Fertility Myths
#4 of Vessel
The man's voice rasped over the crackling phone line. "It's absolutely imperative that you return, Miss Johannes. You have no idea--" Marie could hear a faint clicking; she knew from research that it was a phone tap.
She stared into the fridge. Nothing but condiments, most of them expired, and a bunch of rotten food. "How 'bout you get knocked up by aliens, huh, and strapped down for breeding? We've been over this. I'm not coming back. If you try to get me, your facilities will be splashed over every television of every household in the A.S. Stop calling me." She slammed the phone back into the cradle and pinched the bridge of her nose to squeeze out the pressure building behind her eyes. They called occasionally; she knew they followed her when she left her apartment, and she was pretty sure the new girl at her latest job was just a spy, and not even a particularly good one.
A couple months had passed since she escaped from the lab and found that not only had she been kidnapped, she'd also been held for a little over a week. Unwilling to go to the police, Marie had explained to her boyfriend and others that she'd had a family emergency. Luckily, she lived too far from her parents for them to think anything odd of not hearing from her for a week. Aside from that, well... It was twice a week therapy. She could hardly think of sex, let alone what had happened... And she couldn't even be fully honest with her psychologist, which was frustrating for them both.
Her boyfriend Jacob had been acting a little strangely since then, standoffish, shy. He'd asked her about her stomach, obviously thinking she'd cheated on him. She'd left with a nearly flat stomach, only slightly fluffier than usual, as if she'd maybe put on a pound. But she was starting to show, as it were, and the meaning of that terrified her. She'd told him nothing, mutely shaking her head when he pressed the subject. He hadn't dumped her; she had to be thankful for that.
She knocked the phone off the kitchen counter into the wall; it clattered to the floor, battery panel popping out and spewing its contents across the linoleum. The noise was satisfying, but not enough. Tears pricking her eyes, she shook herself with a huff and went to flop on her bed.
Sleep came quickly, and she dreamed of work. Innocuous for once. The new office was a law partnership, small enough not to care much about the circumstances of her firing. They needed a secretary and a cheap one at that--ambulance chasers on the cheap, because, as far as she could tell, they weren't particularly good at trials. Still, it paid.
Marie awoke in the morning with one hand between her legs, fingers curled over the mound of her moist sex. She groaned at the familiar warmth; her heat had come on for the first time since the rape. Her therapist would call that an improvement, since obviously her mind had recovered enough for her body to resume its natural functions, but... Marie couldn't imagine a worse time for it to come on. She pulled her hand away with a bitter mixture of relief and reluctance. She didn't want to think about it, whatever was buried up there. If she were lucky, someone had raped her while she was unconscious in the lab and the tentacle creature had well and truly died on the floor between her and the rabbit.
If she were lucky. She chose to believe it.
Twisting in her damp sheets, she uttered a long rrroooowwrrr into a fluffy pillow at the hungry ache of her sex and knotted a quilt in her fist. Let it be over soon, gods...
Jacob ran a shaky hand through his mane again, finishing the ruination of the grooming he'd worked on so hard that morning. Marie... The only reason she wouldn't tell him about that pregnancy had to be that the cubs were his. She wasn't like other cheetah girls, she didn't cheat. And she didn't want to make him feel obligated to... To be a father.
Well, if he was gonna have kids, he'd give them more than what he had. He knew he wouldn't make a great dad, but at least they'd have one, and he'd do his best.
She'd been feeling bad lately, he could tell. She seemed to be losing weight even though she had that belly--so low and round, had to be boys in there somewhere. At night, in the dark, he could admit to himself that it was kind of hot--that round belly on such a svelte figure, and the way her breasts had begun to swell. But she'd been sick, so he just took comfort with himself while he waited. If she didn't want to make love, it was okay. But he wanted to show his support for her... And how much she meant.
He'd do fatherhood right. He was a man, and it was a man's job to stand up when needed.
He knocked on the door and nervously palmed the warm velvet box in his pocket, making sure it was there for probably the umpteenth time. His heart was fluttering in his throat. This was big. The biggest thing he could ever do.
He squeezed his eyes shut. Please say yes.
Still, she didn't open the door. Only a little deflated, he opened it with his key. So much for the grand gesture... She was probably out. He would just wait for her to come back, maybe cook something up for her. It was important for a pregnant woman to keep her weight up. Had to be strong, healthy, all that--cubs were demanding, right?
Jacob started to take off his coat at the door, then remembered the box and shrugged it back on, muttering to himself as he went into the living room.
A familiar scent tickled his nose and he automatically opened his mouth a bit, tasting it. Heat. She was in the apartment... and in heat. The tantalizing scent dried his mouth and made his cock twitch. He blushed--she'd be pissed if he went in, but... What could it hurt? He opened the bedroom door.
Marie lifted her head up, pinning him with her golden stare. She was lying on the bed with her head at the foot--the sheets were half off, and the whole place was thick with the salty smell of her. "Marie," he said, voice cracking, and just like that, she rolled over and lifted her tail, presenting the inflamed lips of her wet vulva. Her heavy belly hung beneath her, making the beautiful curve of her back deeper than usual. Her thighs were quivering, the tawny fur damp.
Jacob was so hard that his dick could have popped a zipper. Marie chuffed at him; to see her so far beyond verbal only made him fumble more with his pants as he shoved them down, clumsy with lust. He'd just kicked them off when she started to growl, displeased with his slowness. He hadn't gotten his underwear all the way down yet, but whatever. His cock jutted out proudly and he ran his hand down it, hissing at the sensation. The scent of her desire was heady, better than any aphrodisiac. He was already beginning to leak when he bent to her, pressing his nose into her pussy before giving it a long lick with his sandpapery tongue. She pushed against his face, smearing his muzzle with her scent. It smelled earthier than usual, somehow... Richer. He growled and climbed up on the bed on his hands and knees. In one fluid move, he mounted her, burying himself in that wet fire between her legs.
As the barbs caught within her, Marie let loose a guttural roar and bucked against him. He thrust again, catching a breast in one hand and squeezing it as the bone in his penis pressed up against her vaginal wall. Before, her breasts hadn't even been a handful; now his fingertips didn't even brush her chest. He clamped his jaw down around her scruff and fucked into her, jerking and jerking until he froze at last and came, pleasure rolling over him. And this was just the start... He'd have to call in to work tomorrow if she gave him the chance.
He pulled out, growling possessively around her nape before letting go. Thin strings of drool connected him to her neck before they broke; she raised her head, then twisted around on her back and slapped him. "What are you doing here?" she demanded. As he tried to stutter out a response, she yanked him down on the bed and rolled over him, resting her weight on her knees. The mattress bowed beneath them. "Scoot back." His semen dribbled out of her, smearing his nice white work shirt.
In awe, he shifted his gaze from her face to her breasts as he obeyed. Her nipples were erect, like pink tophats. He gingerly groped one, half-afraid that she'd bite him. Jacob had never seen her so--so in charge. She had always been aggressive in sex, but not to this extent. She stopped him when he was where she wanted him with a lick across his nose where her juices had cooled and, while he was distracted with that and her beautiful breasts, pulled his briefs up over his cock, trapping his hard-on. He groaned in frustration as she began to grind her hips down against him; the fabric was soaked in mere seconds as she gyrated against him, holding his chest down with her hands and a warning hint of claw. She arched against him and his hips thrust up. "C'monnn Marie," he moaned, "Pleeeeassse." The pleasure of her hot body versus the pain of such tight confines... His balls were clenching up and he knew he'd come again if she didn't let up.
She laughed at him, but she also relented. That was the important part. She tugged his briefs down and slowly lowered herself. His grip on her breast tightened as his eyes rolled back in his head with bliss.
Marie fucked herself on him, growling as she lifted up and the barbs of his dick caught in her. To him, it was heaven, the slide and drag of her pussy, the reek of sex so thick he could taste it. His pulse was pounding, muscles taut, everything in him racing as though he were in a marathon. He felt alive, and he knew she could feel it, too, in the way her eyes were tightly closed, in the way she clenched around him like a hot, wet fist. Yes, god, now, he thought, hearing a sob of ecstasy from her.
"M-marie," he gasped, driving up into her, "Marry me!"
She cried out and it was like he was fucking the tightest, wildest thing in the world; he swore that she was gripping him with her pussy as she came, gushing against him like he'd never felt her do before. Something pressed against the head of his cock there--he'd gone deeper than ever, it seemed.
That was when he felt something hot and wet slide against his balls. "Oh my god, Marie, your water broke," he blurted, but didn't lose his hard on. Holy shit, she's going to give birth right here! But she only grabbed his forearms and gave him the most intense, soul-searing look he'd ever experienced in his life.
"Whatever you do," she hissed, "Don't fight it."
Bewildered, he asked, "What?" His hips were still moving of their own accord, even though she was almost perfectly still. Liquid dripped down behind his balls, dripping down his perineum, and then... He choked.
Something was pressing into his... Into his ass. "No!" He tried to buck her off. "No, no, no!" But her strength somehow proved superior to the lion's, and for all Jacob could do to writhe and twist, he couldn't get free of her iron grip. The belly that had seemed so sexy before was now just more weight trapping him between the sagging mattress and whatever was inexorably pressing past the tight ring of his anus and into his ass.
He pushed at her face and chin, trying to knock her off; the thing, whatever it was, had wormed its way in him and was crawling further in, stretching his ass out. Then something probed the slit of his prick and he roared, losing it. Jacob wrapped his massive hands around Marie's pale, slender neck and began to squeeze, his roars turning into screams of terror as she reamed his ass and began to fill his cock. Suddenly, stuff began falling out of Marie's pussy, squeezing his cock to the point of pain. His scream trailed off and turned into whimpers; Marie's eyes were bulging, drool running over his wrists as she struggled with him, her claws tearing into his arms as she fought. Something stabbed into his open mouth, blocking his heavy panting as it jammed into his throat, fat, undulating muscle choking him even as he choked his girlfriend.
More liquid gushed from Marie as she viciously fucked his mouth and ass, slapping sounds filling the room. The sex-smell was becoming even stronger, his dick somehow harder than ever even though something, some tendril, was rooting its way into his urethra. Marie dragged one of his arms away, then the other, freeing herself. He focused his attention on the thing in his throat instead; his lungs were burning, sight graying. The smacking sounds of sex were being drowned out by the buzzing he remembered from heat stroke. Still, he couldn't get her weird gray dick out. His hands slipped against it, the ooze too slick to let him get any bearing.
Too heavy... His fingers were numb, awkward. Too much. It's too much. I can't... He went limp and his eyes rolled back, this time not in pleasure but in unconsciousness.
Darkness. He was sore and something was moving in him, in his ass, in his mouth, wriggling in his cock. Marie's glittering eyes watched him as she pumped into his ass, which was dripping with thick, cold ooze. He could hear something--maybe she was talking, he couldn't tell. He could hardly move. The thing in his mouth was all the way down his throat, sparing only enough space for him to draw in reedy, arduous breaths. His guts were tying themselves in knots, like he hadn't taken a shit in years, and his asshole felt so stretched out he could have fit a football in it.
"You don't want the lights on," Marie said, voice low, and then he screamed around the long cock. Something else was forcing its way in him--and not for the first time that night by the way it went in, spreading torn flesh. He could smell his own blood amid the come and sweat and earthy stink. Something slithered against his muzzle and then pushed into one nostril, just a tiny irritation compared to the basketball being crammed into him. The thing squeezed by some node buried there and his cock jerked in the cold air, his ejaculation blocked by the tendril in there. He shook and burned with the denial, pressure building in his balls and the base of his dick, but he could do nothing.
Tiny rootlets were growing through the lion's penis and into his scrotum, spreading through his genitals. Though not muscular, his form was strong, and had enough fat deposits for the creature to burn through as it adapted. To him, it only felt like fire consuming him, wiping every other feeling away, every thought, every bit of awareness.
The thin light of dawn found Jacob drooling dark ooze and saliva blank-eyed onto one of Marie's pillows as his body was worked by the tentacles emerging from her sex. His hips worked in a mockery of love-making, thrusting into the empty air. His red, engorged cock leaked cloudy fluid onto his torso; a film of it striped him from muzzle to navel. His abdomen was swollen, things moving rudely within it. Finally, Marie was emptied... With Jacob now the new host, curling tentacles from his ass twining around his legs and hers.
They grabbed her soon after, as he lay panting and staring at the ceiling. He could feel them lift her, feel the weight of her body pushing his cheeks down into the mattress, the pressure of the tentacles bearing down on his spine and tail. They settled her on top of his hard-on and he began to thrust slowly, unthinkingly. She was every bit as dull-eyed as he, their fur matted, clothing ruined with stains, but they moved together, rutting.
His dick swelled inside her and another length emerged from the split, expanding inside and splitting to enter her ruined cervices. Some species fertilized their own eggs. Some changed gender. But Jacob, he only fucked, his tentacles moving into Marie's mouth and ass to fuel his own mindless pleasure. Everything felt good, now, even the way his body had been warped to accommodate the changes. It all felt good. Everything felt like sex, every touch, every breath, even the pain was good as Marie bit down on him, ground him between her teeth until he came, came, came...
TBC?!
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