beast, first, f solo, light ws, exhib, rape


NOTE: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION INTENDED FOR ADULTS 21+.

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By age 12, I was an angry little girl.

Well, for the moment, anyway.

I really, really wanted to masturbate, but I didn't know how. So
I just sort of, "experimented" in front of the mirror in my
parents' bedroom instead.

I was mooning the mirror, having my mind absolutely blown by the
sight of my own asshole. I'm very pale skinned, and the lovely
dark, dark brown spot contrasted so vividly with my butt skin
that it amazed me. This, combined with the fact that I could
actually see my own vagina lips had done wonders to get me
aroused. That my body temperature had risen was a given, but it
would be years before my pussy would every be that fucking soggy
again. Marveling at the stubble of my newly grown pubic hair had
left my nipples painfully erect, as well. This sensation was all
together new to me, and I fucking loved it.

This was one of my early masturbatory experiments. Thinking back
on it now, I'd have to tell you that they were very, very eccentric, 
to say the least:

I would wander around my room with my ass hanging out,
unceremoniously unveil my pussy and tits to different mirrors and
our family pets, pee in the backyard or into plastic cups in
random rooms of the house, hump on pillows reading my mom's
trashy romance novels or looking at my older brother's porn
collection, put my pussy around the support bars of the swing set
in our backyard and hump it, etc., etc.

But, now, I wanted to jill off, only I didn't know how.

Cthulu, our dog, wandered in. I went up to him.

Sometimes when I did this, I was fond of pretending he was one of
the man-sluts in one of my mom's trashy books (a remnant of
playing `house' with him when I was younger): 

I never actually touched him when I did this. All I did was show
him my body, talk to him, and mouth-in his responses.
Then, I'd let myself become aroused at the naughtiness
of making my "private parts" public
to "someone", of getting to say words I knew
would've got me in trouble, of having him "say" sweet,
romantic rejoinders to me.

I turned around, bent over as far as I could, and stuck 
my ass right in his face.

"Look at my butt, Cthulu! Ain't it pretty? Look at my privates!
Look my privates! Ain't my VV pretty? Ain't I the prettiest,
sexiest girl in the whole, wide world?!" He licked my butt cheek.
I giggled.

I looked at myself in the mirror again. I lifted my shirt and bra so 
I could see my tiny titties.  I let my fingers pass gently over the minute, 
newly-formed, mosquito-bite mounds of flesh that now supported 
my nipples. I shivered with pleasure.

I continued examining myself in the mirror. I thrusted my pelvis forward. 
I spread my vulva apart and then I just...just stared. My eyes traced down, 
past my naval, to the triangular mass of curly pubic hair sprouting around
my pink pussy.

It felt so good to admire my own nudity. My small breasts made me
proud and turned me on at the same time. To me, they were a clear
sign of my newly discovered sexuality. Gazing down at the mass of
pubic hairs just visible between my legs,  I rubbed vigorously at
either side of my vulva, between my lips and inner thighs.

Cthulu started sniffing my asshole. I giggled again.

He set up on his hindquarters, put his front legs around my left
leg, and started humping. His red, doggy boner had extended a
little before I got a chance to flee.

"Eeeek!" I squealed, and kicked him away.

I ran for the bedroom door as fast as I could, but with my pants
around ankles, you can see how it didn't take long for me to
trip.

I fell with a 'thud', face down, ass up.

Cthulu pounced on my back, shoved, and in it went; right up my
sopping-wet hole. I felt a gentle parting when he first
penetrated me. Then, suddenly, I felt *filled*. Completely and
totally (ful)filled. Completely and totally filled up.

Then I realized I was in terrible pain. There was no hymen to
be broken, as I'd broken it falling off a fence a year
earlier. But, still: boy, did it ever fucking *hurt*.

For a budding masochist who doesn't understand who she is yet,
enjoying being in as much pain as I was in at that moment can be
a terrifying feeling. Utterly terrifying. But, the paradox is:
you're a masochist. Besides liking pain, you get off on being
terrified, too.

And so, for the first time in my life...I began to get off.

It's easy to say I should've struggled, fought him off and been
really devastated by it all, but I wasn't. At least, not right
then. After it was over, I'd hate myself, blame myself, all the
things that rape victims do. But for the moment...well, let me
put it this way:

For the first time, there was a fat, hard cock in my pussy; for
the first time, there was big, strong, powerful male on my back.

It was only when I felt Cthulu's cock begin to expand inside me
that I remembered the PBS special I'd seen on animal mating. I
remembered it saying something about the fact that when a dog
gets hard, the base of its cock blooms into a fleshy knot. By the
point I remembered that, though, it was way too late; his knot
had swollen in my pussy and I was caught, his to fuck for as long
as he damn well pleased.

"Oh Cthuluuuuuu!" I screamed.

Now, I tried not to enjoy it. I really did. But it was
impossible, and by the time I screamed his name, I'd given up.
After all,  he felt *so* warm, so, so very furry on my back 
and against my ass:

His cock was scaldingly hot. He hammered my pussy. 
I mean, just *hammered* it.  His paws were squeezing gently on 
either side of my waist, as though I were being swept up tenderly 
by some suave, Prince Charming from my early, innocent 
sexual fantasies. 

I was sprawled flat on the floor with Cthulu sitting on my ass,
humping away as I moaned uncontrollably. But Cthulu wasn't
focused on my moaning: he carried on, humping at my
boney, bare bottom. He panted and slobbered all over 
my neck as he rode me. He had at least five inches, 
and all of it was mine, was deep inside me. 
I could feel the tip tapping just out of reach of my
cervix while his fat, knotted cock pushed on my clit from behind.
The newness of this experience only served to further turn 
me on.


Constant, rhythmic motion in my pussy. That's what I remember
about it most. My clit was straining and, although I didn't
recognize the yearning yet, was utterly desperate to be rubbed,
licked, sucked. I was really terrified as the orgasm rose within
me. I didn't recognize the tingling feeling emanating from
between my thighs, from my clit. The terror was utterly and truly
sublime. Then, suddenly, I had a moment of self-awareness:


I was losing my virginity to dog. A dog was fucking me. A dog. 
A Big. Shaggy. Dog. A dog, with his fur tickling down between
my ass cheeks; with his paws squeezing my waist; with his cock 
nestled deep in my virgin pussy, swollen and locked in place, 
pumping me like a deflated tire.

The very second I realized this, I came, screaming as it hit me,
slamming my fists and feet on the floor in a frenzy of ecstasy,
of intoxication, of shame as the first orgasm I'd ever had
tingled, rose up, burst. Cthulu and I were knotted together. 
We were one with each other. And I could feel everything:

His fur on my back and ass, his paws on the flesh of my waist,
his fat, throbbing knot in my pussy. It all merged into one
delicious, sublime experience as I came.

Then, just as fast as it had begun...it was over. I stood up,
pulled my pants up, stumbled blankly into my bedroom,
and proceeded to cry myself to sleep.
THE END.