Warm water was rushing over her like a liquid blanket, slithering across her naked flesh. The light was muted and dark, tinted in the color of growing things, but fiery pain shot through her skull when Anima tried to open her eyes. Her head was throbbing; her frantic heartbeat pulsed behind her eyelids.

Anima wasn’t even sure where she was. She wasn’t even sure if she was anywhere at all—was she dead? No, not dead: she was in the mountains. She and her fiancé Shawn were enjoying some time away to themselves, an early beginning to her twenty-third birthday weekend, and he’d taken her to a place she’d never visited before. Anima loved the outdoors; she’d loved being outside ever since she was a little girl. But where was she? Where was Shawn?

Braving the pain, Anima opened her eyes again. More pain shot through her skull, enough that she gasped and went stiff; the river almost seemed to sense her discomfort and the eerily-warm water swelled as it rolled over her. She saw the trees, tall with black trunks, towering in the air; the green canopy was bright but it completely blocked out any sight of the sky. She heard the roar of the water, heard the tell-tale sound of a waterfall nearby, but she was almost too stiff to move.

“Shhh… Shah…” It was hard to speak, to make any sort of sound, but Shawn had to be nearby. She’d slipped out of their tent in the quiet of the morning, going off to bathe by herself. But something was wrong. Anima was naked; her smooth, brown flesh felt swollen and heavy, as if she was soaking up the water like a sponge. That water felt good, better than it had any right to feel, and she almost didn’t want to get out of it. She spent immense strength and effort just to move her hand, raising it to her face. When she pulled it back again, it was slick with blood.

Anima stared at her stained fingers in confusion and horror. Fear gave her new strength, enough to dab her fingers again near her hairline—the contact stung, making her hiss as she checked again, seeing new blood. Her vision began to swim and her head felt too heavy to hold up any longer. Grunting, tears burning in her eyes, she managed to roll over, nearly throwing up from the effort but she swallowed the bitter bile back down. She felt sluggish and heavy, as though that warm water was pulling at her, dragging her down into it.

She had to get out, to get away. She had to find Shawn. He promised he’d come find her, that if they were ever separated, he’d always find her or come back for her. Anima’s breaths were shallow sobs and she wheezed at every movement while slowly dragging herself farther onto the bank.

Boneless and limp, Anima collapsed onto the silt after just a few inches. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe. As her eyes slid shut and darkness swallowed her up, she felt the waters running over her thighs as they slowly but inevitably drew her back into them.

Anima was floating in the water, her body being carried downstream. She opened her eyes again and nearly inhaled a mouthful of water in her shock. The black trees and their thick, green leaves passed over her and the rocks lining the stream on either side looked like huge, dark teeth ready to chew her to pieces.

She had to get out of the river, or it would swallow her whole. Nothing else mattered at that moment but freeing herself of its warm, slippery grip.

Fighting past exhaustion and the pain of her wound, Anima managed to straighten herself in the water and roll to her belly. Her arms felt like lead weights dragging her down and she couldn’t feel her fingertips, but she swam. She grit her teeth and swam with all her minimal might, clawing at the water, fighting the tide trying to drag her back into it. Over the frantic heaving of her breath and the water splashing and churning in her ears, Anima finally felt something solid when she thrust her hand into the sand and dark earth near the closest bank. She dug her fingers into it, pulling against the current. Somehow Anima managed to crawl onto that bank and out of the water, gasping and crying with every breath. She threw up a stomach full of dark, warm liquid and felt more exhausted than she’d ever been in her whole life.

Where was Shawn? Where was she? How long had she floated and managed not to drown? Anima had too many questions and nothing to answer them with. All she could do was kneel in the dirt, her head pillowed on her arms, too tired to even collapse to her belly.

She was beyond tired, in some place where it felt like too much work to even fall unconscious. So she stayed there, on elbows and knees, her bottom turned up. Anima breathed and felt that tiredness seep into her bones. Shawn would be wondering where she was when he woke up. Anima didn’t want to wake him when she’d gone to take her bath at the waterfall that morning. Now she knew he’d be worried about her, even angry—the memory of his face, his clear eyes, made her moan in sorrow.

“I’m sorry, Shawn,” she whispered as weary, irrational tears slid down across her wet temples. “I’m sorry!”

It took effort to stop crying. The warm, sticky air made it hard to breathe. She also felt exposed, even embarrassed at the position she’d ended up in, as though hoping for her beloved to find her in the wood on all fours like an animal, waiting with holes bared to entice him. Shuddering from the effort, she started to slide her legs out from under her belly.

Anima opened her eyes and raised her head, blinking through the sweat and clinging moisture as she stared out at the trees, some of them growing so close together she couldn’t see past them. A sense of dread and panic seized her heart and she went completely still, even holding her breath.

Something was creeping up behind her. A presence or sense of some kind, it felt frighteningly real in Anima’s exhausted mind at that moment. “H-hello?!” she said, her lip quivering, breath shaking between her teeth. There was no wind in the leaves or rustling in the ferns or thick grasses, nothing besides the gurgling of the water and her quick, hurried breaths.

Then she heard it: another breath, a quick and hurried sniffing, and a warm huff across her bottom. That presence was right behind her and something cold and thick pushed up between Anima’s legs, applying pressure to her exposed pussy—the slippery chill of it made her clit twitch and her hips jumped, almost on their own. She went still, compelled by a power greater than her own fear. More tears leaked from her eyes. “Go away!” she whispered, closing her eyes tight. “Go away, go away, go away—!”

Anima took a slow breath that immediately slid out of her again when a hot, heavy weight pressed onto her back and pushed her down, forcing her knees deeper into the muddy silt. The weight was intense, a muscled body that was very warm and wet, just like her. For an instant, she thought Shawn had finally caught up to her, but not even he was that heavy, and his body hair wasn’t nearly as coarse and thick as what she felt.

“Wha—!” Anima turned her head. Looking up, she saw a dark head hanging over hers: it was black, long and sleek, with ears laid back and lips pulled away to show sharp, dark teeth. An old leather collar was cinched around its neck with a metal tag hanging below it. His eyes caught the light, looking dull and red. She blinked with disbelief at the hound crouched atop her back and met his stare for a split second.

“No!” she whispered, unable to speak louder—her shock and fear was too strong, overwhelming any urge to flee. Then the beast opened its mouth and pressed its teeth into the flesh of her shoulder, leading Anima to gasp in pain as he bit down hard: her skin didn’t break, but fire rushed from her shoulder all the way to her fingertips. Part of her wanted to scream but she couldn’t manage more than a frightened whimper.

The animal began to rock his haunches in a harsh, blistering-fast motion against her upraised ass and the sensation of something long, thick and astoundingly hot slithered in between her legs like a live serpent. Anima instinctively wanted to buck up under him or wiggle away, but his teeth had her pinned in place and she couldn’t get away.

The beast’s cock quickly found her slippery pussy. He thrust it to the hilt in one push and Anima gasped again, a pitifully-small sound of loss and fear as she was claimed by a wild animal. He released her shoulder and she sank down, shuddering in fear. “No, please!” she begged. “Not this! Not like this!”

The beast didn’t listen and likely didn’t even care. When he started fucking her more forcefully, Anima moaned, unable to help herself. His cock was thick and long, stuffing her cunt to the brim, and his heavy balls swung across her clit, pounding against it. The paws of his front legs hugged her thighs tight, laying shallow scratches across her dark skin. As he raped her helpless body, Anima fought against the pleasure of it, not wanting to give in, but it got harder to fight as his fucking continued. Soon, it was hard just to not feel pleasure from it, and then she couldn’t even manage rhat.

“Shawn! I’m sorry, Shawn!” she said again, now in shame, reduced to little better than a bitch in heat. Anima hung her head, covering her face. “Didn’t want this! Help! Please help me!” She wanted someone to hear her, but her voice was too low while being overwhelmed the shame of being taken by a deprived beast.

Anima shuddered and let her head fall again, cowed by the fear of what the beast might do if she fought back. She tried to speak again and nothing came out. She wanted to pull away, but pushed her hips back against his haunches instead. The loud, wet slaps of his hind legs to her ass and of his long, canine prick pumping her tight, human pussy was too good. Soon her sobs had passed and her moans were growing longer and deeper. Anima liked sex, and her drive was strong enough that Shawn sometimes struggled to keep her satisfied, but nothing she’d ever experienced came close to this. She began to feel hot and full of new shame: not that she’d been taken at a weak moment, but because she was enjoying it.

“Cumming! Fuck me, I’m cumming!” Her first orgasm was blinding in its rage and ferocity, trying to burn her to ashes. Anima groaned while gasping for every breath, her weary body shuddering from the intense pleasure. Her bestial partner didn’t seem to notice, but she already wanted more.

The beast’s breathing went higher in pitch as his legs locked tight around her waist. Anima started to moan again before her breath caught and her eyes opened again. An intense sensation of pressure began to build in her belly and something slick and hard was pushing against her pussy, a tight knot of muscle the animal was pounding against her, trying to force it inside her. “Oh no!” she said, grunting each time it slammed between her thighs. “No! No! Noooooooooooahhhhhh!”

Her wheezing cry coincided with his last, triumphant thrust as the beast forced that lump inside her. Anima found the strength to wail aloud as it swelled up even more, forcing the tired, abused muscles of her cunt to stretch further apart. She came again so hard that it stole the breath from her body, leaving her panicked and gasping for air while she scratched at the dark earth to hold onto something, bracing herself against his repetitive, hard, constant thrusting. If she had to be taken by this creature, at least he was making it worthwhile.

Just as Anima was truly starting to enjoy being fucked by a wild animal, he surprised her by turning around, twisting his entire body atop hers until his backside was pushed tight to hers and he was facing away from her. She clawed at the ground again, shaking with pleasure, hardly able to form a coherent thought. She was on the edge of another climax, something she wanted more than anything in that moment when a strange feeling came over her. She felt her belly begin to fill up and craned her head down to look underneath her, watching her stomach inflate and swell in a way she’d never felt before.

“Oh my god!” Anima reached back, brushed her hand up between her legs; her trembling fingers felt the base of his cock, which was firmly locked in place, pulsing and twitching at her touch. Her lower belly continued to grow, and there was only one reason to explain that. “Y-you’re cumming inside me!”

Anima was a sweaty, soaked, quivering mess. The pressure of that knot against her G-spot was constant and when either of them pulled or pushed against the other, a shock of pleasure went shooting through Anima’s tummy. One quick orgasm followed another, then another, and another after that. It filled her core and rushed through her bare breasts, up her neck and burst in bright colors in her eyes. The pleasure was indescribable.

“Keep cumming!” she moaned, rocking her ass to his, continuing to her pussy on his long, swollen shaft. “Keep cumming inside me! Good boy! Ohhhhh, you’re such a good boy!”

He looked back at her, growling in the back of his throat. It was his only protest, but that wasn’t enough to stop her.

Anima’s head rested on the ground and she looked back at him through heavy lashes. The beast was long in his torso and had long limbs, all covered in short fur that was black and deep, russet brown. She didn’t know anything about dog breeds, but he was immense compared to her, hanging over her like an angry cloud, only mollified at the moment by the process of forcing every drop of his cum into her belly.

Another orgasm left her bucking and bouncing against his haunches. “It’s so good! So good!” The shame Anima felt earlier was so insignificant by that pinky that it might’ve never existed at all. “I’m still cummiiiiiiiing!” she moaned as her next climax sent her into a wild, shaking spasm. She’d never felt so good in her life.

It took the dog a long, long time to fully drain his hairy balls of all the seed he had to give. She gave up trying to guess how much time passed and savored every sweet second. By the time it was over, Anima was a twitching, shuddering soaked pile of delighted flesh, heavy and round with every last drop she could hold. The hound pulled against the slippery seal of her pussy and freed himself at last, leaving Anima limp and shaking on the ground, lying in a pool of cum and mud. One thing was certain: so long as the animal wanted her to keep his cock warm and wet, she’d happily comply. If that was what he wanted, she’d be a good girl.

New exhaustion washed over her and darkness followed it. Anima struggled to fight through it, but sleep came quickly, and she was gone.

Anima came to when she heard rushing water again. She was sore and sticky with mud and other filth; the dog was nowhere to be seen.

“That figures,” she muttered to herself. Aching with every step, Anima crawled down to the water and rolled into it on her back, looking up at the leafy canopy with a sigh. The water was still warm and she slowly rubbed at her belly and between her legs, rinsing away what remained of the dog’s pleasure. It left her feeling flushed and embarrassed again, remembering how quickly she’d willingly surrendered herself to an animal. For that little while, she was nothing better than a bitch, a wet hole for his pleasure.

But thinking of that made her groan even louder. “It was so good, though!” she said to herself, trying ignore the shame. Her cunt was understandably tender but her clit was still swollen, as if the beast was still there with her. Anima gave it a gentle stroke in her fingertips, shivering in the warm water, feeling it flow and rush between her fingers. Her large clitty was unusually sensitive, and the spell of that green, secluded place was too strong to resist.

Anima closed her eyes, remembering the carnal, brutal manner in which she’d been fucked, at how the beast had stuffed her pussy to the breaking point. She thought of how long the sex had lasted until she was swollen with seed but continued rocking her hips against his. “Mm! It was s-so good! But why? Why was it so good?!” The dog wasn’t her lover, her partner; he’d wanted satisfaction and her pussy had given it to him. She truly had been his bitch, a sexual plaything for him, and Anima had to admit a hard, wicked truth: she’d enjoyed it.

“Mmm! Fuck, I’m cumming! Cumming again, boy!” Anima bit her cheek and whimpered again, calling out to the same creature who’d abandoned her after fucking her so well. It was almost enough to make her cry, to enjoy pleasure so strong and overpowering only to lose it so soon.

Anima’s orgasm was long and delicious, but it had to end eventually. She sighed and sat up, opening her eyes again…only to see the dog sitting on the bank beside her, so close she could’ve reached out to touch him. First gasping in surprise, then huffing in annoyance—mostly at herself—she finally finished her washing and fixed him with a look as she stood up. “Where did you come from?” She suddenly flinched. “You won’t attack me…will you?”

The beast didn’t react. He only stared, his tail slowly drifting back and forth. The tag hanging from his neck twinkled back at her.