extreme beastiality

Hello everyone,

time to finally stop lurking and contribute to the boards, with a story of my hand, it's a little werewolf/fictional kind of story. First of all, I'll start with a little introduction and I'll write the sequal later on this week. Please tell me how you like it?

My life as a bitch – Part one – Introduction

There I was, nineteen years old, having the time of my life. Every time I went out, I got several thousands of flirts per night. And I knew it. And I liked it. But did everyone?
It was on a Friday night. I went out with my best friend, Jimmy, and we had a great time. After rejecting a few boys and girls who wanted to share the sheets with me, I went to the bar for another Bloody Mary. Man, did I like that stuff. Whoever invented that, must receive a Nobel price, I thought to myself. The great combination of Vodka and tomato juice, on the rocks, with a slight twist of Tabasco sauce and some pepper, just made me feel great.
I felt like going to the restroom and receive a couple of flirts there. I went to the men’s room and got an approximate three winks and two guys “accidentally” bumping in to me. What a laugh, I thought to myself.
After using the restroom, I went back to the bar. I took a sip from my Bloody Mary and I checked out the beautiful boys and girls checking me out. I liked it. Oh man, did I like that.

“Man, where the hell am I? And more important: what happened?” I thought to myself, while feeling my head. As I look up, I see that I am underneath a bridge. “What the hell??” I thought, looking up at a direction sign.. Columbus, Ohio: 50 miles? “Christ, what happened?” I wondered.. but there’s no time to think about that, because I needed to get back to the city to find my friend Jimmy, to find out what happened yesterday.
I ran. I ran and I ran, and I loved it. It surprised me, because I don’t like running all that much. How much I liked the wind blowing alongside my face. I ran until my feet bled.
As I got to Jimmy’s house, I ran around his house and sneaked through the backdoor. Jimmy looked at me and said with a soft, kind-of babyish voice: “Hello there, who do you happen to be?” And I was like: “what do you mean? Can’t you see I’m Paul?” “Aren’t you adorable!! Look at those big brown eyes of yours!” He said. It seemed like he didn’t hear me! I pointed at a picture of myself on the table, and accidentally dropped it on the floor. “Oh well.. I don’t feel like thinking about photo frames right now. All I can think about is Paul. He had a few Bloody Mary’s yesterday, and after the fifth, he started walking like a zombie. I advised him to go outside and take a breath, and so he went. A man followed him, some kind of dark individual, I don’t know, and he tried to rob him!! He attempted to steal Paul’s wallet. But Paul noticed and chased him. And did he run. Good heavens, he ran like the wind, I don’t know. Few hours later, I found the man in an alleyway, heavily bleeding and several wounds which looked like bite marks. I asked him what he had done to Paul, and he admitted he popped about thirty amphetamines in his drink!! I mean, like, man, that’s wicked, you know. And after that I haven’t heard anything of Paul anymore. That was past Friday.” I looked at the clock that Jimmy and I once bought on a flea market, which showed time, date, and day of the week. It also had a function to countdown to a special occasion on a specific day and time, and we had set it to countdown to the seventh of July. It would have been a good day to marry one another, we laughed. The clock showed that is was Wednesday. “Man, have I been lying there for four days?” I wondered. But enough worrying about time. I needed to know what was going on, what I was doing 50 miles from the city under a bridge, why Jimmy talked to me in such a bizarre way, who that man was, I needed clearance! I ran into Jimmy’s bedroom, in which was a big mirror. I looked into it. There it was. A dog with black fur on top of it’s body and white fur underneath, alongside the chest all the way to the tail. And it had big brown eyes and a dumb face, and a blushy tail. I realised it immediately. It didn’t take me one second until the thought popped into my head that that dog was me! I don’t know, maybe I already knew but I had to have it proved. I barked at the dog in the mirror, and the dog did the exact same thing. I looked between my legs. “What the…” On the place where my genitals once were, my smooth shaved balls and my quite well-hung endowment, was nothing but fur. I looked under my tail and… then it hit me. I had become a bitch! What now? Here I am, in the house of my best friend, who hasn’t got a clue that I am his best friend and that I am not missing. Nobody knows about me. Just me. Just me!
I walked towards the front door and I scratched it, in order to get Jimmy to open it. “Oh, you’re leaving already, girl? Oh well.. I don’t even know if you understood anything I told you, I’m just glad I spoke it out to someone. Here you go, pretty,” he finished, petting me on the head, before opening the door for me.
As I got outside, it felt like I smelled thousands of things. I smelled the dog crap on the sidewalk, I smelled the old lady across the street, I smelled the yellow flowers and the pink ones, I smelled the children playing on the street, I smelled birds and other dogs. It was a whole new experience, noticing all these smells.
Alright. I feel great! I am a dog. I can smell everything. I can eat out of a trashcan. I can beg for food. People love me. I am no longer restrained by my human opinions, and I do not judge others for their race, look, sexual preference or whatsoever. And most important: I’ve got a twat. I felt good.

-_end of Part one_-

With kind regards,

Dutch werewolf
Well guys, it took me a little longer, but (I hope) it was worth the wait! Please tell me what you think about it!

My life as a bitch – Part two – Stray

Where was I to go now? I am a dog now, none of my friends will recognise me, not even Jimmy, for I’m a dog. Why would he think the dog that wandered through his house, was actually his best friend, influenced by thirty-some amphetamine? It was a crazy thought.

I started to run again. Man, did I run. I ran and I ran, until my footpads bled. I smelled the blood before I saw it and I looked surprised at the long trail of bloody footprints I left behind on the sidewalk. “Where does a dog go when he’s got no master?” I wondered. I ran through the suburbs of the city, all the way to the countryside.
Having got there, I strolled into an old, dark barn. My footpads hurt like hell, but I finally found a place to spend the night, dry and warm. It seemed like I smelled another dog, but I didn’t know if I could trust my nose that good. There have been moments today that I’ve been overwhelmed by the number of smells I have noticed.
I had had moments when I couldn’t bare the fact that I was a dog now. Cat blood, yuck! But a moment later, I loved it. I could smell everything, I had no responsibilities, I could lick myself and nobody would mind. Wait! I looked at my you-know-what and I thought: “oh well, what the heck…” I started licking myself in that old barn, and I loved it! Man, that was good!
I kept on playing with myself, until I could notice another dog clearly. I barked at the door and stood on the top of my paws. “Who’s there?” I heard the dog say. At least I thought it was a dog. I only saw a muzzle coming through a hole in the door. “Who’s asking?” I responded. Then, the dog pushed open the door. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” I growled. “I think I could better ask you,” the other dog reacted. “This is actually MY hideout. I knew there was someone here. So you’re the new bitch in town?” “Huh, how do you know that?” I asked him. “Your smell.. you’ve got this scent hanging around you, that I’ve never smelled before. It isn’t bad, though. I’m Guy, by the way.” “I’m Pau… Foxy.” I reacted. “Hee hee, this is the fun part!” he laughed. He put his muzzle under my tail, and I did the same. Man, that was good! It was addictive! We smelled and we sniffed. “Welcome to my crib,” Guy said. “Thanks, I feel welcome already.”
My belly growled. Man, was I hungry. I haven’t had a meal since past Friday. Christ! That’s 6 days without food! Guy heard how hungry I was. “Don’t move.. I’ll get you a nice supper. Wait here!” He yelled, and he ran out of the door again.
“Why, that’s convenient. Another dog who wishes to do anything for a shag. Never thought it’d be this easy. On the other hand.. I SO don’t want to have puppies. Man, it’s tough.” I laid my head on my paws and waited for Guy to come back.

There he was. He had something in his mouth, I couldn’t tell what it was, but man, did that smell good! It smelled like French fries with mayonnaise. I stood up, my tail wagging. “There you are. You missed me?” he tried. He threw the rabbit before my paws. “Bon appetit!” Man, did it sound crazy to hear a dog speak French. Wait.. speak? I don’t know, I understood him, and he understood me.. it was fantastic!
And that food… The rabbit was still warm, his warm blood flowing from his neck where Guy had held him. I ripped some flesh from the nearly dead animal and I enjoyed every last piece of it. The warm blood dripping from the fur on my chin gave me a good feeling. I felt like a predator. Guy looked at me from the coat in the corner, he seemed satisfied. He gave me a look which appeared to be a smile, which looked drastic on a dog.
I ate every last piece of the rabbit, when I was done, there was just a skeleton left. “Was it good?” Guy asked. “You bet it was! Man, haven’t had such a good meal in weeks! Thank you, Guy!” And there we went again. Man, I never get enough of that smell from underneath his tail! After an approximate 5 minutes of sniffing, we laid down on the coat and fell asleep with our heads in our tails, smelling our own familiar scent.

With love,

Dutch