Thread: Animal (Verse and Zoophilian)

She had been fond of the heads and the bodies in here. Sometimes in her absence he thought of the lifeless things, once vibrant like her, as her pack. Katya looked so ravishing playing with them, spurred on by their heated play. In that twilight between madness and the real world, he'd name the cut-up things, and have her give herself to them, with kisses, and more. Such symmetry in her evolution. If it were possible, her soul had always asked him to do this to her, to convince her body what was truly right. Somewhere she had known, that's why he reached for her hand, but never took it, she would alway do the last of the work herself. It was the a symbiotic kind of convincing, where she played a large part herself. He nodded at her and watched her slide out of his lap, heels contacting against the math on the floor. He wondered if he'd miss her bipedal form, but soon knew it was a faulty logic to begin with. Like she had said, her soul had never been destined for this. It had been born into the worn race. She was supposed to know other things, and that was why she'd gravitated toward what he'd offered. The rounded low of her behind peeked out at him under her skirt when she bent down and knelt. He had yet to turn, hands behind him, sitting on the desk. It might have looked like he was a master, letting his pet explore until he decided to call it in again. It was quite a suit, her new skin, and she payed it the reverence that it deserved. All of it was a maw, he could say, it's hibernating form waiting to devour her, and meld with her to dissolve them both. It would no longer be a thing, but a part of something, and she would not be what she was either, because of that joining. When she looked back he found her adorable, half her face hidden in the same shadow that flirted with the suit. How would she take the news, he wondered, the last thing she would hear as at least part human? That morsel would also be passed to him today, a vital part to her genesis and his triumph. The things she said pleased him, more than her body ever had. Yes, Katya. I think you are. He answered, coming off the desk himself. To leave her anticipation he walked slowly, hands in pockets, the same path she had taken. It was almost laughable now, how small she was on her knees while he stood. How could he ever have thought her human, he mused to himself, the pondering as cruel as it was loving. Balancing on one leg, he lifted to rest a lacquered shoe on her shoulder. He didn't even need his hands free from his pockets for this. Farewell, Katya, as you are. he said clearly, ceremoniously. He shoved her shoulder with his sole, to leave her laying on the floor. One knee on either side of her, hands finally out to tear at her clothes. He enjoyed this bit, like opening a gift that wouldn't be done until he wrapped it in something more fitting. Her lovely breasts and her tell-tale nipples were familiar to him, jiggling once to greet. The key point of the suit was as simple as it was effective. The inside of it retained an oily quality. The substance would not only make it easier to slide her in, but it's most important task was to bond her skin with that of the designed canine. Naturally, to fit snuggly, the animal shroud had been made smaller than her to make use of the stretch. But physical bonding wouldn't be enough to activate the properties of the suit. It needed heat to initiate the melding process, a few degrees over normal body temperature. His hand swung down from the side, slapping one of her breasts to collide into the other. He'd done worse to her, not that his weight on her stomach would allow her to move away, even if she'd protested. We need to raise your temperature, or the suit won't bond with you. His face was calm, bordering on cold as studier her expression, eager to cause her harm so that she could have what she wanted. Another loud clap, this time from his backhand, to catch the flesh of her tit over her areola and nipple. Red marks would soon appear, as he knew her body rather well now, and it would be signs that her skin had heated up.