{"sf1_id":717666,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Unintended Intruder - 04","author":"Little Red Wolf","words":3280,"posted_at":"2014-06-13T15:12:00.000Z","tags":["Dream","F/solo","Fighting","Human","Masturbation","Violence (not In Yiff)"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/717666-unintended-intruder-04","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/717666","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=717666\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Dreary orbs dwelt in a sunken corner of the Earth. Twins\nin a cave ... red and fierce ... untamed from the lack of love ... lack of a mother ...\ntorn to shreds by that which was not done ... not known ... pain ... agony ... blood. A\nroar echoed as the beast charged forward, then in an explosion of flesh and\nbone, the savage head burst forth in a crimson spray.\n \nAbigale gasped out a scream and then stumbled out of\nbed toward the bathroom. As she reached the safety of the toilet, a wretched\ncombination of blood and bile erupted into the bowl. A terrible tasting\ncombination of fear and adrenalin pressed in on her as she convulsed. Again she\ntipped forward, repeating the motion until at last it ended, and she settled\nback onto her heels.\nDeep but ragged breaths drifted in and out as she\ntried to clear her head. An unconscious hand went to her belly, and in her\nmind, the call of \"mother\" was savage, angry, and more dangerous than she had\nthought before. Dark thoughts filled her mind as she remembered one of her many\nfears.\nIf I don't do\nanything will this baby burst out of my stomach like an angry alien from some\nlate-80s action/horror movie?\nGathering her courage, Abigale looked into the\ntoilet, and witnessed the bile and blood. Finding crimson in any bodily\nemission was never a good thing, but the amount that existed in front of her\nwas terrifying. Raising unsteadily to her feet, she staggered out of the\nbathroom to her cell phone on the nightstand. Shaky fingers pressed 9-1-1 into\nthe face but did not press send. What\nhappens if I go to the hospital? What\nwould they find? Would they dig the baby out of me? Would I end up on the news,\nportrayed as a freak by a media storm?\nHer thumb moved to the red button, which cleared the\nnumber from the screen and replaced it with 3am.\nThe time did not matter; she had to know what was going on. As she thought of\nhow to figure things out, she found herself passing back into the kitchen where\nshe drank some juice, to get the acrid taste out of her mouth. A banana and\nbagel later, she found herself sitting in front of her TV ... where an idea\nformed.\nFumbling through a pile of porn DVDs, she located the\none which had come with her little poddling two weeks ago. She slid it into the\nmachine and the FBI Warning gave way to a menu which had not been there her\nfirst time through. Another chapter appeared, so she selected it.\nThe screen faded to black, and then there was the\nyoung woman from earlier sitting at home ... masturbating. \"Oh ... damn it,\"\nAbigale thought as she instantly grew horny. It was something she had been\ntrying to avoid this past two weeks as she did not like the mixture of nausea\nand exhaustion that followed the act. Post-puking fatigue dampened the growing\nneed to fondle herself but, try as she could, she could not resist the cries of\nthe teenage anime-girl.\nHer finely shaded skin glistened with sweat as her\nlithe body struggled under the intensity of her touch. Wispy moans gave way to\nexcited gasps. Thin fingers slipped into wet folds, caressing her tender\nclitoris, spreading her slick fluids over her lustrous pink parts.\nAbigale shuddered, her hands working without her\ncommanding them. A virtual swamp of moisture had already soaked her panties. Work\ncalloused fingers penetrated her ready nethers. Moving to the rhythm of the\nHentai, she gasped, moaned, and finally arched back as her body clenched then\nreleased in a familiar manner.\nIt had happened quickly, this time, and she let forth\na weak chuckle as she continued to watch the screen. Removing her top, Abigale\nlet the air cool her damp skin. The video played on with the girl lamenting\nabout how she had been like this for days, and could not seem to sate her\nhunger for food and sex. A terrible curse and been thrust upon her ... and then\nthere were the dreams. In them she was flying or falling ... living or dying ... and\nthey were vivid.\nAbigale remembered her own dreams, and agreed with\nthe sentiment. Though she resented the perfect girl's appearance, she could\nunderstand the problems, and the fear of losing control of herself. The girl in\nthe anime continued to list off problems which Abigale had also experienced.\n\"But that was not the worst of it,\" the girl in the\nvideo said in her narrator's voice. The Abigale froze, leaning closer to listen\nwith all of her body's senses. \"Long ago there was another race, here on Earth.\nMillions of years ago they lived with dinosaurs, creating a civilization much\ngreater than our own. Then a giant asteroid smashed into the Earth, and they\nwere forced to flee.\n\"Unable to leave the solar system, they settled onto\nMars and lived there until the fallout of another calamity began to change the\nred planet's climate. To save their race, they put themselves into suspended\nanimation. Recently, some of them awoke, but they do not have the ability to\nbreed another generation. That is why they have come here ... to be born again.\n\"Within my body are a pair of emissaries ... the first\nwho will be born into this world. When they are born they will remember who\nthey were. They can live again. Their art ... their culture ... their science can\nbe rediscovered by these ancient people. As human children they can go to\nschool and act as if they were simply talented children. Then ... they can\nrediscover technologies as if they were humans finding them for the first time.\nA new renaissance could begin.\"\nThe girl in the video lamented on, talking about how\nthe mother could only handle one child. Two children of this type would kill\nher. Transferring the child required her to make love to another woman. Rubbing\ntheir lady-parts together would bring forth the child. Then, like an angry\npenis, the parasite would pass into the other mother's body and then both women\ncould gestate one creature.\nThis, Abigale guessed she could do. While she had\nnever been overly interested in Marcy's advances, she was certain her friend\nwould jump at the opportunity to have sex with her best friend AND get her very\nown ninja sperm tentacle baby. Abigale laughed to herself, and thought of how\nwhat was happening to her was actually Marcy's fantasy and not hers. But then\nagain ... Abigale was kinky too, and the longer this creature was in her, the\nkinkier she felt herself becoming.\nThe girl on screen gulped, and began to fondle her\nnipple as she read these facts. \"Don't you do it!\" Abigal growled as her\nnipples hardened, and her hands began cupping her ample breasts and pinching\nher nipples with instinctual vigor.\n\"But there was another issue,\" the subtitles\nexplained as the girl's voice narrated while in the background her ecstatic\ncries carried on. \"My body did not know it was pregnant yet, and without the\nseed of a man, my children would kill me.\"\nCold hard shock stopped Abigale in her tracks, and\nshe ceased her self-stimulation. Leaning forward caused her adult breasts to\nsway. With forward attention, she listened to the girl explain how only the\nseed of a man would allow the creatures in her womb to absorb the necessary DNA\nto be born in a human form. If this was not done, then they would grow in a\nmonstrous manner and devour her from the inside.\nA terrified little squeak emitted from Abigale as\nthis information settled into her. The dream had been symbolic. The creature in\nthe cave ... the growling voice in her mind ... it had been years since she had\nbeen laid, and now she needed to find two partners, one male and one female. Then\nher female partner would need to find a male. If these events did not happen\nthere would be horror, there would be death, and she would be chewed to pieces\nfrom the inside.\n\"Mother ...\" the gravelly voice called from within.\n\"No ...\" Abigale whispered as she held her hands over\nher abdomen. Tears welled up in her eyes as she began to weep. Falling to her\nside, she was trampled under but some hormone intensified terror which rendered\nher helpless and forced her voice to moan in agony. Hard body convulsions\noccurred as her tears poured from her face. The lonely despair held her there,\ncurled up in a ball of hopelessness. But all storms eventually pass, and this\none rained itself out as well.\n5am, the clock on her DVD player told her. She needed\nto get ready for work. She needed to feed this monster. She needed ... an idea\nclicked into place. This is no time to\nfall apart. This is the time to fight for my survival ... OUR survival!\nGathering herself, Abigale stepped briskly to her\nbathroom where she stared at herself in the mirror. More changes had taken\nplace in the last couple of weeks, and she swore she looked even younger than\nshe had the previous day. Her body was changing ... and she knew it would help\nher attract a mate.\nNot a man ... a\nmate. Men come with baggage. Mates are used and then discarded. Surely there\nare a thousand men who would treat me with such disregard. All I need is to\nfind one, use him up, then toss him back like a catch and release fisher. Yes ... I could do this. Now all I need is a\nshower and a plan. A plan ... a plan ...\nHot water rushed down her body, waking her senses,\nallowing her to feel whole again. She finished quickly then returned to the\nmirror. The woman who stared back was at least five years younger, and she was\ncertain she was losing her mind. But one thing she knew, was that there was a\nsex demon living inside of her, and sometime soon, she would be forced to\ncompromise herself. Then, as these thoughts collected and settled into the\ndeeper parts of her mind, a lewd and sinister smile stretched across her face. She\nknew what she had to do ... and the more she thought of it, the less it bothered\nher.\n \n*****\n \n\"ORDER UP!\"\nThe daily grind was different. For two days she had\nhunted. At work she ate all that she could, and paid attention to the men who\npassed her way. More and more they stared, flirted, tried to get close enough\nto feel her near them. It was different to be desired in this way. Abigale had\nbeen desired like this when she was a teenager, but as an adult she gained\nweight, failed to find a mate, and had become undesirable. Now she watched as\nthey watched her ... but none were worthy.\nDeep inside, she knew they would give her an inferior\ndose of what she needed. It was written in their DNA and somehow, she could\nsmell it on them. None of these men were worthy ... least of all the one who\ncornered her in the broom-closet after two weeks of hunting.\nAbigale had just scored an entire uneaten burger,\nfrom an order she intentionally messed up. Every delectable morsel filled her\nwith glee, and once she finished, she turned on the sink and washed her hands\nand face. As she shook the last bits of water from her fingers and wiped her\nface with her apron, a presence entered the room behind her. A sinister scent\nalerted her to the danger before he closed the door completely.\nSlowly, she tried to turn her head, but was frozen in\nplace as a pair of clammy hands crept around her breasts and pulled her close. An\noily smell rippled waves of nausea through her stomach as his humid breath\nwheezed into her ear.\n\"Oh ... Abby,\" she heard her boss coo, \"you're so\nfucking hot.\" A hard bit of flesh pressed into her butt, and wiggled as he\nground himself against her. \"I've gotta fuck you,\" he told her as he touched\nher in ways she found revolting. His disgusting hands began touching other\nparts of her body, peeling back the layers of fabric, working to undo her\npants.\nAbigale knew she needed a man's seed. She knew that\nthis man could mate with her and then never be seen again ... but he was not\nworthy of this conquest. For years he had used his meager power to take what he\nwanted from her. Money, dignity, and freedom had all been stripped by years of\nabuse ... and now he wanted her body. He wanted to be the father of her child.\n\"Fuck off, Kevin,\" she growled, and, for a moment, he\nfroze. His hands stopped groping and his twitching member stopped thrusting as\nhe considered his next move. \"Tuck that shriveled shit-stain you call a penis back\nbetween your legs and go find some internet porn.\"\n\"But ... Abbs ...\"\nA violent turn slapped him in the face and he\nstumbled back into the door. \"I said, fuck off!\" she growled. \"Don't make me\ncall the police!\" That almost worked, she could see the fear in his eyes. But\nthen another look filled them, and in the blink of an eye, Abigale knew she was\nabout to be raped.\nAs she turned away to look for a weapon, he lunged\nforward and pinned her to the sink. A shot of pain screamed through her hip and\nfor a brief moment she could not see. Then he grabbed her hard and turned her\naway from him. Forcing her to bend over the sink, he began fumbling with his\nbelt buckle. This was it. Her options quickly waned but then the blueprint of\nviolence settled into her mind once more ... and she let the knowledge take her.\nWithout a moment of hesitation, she thrust her butt\nback, and then hooked an elbow around as hard as she could. The blow stunned\nhim, but a feral blood-lust had filled Abigale's mind in a hazy mist and she\nrained blows upon him with her knees, her elbows, her fists, and finally ... her\nfeet. The blows shook both their bodies, the screams filled the world, until at\nlast she exhausted her strength and stumbled away from him.\nKevin had crumbled to the floor during the assault,\nand his body spasmed as the shock of an induced seizure overloaded his nervous-system,\ncausing him to twitch at her feet. An eternity of silence filled the room until\nthe buzzing of the florescent light grew to a deafening level. Turning away\nfrom what she had done, Abigale began washing the blood off of her bruised\nknuckles.\nOnce she turned off the water, she considered what\nhad just happened. The ache of adrenaline burned in her veins as she stood\nthere panting and she wondered why no one had come to check on the noise. Then\nher mind moved to the next bit of logic. Will\nthe police believe that he attacked me? Am I going to jail? If that happens ...\nwill there be time for me to find a pair of mates before I get devoured from\nthe inside?\nDashing out of the closet, she nearly knocked over\none of the other servers on her way to the break room. There she gathered her\nthings and then rushed out to her car. Marcy's number was at the top of her\nfriend list. The tone hummed once then Marcy's voice answered on the other\nside.\n\"Hey Abbs! How's work?\"\n\"I think I just killed my boss,\" Abigale heard\nherself saying.\n\"Wha?\"\n\"He ... he fucking tried to rape me,\" she began to\nbabble as the words came quickly. \"I hit him ... I hit him until he stopped\nmoving and then I hit him again and again and-\"\n\"Whoa ... Abby!\"\n\"A lot Marcy!\" she continued, unable to stop\nshouting. \"I beat the shit outta him! He's dead Marcy! He's fucking dead!\"\n\"Okay, slow down!\" Marcy shouted and then reigned in\nher voice. \"You need to call the police.\"\n\"But ...\"\n\"Abigale,\" Marcy spoke sternly, \"you're the victim of\na crime. Call the police and tell them what happened. Defending your life against\na rapist is perfectly legal.\"\n\"Are ... are you sure?\"\n\"I'm sure,\" Marcy told her bluntly, \"I looked it up.\"\n\"Wha ... why would you look something like that up?\"\n\"That's not important,\" her friend told her, \"but I\nknow the police will work with you.\"\n\"A-alright,\" Abigale stammered. \n\"Abby, where are you?\"\n\"At work ...\"\n\"I'm on my way,\" Marcy told her as the sound of her\ngathering her purse and keys rattled in the background. \"Don't you start\ndriving or fleeing the scene. You call 9-1-1 and stay the fuck there! You hear\nme?\"\n\"Yea ... thanks, Marcy.\"\n\"Just don't go anywhere,\" Marcy told her again. \"I'll\nbe there in a little while and we'll make this right!\"\n\"Okay ... thank you ... I-I love you, Marcy ...\"\n\"Awe ... don't do that shit to me, Abbs.\" She could\nhear the conflict in her best friend's voice. \"I love you too, Abigale. Now you\ndial 9-1-1 and wait right there for them. We'll make it through this together,\nalright?\"\n\"Alright ... thanks ...\"\n \n*****\n \nMarcy had been right about the police and their\ntreatment of women who had been attacked by a potential rapist. It also helped\nthat Kevin had survived his brutal beating and would live to go to jail after\nan extended visit to the Emergency Room. Even though she had not killed him, the\nnext several hours were still a blur of flashing lights and retelling her story\nagain and again to a dozen different people. Hours past as she was taken to the\nhospital, examined by a doctor, and told there were some strange anomalies in\nher blood.\nAll of the details jumbled together in a swirling\nmess she was certain would make more sense as time passed. But by the end of\nthe day all she could really remember was crumbling into Marcy's arms and\nballing like a frightened child. Her friend had held her forever. Though she\nwas certain it pained her immensely, Marcy did not take advantage of the\nsituation. Any other day her friend would have grabbed, fondled, and kissed her\nwith giggly delight, but not this day.\nAt the end of it, Marcy insisted on driving her home.\n\"Can we go to your place?\" Abigale pleaded.\n\"Uhm ... sure,\" Marcy hesitated, obviously unsure of\nher own judgment. \"Do you need any of your stuff-\"\n\"Can I use yours?\" Abigale cut her off, and Marcy\nsuddenly grinned.\n\"Alright,\" her friend said with a chuckle, \"you can\nspend the night at my house. But my mom says we can't have any boys over, so it'll\nbe just us girls.\"\n\"Oh, you bitch,\" Abigale squealed as Marcy reached\nover and thumbed her nipple with pinpoint accuracy. The tension broke all at\nonce as both of them broke into fits of laughter which threatened their path on\nthe road. Marcy regained enough control to pull the car over and place it in\npark. She then leaned over and gave her friend a much needed hug. \"Thanks.\"\n\"Any time, love,\" Marcy whispered, \"any time.\""}