Gaston was walking throw the forest looking for signs of the beast the Belle's crazed father had babbled about when he came back into town. Gaston had no high motives here, if he killed the beast, then the girl would have to thank him. And Gaston wanted
her to thank him in bed of course. Gaston might not have been the brightest in the library, but he was an experienced hunter, and he knew when he was not alone in the woods. He was being stalked. Gaston was not above playing games with his prey either,
and if this beast wanted to hunt him, he would hunt it as well. Gaston knew a hollow in the woods that would be perfect. Gaston lead the beast there and was quickly up a tree with his musket ready waiting for the beast to appear.
"You really would do anything to sleep with that girl wouldn't you?" a monstrous voice echoed.
A beast that could talk? Gaston was interested, but still not afraid.
"You have more muscle then brains don't you?" the voice echoed, "Lets see which muscle I find tastiest."
A fist like paw came sweeping down from above him, the blow to his head sent him falling to the ground. Gaston's back ached, his head spun, feeling below him his musket was broken. The forest was dancing and blurred. A massive form dropped down in front
of him. In his delirium it looked to have Belle's face on instant and a monster's face the next.
"You wanted my body? Well no I want yours!" the thing sneered.
The clawed hand tore Gaston's pants and pantaloons off in one stroke then a punch to the forehead cause Gaston to real even more. His body's reaction to the tongue on his manhood was automatic however. Once his body was fully excited the beast strataled
him like some of the tavern girls and rode him like a lover. In spite of Gaston's panic or maybe because of it his manhood was larger then ever and this thing riding him seemed to love it.