Unintended Intruder - 05
Dreary orbs dwelt in a sunken corner of the Earth. Twins in a cave... red and fierce... untamed from the lack of love... lack of a mother... torn to shreds by that which was not done... not known... pain... agony... blood. A roar echoed as the beast charged forward, then in an explosion of flesh and bone, the savage head burst forth in a crimson spray.
Abilage burst forth from her sleep and stumbled toward the bathroom. As she reached the safety of the toilet, a wretched combination of blood and bile erupted into the bowl. A terrible tasting combination of fear and adrenalin pressed in on her as she convulsed. Again she tipped forward, repeating the motion until at last it ended, and she settled back onto her heels.
Deep but ragged breaths drifted in and out as she tried to clear her head. An unconscious hand went to her belly, and in her mind, the call of "mother" was savage, angry, and more dangerous than she had thought before. Dark thoughts filled her mind as she remembered one of her many fears. What would happen if this baby burst out of her stomach like an angry alien from some late-80s action/horror movie?
Gathering her courage, Abigale looked into the toilet, and witnessed the bile and blood. Finding crimson in any bodily emission was never a good thing, but the amount that existed in front of her was terrifying. Raising unsteadily to her feet, she staggered out of the bathroom to her cell phone on the nightstand. Shaky fingers pressed 9-1-1 into the face but did not press send. What would happen if she went to the hospital? What would they find? Would they dig the baby out of her? Would she end up on the news, portrayed as a freak by a media storm?
Her thumb moved to the red button, which cleared the number from the screen and replaced it with 3am. The time did not matter, she had to know what was going on. As she thought of how to figure things out, she found herself passing back into the kitchen where she drank some juice, to get the acrid taste out of her mouth. A banana and bagel later, she found herself sitting in front of her TV... where an idea formed.
Fumbling through a pile of porn DVDs, she located the one which had come with her little podling, and slid it into the machine. The FBI Warning gave way to a menu she did not remember being there her first time through. Another chapter appeared, so she selected it.
The screen faded to black, and then there was the young woman from earlier sitting at home... masturbating. "Oh... damn it," Abigale thought as she instantly grew horny. It was something she had been trying to avoid, and she especially did not like the mixture of post-puking fatigue and the growing need to fondle herself. But try as she could, she could not resist the cries of the teenage anime-girl.
Her finely shaded skin glistened with sweat as her lithe body struggled under the intensity of her touch. Wispy moans gave way to excited gasps. Thin fingers slipped into wet folds, caressing her tender clitoris, spreading her slick fluids over her lustrous pink parts.
Abigale shuttered, her hands working without her commanding them. A virtual swamp of moisture had already soaked her panties. Work calloused fingers penetrated her ready neathers. Moving to the rhythm of the Hentai, she gasped, moaned, and finally arched back as her body clenched then released in a familiar manner.
It had happened quickly, this time, and she let forth a weak chuckle as she continued to watch the screen. Removing her top, Abigale let the air cool her damp skin. The video played on with the girl lamenting about how she had been like this for days, and could not seem to sate her hunger for food and sex. A terrible curse and been thrust upon her... and then there were the dreams. In them she was flying or falling... living or dying... and they were vivid.
Abigale remembered her own dreams, and agreed with the sentiment. Though she resented the perfect girl's appearance, she could understand the problems, and the fear of losing control of herself. The girl in the anime continued to lament about all of the problems Abigale had experienced, but then the girl mentioned something she had read online. A web-site had told her about a creature which had been hunted to extinction. But before the last one had died, it created one last clutch of eggs, and cast spells upon them in order to make more of themselves. They were then hidden in a seashell, and placed in the ocean, waiting for the right time when a proper mother would take them into her body and birth them into the world.
This story interested both the girl on screen and the woman who watched it. The prospect of having a magical monster baby in her womb was something Abigale had already entertained, but the shock of this revelation being played out before her was something else all together. The girl clicked her mouse and another screen was displayed. Here the girl learned that there were two beasts in her belly, and a series of rules was put before her.
The mother could only handle one child. Two children of this type would kill her. Transferring the child required her to make love to another woman. Rubbing their lady-parts together would bring forth the child. Then, like an angry penis, the parasite would pass into the other mother's body and then both women could gestate one creature.
This, Abigale guessed she could do. While she had never been overly interested in Marcy's advances, she was certain her friend would jump at the opportunity to have sex with her best friend AND get her very own ninja sperm tentacle baby. Abigale laughed to herself, and thought of how what was happening to her was actually Marcy's fantasy and not hers. But then again... Abigale was kinky too, and the longer this creature was in her, the kinkier she felt herself becoming.
The girl on screen gulped, and began to fondle her nipple as she read these facts. "Don't you do it!" Abigal growled as her nipples hardened, and her hands began cupping her ample breasts and pinching her nipples with instinctual vigor.
"But there was another issue," the subtitles explained as the girl's voice narrated while in the background her ecstatic cries carried on. "My body did not know it was pregnant yet, and without the seed of a man, my children would kill me."
Cold hard shock stopped Abigale in her tracks, and she ceased her self-stimulation. Leaning forward caused her breasts to sway. With forward attention, she listened to the girl explain how only the seed of a man could turn her womb into the proper environment for a happy child. If this was not done, then a monster would grow, and it would devour her from the inside.
A terrified little squeak emitted from Abigale as this information settled into her. The dream had been symbolic. The creature in the cave... the growling voice in her mind... it had been years since she had been laid, and now she needed to find two partners, one male and one female. Then her female partner would need to find a male. If these events did not happen there would be horror, there would be death, and she would be chewed to pieces from the inside.
"Mother..." the gravelly voice called from within.
"No..." Abigale said as she held her hands over her abdomen. Tears welled up in her eyes as she began to weep. Falling to her side, she was trampled under but some hormone intensified terror which rendered her helpless and forced her voice to moan in agony. Hard body convulsions occurred as her tears poured from her face. The lonely despair held her there, curled up in a ball of hopelessness. But all storms eventually pass, and this one rained itself out as well.
5am, the clock on her DVD player told her. She needed to get ready for work. She needed to feed this monster. She needed... an idea clicked into place. This was no time to fall apart. She needed to fight for her survival. Gathering herself, she stepped briskly to her bathroom where she stared at herself in the mirror. More changes had taken place, and she swore she looked even younger than she had the previous day. Her body was changing... and she knew it would help her attract a mate. Not a man, no... a mate. Men came with baggage. Mates were used and then discarded. Surely there were a thousand men who would treat her with such disregard. All she needed was to find one, use him up, then toss him back like a catch and release fisher.
Yes... she could do this. Now all she needed was a shower and a plan. A plan... a plan... Hot water rushed down her body, waking her senses, allowing her to feel whole again. She finished quickly then returned to the mirror. The woman who stared back was at least five years younger, and she was certain she was losing her mind. But one thing she knew, was that there was a sex demon living inside of her, and some time soon, she be forced to compromise herself. Then, as these thoughts collected and settled into the deeper part of her mind, a lewd and sinister smile stretched across her face. She knew what she had to do... and the more she thought of it, the less it bothered her.