Beauty and the Beast

a love story wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a latex teddybear's pelt



I went for a walk with a good friend of mine, and we talked as we walked the path into the park leading to 'us'.

We chatted amiably, talking about nothing and everything as good friends do. I never could put it out of my head that she was a girl and I being a boy knew that we walked down the path leading to 'us'.

On the sunday after a few convincing bottles of red wine, I kissed her cheek, and she, with or without her own consent, kissed me back, and then I knew that we were an 'us'.

After a while, I let out the chain on an animal that scuffled along behind me, as I have with many girls, to see whether they understood, and she, in her own way, let me know that she did, and on that day we did play and play and play.

After some gentle inquiries, and some nudging on my behalf in light of the fact that we were an 'us', I encouraged her to show me herself, unleash and let play, and initially she held back, refusing, but then after some time she let the chain out slowly, slowly...

My God, it had fangs. And claws… it was huge. It had 6 legs, three heads, and several Viking legends attributed to it. A great hairy mane of jet-black evil, and three eyes as red and craven as the harvest moon, and they were LOOKING. AT. ME.

I think it had an eyebrow raised.

I gulped, taking a step back. My animal yelped and ran behind me as the shadow of the Great Demon Beast fell over the two of us.

'My, what big teeth you have…' I said, feebly. She only stood and smiled, giggling, laying on the bed naked and looking rather... expectant....

'Where does this even go?' I asked, puzzled, holding the object in my hand.

'You'll figure it out!' she giggled, like Satan.

My neck was cold, and icy, as the wind moved through the wide-eyed trees.