The Daisy Chain

Story by ZeHell-ScythefanToo

NOTICE: This story is technically applicable for the bestiality tag, but I did not tag this thread as such because it is only just applicable: a single furry humanoid character is sentient, but not sapient. Same goes with U12, but for plot-related reasons I will not spoil - again, only technically applicable. The parts are labelled just in case.

Finally time for a multi-part story from me, eh? This story, which I realize is slightly embarrassing to mention since I notice she is still active, is my personal homage (I guess I should actually say tribute here instead?) to the works of CuteyCindyHoneyMoon. (I daresay a couple memorable stories - Fairy Chronicles and Yuriko - jumpstarted my fetish pretty handily, and I've read most everything at ASSTR from then on.) Not that it specifically follows her style, or quirks, or range of themes, but merely a handful of common things: all in the family, devolving into orgies (eventually!), secrets turned loose from their chains (well, metaphorical ones), and dare I say nothing without those sexable lovable beautiful hermaphrodites! Maybe even a universe takeover in the future or something, it hasn't happened yet. It's all in my style, of course - I'm sure that if she had written this it would have come out completely different. And had an exponential factor more commas.

I developed this story in self-contained set parts; of course, the most logical course of action would be to read them in order, but each of them can be read on their own without missing any of the vital information expressed, perhaps more vividly, in previous parts. (Of course, later parts spoil almost everything, so.) If I add more to this, it may very well be not in single parts further, but in the format of a "Book 2"'s worth of parts if I have enough epiphanies concerning the direction of future endeavors.

You can read the full story on my site (fancy reader) (plain text), download the full story as an attachment (942446), or open the separate parts below to read on...

Part 1: The Fur Factor

Tags: futa/female, reluctance, impregnation, bestiality

Part 1 Part 1: The Fur Factor

F/H, ~NC

I could hardly believe my eye pressed to the portable microscope, watching all of those little swimmers wriggle about in the most recent cotton swab that had spent purchase on the forest floor. It took everything I had not to whoop out loud as I noted the very visible trail of musk and ejaculate leading onward. I was finally getting close to a solid lead on this investigation! The fact that the semen degraded so quickly, either due to genetic weakness or environmental factors such as animals tromping about and frequent rainstorms, was a tricky factor to gain purchase upon, but the serial animal rapist I'd been hunting for just about a month was finally going to meet his match!

When the phone call came up, and the detective with the case file manila folder and bags of sleep under his eyes accumulated during likely weeks without knocked at my front door, I was skeptical. The local police force, hire an old (as in womanly old - not *quite* menopause, god forbid granny, but not quite the gal she used to be, you know?), washed up biological studies scientist (as the suits like to call the position) like me? When I actually stopped chuckling long enough to pore over the contents of the sizeable manila folder, I understood why. It documented several subjects, most of them woodland animals, some of them domesticated and reported missing, and all of them female, with consistent signs of sexual assault: an always nearly identical bruising pattern in the genital region, and a DNA match for dried semen. The forensics scientist on call felt her head spinning in circles if she had to look at even one more sample related to the case, so I was sought to both track down and identify the criminal at all costs, before they began to spread disease or other nasty side effects! I had a track record for this kind of work, both in the name of my old job in the African wetlands - let's not speak more on how that career ended - and contractually with the metropolitan police for the district of my prior place of residence, but I'd moved away since then after I felt it was time to 'retire', so to speak. I'd plenty in the coffers for a good few years yet, never married, day-traded my way to a variably remarkable degree of success, and had a number of IRAs I'd had yet to roll upon - not yet that old, I said, right? So why was I hunted down and recruited yet again for the kind of assignment I'd put more than a little effort into shying away from? Oh, I had a very solid inkling that it was a good friend of mine, but I don't blame her one bit. As I said, I'm known to be no-holds barred at what I'm good at; I just need a bit of... motivation to d

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