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Another lame job, another set of suck-ey coworkers, Belle thought. And the train ride! One hour and three trains just to wrangle people that, most of the time, can hardly understand a simple instruction. How hard could it be to interpret "pull down the lap bar and take off your hat" in any language? Especially when simple hand motions are involved.

Belle sighed and slumped back in her hard train seat. She'd, for once found a whole car all to herself on the late train home. She was able to sit and rest her tired feet on the seat next to her. Plus, no crazy homeless man saying she had a pretty name.

She had a few stops to go yet till she had to change trains again, so Belle rested her head back on the window and closed her eyes for just a moment.

And a moment later she was asleep.

As she slept the train started to slow. The train was still underground, leaving the windows looking out at drab concrete walls. The lights in her car started to flicker and go out, leaving only the one above her head illuminating a small area in a dim yellowed light. The shadows at either end of the car started to shift and slither and an almost serpentine hissing could be heard emanating from the brakes as the train came to a rest.

The lack of movement finally woke Belle from her light slumber, and her head jerked upright. She had just a moment to look around and wonder at the darkness when it became complete as the last florescent tube flickered one last time and extinguished. The last thing Belle saw before the light was gone was a few tendrils of shadow that seemed to reach for her.

Belle froze in the pitch black silence, waiting for something anything , to happen. She screeched when something brushed her tail, and she pulled them back up onto the seat, clutching her knees to her chest. When nothing else happened for a moment, her shaking started to slow.

'Maybe it was nothing...' She thought. 'Maybe it was just a, ugh, bug or something. I should really be worried about the power outage. If this takes to long my last train home is going to stop running! I'm going to get stranded and I'll have to call home and get someone to come get me-' "Agh!" Something wrapping around her tail and tugging it toward the ground cut of her thoughts. ' That wasn't a bug! What was that!'

Belle grabbed her tail and tried to tug it back while she squinted through the darkness, trying to see what was pulling on her tail. Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the dim blue glow of the tunnel lights, and in it the shape of the seats was becoming clear. She could also see that the thing encircling her tail was a sickly purple color and glossy, the light glinting off the surface. Belle's eyes widened and her struggles redoubled as she pulled at her tail, trying frantically to free it.

She didn't notice however the gooey tendril arching up behind her until it struck. It whipped forward, pulling Belle back against the seat by her neck. Her hands let go of her tail and started tugging at the rope around her neck, but not for long because soon both were pulled from their task and restrained behind her back. He ankles were, too, gripped by slick tendrils as they spread her legs wide, leaving Belle feeling unprotected and vulnerable.

With her head held back against the seat she couldn't see what was coming next, but as soon as she felt it, she knew she was in trouble. She could feel another tendril touch the inside of her thigh.

"Oh, gods..." she whimpered, and the rope around her neck tightened to the point that it was becoming hard to breath. The touch at her thigh drew higher and higher until it found the center of her. Then it used it's thickness to rub at her through her pants, pulling a reluctant low moan from Belle's throat. The press of the offending tendril also caused Belle's breath to come in quick gasps, making it easy for the airborne chemical to work.

Belle's struggles started to slow, and her moans became less pitying, more eager. The tentacle around her throat loosened just enough that she could take deeper breaths, and more tendrils started to creep up her arms and under her shirt. Belle could feel the tendrils work their way quickly under her over shirt, through her tank top and even wriggle their way into her sports bra. By now the pheromones that Belle had been inhaling had lowered her thinking to simple thoughts like 'Oh... That feels goooood...'

More feelers started to slide along her skin, circling her waist and creeping higher. Then, everything stopped for a moment, leaving Belle panting and gasping on the edge of release. After a moment, Belle was coming down slowly when there was an explosion of movement. Belle gasped as her shirts were shredded by the tendrils around her chest. Even her bra had succumbed to the terrible force.

Again, the movement paused for a moment while Belle's breathing slowed. Even the tentacle at her crotch had moved away. Belle looked down to see where it had gone just in time to see it wriggle under the waist band of her jeans. She threw back her head at the feeling as two more slipped into her underwear, and the first reached her clit. It started to rub circles on her sweet spot as the others slipped inside of her already dripping sex.

Belle cried out and tried to back against her abusers but more tentacles circled her torso, holding her fast in place. Yet another tendril wrapped itself around her muzzle, effectively cutting off any more noise. The two at Belle's hot center started to piston in and out of her against each other. Belle whined around the gag, her breath coming in quick, hissing gasps through her nose and teeth.

Movement stopped again as she was about to fall over the edge of orgasm, leaving Belle to fall back again. This happened three more times, driving Belle to exhaustion.

Finally, finally instead of stopping, the ministrations of her attacker started to speed up. Also, one more tendril slipped into her pants, passing its brethren which were pumping her hole, and slid along her perineum. This sent a wave of shivers up Belle's spine, sending her ever closer. Then, that last tendril started to use its tip to prod at Belle's asshole.

Belle's eyes flew wide, her nostrils flared and her gasp echoed down the empty train car. At last, Belle was allowed that last bit that tipped her over the edge.

And Belle... fell.

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"The next stop is Rosa Park's Station," a tired voice said over the intercom system. "Transfer point to the Green Line."

Belle plinked her eyes open at the announcement. Her mind felt slow and clumsy as it tried to comprehend.

When it did she slowly sat up, feeling every muscle in her body twitch and pull.

"Oh..." she sighed. 'Did anyone get the plate of the... whatever it was that hit me?' She thought. She looked out the window as the brakes squealed. 'Rosa Park's... Oh shit! That's my station!' She gathered her stuff and slipped out of the train as the doors were closing again.

It wasn't until she was seated on the next train that her dream came back to her. "Oh, god..." She sighed. That dream again...