An Offering
A very intense, very short, horror-themed erotic story for Halloween time.
Jen winced with each step, the click of her cloven hooves on the stone path swallowed by the darkness surrounding them. The clinking of the chain leash around her neck was a constant stark reminder of her coming fate. The fluffy, white-furred goat girl was dressed only in a large cloak, her hands bound firmly behind her back.
The leash that was pulling her along was held by a tall, wide figure, also wearing a black cloak that completely covered his body. She had no idea who he was, only that he had inherited possession of Jen at some point recently to deliver her to her destination. A lit lantern hanging from the belt around his waist was the only light they had as they walked along in the pitch-black darkness. Chirping bugs were the only other sounds in the night around them.
After hours of walking through the black, the faint light of a window appeared in the distance. As they gradually approached, the outline of a modest shack coalesced in Jen's sight. She swallowed, letting out a small whimper, realizing that they had finally arrived at her intended destination.
The large male stepped up to the door of the shack and knocked loudly. After a moment, the door squeaked open, seemingly of its own accord. He stepped inside without hesitation, pulling the goat girl along by her leash. The inside was lit only by the same lamp that sat in the window, causing wooden furniture to cast dancing shadows along the floor and walls. Sitting at small table in the center of the room was an old female owl wearing a thin white nightgown. Upon seeing them enter, the old bird stood slowly and approached, her posture bent from her advanced age.
"As is my sworn duty, the offering has been delivered." The large male held out his hand, dropping the chain leash into the old owl's grasp.
The bird tilted her head, studying Jen's cloaked figure. "And she is truly a virgin, yes? That is of upmost importance," the owl clucked.
"Everything is as commanded. My duty is complete." The cloaked male turned without any further words, treading out into the night and leaving Jen with her new owner.
The owl made a motion with her free hand and the door to the shack creaked closed and latched shut on its own accord. The old woman raised her hand towards Jen and the goat girl instinctively flinched away, chains jingling. The bird clicked her tongue in frustration before grabbing gently at the girl's cloak and removing it from her body.
Jen stood trembling in the shack, her bare figure exposed. Fluffy white fur covered her petite figure, the black flesh of her nipples standing out in blunt contrast. She looked away, blushing in her shame.
The woman let out a soft coo and nodded. "It's understandable that you would be afraid. But you do understand, yes? That what you are doing is for the good of the world?"
Jen nodded meekly. She knew that's what everyone had said, but it was still hard to believe.
"Well, not too much longer then." The old bird produced a small satchel seemingly out of nowhere. She loosened the drawstrings and reached a feathered hand inside. "I can't say that it will be a pleasant experience, but perhaps this will make it... more bearable." With that, she withdrew her hand and blew into it, sending a cloud of red dust into Jen's face.
Against her will, Jen inhaled deeply, taking in a large amount of the mysterious powder. What felt like a roiling fire began in her throat and tumbled down the inside of her body, sending intense heat through her veins. She cried out as it reached her chest, her small breasts seeming to double in size, her black nipples standing sensitive and hard and leaking from the tips. The fire continued down her stomach until it reached her loins. Jen bleated, her hips bucking from the intense sensation. The warmth engulfed her genitals, her labia engorging and her fluids soaking the fur on her thighs. Her legs trembled with effort until she fell to her knees, no longer able to stand. She gasped for air as her body tried to adjust to the sudden extreme increase in sensitivity before finally losing consciousness.
Jen was awakened by the pulsing sensitivity in her crotch. She instinctively squirmed to try and help relieve the sensation, but cried out as sharp pains bit into her arms and wrists. The goat blinked the blurriness from her eyes, trying her best not to move any further. She gasped upon looking at her arms, which were spread wide and bound tightly in place by multiple rings of barbed wire. Rivulets of claret were already beginning to stain her white fur in various spots where the barbs had broken the skin. She saw that she was bound to a large, ornately carved stone cross, being held aloft solely by her bound arms.
The goat girl began to hyperventilate. Despite her excellent vision in the dark, she could not make out the ground from mass of blackness around her. Numerous blue plants glowed in the dark around her like floating spirits, providing the only visible light. Crucified in the blackness as she was, she began to cry out in panic.
There was a deep rumble as a mass of darkness coalesced in front of her, cutting off her cries. Two large glowing red eyes blinked into existence near its top and locked onto her body. No matter where she looked at the hulking figure, she could not make out its actual form, only that it was thick and moving towards her. She was breathing quickly as what seemed to be its head leaned down at her and cracked in half in an eerie imitation of an opening mouth. A long, dripping, black tendril snaked its way down to her chest, slithering between her overly sensitive breasts before wrapping tightly around one. Jen yelped as the slimy tongue squeezed her tit and teased her nipple, all while the red eyes stared into her soul.
The dark figure's approximations of huge hands grasped onto her torso. Its sharp claws extended into her as his hand dragged down her body. She screamed as lines were drawn down her flesh by the claws, more blood staining the white fur of her stomach and hips even as the wire around her arms bit even deeper. The beast seem to rumble with a chuckle at her pain. With one hand it grabbed her leg and lifted it, while the other hand unceremoniously rubbed along Jen's black pussy lips and clit.
Jen bleated loudly, her hips involuntarily thrusting to rub her sex at whatever was touching her extremely sensitive flesh. She came instantly, groin muscles convulsing wildly as she lewdly squirted copious amounts of fluid from her pussy. Having never felt an orgasm before, the intensity of such an augmented one nearly knocked her unconscious once more. When it finally subsided, she had tears streaming from both eyes and drool running down her chin.
The dark beast grew taller, as if standing up for the first time. In doing so, it revealed a thick, otherworldly cock in front of Jen's face. The organ had fleshy barb and a flared tip, and was as thick as Jen's wrist. She had never seen anything like it before in here life.
"No... no! Please!" she began to plead, as the beast move to press the tip of the member against her pussy, his hands holding her legs spread. Before she could properly brace herself, the cock was shoved into her, stretching her pussy wide, obliterating her hymen and slamming into her cervix. The goat screamed from the incredible pain even as her body orgasmed again. Blood and fluids mingled and flowed out from her pussy around the thick cock filling her.
The beast began to earnestly fuck her, each thrust driving her against the stone cross. As the cock would pull out, the flesh barbs would drag along the walls of her vagina and the flared tip made it feel like she was about to be turned inside-out. When he would thrust back in with a loud squelch, the tip would drive back into her cervix and make her stomach visibly bulge, slamming her hips back into the cross. Each movement would push and pull on her body, causing the barbs to saw agonizingly at her arms and wrists. Her eyes rolled wildly in her head as she screamed and moaned. The torment blended with the ecstasy of repeated orgasms.
Jen gasped as the black tendril from the beast's mouth whipped down at her face, suddenly filling her mouth and invading her throat. The slick tongue probed deep into her, turning all of her sounds into muffled moans and groans. Even as it slid further and further down her throat, the beast fucked into her with increasing intensity. Jen screamed around her mouthful when, with one fierce hump, the beast's cock penetrated her cervix and filled her womb, bulging her stomach dramatically. Now each thrust of his fucking was pulling out to the point of almost leaving her cunt before slamming back all the way into her womb, forcing her body to arch against the cross from the force.
The goat couldn't withstand the intense sensations any longer. Even as the beast thrust faster and faster, she was starting to slip away. The monster let out a roar that she couldn't actually hear but feel vibrating all the way to her soul. As it did, he gave a final thrust, his tip deep in her womb as it began pumping molten cum into her. The volume of fluid was such that her stomach began to swell even further, the pressure building at an unbelievable rate. Jen groaned, her mouth still filled with the beast's tongue as its huge mouth closed over her face, all sensation and consciousness suddenly disappearing.
Jen did not know how long exactly she had been floating in the inky blackness of the void. Hours? Days? It had felt like years. At first she had cried out, for help, for company, for anything, until she had lost her voice and given up. She wasn't sure what had happened to her arms and legs. As long as she had been in the void, she had just been a head and torso. A torso with large breasts and a stomach swollen with pregnancy.
Suddenly the flesh of her stomach rippled from movement from within. She cried out as she began experiencing contractions. She could feel something unnatural forcing its way out of her. Jen panicked, flailing as much as she could considering how much of her body remained, but there was nowhere to go and no one around to help. Her breathing was extremely quick as her vagina began to expand, making way for her offspring to emerge.
Jen screamed, her mind shattering from the flooding combination of agony and ecstasy. A dozen black tendrils emerged from her pussy, grasping at any part of her body for purchase to pull the rest of itself free from her womb. With her annihilation came the birth of a new cosmic god.