Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters

by Aya Fukunishi, Linda Barlow, Elixa Everett, Virginia Wade, Savannah Reardon, Skye Eagleday, Giselle Renarde, Jessi Bond, Natalie Deschain, Audrey Grace, Francis Ashe, J. E.

  I almost didn’t notice the fleshy tentacle that had slithered over the edge of the bed, until it slid over my calf, leaving a thin trail of warm, sticky fluid, almost like saliva. I sat up and stared, but it was too late. More tentacles whipped out, sliding out from under the bed, and looped around my wrists and ankles, so tight they made my hands and feet tingle. The fleshy arms were too strong, and pulled me back down onto the bed, spread-eagled, until I sank into the mattress.

  Yet another tentacle slithered up onto the bed, undulating like a snake made of slippery, gray flesh. It almost looked like a slug, and I felt a wave of revulsion as it crawled towards my hip, but my stomach fluttered with excitement, too. I could see the underside of it as it moved, covered with thousands of tiny, translucent little nubs, like fingers. It took forever to crawl over the bed towards me, slowing the more I willed it to come closer.

  Finally, it touched me. It crawled up my hip, and I thrust my mound up, urging it to crawl over my pussy as I felt the little fleshy fingers crawling over my skin, slipping and sliding over my flesh, making me shudder, but it turned from crawling under between my legs and slipped under my shirt, and I watched it crawl under the thin layer of cotton. It worked its way up over my belly, tickling as it went, and I giggled, struggling to keep my teeth clenched. I was dripping wet, the feeling of air on my pussy as I was held down and the fingers slid over my stomach driving me mad with lust.

  Slowly, the appendage made its way up and over my chest, and I let out a low moan as it crawled over my breast. It sat there, the fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading and caressing. I felt the fleshy fingers squeezes my nipple and tug at it flick it, and I writhed on the bed. I saw a second arm like the first crawling over the bed towards me when I opened my eyes. It joined the other, crawling over my breast and another one appeared. Soon there was an undulating mass of tentacles layered over my chest and stomach, thousands of fingers sliding over me like an army of hands, caressing my skin squeezing and fondling my breasts. I tried to pull my hands up to hug them to me, but the tentacles held my arms down.

  They let me lift my head to see more emerging from under the bed, lifting up like snakes. A mass of them flopped onto the mattress between my legs and came towards me slowly, sliding and slipping over each other, and I let out a gasp as I realized how thick and heavy they were, the thought of them sliding into my tender holes making me chew my lower lip as they got closer and closer. One reached out before the others, much thinner at its tip, and gently grazed over my thigh, twitching as my entire body jerked in response. It grew closer to my pussy, its touch growing even lighter until it drew back without touching. More of the flesh-fingers had appeared and crawled over my arms, nestled into my armpits and along my ribs. I was covered in a writhing, groping mass, and still I wanted more, willed the thick tubes of wriggling flesh at my feet to hammer me until I screamed.

  Finally, the thin tip of the tentacle touched my slit and came away wetter than before, shuddering. The tip pressed inside slowly, thinner than a finger, undulating like a snake, curling and slipping from side to side like a tongue tasting my cunt. With a little ripple it pushed deeper and thickened as it went, and my head fell back against the pillows and I let out a low moan. It rippled deeper and deeper, growing wider, filling me and splitting me until it nearly hurt and every breath was a sharp gasp for air.

  More tentacles forced my head up. It wanted me to see. I saw a wave of thickness travel down the length of the tentacle, as if there were a baseball sliding through it. It grew nearer and nearer and I shivered as I felt it come, as the thick wave of muscle stretched my cunt and forced inside, tapering off as it pushed in, followed by another and another. I was coated in sweat and slime, twisting on the bed, the tentacles bruising my wrists and ankles as I writhed feebly to escape, not really meaning to. I felt like I was melting.

  It was just getting started.

  Another tentacle slid up the bed and I realized where it meant to go with a shudder. It pushed under the other one, the thin tip licking over my ass cheeks, probing at the cleft between them. It took its time finding my asshole and when it touched it was thinner than the thinnest finger and slipped inside easily, the strange, tingling feeling of it sliding and twisting against my asshole, like a tongue, making me itch for more. Every time I thought it meant to sink in deeper and fill my ass, it drew back a little, sensing my urgency, making me plead inwardly for it. I was no longer able to form words, just gasp and moan.

  It started to thicken. Feeling the two fleshy arms squeezing the thin layer of muscle between my ass and pussy drove me wild and I started to roll my hips, urging them deeper inside me. More slithered over my legs, teasing, and I felt one just barely brush my clit, and screamed, clenching my fists. My whole body jerked as though I’d felt an electric jolt, and it was only the beginning. I was laughing and crying at the same time, moaning so hard my jaw hurt.

  The tentacles became thicker and thicker, beginning to pulse. I watched waves and bulges slide up their length and disappear inside me, and they began to grow wet, coating my body with sticky, warm fluid somewhere between spit and cum. I felt it pumping inside me until it poured out over my legs and I lay in a hot pool of sweat and slime, like thick oil, writhing and thrashing. It soaked my hair, made my skin slick as the tentacles slid over my belly. The soft tip of one massaged my clit while another flicked over my belly button like a tongue. I clenched my teeth and struggled against the clenching, grasping arms looped around my wrists and ankles, and more seized my knees and elbows, pinning me to the bed, making the slime squelch.

  A thick tentacle slid up my body and the soft tip tickled my chin, and then slid over my lips. I moaned and tried to keep my mouths but the smooth tip pressed between my lips and when it touched my tongue, I gasped for air and slid inside, pushing at my throat until I gagged. It felt like a cock the length of my body lay across me as the others ravaged me, pressing my breasts together so the long, snaking arm could slide between them, forcing me to taste and suckle it. A splash of hot, too-salty cum flooded my mouth, making me cough as it spilled down over my chin until I had no choice but to swallow in a great gulp. It gave me a moment to breath and then flooded in more, as it was pumping me full in my ass and pussy. It stuck to my chin and flooded down over my chest as the tentacles lifted my head from the bed.

  I lost all control of my body and melted into it, twitching as the sharp waves of sensation rolled through me, making me gurgle and gulp at the thick, fleshy cock pushing at my throat. It slid it further and my eyes rolled back, and I felt my stomach clenching. I felt like I would explode and a sudden, almost painful wave of heat rolled through me, making my fingers and toes pop from curling, followed by a crashing cold that was washed away by yet more heat. I looked down at the tentacles sliding in and out of my holes, covered in thick, slippery liquid, each as thick as my arm. They pressed in together, moved with each other, ripping sensations out of me I never knew existed.

  My heart was fluttering in my chest. I jerked again and the cock slid out of my mouth so I could gasp and scream, salty not-cum pouring down over my chin and chest. It curled around my throat, squeezing gently, almost cutting me off from air, but not quite. Thin tentacles covered my arms and legs, squeezing until my skin went wide, sliding and probing. There was not a single inch of my body that was not being stimulated, not even my scalp as thin tendrils wove through my hair, making me shiver with their movements.

  I went totally limp, each breath escaping as a soft moan. I felt totally at the beast’s mercy, used. I couldn’t take anymore, and my eyes began to feel heavy, my gaze unfocused. Somehow I felt myself drifting, almost falling into sleep only to be woken by the twisting shooters of pleasure that came from everywhere at once. Finally, the world blurred and turned black, and I was falling through an endless void.

  When I woke up, I was mostly dry. I was coated in sweat but the bed was none the worse for wear. Max must have conjured the sticky slime the same way he changed himself. I wanted to m
ove, but I couldn’t, and I was so cold. I felt a strong arm lay over me and another slide under my waist as he put his arms around me and kissed my neck. The touch of his lips burned, the way a very cold piece of metal will burn, but I didn’t care. I felt the heat sliding out of me into his touch.

  “You asked for this,” he said, running his icy thumbs over my nipples. “You begged.”

  I let out a soft gasp, unable to say anything in reply, too tired to move but to grind my ass against him, urging him on. He rolled me onto my stomach and I lay breathless on the bed, too weak to move as he lay on top of me, his icy-warm body pressed against mine. I could feel every muscle, every movement of his perfectly sculpted form.

  I finally managed to croak, “Fuck me.”

  He brushed my hair to the side and kissed my throat, his icy touch making me jerk every time I felt his lips, and touched his hands to mine, resting his atop them. He laced his fingers through mine and continued kissing me, each touch moving lower until he kissed the side of my neck, my cheek as I turned my head to the side, closing my eyes. Lower and lower he went, touching his lips to my shoulder, the backs of my arms, my shoulder blades. I should have been utterly exhausted, too sore and spent to move, but I throbbed for him, ached with a hollow only he could fill.

  He rose up so that only his lips touched me as he ran them down my body, letting me feel flicks of his tongue along my spine that made me groan. I felt his lips on the soft skin of my ass and arched my back as his icy tongue traced toward my asshole, and when I felt the soft, cold point of it press against the tight knot of muscle my head lifted up, draining the last of my strength.

  With his face pressed between my cheeks, he began to eat out my ass, flicking his tongue against me, pushing in the tight channel. He slid his hand down my flank, making my fists clench, and I felt his fingers flick against my slit, coming away with my juices. I wanted so badly to bed him, but I’d lost my voice and could only breathe sharply. He pulled away from my backside and kissed the back of my thighs, one and then other, all the way down the backs of my legs to the back of my knees, lower. He ran his tongue over my calves, massaged my feet with his strong hands as I felt his tongue flick between my toes.

  Only then did he crawl over me. I felt the touch of his cock as it brushed against my legs and I used what little strength I had to shift my legs open, but he pushed them closed again and straddled me, resting his weight on me as his cock sank into my pussy, almost drawn in. It was fever hot, almost uncomfortably hot, or else so cold it burned as it pushed in and I raised my hips to meet it. He put both arms around me and pressed us together, touching everywhere he could as he pressed my legs together with his.

  Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to pump with long, deep strokes that almost slipped out before he plunged in again, each pushing ahead of it a wave of hot fullness that made my stomach clench and forced the air out of my lungs. He was huge, as big as he was as a dragon or a wolf or a tentacled thing, filling me so deeply I couldn’t imagine being empty again. Rolling his body against mine he moved with agonizing tenderness, defying me as I willed him to go all out, to ravage me until I screamed and wept.

  Always, hips lips were on me, almost distracting me from the feel of his cock inside me, on the back of my neck, my earlobes. I twisted under him and felt his lips brush against the corner of my mouth and smiled involuntarily. His arms curled around me and his hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts, flicking my nipples. He traced his fingers over my belly and pressed at my navel, and one hand sank between my legs to gingerly slide over my clit while his cock spread me open, and I would have gritted my teeth had I the strength for it.

  My eyes flew open. It felt like ice crawling up my spine in place of the usual heat, sinking into my muscles, and it made me moan. I bucked and rolled my hips, urging him as the sensation became too intense, unbearable. It lifted higher and higher, rolling, twisting, almost becoming pain before it broke from a single point somewhere in my middle and shuddered through me, but was already building again. I feebly tugged at the sheets, and let out a low, angry growl as the next wave began to rise.

  I could feel his tension, feel him trying to prolong the moment. His stomach became so taught against my backside I though it would split, and he was barely moving, each twitch making him jerk and shudder. He squeezed me until all the air was pushed out of my lungs and I saw stars, grunting and straining to hold back, to keep himself contained for a moment more. I could have lived forever in that moment, just let myself go in it.

  I did. There was nothing left of me. I felt hollow as he let out a snarling, inhuman sound, deep and wet at the back of his throat, and rammed his cock into my pussy as if he meant to spear it through me. When he loosed inside me I felt it, and it felt like ice, chasing all the warmth out of me, and it didn’t stop. I felt like a pitcher being filled up with ice water as it spread through me and suddenly I realized that it wasn’t the cold retreating, it was the warmth leaving me. I shivered so hard my teeth chattered as the last rolling wave of sensation poured through me and I clenched, gasping for air.

  He rolled off of me and I felt like I was being dunked in frozen water. I curled up, somehow finding the strength, and he stumbled to his feet, moving like a man after a heavy meal, too sleepy to walk properly. He piled my sheets and blankets on top of me and then found more, old quilt, a bathrobe, and I clutched them until I was a ball of wool and cotton and terrycloth with a head poking out. He turned up my space heater and rummaged through the apartment until he found another one and turned it on, too.

  I felt the cold in my bones, like I’d never been warm before. After I while I stopped shivering, and my eyes drifted shut. I felt myself changing, felt my body warping somehow, like I was just a passenger, almost like I was observing myself from the outside. I fell into a deep, dreamless, utterly black sleep, but not before I saw him stumble into a side chair and nearly fall over. He slid down into it and closed his eyes.

  Eventually, I came back to consciousness. The heaters and the blankets did nothing and I tore at them, tumbling out of my bed. I landed on all fours, and the cold drove me, shivering to my feet. I stumbled into the bathroom and turned the shower all the way up, letting the steam roll over me, but it felt lukewarm at best. I finally caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and screamed, falling against the wall.

  My skin had turned chalk white. Every part of me was white except for my hair and eyebrows and eyelashes, which were pitch black. I stepped forward and stood up, arching my back. My breasts had put on a few cup sizes and my hips had widened. My stomach had pulled in and flattened, not really muscular but with clearly defined lines between the abdominal muscles. My hair was rich thick and black as oil, and no matter where it fell it landed artfully, somehow, as if I’d spent many hours and hundreds of dollars in an expensive salon. My lips were redder than any lipstick I owned. I smiled a false smile and realized that my teeth were perfectly straight, my slight underbite and snaggletooth gone. There wasn’t a mark on me anywhere- no moles, no blemishes, no stretch marks, nothing. My legs and armpits and even my pussy were beyond shaven, they were hairless.

  Strangest of all were my eyes. My eyes were perfectly white, no veins, and my irises were dark red and slitted the way a cat’s are, and grew narrower the longer I was under the harsh light of my bathroom vanity. I stared at myself so hard I nearly forgot the cold, and when it spilled back into my memory I yelped and crawled under the water, turning my face to it.

  Then, I realized I was crying. I could feel the heat, knew the water was hot, but the warmth stopped at my skin and refused to soak into me no matter how much it steamed and scalded. My skin didn’t even redden from the heat. I stumbled out from under it and looked at myself in the mirror again. The water clung to me the way it did in pictures of bikini models, as if I’d been watered down by a photographer with a spray bottle to make me photograph better. I shook my head the water slid out of my hair and landed on the floor with a plop, and my coiffure sort of flounced its
elf, thick tresses sliding around my shoulders until they were in a perfect arrangement, two long locks hanging over my chest to teasingly obscure my pale, flawless nipples.

  Max stepped into the room.

  “What did you do to me?” I sobbed, moving towards him.

  He backed away. “Careful. Hold still. This is going to hurt.”

  Before I could react he seized my wrist, and I snapped back, flailing. It was like his hand was a hot branding iron and I thought I would smell smoke, taste my own flesh sizzling from his touch. I grabbed at his arm and tried to pull free, gnashing my newly perfect teeth, tried to beg him to stop but it hurt too much to form words. He looked at me impassively, a little sadly, until he let go and I slumped to the floor, clutching my wrist.

  “Feel any better?”

  I did. “Warmer,” I said, “A little. What the fuck did you do to me? Did I feed on you?”

  “Not exactly,” he said, sitting on the toilet. He propped his chin on his hand. “You know how birds feed their young, sticking their beaks down the little bird’s throat? Think of it like that. I forced some of the energy I took from you back into your body.”

  “What would happen if you didn’t?”

  “You’d either die,” he said, “Or find the first available human being and fuck them until they died. The first feeding is usually fatal. Mine was, and most of the ones after.”

  I hugged myself and rocked against the wall, and I looked impossibly sexy doing it. I couldn’t stop staring at my legs. I looked like I’d quit being a gymnast to be a model instead. “What do I do?”

  “I’m not going to leave you.”

  “I thought you said…”

  “You haven’t tried to eat me yet. That’s a good sign, but… here.”

  He held out his hand. I took it, wincing, expecting frying heat, but my wrist was unmarked. I laded my fingers through his and felt… nothing. I might as well have been touching soft paper. “What? I don’t understand, I…”