The Venom: Stage 2
#2 of The Venom
By ShadowFox97
Concept By Maneating Kangaroo
The wolf looked from the girl to his partner and back, his instinct to breath in the girl's scent as a means to determine her intentions. She was in heat. The wolf turned back to his partner with a sly smile and whispered, "Bishop, I think we're in luck- this chick smells like she's open to some pretty open to suggestions..."
"Remember the mission, Rook, remember where we are-," older human whispered back.
"And why should I believe you!? You cheated on our game!"
"You should believe me because I cheated, it was a learning experience. Now, don't you think it's a little odd that she'd come all the way out here and strip half-naked for almost no reason at all?" The wolf thought about that for a moment and gave the patiently waiting girl another once-over. The raccoon was topless, the soaked blouse she wore when she came into the run-down shack was tossed causally into a corner near the door. The hair on the top of her head was black except for the tips that were dyed in a rainbow of colors that reflected in her damp, ash-tinted fur. Her eyes were hidden by the glare of her glasses, the light coming from a lamp in the center of the room.
Straining to stay attached to her fertile hips was a pair of lacy, thigh-length shorts that were as green as some of her strands of hair, her tail strained them even further as it swayed back and forth behind her like some long ringed warning flag. Rook could tell she was in the mood because the nipples on her freely hanging melon-sized breasts were standing out like cannonballs on a sinking ship, the smile on her face screaming that she was a quick lay.
The wolf thought she was devastatingly hot- the type of girl you would met in some red-light district downtown near some exclusive club. It was just this thought that made Rook flinch and reach for his gun- things like this didn't happen on the regular. Bishop already had his rifle lined up with the girl's head, his teeth clenched as he gave orders. "Back away from the door and put your hands on the ground! Rook, secure the window." The wolf nodded to his partner and opened the window facing the city, hesitating for a beat as he measured at a glance how far they must be from vigilant eyes and paranoid masses that were armed to the teeth. He was sure that if things went bad here that he and Bishop might not get back alive- making a break for the city was their best bet.
The girl curled her tail over her belly and frowned, a tear rolling down her pretty cheek as her hands raised up to her face. "W-what did I do? I just thought that-,"
"SHUT UP! I know what you are, now do as I say before I ventilate your ass," screamed Bishop, his muscular arms tensing up as he leveled his aim on the raccoon's head. Rook turned from the window, drew his gun and did the same since he was startled by his partner's outburst and noticed then what his friend probably saw when she first came in. Straining the fabric from the inside of her shorts was a fully developed cock that was growing even larger, the mushroom shaped head inching ever further to the bottom hem of the shorts' right leg. "Uh, Bishop? Do you see what I'm-,"
"Kid, shut the fuck up and get ready to shoot." Rook got quiet real fast and flipped off the safety on his gun as the raccoon girl tilted her head. In the space of a tense twenty minutes, the girl's cock grew until it peeked out and tore free of her forest green shorts, the pink-as-bubblegum member hanging like a pendulum as it dripped a thick pink slime. And then she spoke, "You won't beat us... Just give up and let us take you, it feels so good..." Her tongue, or what looked like a tongue with eyes, licked over her lips as her hands lifted up to fondle her breasts. Her cock flicked up and pulsed even larger between her legs as she fondled herself, one hand going down to stroke the throbbing member, her fingers occasionally dipping into the cunt just under them. "Aahhn... Don't you want me?" she begged and suddenly thrust out her hips, a glowing pink stream shooting out of her cock and across the room in a surreal orgasm.
It was in that moment the soldiers made their move and opened fire. Their bullets tore through her effortlessly in the rattle and roar that sounded in a mere few moments as they jumped away from the stream and into the walls that were on either side of the window that served as their only escape route. The raccoon barely even flinched as wounds tore through her already healing flesh, her glasses falling away to reveal that her eyes were glassy but aware- as if there was someone trapped inside the thing that she was.
She turned to her left in an instant, facing Bishop, and lunged forward in a loud hiss. The hiss didn't come from her exactly, but from her tongue as it whipped across the room like a cobra and took hold Bishop's gun arm. The man turned to his partner in that split second and screamed; "GO!" at the top of his lungs when the raccoon reared her head back and slammed him through the wall and into the rain. Rook was horrified by what just happened and didn't even bother to play hero- he shot out the window behind the shack and jumped through what was left, taking to his heels the moment he got back on his feet and tearing towards the city without looking back.
Not even Bishop's screams would make him turn, his need for survival taking over his being.
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Back at the ruined shack, Bishop was lying on the ground. His grey, usually combed back hair was wild and frayed. He groaned as he turned to push himself back to his feet, too many aches on his body to count. He had to think. He was doing something important and the thing that caused him this pain had to be put down, but what was it? Was it an alien from some barren planet? Was it some absurdly strong galactic criminal? The thoughts buzzing through his mind suddenly snapped to attention when he felt something strong wrap around his neck. He was fighting a brand new host of the Cum Snakes- one that had assigned itself as some type of assassin or guard dog. Rook was gone, hopefully to report what he saw instead of call reinforcements or regroup to fight the thing. If it could take an assault rifle like it was nothing then the only force that could kill it would be a thermal grenade- a fully suicidal maneuver.
The host had him three feet in the air by his neck, Bishop was struggling to breathe. Despite this dire situation, the old man still had the nerve to talk like he could win, if only to buy Rook more time to escape. "So, are you gonna fuck me and make me one of your filthy slaves or am I just hanging her so you could admire my buff- ack!"
"Don't patronize me, Bishop. I know why you and the pup were here- I'm just making sure that you're not a problem." He looked down at her with wide eyes- this piece of shit knew his name? How? Her smile and almost blind-looking doe eyes seemed to hint at an even deeper knowledge. The cluster of snakes that blossomed out of both her breasts, her cock, her tail and from the pucker of her ass all stared at him as if they were of one mind, a mind that knew a gut-wrenching flaw about the C.O.P.S. and the recon plan that was hatched tonight. "...The kid, the kid'll Ahh! AAAHHHGG!" The snake out of the host's cock had punctured Bishop's pants and was wriggling painfully through his rectum, consciously denying the man the pleasure of the venom.
"The kid is infested old man. That little standoff was all we needed- he's our invasion plan for your base," she tilted her head and smiled at the strained look on the man's face. "Aww, confused? Feeling betrayed? It didn't take much- Our Order just stood watch for one of your high-ranking enforcers and fed her our love until she spilled the beans about all your stakeout spots. Once she told us which ones had trainees, we infested her and let her take that apartment in East Amparo... I'm sure you remember that little incident?" Bishop shook his head, trying not to believe what he was hearing, trying to block out the pain that was spreading through his stomach and stretching him out. "You're not worthy of our love... Die human, your kind has harried us for far too long..."
The snakes inside Bishop multiplied at an alarming rate, bloating not just his torso but stretching out his limbs like he was some giant flesh-balloon, the pain of it making him scream out into the night- his one man wail as he cursed his betrayal, his failure, and the creature that was getting off with his pain. The host-girl stroked herself with one hand as she watched, her free hand brushing at the throat of the snake that was now protruding from her throat. The snakes that came from her breasts actually curled around and squeezed them while two from the cluster in her ass twisted and coiled around her limbs and coated her in a glowing pink film of slime that spread out and washed into the soil from the rain. In time the cock between her legs grew until it was six feet long and as thick as a plank of wood was wide.
The snake sticking out of her urethra hissed with pleasure and spewed its venom as the host came with Bishop's bloated body popping at the same time, covering her body with gore as the snakes inside slithered away from the point of the explosion. The snake sticking out of the host's throat hissed as though it was drowning in the pleasure of multiple orgasms. "It'll be ours... In one day the universe will be ours for the taking!"
To be concluded...