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Bella and the Beast
A Horror Story of Animal Lust and a Young Girl
Introduction and Disclaimer
This is a story of a thirteeen-year-old girl who becomes the object of a strange, mythic, humanoid creature. The Beast has a primordial, imperative drive to mate, but has endured decades without opportunity. He happens to encounter a rare candidate—lovely, young Bella. It is a violent story of inter-species sex, and readers who are under eighteen, and those who would be offended by a very graphic depiction of an under-age girl who is brutally mated—and much worse--by a sub-human creature should avoid this.
This tale is inspired by the “B” movies of long ago, in which a pristine heroine was pursued by a ghoul or demon, only to escape or be rescued at the last minute. This is a yarn for those who rooted for the villain! It is for those who “rooted” for the gorilla in “Murders in the Rue Morgue” or hoped the “Creature” from the Black Lagoon would prevail and actually get the girl!
The writer does not advocate or wish to glorify non-consensual sex of any kind—especially when it involves under-age persons or inter-species relations. Remember, this is just a story!
Part I
It had been a wonderful birthday. Bella was now thirteen—finally, a real teenager! She was an unusually pretty, wholesome girl, with long auburn hair, a winsome, round face adorned with a scattering of freckles. Her figure was just beginning to mature, gaining new curves and the gentle swelling of young breasts. She was short and cute, about five feet high on a frame of almost a hundred pounds.
A small gathering of families and friends had gathered, and feted her with cake and ice cream. She looked happily over her collection of gifts: CD’s, a few books, a stuffed pink unicorn, a summer blouse, and a pretty nylon nightie.
A whispery soft pink nightie, very silky.
She so loved pretty, feminine things.
The guests departed, Bella gathered her presents, went upstairs, and prepared for bed. She had a nice, tastefully feminine bedroom: a poetic floral wallpaper, white and pink trim, a four-posted bed with a matching floral canopy, and a plush carpet. Stuffed animals and dolls looked down on her from various shelves and perches. After showering, she put on her new nightie. It was so soft, a light pink nylon, with ribbon straps and a matching waist-tie. It gathered in the large skirt which fell down to just below her slender knees. The top of the modest bodice was edged with matching ribbon trim, along with the hem of the poetic, flowing skirt.
She felt so pretty and feminine in it! She immodestly admired herself in a mirror, spinning around, enchanted with the graceful sweep of twirling nylon skirt.
After kissing Mummsie and Papa goodnight, she slipped in between the sheets, musing happily about the wonderful day, her wonderful presents and what the teen years ahead had in store for her.
Yet, there was one present Bella didn’t know about. It was from Mother Nature. Deep inside her young, slender, immature body, something mysterious but miraculous had happened. A barely mature ovary had released its first egg into young Bella’s fallopian tube.
Little Bella was now, biologically, a woman.
Nobody knew about it. Certainly not Bella! In the course of a couple of weeks, the egg would travel down her Fallopian tube, and the girl would find spotting on her panties—her first menstrual cycle.
But there was somebody who knew about it, in a visceral way. He—or rather, it, was a kind of a creature that inhabited a wild nature preserve several miles away from Bella’s house. It was an evolutionary oddity, a humanoid-type thing, only four feet high, yet very densely and powerfully built—about 250 pounds of intense skeletal strength and muscle.
All of which was covered with hair—a dark, swarthy thing. It usually walked upright on two feet, but occasionally dropped to four, like a gorilla or orangutan. This rare creature was more human than primate—but nowhere nears as intelligent as homo sapiens. It was uncivilized, and hence naked, saved for its coarse dark fur, as it scurried through the dark corners of humanity, usually at night, looking for food from gardens, trash bins, and the occasional small animal—or pet. There were a few bonafide sightings, and some stories and legends, but nobody really knew anything about this extraordinary creature. It had a life span of a few hundred years, and, being so few in number, this specie had rare opportunities to mate. What females there were, were few and widely scattered through the hemisphere. Our fellow, here, had not had an opportunity in several decades! The burden of abstinence had honed his senses for an appropriate female to a keen state.
There was just one possible mate for them outside their own specie: a female of the human specie, but not just any female. His sperm could successfully fertilize only one who had never been mated—or, for that matter, who had never discharged an unfertilized egg. It was, for this creatue, a conundrum it did not rationally understand, but nevertheless it dictated his reproduction dynamic: He had to locate, and mate, a human female who was fertile yet who had not yet menstruated!
In other words, a young, premenstrual—yet fertile--girl!
And thirteen-year-old Bella was just in that brief, rare, condition.
Because of the scarcity of such connubial candidates for this poor, isolated creature, Mother Nature had provided him with a few compensatory virtues. His smell was more sensitive than any known animal, even a deer. His strength was like an ant’s: far more powerful in relation to his small size than other animals. And although quite feeble in conscious, abstract thought, he possessed a cleverness and cunning which he had honed by practical experience. For example, he knew how to break into lots of buildings in search of food.
Our little friend, or rather fiend, was happily foraging the vegetables and fruits of a farm stand, when his rapacious appetite was suddenly interupted by something more enticing: The flat, wide nostrils of his ugly pink nose picked up the scent of a unique mixture of female hormones—a newly fertile human female!
Miles away, Bella settled down in her plush bed. She turned from her right to her left side, and the skirt of her soft nightie wrapped around her smooth, hairless legs. She pulled at the folds, freeing it, and slid down deeper under the smooth sheets. Bella was appropriately named: a beautiful, and very feminine girl, who enjoyed the girlish things of her childhood, and, yet, was quietly excited by her impending maturity. She was slender, with smooth, hairless skin, not-yet-adolescent curves, and nipples that were pink and perky as they began to rise with the slight curves of her chest.
Her soft, long auburn hair fanned across the pilllow as she closed her light green eyes. She slid her hand down her tummy, pressing it against her hairless crotch, through the thin pink nylon. Still so very innocent, she had not yet taught herself to masturbate, but she had found that rubbing against herself, down there, felt good.
She didn’t do it much—just an occasional rubbing. But her under-developed body understood this incipient sexuality, and was beginning to generate hormones and pheromones in natural response. No human being could sense what her soft, young body was emitting.
But some miles away, somebody did.
The humanoid creatue.
He devoured a few oranges, peels and all, and started following the scent upwind, avoiding lights and open spaces with experienced precision. He could move quickly, zigzagging from shadow to shadow. He efficiently closed the distance to Bella’s house, circling it several times while he gauged the remaining light on upstairs.
He knew his way around, in, and out, of these humans’ dwellings, so different from his underground lair deep in the game woods. He knew that here, at last—at last!!—was the answer to his frustrated reproductive drive. He tried sitting down, waiting for that light to go out—he knew the difference between a darkened and a lit house—but the smell of young, fertile human female was more than he could endure. Only the more powerful instinct of self-preservation kept this savvy old primate from bursting through a window in search of his quarry.
Patience won out, while he circled the house, sat and waited, and circled it again. The scent of young girl was intoxicating, and he found himself rubbing and grabbing his genitals from time to time—masculine equipment that was stored, for the most part, deep inside his anatomy, like an elephant’s.
Until it was needed.
And tonight, it would be needed! And used!!
After a tortured hour, the light went out. The hair-covered dwarf-like animal instinctively knew that haste could be disastrous. He had survived untold human generations by being patient and cagey. He climbed the tree next to the house, and dropped onto the roof with a measured thud.
Bella’s parents heard the noise. But there was nothing further, so they naively assumed it was a tree branch hitting the house, nothing more. Meanwhile, Bell rolled onto her tummy. Her silky pink nightdress was kind of wrapped around her legs and hips, and she drifted off into sleep. Her parents settled into their bed and fell asleep.
The creature moved silently about the roof, and located the open attic window he had alertly noticed from the ground. He swung off the eave with one hand, and the gutter barely held his massive weight while he lowered the upper sash. He took hold if it, and was in—landing with another muffled thud, one which was not noticed by any one in the house.
He was familiar with the interior of humans’ dwellings. His senses quickly started sorting out he plethora of scents and smells about him: human bodies, cleaning products, food, furnitings, perfumes. His squat, hairless nose honed in on what he sought:: fresh, pristine estrogen, which had never been commingled with blood!
Upright, it walked down the attic stairs, and silently turned the doorknob. He peered into the darkened bedroom hallway, his yellow eyes, glowing in the dark dwelling, perfectly attuned to his surroundings.. But it was his nose which guided him, past various doors, until he found the strongest scent lingering about one: the door which contained his quarry, his mate, the beautiful, young child-woman we know as “Bella.”
It opened the door silently, and crept in. Now, next to the actual source of the girl-scent, he was beside himself with lustful anticipation. After decades and decades of mere existence, he could mate and propagate his small, beleaguered specie!! Leaning forward on his dark, coarse knuckles, he noiselessly padded in, and located his prey on the bed in the center of the room. His heart pounded and long-dormant hormones and feelings coursed through his small fame.
Bella was lost in a dream of ponies and vague, but benign, winged creatures. She rolled from her tummy to her back, adjusting the covers in her sleep. The skirt of her new nightdress was now wrapped around her smooth hips and slim thighs, and all bunched up around her legs. The diminutive creature approached the maiden’s bed, and rose up on his legs, peering over the edge at the immaculate beauty lying before him.
He leaned over the sleeping beauty, and inhaled deeply.
Bella stretched her body in her sleep, her legs pushing down under the covers, arching her back. Her little chest pushed up, and the primordial creature, insouciant as he was, noticed her little nipples pushing through the thin material across her nubile chest.
He climbed up on the edge of the bed with neither noise not disturbance, and settled on his powerful haunches, gazing in the dark at the lovely girl. He lifted up the sheet, studying the torso of his prey. An even stronger aroma of young, pristine girlflesh wafted up to his senses. It was a warm midsummer night, and the evening air did not awaken the slumbering woman-child, as he pulled the sheet further off her lithe form. The material across her body was the color of some flowers he knew. He ran his fingers across a bit of the silky material scattered about her side. It was soft and nice, even to his rough palm and fingers.
There had been a restless feeling, deep in his belly, ever since his wide, flat nostrils had first detected this wonderful rarity, this pristine human-female who possessed an egg, deep in her belly. Now that feeling was spreading throughout his belly, creating a heated drive in his loins, and his reproductive apparatus, usually pocketed inside his belly, was restless, expanding, making itself known, demanding attention.
Barely sensing that something was irregular, the sleepy schoolgirl squirmed on the bed a bit, closing her slender arms about her torso in an unconscious sense of slight chill and disturbed modesty. Her right hand moved down her tummy to her crotch, and pressed against her private parts through the gathered nylon folds. The creature was enchanted, and his hand similarly migrated to his crotch, as he rubbed and fondled his emerging penis—a long, thick thing disproportionately large for his four-foot high frame. The first portion of animal cock that emerged was encased in leathery skin and coarse, matted black hair, and it was as thick as a baseball bat. This was merely the first part of his reproductive apparatus. The rest of his penis was contained inside this, something like a telescope. It had not come out in several decades, and as his dormant penis emerged into the air, a fetid stench filled the bedroom. He pulled the sheet all the way down. His excellent nocturnal eyes scrutinized every detail of Bella’s young form before him.
Bella now sensed something amiss, with the removal of the topsheet, but did not yet awaken. She twisted a little, left and right, and the humanoid creature focused on the form of young her hip. That was, after all the part of her anatomy with which he was interested.
He gingerly picked up a small mass of the shimmery pink stuff that was tossed about her hips, lifting it up, pulling it to her waist. Now, for the first time, he saw what he had otherwise sensed and sought: the pure, clean, smooth pussy of a pure, human girl—hairless. Not-yet-menstrual. Untouched. Immaculate. And—above all—fertile. He crouched there, quiet on his strong hairy ass, looking at the smooth skin of the pure, young vagina laid out before him.
The smell of her fresh young womanhood filled the room, and the swarthy creature was almost dizzy with sexual excitement.
Still asleep, Bella was now aware that something was amiss. Unconsciously, she reached for the sheet, which was down, out of her reach. Not finding it, she twisted her pubescent body a little, settling for unconsciously pushing her little pink nightie back down her hips. But the hairy crature lifted it back up, dropping it over her waist, where it puffed over her flat tummy and hips.
His flat, ugly nostrils inhaled the delicious scent of her nubile estrogen. However, the stench of his emergent penis, combined with the change of temperature across her light tanned skin, was more of a disturbance, summoning the innocent girl to a groggy wakefulness.
She opened her sleepy eyes, looking and reaching for the bedsheet. She could barely make out the figure of the thing sitting next to her hovering over her—she wasn’t sure what it was, if anything, in the dark of her bedroom. She reached out, touched it, and felt the hair, and beneath it, the taunt skin and the hard, muscular flesh. The creature’s rank odor assaulted her delicate nose. Bella gasped for a lungful of air and let out a scream—a loud soprano scream—which lasted for all of a half-second. Then it was brutally aborted by a powerful blow. The powerful creature struck her at her solar plexis with the heel of his palm, knocking the wind out of her, and she sprawled backwards, her hair whipping across the pillow.
Bella lay inert as he touched, groped and studied her without restraint. He pushed his face against the crook of her neck, and smelled wonderful human odors—perfume, sweat, soap, many others including—especially—fresh estrogen.
He examined the form of his mate. Although covered with the thin nylon of her pink nightie, her female form was transparent to his appreciative eyes, even in the dark of the bedroom. He was, after all, nocturnal and saw with the clarity of an owl. He touched the material again. It was so strangely nice. Again, he lifted it up, and with his animal instinct, gazed upon Bella’s smooth, young cunt.
The girl was nothing like his own specie.
But she was here.
She was female.
She was pristine.
And she was fertile!
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