, who rolled her mismatched eyes and shrugged. She'd grown tired of the deer and her dramatics, her refusal to take a hint or accept help, and the way she expected money to make everyone forget her tantrums. Conversely, Lau and Dorothy had settled and adjusted, accepting things were different and sometimes difficult, but finding their own ways to enjoy what they had.\n\n\"You know, you could just, like, ask him to bone you,\" she suggested, not entirely unkindly, knowing how bad a need could go in a hormonal body.\n\n\"Or if he likes you,\" mumbled the jay, quiet enough that only the dog could hear, not so kind after being the favoured target of Sally's most sour moods.\n\nThe response was a pillow flying at the pair. It, like much else in the room, had been sent to her specially from home, ordered in to make her stay in the horrid little house tolerable.\n\n\"I don't see you doing better, skank!\"\n\nLau ducked as the overpriced casing exploded against the wall, laughing to herself as she wrapped a paw around the bird to stop her running away from their housemate's humiliation. \"Oh I'm getting plenty of D. Like, every night. You're just so busy scheming you don't notice. It's amazing what a little honesty does for your sex life.\"\n\nGrinding her teeth, the doe pushed herself off the bed, the face of anger ruined slightly by the wince from a hike induced cramp. \"You know what, fine! I'll just ask him. Now fuck off you sluts!\"\n\nOh yes she'd ask him. She was done playing. Sally May would make sure everything was right, that there would be no reason to turn her down, and then she'd pounce, and have her way. She'd promised herself this, she was owed. Come winter break, she would have a boyfriend, and be able to say she was a woman, and not a silly girl, anymore.\n\n***\n\n'[i]Clack[/i]'.\n\nThis was it, the moment. Sally May had made sure everything was perfect. Not just her already perfect self, with an extra stick of deodorant for the hike, and perfume on top, and fresh trimmed nails and hooves, and re-bleached belly fur and dyed top coat, but also the night she had planned. She had tickets to a small show that a trusted source promised Sam would like. She had a dinner booked, and a taxi, so they wouldn't have to keep walking everywhere, and could maybe have a drink, or three. And of course she'd planned for after. The dingy house had been re-decorated, despite her two pestilential housemates’ complaints, and a disciplinary meeting from the dean, so he'd be impressed by how people from a real country lived, with standards. She'd smugly told Lau and Dorothy not to expect her back till late, and then not to be surprised if they heard strange noises from her room, all, night, long.\n\nUnfortunately, as she only shared one activity with him, she’d had to climb yet another windy hill, but with the tracks getting wetter, and the weather colder, it was practically just her and him remaining. So as her self-selected boyfriend-to-be finished playing with his rocks, arranging them so they balanced just right, she licked her lips, and coughed to get his attention.\n\n\"Um, Sam~,\" she drew out his name, cute as a fawn, running a finger in little circles over the bare wool of his shoulder. \"I've had such a good time with you, coming on these hikes, learning all about your country and everything~.\" She laid it on as thick as she could, fluttering a perfectly curled eyelash, posing with one hoof slightly behind the other as if she were a blushing bride at the altar.\n\nSam had turned, his charming grin fading from his muzzle, a brow lowering over his yellow eyes while his hand tried to brush off her wandering touch. \"Thanks,\" he said, sounding uncharacteristically shy, \"I had fun showing you all the sights too.\"\n\n\"I mean,\" Sally May continued, pressing forward before the confused male could retreat, imagining what that thick curly coat would be like across her skin. \"I've had so much fun, but I'd love to get to know '[i]You[/i]' better. Maybe, you and me, we could, have dinner tonight. Like a, date~?\"\n\nAs the last word left her mouth he sighed, and sagged, and turned to face her proper with a sombre look. \"Listen, I think ye' took a wrong turn.\"\n\nThe doe's jaw dropped, and her hoof stopped moving, as his tone and accent shifted, losing its cheery cadence.\n\n\"I've been trying to let ya down gently, but. The thing is, Sally... I'm gay.\" A pit formed in her stomach, \"with a boyfriend,\" and down into it she tumbled.\n\nShe didn't hear anything else after that. Just stared slack jawed as he apologised and wished her luck, leaving her to follow the trail back down on her own time. The red doe stood there in disbelief, with only the wind, the grass, and the pile of stones for company. And then she tore the quiet asunder.\n\n\"FUUUCK! YOUUUUU!\" She screamed, full of black rage. All that planning, all that sweet-talking, all that pointless, fucking, hiking! Sally May rounded on the stupid little pile of stones, and began tossing and kicking them all aside, cursing and baying her frustrations all the while. Her dream crumbled, her scheme shattered, her plans for the night, and her future, wasted.\n\n\"WHY. DOESN'T. ANYONE. JUST. GIVE. ME. WHAT. I. WANT?! IT'S. NOT. FAIR!\"\n\nHer rampage continued until every rock had been scattered, till nothing but a patch of bare earth remained. Then, aching, her nails ruined, her hooves bruised, she started to trudge back down the hill towards the old house, sobbing, blaming the world. Not aware that the world was listening.\n\nBut once her anger had cooled, and the early dark of winter crept in, she felt a prickle on the back of her neck, a rising tension of ancient prey instincts. Of course it couldn't be, Sally May was simply upset and on edge. But still…\n\nLooking back up the hill, was that a shadow she'd seen darting across the path? Maybe a wild animal, did they still have feral wolves in the old world? Were those eyes, green and glinting, or just wet leaves in the last of the evening light?\n\nWhatever the answer, soon her sullen steps had turned to a trot, and then a gallop, racing down the mud-slicked path, quickly convinced that behind her at every turn were coursing shapes, keeping pace, their breath huffing in the wind, their claws pounding the dirt, stalking and driving her, as the old wolves of the night had her ancestors. In her fevered mind, a horn blew, a cruel laugh chased and nipped at her heels, just like the many teeth she was sure had come to snag her skirt and blouse. The bramble and hawthorn conspired to drag her back, halt her for the snarling hounds, tangling and tearing, and turning her perfect form into that of a ragged animal.\n\nTill at last safety, the quiet house in the middle of no-where, its door new and pristine. Her key scraped and jittered across the lip of the lock, till at last it slid inside and unbarred her escape. Out of breath and out of her wits, Sally May stumbled across the threshold, slamming shut the way just as a flash of green streaked before her eyes.\n\nAlone at last, she settled, and caught her breath.\n\nIt had been her bad mood, and the stress, and the poorness of the light, that was all. No wolves, or hounds, or mocking cries. So said, she wiped her hooves, and trotted into the living room, where she again stood lock still in horror.\n\n\"Oh shit!\" There, half naked on the old paisley couch, her housemates were wrapped around each other, the gold and brown dog straddling the lap of the blue bird, and the red doe's eye couldn't help but wander, to find the feathered girl was sporting something more than a female often did. \"You're a-!\"\n\nChirping in fright, Dorothy flapped around and wrapped her blue wing-arms over where she was slit deep inside of Lau's mottled spade, stopping the pouting girl in her continued bouncing. \"A girl! I'm a chick!\" She protested, despite the evidence to the contrary, as her partner put a paw on her crest feathers and shushed her into silence.\n\n\"But you've got a-\" Sally May pressed, her earlier fright washed away in the shock of seeing her countrywomen mid-mating on the sofa.\n\n\"She's a girl,\" Lau said emphatically, giving the bird a peck on the beak, as the transgender woman mumbled how she'd hoped Sally wouldn't find out. \"Just a girl with a very, big, pretty, clit. Surprise. Told you I was getting plenty of D-orothy.\" She giggled, wriggling happily on her temporary paramour, \"Shouldn't you be out tying up that boy or something?\"\n\nStill shaking, though from the shock and discovery instead of the lingering dread, she managed to growl, and turn on her heel. \"He doesn't want me,\" she spat, the sting returning anew.\n\n\"Awww, now there's a shock,\" the canid giggled some more, carefully sliding off of Dorothy and helping her cover up again. \"Looks like he took you for a ride first, a bit of mud wrestling maybe?\"\n\nThe doe would have thrown something, her blood hot, if a knock had not come on the door.\n\n[i]'Knock, Knock, Knock'.[/i]\n\nThree times, and hard enough to be heard throughout the house. It summoned the dog to her paws, as she tucked her breasts away, only for the red doe to leap between, the memory of her fear creeping in again, with an imagined howl of wolves.\n\n\"Don't open it!\"\n\nThe other girl rolled her two-toned eyes, \"Chill out, it's just the pizza we ordered,\" and pushed Sally aside, advancing on the shiny new door, which swung open weightlessly at a touch.\n\nBut it wasn't a delivery driver, bearing greasy bread. An animal on all fours, tall as a man's shoulder, at once sleek and powerful, a shape that shifted with the wind rolling in its thick fur. It had a name that leapt to mind, dredged from deep recesses. [i]Hound[/i]. It grinned, displaying a wall of ivory, green eyes like spearheads bearing a cruel intellect.\n\n\"Hunted well have we,\" rolled a voice that came not from the maw, but some space behind where it occupied, sweet and high, yet still growling and beastly, \"hunted over hill,\" it stepped across the threshold, something it had never once done in all the years the house had stood. But the old witch marks were gone, painted over just a week ago, their protection wasted.\n\n\"Hunted over bog,\" came a second, just as proud and gleeful, following the lead beast to pad and circle the three speechless girls.\n\n\"Hunted over stream,\" the third and final spoke, now dominating the small space, seeming both impossibly large, and bewitchingly graceful. Their coats were forest green, and dirty amber, platted and braided like a young girl’s hair, woven with branch and feather. Their features shifted from the softness of people, to the savagery of beasts, both and neither at once. They sat unwell in the mind, something that did not fit, or belong, yet was missing for so long.\n\n\"Wh-What is happening?\" Dorothy stammered, jumping from the sofa to hide behind her friend with benefits, leaving Sally alone and frozen with fear, nostrils flaring with a scent that made buried memories scream.\n\n\"We hunted a deer,\" the first barked, his tongue lolling as he leant in close, tasting the cervine with a long lap that went from chin to nose. “Though her heart tastes rancid.”\n\n\"We found a mutt,\" the second added, a broad shoulder rubbing across Lau's side, marking her with the scent of sap and musk. “Ripe and lusty, a welcome treat.”\n\n\"And a hen as well,\" the third chuckled, leaning in to press his mighty snout to the unprotected rump of the blue jay, huffing humid breath under her skirt. “Lost and fearful, ready to be led astray.”\n\nAnd with that the lead beast bowled the startled doe onto her back, swiftly pinning her between his paws. Her legs flailed as fangs descended, the breath of death rolling from between the flashing teeth, which tore her top to shreds, leaving white breasts heaving beneath his inscrutable eyes.\n\n\"No, no please, don't!\" She screamed, wriggling and bucking, \"I don't want to die! I don't deserve this! What did I ever do to you!?\"\n\nLaughing louder around a mouth full of shirt, the muddy green dog pressed a claw to the hem of her skirt, and tugged. \"Three times were you warned.\"\n\n\"And three times you ignored,\" the second now had his jaw pressed into the Lau’s tits, who stood firm but let him play, recognising the lengthy rod she glimpsed between his hind quarters, never a dog to turn down a free bone.\n\n\"Now three times three you reap your reward,\" the third sniggered, nipping Dorothy's tail feathers, dragging her back on all fours till he had the space to bury a snout beneath.\n\nDisbelieving, Sally stared at the hefty length of red which hovered above her body, its dripping tip mocking the sexy underway she'd picked out for the ram she'd intended to be her first. It was twice as thick as her wrist, vivid and unreal, seeming to shimmer like a mirage. She could feel the heat radiating across her belly and sex, and the smell. Like rotten wood and marshy ground, fallen leaves and fresh meat, it filled her head, and brought thoughts that were not her own, flashes of moorlands and peat bogs. The pointed tip swung and bent, and dug into the flimsy fabric, stretching it tight, driving it rough and dry into virgin lips, till all at once there was a rip, and a squeal.\n\n\"You were told what lay beneath the stones.\"\n\nThe head dug deep, squeezing labia that had only passed fingers or pencils before, spreading and stretching wide, a blunt intrusion that made her womanhood weep. It worked and squirmed like a root through earth, squeezes a squeak and tear from the virgin doe. Till virgin no more, his 'ram' breached her core, and glided through, stealing her breath.\n\n\"Given iron and rowan to guard your sil.\"\n\nIn and further in, she felt her chest clench, mouth open in a silent scream, the pain brief, but the shock eternal. Untouched nerves sparked freshly, heralding the arrival of the girthy beast, prowling her chambers with hungry intent.\n\n\"And witches mark to hold us still.\"\n\nIt was fire in her loins, both in stinging pain, but also searing pleasure. Back and forth, faster and harder now he had the measure, the beast rutted her, his haunches pumping and his cock drilling. She moaned, unable to fight, unable to flee, she froze and took him like her life depended on it.\n\n\"All torn up and tossed. In hopes a boy would hear your moans.\"\n\nThe other two were equally busy, enjoying their catch and the ironic twist of fate. The mutt was pressed onto the sofa, where she let the otherworldly hound mount her. Lau moaned happily, tongue lolling, content to take the massive cock if that was all the large dog wanted. Her heels rested on haunches, fingers curled into fur, as a contender for the largest shaft of her life made her insides turn to putty. \"I knew it was your fault! You, stupid, horny, bitch!\" She howled between thrusts, squeezing the monster of the monster in her arms, \"Should've, just, asked, to get, laid~!\"\n\nDorothy twittered, as her assailant made free to lap at her cloacal slit, her rump soaked in thick strands of spit. Her clit hung out, twitching with each dip, as the broad tongue made her chirp and cheep without a care for her incongruous state. \"W-what do they, want with us? Eeep-!\" She gasped, all questions silenced as a heavy chest pressed into her back, and a burning rod slid against her moistened vent, squeezing her length aside for the beast's own intent.\n\nEyes squeezed shut, cunt forced agape, lungs pressed fit to burst, Sally May was lost and unable to answer. The first fuck of her life, the first touch of a male's shaft, and it had left her speechless. Never how she would have imagined, the feral cock with its fat head and jutting tip slipped and squirted through her clenching hole. So full that a vacuum formed every time the terrible hound withdrew even a fraction. Every push squeezed air out in undignified puffs, and every pull came with a squeak of suction. And all the while, as she bit her tongue and prayed for mercy, she still thought to herself 'Why me? What did I do to deserve this?'.\n\n\"What do we want, little prey?\" Cooed the third one first, now near the hilt inside Dorothy's tail, and fucking her with a paradoxically tender pace. \"Why, to give you what you needed.\"\n\nThe bird sang, mounted like a dog, her wing-arms outstretched and shaking with the effort to stay upright. Oh how impossibly, ‘[i]Good[/i]’, it felt. That lance plunging effortlessly, the lapping having left her unresisting and physically willing, even if in mental shock. The viridian hound took her without a care for her appearance or physical sex. He fucked her with confidence and no comment save his jibing laughs, leaving her no option but to take it, to feel her body peel open, and breathe in the earthy stench of musk and trees. Still there was a fear, especially as she felt a knock at her rear.\n\n'[i]Plap[/i]'.\n\nThe second spoke even with his mouth full of tongue, locked muzzle to muzzle with Lau on the couch. \"Give you what you crave,\" he added, the pace far faster with the experienced bitch, who pushed back just as keen.\n\nLau Petite was in a sinful heaven, thighs wide so she could hook the hound and hold him close. The beastie's cock split her folds, sopping wet as she was, filling the slick crease with heat and liquor. Her breasts bounced wildly, the six of them making delicious friction with his furred belly. This was the intense sex she desired, raw, exotic and full of vigour, better than any of the toys littering her room. There was only one thing that could make the moment better, and if her well-trained senses were right, the knock at her spade would bring just that.\n\n'[i]Plap[/i]'.\n\n\"And give you,\" the lead hound glared into Sally May's eyes, a terrible visage of twisted judgement, a cold and ancient hate, \"what you wanted.\"\n\nSally May saw the future in that accusing look, the eternal night, the endless tunnels below, the roots and dark secrets under the earth. The reckoning for her hubris, her arrogance, and pettiness. She opened her mouth to beg forgiveness, to promise repentance, to purchase lenience, anything she could think of to stop this endless thrusting of the animal inside her. But before she could form a single word, there came the knock.\n\n'[i]Plap[/i]'.\n\nThe knot, knocking at her folds, [i]'plap,' 'plap,' 'plap.[/i]' Getting larger and more eager with every smack of wet red meat on blushing lips. It pulsed and swelled with menace, no mercy in sight. Would he do it? Could she handle it? Was this really all just because of a couple of rocks!? The question was answered swift enough, as the other two were receiving theirs in stereo.\n\nDorothy broke out in tears as the thick bulb squeezed inside her tight butt, slotting home with a meaty '[i]smack[/i]'. She sang and saw stars, her wings gave out, her breast pressed down, her orgasm sprayed carpet, as a thick tide rolled in. It was nothing like what she'd imagined, and even with the strain, and the terror, and the strangeness, she felt intense accomplishment in having taken a male beneath her tail, and climaxed with him as a woman.\n\n\"Well done, little hen,\" were the mocking words, that made her feel so complete.\n\nLau, a veteran of knotting, pressed and squished her puffy cunny all the harder on the bulge tapping at it. \"Give me what I, Ah~! Crave, right big guy?\" She crooned and gasped, feeling the delicious spread of a canine dick prying open her spaded sex. \"You know, what I always wanted, right? You gonna give it to me?\" She almost begged, pouting, as the beast of myth didn't use words to answer, but the fat '[i]Thud[/i]' of bulb sinking into her vestibule. She knew, by the twitching of the cock, and the burning of the balls on her buttock, that he was going to give her exactly what she was after.\n\nSally listened to the dog howl, and the bird cheep, and knew that that was the price she was about to pay. The red doe felt every vein and bump as it slid, every centimetre crush, till finally it became too much, and her nethers gave way with a pop, accepting something they were never designed to take. The whole world seemed to stand still, her mind not comprehending, the feeling too massive to put to words. The beast, the dog, the fairy hound, sat solidly inside, pulsing, growing, straining. It was hot, it was tight, it made everything ache, with a tickle from the tip, touching one last place. And then it came. Inside her womb. It flooded her chamber, painting it, bathing it, swirling through and claimed the last part unviolated. The pressure inside mounted, her stomach stretched, her belly inflated, a swelling lump growing round and taut. More, more, and more, the load surged up her channel, broke open her cervix, swam down her tubes. Sally May could well imagine it, the picture in her mind, her dreams of her first night. But now it wasn't a handsome boy, a strapping sheep, it was the snarling hound, his green eyes leering, and his seed seeking. They chased and stalked, and lurched like a pack, hunting their quarry, her eggs freshly shed, and descended with ravenous intent. One, Two, Three. She felt each ovum break, the devilish sperm biting, and burrowing, and gnawing inside. With impossible surety she knew, she'd just been bred.\n\nFor awhile all that could be heard was huffing and panting and moaning, the balls of the beasts still gushing, their knots still stretching. Then finally the sobbing deer, recovered from climax, found breath to beg again.\n\n\"So that's it, right? I've learned my lesson, I won't, touch a rock, ever again.\" Her voice, small and defeated, was met with laughter.\n\n\"Your ears are full of clay. Three times three, did we not say? This is your first, your wish become curse, all for want of a roll in the hay.\"\n\nLau rolled her eyes, still pressed into the cushions, the heavy hound flopped atop her. \"Okay, so, what? Round two? Because I'm game for like, ten!\"\n\nAll three fairy dogs laughed and barked, in agreement that they liked the lusty bitch.\n\n\"Oh we'll have another tussle, but next it's to our master's table. A feast you will be, the milk of a maid, the eggs of a hen, and a fine breeding bitch for the stable.\"\n\n\"W-wait, e-e-eggs!?\" Dorothy squawked, cheeks blushing as red as her rump. \"B-but I'm not a... I mean, I'm a-\"\n\nA heavy lick to the back of the neck shut her beak.\n\n\"We know what you are, smell it deep in your heart. Flesh and form won’t mean much where we are headed, you’ll see.\"\n\nAs one the hunters lifted and turned, their knots still locked inside their prey. They shook out their coats, and down poured the long braids and plats, which tangled and tied themselves like vines around each girls limbs. Restrained and bound to either a belly or back, a shaft within, and cords without, there was nothing they could do as the beasts quit the old house.\n\nThree great shapes loped across the fields, coursed through the bracken, and climbed the hill. For a brief moment, someone looking up at the summit might have seen them, silhouetted against a half moon, canine bodies, with squirming backs, till one by one they jumped, and vanished, falling down an invisible pit. Down, the fairy well.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Atop a windy hill, beneath a blazing sun, against mottled grass, a dozen young bodies gathered. Some huffed from the long trek, others stared bored into the scenic distance, and a few held their polite interest a little longer, as the ram at the head of their troop reached down to pluck a rock from the earth.

'Clack'.

Without even thinking, he set it atop a pile of like stones, which rose to almost chest height in a rough and humble fashion, like something that had formed naturally over years of pilgrimages to add one loose pebble at a time.

"And would you look at that view, aye? See the whole valley from here," the strapping male took a deep breath, and beamed at the assembled gang of young beasts at his tail.

Most tried to share their guide's enthusiasm, joining in at looking over the green and red landscape, with its rocky majesty, and the chaotic city that nestled in the deep trench between the rolling hills. Most, but not Sally May, who had no eye for nature's supposed splendour, but hadn't let her brown gaze wander from the athletic ovine she'd been straggling behind.

Ostensibly, the red deer doe was in the old country to study, to see the world, to broaden her horizons and, blah, blah, blah. When her parents had signed her up to the sister city study program, she'd cared about two things; that they wouldn't be able to keep an eye on her, and that she could find herself some hot foreign stud to make college, or "University" as the old world called it, not as dry as high school had been.

And so far, the orientation was providing her a fine example of the kind of masculine meat the sleepy backwater no-where had to offer.

When her two housemates (a perk of the sister city program, she and the two other girls from her state had a whole house to themselves), had told her there was a hike as part of the tour, she'd originally had all the enthusiasm of an eagle presented with a plate of spinach. But when Lau Petit, a spotty blond mutt she'd be spending the rest of the year with, had said a hot boy was leading it, she'd changed her tune faster than she'd swapped her knickers for something lacy, just in case.

"Um, uh, Mr Branigan..." quavered Sally's second housemate, a nervous blue jay with a flighty flitter to her, Dorothy something or whatever.

"Sam's fine, Ms Clips," and he shot her a smile and wink that had Sally jealous in a heartbeat, certain the bird was already muscling in on 'Her' man.

Dorothy blushed and shuffled a claw, playing with her fluffy breast as she pulled herself back together. "Oh, right, um, Sam. So... what's that?"

The student representative looked down at the stone mound as if he'd only just realised it was there, blinking his slot eyes before turning that dazzling grin back on them.

"Oh, this is the cairn. Been here as long as folk have walked this trail, most hills have one."

Sally rolled her eyes, she knew what it was, obviously, she'd seen one at a national park once. "Yeah, we like, have them at home you know?" She gave the jay an exasperated look, "they like, show where the highest point is."

The chastised girl stuttered and dropped her gaze, suitably humiliated, while the strong ram nodded along.

"Aye, they do that. Though my nan used to say they're there to keep the goblins trapped in the underground." He smiled, at her, and that was enough to make Sally miss everything he'd said after agreeing with her.

One of the boys in the party wrinkled his snout in confusion, "Goblins? Like, little green things from fantasy games?"

"It just used to mean any monster or beastie that lived under the bed," Sam chuckled, waving off the misunderstanding, "nan used to say that the old kings drove them all down into the hills and into the caves, trapping them there beneath the rocks to hunt the living no more." His tone had sunk low and fey, a story-tellers twang slipping in, till his joviality returned with another laugh. "'Course she also used ta chuck salt over her shoulder to scare 'em off should she break a plate. So we all just put a stone on the pile to keep her happy, eh?"

'You can throw me over your shoulder any time,’ the doe bit her lip to stop the words coming out. But the whole hike back down, she watched the broad shoulders of their guide, and imagined what else might be large about him.

***

"I can't believe they want us to live in this dump!"

Sally May was not happy. Not only did the 'House' they were given not have air conditioning, it only had basic internet, and no premium television. When she heard she'd be staying in a house from the old country, she was expecting something a little grander than what she thought she'd have seen in some boring period drama, with its thatch roof, and old creaky door with iron hinges.

"It's like, a tradition, or something. Did you see the weird squiggles by the door and stuff?" The blond and brown bitch, Lau, said, prowling about the long cottage and poking the various antiquated decorations, before flopping on a hideously upholstered sofa. "Oh wow, this is like, really comfy though, I'm definitely gonna take it for a ride later."

She rolled and bounced her hips suggestively, winking at the red doe, who wrinkled her face with a protest of 'Eww'.

"Oh like you're any better," the provocative dog continued, readjusting the multiple holsters of her six perked breasts. "I saw you, drooling all over that sheep boy. Like, not even subtle."

"So?" Sally waved away the accusation, "you can't blame a girl. You saw that body. There's no way I'm not getting some of that."

And Sally May knew she would. Why shouldn't she? She knew she looked amazing, with shapely hips into thin legs, a trim waist rising into a perfectly bleached white belly, and her rack may not have had the total mass that the canine did, but the deer's twin breasts were easily worth at least two apiece of Lau's, and the blue jay had nothing but fluff to show for herself. No, Sally knew that of the three girls, with their advantage of exotic charm, she was the obvious best pick.

Perhaps something else she would have known, if she'd cared to listen when given a key to the quiet house, was that it was indeed very old, and very traditional. Before it was given to the town, who gave it to the university, it had been a midwife's home, and before then a shepherd's, and even further back, when the forest was closer, they’d been a cottage there. The last owner had entrusted it to be a shelter for young women and girls who might fall prey to the wickedness in the world, and below.

But strange marks and history did not interest Sally May, only her desire, and her plan to achieve it. Already she'd signed up to the student hiking club, which she knew a certain male led, and promised that before winter break, she'd have her ram.

***

"I'm having so much trouble with professor Wittinger's class, her accent is so hard. I wish someone could help me with my notes~."

'Clack'.

"Aye I ken that," Sam chuckled, dusting his fingers off and looking over the valley, "She's from the isles. But there's a tutor program available, I'll DM you the details."

***

"It's really hard to find fun stuff in town, I wish someone could show me around~."

'Clack'.

"Hmm? Oh there's loads o' clubs down at the union, you should sign up to a few to show you the place."

***

"So I was thinking, maybe we could talk some more, you know, over drinks, tonight~?"

'Clack'.

"Sorry, I've got to help a friend out tonight. But Jasper and Mark are always up for a drink and gab, you should ask them."

***

And so it went, week after week, month after month, trudging along at his side, pushing past the other sweating young bodies, doing all she could to show her obvious charm. But still, the ram would not take her hinting. She must have walked up and down each and every one of those boring, filthy, mud and bracken coated hills, and still he paid more attention to his stacks of stones than he did her.

"AAAAGH!" She screamed into her pillow, filthy, tired and sore after yet another failed attempt.

"Aww, poor Sal," cooed a smug voice from beside the door.

"Fuck. Off. Lau," growled the furious deer, looking up to see both her housemates, the bitch and the bird as she called them, drawn by her shouting.

Dorothy flinched, hiding behind the unflappable mutt, who rolled her mismatched eyes and shrugged. She'd grown tired of the deer and her dramatics, her refusal to take a hint or accept help, and the way she expected money to make everyone forget her tantrums. Conversely, Lau and Dorothy had settled and adjusted, accepting things were different and sometimes difficult, but finding their own ways to enjoy what they had.

"You know, you could just, like, ask him to bone you," she suggested, not entirely unkindly, knowing how bad a need could go in a hormonal body.

"Or if he likes you," mumbled the jay, quiet enough that only the dog could hear, not so kind after being the favoured target of Sally's most sour moods.

The response was a pillow flying at the pair. It, like much else in the room, had been sent to her specially from home, ordered in to make her stay in the horrid little house tolerable.

"I don't see you doing better, skank!"

Lau ducked as the overpriced casing exploded against the wall, laughing to herself as she wrapped a paw around the bird to stop her running away from their housemate's humiliation. "Oh I'm getting plenty of D. Like, every night. You're just so busy scheming you don't notice. It's amazing what a little honesty does for your sex life."

Grinding her teeth, the doe pushed herself off the bed, the face of anger ruined slightly by the wince from a hike induced cramp. "You know what, fine! I'll just ask him. Now fuck off you sluts!"

Oh yes she'd ask him. She was done playing. Sally May would make sure everything was right, that there would be no reason to turn her down, and then she'd pounce, and have her way. She'd promised herself this, she was owed. Come winter break, she would have a boyfriend, and be able to say she was a woman, and not a silly girl, anymore.

***

'Clack'.

This was it, the moment. Sally May had made sure everything was perfect. Not just her already perfect self, with an extra stick of deodorant for the hike, and perfume on top, and fresh trimmed nails and hooves, and re-bleached belly fur and dyed top coat, but also the night she had planned. She had tickets to a small show that a trusted source promised Sam would like. She had a dinner booked, and a taxi, so they wouldn't have to keep walking everywhere, and could maybe have a drink, or three. And of course she'd planned for after. The dingy house had been re-decorated, despite her two pestilential housemates’ complaints, and a disciplinary meeting from the dean, so he'd be impressed by how people from a real country lived, with standards. She'd smugly told Lau and Dorothy not to expect her back till late, and then not to be surprised if they heard strange noises from her room, all, night, long.

Unfortunately, as she only shared one activity with him, she’d had to climb yet another windy hill, but with the tracks getting wetter, and the weather colder, it was practically just her and him remaining. So as her self-selected boyfriend-to-be finished playing with his rocks, arranging them so they balanced just right, she licked her lips, and coughed to get his attention.

"Um, Sam~," she drew out his name, cute as a fawn, running a finger in little circles over the bare wool of his shoulder. "I've had such a good time with you, coming on these hikes, learning all about your country and everything~." She laid it on as thick as she could, fluttering a perfectly curled eyelash, posing with one hoof slightly behind the other as if she were a blushing bride at the altar.

Sam had turned, his charming grin fading from his muzzle, a brow lowering over his yellow eyes while his hand tried to brush off her wandering touch. "Thanks," he said, sounding uncharacteristically shy, "I had fun showing you all the sights too."

"I mean," Sally May continued, pressing forward before the confused male could retreat, imagining what that thick curly coat would be like across her skin. "I've had so much fun, but I'd love to get to know 'You' better. Maybe, you and me, we could, have dinner tonight. Like a, date~?"

As the last word left her mouth he sighed, and sagged, and turned to face her proper with a sombre look. "Listen, I think ye' took a wrong turn."

The doe's jaw dropped, and her hoof stopped moving, as his tone and accent shifted, losing its cheery cadence.

"I've been trying to let ya down gently, but. The thing is, Sally... I'm gay." A pit formed in her stomach, "with a boyfriend," and down into it she tumbled.

She didn't hear anything else after that. Just stared slack jawed as he apologised and wished her luck, leaving her to follow the trail back down on her own time. The red doe stood there in disbelief, with only the wind, the grass, and the pile of stones for company. And then she tore the quiet asunder.

"FUUUCK! YOUUUUU!" She screamed, full of black rage. All that planning, all that sweet-talking, all that pointless, fucking, hiking! Sally May rounded on the stupid little pile of stones, and began tossing and kicking them all aside, cursing and baying her frustrations all the while. Her dream crumbled, her scheme shattered, her plans for the night, and her future, wasted.

"WHY. DOESN'T. ANYONE. JUST. GIVE. ME. WHAT. I. WANT?! IT'S. NOT. FAIR!"

Her rampage continued until every rock had been scattered, till nothing but a patch of bare earth remained. Then, aching, her nails ruined, her hooves bruised, she started to trudge back down the hill towards the old house, sobbing, blaming the world. Not aware that the world was listening.

But once her anger had cooled, and the early dark of winter crept in, she felt a prickle on the back of her neck, a rising tension of ancient prey instincts. Of course it couldn't be, Sally May was simply upset and on edge. But still…

Looking back up the hill, was that a shadow she'd seen darting across the path? Maybe a wild animal, did they still have feral wolves in the old world? Were those eyes, green and glinting, or just wet leaves in the last of the evening light?

Whatever the answer, soon her sullen steps had turned to a trot, and then a gallop, racing down the mud-slicked path, quickly convinced that behind her at every turn were coursing shapes, keeping pace, their breath huffing in the wind, their claws pounding the dirt, stalking and driving her, as the old wolves of the night had her ancestors. In her fevered mind, a horn blew, a cruel laugh chased and nipped at her heels, just like the many teeth she was sure had come to snag her skirt and blouse. The bramble and hawthorn conspired to drag her back, halt her for the snarling hounds, tangling and tearing, and turning her perfect form into that of a ragged animal.

Till at last safety, the quiet house in the middle of no-where, its door new and pristine. Her key scraped and jittered across the lip of the lock, till at last it slid inside and unbarred her escape. Out of breath and out of her wits, Sally May stumbled across the threshold, slamming shut the way just as a flash of green streaked before her eyes.

Alone at last, she settled, and caught her breath.

It had been her bad mood, and the stress, and the poorness of the light, that was all. No wolves, or hounds, or mocking cries. So said, she wiped her hooves, and trotted into the living room, where she again stood lock still in horror.

"Oh shit!" There, half naked on the old paisley couch, her housemates were wrapped around each other, the gold and brown dog straddling the lap of the blue bird, and the red doe's eye couldn't help but wander, to find the feathered girl was sporting something more than a female often did. "You're a-!"

Chirping in fright, Dorothy flapped around and wrapped her blue wing-arms over where she was slit deep inside of Lau's mottled spade, stopping the pouting girl in her continued bouncing. "A girl! I'm a chick!" She protested, despite the evidence to the contrary, as her partner put a paw on her crest feathers and shushed her into silence.

"But you've got a-" Sally May pressed, her earlier fright washed away in the shock of seeing her countrywomen mid-mating on the sofa.

"She's a girl," Lau said emphatically, giving the bird a peck on the beak, as the transgender woman mumbled how she'd hoped Sally wouldn't find out. "Just a girl with a very, big, pretty, clit. Surprise. Told you I was getting plenty of D-orothy." She giggled, wriggling happily on her temporary paramour, "Shouldn't you be out tying up that boy or something?"

Still shaking, though from the shock and discovery instead of the lingering dread, she managed to growl, and turn on her heel. "He doesn't want me," she spat, the sting returning anew.

"Awww, now there's a shock," the canid giggled some more, carefully sliding off of Dorothy and helping her cover up again. "Looks like he took you for a ride first, a bit of mud wrestling maybe?"

The doe would have thrown something, her blood hot, if a knock had not come on the door.

'Knock, Knock, Knock'.

Three times, and hard enough to be heard throughout the house. It summoned the dog to her paws, as she tucked her breasts away, only for the red doe to leap between, the memory of her fear creeping in again, with an imagined howl of wolves.

"Don't open it!"

The other girl rolled her two-toned eyes, "Chill out, it's just the pizza we ordered," and pushed Sally aside, advancing on the shiny new door, which swung open weightlessly at a touch.

But it wasn't a delivery driver, bearing greasy bread. An animal on all fours, tall as a man's shoulder, at once sleek and powerful, a shape that shifted with the wind rolling in its thick fur. It had a name that leapt to mind, dredged from deep recesses. Hound. It grinned, displaying a wall of ivory, green eyes like spearheads bearing a cruel intellect.

"Hunted well have we," rolled a voice that came not from the maw, but some space behind where it occupied, sweet and high, yet still growling and beastly, "hunted over hill," it stepped across the threshold, something it had never once done in all the years the house had stood. But the old witch marks were gone, painted over just a week ago, their protection wasted.

"Hunted over bog," came a second, just as proud and gleeful, following the lead beast to pad and circle the three speechless girls.

"Hunted over stream," the third and final spoke, now dominating the small space, seeming both impossibly large, and bewitchingly graceful. Their coats were forest green, and dirty amber, platted and braided like a young girl’s hair, woven with branch and feather. Their features shifted from the softness of people, to the savagery of beasts, both and neither at once. They sat unwell in the mind, something that did not fit, or belong, yet was missing for so long.

"Wh-What is happening?" Dorothy stammered, jumping from the sofa to hide behind her friend with benefits, leaving Sally alone and frozen with fear, nostrils flaring with a scent that made buried memories scream.

"We hunted a deer," the first barked, his tongue lolling as he leant in close, tasting the cervine with a long lap that went from chin to nose. “Though her heart tastes rancid.”

"We found a mutt," the second added, a broad shoulder rubbing across Lau's side, marking her with the scent of sap and musk. “Ripe and lusty, a welcome treat.”

"And a hen as well," the third chuckled, leaning in to press his mighty snout to the unprotected rump of the blue jay, huffing humid breath under her skirt. “Lost and fearful, ready to be led astray.”

And with that the lead beast bowled the startled doe onto her back, swiftly pinning her between his paws. Her legs flailed as fangs descended, the breath of death rolling from between the flashing teeth, which tore her top to shreds, leaving white breasts heaving beneath his inscrutable eyes.

"No, no please, don't!" She screamed, wriggling and bucking, "I don't want to die! I don't deserve this! What did I ever do to you!?"

Laughing louder around a mouth full of shirt, the muddy green dog pressed a claw to the hem of her skirt, and tugged. "Three times were you warned."

"And three times you ignored," the second now had his jaw pressed into the Lau’s tits, who stood firm but let him play, recognising the lengthy rod she glimpsed between his hind quarters, never a dog to turn down a free bone.

"Now three times three you reap your reward," the third sniggered, nipping Dorothy's tail feathers, dragging her back on all fours till he had the space to bury a snout beneath.

Disbelieving, Sally stared at the hefty length of red which hovered above her body, its dripping tip mocking the sexy underway she'd picked out for the ram she'd intended to be her first. It was twice as thick as her wrist, vivid and unreal, seeming to shimmer like a mirage. She could feel the heat radiating across her belly and sex, and the smell. Like rotten wood and marshy ground, fallen leaves and fresh meat, it filled her head, and brought thoughts that were not her own, flashes of moorlands and peat bogs. The pointed tip swung and bent, and dug into the flimsy fabric, stretching it tight, driving it rough and dry into virgin lips, till all at once there was a rip, and a squeal.

"You were told what lay beneath the stones."

The head dug deep, squeezing labia that had only passed fingers or pencils before, spreading and stretching wide, a blunt intrusion that made her womanhood weep. It worked and squirmed like a root through earth, squeezes a squeak and tear from the virgin doe. Till virgin no more, his 'ram' breached her core, and glided through, stealing her breath.

"Given iron and rowan to guard your sil."

In and further in, she felt her chest clench, mouth open in a silent scream, the pain brief, but the shock eternal. Untouched nerves sparked freshly, heralding the arrival of the girthy beast, prowling her chambers with hungry intent.

"And witches mark to hold us still."

It was fire in her loins, both in stinging pain, but also searing pleasure. Back and forth, faster and harder now he had the measure, the beast rutted her, his haunches pumping and his cock drilling. She moaned, unable to fight, unable to flee, she froze and took him like her life depended on it.

"All torn up and tossed. In hopes a boy would hear your moans."

The other two were equally busy, enjoying their catch and the ironic twist of fate. The mutt was pressed onto the sofa, where she let the otherworldly hound mount her. Lau moaned happily, tongue lolling, content to take the massive cock if that was all the large dog wanted. Her heels rested on haunches, fingers curled into fur, as a contender for the largest shaft of her life made her insides turn to putty. "I knew it was your fault! You, stupid, horny, bitch!" She howled between thrusts, squeezing the monster of the monster in her arms, "Should've, just, asked, to get, laid~!"

Dorothy twittered, as her assailant made free to lap at her cloacal slit, her rump soaked in thick strands of spit. Her clit hung out, twitching with each dip, as the broad tongue made her chirp and cheep without a care for her incongruous state. "W-what do they, want with us? Eeep-!" She gasped, all questions silenced as a heavy chest pressed into her back, and a burning rod slid against her moistened vent, squeezing her length aside for the beast's own intent.

Eyes squeezed shut, cunt forced agape, lungs pressed fit to burst, Sally May was lost and unable to answer. The first fuck of her life, the first touch of a male's shaft, and it had left her speechless. Never how she would have imagined, the feral cock with its fat head and jutting tip slipped and squirted through her clenching hole. So full that a vacuum formed every time the terrible hound withdrew even a fraction. Every push squeezed air out in undignified puffs, and every pull came with a squeak of suction. And all the while, as she bit her tongue and prayed for mercy, she still thought to herself 'Why me? What did I do to deserve this?'.

"What do we want, little prey?" Cooed the third one first, now near the hilt inside Dorothy's tail, and fucking her with a paradoxically tender pace. "Why, to give you what you needed."

The bird sang, mounted like a dog, her wing-arms outstretched and shaking with the effort to stay upright. Oh how impossibly, ‘Good’, it felt. That lance plunging effortlessly, the lapping having left her unresisting and physically willing, even if in mental shock. The viridian hound took her without a care for her appearance or physical sex. He fucked her with confidence and no comment save his jibing laughs, leaving her no option but to take it, to feel her body peel open, and breathe in the earthy stench of musk and trees. Still there was a fear, especially as she felt a knock at her rear.

'Plap'.

The second spoke even with his mouth full of tongue, locked muzzle to muzzle with Lau on the couch. "Give you what you crave," he added, the pace far faster with the experienced bitch, who pushed back just as keen.

Lau Petite was in a sinful heaven, thighs wide so she could hook the hound and hold him close. The beastie's cock split her folds, sopping wet as she was, filling the slick crease with heat and liquor. Her breasts bounced wildly, the six of them making delicious friction with his furred belly. This was the intense sex she desired, raw, exotic and full of vigour, better than any of the toys littering her room. There was only one thing that could make the moment better, and if her well-trained senses were right, the knock at her spade would bring just that.

'Plap'.

"And give you," the lead hound glared into Sally May's eyes, a terrible visage of twisted judgement, a cold and ancient hate, "what you wanted."

Sally May saw the future in that accusing look, the eternal night, the endless tunnels below, the roots and dark secrets under the earth. The reckoning for her hubris, her arrogance, and pettiness. She opened her mouth to beg forgiveness, to promise repentance, to purchase lenience, anything she could think of to stop this endless thrusting of the animal inside her. But before she could form a single word, there came the knock.

'Plap'.

The knot, knocking at her folds, 'plap,' 'plap,' 'plap.' Getting larger and more eager with every smack of wet red meat on blushing lips. It pulsed and swelled with menace, no mercy in sight. Would he do it? Could she handle it? Was this really all just because of a couple of rocks!? The question was answered swift enough, as the other two were receiving theirs in stereo.

Dorothy broke out in tears as the thick bulb squeezed inside her tight butt, slotting home with a meaty 'smack'. She sang and saw stars, her wings gave out, her breast pressed down, her orgasm sprayed carpet, as a thick tide rolled in. It was nothing like what she'd imagined, and even with the strain, and the terror, and the strangeness, she felt intense accomplishment in having taken a male beneath her tail, and climaxed with him as a woman.

"Well done, little hen," were the mocking words, that made her feel so complete.

Lau, a veteran of knotting, pressed and squished her puffy cunny all the harder on the bulge tapping at it. "Give me what I, Ah~! Crave, right big guy?" She crooned and gasped, feeling the delicious spread of a canine dick prying open her spaded sex. "You know, what I always wanted, right? You gonna give it to me?" She almost begged, pouting, as the beast of myth didn't use words to answer, but the fat 'Thud' of bulb sinking into her vestibule. She knew, by the twitching of the cock, and the burning of the balls on her buttock, that he was going to give her exactly what she was after.

Sally listened to the dog howl, and the bird cheep, and knew that that was the price she was about to pay. The red doe felt every vein and bump as it slid, every centimetre crush, till finally it became too much, and her nethers gave way with a pop, accepting something they were never designed to take. The whole world seemed to stand still, her mind not comprehending, the feeling too massive to put to words. The beast, the dog, the fairy hound, sat solidly inside, pulsing, growing, straining. It was hot, it was tight, it made everything ache, with a tickle from the tip, touching one last place. And then it came. Inside her womb. It flooded her chamber, painting it, bathing it, swirling through and claimed the last part unviolated. The pressure inside mounted, her stomach stretched, her belly inflated, a swelling lump growing round and taut. More, more, and more, the load surged up her channel, broke open her cervix, swam down her tubes. Sally May could well imagine it, the picture in her mind, her dreams of her first night. But now it wasn't a handsome boy, a strapping sheep, it was the snarling hound, his green eyes leering, and his seed seeking. They chased and stalked, and lurched like a pack, hunting their quarry, her eggs freshly shed, and descended with ravenous intent. One, Two, Three. She felt each ovum break, the devilish sperm biting, and burrowing, and gnawing inside. With impossible surety she knew, she'd just been bred.

For awhile all that could be heard was huffing and panting and moaning, the balls of the beasts still gushing, their knots still stretching. Then finally the sobbing deer, recovered from climax, found breath to beg again.

"So that's it, right? I've learned my lesson, I won't, touch a rock, ever again." Her voice, small and defeated, was met with laughter.

"Your ears are full of clay. Three times three, did we not say? This is your first, your wish become curse, all for want of a roll in the hay."

Lau rolled her eyes,  still pressed into the cushions, the heavy hound flopped atop her. "Okay, so, what? Round two? Because I'm game for like, ten!"

All three fairy dogs laughed and barked, in agreement that they liked the lusty bitch.

"Oh we'll have another tussle, but next it's to our master's table. A feast you will be, the milk of a maid, the eggs of a hen, and a fine breeding bitch for the stable."

"W-wait, e-e-eggs!?" Dorothy squawked, cheeks blushing as red as her rump. "B-but I'm not a... I mean, I'm a-"

A heavy lick to the back of the neck shut her beak.

"We know what you are, smell it deep in your heart. Flesh and form won’t mean much where we are headed, you’ll see."

As one the hunters lifted and turned, their knots still locked inside their prey. They shook out their coats, and down poured the long braids and plats, which tangled and tied themselves like vines around each girls limbs. Restrained and bound to either a belly or back, a shaft within, and cords without, there was nothing they could do as the beasts quit the old house.

Three great shapes loped across the fields, coursed through the bracken, and climbed the hill. For a brief moment, someone looking up at the summit might have seen them, silhouetted against a half moon, canine bodies, with squirming backs, till one by one they jumped, and vanished, falling down an invisible pit. Down, the fairy well.", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Folklore Faux Pas", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "2", "views": "75" }