Author: Sterling
Title: Beast-iality: Humans Doing Sex Like Different Beasts
Summary: Nature presents us with an amazing variety of animals
with an amazing variety of life stories. All of them have sex,
some way or other. Here are the sexy little stories of humans who
have sex the way some species or other does it. Caution!
Keywords: MF,mF,cons,reluc,Zoo,ScFi,rough,snuff,gang,beast,preg,p
ublic,cannib,caution,violent,

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 9/2/2020.

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Beast-iality: Humans Doing Sex Like Different Beasts

Species 1

"Hey, Frank, will you have sex with me?" asked Sarah.

"Hey, I'm still resting after my afternoon nap. Ask me later..."

An hour later... "What about now, Frank?"

"OK, OK..."

Sarah knelt, sticking her butt up in the air. Both were naked in
the warm tropical air. Frank's penis grew to its erect state
within a few seconds. He knelt behind her, held her butt in his
hands, and pressed forward, his cock tip bumping hard against her
butt. But she felt where the bump was and slid her butt to the
side so on his next press it found her softer place. With a third
thrust his penis went in, with a fourth it went deeper, and with
a fifth he started ejaculating. He was done in three seconds,
then pulled out and yawned.

"Thanks, Frank," she said.

"Yeah, when was the last time we did it... three years ago? And
that's what started little Rachel?"

"Sounds right."

"Well, I'm sure you'll come see me in three years when you want
another baby."

"Sure will."

Later, Frank approached his son Bill. He'd had his eye on him for
some time now, but now it was time for The Talk.

"Hey, Bill."

"Yes, dad?"

"It's time you took off."

"Really? You want me to leave?"

"You have to leave."

"Why?"

"Because you're getting old enough to start fathering babies
soon, and all the women here belong to me."

"Some of them do look... kind of interesting"

"That's exactly why you have to leave. If I see you within twenty
miles of here I'll beat you to a pulp."

"OK, dad. But I have to just live alone for such a long time.
Maybe forever."

"Not if you're the biggest and strongest! ... I had to leave my
group when I got to be your age. Wandered around for a couple
years, ate, got big and strong. And I traveled all over the
place, checking out all the bands I could find. Usually nothing
doing, but then I found one where I could tell the big man was
getting sick. So I hung around the edges. A couple other men did
too. When the old one died there were three of us vying to be the
new big man. We had a terrific fight. I lost a couple fingers and
got these scars here, but I won! Sent the other two packing! And
this band was mine!"

"Yeah, you've told me this story before..."

"And of course I killed all the babies. Your big sister, who you
never met. Six others. The women were pissed, of course. But it
was my band now. And then one by one the women came into season
and I started new babies in all of them. Fifteen now, I think.

"Yeah, of course you killed the other guy's babies. And I'll do
the same when I get my own band some day."

"That's the spirit, son.... Farewell!"

"Farewell, Dad."

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Species 2

"Hey, Suzy, you're coming into heat soon, I can tell. I can smell
it," said John.

"Yeah, probably. You be willing to fuck me when I do?"

"Sure thing, babe."

Suzy felt the changes happening inside. The next day, it was
time.

She found a park bench in the center of town and set up. All the
men who got anywhere near her could smell. The smell made their
cocks start swelling.

She lay down on the bench and spread her legs.

The gathering men didn't seem to care much who went first. She
was happy to let them sort it out.

Seymour was first. She'd never had a penis inside her before, and
now Seymour's went right in. It felt pretty good. Stung a little,
but it felt right. Very, very right! He fucked in and out for
thirty seconds. He groaned and held still. That meant he was
ejaculating inside her. When he pulled out, old Dave took his
turn. In with the cock, thrusting a while, and then he held still
too. More sperm. Then Carl. Then Aaron. Then Zach. Then Fred.
Then Eric.

When there were no more guys lined up to fuck her, she got up and
went looking herself. She had kept careful track of all the ones
who'd done it to her. Were there any other males in their
village? There was Walter. He was halfway between boy and man,
but she sure wanted to give him the chance.

"Hey, Walter," she said. "You willing to fuck me?"

"Well, OK, never done it before."

"It's not very difficult..." She lay back on his bed and spread
her legs wide. "There's my pussy. You just stick it in."

"Like that?"

"Yeah, like that. Then you hump in and out... Yeah, that's right.
Then you finish up."

Minutes went by. Walter kept fucking.

"You're not finishing up?"

"I'm just fucking. Feels good, but..."

"Keep going as long as you want."

After several more minutes, he went a little faster and said,
"Aaahhh!", then pulled out. She didn't know if he was faking it,
but kind of wondered.

"When I have my baby, you remember I let you fuck me."

"I'll remember."

She went to visit Victor. Victor was old and sick. "Hey, Victor,
you wanna fuck me?"

"Oh, I dunno..."

"Aw, c'mon, please? At least try?"

Victor hefted himself up with a groan and made to mount Suzy. She
felt him grab her butt and felt him make thrusting motions, but
nothing went into her.

"Guess I'm not up for it," he said.

"Aw, that's OK. But just remember I let you, right? You had the
chance?"

"Right, I remember."

"Hey, Robert."

"Yeah, Suzy?"

"You wanna fuck me?"

"I'm too young to fuck."

"You sure? Don't even want to try?"

"Nah..."

"Well, remember I let you have a turn, OK?"

"Yeah, I'll remember."

Suzy went through her mental inventory. All the healthy males in
the prime of life had smelled her condition and found her and
fucked her. She went around to the boys who were just coming into
their own to make sure they all had their chance too. And all the
old and sick men. But now she was worried because Mark and Oscar
were away from the band on an expedition. She sure hoped they'd
come back soon. Because it was important that they fuck her. Very
important. Finally they got back. Mark was willing to fuck her
right away. Oscar was feeling kind of sick, so he didn't right
away. Suzy hung around his house all night long. It was important
he have his chance. It was important he do it. She was dozing in
the living room when she heard him get up at three to use the
bathroom. She accosted him on the way back to bed. "Fuck me now,
please?"

"I'm tired."

"But you want to father my baby, right?"

"Well, yeah, that's true."

"Won't take more than a couple seconds... there, I see your cock
getting hard."

"Well, OK... Over the sofa in the living room."

"Sure, sure..."

Suzy bent over the sofa. Oscar mounted from behind and fucked
her. Didn't even take ten seconds before he groaned as he spermed
her pussy, then staggered back to bed.

Suzy went through the list once more... yeah, she'd gotten every
man and boy to fuck her. Or at least given them a chance.

It was what she wanted to do... it's what her instinct made her
do. But she also understood why. A couple years ago, Linda had
come into heat. And most of the men had done it to her, and she'd
gone around like Suzy and found the boys on the cusp of manhood,
and the old men and the sick ones. But there was one guy, Steve.
She hated Steve, so she didn't let him fuck her. Her baby was
born nine months later, of course, and when he was young he
stayed within sight of Linda. But then when he was two he
wandered away exploring, the way toddlers do -- and then he was
found murdered. Steve. Steve did it. And while everyone was sad,
they also figured it was Linda's fault. No woman in heat ever
told a man he couldn't fuck her. That was insane. No matter how
much you hated him, you could never tell a man to get lost. You
had to let him do you and dump his sperm in you. That meant he
might be the father of the baby. But if he didn't get a chance,
he knew he couldn't possibly be the father, and men had that urge
to kill the babies they know they didn't father. No one could
blame them, that's just the way they were. It was Linda's fault.

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Species 3

"Hey, Cathy, you're in season. I can smell it," said Wesley.

"Well, duh," said Cathy.

"Well, I'm ready to fuck you any time."

"I'm sure you are." She was aware of the fucking bench, right in
the center of the town square. It's where she'd do it... at some
point.

Just then Ulysses wandered up. "Hey, Wes, I wanna fuck Cathy.
You're a loser. Get lost!"

"Them's fighting words, Ulysses." With that he took a hard swing
at Ulysses's jaw. Ulysses swung back. Blows were landed. They
grappled and rolled on the floor.

Cathy looked on with interest. She was figuring Wes would be the
daddy, but Ulysses... if he could beat Wes, he was pretty
handsome too.

Then Wes was on top of Ulysses, who lay face down. And Wes had
Ulysses's arm behind his back, twisted.

"Give!" he shouted.

"No!" said Ulysses, struggling. He couldn't dislodge Wes.

Wes yanked on the arm. Ulysses screamed.

"Give!"

Ulysses hesitated, then said "No!" and struggled again. He
actually got partway out of Wes's grasp before Wes had him once
more, and twisted his arm up behind him hard. "Give!"

Ulysses screamed with pain. It even made Cathy wince. "OK, I
give!" shouted Ulysses.

Wes got up. Ulysses staggered to his feet.

"Wimp!" taunted Wes.

"Yeah, yeah, but next time..." Ulysses limped off.

Ted was watching from some distance away.

"You want the same treatment?" said Wes, striding in his
direction.

"No, no... I'm outta here," said Ted, quickly hurrying away.

So now Wes returned his attention to Cathy. He was strong and
handsome. And she knew she'd have to let him do it to her,
eventually. But it hurt so much! Not yet.

"Come on, baby, you know you gotta do it."

"Oh, shut up, Wes," said Cathy.

"Starts like this," he said, sidling around behind Cathy and
grabbing her hips.

"Hey, you mind your manners!" said Cathy, wrestling free and
cuffing him. Cathy knew Wes could beat her up easy, make a pulp
out of her. But she also knew he didn't want to. He wanted to
father her baby. And when he did, he'd feel great and she'd hurt
like hell. It pissed her off.

She glared at him and lay back on the bench.

"That's more like it, baby," leered Wes. He began letting his
naked body down on hers, and slid his hands around her neck. "You
love this, I know," he said, starting to strangle her.

Rage swelled within her. Suddenly she writhed beneath him and
threw him off. "Asshole!" Her neck hurt.

"Hey, I'm patient," said Wes. "You know you need it." He leered
at her again.

"Oh, fuck off," said Cathy. She needed to pee, so she went to the
bathroom. Wes followed her.

"A little privacy, please?" she said.

"A little, yeah, but can't let any other man near you...."

Cathy peed.

"Ah, it's so strong when you pee, the smell. You need it!"

Cathy wandered away. Damn him! But she felt that churning
inside... stronger now than ever.

Cathy glared at him, but she also felt that churning inside her
-- that hunger. She was in heat, and she needed to be bred, no
matter how much it hurt. Still, it was humiliating, and boy was
it uncomfortable.

But finally she lay back again, and said, "OK, but don't gloat!"

"OK, no gloating," said Wes.

Maybe he was still gloating inside, maybe he wasn't, but at least
he had the decency not to show it.

She let her head back against the bench too, and Wes let himself
down on her and put his hands around her neck and started
strangling. She was tempted to throw him off once more, but she
knew she couldn't. She'd have to let him do it sooner or later.
So she lay there, having a lot of trouble breathing, gasping, and
then unable to breathe at all. Her vision started going black,
but then it cleared, as Wes let up a little. She knew he wouldn't
kill her. You can't father a baby with a dead woman. He already
had her pinned down below, his strong legs holding her weaker
ones apart. She started blacking out again, and once more he
loosened his stranglehold. Then she felt it down below. His cock.
His cock pressed on her vagina, and pressed again, and then it
was inside. Big, thick, thrusting. It was what she needed, but
she knew and dreaded what happened next... Big deep thrust, and
then the searing pain. Around the base of his cock were spines.
Sharp as knives. When his penis went all the way into her vagina,
the spines went into Cathy's tender flesh. She would have
screamed, but he was still strangling her. But now she knew it
was over, she had what she needed, and this was enough! She
writhed and struggled under him, and he didn't resist hard. She
threw him off, screaming at him. She punched him over and over
again. He shielded his face but didn't punch back. He looked
awfully pleased with himself, asshole. Her pussy hurt like hell.
Looking down, she saw some blood trickling out of the puncture
wounds.

"You gonna stay mad at me forever?" he said calmly. At least not
gloating.

"No, I guess not -- asshole."

"If that one didn't take, I'll be delighted to be an asshole
again..."

Oh, God! It might not take, and then she'd have to do it over
again. Please, let the sperm do their job! Hopefully he'd
strangled her long enough, and come close enough to killing her,
and knifed her pussy flesh deep enough with spines...

She knew -- they all knew -- that a guy could just put his cock
in a little and ejaculate, without the strangling or the
stabbing. It wouldn't hurt. But a woman would never get pregnant
like that. Without the strangling and the stabbing with the
multiple knife-like spines at the base of the penis, women never
got pregnant. No one knew why, but that's the way it was.

Hopefully she'd have her baby in nine months. Wes would take no
special interest in it -- fathers never did. But she felt a
little thrill as she thought of him -- he was handsome and
powerful.

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Species 4

Anya was getting excited. She was now sexually mature. Soon it
would be time to mate -- the one brief period she would mate in
her life. She would store the sperm in her body and it would
father her babies for years and years to come. She'd never get
more -- she never could get more. In the next hour or so, one or
more men would fuck her and dump their sperm. It was always
better to get more than less, in case one of the guys was sterile
or something. Yet that rarely happened...

The men were onto her now, approaching with interest. Men were
always around somewhere, but you rarely saw more than one at once
-- unless a girl was in heat. Then they gathered. She ran as fast
as she could, sprinting, and ended at the lounge chair on the
porch. She figured whichever one could run fastest and get to her
first should go first.

Mostly she felt neutral about men; they were just part of the
scenery. But now, at this moment, this first man who reached her
was very, very interesting. Handsome and powerful...

She lay back, and he eagerly approached, cock twitching. He lay
on her and the cock went in. It was novel and thrilling. In and
out it went, and it felt really good to her!

And then he groaned, and she knew he was pulsing sperm up inside
her. Spurt after spurt of the creamy stuff of life, stuff that
could last a lifetime inside her.

By then a couple other men had arrived, and she looked at their
cocks and thought how great it would be to get their sperm
contributions too.

The man pulled away. "That was great, baby," he said, grinning at
her. But suddenly there was blood everywhere. When he pulled
away, his cock stayed inside her -- deep inside her, locked in
place. It had detached from his body, and now blood was spurting
out of him with each beat of his heart, spurting out of the stump
where his cock had been attached.

"Oh, I want a chance to get at you!" said one of the other men.
"Let's get that damned thing out of the way." Anya liked that
idea, and she tried reaching down to pull the penis out, but when
she tried it hurt. The thing was really attached to her. One of
the guys tried pulling too, but that hurt so much she shrieked
and pulled away. There was just no way to get that cock out of
her.

So she sat there staring at the men with the stiff cocks, and
staring at the cock that plugged her pussy tight, and staring at
the one guy who was now missing his cock, with the blood pulsing
out of him.

"Did you have to do that?" she asked him. "You're hurting."

"Oh, sure, I'm going to die soon."

"Couldn't you have just pulled it out?"

"Yeah, I coulda," he said. "But then these other guys would be
fathering some of your babies too, and I don't want that."

"I would've liked a little variety, maybe get to have sex more
than once in my life.."

"Sorry," said the man, with a wan smile. "That's the way we're
made."

"Would you have just committed suicide like that too?" she asked
the other guys.

"Of course, if we could," said the one. The other nodded.

"Sometimes the cock doesn't stay in tight like that, then we'd
get a chance ourselves, but sure we'd try to leave ours in there
too. All guys would."

"Well, OK."

"Bye now," said the cockless man with a dreamy smile, and then
passed out.

"So does this thing stay in me forever?" asked Anya.

"No, it'll get soft and come out -- just when you're done your
time and can't use sperm any more."

"Oh, well," she said.

Kind of flattering that the guy would kill himself just so he
could be the only one to father her babies... Hardly seemed worth
it. But the other guys said they would have done the same. No
understanding men!

So now on to the rest of her life. She'd have babies when the
time was right, one every couple years. No more mating required.
No more mating possible. Just her body deciding it was time.

She and her mother and her sisters, one big family. There would
be boys too, of course, but they tended to wander off on their
own when they got to be mature and live on their own. And she
guessed they waited around for the chance to commit suicide
fathering all of some girl's babies. That's what they lived for.

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Species 5

Bethany lived alone. All people lived alone, because food was so
scarce. If more than one person lived in the same square mile or
two, the food ran out. The one exception about living alone was
the brief time when mothers had their one and only litter of
babies. In preparation, they spent their lives trying to put on
weight, to get as fat as they could on the food around them.
Bethany was fat now. Once her babies were born, her body would
convert the fat to milk and they would live off her fat,
supplemented of course by what little she could scrounge from the
area around her. But the number of her children who survived
would be limited entirely by how fat she was.

So now she was pretty fat, and she felt restless. Her mother had
explained the facts of life to her before she died. At some point
she would feel restless, and that meant she was ready to have
sex. Hopefully a man would come, drawn by her scent. It might
take a while, and sometimes no man ever came at all. He would
have sex with her just once, and start her babies. She also
described to her how a gentleman should behave, though she'd had
trouble believing it.

And so now she heard sounds and then -- suddenly, another human!
She hadn't seen another human in years, since her mother died and
she and her siblings went different directions, never to meet
again.

And the human was a man. He grinned at her, and she grinned back.
She felt hot between the legs, and tossed her robe aside. The man
did the same, and there between his legs was the thing men had.
She vaguely remembered seeing a thing like that on her one
brother, but it was nothing like this. This one was huge, and
stiff, and it stuck right out from between his legs. She wanted
to get that thing into her, and the man had the same idea. She
lay back on her sleeping mat, the man got on top of her, and then
she felt the big thing go into her! So surprising, but so right!
That's just what she needed up in there. Sperm would shoot out
the end of this thing and start her babies.

She also felt very hungry. Why would she feel so hungry?

The man pumped his penis in and out vigorously for a minute,
making moans of pleasure, then gave a really satisfied moan and
stopped.

"Aaaaaahhh!" said the man. "I've given you all the sperm."

"OK, thanks. We done then?"

"No, of course not..." Then the man did what her mother said any
gentleman would do, he said, "Bite my neck and kill me, then feed
on my innards -- suck me dry!"

"You're kidding?"

"No, I'm not kidding..."

"You're gonna just let me kill you?"

"I want you to! In fact, I'd be real disappointed if you didn't.
I want our babies to live, and they only live if you're really
big and fat, and what better way to get big and fat than to eat
me up?"

"Well... "

His neck did look awfully tempting... Her mom said that's what a
good father would do, and she was awfully hungry.

"Kiss me first," he said, looking at her lovingly.

She smiled back at him, and kissed him. Then suddenly she
snarled, and sank her teeth into his neck and bit hard.

"Oh, that's it, baby! That's what I want... Feels so good....
Mmmmmm...."

And then he grew limp on top of her. Dead, she supposed, but she
was so hungry, and his body was a whole lot of food!

She had been hungry her whole life, and the whole point of life
was to eat and eat and eat and try to get fat. The man had been
eating too, because he was pretty plump too. Where she had bitten
there was fluid -- very tasty fluid. Blood, but not just blood.
She drank it up. Drank and drank and drank.

She paused to let her stomach adjust to all the calories flowing
in, but her stomach seemed ready to get more. So she sucked and
sucked on the opening in his neck. It was like his body was
turning to liquid inside. It started shrinking. The penis inside
her pulled out of her. She pulled away and put the man's corpse
on its back and put her mouth back on his neck, sucking and
sucking more and more.

And then when she'd sucked as hard as she could, there was
nothing left of him but a shrunken husk. She felt fatter than
ever before. Her babies would have a much better chance!

Her mother was right. Her mate had been a true gentleman!

She'd have to tell her daughters all about it so they would know
what to expect. She figured her sons would know what to do by
instinct, and probably she would have known too, even if her
mother hadn't told her, but it was nice to know that when she bit
into his neck so hard and killed him that was what he really
wanted her to do. It was part of the circle of life.

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Species 6

Katy grew up in the village with lots of other boys and girls. As
she got to a certain age, the boys looked interesting in a
different way -- really interesting. And the boys looked
interested in her and the other girls too. They talked with each
other. Sometimes a boy went out with a girl alone and they did
things together and talked, to see if they really liked each
other. They tried different combinations. Sometimes they kissed
and played around and she felt that sexual excitement -- but
never sex! That was too dangerous.

And then it was arranged. She might have preferred Luke, but Luke
had found someone else. But Thomas -- she was going to marry
Thomas.

So they got married and lived in their own little house. On the
wedding night Thomas fucked her. She'd been dreaming about it for
a long time, and then she finally got fucked. It hurt a little
the first couple times, but that wasn't important. It was great
to get fucked. Every time at the end Thomas moaned and groaned,
and that meant he was shooting sperm up into her.

Thomas went off hunting during the day and sometimes he came home
with a big hunk of meat. They shared it with the others but Katy
got the best parts. Thomas fucked her every morning and every
night, then after a while once a day was enough for him. He only
took a break when it was really bloody down there. Then he took a
couple days off.

To Katy it felt nice down there, and sometimes she kind of wished
he'd keep going. They said a woman could feel really good and
finish, like the man, but she didn't want to get into that. She
wanted Thomas to fuck her just the way he liked best.

Pretty soon her belly started growing big -- she was going to
have a baby! Some of Thomas's sperm had taken hold. Still Thomas
fucked her every day. She had the baby, and nursed it, and was
really thankful for the meat Thomas brought home. Some of the
other women and their babies went hungry when their men weren't
so good at bringing home meat.

He took a few weeks off from fucking her after the baby was born
(it was bloody), but then he was back at it. She wasn't as
enthusiastic but didn't mind. In time she got pregnant again from
all that fucking, and had another baby to join the toddler. And
then another a few years later.

It was part of the deal. He fucked her a lot. No one else fucked
her. He was the father of all the babies and he brought home the
meat for all of them.

She had ten babies, and only three died so seven grew up to be
adults. She was really proud and happy! Her sons and daughters
got married and had families of their own.

And even after she stopped having babies, Thomas kept on fucking
her every day and she liked it. It was how life worked.

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