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The Pledge, Ch. 01
🕑 Added 2023-03-21 00:32:15 +0000 UTCChapter 1 of 2! The second chapter is already written but needs to be edited and will be published Friday. This is from a winning prompt from a couple months ago.
Bleeps and bloops mixed with the guttural screams of young children and the occasional curse word from a random teenager as Cynthia passed the arcade. Shoppers streamed around her while she made her way through the mall, rocking her head.
A guitar solo raged through the foam padding on her small, metal-framed headphones where they nestled in her black hair and her fingers tapped on the Walkman she held in her right hand. It was a new tape, freshly made that morning despite the complaints of her roommate - who eventually left to study in the library as she usually did.
Her eyes bounced around the pastel and bright neon store signs. She lingered at a few clothing stores, walking slowly past the glass storefronts while her eyes scanned the racks inside. Ultimately, she saw nothing interesting and continued walking.
Some boys catcalled her along the way and she rolled her eyes while shaking her head with a wry, tired look. They were preppy, with their sweaters wrapped around their necks and their blond hair combed precisely to the side. Not her type.
She danced around children running in and out of Toys R Us while their parents wandered off to do their own shopping.
Two stores later, the girl stepped into the quiet interior of Waldenbooks and her thumb tapped the 'stop' button on her Walkman. She transferred it to her left hand before pulling her headphones down around the studded collar she wore around her slender neck.
A few curious people glanced her way before frowning in disapproval at her ripped black t-shirt and bare midriff. She flipped one of them off while batting her mascara covered eyes at them and they turned away. A few seconds later, they left the store in a huff.
Cynthia walked through the aisles, glancing at the gray cardboard Commodore games with their outlandish cover art until she reached the fantasy section. Here she made her way to the first alphabetized book to begin her search.
She worked slowly, scanning each book with her finger touching their spines, searching for anything that related to moons or wolves. Halfway through the section, she pulled a likely candidate in order to scan the description on the back.
"Stranger, mmhmm, hitchhiking, whatever, mysterious small town, secrets, full moon, mmmmhmmm," she said to herself. She opened the book and began to flip the pages, catching something about the man being wounded while hiking at the outskirts of the town mentioned in the blurb. She slowed as it described wolf-like changes to his mannerisms and then slowed even further when it mentioned the full moon rising.
The man changed in the book and it was described in glorious, painful detail. Literal pain. Cynthia savored the words, imagining what it would sound like as she read the book's description for his changes - his bones cracking, cartilage crunching and blood oozing while a pain similar to fire ants devouring his skin preceded fur growing. She re-read his first transformation a few times before continuing on.
It was disappointing to her that he turned into a large wolf. The old black and white Wolf Man movie had been her introduction to werewolves as a child, cementing her preference for humanoid werewolves. It scratched some itch deep within her brain and left her feeling strange. She looked for more after that and thus began her obsession and fetishization of werewolves. Most recently she'd been spoiled by the Howling movie with their human-like two-legged werewolves and transformation while fucking.
Despite the book's transformation not being exactly what she wanted, she felt herself grow wet as she imagined herself in his place. She'd worn The Howling, watching it in secret while her parents were asleep. Over and over until the tape broke and she had to buy a new one to replace it. The second Howling movie had just come out recently but only in a few theaters and none near her. She was counting the days for it to be released on tape so she could see if it held up to the first one.
When it was obvious that he was becoming attracted to a female werewolf and they were together when another full moon rose above them, Cynthia looked around and bit her lip before secretly touching herself. She gasped. And moaned. And practiced her growling until a woman's harried voice approached, followed by several children. Cynthia growled again, despite how rough it made her throat feel. She took her hand away and moved to a hidden corner in the store to continue reading.
In the book, the pair fucked as they changed. The words were slightly censored for the audience but still surprisingly detailed and full of primal, rough sex. They began as humans, making out in the woods before eventually stripping. The male character took the female on her back until the changes progressed and she rolled to all fours with her hands stretching out into paws.
Cynthia moaned as she pictured it. As she thought of herself in the character's place - body changing, covered in dirt and twigs, consumed by heat and being fucked like an animal. She flashed her teeth at the invading mother and her loud children, wishing they would vanish or die so she could safely masturbate while reading. Her thighs rubbed together and she exhaled as she felt her soaked panties rubbing against her legs.
She considered buying the book but the story changed quickly after the sex scene. It turned into an emotional, drama filled wreck with barely any more transformations and none that involved sex. Worse, the female sacrificed herself for the main character and her death somehow cured the man of his lycanthropy, much to his relief. After rolling her eyes at the ending, she flipped back to the scene in the woods, reading and re-reading until it was burned into her mind.
When Cynthia returned the book, an irregularity stood out to her, drawing her attention. Her left eyebrow rose as she knelt to touch a pamphlet jutting out from the spines of the surrounding books.
The folded paper was angled to make itself visible. She slid it from the shelf and her brow wrinkled when she spied the five pointed star hand drawn on the cover. A goat's face filled the pentagram with five strange symbols above the tines.
After a quick glance at the raucous family nearby, she scuttled back into her corner while unfolding the paper.
All hail Lord Baphomet, Prince of Beasts! the title proclaimed in precise cursive writing. It wasn't quite calligraphy but it appeared in a similar fashion with angular, sharp lines. Cynthia traced the letters as she read them slowly.
Submit to HIM! Become one with HIM and see all of your desires fulfilled. Shrug off your mortal flesh to cloak yourself in the skin of the beasts. Relish the bestial urges. All are unmade and REMADE before HIM.
Pledge to HIM! Offer your soul to HIM to join HIS flock for all of eternity. Reason and morality are chains, binding us to this gray, senseless world. We have fettered ourselves with our humanity. Break these binds with your blood and your vow, freely given to HIM to forge a covenant.
That HELL is a place of pain and punishment was the first LIE told to mankind. It is a paradise. Safe from the unending adulation of God while he erodes your FREE will. As Lucifer rebelled, so shall we all as we give our fealty to our new LORDS to be cherished and LOVED as individuals.
Give your blood and your oath to HIS symbol and be REBORN!
There was nothing else in the pamphlet - no signature, no company name, and no phone number.
"Huh, bitchin'," she whispered.
The family had moved on to the children's section, but Cynthia checked her watch and cursed when she noticed the time. Taking the pamphlet into her jean jacket, she left the store and the mall itself with a fast walk before making a bee-line to the bus stop on the sidewalk outside of the massive parking lot.
"Wait up!" she yelled as the last person stepped up the ramp into the bus.
Cynthia gasped as an ache formed below her rib cage. The accordion style door began to close until she raised her fist. Her blacked-out, ragged Keds thudded against the concrete while her headphones bounced against her chest. "I said wait, asshole!"
The girl wheezed when she reached the bus. Her left hand gripped the silver vertical rail by the door while she bowed her head to catch her breath. Finally, she stood up and stepped into the bus with her best hard-lipped glare towards the bus drive.
"Dickhead," she said as clearly as she could when the driver looked at her.
After fishing out the change for her fare, she walked past the other passengers until she reached the bench at the back of the bus. Here she turned and flopped into the bench before lifting her feet to prop them on the hard plastic trim of the seat in front of her.
With a faint metallic shriek, the old bus moved away from the curb. Cynthia's bent knees knocked against each other until she pressed them firmly together.
The story was still fresh in her mind. She closed her eyes and inhaled while picturing the written sex scene. Her hand slid down to her raised hips and down further, beneath her shorts and panties. She moaned when she brushed the wrinkled skin of her hood. Her nail flicked her clit, causing her to flinch until she adjusted herself.
In her mind, she was the female werewolf.and the new stranger was the one she'd bitten when he'd arrived in town. She'd stalked the handsome young man, alternating between Richard Dean Anderson and Bill Bixby before settling on Bill due to his tortured performance and transformations. Brief, vague interactions flashed through his mind - flirting to set her mood until she pictured meeting him at dusk in the forest as the strange new urges pushed him away from civilization. Scenting her, just as Christopher Stone's character had sought out Elizabeth Brooks.
Cynthia shuddered from a small orgasm when she imagined herself shoving him against a tree. She had fangs in her mind with fur on her face and back and a small tail rubbing against her jean shorts. Biting his shoulder and grinding into him as he began to change as well, clawing at her clothes to strip herself naked beneath the moon. She howled, in her mind, as she bared her body to him with fur creeping over her belly and sweat pouring over her bare tits. He joined her howl and then shoved her, bending her over a fallen log to fuck her as a wolf would while they changed, snarling and-
"MMMPH!" Cynthia moaned, biting hard against her bottom lip while her legs spasmed from a second orgasm, far more powerful than the first. Her whole body shook and the pamphlet hiding within her jacket scritched against the fabric, reminding her of its presence.
The girl pulled the paper out with her left hand while the right lazily stroked her clit and her swollen, slick pussy lips. She read it again and again before reaching a decision.
Pulling her hand free, she reached out to a shard of metal jutting from the edge of the bus's window. She held her breath as she dragged her index finger hard enough over the metal to cut the tip of her finger. A drop of blood formed immediately and she hissed from the pain of it.
Now that she was committed, she folded the pamphlet and pressed her fingertip into the center of the pentagram.
"I submit to you, Lord Baphomet," she intoned quietly, closing her eyes to picture herself in the form of a werewolf. Blood seeped into the paper, mixing with the clear cum coating her finger. The lines of the goat flashed to impossibly pure black for half a heart beat before flicking to red. Her mental image wavered. Instead of herself hunched over, snarling with claws out, she found herself thinking of being pushed over the log, bent over and held down as if powerless. The red coloring pulsed angrily before changing to white and slowly fading to the color of dried ink once more.
Submit.
"I submit to your will and your desires," she said, repeating the echoing word as it faded from her subconscious into nothingness. "Make me into a beast. I pledge myself to you for eternity. I am yours."
She swore that, for a second, her finger felt strangely warm but, when she opened her eyes, all she saw was the smeared lines of the hand drawn pentagram and goat with the paper warped by her cum and blood.
And still, just the idea of it - of a fantastical chance of becoming a werewolf left her feeling even more aroused than before. It was fuel for a future masturbatory fantasy that she began to build in her head while the bus lumbered through the streets - kneeling naked in a pentagram and transforming into a werewolf in front of a demonic figure. Her hand crept back down her shorts as she added to it, picturing herself stalking the men's dormitories for a suitable mate to bite and infect.
When the bus finally pulled up to her stop, Cynthia wafted in a pleasant daze. She sat up slowly before standing.
A pale full moon sat low on the horizon, visible through the grimy bus windows as the day teetered on the edge of afternoon and evening. She frowned at it, certain that it had been a full moon just a week ago - something she liked to track as a werewolf fanatic.
Still, there it was, clear but strangely dull and almost perfectly round. She stumbled forward while absentmindedly raising her hand to lick her palm and fingers before shoving them into her mouth. A few people glanced her way with varying looks of concern and disgust but she continued licking without realizing what she was doing.
Cynthia's pupils fluttered. Her chocolate brown irises lightened to a copper tint while compressing her pupil. The black circle resisted, appearing to bounce until it shrank to a rectangular pill shape. She reached up to scratch the skin beneath her jaw. Her nails dug in as a single curly white hair emerged, followed shortly by a second one.
With her hand cleaned, she continued to the front of the bus before stepping down the two stairs to the waiting sidewalk. She looked up once more, tracking the moon while her pupils pushed against her limbal ring, devouring the white sclera until the burnished brown coloring dominated her eyes.
"Weird," she said while pulling her headphones up over her ears. Her left thumb hit play on the Walkman.
The bus's door closed behind her. The sudden noise startled her. She spun with her jacket flaring around her.
"Baa- ngh-" she groaned, rubbing her throat. She'd meant to curse at the old man driving the bus but the word died in her throat. Instead, she frowned at him while grinding her teeth together. "Asshole."
The young woman's canine teeth jutted past the others. They were a point of pride for her and something she often used to justify her connection to wolves. Her "fangs" melted slowly as if their enamel were wax, flowing back to their roots before solidifying into blunt incisor-like teeth.
Her right hand scratched the other side of her neck, closer to the corner of her jaw, when three more white hairs pierced her soft skin.
She began to walk as the music reached a crescendo. Her hand, bouncing against her side, reached over to rub below her exposed belly button. The itch there was different than the one on her neck; it drilled deep into her, twisting while slicing. It wasn't painful, but it was peculiar and she groaned while rubbing and kneading the skin.
Beneath the surface of her belly, new glands formed, beginning with alveoli. The new tissue built slowly deep within.
It felt good to touch herself there and she found herself rubbing the skin with her thumb and even making a squeezing motion until she realized what she was doing.
Cynthia's straight black hair bounced against the back of her shoulders as she walked. The silky tips bent, curling in random succession. A chain reaction began and kinks appeared throughout her hair. The halting process tugged at the ends of her hair, pulling them higher and higher until her newly curly hair brushed against her nape.
A hint of white appeared in the roots of her bangs. The young woman, humming along with the music blasting from her headphones, started singing out loud while shaking her head back and forth. Pigment cells died and the sable coloring faded with them until her bangs were the color of fresh snow.
Her hand reached back for her stomach to rub herself once again when her mind wandered. White hairs grew over her nape, twisting into coils as they emerged, spreading in a narrow line down below her shoulders before becoming thinner, ending in a single hair half a foot beneath her shoulder blades. Hidden beneath her curly black hair, the new hairs multiplied rapidly and she reached back, moaning as she scratched the wool growing from her nape. More hairs joined the ones lining the middle of her back before spreading further until a single, curly white strand of wool lay exposed below her shortened t-shirt.
It hit her suddenly and she stumbled. And fell, barely catching herself on her hands with one knee on the ground and the other bent. Cynthia stretched out her face.
"Buh- buuh-" she stuttered while swallowing rapidly.
Unable to help herself, she lowered her bent knee until it touched the ground. On all fours now, she lowered her stomach. Her hips jolted with a sharp crack, freeing her tailbone. She moaned and raised her ass. The girl's knees slid on the sidewalk as she spread them.
In the woods again in her mind, shoved until she was bending over the fallen log. Offering herself up to the male. Submitting to him.
"Buuuuh-" she moaned while sweat dripped from the tip of her nose.
If someone walked up to her in that single moment - if a guy mounted her or a girl shoved her mouth against her pussy or fingers inside, she would allow it. No - she would scream for joy at being used and-
"Nngh-" Cynthia gasped. Her joints groaned when she forced herself up, as if they would prefer her down on all fours. She paused while on her knees in order to rub her arms. Curly white hairs flattened against her skin when she wiped the sweat dotting her forearms and the back of her hands.
Hidden from her sight, layers of keratin formed over the tips of her toes. Black nail polish cracked to show gray gaps as the nails grew ragged and dense. They pushed against the tips of her shoes, forcing her heels back while scrunching her toes. The widening nails connected her big toe to the next and the conjoined claw curved down to grind against the sole of her shoe. The other three toes clicked as they were forced together, creating the second claw of her cloven hooves.
The laces on her Keds sawed through the eye holes as they tightened and the knots themselves trembled. For a brief moment she felt cramps in her feet but the pain faded quickly to the dullness of lost sensitivity.
She stood on trembling legs. A new muscle wiggled low in her back. It twisted over the floating tip of her tailbone while pushing it out. Skin flexed above the crack in her ass, visible in the gap between her shirt and shorts. White stubble grew over the small bump and up to a tiny peak that pointed to the wool mostly hidden beneath her shirt.
Her painfully high arousal remained. She gripped her stomach, squeezing and massaging the sensitive skin. A single drop of milk expressed through tiny holes flat on her belly.
She needed to be fucked. Cynthia licked her lips. The passages from the books filled her mind but her brow wrinkled as her mind refused to place her in the shewolf's place. She no longer was the one causing the infection. Instead, she saw herself running through the woods as if chased. Growls sending shivers down her spine while hot breath puffed against her shoulder until claws gripped her, holding her down and...
"Ohhhhh, fuuuuck," Cynthia moaned. She swayed and leaned into a nearby street light. It'd been weeks since she'd randomly hooked up with her ex after a night out of drinking heavily.
Paper fluttered against her hair as a gust of wind blew through the campus. She stepped back unsteadily on her still shifting hooves to stare at what had touched her. The knot on her left shoe, looser than the right, unraveled when tendons shortened and pulled, making it uncomfortable for her to stand flat-footed.
She reached out to hold the paper steady while reading the large lettering. Curly white hairs waved against the back of her bare calf when another gust flowed around her, soothing the heat pulsing throughout her body.
One of the frats was hosting an open party that night. She recognized the fraternity from the name and their reputation. It wasn't her scene - full of entitled boys coasting off of their parent's wealth. Cocky in the wrong way and they looked down on almost everyone else.
"Baa-aa-ut," she bleated while rubbing her belly. There were bumps beneath the skin and she moaned while biting her lip with her flattened teeth. It felt good and she thrust her ass out while the tiny, exposed tip of her tail wiggled wildly. "But, god, I need some dick."
Just the thought of it made her breathless. Surrounded by all those men, full of hormones while low on common sense and morals.
Soft white hairs emerged beneath the band of her studded collar, spreading around it and up towards her jaw.
"Maa-aa-baa-aaa-ybe, even without a condom," she moaned, pulling at twin bumps on the vaguely pink skin low on her belly. A thin stream of milk dribbled from the tip of one of the bumps. "All that thick cum, mmmmm inside of me, god fuck yes."
A narrow wet spot appeared on the seat of her shorts. She grinded her legs together, rubbing the curly wool spreading high on her inner thighs against the rough fabric. Her outer labia were angry and red and swollen from the blood pumping through her clit and pussy. The wet spot widened as she pulled on her incomplete teats.
Cynthia stared at the strange full moon. It was huge in the sky and oddly gray with only a portion lit by the hidden, set sun. A part of her mind raised an alarm, but it was far too quiet compared to the roaring heat filling her brain. She swore she could see the craters and scars and she moaned while bowing to its regal presence.
The piercings lining the edge of her ears bounced as the edges of her ears flexed and rolled inwards. Her headphones slid back before falling down, bumping along her back to land on the ground. She dropped her Walkman and moaned, rubbing her tiny udder with one hand while her other massaged her sore breasts. Fine white hairs grew from the back of the stretching skin when her folded ears lengthened. The hairs crept down over her vanishing earlobes and around to the base of her jaw, growing thicker as they traveled until they took on a wooly consistency.
Her long ears swiveled at the sudden sound of loud music. She turned to look at a well lit yard five houses down from where she stood, on the other side of the street. The tip of her nose wiggled. Cartilage crunched and the tip of her nose tilted backwards while shrinking slightly on her face. At the same time, her nostrils pulled back and the flesh bubbled into tiny bumps.
Cynthia's Keds smacked against the pavement when she crossed the street. She walked on her new hooves with her shoes valiantly hanging on, slapping against the concrete with every step.
Several people, men and women, glanced her way but most were lost in their drinks and conversations. A small crowd stood around the open front door with far more inside. Cynthia moved eagerly, desperately to wade into them - to feel their bodies against her.
Madonna's voice played loudly from some boombox within, followed by a short pause before a Tears For Fears song started. Her ears twisted, angling backwards as countless conversations surrounded her, mixing with the music.
And the smells. She moaned as she thrust herself inside. Her bra strained against her chest, pulling tight before slipping down, sliding over the swelling curves of her growing breasts. Curly white wool grew between them. Her shirt lifted as her tits continued to expand and her nipples formed small, barely flattened bumps as they became erect. Milk welled from the tips of her nipples but her black shirt hid the wet spots when they soaked into the fabric.
Her left foot, bent at an angle with her arch extended and covered in flat white fur, slipped from her shoe. Her hoof cracked against the floor and she kicked her right foot, freeing it to allow her to stand on both cloven hooves.
Heads turned to follow her in a slow wave. A peculiar musk rose from her body. In her wake, light touches turned to heavy petting and more - hands slipping beneath clothes to stroke and finger. A few full cups dropped to the carpet when lovers twinned themselves around each other, kissing and groping and grinding.
She paused to catch her breath in a small nook near the kitchen. A slender young man - a new pledge with pimples covering his face - stepped out with three cups. He went up to his toes to scan the crowd for the seniors who had ordered him to grab drinks. As he stood there, a few feet away from Cynthia, his pupils widened and a bulge appeared in his crotch. The drinks dropped from his hands and nobody complained when they were splashed by the cheap beer.
He turned to her with his lips parted. She watched him approach. He was far enough away from her type that she should've been disgusted by him. His tan khakis looked like they were freshly steamed and his polo shirt was tucked in with a belt holding all in place. He was slender with oily hair and-
"H- hi," his voice cracked when he spoke. "I- I- I-"
He bumped into her and she moaned, opening her arms to pull him against her soft body. Her baggy shorts bit into her hips when fatty tissue pushed against the skin, widening her figure. His hands gripped the wool spreading over her back and she moaned.
"I- I- I-" he stuttered.
"Shhhh, it's okay," she told him as she undid his belt. Someone moaned nearby and she spied a man lifting his girlfriend against the wall before sliding his bare cock into her, with her panties slid aside. Cynthia moaned in response. She worked faster, unzipping him and gripping the boy's cock.
He grunted and came within seconds, splashing her chest and belly and face while bucking and grunting.
"S- Sor- Sorry, I- mmph-!" She stopped him by stepping in to kiss him deeply with one hand massaging his testicles and the other still stroking him. Despite cumming, he was hard and she trembled at the thought of him inside of her. She wanted to make him feel good. She wanted to pleasure him and be pleasured. To be used by him.
A hand rubbed her ass - not from the boy she was kissing. Fingers worked her zipper and she gasped from the pain of the little metal teeth catching into the thick wool covering her mound. Someone nibbled on her ear and a hand took her wrist, guiding her to a waiting cock. She took it willingly until the boy she was kissing stepped back. His docile face was gone, replaced with a half feral look. He grabbed the front of her taut shirt and pulled, tearing it to free her swollen, aching breasts.
Milk squirted from Cynthia's nipples when the boy squeezed her tit and she nearly orgasmed from his touch. He snapped at the men and women touching Cynthia and they snarled quietly in return before retreating, just barely out of reach. Waiting to step in again.
With a rough hand, he turned her and shoved her against the wall where she caught herself with both hands out. She arched her back, rocking with her legs spread and her broad, short tail curving up. The bottom curves of her ass cheeks showed in her straining shorts as they filled out and a tear formed in the seat of her jeans. Encouraged by this, the boy reached his fingers into the tear, ripping it further to expose her pussy. Her panties were a thin strip between her engorged inner lips and her entire crotch shined from the cum covering her skin and wool.
The boy slapped at an approaching male before gripping Cynthia's panties to move them aside. He held himself and pushed against her, lost to her musk and nearly mindless with lust.
"Baa-aaa-aaaaaah!" Cynthia bleated when the head of his cock, slick with her juices, slipped up towards her asshole. She reached beneath herself, rubbing her teats while grabbing his cock and sliding it down. And inside. "BAAAAAAAA!"
She came, hard, and only his arms kept her upright as he leaned in and immediately started pounding into her. No words escaped his lips - only a guttural mixture of sounds. She tightened around him until she could feel the veins covering his cock against the ridges and whorls of her slick pink pussy.
Another hand touched her chin, turning her head. Gaps showed in her gums due to her lengthened jaw. She turned and a tongue forced its way past her lips. Someone else took her hand, lowering it until she touched a swollen clit. Cynthia swirled her finger against the little nub while sucking on the tongue filling her short snout.
A hot breath on her udder was followed by wet lips surrounding her swollen, inch long teat. Cynthia bucked and shuddered, clenching against the cock pounding into her as she came again. The boy behind her growled and his arms, wrapped beneath her huge, quaking tits, gripped her tighter. With a snarling hiss, he came inside of her - her first time without a condom - and she shoved back with a sharp bleat, eager for his seed. He gasped as he came before stumbling backwards, lost to the writhing crowd.
Fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples. A new mouth touched hers, kissing her. She lost herself to the turmoil when hands grabbed her hips to pull her down to a waiting cock. A second rubbed against her asshole until it was slick with her cum and the boy's cum. She screamed when it spread her ass open and that orgasm made her pass out.
Cynthia woke while riding the cock beneath her. Her tail slapped her own ass, touching the cock thrusting into her asshole and she moaned, loudly. When a third cock touched her furry cheek, she turned and opened her mouth immediately, hungry for more.
The orgy spread quickly through the frat house, consuming all in its wake until people passed out from pure exhaustion.
Several hours later, Cynthia stood at the end of the stairs on shaking legs. Her entire body was sore and she'd been completely stripped at some point. Moaning, naked bodies covered the ground around her, forcing her to walk carefully while apologizing quietly when she stepped on people with her hooves. Her tail flicked behind her.
The air gusting through the open door felt cool and delicious over her cum-covered wool. She followed it, making her way carefully outside once more.
In the darkness of the witching hour, she walked down the path to the sidewalk. The moon loomed above her, cold and gray with shadows cast over its terrain. Her crotch was numb and cum dribbled liberally from her pussy before latching onto her wool and stretching into strings that traveled down her legs like creamy, liquid Slinkies.
The walk home was short and she was grateful the door was unlocked since her key was in her shorts, lost somewhere back at the frat house. She let herself inside, drunk from the changes and the pull of the full moon hidden from her sight.
Her roommate, Ruth, quietly snored in her bed on her side of their shared room. Cynthia closed the door and stared at the prone girl. Her roommate wore her nightgown, as always, and her blanket was tossed aside.
It was still there. Despite the hours of sex, she could feel it. The urge. The need. She couldn't stop herself as she willingly gave into it, going to her roommate. Her hooves click-clacked against the linoleum floor until she knelt by the bed.
A sudden impulse took her. She reached between her thighs, swiping her fingers through her pussy before bringing them up to her roommate's dark forehead to wipe them on the girl's skin in the shape of an upside-down cross. It shined brightly for a second before fading back to creamy whiteness.
"I anoint you," Cynthia whispered as the slender, studious girl moaned and twisted in her sleep.
The frame of the bed was lower than the mattress, allowing Cynthia to crawl up at the foot of the bed. She slid her roommate's gown carefully up her thighs to reveal simple panties over a wild, untrimmed tangle of pubic hair. The sleeping girl's steady, slow breathing began to speed up and her small chest rose and fell in time. Her relaxed fingers clutched at her blanket as if kneading it.
Cynthia moaned as she bent forward to nuzzle the tip of her fuzzy snout into her roommate's crotch. Her mouth opened and her thick tongue unrolled to lick the girl's hidden pussy from her asshole up to the small mound of her hooded clit.
"Haa- Wha- MMMM-!" Ruth gasped before writhing and arching her back on the bed. Her pupils dilated and she grunted while thrusting back against the tongue dragging over her pussy. Delicate little fingers pulled at the waistband of her panties, tugging them down to show distended lips with a hint of glistening cum between them.
Cynthia rubbed her nose into the girl's pussy, coating herself in her roommate's juices before licking her and then shoving her tongue inside. Ruth lifted her lips and slammed them back to the bed. She reached down, gripping Cynthia's black hair in a tight fist.
As she licked, Cynthia brought her hand around to rub her roommate's clit, pushing the hood back until she touched the smooth skin beneath.
"Haaaa! Haaaaa! Haaaaaa!" the young black woman cried out, lost in the intense waves of pleasure radiating from her virgin pussy. A golden cross shined on her chest as it slid around to the bed beneath her. "Something- Something's coming-! Something-! I have to- I have to- I-!"
Ruth gasped. Her ass slammed repeatedly against the bed as her first orgasm exploded within her petite body. She trembled and twitched and gasped from the aftershocks while Cynthia stood back and licked her roommate's cum from her lips.
Satisfied once more, Cynthia bleated happily and walked to her own bed. She curled up and fell asleep almost immediately.
Comments
Heather Graham
I'm glad to hear it :)
JasonN
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Heather Graham
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Wolfizen
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