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Thul Pa Ch. 01

By: Smother



My trip through Tibet had been great. One day I wandered into a market in Nyalam in the southwest near the border. The food, the clothing, all of it seemed so surreal - a palpable energy flowed through the streets. There was something about this particular place that grabbed me. I bought some sweet tea and wandered around somewhat aimlessly and found myself at a jeweller's stall fishing through the various pieces on the table. "Are you looking for anything special," I heard from a smiling woman standing across from me. "Not really," I said, "I just like to browse." Here I was, near the base of the Himalayas, speaking with a Tibetan woman who sounded like she spoke better English than me. That surreal feeling just kept evolving.

"I think I know exactly what you are looking for," she said as she reached into a box on her side of the table. "You are looking for fulfillment." With that she handed me a darkened silver medallion about four inches in diameter with an inlay of a few highly-polished local stones surrounding an engraving of what looked like a swirling mass in the middle of the piece. The backside of the pendant was covered by sheared lambskin. "This ornament," she said, "was made by an artisan who lived on a mountain slope in the next valley." It was magical. The detail put into the swirl on the front of the disk almost looked like it would move if you held it up to the wind.

As I examined the design, following the lines and swirls with my thumbs, I noticed that I was also slowly rubbing the short, soft hairs with my fingers. It was mesmerizing and I had to have it. I did by best at bargaining, which probably was not the best anyone else could have done, and slipped my purchase into my backpack.

A few days later I decided to take the railway back to Liuwu Village. I was following the contours of the stones of the amulet while reading when I heard to door to my compartment open. The blind was drawn and I could not see who was holding the satchel that was peaking through the opening but I heard a woman's voice speaking to the conductor who had checked my ticket at the last stop. In between the clacking of the rails I could only make out what he was saying. "Yes" he said to the woman several times with a touch of formality in his voice. "Yes" and "No thank you, I have had enough to eat" were about the extent of what I could speak of the language without having to think too hard. I continued to read my book since I did not want to be found staring at whomever came through the door.

My attention was so focused on my book that I did not hear the latch click closed as the woman entered the cabin. It was only when she sat across from me that I realized she had finished her conversation in the hall and come inside. I looked up at her as she was settling into her chair. "Hello," she said in Tibetan. "Hello," I managed to say without sounding like someone who had only learned that word two weeks ago.

Her eyes were spellbinding; ice-blue yet very serene. I would not have expected to see that colour in the eyes of a Tibetan woman. And her smile was muted giving her a quiet and unassuming confidence. I tried not to hold my gaze too long so I pretended to go back to reading. Leaning my elbow on the armrest by the window I was able to raise the book just enough to take in the rest of her whenever I reached the top of a page. Her brown leather boots were well-worn but not ragged, and her khakis made me think that she was a very practical woman more interested in taking in life for herself than sitting behind a desk. 

What started my mind racing from the moment she sat down, however, was her jacket. She was wearing the thickest Tibetan lamb bolero that I had ever seen. The white, curly fur swayed ever so slowly as she moved. I watched her arms as she reached into her bag. It seemed to take forever for the fur to catch up to the movements of her body, and when it finally did it was like a cloud had bumped into a dandelion that had gone to seed, bumping against the weight of its own puffiness. She pulled a book from her beige satchel and began to read. As she moved her bookmark to her lap she caught my gaze and smiled. I went back to staring at the pages of my book, unable to concentrate on the words I was looking at.

My penis began to swell, slowly moving through the folds of my underwear. All I could think of was burying myself in this woman's stunning fur. I looked out the window at the passing landscape in the hopes of occupying my mind with other thoughts and hoping that my erection wouldn't be too obvious. It didn't work. While my eyes took in the mountains in the distance I felt my cock filling my pants even more. If I could only get up and walk to the cafŽ car I could masturbate in the washroom and be able to survive the rest of the train ride without a raging hard-on. I didn't move. I didn't want to move and leave her for one second.

For about twenty minutes I sat watching the farms race past the train window, the ache in my pants was almost unbearable. I could feel the pre-cum beginning to seep from the end of my cock and soak my boxers. I was imagining my cabinmate and me back in my hotel room, finding each other in the darkened room, sucking each other, filling each other. My penis tightened and began to tingle. I looked across the compartment to see those ice-blue eyes staring back at me, and was greeted by a smile that knew more than it was telling. She didn't look away and neither did I. I was captivated and couldn't stop staring at those eyes that seemed to drag me into them. My penis twitched again. It was then that I felt something else moving in my crotch.

I looked down to see a slow swirling motion around the mound that was my hard-on. Something white moved about on the floor between my feet and hers. I couldn't believe my eyes. Following what appeared to be white strands leading up under the cuffs of my jeans, I traced them across the deck, up the front of her seat only to discover they originated in the sleeves of her bolero. Her fabulously thick bolero was noticeably longer and the ends of her sleeves had sealed over, and long locks were pouring out from where her fingers had been. I gasped as the swirling increased, and looked over at her. She sighed a very contented sigh and continued to smile at me, imperceptibly licking her lips.

I put my hands on the armrests and tried to push myself off of my seat. A new and plusher set of tendrils came forth from her ever-fluffier fur and encircled my hands and then my arms. No matter where I tried to move, my hands were redirected back to the armrests by the furry funnels that enveloped my arms. I looked over at the door and then at my captor. She looked at the door then back at me, paused, and slowly shook her head. Without understanding what she had said to the conductor I understood what her conversation with him had been about - "Do not disturb." In an effortless motion, the pouring white mass of fur undid my belt, slid my jeans and underwear off and shuffled them into a corner. Two new funnels of undulating white softness began to consume my feet and quickly worked their way straight to my dripping, pulsating dick.

I gasped again. The feeling was unbelievable and made it impossible to think clearly. "Relax," she said. "Give in to me." She was now just a head amongst a huge white sea of fur. The waves of hair crashed into each other and lapped at my body, raising me off my seat and surrounding me right up to my neck. Our cabin was filled from floor to ceiling with her fur and the gentle swishing noise it made as it flopped about the berth. I was lifted from my chair and suspended a few feet above the floor, cupped by an enormous fluffy hand. I glanced down at my crotch. The fuzziness that had mounded itself around my penis parted to show my purple cock angled towards my belly. A second fluffy hand formed and draped itself over my waiting penis and began to slowly and steadily jerk me off in time with the clacking of the rails. I was pouring out pre-cum but the white throng of fur kept wicking it away, leaving nothing but heavenly soft fibres to slide up and down my dry, taut shaft.

I needed to cum so badly. Masturbating at home like this, I would have ejaculated a long time ago, but there, on that train, in the most fantastically erotic moment of my entire life I was able to hold on for what seemed like an eternity. As if sensing my desire for release, the fluffy fingers that were wrapped around my penis changed form and became two hands and started tugging at me faster and faster. "It's time to leg go," she said, as the funnels of thick, deep fur around my arms, legs, and torso began to undulate up and down my body like a piston in an engine. Huge fluffy mouths of exquisite fur, sucking on my limbs like they were popsicles.

I came. The fur around my crotch parted to show just the tip of my cock as it spurted cum everywhere. "Yes," she said softly, "keep cumming. Let us taste you. Let us drink you up." My orgasm wouldn't stop. Streams of cum squirted into the air, only to be caught by the waiting fur.

When I passed out is anyone's guess. I awoke feeling so drained, still in a dreamlike state from my furry experience. I was lying down on my back in the compartment. It was dark outside and I noticed that the train had stopped and that I couldn't move. She was on top of me, her lamb fur bolero still filling the room, the curls still swirling about and gently crashing into each other, her legs straddling me. Something was sucking on me. It was slow and deliberate and almost undetectable, but something was sucking on my penis. I was unable to speak properly. "What's su ... sucking me?" 

"Shh," she said sweetly. "We are still feeding." My prostate twitched and sent out another shot of cum. I could feel the hot liquid being carefully sipped away from the head of my cock. She sucked at my neck, and the fur wrapped tighter around the two of us. "Let us finish feeding, then we can talk," she whispered in my ear. She rested her head on my shoulder and I could feel another orgasm beginning to swell inside me.

When I woke again the train had stopped again. Railway workers scrambled around outside my window shouting at each other. I was back in my seat and clothed in loose linen pants and a t-shirt. I looked like one of the locals. 'It must have been a dream,' I thought, but judging from the fantastic ache in my groin from cumming so much it had all been real. My eyes turned from my new outfit to the woman sitting across the aisle from me. Just looking at her made my balls tighten and begin to quiver. She was examining the amulet I had bought in the market in Nyalam.

"This is how I found you," she said as she stroked the sheared lamb fur on the underside of the medallion. "And this is how you found me." She began to smile.

"Fulfillment," I whispered. "The woman in the market said I was looking for fulfillment."

"And have you found it?," she asked. She got out of her seat and sat down beside me.

Being this close to her, her smell, her fur ... . I wanted desperately to be wrapped up inside her again. "Yes," I managed to say. Even though I was so drained and exhausted from my climaxes, I began to get an erection again. Her hand rested on the inside of my thigh and gently squeezed.

"Do you have anything to go back to?" Her ice-blue eyes focused on mine. "Is there any reason that you would have to go back to your home?" She began to undo the buttons of my linen trousers, her fingers slipped through the opening and stroked my penis.

She was magical. I had never been touched like this before. She knew exactly what part of me needed her caress. I could think of nothing but being fucked by her again. She pulled my cock out through the unbuttoned fly of my pants, gently lifting my testicles up, pushed my legs together, and sat facing me on my knees. I could feel her fingers disappearing and being replaced by the living funnels of fur. The white hairs poured through my fly and into my pants, down my legs, and up under my t-shirt and onto my belly.

"I have nothing to go back to," I said as I stared helplessly into her eyes. "I don't want to go back; I don't want to leave you."

"Then you will stay with me." She leaned forward and kissed me, her full, moist lips slid across my mouth. The hungry fur in my crotch suddenly started to jerk me off so violently that I came, my screams of pleasure muffled by her warm tongue as it filled my mouth completely. 

Thul Pa Ch. 02



Thul pa - part two

We left the train together, found a taxi, and got in. She acted like we were newlyweds; laughing, kissing me on the cheek, squeezing my arm in hers. To the outsider we probably seemed like a pair of hippie tourists. All I could think about was lying down with her and having her swallow me whole.

After about half-an-hour the taxi stopped. She spoke to the driver, he grabbed our luggage and put it in a waiting carriage (broken-down buggy was more like it). We both climbed in and lay down. Settled in, she grabbed a thick blanket from one of her bags and wrapped us up in it to stave off the evening chill. The smell of smoke coming from a hut in the distance mingled with the night air. Under the blanket her living bolero slowly encased us both, swelling around us, and it was all I could do to keep from begging her to make me cum right there as we bounced along the uneven road. I looked over at her and found her ice-blue eyes fixed on me, a sly smile spreading slowly across her mouth while the silky white fur undulated subtly over us both.

"It's a symbiote," she said, her eyes still fixed on mine.

It took me a while to snap out of my daydreaming and figure out she was talking to me. "A what?" Another wave of fur swelled from my feet up to my chin and back down again.

"A symbiote. The fur is a symbiote." With a quick breath and a quiet sigh from her our coccoon pulled us closer together. "I am a symbiont. I live in harmony with the fur, the thul pa, that has enveloped us and that has given you so much pleasure today."

Her hand moved from her side, across my hip and around to the small of my back and down to my buttocks. The touch of her fingers through my linen pants sent shivers all over me when she squeezed my ass. "What does it get from you?," I finally asked from within my delirium. "What do you get from the fur?"

"We survive on each other," she said, breathing the words onto my neck. "For as long as I have known it has been a part of me and I a part of it." She leaned her head forward and kissed my neck. Pausing, she kissed me again, sucking on the hollow beside my collarbone. "We share sensations, and we communicate needs to each other. It's needs are simple - protein." She was looking me in the eyes again. "Like your cum. Pure protein. That's not the only way it can satisfy its hunger but no one has complained yet. Sometimes it will draw protein from me to sustain itself; whatever I consume helps feed it." The cart bumped along the dirt road. "I gain longevity from it. An ever-extended life."

There was still enough glow in the evening sky to see that we were heading up a mountain trail. The air was clean and crisp, and the only sound I heard came from the wheels of the cart as is bounced along the makeshift road. "You said you found me because of the amulet I bought from that old woman in the market. How?"

"Instinct," she answered. "How does a bird fly the same route every year with the change of the seasons? The thul pa is able to seek out similar beings through instinct and intuition."

"What do you mean by 'similar beings'?" Her hand was still caressing my thigh and buttocks, and my penis ached as it pressed against her.

"Your amulet was a gift. That old woman knew you, she knew what you were searching for. In time you would have found yourself aroused whenever you were around the amulet, and you would have begun to give it what it needed to become the fulfillment you have been looking for."

The cart turned down a cleared path. In the distance, through a grove of trees, was a temple with lanterns glowing in a few windows. "If I had ... used the amulet ..."

She put her hand on my cheek and slid her fingers through my hair. "Do you remember when you were surrounded by the fur in the train, when it lifted you up, wrapped you up?"

I nodded, and trembled at the memory.

"Your cum can turn the amulet into that same mass of hungry fur." Seeing the desperate longing in my eyes she kissed me and for a brief moment the white curls totally encased us, and then receded completely into the form of her bolero. "We're here," she said as the cart came to a slow stop in front of the temple.

¥

I truly was in another world. The temple was a couple of hundred years old but it was immaculate; the building was a living piece of history yet it did not show any signs of aging badly. 

The sun was still low on the horizon when I awoke and, feeling like I needed to get my bearings, I got dressed and wandered the grounds. Everywhere I looked I saw mountains and deep, deep valleys. I climbed a short ridge past the perimeter of the temple garden so I could get a better vantage point only to find there was nothing to see. Mountains, valleys, trees, but no other buildings, no chimneys with thin streams of smoke pouring up into the air.

The wind picked up a bit and reminded me that I had only put on my donated linen outfit so after taking one last look to see if anyone else might be standing on an outcropping of rock looking back at me, I turned and walked through the garden to the temple.

I walked through the halls and managed to find the kitchen she had shown me during the brief tour last night - kitchen, bathroom, bedroom. She was sitting with her back to the door, staring out into the eastern courtyard, sipping sweet tea. She was wearing a silk robe - gone was that magnificent fur, that sumptuous coat of never-ending curls that has given me an ache that will never go away.

"Did you like the view?"

"Breathtaking," I said.

"I had you at a disadvantage yesterday." She turned her head slightly as I poured myself some tea. "Did you still want to stay here?" She paused, and turned around to face me. "Did you still want to stay here with me? We have been brought together and it would make me unhappy to keep you here by force."

Her tone had remained calm, even, and slightly seductive. Maybe even playful. The word "force" resonated in the background of my mind. Where would I go? Where could I go? I had no idea where I was and no way of getting to anywhere except the nearest open, snow-filled valley.

"No one has ever made me feel what I felt yesterday. I'm just afraid that a week of being consumed like that will kill me."

She smiled. "I'll do my best to keep you alive." She walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek, and took me by the hand. "Come with me. I will show you the rest of my home."

It was more beautiful in the daytime. The artwork, the structure, the tiniest details that you weren't meant to notice on their own because of their relationship to the whole temple made it a truly sedate and exceptional place to be. She told me the history of the temple and the people who built it, and how she came to be the newest occupant. Due to the remote location not many people knew about the temple when it was built, and now there are barely a handful who know that it exists. Those who know about it are as discrete with that knowledge as the porter was on the train - they may not know why they shouldn't treat it like a tourist destination but they sure know to keep their mouths shut.

We had stopped at the western end of the temple at a set of doors that opened to a sparsely decorated, windowless room, with a wide bench in the middle on the space.

"This is my meditation room," she said without turning around. "When the candles are lit in this hallway I would ask you not to disturb me." Her hand gently cupped my forearm as she spoke. I looked over at her and saw her still looking into the room. "This is very important." Her tone was such that I knew not to question her on the matter.

"I understand."

¥

Our sexual explorations were proving to be quite intense. The amulet I had picked up in Nyalam, as she had explained to me, could become as much of a sexual entity as her bolero had proved to be on the train (and many times since). One day she came to the east side of the temple where I was meditating. She was carrying my silver trinket. Walking noiselessly across the straw mats, she sat down in front of me and held the medallion in her open palms in her lap with the short, white fur facing up.

"You should begin to experience the fulfillment you were promised in the market."

The timbre of her voice always aroused me. She was able to speak in such a way that her words wrapped themselves around me and took me away from myself. She shuffled closer and knelt in front of me.

"Slide your penis through the opening in your pants," she said. The blue of her eyes remained just as intense in the amber glow of the candlelight. My cock was well on its way to being fully erect even before I managed to expose it to her gaze.

"Now wrap your legs around me. Hold me close." I did as she asked.

I could feel her hands slip in between my legs; her left hand gently held the base of my penis, and her right hand guided the amulet to the tip of my very hard shaft. I remembered how short the hair had been on the underside of my market stall purchase and could not believe how soft and deep it felt now and she caressed me with it. My pre-cum began to pour out almost immediately. Her left hand pulled on my cock in short, even tugs; her right hand slid the furry side of the amulet up and down the underside of my penis and across my foreskin.

The sensation made me drunk with pleasure. I had been so enraptured by the magic her hands were performing on my penis that it took me a while to realize that both her hands were running through my hair, and her tongue was plunged deep in my mouth. 'I am still being jerked off,' I thought. It was like a mouth had taken the entire length of me and was sucking on my swollen head and racing its tongue all around me at the same time. I gasped at the swallowing motion that started to roll over my cock.

"Look down," she said. "Look at what aches to devour your cum." The swallowing became stronger and faster.

I wasn't sure what I was looking at. I could see the pewter-coloured disk that I found in the market, but swirling down the length of my penis and spilling over my pelvis was a mass of writhing white fur, like a fluffy spider with millions of legs. The silky hairs streaming from the medallion flowed through my pubic hairs and churned around my groin.

"Now that it has your taste you are bound to it." 

The swallowing turned to squeezing and jerking. I looked at her but couldn't speak.

"Just like my bolero your medallion has a hunger, and you are responsible for that hunger. Will you satisfy its hunger for as long as you are compelled to?"

I could feel the wave of my orgasm building. The fur licked at me constantly and began to slowly and methodically pulse up and down my shaft, starting at my balls and climbing up to the head of my cock and back down again. 

"Yes ..." I came with such force and could feel the amulet relish in the feast that exploded from my throbbing cock. "Forever, yes ..."

¥

She encouraged me to masturbate. 'It will help secure your bond' she would say as she slid the amulet across the table when we were sipping tea. Sometimes I would be reading, unaware that she had even entered the room, and she would slip her hand underneath the waist of my pants. In an instant the silky bulk of undulating fur would engulf my crotch and spill out from every seam of my pants. She would wait a moment or two, watching the uncomplicated bliss fill my eyes as my cock stiffened and the fur started doing what it knew how to do so well, then she would smile and leave the room as silently as she came in, the only noises heard were the rustling of the curly white hairs and my groans and gasps.

Depending on the mood it sensed I was in sometimes the fur would make me cum quickly, like the orgasm you have when you have been fantasizing for the whole day and you just need to jack off with all the force your hand can muster. Other days the fur would treat our play like a fine symphony, starting slowly, moving from half-crescendo to half-crescendo before finally raging to a climax that it could drag out for what seemed like an eternity, cum spewing out from my soul in time with my heartbeat. I would hold my breath for fear that breathing would end this river of ejaculate, my ass clenched and raised off my bed as if I were proffering my cock to the heavens.

With anticipation after each session I would look at the fur to see how much it had grown since the last feeding. After two weeks it covered my bed, draping over the edges of the mattress and crumpled on the floor. It swayed with the same delight that I felt, and cocooned me so we could both sleep in the cool Tibetan night. 



Thul Pa Ch. 03



I have been reading for about an hour now and have not seen her or heard her walking through the temple for a while. The candle beside my chair has melted almost down to its clay holder and with the cool wind beginning to pick up this is as good a time as any to go inside. I could really use a mug of tea to ease the chill, so with a quick puff the candle is out and I can already see the kitchen before the wick can finish waiving its last finger of smoke in the air.

It doesn't look like she has come down for her evening sweet tea yet either. I guess if I am making one I can easily make two. Judging by the clouds it looks like a storm will be in our backyard shortly and she always enjoys a nice hot cup of tea when the rain patters on the thatched roof.

The tea steams heavily as I pour it, the mist rises to my face and flows past my ears.

I have gotten fairly adept at carrying tea and knock having it splash as I walk over the old wooden floorboards. I also managed to figure out where the creaks are in the floor and avoid them. I started that trick so that whenever I get up before her I don't disturb her, and now I just do it instinctively. A few candles light the hallway just enough for me to make my way from the kitchen to her mediation room.

What is that noise? It almost sounds like a tree branch rubbing against the roof above her sanctuary. As I put down the tray with our tea I have to strain but I can make out the sound more clearly. My heart is beating heavy in my chest; with my ear pressed up against her door I can hear the fullness of the noise. It is like the tree has broken through the roof and is swishing violently through the entire room. I can also hear muffled moaning underneath the rustling. I know that kind of moan, and my penis has begun to swell slightly as I gently push the door open and peak inside.

There are a few candles lit high on the walls but I can see her silhouette in the amber light. She is standing at the end of the bench, her arm outstretched. My penis is swelling more as I realize what the swooshing noise is - waves upon waves of white curls are crashing about the room. Flowing from her arms like I have never seen before the fur is racing about the bench; over top, around, underneath, its relentless movement is spellbinding. Thick, white, curly; thicker than I ever could have imagined, the fur is slopping around the room, down her back, up the walls. My cock is aching so badly - I just want to walk up behind her and start fucking her. Or the fur. Whatever will take me or be taken.

A hand. I think I just saw a hand. There's the moaning again. Sheer pleasure. I see the hand again, it is reaching through the massive fur trying to touch her. I have made that same attempt as well. I cannot help but watch with envy as the puffy mounds engulf the hand inch by inch and swallow it back inside the cocoon. I let out as gasp as the swirling quickens around on the body in the fluffy nest. I lift my gaze from the figure in the clutches of the enormously furry sack and can see in the dim glow of the candlelight that she is staring at me. The mound of fur at the end of her reach is still gyrating wildly. She has turned her attention back to the bench and begins to move her arms like she is gathering up the fur from around the entire room.

There must be at least a ten-foot high pile of fleece in front of her and as she begins to raise and lower her arms, the immense heap of creamy white fuzz is raising and lowering itself over the figure on the wooden slab. The moaning is getting louder, and I can hear words but cannot make them out. She looks over at me again as she speeds up her tugging motion. The moaning has turned to squeals that follows in time with each movement of her arms. Faster and faster they are shaking the body inside the swell of fur until the screams of orgasm can be heard through the locks of the symbiote.

I am transfixed by the fluffy spectacle on the wooden bench. Gentle gasps of unimaginable satisfaction emanate from the colossal mound of rustling, hairy fibres. I look down and notice that my legs are cocooned in the white downy curls that I have been watching with longing for the past few minutes. She is moving over towards me. My heart is racing even faster, I feel like I am going to pass out. She seems to glide across the floor in a five-foot wave of fur.

"You promised not to come in here when the candles were lit." She does not seem mad or even disappointed.

She is standing about a foot away from me but the softness that is her shroud, her thul pa, feels like it has already engulfed me. A furry weight has wrapped around my waist and pushed me up against the wall. "I brought you tea." She is inching closer. "I thought it might take the chill out of the night air."

She smiles sweetly, and nods her head ever so slightly at the wooden bench over her shoulder. "Watch him." She pauses and speaks again. "As you can see I am already taking the chill out of the night air." Her eyes are piercing and do not move from mine.

Pressed up against the wall with the fur creeping up my thighs towards my crotch I look to see the furry heap allow two legs and then two arms to slip from its grasp. The hands are caressing the curls of white surrounding where his stomach is. With a slight movement of her lips, the fur begins to swell in his crotch into a giant puffy cone and starts to pulse.

"Are you ready to see what unimaginable pleasure looks like?" Her fingers have untied the string holding my pajamas up and are dancing lightly up and down the shaft of my cock.

"Yes," I whimper. The symbiote has completely encased my arms and legs and has begun to caress me and lift me off the floor.

She is now inches from me. "Once you watch me consume him there is no turning back." I am almost two feet in the air as she looks up at me.

"Consume him?," I say softly, her hands now wrapped firmly around my throbbing penis.

"We need protein, and a little trickle and spurt once in a while is satisfying but not fulfilling, lover." She does not wait for me to mull over what she is saying. "To survive as long as we have we need to be fed. Really fed." The moaning coming from the table in the middle of the room has again turned to grunts and cries of ecstasy. His legs and arms have disappeared within the mass of curls and swirls that seems to be jerking off the entire room in a frenzied pitch.

"At least I am nice enough to give them one last night of glorious sexual gratification before they are ... absorbed into us." She flicks the head of my dick with her tongue and then drags it from my balls back up to my foreskin.

I am so turned on that I almost wish that she would consume me just so I could feel what he is feeling right now. His screams of delight break through the fur which is rippling and cascading all around the table.

"But don't worry, after he has finished cumming he will quietly slip into unconsciousness as we slowly smother him. He won't feel a thing as he is digested." 

The fur around me is now jerking my body is short, rapid tugs. She and her thul pa have lifted me over to the table and placed me on the huge swath of fur. The cool fibres feel so soft on my skin, in the crack of my ass, and brushing up against my balls. The white plush pile smells exquisite, and even though I can feel the fleece working to consume the body on the wooden surface below me the head of my stiffened cock is dripping profusely. I don't want to struggle, I don't wish to get away. I just want to cum and cum and cum. Gasping, I look down at her.

"You look worried, lover." Her eyes show that same tenderness I fell in love with on the train. "You needn't be." I can feel my ass being parted by the fluttering curls below me as they give me a rim job and sway across the back of my testicles. I gasp and relish the sensation. 

"I don't?" I say in between gulps of air.

"No, my sweet," she says as she kneels between my legs and takes my shaft in both hands. "You're my favourite. You taste like apples." She drops her jaw and extends her tongue. My penis glides easily into her mouth and slips up and down the back of her throat. The force of her sucking and her knowledgeable mouth feel so good that I feel like I have lost my entire body inside her lips, like I have melted into the saliva dripping down her chin. And when the white gathering of endless fur encases us and joins in the fucking the streams of cum shoot from my cock in long, hot surges down her throat ...



Thul Pa Ch. 04



She slept for days afterwards. Sometimes, if I stood in the kitchen and listened intently, I could hear the gentle swishing of the fur as it flopped and wriggled about in her meditation room. 

The second morning after she feasted on that helpless but ecstatic young man I went to see her. I tingled all over as I opened the carved wooden door to her chamber. The cascading fur was pristinely white and glistened in the dimly lit space, and I could make out her form lying prostrate on the low table in the centre of the room. The waves of curls would occasionally break and allow me to catch a glimpse of her thigh, her belly.

I stepped into the room and started to walk towards her - the fluffy locks felt thick and luxurious under my bare feet. Swirling masses of the fleece would mound up as I walked across the floor, puffing into heaps of extremely fine hairs four and five feet around, and then melt away into the fur from which they sprung. The closer I got to her the more these furry balloons would pop up. 

When I was only a few feet from her the vast pelt condensed over top of her body and I soon found myself surrounded by a group of quivering puffballs making gentle lunging movements, nuzzling at my crotch, as they tried to push me away from her. I reached out and pressed my hands against the largest of the downy piles, looking for a way to break through. The fluffy sphere split into two parts, each encasing one of my arms, and was replaced by an even bigger patch of trembling fleece pushing against my thighs and torso. 

I leaned into the glossy fur with all my weight and struggled to reach her. "I just want to see her," I said. "Please let me through."

With an incredible ease the cluster of puffballs scooped me up and put me down about fifteen feet away from where she lay. As I was lifted up my linen outfit was stripped away, and when I landed back on the floor my bare skin was covered in goose bumps as the air flowed cool about the room. The large furry globe slipped around my legs and as I took one last step in the direction of the table it exploded upwards and latched onto my hips.

The delicate hairs squirmed and danced up and down my legs, cuddling my balls, and swirled about my cock. "Why can't I see her?," I whispered to the fur. "Please ..." The silken bundles were completely surrounding me, swelling up in a room already overflowing with her sumptuous mane. The curls parted from her face enough to show me her sleeping visage, her mouth slightly open. 

It felt like the fur was pouring up my legs, racing across my penis like a torrent of fluff, and as I began to lose my balance in the churning puffy white sea I reached forward to steady myself only to be pulled to the floor and pounced on by the cluster of fuzzy bulges. The more I struggled to push myself off the floor the more I fell into the pool of fur that was collecting around me and deepening beneath me. Fist-sized fluffy clumps started gently tugging at my cock as it swung between my fur-swathed legs and soon I found myself humping the insistent shaggy mounds beneath me. The sensation was exquisite - the fine hairs were so soft and yet they offered a delicious resistance that squeezed and tickled my shaft continuously. It was like being enclosed in two-foot thick alpaca. I began to screw the heap of sumptuous fur below me with a ferociousness that surprised me while the masses of delicate, fluid hair swayed across my back. 

It didn't take long before I could feel the orgasm building behind my balls, and when the bushy white fluff started kneading my thighs and ass I rolled on my back, grabbed as much of the pelt as I could and yanked it up and down over my penis. I looked down at my crotch - my forearms were sheathed in the frizzy white mountain of fur that was building up around my waist. A mountain of fur that raised and lowered itself with every desperate move I made.

With each jerk I cried out; the orgasm was swelling up and I could feel the climax approaching. I masturbated faster and faster, watching my strokes through the sumptuousness of the fur, and just as I was about to cum my arms were wrenched away and the bulk of surging tresses gorged themselves on my cock. The cum spurted out of me, each load was sucked up by the fur before the twitch of my prostate had time to send another squirt into the unrelenting curls. The plump puffballs swarmed over top of me, shuddering around me as I squirmed with delight under their supple feathery density. I turned over on my stomach again and thrust my penis into the devouring thickness of the Thul pa. When it had drained me completely I gathered up immense armfuls of the fur and nuzzled my body into it with the waves of hair rocking me to sleep.

¥

"Did you miss me?"

Her face was very close to mine, almost nose-to-nose. Slowly waking up I realized that we were both lying on her bench, naked, on a silk-covered cushion, our bodies draped with a light sheet.

"Yes," I said, and after a moment to clear my head I asked what had happened. "Why were you cocooned?"

She ran her fingers through my hair. "It's like hibernation. We needed time to process all of the energy from ..." She paused and looked at me.

"From the feeding?," I asked. 

Her expression was somber. "Yes." She was focusing on a spot by the door. Without moving her eyes she asked me if that bothered me.

"What, the feeding or the sleeping?"

"Don't make fun," she said. "This is serious." She was looking at me. "I am being serious. I have to know how you feel."

"Sorry. If you were to ask me if I think going around eating people alive is a sign of good character I would have to say no. But when I found you devouring that guy, to watch it happen as he thrashed about trying to break free and stay in the Thul pa at the same time was such a turn-on."

She smiled a little. "We make sure they enjoy every part of the experience. The asphyxiation only enhances their final orgasm." She leaned into my shoulder and I rolled onto my back, her head resting on my chest,

"How often do you have to do that? How often does it need you to feed?" 

"Usually every three months." Her hand was playing with the tuft of hair just above my belly button. "Although there's nothing stopping us from doing it more often if you would like us to."

My face turned red and my penis sprang up at her words.

She lifted the sheet off the two of us and exposed my swelling cock. "Would you like to watch us?," she asked as she ran her index finger up and down my shaft. "You could hide in my closet and watch it happen as often as you like."

Her voice was spellbinding. "Yes," I whispered. "Could I please see it again?" Her fingers were dancing up and down my penis, and when she clutched my balls I gasped.

"Whatever you desire, my sweet." Her bare hand clutched my cock, pulling on it softly, squeezing it.

"First, I have a favour to ask," she said. "I have a present but no one to give it to." Her hand quickened it's pace and she started to lick my neck. From behind me I could hear the familiar swish of her Thul pa.

"I like presents. I'll take it." The palm of her hand was getting slippery with my pre-cum, and when she stopped jerking me off and sat up I shuddered a bit.

She straddled my legs, nuzzling her sex against mine, and brought up a box from the floor. As she lifted the box she smiled. "You already have one of these," she said opening the lid. "I need to find a good home for this and was wondering if you knew of anyone who might want it." She placed the tiny carton on my belly. Peering inside the box I saw an amulet almost exactly like mine. 

"Is that what I think it is?" "Yes," she said. She picked the amulet out of its container and gazed at it. The fur was pure black, and was wider than mine by half. "My Thul pa yields the elements for a new talisman every once in a while. Do you know anyone who might like it?" Her eyes were fixed on me, her gaze subtly forceful.

My heart was pounding in my chest. I knew what she was asking. Giving this to someone would mean both pleasure and sacrifice, but the pleasure to be reaped from this was unimaginable. 

"I can't keep it here. If you were to have two of these you would end up like my plaything from the other night." She had moved the mouth of her vagina over the head of my penis and was working it in the moist folds of her sex.

"I think I know someone who ... would appreciate it." With every twist and angling of her hips she took my cock just a little farther inside of her.

The rustling of fur was all around us and I could feel it brushing up against my feet as it grew larger and larger.

"You should include a note when you send this. Tell your friend that it is a Tibetan dream catcher and that he should keep it by his bed." She put the charm back in the box and replaced the lid. "Within in time he will bond with it just as you did with yours." Several strands of fleece reached up and took the box from her.

She tipped her belly forward and my penis moved lithely up into her, the walls of her sex constricted around my shaft. Her pelvis pressed into mine, rocking back and forth to take in all of my cock. I reached up and molded my hands around her breasts. Her skin was cool and smooth and when I gently squeezed her erect nipples between the crux of my index and middle finger she raised her arms and ran her hands through her hair.

The Thul pa was wrapped tightly around my calves and I could see white curls inching towards her as she moved up and down on my penis. She tilted her head back, stretching her arms out in a slow and sinuous gesture. In an instant the fur was on her with only her head and pubic hair exposed, a plush white cross of undulating pelts.

"We're so glad we found you," she said. "I'm so glad I found you." She had leaned forward and placed her hand around my abdomen. She was fucking me faster, thrusting deeply. "Have you begun to love me, my sweet?," she asked. "Will you love me for as long as you stay with me?"

"Yes ... oh god, yes." The pelt swarmed out from her hands and was underneath me, cradling me. She sat up again but even as she grabbed her ankles the tresses of fluffy white fur continued to pour from the ends of her sleeves. My hands fell to the bench and the awaiting supple locks and I ran my fingers through the plush hairs. The rhythm of her pelvis quickened.

"Touch me," she moaned. "Feel me ..."

I looked up at her to see her staring back at me with wild eyes. She had the same look when she consumed that wriggling cum fest a few days ago.

"I ... I can't. It won't let me go," I moaned.

The turned her head slightly and the fur released my hands. She slowed her fucking somewhat.

Without looking at me she whispered. "Touch me."

I lifted my arms from the fluffy mound beneath me. As my hands got closer to her torso the Thul pa puffed into a mass of frizzy hairs, the same beautiful heap of fur I jerked off with as she hibernated. I didn't have to touch it to know how incredibly soft it was. Its depth was immeasurable.

"Come and find me," she said playfully.

As she said this two chubby mounds of the alpaca-like hair formed where her breasts would be. I needed no further invitations. My hands began to massage the piles of exquisite fur, burying my fingers in the endless pile. The fluff expanded to envelop my wrists, then my arms, stroking me as I groped through the swells of delicate fuzz. She began moving faster over me, her sex warm and wet as it glided up and down my shaft.

Ringlets of fur were licking at my balls. "I need to cum," I cried. "Please let me cum ..."

She seemed to spill forward - the fur flowed around me as she lay on top of me. I gripped the back of her neck with my left hand and found her bare ass with my right and held her firmly. I plunged myself quickly, roughly into her, heaving her body up and down my cock. Her screams were muffled by the white curls around my neck. 

My hands fumbled over the gathering of fur that surrounded her. So thick and soft, my fingers shuddered. Pounding, pounding ... . My last stroke. I was cumming.



Thul Pa Ch. 05



Ch. 05

Fall Colours

Business had been fairly steady over the summer but the fall bookings were a little slower than usual. His bed and breakfast had become a favourite spot for the people who couldn't "rough it" overnight at the local national park. Couples were still dropping in occasionally to take in the leaves as they changed colour but the mad rush was definitely over.

It was Wednesday and he had just finished cleaning the biggest of the three suites when the doorbell rang. When he got downstairs he could see the mail carrier peering through the beveled glass panel beside the door.

"Good morning," he said as he swung the door on its hinges. "You usually just drop and run. To what do I owe the pleasure of a face-to-face today?

"You've got a package to sign for," he said already holding his clipboard out. "All the way from Tibet, too."

"Tibet? Who do I know in Tibet?" He was flipping the package over as if trying to jostle the name from it. He held it in his hands and looked at the return address. Recognizing the name of the sender he said offhandedly: "So that's where you got to." He signed the paperwork and handed the clipboard back.

"Thanks much," the postie said and was halfway down the path before he heard "Thanks" from the man still standing in the doorway.

As he closed the door he began to finger at the pieces of tape holding the paper around the box, looking for a loose section to start unwrapping. The paper came off in inch-long segments until he managed to uncover more of the tightly bound parcel. It weighed more than it seemed it should. 'Good things come in small packages,' he thought. The box was non-descript - cheaply made or well-used, he wasn't sure which. With all of the paper finally off, he pinched the bottom half of the carton and rocked the top from side to side until it finally opened.

A note fluttered to the floor. He picked it up and unfolded it.

"Well, I guess you have managed to figure out where I have been hiding for the past few months. I have found a place to think and have discovered something really wonderful. If anyone asks just tell them that I have brought fulfillment into my life and am not ready to leave it. 

"I have sent you a gift. It's a Tibetan version of a dream catcher (don't hang it from your rearview mirror!). You are meant to keep it by your bedside and in time you will be more at ease, as if all your troubles have been swept away."

He flipped the paper over looking for more but that was all that his friend had written. He skimmed over the note again and put it down on the kitchen table. As he sat down he reached into the box and picked up the trinket inside. It was a burnished silver medallion with what looked to be a swirling mass of hair in the centre, and a few stones around the edges. He rubbed his thumb over the darkened metal and was surprised by the softness he could feel underneath the amulet with his index finger. 

He turned the disk over and saw a tight circle of shorn black hairs. He touched them again, first with his fingertips and then he started massaging them with his thumbs. The ebony fur was extremely silky for its length, and as he rubbed it his thumb dipped into it deeper than he thought possible. The sensation was mesmerizing – after a bit of resistance it felt like the hide was sucking on him, a furry mouth downing his knuckles, tasting his flesh. 

He dragged his mind back to reality. "Better put you where you belong," he said getting up from the table. "With my memory who knows where I would leave you." He climbed the stairs to his bedroom and walked over to his night table and, clearing a few loose items from the tabletop, he placed the talisman on it.

He continued his cleaning but as he polished, tidied, and folded his way through the other two rooms he became more and more distracted. He began to notice the soft accents in the room he was working. The Icelandic sheepskin throw with its long, thick fleece draped across the chair; the silver fox fur muff hanging from the antique dressmaker's mannequin; the marabou outfit on the porcelain doll on the bureau all made him feel flushed and aroused.

As he finished putting his signature boxed truffles on the pillows in the third suite he straightened out the duvet, brushing his hand lightly across the mohair blanket that decorated the bottom of the bed. He had always loved how mohair felt; its fluffy, coarse texture was very sensual. He stroked the blanket again, watching the fuzz come up between his fingers. He gathered up handfuls of the spread in his hands, kneading it, burying his knuckles in the folds he created.

The thick wool crackled when he pulled the blanket from the bed. Lifting his t-shirt with his fluff-shrouded hand he started to rub his belly, making slow circles at first, and then pushing it up to his chest. He clutched a heap of fuzz with his other hand and pressed it into his crotch, stroking himself roughly, hoping the plush mohair would wipe away his jeans and expose his cock to the deliciously scratchy blanket. 

He dropped the mohair throw and hastily tossed his clothes into a pile by the door, and stealing the blanket from its place around his feet he walked over to the sheepskin-covered rocking chair and flopped into it. The deep pile scooped around his naked body, and the pelt wilted over his shoulders like two massive fluffy hands, their furry fingers reaching down his chest and surrounding his neck and resting behind his ears. 

He swayed his body from side to side in the enormous swell of the Icelandic sheep hide, nestling himself into its awaiting hairs. The blanket was cool as he wrapped it around his penis. His hands were buried deep in the creases of the knitted fibres, and as he jerked himself wildly he fondled the mohair, weaving his fingers through the wool, exploring its unending depth and softness.

He looked down at his crotch, at the fuzzy blanket that shrouded his cock. His hands moved faster, blurring the mohair into an immense bundle bouncing in his lap and shifting between his thighs. He could feel his pre-cum beginning to soak the hairy knitted yarn and thought about stopping, keeping his favourite blanket unspoiled but all he wanted to do was cum into its depth, to shoot into the gathering of fluffy blackness that prickled about his sex. His left hand rubbed the throw against his belly while his right was gripping and tugging at the bushy pile. 

He looked down again in time to see the head of his cock push its way through the folds in the blanket. His skin was red and taut and glistened with the wetness of his arousal. Resting the blanket across his thigh, he slid his hand around his penis and quickly jerked himself as the first wave of orgasm filled him.

He began to picture soft, swirling masses of unending blackness flowing towards him, crashing about his legs. Taking form, the pitch-black heap that filled his mind appeared as a beast made entirely of fur: no eyes, legs, or discernable shape could be seen save for a flap that began to open wide and took on the outline of a huge mouth with coils of thickening locks to mark the lips, and a silky, sumptuous tongue that poured forth from the opening that rose up in front of him. He imagined himself being licked off the floor by the fluffy tresses that rolled out from the wall of curls that towered over him.

His yanking milked more pre-cum to the tip of his sulcus and soon his hand was skimming easily up and down his shaft, and as he leaned into the sheepskin, feeling it scoop around his head like a fur-lined hoodie, he could hear the sticky slapping of his fingers as they bobbed over his foreskin. But it was when the lush mohair began to slide from his lap, swishing across his balls and his thighs that he came. His ejaculate streamed up his abdomen, landing in and around his bellybutton. Squeezing, pulling his cock he held his breath and thrust his hips upwards, again, again, fucking his fingers, his knuckles slippery with his cum.

As he lay in bed that night he could not stop thinking about how amazing his orgasm had been. The intensity of the pleasure he had given himself, the images his mind had created while he masturbated had been base but vague and only half-visualized. His thoughts clouded over and dreams quickly overtook him, dreams of drowning, pushing through a sea of octopi, of being dragged down into a darkness that consumed his soul.

-

When he woke the next morning he was on his side clutching the extra pillow. He stretched and rolled over on his back and noticed a coolness as his penis slid across his pelvis. Reaching down he could feel a little wetness on his belly and on the tip of his cock. He patted the mattress to his left. 'No cum,' he thought, but the leftover ejaculate that seeped into his pubic hairs and the ache in his groin made him think that he must have had a wet dream. Or a few of them. 

He looked at the clock.

"Crap!"

He had really overslept. A couple was arriving at 3:00 p.m. and he still had so much to do. After a hasty shave and shower he got dressed and dashed into town to take care of his last-minute errands. When he finally got back to the b&b his guests were already waiting on the porch. 

"Sorry I'm late," he called from the car. "Everybody in town was really chatty today."

"No worries," the man said. He nodded at his female companion. "We got here a bit early and just wandered around the property to pass the time."

They were both attractive and looked like they wouldn't actually mind "roughing it" if the weather hadn't gotten too cool for tents and breakfast by the fire. After introductions all around he grabbed their luggage and ushered them inside and upstairs to their room.

'She smells really good,' he thought as he followed them up the curved staircase. Her ass, her perky little ass filled her sweatpants perfectly. He noticed her looking back at him and pretended to be watching her feet and trying to keep a good distance so they didn't trip each other up.

"Second door on your left," he called up the stairs. "It's the black and white room."

Dropping their luggage at the foot of the bed he let them know that breakfast would be served between 6:30 a.m. and 8:00 a.m.. Closing the door as he left he hoped he had successfully cleaned the mohair blanket last night.

-

He woke up with a start. The wind was pushing against the side of the house, scooping up the leaves from the front lawn and dropping them outside his window and in the backyard. He waited. 

'There it is again.' He listened for the noise again over the ticking of his alarm clock. There was a faint thud. Then another. And then a moan.

They were having sex in the rocking chair, bumping into the wall with every other thrust. Just what he needed, a horny couple right above him. He reached over to grab his alarm clock to check the time. Something fell to the floor.

Turning on his table lamp he leaned over and saw that he had knocked his amulet off the small nightstand. Without looking he reached down from under the warm covers to pick it up. He felt around until he found it and when he grasped it his thumb dipped into the black fur as it had when he first examined the medallion at his kitchen table. The fleece was warm and had taken in his thumb up to his knuckle. He could hear more moaning from his guests through the floorboards of the old house.

He was on his back holding the amulet with both hands, both thumbs massaging the sheared wool. Plunging his thumbs into the fur he thought about the mohair blanket, the wool rug, the fluffy folds caressing his penis. He drew the pendant under the covers and rubbed it up and down his foreskin. The fine hairs felt so soft and curved around the arc of his flesh like fuzzy lips, like a pygora-covered mouth, and gave the sensation of a tongue performing beautifully on his cock.

He raised his penis with his left hand and brought the furry disk up the length of his shaft and swept the black pelt over his dripping sulcus, all the while the moaning coming from the second floor increased. He jerked himself off faster and faster, squeezing the base of his penis, tugging it as the fur swirled in his right hand. Suddenly, as he rubbed the delightful black hair harder and harder against himself, the tip of his cock pushed into the fur. He gasped but kept moving the amulet up and down the tip of his aching sex.

The fur felt like it was teasing him, a partially opened fluffy mouth that would only take an inch or two of him inside before resisting more of his shaft. He had moved his hand up his penis and could now feel the pelt against his fingers as he quickly bobbed the fur up and down. 'Surround me,' he thought. 'Feast on me.' His orgasm was close and for a split second he thought about slowing down to draw out his pleasure but he instead jerked faster. "Swallow me," he whispered into the darkness of his bedroom.

His left hand was swiftly wrapped in fur and the unexpected sensation made him cum immediately. With every spurt the black fleece spilled out faster and thicker, trickling across his balls and up his belly. The mass of fuzz seeping out of the medallion had soon covered his body from his chest to his knees and only made him fuck himself more vigorously. 

The moaning of his guests had turned to wails of delight and as he rolled onto his stomach he pretended to join in their lovemaking, convulsing as the black tresses continued to gulp down his cum, churning around his torso like a raging sea of inky, plush fur, a straightjacket of ever-thickening fleece.

His erection remained even after his cock had been drained, an ache spreading across his balls like they were going to split open. As the groans and shuffling from the second floor subsided, fatigue took over. He tried to move his arms, to free himself from the hefty curls, but each movement only brought another wave of exhaustion. Closing his eyes, succumbing to the weakness that spread through his body he felt the frizzy, glossy black hairs rouse and move further up his back and down his legs like a small avalanche of fur was washing over him and burying his immobilized, quivering shell.

-

When he woke that morning he truly felt like his troubles had been stripped from his heart, but "dream catcher" was not the term he would use for the medallion his friend sent him. The wool-filled trinket was back on his night stand but he couldn't remember putting it there. All he remembered from last night was being surrounded by the softest fur he had ever felt; fur that relished in his pleasure as much as he did. The sensation had completely overwhelmed him and had given him no time and no strength to panic or to try to break free of the roiling ebony curls that had seized his body at the height of his ecstasy. Looking at the amulet he wished he could crawl inside of it and lose himself in the hungry blackness.

The sexual fog of last night cleared a little and this morning he couldn't help but feel some trepidation about having a ... 'A what?,' he thought. 'A living furry entity inside that small silver disk?' Worried or not his penis stiffened at the memory of being wrapped up, jerking off inside his curly cocoon, his cum shooting into the dense, yielding fuzz in long streams.

Breakfast was waiting for his guests when they strolled into the dining room. They exchanged a few pleasantries and they all pretended that last night has passed without any excitement. He waited in the kitchen for them to finish their coffee and head back up to their room, all the while imagining them bouncing in the thick, white pelt on the sheepskin rug.

About an hour later he heard the two of them come down the stairs. They paused in the hallway and spoke in hushed tones, mostly out of shyness in their new surroundings than for any other reason. There was a gentle knock on his office door.

"Come in," he said.

He looked up from his desk as she popped her head through the door.

"We're going to the park and were wondering what time it closes." 

She stepped inside as he turned in his chair to face her. His eyes immediately focused on the gorgeous mohair scarf that swirled around her neck. The plump, deep pile squeezed out from the front of her jacket, filling any gap the cool fall air might try to sneak through.

"Six-thirty, but if you tell the rangers you are staying here they might let you hang around until closer to seven-thirty."

"Well," she said with a coquettish toss of her head, "it's good to have friends in high places." And with that she gave him a little wave and headed out the back door to the parking lot.

As he turned his chair back to face his desk he stared out the front window and thought about the fluffy tassels that poked out from the bottom of her bomber jacket and flopped about lazily in her crotch as she had turned to go. For the rest of the day all he could think about was the black frizzy wool dancing across the zipper of her jeans, knocking against her thighs.

-

They arrived back at the bed and breakfast at about 9:00 p.m. They came in through the back door, giggling as quietly as they could. They stopped every few feet and he could hear them kissing as they maneuvered themselves down the hallway. When they finally made it into their room their giggling and shushing became louder. 

"He's going to hear us," she whispered as she dropped her clothes to the floor.

He was already undressed. "Aw, c'mon. These old houses are soundproof. Besides," he said, "we're on vacation."

The lone lamp on her end table threw warm light around the room as he reached over and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face away from him. His erect penis rested easily in the crack of her ass and he slid his fingers underneath her bra, lifting it over her head. When he brought down his arms he crossed one over her breasts and the other across her waist, letting his hand slide into her pubic hairs.

"I want to eat you," he whispered into her neck. "I want to eat you until you can't walk, until you're legs turn to jelly." His fingers massaged the folds of her sex and he gently bit into her collarbone, sucking on her as he kneaded her labia.

They guided each other to the king-sized bed and pulled back the sheets. He lay down first across the mattress, and as she crawled over top he fingered her, plunging his thumb deep inside of her sex.

She gasped loudly, and even though she was still wondering if their host could hear their love play she couldn't help but rock her pelvis back and forth over his hand, moaning as she did so. His free hand reached up and pawed at her back, scratching her as he dragged his nails down her spine. She clenched her ass and squeezed on his thumb as she lowered herself down on top of him.

Before he could pull his thumb out of her she grabbed his cock with her right hand, pulled it towards her and slowly pushed it past her lips, across her tongue, sucking him in until she felt her mouth nestle around its base.

-

Their gentle swaying and shifting on the bed sent the odd creak through the floorboards and after a while he shifted his eyes from his book to the ceiling in his room. 'It's my own damn fault,' he thought. 'I should have put them in the room at the back of the house.'

He closed his book, set it on the nightstand, and threw back the covers and got out of bed. When he has halfway to the en suite door he stopped. Their moaning had increased and someone had begun to slap the wall. Once, twice, ... . Their lovemaking seemed to settle down after about a minute and the floor started to creak at a steady pace.

-

His fingers gently held her open as he slid his tongue over her crease, her clit. She pushed her pelvis onto his chin and squeezed her thighs around his head. He really was quite good at oral sex. He always knew exactly how long to keep her waiting, how much pressure to use, how fast to go. She was quite wet and it wasn't long before she began dribbling across his chin. He could hear her breathing change as he ran his tongue over her sex. She opened her mouth to gasp when he started flicking his tongue across her, the hardened point feeling like a warm, spongy finger in her crotch.




Thul Pa Ch. 05



She lifted her head from his lap and wrapped her left hand around his cock and let a slow stream of spit slip from between her lips. Gathering it up in her hand she rubbed it over the head of his glistening penis and tugged on him, alternating between loosely sliding her hand over him and jerking him, constricting her fingers around him like she was trying to choke the life out of him. He groaned with delight into her sex, and as she let drip more saliva onto his taut skin she moved her hand faster and faster.

Wiping the last bit of spittle from her lips she saw something out of the corner of her eye on the nightstand. It was a small disk of black fur with a dark silver design on the back of it. She looked at it for a moment, smiled and then stretched over slightly to pick it up.

'Let's see how long you can hold out with this little cutie massaging you,' she thought as she moved her hand and slithered her tongue around his cock, pressing her lips tightly about his overwrought flesh. The circle of fur was just big enough to cover his balls, and seemed deep enough to lightly cup him like a small mitten. She shifted the small pelt across the base of his penis and slid it underneath him as she sucked on his blushing head, rocking her tongue over his foreskin. He squeezed his arms around her lower back and sent a few muffled cries into her warm lips.

His thumb slipped into her vagina, and as he quickened the pace of his tongue he began pressing into her – with short strokes and deep swirls he edged her towards what he knew would be her first orgasm of the night. She slowed her sucking so she could concentrate on the fabulous finger-fucking she was getting. Her eyes were closed, imagining she was being taken from behind by some unknown figure, and as the black curls unfurled from the amulet she was oblivious to everything except his cock in her mouth and her impending climax.

The fur poured out from the dark silver medallion with an eerie, decisive stealth. It gathered in behind his balls, building up like a surge of pitch-black water racing towards a dam, and when it had amassed enough curls it trickled quickly and surreptitiously under his back towards his shoulders. Unaware of the reason for the sudden softness undulating along his spine he only relished in the added pleasure, and devoured her sex with a greater fervor. She whimpered and felt the blush of her orgasm swell, hang briefly against his warmth breath, and flow from her sex as he removed his thumb and replaced it with his tongue, plunging it deep between her lips.

His head raised off the bed so he could push his tongue deep inside of her. The creeping lengths of fur swiftly moved up behind his shoulders and head, pooling and quickly filling the gap between his body and the mattress. He didn't notice as the fluffy tresses edged up his arms towards his fingertips and his girlfriend's ass, or as they positioned themselves on either side of his neck. 

He could feel her orgasm subsiding so he slowed his tongue to let her settle into her new rhythm before making her cum again. Moving his tongue back down the crease of her sex he felt something tickling the backs of his hands. He opened his eyes to see the huge, plush pile that was now gathering around his arms and the small of her back, but when he pulled his mouth away from her to look and see if he could find where this furry shroud had come from, the lengths of wavy black fleece seized his neck and head and pinned him to the bed. 

Before he could think about screaming the curls burst into his mouth and started to trickle down his throat, wrapping around his head and shoulders. He managed to pull his right arm free from the thick weave of fur that now fully covered her waist and his torso. His arm swung wildly, reaching for the bed post, something solid so he could try to wrench himself free from his fluffy bonds but all his desperate fingers came across was the lamp on the end table. A swathe of the increasing volume of blackness, now a cascade of undulating frizz pouring towards the headboard, spiraled around his flailing arm and drew it back to the mound of softness heaped across her waistline, causing the lamp to teeter on the end table and crash to the floor.

With ever-widening eyes he watched as several locks of fur intertwined, dangled for a moment across the folds of her sex, and slide easily into her vagina just as the black curls surged over his face and down the back of his head. She raised her hips slightly off his chest and slid her body back towards him, pushing against the firmness of the entry, oblivious to the surge of fur teeming across her shoulders and encasing her boyfriend who, except for a few inches near his feet, appeared to be nothing more than a black pupa, a curving knot of fluffy, fine hairs, undulating below her, struggling against the shroud that was slowly consuming him and filling her with an insatiable hunger she had never known. She loosened her jaw and slid her mouth further down the length of his penis, nuzzling his twitching head with the back of her throat.



Thul Pa Ch. 06



Chapter 06: The Transformation

He got out of bed and threw on a t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. 'What the hell are they doing up there?' he thought as he opened his bedroom door and walked down the hall to the base of the stairs. 'Whatever it was they broke is going to get tacked onto their bill in the morning. I don't care how cute she is, something that makes that much noise when it breaks can't be cheap.'

As he got to the top of the stairs he stopped and listened. There wasn't as much of a commotion going on in the guestroom as he expected. He heard a lot of rustling and muffled sounds, voices. 'Well,' he thought as he put his hand on the doorknob, 'I'm already here and I'm sure they heard me storm up the stairs so I may as well just get it over with.' He turned the porcelain knob, opened the door and stood with his mouth hanging open.

"What the hell ..." He felt flushed and had to take a step back as he took in the scene on the bed. The king sized mattress was dwarfed by a pulsating voluminous puddle of fuzz, churning and shuddering over and around itself. He saw a hand slip out of the frizzy mound, it's fingers outstretched and quivering, and slowly disappear back into the inky cloud, pulled back into the lushness by long curly strands that slithered out from the side of the heap of fur.

He swung his arm behind him reaching for the door frame, all the while keeping his eyes on the bed and the incredibly soft mound that draped down to the floor in thick rivulets. It rose and fell steadily, like a fuzzy lung or heart, beating with purpose. As he watched it heave and sway the fluff parted slightly at the edge of the mound closest to him, and as it spread more and more he could make out smooth flesh underneath the wispy curls. It was the crease of an ass, clenching underneath the plump fur cocoon. He stopped trying to find the door handle and looked on as a tuft of pubic hair broke free of the sheathe covering the bed, the stiffened locks steadily and gingerly caressing what appeared, due to the sheer mass of fluff that obscured the bed, a small vagina.

He finally realized he was looking at ... at what? A huge mantle of dense, frizzy fur with his two guests wrapped inside, trapped inside something that was fucking one of them and doing god-knew-what to the other. The black puffy fleece shuddered and pulled away from what was could see was her firm little ass, and as the curls welled up around her waist the lock of fur flopped out of her sex and disappeared into the blackness that was spilling closer and closer to his feet.

Without thinking he took a step towards the bed, and then another, and before he realized it he was standing with his thighs brushing up against the soft pile, his hands caressing the deep supple ridges of fuzz that encircled the exposed flesh on the bed. His fingers disappeared into the wispy, tiny curls and as he watched the fur creep up his wrists he felt his shorts slowly slide down his legs and rest at his feet. He stepped out of them and when he moved forwards a handful of black tresses looped around his cock and brought it flush with her glistening sex. Tugging at him, the fluffy locks of hair dipped the head of his penis inside of her a few times.

He moved forward and felt her sex swallow him completely. There were still only muffled sounds coming from within the pile of fleece on the bed and yet all he could think about was the fur he was kneading and that was now reaching across his hips and knitting itself around his waist. He thrust himself into her and wished the fuzzy blackness would wrap more of him in its soft embrace.

The space between his pelvis and hers filled in with the fine hairs and soon every piece of skin below his waist was surrounded by the delicate fluff. His movements quickened. His hands were buried in the blackness as he held her thighs, her sex tightened around his cock. He leaned back. His eyes were closed and his mind was lost in the wooly mass that filled the room and overwhelmed his senses, fondling his naked form like it was trying to sculpt him into a fleshy shape that would fit into its delicate, furry folds, hiding him away for safe keeping.

When the pygora-like tresses swallowed his arms all he wanted was to hug the edgeless mane, embrace whatever contour he could create with it, and cum into the mounds of teasing curls. The bliss he felt, the unimaginable softness of the hairy cloud that lapped at his flesh made him weak with delight. He no longer had control over his movements and found that all his weight was being supported by the black mass, and that it was rocking his back and forth into the girl he had seen briefly under the rousing fur. It held him off the floor ever so slightly and leaned him towards the curve of her back. His legs, torso and freshly enshrouded arms all seemed weightless to him as the thick hair guided his lovemaking. A shudder rippled throughout all of the fur, sending a wave of wriggling curls up his back.

His orgasm came upon him suddenly, and as he squeezed and gathered up the wispy coils his cum released in a long stream, his balls tightened as his ejaculation spurted out, the wave of ecstasy continuing right through him. The sensation of this unending ejaculation was like nothing he had felt before and caused him to cry out. The pain and pleasure of his orgasm gave him new strength, his hands gripping tightly around whatever they could find so he could thrust, pound his cock into her with all his might. He was still fucking her and the mountain of fur when the last of the silken curls knitted themselves over his exhausted flesh.

_

When he woke he was truly exhausted. He felt like he had been drowned slowly brought back to life. Every part of his body ached and it was a while before he could even open his eyes.

"Back from the dead, we see."

He turned his head and saw that his dark-haired guest was in bed beside him. She reached over and laid her hand on his chest.

"We were afraid we had taken in too much of you before we realized you were to be left whole."

As he focused on her, and as his head cleared, he noticed the same black fur that had enveloped him, caused him to basically rape a complete stranger simply because she was wrapped up in the lusciousness of its curls, rocked soothingly across the foot of the bed.

"What do you mean I was supposed to be left whole?" The fur brushed up against his calf and made him gasp, shudder in the bed beside her.

"We are becoming more and more aware of each other, me and this sweet bundle of fur that intrigued you so much when you came into the room. I am completely connected with it now, and share its needs and desires. One of its overwhelming needs is to feed -- that is what we were doing when you found us on the bed."

The black curls scooped themselves behind his thighs and slipped along the mattress and settled into the small of his back, wafting, massaging his skin continuously.

He thought about trying to get off the bed and running but lying next to her, pressed against her and wishing to be devoured again by the furry mass, he couldn't find the strength.

"You ate that guy?" he asked, shock mixed with puzzlement in his voice.

"We didn't eat him. It's hard to explain. The closest I can come to describing it is we absorbed him."

She smiled and wrapped the silky black hairs around him, pulling him closer, and tenderly pushed her tongue past his lips, forcing his mouth open, filling it completely. When she fell back onto her pillow she put her hand on his cheek and ran her thumb across his lower lip.

"You still look alarmed. Don't worry, he didn't suffer. In fact, I am positive that the more we assimilated him the more he enjoyed the process. As the incorporation progresses, he became increasingly connected to us and what we were feeling. And for us there is no greater enjoyment than the feast. By the time his life was drained fully into us he felt like he was having hundreds of orgasms one right after the other."

"Was he still alive when we were ..." His voice trailed off, unsure if he should finish the sentence.

"Like I said, everything I was feeling he was feeling." She rolled him onto his back and straddled his waist. "I think it's safe to say that all three of us enjoyed last night very much."

The fluff swelled and nuzzled in his crotch and she bent to kiss him again. He still wasn't sure if he should be afraid of her or just give himself to her incredible appetite and her phenomenally furry coat.

"This fur, my Thul pa, that has you so enraptured was a gift to you, and I was a gift to it." 

Her hips pushed the thickening curls up and down his shaft as she stared intently into his eyes, and his hands lifted from the bed and gripped the fur and flesh around her hips. As she moved over him the long hairs swayed behind her like the canopy in a forest in a gentle breeze. She slid down between his thighs, nudged his legs open with her knees, and bent over his waist, one hand on either side of his belly.

"Before we do anything else, lover, I wanted to ask you something."

His cock twitched as loose strands of the fur dangling from her torso drifted across his balls and impatient shaft.

"Unh ... anything ... ask me anything." His faced flushed watching her gaze shift from his eyes to his penis and back to his eyes again.

"How long is the camping season at the park up the road?" She cocked her head, smiled shyly at him, and then lowered her chest slightly, letting the long curls skim across his belly, down between his bare thighs. The fur must have tried to slip in behind his cock because as she raised herself to where she started it raised his glistening, trembling flesh only to let it fall from its inky grasp.

"Oh god ... please, do that again!" he begged.

She didn't move. Her eyes fixed on his.

"How long is the camping season at the park?" she said with some insistence in her voice.

"Probably another month." He shifted underneath her, trying to rub himself against the fur that spilled over the bed. "Why do you want to know that anyway?" he asked.

"Because, silly, it will look suspicious if I keep eating your guests." She winked at him and leaned down, kissing his belly, moving her lips down his abdomen with each kiss until she reached his hip bones.

"It's going to happen either way so you may as well help me. Besides," she said with a delicious grin, "I'll make it worth your while." Her tongue slid from the bare flesh over his hip, down the crease of his thigh, and danced for what seemed like an eternity across his balls before she perched herself over top his belly again.

"What do you mean 'help you'?"

"Oh, I just love how naïve you are. You're going to help find us some feeding grounds. No one is going to miss a few wayward campers here and there." She lowered herself onto the bed, her chest in between his legs. She took his cock in her right hand, tilted her head sideways, and kissed him deeply and slowly, her lips sealing themselves over his thin, taut flesh, gliding easily across the layer of saliva she secreted as her tongue flicked wildly in her mouth, bouncing off his twitching shaft . She stopped, raised herself up on her elbow and stared over his belly, listening to his gasping.

"You are going to help us. All you need to do is say 'Okay'." 

He didn't hesitate.

"Yes! Of course, yes!" he moaned into the darkness of the room.

And with that she dropped her jaw and slipped his penis completely into her warm mouth, bobbing insistently in his lap. Talking its cue from her desire and attempts at persuasion, the fur surged, and rushed from her, cocooning him, jerking his body like an huge furry glove wrapped around his wilting, exhausted torso.

He came instantly, the pressure in her mouth sucking the warm spurts from his penis right to the back of her throat. He could feel the vibrations of her moaning around his cock as each shot of cum burst across her tongue. He looked down at the mound of fur bobbing steadily up and down in between his legs. He tried to move his arms to put his hands on top of the pile of surging, luscious fur but was completely immobilized by the thickening, eddy of shiny black hairs.

"Make me cum again," he begged as he lay back on the bed. "Please, keep me wrapped up in whatever you are and make me cum again."

_

They had been walking since before dawn. He had suggested they start looking for campers in the east end of the park where it might not be as busy and where they would more likely go unnoticed. They had been on the trail for about forty-five minutes when the faint memory of a campfire came wafting down the gentle grade of a stand of birch and pine.

"I think we found what we're looking for," she said with a smile in her voice. She headed up the incline towards to the cold, smoky tang.

"Should I come with you?" He stood looking up at her, his hands nervously shoved in his pockets.

She walked back down the few feet and stood in front of him, wrapping her thick, furry sleeves completely around him, pulling him close to her.

"I'm not going to force you to watch this." Her right hand moved the hair that had blown across his eyebrow. "I only need you to get me into the park and show me around. You don't have to witness each feeding ... unless you like watching it happen." She kissed his cheek and began climbing up to the campsite.

He waited for a minute or so and as the wind quietly found its way through the canopy he remembered the rush he felt when he first saw her wrapped around her boyfriend. The memory of the sensuous bulge that surged around his guest room, the fur that molded itself into so many forms, that coaxed his orgasm from him with a hurried delight made him follow her up through the scrub.

When he got to the edge of the campsite she was already standing in front of the tent, her arms by her sides, the fuzzy black curls thickening with every passing moment, making her arms as broad as most of the tree trunks around her. In the dim morning light he could just make out a few tendrils snaking their way into the tent, slipping through the opening near the floor of the tent where the zippers met. She was fixated on the nylon structure before her, and as he stepped closer to her he could hear her whispering to herself.

Compared to his first encounter with her furry symbiote this was incredibly sedate.

"What are you doing to them?" he asked, trying to be just as quiet as she was.

"We're giving them wet dreams," she said without taking her eyes off the trickle of fur pouring down from her fingers. "We've threaded ourselves through the bottom of their sleeping bags and are helping them have a most pleasant morning. We're also picking open their sleeping bags so we can scoop them up and consume them as soon as they cum." She turned to look at him standing beside her. "They always taste so sweet right at the cusp of arousal and panic."

The stream of fur that slithered into the tent was slow and steady and he could almost picture the space filling up with the same puffy black hairs that surrounded her and waved gently in the morning wind.

"Come closer," she said, only now looking in his direction. "You seem to have enjoyed having me around, even when I was just a bit of fur in the palm of your hand. What do you think they would like me to do to them before I turn them into two piles of trembling nourishment? I want you to tell me what you would want to feel if you were in that tent."

His cock twitched in his pants at the thought of being able to control her, direct her as she fed.

"What are you doing to them right now?" he asked, working up the courage to step closer to her so he would only have to whisper his commands to her.

"I have split open their sleeping bags and have a few wisps of me knitted into their pubic hairs and am slowly filling up the empty space around their bellies."

He stood behind her, wrapping his hands around and through the thick trunk of fur that surrounded her. "Swallow their legs. Make them feel like each legs is being guzzled down by a huge, wooly snake. And as you constrict around them I want you to spread their legs apart just enough so that their balls are dangling loosely."

A rush of black curls swept across the forest floor and into the tent. There was almost no noise coming from inside the yellow nylon a-frame, just a tiny bit of rustling and a little bit of heavy breathing every once in a while. Inside, the fur took shape. Starting at each foot, a circle of the tresses formed and quickly spun themselves into longs tubes. The fluffy black mouths slowly maneuvered themselves over the toes of the men inside the tent, and true to their creator began to swallow feet, then ankles and calves that lay bare before them, inching upwards, nuzzling their way towards the tip of the fleshy "V" they had created.

His hands fondled her Thul Pa, and his fingers quickly disappeared into the soft, thick blackness.

"Make it puffier," he said without thinking. He watched as the fur swelled around her, and squeezed through the opening in the tent. He slid his pants off, dropped his boxers around his ankles and stepped into the mound of fur that pulsed over her back.

"Do to me what you're doing to them," he said to her, pressing his hands deep into the huge mound of frizzed plushy fleece that stood before him and was spilling over the forest floor. "Fuck me like I am your prey. Make me feel like they do, why they can't leave you even when they realize you're sucking the life out of them."

She smiled. And with a shrug of her shoulders a massive surge of the fine, luscious mane raced up his back, shredded his shirt and engulfed him.

The sun began to creep across the underbrush. From a distance, the stifled sound of the three men in the throes was indistinguishable over the thrashing of leaves and scrub.

_

The path ahead of him was faintly lit by the moon as the clouds parted briefly, closing again like ashen gills in the sky. The screams came again. He picked up his pace, dodging tree roots and upturned stones as he pushed through the wood into the bitter night.

She hadn't been back to the house since that morning at the tent. He had woken alone, his clothes scattered over a few fallen trees and dewy clumps of leaves. He didn't know if he should have tried to search for her before tonight -- he wasn't sure if she would have distinguished him from prey. The intensity of her feeding had scared him. Maybe tonight was the only night that she had ventured near his B&B since then. He looked behind him, watching the shadows move behind the tall stand of cedars.

The grey-blue light spilled into a break in the trees as he came around a shrub-skirted crevice, stopping him dead on the trail. Something thrashed about in the clearing, a beast, massive and blacker than the shadows it tore through. He saw something else. An arm, half a man's chest pale pink in the evening light. The screaming was muted as he watched the hand fumble to push away the black creature, its fingers gripping at the mane in desperation, his body already surrounded by the long polished curls. He twisted, turned by the beast, and fell back into it and disappeared in the whirling fur.

He stepped around an outcropping of rock and peered into the inky heap that thrashed and swirled on the forest floor. As if spat out, the torso of the man suddenly reappeared from the creature's mouth, both arms flailing in the tangle of hair that was wrapped about his body. He pawed at the mound of black fur as it convulsed over him, like a snake gulping down prey too big for its jaws.

With each spasm the beast made its mane flopped roughly on the ground, sending gentle gusts of cool air towards his hiding spot and into the shadows under the mottled sky. The cries kept time with the beast's thrashing, weakening, becoming resigned with each undulation. The creature's mouth opened wide and as he gazed into it he saw naked flesh and fur spilling and rushing into the void of its throat, knitting itself around the body of its quarry.




Thul Pa Ch. 06



As his arms reached up to try to hold the creature at bay the thick, long mass of hairs churned through his fingers and quickly encased his arms and what bare flesh remained, pulling the naked body further into its gullet. The maw closed in over the struggling figure, his cries turning to sobbing, muffled by the swarm of fur that rolled and swelled on the open ground.

He stumbled backwards from his hiding spot and landed on a few small branches, snapping them as he fell. A great swath of black tresses smashed through the undergrowth where he had secreted himself. He leapt to his feet and began to run towards his house, tripping and crashing into branches as he went. The beast pursued paying little attention to the obstacles before it, driving through the wood like a black tsunami.

He saw the clearing. The moon's powdery light saturated the rolling pasture behind his house. He paid no mind to where his feet fell and raced for the meadow just beyond the tree line. He reached out to push some branches out of his way and make a final lunge into the clearing but before his fingers touched the leaves his wrists were grabbed and he was lifted off the ground. The creature wrapped his forearms with long strands of hair and even though he kicked wildly his legs were quickly subdued as well.

He watched helplessly as the windows of his house got smaller and smaller. The beast floated through the woods, back to the where he had first laid eyes on it, back to its feeding ground. Its mane was fluid around him, leeching underneath his pants, his shirt and soon covered his entire body. The cool lengths of hair continued to weave themselves around his flesh and they began to break the seams of clothes until the locks of black fur surged and shredded them, letting them fall to the forest floor below. 

Swathed in fur, only in the beast's black incessant, gluttonous mane he felt exhausted. His struggling had been matched move for move, twisting him deeper and deeper into the restraint of the creature's furry grasp. He guessed the fleece to be at least two feet thick, and each hair seemed to move with its own purpose. Looking down, through the churning fur below him, he saw the monstrous hairy mouth opening under his feet. Before he could think about calling for help a second flood of hair rushed out of the fluffy orifice and trussed him like a fly in a spider's grip. The hair constantly moved over his skin, caressing him, stroking him with a delicious and sinister sensuality, its deep puffy swell was tremendously silky and bristly at the same time. The guard hairs tantalized his flesh and the down hairs surrounded and molded themselves to his naked contours.

His fluffy bonds shifted and he stretched his arms out, looking for some opening, some way to escape the plush mouth that gaped loosely, tentatively under the waning moonlight. He felt nothing but undulating swollen fur that seemed to welcome his touch as he clawed through it. The hair, he thought, this black pelt mounding around him, that cradled him and gently rolled him about, explored every contour of his entangled frame, was it the beast's hands or part of its mouth? The slack and ample column swayed underneath the canopy and slowly dropped him into the awaiting breach below.

It had become aware of his folds, his shape, his penis; a separate appendage different from the arms and legs that fought to get away. His cock received the eager black locks with delight and soon they swirled and thrashed around his taut flesh with great enthusiasm. His struggle with the beast had only managed to cause it to wrap him in vast spindles of its blissful fur which swept delicately across his naked body. And once the fluffy black fleece began to flit about his penis with luscious intent he found that instead of pushing the massive pelts away he gathered them to his bare torso, hugging them, pulling at them, occasionally thrusting his hips in response to a particularly deft and satisfying furry gorging of his cock.

He cried out. The fur sucked at him with great skill and he could feel himself being pulled deeper down the creature's throat, his legs gently being spread apart as he was shifted around. The plump black fuzz bobbed up and down on him, the delicate hairs vigorously lunging at his penis and plunging around his hips, pushing him into the creases of the enormous tongue-like structure that supported him and that began to spill over top him, roiling about him like an ocean of dense frizzy curls. The long black hair churned above his head and began to knit itself together, closing him inside the beast. 

As the creature began to swallow his quivering form the fuzzy esophagus undulated up and down, causing the fur to caress him and sweep the entire length of his body. His orgasm was close. He reached out in one more futile attempt to escape but all his fingers found was soft, shivering, hungry fur. The fine, tantalizing mound of hair fluttered between his legs and over his penis, sucking at his balls. 

He ceased his struggle with the beast and gathered up as much of the black pelt that was wolfing him down, embracing it like a lover in the throes of passion. Bringing it close to his body he was enraptured by the wonderful tenderness with which it fondled his naked flesh. His cum flowed from his cock, streaming into the millions of hairs that pulsated all around him, greedily lapping up the milky gift.

The beast vibrated on the forest floor, its hairy mass writhing and quaking under the disappearing moon. Muffled shrieks of passion could be heard faintly as the meal that lay within its furry walls ejaculated again into the silky hairs that devoured it, smothering it ever so slowly. The creature pulsed several times more, soliciting a few weakened moans. Its evening feast was still taking pleasure in its fate when the beast shuffled into the woods as the clouds spread and sealed out the moon's voyeuristic light.