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.

  Maybe Tom had known! Maybe even Jason’s father! She had been sold out!

  Dread coursed through Emily’s mind.

  The creature that was once Jason rose to its feet, massive, hulking. The last bit of clothing fell off its body, and Emily’s eyes went to the beast’s crotch, and saw there a penis of ridiculous size. The beast roared at her again, and her bones rattled and shook, and she tried to back up, tried to find purchase somewhere amongst the grass and leaves that kept on giving way, continued to slide out from beneath her frantic feet and hands.

  And when, on the stem of a sturdy bush, did she finally find some leverage, she launched herself backward, perhaps two feet, hoping to turn and start running. But she slammed her back into the trunk of a tree. The rough bark felt like a bed of nails.

  “Jason!” she yelled again, trying to bring the man out of the beast. The Minotaur stopped, seemed to consider the sound, but only for a moment. Then its eyes were once again on her, menacing, and the creature took one thunderous step toward her, and Emily knew she was at its mercy.

  She shut her eyes, squeezing tears of fear out of each. She tried to control her breathing. She tried to think rationally. Could she outrun the gigantic thing? Probably not, and even if she could, she wouldn’t know where to go. It was getting dark, too. Soon the sun would dip below the horizon, and as crazy as being at the mercy of a monster of myth might be, being out alone in the wilderness was something altogether more terrifying.

  “Jason!” she shrieked, anger putting a dry desperation in her voice. “Don’t hurt me!”

  But the Minotaur bore down on her, and she yelped as it took one of her ankles into its thick, hairy hand. She was hoisted up, painfully, onto the creature’s shoulder, and the beast thumped off into the forest, her upside-down world bobbing to and fro.

  She was tired, exhausted even. She had nowhere to go, did not know the land. The Minotaur… Jason was her only chance.

  And Emily Worthington knew then that she had completely resigned herself. She was at the mercy of the Minotaur.

  “Where are you taking me?” she shrieked, thumping uselessly at the beast’s back with her closed fists. She felt hard muscle beneath the coat of thin fur, and knew she wasn’t causing so much as a ripple of discomfort in the creature, let alone pain.

  Carried, her view of the world swinging to and fro, and leaned her head back to see Michael Nimon standing in their wake, grinning, rubbing his hands together.

  “You have no choice, Emily!” he shouted at her through cupped hands. “Let yourself become his mate, and his species will be reborn, rekindled!”

  Emily couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Rekindled? How? Wasn’t this just a gene? A genetic marker?

  “If you are impregnated here,” he shouted as he grew smaller in the distance, shrouded by trees and foliage. “Among the pheromone contained in this soil of Crete, then your baby will be born a Minotaur.”

  Emily’s bunched her face up. She wanted to cry.

  “And you will be the mother of the progenitor of a new alpha species! The Minotaurs shall walk this earth again, Emily! And you will be their Goddess Mother!”

  “No!” she cried, resuming her pounding against the beast’s back. “No!”

  But it was to no avail. Michael Nimon faded from view. All she heard was the thunderous crunching of snapping twigs and cracking rock beneath the Minotaur’s, beneath Jason’s, feet. All she heard was his deep, hoarse breathing, his animalism intermittently punctuated by grunts and unintelligible groans.

  And as he carried her off, into the deep line of trees that grew up the side of the mountain, the sun fell behind the precipice, and she was enveloped by the dark side.

  *

  Dallas and I are going to run away. We’re not going to tell Mum and Dad. He says we have to go to Crete. We have to find the source of this soil. He says it is the only way to find out for sure what he is.

  He told me how this happened to him once before. It was when he was a boy, and he was at a Greek market festival in Brisbane, Australia.

  He told me that he had to run away and hide in a public toilet while she shifted, tore through all his clothes.

  A child Minotaur!

  When he eventually returned to his human form, the fit, the seizure over, his parents had asked him what happened. He lied to them. He told them he was beaten up by some bullies.

  He never told anybody the truth.

  He never shifted again.

  Until today.

  Until today when he came into contact with that fertilizer, when he changed into a monster while making love to me.

  And then continued to afterward.

  We’re leaving tomorrow. He says he’s got some money stashed away for a rainy day. A bit of savings. He’s going to use it all on two one-way tickets to Greece.

  We’re going to go and find out the source of this soil. I’ve got the fertilizer’s manufacturer stamp and label here. Nimon Farming Products.

  I hope Mum and Dad won’t be too upset.

  I’ve left them a note.

  Don’t worry, I’m bringing you, dear diary. I would never leave you behind. Mostly for fear that someone might read you!

  I’m still in shock, in disbelief.

  Dallas is doing his best to comfort me, but some things you just need time to get over.

  I don’t know if it’s the smart choice to go with him.

  But it’s what I’m going to do.

  *

  “Put me down!” she cried, kicking her legs. “Jason! Put me down! Listen to me! I’ll tell your father about this!”

  Emily shook her head and sighed. She’d tried every tactic to reach the Jason inside the Minotaur, but couldn’t. He was a beast, and possessed by a seemingly singular drive. Where he was taking her, she did not know. What he would do to her when he got there… she knew that acutely.

  “Put me down!” she screamed again, and this time, the Minotaur did. It laid her gently on a bed of sloped, soft grass, and she looked around wildly to see that they were in a clearing. A large ridge above them on the mountain would prevent sunlight from reaching the area at all times of the day, and so flora had naturally not flourished.

  Emily returned her eyes to the beast. It was standing before her, towering over her, muscles tensed and hard. Its skin looked as thick as leather, and the curled horns must have been three feet long.

  “Don’t touch me,” she said, scrabbling backward. The beast titled its head to the side, and then looked down at his own body. Emily followed his gaze to see that the Minotaur’s cock was coming to life, thickening and rising with each enormous beat of the beast’s heart.

  “No!” Emily screamed, pointing at it and then shaking her head dramatically. She crossed both arms in front of her, continued shaking her head, hoping that the message would be communicated.

  But she couldn’t keep her eyes from the Minotaur’s cock for long. The thing was simply massive, and the wriggling veins on either side were easily as thick as one of her fingers. It was a very human penis, with a wide, pink tip and thick shaft and bulged slightly in the middle. She gasped when a huge droplet of pre-cum beaded at the tip, before tracking down the underside of the bell.

  The Minotaur took a menacing step toward her, and reached down. “No!” she yelled, slapping away the beast’s hands. It tilted its head to the other side, before narrowing its eyes and roaring at her. She jumped, hair standing on end, as the roar echoed through the valleys.

  Then the beast was on her again, hands at her jeans, and he ripped them open, splitting the button and tearing the zipper from fabric. Emily tried to turn and get to her feet, but it was in vain. With one strong hand, the beast pinned her with one hand, and extended one of his hoofs up beside her, so that he could fall on top of her if she managed to move.

  “Please don’t,” Emily begged, trying to pry open a massive finger of the beast as it yanked her jeans down. She was tugged violently, her whole body lifting off the grassy ground for a momen
t, but then the beast had her jeans off her legs, dislodging her sandals in the process, and he flung the fabric away.

  Dressed in only her tank top, bra, and panties, Emily pushed her legs together and curled up into a ball, shaking her head. “Don’t do this, Jason. Don’t hurt me.”

  The Minotaur made a strange sound, then, almost like a whine. She chanced a look at it, and it was peering at her, a strangely human depth to its eyes. It dipped its big bull-head down, and the twisted horns raked the ground on either side of her. It took a moment for Emily to realize what the creature was doing… it was smelling her. The beast inhaled deeply as it pulled its nose upward from Emily’s legs, over her mound, up her belly, by her armpits, and the eventually to her neck.

  And it began the process again, this time going down, this time stopping and hovering above her sex. “Oh, God,” she groaned as the beast pushed its huge nostrils into her underwear. The Minotaur took several deep, shuddering breaths, and though mortified and modest, Emily couldn’t deny that it had an effect on her. It was such a private, intimate place… and that she already knew what the beast was going to do to her! Her mind raced forward, her fear muddled with… something approaching anticipation.

  The beast was still hard as an iron bar, organ jutting out in between them like a spear. His fingers went to the elastic lip of her panties, and he casually tore the fabric, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. He let her panties flop open, baring her to him.

  Emily by now had given up begging, and simply looked out of worried eyes, groaning through gritted teeth, and the Minotaur stared at her uncovered sex, before leaning down to run its nose through her tuft of pubic hair, inhaling deeply again.

  It was erotic that the creature was smelling her, but that wasn’t yet enough to override the dread that had filled her heart. “Please,” Emily whispered, trying one last time. The Minotaur looked up at her, seemed to consider it for a moment. “Please, Jason.”

  But it was all for naught. The Minotaur ducked back down to her sex, this time prying apart her legs with its hands, spreading the juncture of her thighs. He dipped down again, and this time dragged a hot, powerful, and wet tongue up her slit. Emily shivered in sudden sensation, and a half-sigh, half-moan escaped her lips. She sat up, looking at the Minotaur in disbelief.

  And it licked her again.

  And again.

  And again.

  “Oh, God,” she groaned. What was the creature doing? But it continued to lap at her slit, pulling its hard tongue up and down, rounding the top of her clitoral hood and then repeating the circular motion. Again and again it licked her, and Emily found her resolve wavering; the feeling of it was distracting.

  “Please,” she hissed, chancing a touch on the top of the Minotaur’s head. “Please…”

  But the Minotaur ignored, continued to rub its tongue against her, and despite herself, Emily found that she was succumbing to the temptation of physical pleasure. How could she deny to herself what her body wanted? She was being stimulated… it was… it felt good!

  The beast began to lick her with more fervor, lapping at her as though she might be the last chance it ever got to do it. It wasn’t long until Emily was squirming on the grassy ground, squeezing her own breasts, overcome with the longing to crest, to release.

  It was surprising to her that the Minotaur could perform so well in between her legs, that his powerful tongue was deft and agile, focusing right above her clit. It knew what to do…

  “Oh, God,” Emily moaned, feeling her body tighten up. That welling in her belly began to make itself prominent, and she knew that it was only a matter of time now until she was cresting. How had the Minotaur gotten her there so quickly? While she was a clit-girl through and through, it used to take her last partner twenty minutes just to taxi her onto the runway!

  The beast between her legs let out a deep, rumbling growl as it licked her, and vibrations and tremors shot through her sex, up the insides of her thighs, and tingled her toes. She felt that tightness, that need for release.

  “Fuck, don’t stop!”

  “Don’t stop!”

  “DON’T STOP!”

  She came hard, her whole body spasming, her body jerking and jolting as white hot bliss pulsed through her.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whispered as the Minotaur ran its tongue up her slit one last time, eliciting shudders of hypersensitivity from her, before lifting its head up to look at her.

  The beast’s hands were then at her hips, and he picked her up, turned over so that she was on her knees, and pushed her head down toward the ground. He slapped the insides of her thighs until she opened them wider, and then buried his nose in her sex again, inhaling her creamy juices of pleasure.

  “Wait,” Emily hissed. “No, wait a minute.” She was still too sensitive to be fucked, still winding down from her heights of oblivion.

  But the Minotaur did not wait. “Oh, God,” Emily gasped as the Minotaur placed his wide tip at her entrance. She tried her best to loosen herself, knowing that the creature’s cock was so large, if she didn’t it would be painful. When the Minotaur began to apply a gentle pressure, she clenched her jaw and spread her legs a little wider. She felt the enormous cock stretch her, around the wide tip, before she cleared the ridge and swallowed him up inside her.

  “Fuck,” she panted as the beast inched into her bit by bit. She was so stretched, so filled, and it was an entirely new feeling. She couldn’t really explain it outside of feeling full, but God if it didn’t feel amazing!

  She reached behind her and gripped onto the Minotaur’s hand, holding onto one of its thick digits. “Go slow,” she told it, not knowing if the thing could understand her or not. They made eye contact, and she thought she saw a glimmer in the beat’s glowing red orbs, and an almost imperceptible nod of the creature’s head.

  Pushing inside her until bottoming out, Emily felt the twang of sudden sensation as he hit her cervix. She gripped harder onto the finger, and shook her head. “Not so deep!” she cried. “Not so deep!”

  The Minotaur began to pull out, and it left her feeling strangely emptied, before it pushed back in again. Emily was silenced, nerve endings thrown into sensory overload as she felt herself stretch again to accommodate the beast’s enormous package. She raked at the dirt around her with her fingers, grabbing fistfuls. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out but silence.

  The Minotaur halted all movement then, after pushing himself inside her again, paused for what felt like a minute. Emily was panting, now gripping on to each of the creature’s arms. She felt his hands clasp around her hips, and she clenched her jaw, bracing herself.

  She knew the beast was about to fuck her. And hard.

  “Okay, okay,” she whispered, reaching back and touching the Minotaur’s hand. She craned her head over her shoulder and nodded at it, biting her lip. “Okay.” She had given in. All pretense of a fight was gone. All inhibition had evaporated.

  The Minotaur, what had once been Jason, settled into a slow rhythm, but still it was overwhelming. With eyes clamped shut, and teeth gritted, Emily groaned long and loud as the beast behind her fucked her slowly. She was convinced she could feel the thigh veins rippling past her folds. She was convinced that at any moment she might just explode.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered. A frantic urgency took hold of her, and she began to push back against the Minotaur to meet its thrusts. Just gently at first, but as she grew used to his girth, as she became acclimatized to his width, she found that she started to like the feeling more. It became less a risk of pain, and more a hint of pleasure, and before long, what started off as a small flame atop a tired wick had burst into a blaze; the wick to a firecracker.

  “Yes,” she grunted, pushing back harder, lust overriding her. The Minotaur picked up its own pace, need and hunger evident in the strength of its thrusts as he drove its manhood into her with metronomic unendingness.

  Emily opened her eyes but everything was unfocused, unimportant. Sh
e concentrated on her pleasure, that radiating, building white-hot pleasure inside her that would soon erupt outward, and thrum through her body.

  “Fuck me,” she hissed, meeting the Minotaur’s thrusts harder and faster, encouraging it to speed up even more. The creature’s hands gripped tighter onto her hips, and it began to pull her backward with each forward movement so that the sound of their slapping skin, wet and sticky, filled the air around them.

  “Oh, God, yes, yes, yes!” She was climbing again, ascending. She was already heading there, to oblivion. She felt it in her belly, that sucking feeling, and she knew her coil was tightening, knew she was winding up. “Ugh,” she grunted as the Minotaur pummeled into her, and she sent a hand down to her clit and began to rub it furiously. Gone were all attempts at remaining reluctant. She was in too deep, now; too far gone.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned as the Minotaur picked up the pace behind her, ramming his girthy rod down her canal over and over. She was lost, blitzed by bliss, and utterly consumed with physical sensation. “Fuck,” she hissed. It felt so good; she felt so full.

  She was climbing, ascending. She fingered her clit frantically, rubbed it in circles, and the pleasure thrummed through her, ignited her nervous system. She felt like she was glowing. She felt like she was on fire.

  “Oh, no,” she panted. She was at the precipice.

  So close.

  So close…

  “Oh my God,” she gargled, pressing her forehead into the dry soil beneath her. “Oh my God. Oh, no! No, no, NOOO!”

  She leaped off the edge. She came hard. She was soaring. She was in heaven. The building up in her belly erupted in her sex. An unbearable tightness overtook her as ecstasy enveloped her, and her eyes clamped shut, and her canal cloyed at the thick organ, and her body crunched up and she shrieked out her pleasure, hearing it echo through the valley.

  “Fuuuuuck!” she screamed, shaking, shivering, the intensity of her orgasm almost too much to bear. Pleasure continued to sear her senses as the Minotaur didn’t let up, didn’t stop its piston like movement. She was so sensitive, but it didn’t stop, and instead began to fuck her more shallowly, just with the tip.