Harsh Reality

The thing that squeezed through the doorway would put an observer in mind of something that could only be made by a taxidermist working with poor quality leftovers.

The bulk of the body was made from various dog pelts, stitched and stretched over a bulbous frame of mismatched bone and muscle that contrved to move on a pair of dog like legs that clicked and snapped with grinding bone. The mismatched design continued between the creature's legs, the organ that hung there seemed almost a joke.

The base of the organ was made from what must have been the knots from a dozen dogs, the clashing skin tones making it easy to pick out each of them. Although the ugly stitching that held the mass in one piece made that easy as well. Here, without fur to cover it, it was clear that the flesh around the stitches had begun to rot away, whatever foul power was keeping this thing moving was clearly not concerned with the fine longevity of its vessel.

The thing that sat atop this unholy base was almost normal compared to what was below. A horse cock, severed at the base and connected to this beast. Interestingly this part of the organ seemed to be healthy, showing no signs of rot, the stream of fluid that poured from the tip still seemed to have a taint of rot running through it, the colour something akin to very off milk.

Further up the body the poor workmanship was fully on display, the arms that hung limply by its side seemed to have been made from the arm and leg bones of various beasts. The hands where the only part that came from a single creature. The problem was knowing what creature that was, the four fingers, dark fur and ugly claws pointed to some meld of man and dog.

The misshapen head turned towards where Maria sat, seemingly unconcerned by the horror in front of her.The head itself was that of some kind of dog, comically undersized for the massive body it was clear that its only purpose was to be a place to put the eyes. The jaw hung limp, revealing a mouth blackened by rot. The fur had been shaved away at the point that the head had been attached to the mass below, here the rot was the worst. Every tiny movement **** thick pus from between the haphazard stitching as it seemed to lock on to Maria and move towards her.

Maria seemed not only unconcerned by this thing but actually aroused! Pushing herself down until her ass hung over the edge of the bed she let her legs spread wide. A single droplet of lubrication sliding from between her cunt lips to slide down the crack of her ass.

The abomination wasted no time, its cock swelling to full size, the knots starting to swell as the flared tip of the horse cock was pressed against Maria's opening. Its pallid paws wrapping themselves around her hips, the claws digging in deep enough to draw blood already.

Then it pulled her towards it, the motion dragging deep slices in the meat of her thighs as it stretched her sex out. The member, several times thicker than anything else she had ever taken, should have torn her open. Should have sent pain screaming through her body and a sound was drawn from her lips but it was a yowl of pleasure.

The monster leant itself forward bringing the bulk of its body over the bed. The motion causing tiny droplets of puss to splash down onto the nude form of Maria. All the while the cock was **** deeper, until it finally pushed up against her cervix.

One clawed hand left her thighs, wrapping itself around her neck, the dark power behind the monster seemed to exert more control over the meat puppet. A baleful aura began to engulf the beast, a dark light shining from its dead eyes as it squeezed down on Maria’s windpipe.

The previously weak grip of the beast was suddenly like steel, closing her throat as the unholy cock began to pump fluid into her, the flared head of the horse cock forming a seal that stopped anything from leaking out. The pain should have been unbearable yet Maria simply writhed under the horror. Uncaring of the violation, the pain of the deep wounds in her thighs or even the burning pain of her lungs.

Her vision began to grey, the dark eyes of the monster watching her writhe in the throes of ecstasy and **** with the interest of a scientist gassing animals just to see how they die. All the time as her mind began to fray the cock was pulsing inside her, ballooning her stomach up.

For a moment it seemed like it would not stop until she was dead, the claw around her throat unmoving as her movements became weaker and weaker.

Yet, when some demand had been met, the aura around the beast faded, standing straight up, the dog head lolling limply around on its neck as it turned and left. Its hand leaving Maria's neck, the horse cock releasing a torrent of unholy fluid to splash down on to the floor as it popped free from her, mixing with the blood from Maria's wounds.

Body limp, empty eyes stares up at the ceiling and slowly, without fanfare or note.

Maria died.