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Mother of Gods

A Story of Eroticism and Horror Within the World of Caruso

How in the hell do we frame these stories for a public school setting? Not only will the parents lynch us, but we risk psychologically damaging the students. The Mythology of the Roden is so messed up we really should make the grad students sign waivers before they take the seminars.

Merith Kern- Editor Notes for an unpublished collection of Myths from Canisia

Stephanie tried her best to keep her eyes open as she sat in the cafeteria, cranking slowly through the math problems Mr. Krif had assigned for the weekend. Math wasn't usually a problem for her, but lack of sleep the night before had junked her ability to see the equations.

Ruther had called her again last night. She hated talking on the phone after 12. Dad would never get angry at her for being up so late, but he had a weird way of crossing his arms, pursing his lips, and staring at the floor to ram his shame down her throat without any words at all. That and her plans to finish homework before meeting Wes at the Bistro rapidly deteriorated with each passing minute. The quiet of the school after the hordes of Roden, Canis, and Felidae students departed offered a sanctuary of calm so she could rapidly dispose of her tasks.

Instead her vision dimmed as yawns stretched between the scratches of her pencil.

It didn't help that she kept thinking of Ruther. His feline face, the contours of his eyes and the black of his sleek fur. She tried not to think of his white tipped ears and muscled arms always poking through his ridiculous cut off sleeves. She had thought long and hard about letting him have her. He wanted to romance her, bring her flowers and take her to the movies. Stephanie only thought about the spikes on a cat cock and how they would feel when she let him break her innocence.

But dad. He wasn't racist. He didn't want to hurt any of the "nice" Felidae he worked with, but he certainly didn't want to be their friends either. He talked a lot about old grievances and how Roden should never trust Felidae or Canis. He would sit in his study reading old books and fussing with his glasses. He would stare over the top of a book if she ever entered his study, stare with half hearted attention and try to let the conversation rot in boredom.

God he would flip his lid if he found out his daughter lost her virginity to a "god damn" cat.

She pulled at her ears and stretched. Her wiry, mousy tail stretched into a near straight line as well. It lifted her skirt slightly as she sat at the lunch table. She felt the cool air kiss the skin around her panties and gasped. She took a few glances around to make sure no one was in the cafeteria to notice her upskirt moment.

Still empty. That was actually kind of odd. It was quiet in the cafeteria, but never completely deserted after school. She yawned once more and turned to the math book.

"Why the hell am I so exhausted?" She said to herself. She had stayed up late before and never felt anything like this. She shook her head back and forth and pinched her white cheeks. She clicked her pen a few times and set the point back to the paper.

She wasn't looking forward to meeting Wes. It was a hard choice to shun Ruther and make such obvious advances to the idiot footballer Roden who lacked both Ruther's height and darkness. She knew how girls gravitated to the "dangerous" boys, but a fierce loyalty to her father made her run from the true source of her desires. Wes had played games with her when she asked him to take her to the harvest dance, and he acted like a total shit when they all hung out with her friends at the mall. She still fumed at the way he grabbed Sheila's tail and worked his slimy fingers up closer and closer to her ass.

Sheila tried to feign anger. She even slapped him. But everybody could tell Wes had thrilled the brown Canis with the tiny tits and and fluffy tail. She bored holes through him with side eyes the rest of the day. The shy little slut was obviously working up courage to talk to him. Get closer to him.

That was the moment Stephanie decided to bite the bullet and fuck Wes. Jealousy had motivated her far more than anything else. Hopefully it would get Ruther off her back once it came out she was no longer a "good" girl. It was an odd plan, and one that would still get some shame from her dad if her found out. But all morals and goals aside, all Stephanie really wanted was sex. She had experienced heat worse than the other girls in the final year of Highschool. She had made up her mind.

But damn. She was so tired. She found herself struggling to hold her head up.

It was getting worse. It was getting worse fast. Her thoughts began to slow as her vision blurred. "Oh...God...I think....doctor....something's wrong."

All faded to black. Stephanie tumbled down, down, down, past self and sense.

* * *

She awoke somewhere dark. The table where she sat resembled the one in the cafeteria. The floor looked just like the ugly black and brown linoleum of Gethfell Highschool as well. But everything else now seemed wrapped in an alien, almost blue darkness. The windows were gone, and the friendly brick walls with large, regular doors opening to each wing of classrooms had vanished. The room was completely sealed off with no exit in sight. The dark behaved in a strange way. Something was lighting the corners and sporadic spots all around, but Stephanie couldn't discern where the light was coming from.

"It's a dream. It's just a dream. It's the only explanation." Stephanie tried to convince herself her new surroundings were tricks of her brain. But the vividness and the strong sense of awareness she felt cast doubt upon the thought. She felt awake now. The fatigue had dropped away as she took in this frightening new world.

She was imprisoned. There was no way out.

The only place she hadn't looked was up. She glanced from one corner to the next. The darkest place of all in this cell was the ceiling. All of the eerie light spilling in random pools around her died in a roof much higher than the school's. Yet she could make out something above her. She had no clue as to how she could see it, like faint stars that blink out when you look right at them, but above her streaked faint white lines. They didn't dart in clean directions, rather they curved and morphed into a kind of structured haze. There were knots, dead ends, and ominous looking nets in a cloud of dim pearl.

She had only seen shapes like this in a spider's web.

From behind her, a sound like the cracking of knuckles and arthritic toes thundered from above. Then followed a deep, moist breath as the thread-like clouds began to shift and stir in a cold, yet damp wind. Another noise like the clearing of a massive throat also echoed through the phantom world so much resembling the familiar home of her school.

Stephanie turned and looked high into the air. She screamed and pressed both of her palms to her mouth. Hovering above with legs tangled and gripping the fine filaments of webs, hung what looked like a spider. But with a few seconds of sight, the differences between the thing and a spider began to swell in the mind.

First, it stretched nearly fifteen feet across, twenty in length with even more distance in its massive legs. Where a spider would move within a hard, dark carapace, this creature sported what looked like shaved, bare flesh. It pulsed and glistened with sweat as it's slow breath caused the center to inflate and release. It sported ten legs instead of eight. As it opened it's legs, it mirrored the movement of a hand reaching out with rigid fingers. A tail stretched into the darkness with wiry coils and a sickening rattle as it flipped and snapped in its descent.

Worst of all was its face. The eyes sat in two groups of three. They shone in the false light the way pools of black water beamed beneath a halogen street lamp. The rest of it's face split into infernal jaws like mandibles. The underside was lined with irregular, dizzying holes. Some had stingers or claws hanging within them. Others had dripping tentacles, rolling within shallow wells. Some gaped like caverns, hiding myriad horrors.

Stephanie pissed as it lowered itself. Her panties soaked through and the yellow stream crawled down her left leg. She didn't care. Her mind locked up to an internal scream. She fell to her knees and cried at the sight of the thing.

It shook as it settled upon the floor. It seemed to awaken from an ancient and infinite sleep. With one last wet breath, it rose upon it's legs and stood well above Stephanie's height. As it looked down upon her, the black eyes almost focused. These were not the eyes of a beast, rather they seemed intelligent as they focused upon her. Stephanie's fear did not abate at its gaze. Rather it sat stagnant, clearing all of her thoughts and bladder.

And to her surprise, it spoke. The voice did not erupt from its nightmare of a mouth. The words forced their way into her mind. But to perceive it was to hear it, though no words could form from the monster's throat. As it spoke, the spider moaned and gurgled.

I am sorry. I am so so sorry. So very sorry.

It's apology offered no comfort to the now piss soaked mouse girl. Tears ran like oil down her face. It's voice rose barely above a whisper. From what she could tell, it sang with the sophistication of an old gentleman. But it also dripped with the lust of soulless killer.

This is not going to be a pleasant experience for you. But it is necessary. So very necessary. Stephanie had no emotions. She looked stoic as the thing spoke.

There are rules: stupid rules that are there for some reason or another. I have to explain all of this to you. It would probably be better if I didn't. But rules are rules.

The smell of urine finally reached Stephanie's nostrils. It awoke her from the horror induced stupor if only slightly. She began to gasp and breath with nauseating speed. The anxiety of her now surreal predicament shifted her body into overdrive.

You are intoxicating.

Stephanie's heart dropped at those words. Her breathing stilled and she bit her lip as hard as she could.

I am Ishtar, born of the stars and fed from a darkness that yawns deep within them. This world, this universe is woven upon the fabric of our minds, built upon the bricks of our passions, and dies for no purpose other than our own. Life as you understand it grew from the wreckage of our great, and pointless wars. The form I take now is close to my true self, but infinitely smaller so that I can manifest to you.

It spun around as if to indicate the nonsensical expanse of the room they now occupied. I have drawn you to a pocket dimension. Some of its aspects are likely familiar to you, this was only out of convenience. This place is my design and it will serve me perfectly. As you have no doubt noticed, there is no escape, nowhere to run. If there were windows here, you would see nothing but darkness stretching into eternity. The only light in this world is that which I create myself.

Stephanie caught her breath and managed a few squeaking words. "What do you want?"

I am sorry. So very sorry. The familiar refrain both sickened and enraged Stephanie. The creature's voice was sounding less and less sincere with each repetition. I am all that exists of my kind. Time...and war, have erased us from the eons. The creature turned to Stephanie again. The black of it's eyes had somehow turned a dark shade of red. A faint, blood tinged light began to cascade upon her damp, shivering form. But the Ueric have found it necessary to extend a poor wretch like me a lifeline. This living relic of the first times with all its ugly brutality simply must survive if life is to continue its endless March to oblivion. The Ueric need the living minutia so much more than they need to end the existence of a fiend like me.

It reached one leg forward. The joints and claws on its fleshy, stinking appendage caressed her cheek before falling to her collar bone. Stephanie gasped as it's touch. The leg, in it's thick and profane movement was cold. Her nipples hardened with the chill as it drew a hard talon down to the center of her chest.

They will allow me to breed. You will be the vessel that holds my seed.

Stephanie's horror spilled out in waves. The creature's intentions were clear as it slid the vile claws down between her breasts. It pulled slightly at her blouse with a playful but firm twist.

Without so much as a thought, the mouse rose to her feet and ripped away from the leg pawing at her chest. As she turned, the violence of her flight ripped the buttons off her white shirt revealing the frilled, lace bra beneath. Her legs forced her up at lightening pace as her brain fired with endless screams of "Run...Run...RUN!" She didn't move five feet before falling flat on her face into the bleak grey bricks of the floor.

Either the monster was stunned or her flight made no difference. In reality it was likely both, but a cruel sense of hope clawed its way into Stephanie's mind. She dashed to the opening of a hall, very similar to the one she used to drift down in a haze on her way to Chemistry. In her fear, Stephanie forgot about the sealed, inescapable nature of her prison. The strange, blue darkness lured her into a false hope as she crashed face first into the soulless barrier. For a moment, her nose felt broken as a tinge of blood met her cheeks.

It was moving. There was no hurry. It felt no rush or panic. It's claws clicked along the floor as it drifted closer and closer to it's prize. Stephanie managed to lift herself up to face it. For a moment, her fear collapsed into anger.

"WHY?! Why me?! God Damn it...WHY IS IT ME?!"

Kirith tilted it's alien head in a sign of puzzlement. "They never told you? There were no warnings? No prophecies?"

Stephanie tried to rise again to her feet in a desperate attempt to flee in some other hopeless dead end. The spider, the God, moved with unreal reflexes, almost phasing out of reality to manifest directly into her path. Her mind had no way to process the images, the sensations of it's rapid restraining. Two claws nearly crushed her wrists and wrenched her arms into straight, agonizing extensions. It nearly ripped them out of their sockets. Two other legs gripped her legs behind the kneecaps with a gentler, but still otherworldly tension. It rose upon four of it's rear legs and lifted her into the air. The final two legs extended once again to her chest. The claws there opened with a gingerly caress and began to draw circles around her tits. She felt her nipples harden again and tried desperately not to scream.

More than a thousand years ago your people called out to the skies for aid. They wanted liberation, safety, and vengeance. The people's surrounding them had hunted their tribes to near extinction. Moreover, they consumed the flesh of their children and reveled in their pain. I answered their prayers. I came to them with power and arcane magiks that made the Roden the most feared people of Fenra. I only asked for one thing in return.

The monster used it's claws to clasp her open blouse. With one swift pull, the shirt ripped, leaving the bra exposed. With no ceremony or comment, a single flick split the bra and it stripped it from her chest. It rest it eyes upon her bare tits. The legs holding her arms pulled them back behind her, clamped her wrists in one savage hand and pulled her arms up with a jerk. Both shoulders dislocated with a dry snap. It focused the attention of three appendages upon her breasts as the helpless Roden screamed in pain. It squeezed two of her breasts to distorted shapes while poking a claw into her left nipple. It stopped to speak again.

Your ancestors sold you to me for power and safety. I demanded a virgin. They made me wait a millennium. I have slept in darkness waiting for this day to come. I have watched you since you were born. I have waited for you to flower. And now, I will have my bond.

The creature moved into a curled shape as webs darted from its back. They lifted into the air as the four back legs moved into position. It pulled her skirt down and gripped hard upon her knees. With impossible strength, it stretched her legs apart as it's eyes feasted on the site of her urine soaked panties. It could see the outlines of her virgin pussy in the wet, white silk. Fresh tears welled in her eyes as the claw jammed deeper into her nipple. It pierced and pushed far, going at least two full inches into her tit. Warm fluid pumped as a new wave of urine dripped from her crotch.

But it wasn't just urine now.

I could just force my brood into your body, make no ceremony or sport of it. But for the best chance of surival, my children need a vessel to accept them. To pull them in. I need you hungry for breeding. I am very sorry. But I am going to make you cum. I am going to fuck you until your mind breaks. I am injecting you with a powerful aphrodisiac, my own special blend. You should already feel it increasing the flow of blood to your breasts. It will swell the walls and skin of your precious little cunt and make you into a geyser of fluids. I would encourage you to try to relax and enjoy. But really, it's going to get painful. I am sorry.

Stephanie couldn't believe the sudden rush of sensations flowing through her body. It felt as if hot lube had erupted with her and was now gushing from every orifice. The creature maneuvered another clawed digit to her crotch and began to rub her pussy. The agony in her arms disappeared as the thing rubbed her clit. The pincers gripped it's tiny flesh through her panties and pulled it up and slightly out. Stephanie squealed with an even mixture of terror and ecstasy. She could feel the heat of its red eyes boring into her crotch as it teased. The claw moved from the clit to the opening of her pussy and prodded, only gently pushing in a few centimeters.

Stephanie came as Kirith watched. She had never cum before, but the sudden leaking of clearish white fluid from her crotch shocked her thighs and her breathing quickened. Kirith clasped her breasts and pushed its needle even deeper into her tit. An overwhelming urge to piss thundered through her hips, but there was none left to release.

"Oh GOD!!! Oh.....DEAR FUCKING GOD!!!"

Stephanie rocked her hips as another orgasm pounded through her thin, wiry frame. Her eyes crossed as the pleasure began to subside. She wanted to beg for mercy. She knew she beg it to let her go. The strength to do so failed in the wake of her body's ecstasy.

The thing brought her closer, opening her legs so wide she feared they would break. The legs pulled and contorted, twisting her around and lifting her crotch to the creature's face. I have waited so long. The scent of you. The sound of you. It is so much better than my fantasies could conceive.

The claws clasped the sides of her panties. Her final article of clothing tightened up into her ass as another leg lifted her tale. The rumblings of another orgasm shivered through her, but failed to break through her horror. Her panties slid, crumpled and dragged down as the cold air of this dark hell kissed the wet, throbbing lips of her cunt.

Part 2

Somehow, the eyes of Kirith radiated an intense heat upon her pussy. Stephanie felt as if the God could penetrate her with his eyes alone. A new rush of fluid dripped from her hole as the creature's mandibles extended and shivered. He flipped the mouse into an upright position and spread her legs once again. It's face drifted down close as one of it's horrid jaws reached out to give her sin a gentle, but firm caress.

Stephanie had never felt so obscenely naked. Her chest heaved with rapid but deep breaths as she anticipated penetration from either the creatures infernal tounge, or any other manner phallic of legs or horrors. It rushed four of the clawed legs straight to her crotch with ferocious speed, but rather than dig straight into her pussy, the claws clasped at the tight folds of wet, shivering skin around her hole.

With a brief digging, clasping and clamping, the four claws secured a wide clump of flesh, extending down into the virginal innards of her pink pussy. With a lascivious growl, the spider opened her. The pussy was tight, so tight. Flesh pulled and stretched to give the glowing red eyes an unholy view of the mouse's innards. The hole stayed tight and shut, but so much flesh from the vagina tugged at it's center that her hymen threatened to burst then and there. There was no resisting anymore. The orgasm that had lingered in her bowels burst forth as the cool air pressed upon her quivering hole.

"Oh God...oh fuck....oh my fucking....UUUUGHHH ugh, ugh....GOD DAMN IT."

She was dripping from her sex. So wet, so sore, so hungry for any type of cock that wanted it. It took every bit of will power not to beg the creature to fuck her. How long could she last?

"Your womb is small." It said with concern. "But...I have ways of making you...accommodate my children." The needled tentacle withdrew from her tit. Tears leaked from her eyes as true pain racked her chest. Before she could react, the needle whirled above her head in a lightening fast WHIP, and penetrated even further into her other breast. The nipple buckled and swelled as it violated her breast. She clenched her teeth and nearly passed out from the pain. The familiar warmth of lube and heat emanated from every orifice of her body as more of the aphrodisiac rushed into her her nipple.

This time, Kirith's aggression took her to new heights of ecstasy and agony. The needle violently withdrew from the nipple, sending a thin line of white fluid across the room. Just as quickly it jammed the apprendage back into her breast. It withdrew, pierced, withdrew, pierced until a small gush of blood began to dribble down her chest. Her body reeled as the needle fucking pushed her at once closer, and so much farther away from another orgasm. More and more fluid leaked from her body, and even her asshole began to drip with clear, hot, viscous slime.

"You are almost ready. Like well cured meat. I will fuck you until there is nothing left of you. Then, I will fuck you even more."

As the monster spoke, it's massive tail moved out of the darkness. He brought it up between them. He showed her the phallic, yet horridly jointed appendage. There were no words in her mind. As the second horrid injection of it's infernal fluid coursed through her veins, every orifice on her body screamed to be filled. Even her mouth dripped with sweet, sticky drool and she licked her lips at the sight of the cock hovering before her eyes.

With one last heavy pull at her lugs, nearly dislocating them from her body, the member flipped beneath her into position. Her poor, hungry pussy throbbed at the presence of cock knocking at her womb. As it closed in, the pincers and clamps gripped onto the flesh of her cunt, spreading them wider than every before. Her hymen broke as her vagina winked open. She squealed at the pain even before the dick had touched the skin of her pussy. They collided. Stephanie let out a grunt as the massive cock insisted upon entry. At first, her pussy held fast at the enormity of it's first fuck. Her pelvis ached as the entirety of her bowls buckled under the first prodding thrust.

The second parted her gates and a small bit of the head entered. Stephanie began to cum, baptising it's tip in the unholy warmth. All she could do was scream at the pleasure as a third thrust opened her pussy wide. The head entered and a bit of the shaft grazed her clit as it swelled the lips of her ravenous pussy. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as the monster began to fuck her hole. In, out, in, out, each time it penetrated deeper and deeper. The orgasm never stopped as it defiled both her body and mind. Stephanie smiled as her innocence tore to shreds.

The monstrous member forced it's way to a depth the mouse knew wasn't natural. She could feel the walls of her cervix twitching as the cock pushed harder and harder at the gate to her womb. It was too far. This was going to kill her. She felt as if an organ may spill out of her swelling stomach. A massive rush of slime evacuated out of her ass as the cock and the long tentacle pushing it in began to flex inside of her.

"Ugh...oooo....OOOOOooooo....don't stop....tear me apart!!!"

The creature had made no sounds of pleasure during Stephanie's ordeal. It stared, stoic and focused like a surgeon cutting into a cadaver. Now as it spoke within her mind once again, it seemed almost, giddy.

"We must expand your womb. And it seems we will also need to plant some of my precious young in your throat and bowels as well."

Stephanie's words formed with no thought backing them. "Put...PUT THEM WHERE YOU WANT...JUST FUCK ME...JUST KEEP FUCKING ME!!!"

Kirith made a sound not unlike laughter. The tentacle in her womb suddenly stiffened and flexed into an angled shape. It moved like a finger, curling into a "come hither" gesture. Stephanie could feel internal organs move with the flex and began to vomit. It was not vomit of bile and undigested food, rather it was a vomit like the fluid injected into her now wrecked tits. The sweet taste and smell filled her brain as it gushed from both her mouth and nostrils.

"This is the most dangerous part little Roden. Expanding your womb will fill you with such pleasure, you may not survive it. Hold tight, and try to keep breathing."

* * *

Kelly once talked about how Grant had "nailed" her G-spot. Stephanie wasn't the biggest fan of the whorish Felidae girl who always wore short skirts and thin tank tops. The black of her fur glistened under the halogen lights of the school and almost every boy of all species had spent hours staring at the kitten from all angles. Stephanie herself had thought about how beautiful the pink of her pussy must be hiding between the sable black of her legs. Stephanie wasn't the type of girl to fool around with other chicks, but Kelly may have been her one exception. She wasn't fond of the cat, but would jump at the opportunity to taste her twat.

Kelly usually fucked other Felidae, and was especially fond of the tiger boys on the track team. She often bragged about the size of the spurs on their cocks and how the only way she could get off was by riding a spiked monster dong until her pussy drenched his legs in blood. Supposedly Felidae girls had leathery, stalwart cunts and could only cum with the razored members ripping their skin apart. She gave the wiry Geth boy Grant a shot not out of adventure, but weird curiosity. He had bragged to a few of the other wolves he could get a Felidae girl off without the spurs and didn't need to use the cock rings sold at gas stations that helped Sheoul and Geth alike pretend to be Felidae. He claimed he could do it with his hands.

Kelly had heard of the G-spot, but thought that was just some weird "health class" thing. Mark took her out, bought her a plate of expensive tilapia, and had his hands in her panties less than an hour later. At first she sneered as he maneuvered his clawed fingers in and out of her rigid lips. She let out an audible sigh as he jammed the third finger in. But then he began to move both fingers in the "come hither" gesture. At first he was gentle. Kelly felt the spark of pleasure cascading up and down her thighs. He gradually increased the tension, hooking his claw and flexing his elbow as the fingers swirled clockwise inside of her.

Kelly didn't normally coo during sex, but she sang like a canary as his fingers got more and more aggressive. A tear ran along the inside of her nose as his forearm began to flex and the digging, pulsing, and gripping approached pain. But she didn't want him to stop. Stephanie was a little weirded out as Kelly reached into her panties as she told the story. The sleepover had been one she would never forget, but not one girl at the party moved to stop the now musky, black Felidae responding to the most personal of "truth" questions in the game of truth or dare. The story of her most powerful orgasm had captivated all of the girls, and they all watched with envy as kelly looped her fingers around her pink bikini underwear and pulled them down.

She was obviously in heat. The girls had all felt it at least once, so it wasn't the most uncommon thing for a girl to lose control when pressed about discussing sex if she was in the middle of "the special time." But they were all enjoying this little spectacle a bit too much. Stephanie followed suit, and removed her sweat pants, spreading her legs on her sleeping bag, leaning back and rubbing vigorously at her clit. The dalmatian girl across the room removed her shirt and began rubbing and licking her nipples. Stephanie had heard that weirdo bitch was into diapers and shitting herself while fucking. The other girls all began to chat about fashion magazines and diets as the three of them masturbated together. Stephanie was a little embarrassed, but the girls all knew the routine of "heat" and it's frustrations.

She was thinking of tiger's as her clit stiffened. She thought about black panthers as she reached with her left hand and dug a finger beneath her tail. When she began to finger her asshole, she thought of Ruther. She imagined gleaming spurs on his majestic, fat cock sliding into her pussy. He would leave it in as he ripped into her virgin cunt, let it sit and fill her so she could settle and get used to it's girth. When he pulled it out, it would cut. She could bleed onto his balls as he fucked her.

Stephanie tried so hard to cum with the other girls. But orgasm always eluded her. She let out a few quiet moans as the other girls came with ease.

Soon...She thought.

* * *

The monstrous phallus pushed upon her bruised and aching cervix. It's thrusts slowly intensified more and more as the alien cock somehow swelled larger. Just as the door to her womb began to break open, the tentacle stopped, crammed itself as far in as it could go, and began to swell to nauseating size. All Stephanie could do was grunt and gag as the orgasms continued to thunder through her hips.

The tentacle then stiffened, and pulled forward with a mighty lurch. The mouse's belly swelled and distended as the head of the demon cock hammered into her organs. Vomit once again spewed from her mouth as Kirith pulled the member back, pushing into her bowels and releasing a wet fart from her ass. Slowly, the tentacle pulled forward again. Back, forward, back, forward, angled on a joint like a giant finger motioning "come hither" within her guts.

Stepahanie's thoughts were muddled, clouded with pleasure and fear as the morbid fucking twisted her body. "Fuck...fuck...is that...? Oh no...Oh FUCK...the G....he's hitting my G..." Stephanie's mind went blank as boiling hot cum shot into her pussy. The pressure sprayed the cum like a geyser as the tentacle flexed and fucked. She gushed and squirted. Grotesque sloshing sounds drifted up to her ears as the tentacle rolled and sprayed its foul fluid into her sex. Her pour, abused pussy drank the white, viscous fluid greedily, almost sucking the cock the way a seasoned whore would devour the rod of a billionaire. The tentacle's orgasm didn't lessen. Each second brought more pressure, more cum, and faster, deeper thrusts.

Stephanie screamed until her throat constricted. Her breath rasped and she tasted blood in her mouth. Her cries now shifted closer to wails of pain, but the pleasure only rose as her cervix began to weaken. Slowly the gate to her womb failed. The tentacle pushed harder than ever as it sensed her inability to keep its invasion at bay. The penetration sent her lower half into a fit of convulsions as the cock began to twist and dig into her open cervix. The cum finished the job as the hardest jets of white goo entered her uterus. Her left eye began to bleed. Blood vessels burst as her blood shot through her veins faster than it ever should. Kirith's own pleasure caused the spider to flex its monstrous legs. It threw it's abominable head back as the cervix opened and the head of it's demonic cock broke the girl's last virgin barrier. Her right leg snapped as it pulled the thighs apart too wide for her hips to handle.

She had stopped breathing. Cum continued to erupt from her pussy, but all signs of life and pleasure had fled from her eyes. Kirith composed himself and looked her up and down. After a few seconds of cum pumping, It brought it's needle appendages up into the air. With no fanfare or foreplay, the needles pierced her nipples and shot into the meat of breasts. A third bio-syringe shot from one of the infernal holes on the spider's abdomen and whipped to the know overflowing cunt. With a near simultaneous jab, the new needle plunged directly into Stephanie's swollen Clitoris.

"AAAGGGHHHHH!!! AAAGH! AAAGHHH!!! LET ME DIE LET ME DIE LET ME DIE LET ME DIE!!!!!!!!" The terrified words burst from her lips as the needles pumped aphrodisiac in bursts. The needles withdrew and penetrated, withdrew and penetrated as blood and cum mixed in a pink fountain of cursed, agonizing sex.

We are only just beginning. There is so much left for us to do.

* * *

Stephanie had just changed another soaked tampon. The white fur around her pussy had been tinged a reddish pink over the last week and no matter how hard she tried, the stains remained persistent and wet. It was just awful, and she couldn't shake the nagging fear that a smell was following her. This was the fifth time heat had snuck up on her this year and it nearly drove her insane. She would stand with her back arched in the shower letting hot water wash over her crotch. The feel of the stream on her clit would send electric pricks through her back and shoulders.

But she couldn't cum.

She spoke with her mother about the ordeal a few weeks ago and almost died of humiliation. Mom understood and asked if she had sex yet. Her blue eyes rolled not out of attitude or anger, but seeming empathy. "I would understand. I never had heat this bad before and I can't imagine what it's like." Stephanie shook her head and leaned over. She brought her arms over her waist and tried to steady her breathing. "Well...have you tried to masturbate?"

"Oh for fuck's sake mom!" She didn't even look up as a new ache took root in her asshole and flicked like a snake between the lips of her cunt. This was hell.

Mom laughed. It was actually a nice sound: light and quiet like a bird. "I know it's embarrassing, but I just want to help. Have you?"

Stephanie blushed. Her thin white fur couldn't hide the flushing of her cheeks as she sat up. "A little. I can't...I can't put my fingers in. Everytime I try it hurts too much. I rub myself and...oh God..."

Her mom placed a hand on her back and began to rub. "It's okay honey. Don't be embarrassed. I want to help you."

Stephanie hadn't felt close to her mother lately. But for now, she felt little. A girl ashamed and struggling with a body that seemed to hate her. She was so glad mom was here. She wouldn't say it, but she hadn't felt this safe in a long time. "I...play with my clit. I pinch it and rub it. It feels so good, but as I get closer to what I think is cumming, it starts to hurt. It starts to hurt really bad and I am wet and sticky and I stink..." the tears came fast.

Her mother wrapped both arms around her shivering body and held tight. Her breath slowed as the feeling of safety welled with her. "We can go back to the Doctor honey, but I think you might just need to have sex. I hate myself for saying it, but it will probably make it better. You are on the pill and you know how to protect yourself."

Stephanie listened and let the idea of a boy's cock flood her mind. How wonderful it would feel to just give herself up and let her pussy have what it craved. But it wasn't that simple. Her inability to put her fingers into her hole was confusing. Sure there was pain, sure she was afraid, but the real truth was weird. She just couldn't. Stephanie had a powerful sense that she SHOULDN'T break her hymen herself. Like she was destined for someone else. Try as hard as she could, masturbating was a pointless exercise.

Maybe if she could find a boy willing to oblige her sloppy nethers, relief could come. But she couldn't shake the feeling that no cock would ever have her. That she was somehow marked, destined, maybe even damned.

The shower was driving her crazy. She panted like a bitch and willed her fingers to break through. It was no use, the pain was just too much. She reached into the shower caddy and pulled out a pink bar of soap. She spent a minute lathering it between her fingers while grinding her teeth. She imagined what cumming would feel like as the bubbles frothed around her thumb. She knew how stupid this was, that soap was terrible lube, but desperation was driving her mad.

She bent over slightly and moved her fingers down between her breasts. They danced over nipples before meeting above her belly button. She rubbed her hips and moved her hands to her cheeks. The base of her tail just above her asshole was such a fun place to tickle, but she had never gone any further down. Stephanie applied pressure, drawing her middle finger over her sensitive hole. She drew circles around her anus and enjoyed the slippery caress of still foaming soap.

She hooked and pressed. Her ass was tight, tighter even than her miserable pussy. But the pain was less here. She felt the prick of her nail as the end of her digit opened her hole. Her breath caught in her chest. This was the closest her had ever been. Something was inside. It was the wrong hole, but still her fingers had managed to penetrate her body. It felt good, an instant flush of warmth flooded her bowels. The mouse girl lifted her leg to the wall and bent further forward. Her finger broke in as far as the knuckle.

"Oh...ugh....yeah..." She moved her finger in and out and imagined a cock. Her index finger instinctively dived in. She relaxed her gut and bore down the way she did while trying to shit. Kelly talked about how much easier it was to do anal if you tried to shit. Both fingers entered with ease. Stephanie could have dumped a whole load in the shower and not cared. All that mattered now was the fleeting joyous sensation of sex in her tight, now aching little asshole.

"Ugh...ugh...UUUUhh...I am such a dirty cunt...oh..." tears mixed with the hot water of the shower. She began to spread her fingers, opening her ass to let water drip over the flesh within. The sensation of her hole tightening and fighting against the probing of her digits made her cunt almost vibrate. She smashed her face against the wall and reached around with her other arm to jam two new fingers into her shitter.

"Oh God this is it. I'm...I'm gonna cum!" Four fingers gripped the strange wetness within her bowel, as her sphincter twitched into a tiny, but hungry gape.

"Oh fuck...OH FUCK...OH..."

But just as the height of pleasure dawned within her pussy, a sharp razor blade agony crashed like lightning within her clit. She collapsed and landed on all fours beneath the steaming hot rain of the shower. She balled up, pulled her arms tight to herself and cried. "I wanna die," she whispered to herself as she struggled to catch the remains of her breath.