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Mare huddled in her sleeping bag even though the night was surprisingly warmer than she expected it to be. The air did have a bit of a chill to it. Still, she was glad she wasn't wearing more than she was. She only needed her panties and a comfortable fitting sports bra to protect her nudity inside her comfy cocoon.

Even though this night could just be a silly farce, she wondered if she should be wearing anything at all. The things her friends told her most likely were just silly ghost stories, while the sounds on Rebecca's tape recorder must be an elaborate hoax. After all, why would the most popular girl in school share such a story with her?

She was the shy and weird misfit, the geek girl who liked anime, 'Dungeons, and Dragons,' and wore big, nerdy glasses. There was no reason for a preppy like Rebecca to come to her and tell her such a secret. Even more suspicious was how Rebecca presented her evidence to her. She had been so casual about it. While on the other hand, her two friends Donna and Linda spoke of this place with a forbidden and menacing tone.

This was a forest of monsters and witches, they said. Donna and Linda spoke about this area of the woods with all the scary wonderment they attributed to a scary house that sat in front of it. Every town has its haunted house, woods, or cemetery. That was just how it went, and usually with it came the regular dare to stay the night.

This time, no, the reaction of her friends and Rebecca who told her about these woods was strange. In one sense, it was a warning, a serious warning. Yet, at the same time, they were almost goading her to try to spend the night. No, they did not outright dare her, they didn't even suggest it. Nonetheless, it was almost as if they knew she had to investigate.

The stories they told were absurd and not very detailed. Donna and Linda told her about a deep cave in a meadow. Sprawled all over the cave walls were pictographs. Some said they were modern, painted by hoodlums. Others said they were quite old, prehistoric perhaps. Whatever the case may have been, it was said they depicted what happens to any woman or girl who dared to stay the night in these woods during a full moon. They said that the pictures, in crude detail, depicted monsters raping and deflowering woman. The pictographs depicted one massive orgy of bizarre and horrible things wielding massive and strange phalluses as they chased female figures down, capturing them, and then having their way with them in graphic positions suitable only for the 'Kama Sutra.'

Mare had reacted to these stories in typical fashion, with disgust and a healthy dose of disbelief. Secretly, she was intrigued. Nobody knew she had a fetish for such things. Mare thought about sex regularly. She was curious about it, and she was at an age ready to fully explore it. Maybe there was something wrong with her, maybe she was a young slut, but the idea of having a big, meaty appendage inside her body intrigued her to no end. It had ever since she learned about the birds and the bees at way too young of an age.

Mare blamed her childhood and how messed up it had been for the way she was now. She wasn't molested or anything. No, she was still very much a virgin. She was the product of a teenage pregnancy. Her mother was only seventeen when she was born. This led to her having an aunt who was only twelve-years-old when she was still only six. Her aunt and grandmother had lived across the street, and as a six-year-old, Mare constantly followed her aunt around as her playmate.

The only problem was her aunt Sherry was a troublemaker. She constantly misbehaved, began smoking when she was only fourteen, dropped out of high school, and the last Mare had heard, she had been sent to prison on drug charges. She was the reason Mare was forced to move away from her grandmother, especially after Sherry thought it was funny to teach her six-year-old niece all about sex through a collection of dirty magazines she had stolen from a convenient store.

Mare was fascinated with her aunt's descriptions of intercourse as well as the supplementary material she provided. After all, children do love picture books. Moreover, young children are also not good at keeping secrets. When Mare told her mother and then when she told her father, things didn't get pleasant. Especially since her parents, well, her whole community considered themselves morally upstanding Christians.

Mare became a quiet and reserved person after that. Talking about sex or expressing sexual interests became a terrible taboo. Regardless, the things her aunt had taught and shown her in those dirty magazines forever left an impression on her mind. Children have good memories and powerful imaginations. In secret, Mare utilized them both to explore this curiosity.

Now she was of a more proper age to explore her sexuality. However, her upbringing had taught her that she was supposed to have a romantic relationship with a man before having a sexual one. In addition, she was awkward and shy; she didn't find herself all that attractive. This made her terrible at the dating game. To tell the truth, after seeing the rocky relationship of her mother and father, she actually wanted to avoid permanent relationships anyway.

It was her fathers doing that made her dislike men. She was fascinated only with what lay between their legs and how it would feel inside of her. She had a fondness for animals, and so her childish imagination started to construct them into enjoyable cartoon characters like the ones she still watched on Saturday mornings. Then, in private and with personas that she had created for them, she imagined the perfect mate who would screw her in her imagined dreams. Sometimes these daydreams got a bit out of hand.

Therefore, when she had heard the folklore surrounding these woods, she was optimistically skeptical. The allure of having her erotic dreams somehow come true made her spend weeks asking others at school about this place. It probably didn't help her from being labeled as some sort of weirdo.

Her hard work paid off, her inquiries finally led her to the cave. The drawings inside depicted exactly what her friends and warned her about. They were very crude, some no better than what a toddler could draw, but still they were real. That was unless it was all a grand hoax concocted long ago that had now turned into a local fable young girls liked to tell to frighten each other. For as crude as the drawing were, the monsters were terrible indeed. They were not the cute cartoons she imagined, but demons from fevered nightmares. Images that have given Mare reason to pause and rethink this adventure.

After the discovery is when Rebecca, the most popular girl in school, gave her that tape recording and told her about her own personal account in these woods. Mare still didn't know why she had done this. The town was rife with folklore and fairy tales, it was just natural for young people to be curious and stupid when it came to exploring them, or at least that was Rebecca's excuse.

Mare intended to question her more after listening to the tape. Rebecca had successfully provided a deeper layer to the mystery. Mare had to know what happened to the others who had gone into these woods with Rebecca on that expedition. The tape recorded their voices as they set up camp in this very spot she set up her own tent. Rebecca's voice over the recorder was full of confidence that nothing was going to happen as she and her friends laughed and cooked smores over a fire. There was drinking involved and Rebecca successfully recorded their drunken confessions in a game of truth or dare.

Who were the other girls whose voices laughed and shouted into the woods with drunken revelry? Why was Rebecca recording them? What happened to them that night after Rebecca left the safety of the campfire? Rebecca had stepped away from her friends for some reason, but when she returned the recorded sounds on the tape became chillingly haunting. Rebecca's voice trembled as she tried to describe the background noises. It was hard to make her out in the chorus of monstrous roars, growls and animalist squeals.

'It's all true, all of it true.' Rebecca's voice wept into the recorder.

It was hard for Mare to understand much after that. It was just a cacophony of sounds. Sounds that started out as terrible and malevolent; screams and roars, the great stomping of massive figures breaking their way through the woods. Mare tried hard to understand what was going on and verify the authenticity of what she was hearing. The sounds started to take on erotic tones. They were still terrible and unearthly, nonetheless, something changed. The girls were moaning, if but forced, and the monsters were panting. The wet slapping sounds of bodies forced together could be clearly heard at times.

That was the end of the tape. Mare, left with her questions and fantasies oddly aroused. What others would find disturbing Mare had found exciting. Even now as she thought about it, she couldn't help but play with herself in the confines of her tight sleeping bag. She so badly wanted to ask Rebecca so many questions, but then Rebecca stopped coming to school. When Mare inquired as to why, she had been told she had moved. Everybody at school acted casual about it. It was as if though one day she was there, and then the other she had just disappeared and nobody was the wiser. The only evidence of her ever being there was the evidence she left in Mare's hands.  

All of this dangerously fueled Mare's imagination and wonder. Now, alone in the woods during the night of a full moon, she was waiting for monsters to come. It was a ridiculous concept. Being out here alone for the sake of exploring a silly superstition because she had secret fantasies was just absurdly stupid. Yet, here she was waiting to see if woodland boogiemen would take her virginity, all because she was a weird slut who was too awkward around real boys.

She listened to the wild noises outside her tent while trying to fall asleep. She expected that regardless of how restless she was, soon she would close her eyes to the mellow glow of the moon and find them startled by the cracking of dawn. It was the perfect opportunity to play with herself with these fancies running around in her head, but her other thoughts had crowded out her mood. She only had room for thoughts about her perspective of things, and what kind of person she was.

 

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Mare woke up to the sound of something large moving outside her tent. She didn't register it as something that should concern or frighten her. To her, It was just another sound of the wilderness and she turned over trying to go back to sleep. The crunching noise of leaves and twigs prevented this. Her senses told her it was much larger and much closer than originally believed.

She paid closer attention. Her imagination turned itself on to the fear and excitement of what could be making those sounds. It sounded like footsteps, large and heavy. Mare expected to hear voices accompanying them, like her friends or someone else from school. They were going to try to scare her or some other prank. She expected it ever since she planned this expedition.

Other noises accompanied those sounds but they weren't voices. She heard more footsteps moving all around her tent. Mare thought she might have heard a low growl or grunt, but there was a lot of other wilderness noise in the background: Crickets, noises of a nearby bubbling stream, and something small scurrying around the trees completely unafraid of the louder sounds. She thought she heard the low squeal of a pig. There were no pigs or wild boars in these mountains.

She shook her head in disbelief; it must have been her imagination.

Nevertheless, the heavy crunch of nearby twigs and leaves continued. Something brushed against her tent. It wasn't a minor occurrence and it made Mare cautiously sit up. She could see clearly her clothes and other belongings next to her. The moon was bright enough to illuminate through the tent's canvas. However, whatever was making the noises were not so close as to cast shadows on its walls. 

A slight breeze made the entrance flaps rustle. She didn't remember leaving the tent entrance that wide open. Moonbeams forced through the gap looked like ghastly fingers trying to claw their way inside. She sat for a long moment studying what she could see from where she laid. Nothing seemed unusual. She laid back down trying to convince herself nothing was out there but listened with anticipation all the same. 

Suddenly, in one quick moment, the sound of twigs and leaves crunched with rapid intensity. Something definitely ran toward her tent. The sound stopped just as quickly as it started, leaving Mare to lay there with the thumping sound of her heart beating intently inside her chest. She sat up again.

Just like before, she went about the business of looking around her and listening to the noises outside her tent. A large face sneered at her from the tent entrance. Its face was that of a terribly malevolent and sinister looking beast. It smiled with a wicked intelligence with eyes white and ghastly. Mare did not scream, her body was too stiff with fear to react while she looked straight into the eyes of the demon. The thing did not move while they sat staring at one another. It gave her time to realize that the shape and features of this things face and head were much like that of a rabbit with its long ears and wrinkly nose. Yet, there was something definably twisted and warped about it.

Its fur was incredibly short and course, almost to a point where she didn't think it had anything but loose, wrinkly, and naked skin. Its smile was far too wide as it stretched from drooping ear to ear. Next to its large bucked teeth were crooked but sharp canines. However, its milky white eyes grinned the most. They had a ghastly terribleness to them as they looked at her with hungry intent.

Mare stared at it and it back at her for a long time. She didn't dare move. The only sound and motion was the hard thumping of her heart inside her chest.

Finally, the creature silently backed out of her tent and stood up. It was a towering monstrosity; it must be big as a bear. Then it strode off, the sound of its feet hitting dry leaves faded into the distance.

Mare sat there just as motionless as she had been when she had first seen it. She couldn't get herself to move and the beating of her heart drowned out any sounds she was trying to listen for. All she could think about was if that was one of the monsters depicted on the cave walls. Hell, she was still trying to believe that she just saw what she saw. It never made a sound entering or leaving her tent. Until it ran off, it was just like a phantom in how silently it came and went through her tent flaps. She was even still questioning if the crunching footsteps were just the sounds of some other animal, something mundane and easy to explain.

Her time to contemplate was short lived. She didn't know what happened, she only had time to squeal with fright. Something grabbed her tent and did so with terrible force. The tent ripped from its foundations and before Mare knew it, she was being hauled away as though stuffed into a sack.

Mare was thankful she didn't have anything hard or bulky inside her tent as she and everything else inside tossed together into a pile. Whatever was responsible easily lifted her up off the ground as it carried her to an unknown destination.

She felt the bony protrusions of vertebrae and ribs poking at her from one side. Whatever was carrying her had tossed her and her tent over its back like a duffle bag. Her sleeping bag bounced against his rigid muscle while the beast made lumbering strides. Fortunately, either her bag provided enough cushion or her senses were too numb for her to be discomforted by the trip.

Her heart was beating harder than what anything she felt as her body slapped across the backside of this monstrosity. It was the only sound she could hear. Mare did not try to squeal or scream for help. If the rumors and images on that cave wall were true, then she knew where this was leading. Excited but terrified, a thousand scenarios ran through her mind; some good, most bad. She had come out here looking to find monsters but convinced herself this would never happen, and worry warned her that this could be a bad trip.

After seeing that thing stare at her with its ghastly eyes and toothy grin, she was afraid there was no getting out of this now. All there she could do was to wait and see where this thing would take her and what would happen when it let her out of the bag. She tried hard to mentally prepare herself and her body for it. There was no doubt in her mind that her virginity was going to be lost this night.

It was a dark and stuffy journey, but at least she was semi-comfortable. That or these shocking events distracted her mind enough that she didn't pay attention to her constant thumping against the beast's back. Anxiously she wanted this ride to end. The anticipation of what was to happen to her only caused her heart to thump harder in her chest. She tried to focus on the good thoughts, the ones that had brought her out here. She tried hard to think about how she imagined it. How good it would feel to be penetrated by the monstrous cocks of her erotic fantasies. Yet, life had a habit of proving to her that fantasy was never as good as she liked to believe. Her fears continued to spoil her mood by telling her that ignorance did not substitute the unbending truth of reality.

Those fears boiled to a surface after the creature let the sack come back down to the ground so that he could begin tearing into his bundled prize. Mare found herself instinctually screaming and fighting back as it fished her out of the sack. Before she knew it, she was out in a clearing. Her tent and sleeping bag tossed away into a discarded slump.

Regardless that Mare still wore the clothes she slept in, she felt naked and small against the host that surrounded her. Their cocks were all proudly displayed in the bright moonlight. 

These were not the penises of sexually mature young boys talked about in school. These were massive monstrous things, and Mare wondered if they were even capable of performing coitus with her. In her dreams and fantasies, sure, anything was possible. She had even watched a few pornos where there were such things as big dicks. It was a popular sport in porn to see small girls penetrated by big men. Yet, this was her body, her virgin womanhood, and these were not like any man in those pornos.

They were exactly as the cave murals depicted, as terrifying and bestially demonic entities. Each one had animalistic features, particularly in the shape of their heads. One was shaped like a wolf. Next to him was a boar with massive tusks protruding from his pig shaped maw. Another had the features of a squirrel or some other rodent. An antlered creature reminded her of an elk or a deer. Somewhere among them must be the rabbit-like demon she had seen before.

 All of them were lanky and gnarled. They walked upright on powerful legs that seemed to bend backward, but only because they were walking on their clawed toes which touched the ground from long ankles. Yes, even though they walked on only their back legs, they were still the legs of beasts. Their lanky forms could only keep balance when they stood upright. When they walked, they almost had to resort back to a four-legged lumber. It explained the jarring and slow ride here. 

Their eyes were pale and ghastly just as the rabbits had been, and their skin wrinkly and loose. Few had any real thick patches of fur. The wolf creature possessed a shaggy mane and the boar demon wore a bristly Mohawk. Worst was their maws. Grinning like demons, their jaws full of jagged sharp teeth.

Their teeth were not what they gnashed at her. Their dicks were just as morbidly twisted. Each one's cock possessed unique features befitting its owner. The wolf's had a swollen knot at its base, the boar's was twisted like a terrible corkscrew, and the black cat demon, whose terrible smile was worst of them all, pointed at his throbbing appendage covered in many large fleshy spines. The only thing these monstrosities shared in their masculinity was that they were equally large. Their swollen testicles swung like tennis balls ready to pump their virility into Mare's body.

One of the beasts came up and grabbed her from behind. Mare had analyzed the cave murals, it portrayed nothing but lustful carnage, and there were many monsters. She had told herself back in the cave she would not resist their advances, but that was back when it was but a fanciful idea. Now she trembled as the creature picked her up and pulled her underneath its frame.

It's gnarled and clawed fingers gripped fully around her thighs, a testament to the monsters size as it pressed her backside against its belly. His massive flopping cock slapped against her ass cheeks as he lifted up her legs by her thighs.

She wrapped her arms behind her to grip onto the beast. His oblique muscles were strong and well defined under a thin coat of velvet-textured skin. With some reaching, she could feel the ribs above them. He was indeed real as far as her sense of touch could tell.

It looked down at her with its pale eyes and a toothy grin. It was the face out of a nightmare. His gnarled mass of antlers on top his crown only added to his terrible appearance. Mare tried to control her anxiety, but she was breathing hard. In her mind, she tried to tell herself to stay calm, but her body began to convulse with panic. Each breath she took shook her and forced the air to squeal its way in and out of her lungs.

Another lumbering monstrosity stepped forward. It was the rabbit-like thing from before, whose ears drooped behind its head like sinister curved horns. He approached cautiously with his eyes pale and ghastly and his grin wicked and toothy. His movements seemed to suggest he was aware that his terrible nature frightened Mare. He crept up to her almost as though asking her if it was ok; like a cowering dog with its tail between its legs.

Mare was too busy trying to calm herself while anticipating the worst. Soon enough the creature was on top of her, staring her face to face with his pale eyes. His hot breath pushed against hers as she heaved, choking on her anxiety.  She watched him take a long wretched claw to the rim of her panties, and he watched the expression on her face. He snipped away her undies with a quick stroke of his claw. The fiend's smile grew a sharp upward curl. He bent forward, nearly touching his nose to hers to make sure she saw his wicked grin and then he made her follow it with her eyes as he took it down to her exposed nakedness. 

His smiling jaws opened up to allow his tongue to escape. It was a long and sinister thing, a serpent of Eden no doubt. It glistened in the moonlight and then slathered its moisture all over her pubic area. Its heat caused her to react but the slight chill of the night quickly cooled it.

As much as Mare wanted this, her fear and anxiety had not prepared her body. This demonic rabbit of the night was about to fix that. His tongue entered her like a searing spear. Soaked in spit and blood, it was his tool to coat her insides with a scalding lubricant. He worked thoroughly, savoring the flavor of her virginity. He reached in as far as he could go. He then chomped his nasty jaws down to playfully chew upon her pubic mound.

The sensation was an interesting combination of pleasure and pain, but the wet warmth left the greatest impression on Mare's senses. The tongue wriggled around like a slippery worm, she had never felt anything like it. Both the rabbit and the diabolic deer smiled at her reaction. Mare held on tighter to the strange velvet that rubbed against her back. Even with the antlered beast tightly holding her by the thighs, this dizzying operation made her feel like she was about to fall.

Fortunately, her anxiety was beginning to dissipate, at least a little. Her heart did not thump as loudly. Perhaps, the rabbit-like creature's crude smile was beginning to comfort her. The creature's malevolence either softened or had always been a ruse. Mare wanted to believe he was just a horny trickster satisfied only in the pleasures of lust's embrace. The way he licked, chewed and snarled to lather her up hinted to Mare that he was interested in sating more than just his own lustful desires. Excitement began to burn inside Mare once again.

Maybe her fantasies could come true, at least to a small degree. She had hoped for something far less menacing, but he would do. She dared to reach out with an unsecured hand to touch the rabbit's wrinkling nose. To her delight, he only smiled at her again with acceptance to her curious touch. Nonetheless, he did not let up with his tongue, her soft touch of affection only encouraged him to swirl it around more. She moaned for her first time. It was a true shock for her to feel such pleasure from the tongue of such a fantastically horrible beast. She liked the warm wrinkly touch of his skin rubbing through her fingers, and she stroked his ears both for the pleasure and to thank her weird lover for the gift.

He lifted his head away, seemingly satisfied by her response as well as the wet mess he had made of her. His cock was not the strangest one within the circus of monsters who all waved their cocks at her. It did not have knots, studs or any other fleshy nodules. His looked like what a cock should. Only the size and girth of it was monstrous.

However, this rabbit was first poised to penetrate her. Slowly he approached until he hugged his other brother holding her. He would have gripped him tightly to squeeze her between their large bodies if he could have gotten close enough. Yet, his long lance of a cock could only penetrate her so deep and he wanted to be careful not to jab her too sharply with it.

"So this is what if feels like?" Mare said in a whimper.

It was a tight fit for sure. Fortunately, it looked as if the lubricate that his tongue had slobbered inside of her had succeeded in making their union possible. 

He quickly went about making the motions of copulation. He could easily hurt her; even kill her with one overly excited thrust of his hips. Nevertheless, this beast, even though he had all the appearances of a sex-crazed demon, was gentle and careful. Even the antlered demon holding her seemed concerned for her wellbeing. He let the bunny hold onto him as a brace so that he could properly fuck her for both their pleasure.

The pleasure was real but not yet overwhelming. It gave Mare time to reflect on her situation. She kept thinking to herself that this couldn't possibly be happening. Yet, she analyzed every thrust of the bunny's hips, feeling the warm, thick girth of his shaft stretch her vaginal walls beyond their limits as it slowly pushed its way towards her womb. Then she analyzed the sensation again as she felt her vaginal walls contract when his cock pulled back. It was indeed a warm and pleasing pleasure. One that wanted to reach up through her as it slowly grew.

It didn't feel dirty, nor did it feel wrong. Her anxiety melted away and her beating heart quieted as she let her body meld with her two monstrous captors. She even closed her eyes to restfully meditate; not so much over her situation but over the experience she was feeling.

Before she knew it, he was done. Mare opened her eyes to the beast pulling out of her with a satisfied growl. It was just in time to see the stream of cum shoot out and lash across her body. The glistening stream jettisoned out with high pressure, striking her with a stinging force as it drew white lines. It stuck to her shirt like jelly as he left crisscrossing patterns all over her. She was surprised at how warm it was. Steam rose off it in the chill of the moonlit air.

"Now I feel dirty," she whispered to herself with a wry smile while daring to stick a finger in it and watching a long sticky strand of glistening goo stretch out from her touch.

The antlered demon let her down but did not let her go. He turned her around so that his flopping penis slapped her in the breast. The rabbit backed away so that another from the circle could have his turn. Mare thought it interesting that they had not pounced all over her all at once like the pictographs in the cave depicted they should do. Perhaps, it was because she wasn't resisting that they approached her in such an orderly manner.

She let the floppy cock in front of her continue slapping against her ribs as another dangled against her ass and back of her thighs. This new one ready to penetrate her had some spring to it. It was a literal spirally coil; the boar monster's corkscrew cock. Mare had been eyeing it before, wondering how it would feel in comparison to the others.

The boar demon squealed and grunted as he pressed the tip of his thick cock up inside Mare. His efforts took longer and she could feel the difference immediately. The coil shape wanted to retain itself. Like a stubborn rubber hose, this monster cock stretched her wider as it threaded its way to her uterus.

The spiraling friction of his cock excited more of her vaginal flesh than what the rabbit's ever did. Immediately closing her eyes, she panted as the swine pushed her roughly against the floppy cock still slapping against her breasts. Her imagination conjured a mental x-ray image of cock flesh spinning and twirling inside of her. When the monster pulled back, his cock had a delayed response in following his hips. The spirals had to quickly reverse their direction. This forced her new lover to have a slower and more methodical rhythm than her first. He had to make sure that his huge member did not bind up inside her or tear too fiercely at the screw-shaped threads it was imprinting onto her vaginal walls.

Now that his cock was twisted up inside of her, it made it resistance to quickly disengage. He had no choice but to cum inside. Mare was close to having her first powerful orgasm herself when he did. Her eyes were closed and she fought against trying to moan too loudly. She was still a bit afraid to let these creatures know about her excitement. She wanted them to ravage her as she had seen them do in those cave paintings. Nonetheless, it was good they were taking things slow, and she had enjoyed the long and methodical fucking this second beast had given her.

His cum was thick and just like the rabbit's, there was a lot of it. Mare could even hear it splutter and squirt inside her wet regions. The strong musky odor of it reached her nose; overpowering even the scent of the antlered beast's penis dangling not far below her face.

Slowly he pulled out, oinking and grunting as each coil popped out of Mare. It wasn't until he fully left her body that the warm deposit inside of her began to trickle out of her onto the forest floor.

By this time, she was on her hands and knees. Reaching between her legs to feel it squirt across her fingers. There was so much cumming out of her. She had thought about the prospect of them impregnating her only in passing. Her lewd imagination skimmed over those details, as she didn't think it a fun pastime. She tried not to think of it now, but with so much running out of her, a new fear tickled her.

"It's too late to worry about it," she whimpered to herself. "What is done is done. I wanted this, even if this was never supposed to happen."

She then took off her sports bra; the crowd didn't seem to mind. She basked in the wild and raw nature of what she had done.

"Take me, I am yours!" she exclaimed.

Though her words were bold and her body soiled, she still hid her bosom under folded arms. This was her first night and it was not the kind of debauchery for a virgin. Even if these demon beasts had been human men and not the monsters she saw now with great wagging dicks, there were still so many and her body surely could only take so much abuse.

The next to step forward treated her like one of his own. He snuck up from behind and was first to grab her and explore her now naked body in a more sensual manner. He, unlike his brethren, was a shaggier beast whose thick coat of coarse fur rubbed against all her exposed skin. His pawing hands smoothly raked up her stomach and then his claws played up her cleavage.

Mare felt dirty, but she loved it. She loved this new attention and the affirmation that this new beast loved the shape of her body. He loved it so much that he pushed her pelvis gently downwards towards his own, forcing her to bend until she was again on all fours. She loved the rough feel of his claws touching places she didn't allow anyone else to touch. The excitement and thrill of her fantasies was real. Sure, it wasn't quite how she imagined it. Nothing was ever perfect. Nonetheless, the desires she had always wrestled with felt just like they needed to be, and for that, she was willing to be his bitch.

On all fours, this wolfman mounted her. His new dick had a fleshy knot at its base that rubbed against her clitoris as he knocked away at her. He held her more tightly than the others did. He pressed her back against his mangy fur until he was able to reach his head around one of her shoulders.

She didn't know if there had ever been another who had so willingly embraced these monsters like this before, but they were happy to oblige her. They seemed to prefer it, fucking her and loving her, embracing her in passionate play.

He fucked more furiously than the others had only because he now knew she was more willing to take him. She embraced her monster on all fours letting him wrap himself all over her as they howled together like dogs.

Another joined in, excited to see that she had enthralled herself so easily into their fun. Mare so caught up in letting her new lover entwine his body all over her while on their hands and knees, gasped in surprise at the sight of the cock's tip dangling only inches from her face.

Cum dripped out from the wide tip hole. Mare had already become familiar with this seminal passage. Squiggly wet ribbons of it's cum still marked parts of her body that had not been covered by her now discarded shirt. The rabbit wanted her to taste it. He was very insistent.

Mare was a bit busy now. She had finally relaxed and let herself enjoy the sensations of cock and pussy uniting. She was even feeling a heat and pressure building up inside of her. A truly intense orgasm was on its way and she wanted to bask in its radiant warmth.

This cock surprise in front of her was only proving to be a distraction. It gave her a new anxiety that forced her body tense up again. Her virgin lips had never tasted such sin.

Nonetheless, it was all part of the game. She knew that she would have to deflower her whole body to this mass. The rabbit made sure of this. His monstrous desires demanded she taste his thick sperm. He shoved his cock in at the right moment. Her mouth had to open wide to moan loudly to the beast's knot smashing against her clitoris as he fought to force all of it into her.

The leftover cum smothering and leaking out of his cock's mighty cone-shape tip tasted just as strong as its aroma. Her first reaction was to gag on its overpowering presence. The cock's tip filled her mouth and the leftover semen adhered over her tongue and gums like wet jelly.

It was salty and earthy. Its taste reminded her of a garden full of root vegetables. Maybe it was just her imagination, for he was a rabbit and her mind did associate him with such things, but she wondered if his cum would taste any different from a jam made from carrots.

Regardless of the taste, the aphrodisiac qualities made her eager to keep sucking. Perhaps there was a chemical or drug in his sexual fluids, but Mare attributed it more to the action itself. Sucking cock while being fucked and having her pussy filled to the point that she could feel her own juices ooze out, made her scream with delight. Or she would if there wasn't so much cock filling her lips.

Although she wanted to just succumb in lustful bliss, a new vigor overtook her. She wanted to make this rabbit cum when she came. She wanted all three of them to climax in unity while she felt cum squirt down her throat. The idea excited her so much that she was able to power through a rising orgasm that had already started to make her thighs quiver.

A couple of times she had to spit the cock out, the feral knot was like a fist inside her pussy and rubbed at her g-spot in ways it couldn't before. Mare tried to supplement her lack of oral action with frantic working fingers, but with each stroke of the feral cock thrusting deep inside of her sapped her strength. The whines of the pup whose head still nuzzled close to hers didn't help. The orgasm shook her to her core. Both she and her wolf mate collapsed to the ground while the rabbit stood over them with disappointment.

"Maybe next time," she whispered in exhaustion.

There were more chances to be had. She was far from done. She wanted this, fantasized about it. Now there was a price to be paid. In her fantasies, there was no physical exhaustion or pain. While in her dreams, the monsters were a lot softer and gentler to cuddle with.

Sex had a harsh rigid aspect and Mare was unsure how to react to it. Now, fully committed to her quest, the monsters swarmed her. She was to lose her virginity in many ways. They sandwiched her again: One again filled her vagina; another took to deflowering her ass.

Her ass did not stretch as easily or as willingly. It was the first time she felt significant pain. It did not help that the cock inside her was the feline monsters, which was covered in so many fleshy barbs. They were not sharp, but they poked and prodded her insides nonetheless.

This feline demon's grin was the most sinister of them all. His features were far more distorted and twisted. His head was overly large and his limbs extra long. While the creature fucking her ass was some sort of goat-like satyr, a true visage of what people considered the devil.

Her loss of virginity was now truly a loss of purity. Mare screamed in ecstasy and agony while pinned between them, unable to escape. To add to the dark ritual, a third came to fill her last hole, muffling her screams.

The tempo of this lewd dance increased as the night carried into dawn. The scene in the caves came to life. Mare had found what she was looking for. These demons did not relent as they came up with new creative ways to pleasure themselves with her body. They almost always had some odd shaped penis trying to fill her womb with sticky seed. They sat her on the hips of one or they laid her down on the forest floor and fucked her that way.

Cum flowed always. If they couldn't please themselves with her body, then they stood around and jerked off until ribbons coated her skin. Even the other demons could not avoid being hit by the spray of their own brethren.

Mare had truly transformed in the course of this night.

She witnessed more and experienced more than what most girls do as they came of age. Outside of this hidden glen, her lovers were called demons, devils and monsters. Moreover, if others knew how willing Mare had been to embrace them, she would be labeled as something far worse.

Her sexual adventure was a scary thing. There were many moments of it being dirty, primal and raw. It never was quite like she had envisioned. Nevertheless, there were moments the demons become gentler beasts. They cuddled and caressed her. They made her feel welcomed and a part of something grandeur. There was unity of sorts in lust. The connection she made with them gave her knowledge and power that most would not understand.

Now knowing its secrets Mare spent many more nights visiting this place. She could never relive the same adventure of fear and excitement like the one she had during her first night. Yet, the company and loyalty she had gained were invaluable.

The school and town would continue to talk about the woods in hushed whispers while telling terrible tales about its demons. For the few curious and willing to face the fears of their desires, Mare would be waiting. She had taken a tape recorder out during some of her secret night outs and made sure to record the best and worst sounds of both her lovers and herself.