Pairing: Monster/Human Petnames: Honey, Sugar, Darling, Sweetheart, Baby, Bitch cw: dub-con/non-con, predator/prey, Cunnilingus, Ass Eating, Double Penetration (ass & pussy) __________________________________________________________ -southern accent- -sweeping wind & grass rustling- -frogs croaking- You’re lost. You’re lost, lost, lost. Out in the corn, here in the darkest part of the night, and why exactly? Because you heard your pa callin’, swear you heard ‘im. Even though your pa’s been gone a real long time now, will’it be seven years this September? Or maybe it’s eight. Hell you’can even remember, so why’d’ya go? Scramble out ya bed, so nice and warm, and hustle out into the corn. Barely wearing anything, but out anyway. Thrashing through and calling, “I’m here pa! I’m comin’, just wait!” But you’re out here now, shivering and shuddering in the night, and where’s he at? Where’s your pa? Or more accurately, where’s the thing usin’ a deadman’s voice? And where’s the house? And where’s your land? And what’s stalking you through the corn? “Hello!” you yell out into the silence pressing down. Beating in on you even though the stalks ain’t quiet, though there’s a breeze ripping through. You can hear the frogs down by the river, can’t you? And the night birds screeching by, so it can’t be quiet, but somehow it’s dead silent. (heartbeat) Only the thump of your heart hard in your chest, just the tingle of blood in your cold-cold fingers. “Who’s out here!” as if you expect an answer. Ha, what’d you do if you got one sugar? Go to it? Run away? Get more lost in a place you don’t recognise, even though you spent all your life here? What will you do when, “Hello!” Something. Calls. Back. “Hello” Mocks you. Or is it an echo? Bouncing off…off what honey? There ain’t nothing out here, flat land and crops. Houses standing like pinpricks on that stretched out horizon. But. That’s your voice, ain’t it? Coming back…different, wrong. So what are you gonna do? Start running? Or freeze like a little bunny rabbit. -crashing- As it comes crashing. Pushing through the corn. Breaking down the stalks, ruining the row, and coming for you. “Hello!” it calls again, quieter, differenter. The first was unstitched, unravelled like, but this is, this is deeper than your voice. Crackling at the sides. Coming undone all the way through. You lift a foot, you catch a breath, and you start running honey. -running- Racing through the rows you done well planted a hundred times by now, but they ain’t familiar tonight. Not with some thing running you down, calling after you in your own voice. Think you can outrun it sweety? Run faster than a thing already panting at your heels. Already swiping for your ankles. C’mon give it a real chase. Faster honey, faster. Take a left, now a right, get it nice and confused, or is that just you? Don’t know where you started, don’t know where you’re goin, but you’re runnin’ ain’t cha? Runnin’s better than falling, better’n dying. If that’s what it’ll do to you. Hot breath on your heels, course it wants to kill ya, eat’cha maybe? Ohh, don’t go thinking about teeth ripping into ya, now. Not claws tearing out ya guts and reaching for your liver. Don’t think about a tongue longer’n your arm sliding into your belly and scooping out your kidneys. Ha, slimy and slick and taking whatever it wants. Squirming in ya, deeper’n anything ever been. Oh! Careful darlin’, careful, don’t wanna go fallin’ now. Tripped over your own foot there did’ya, did’ya? Or was it somethin’ in the path? Somethin’ slitherin across and catching on your foot. Sending ya stumbling, almost sprawling, but not quite. Not yet. Ha, but it’s there, almost on ya. Hear it? “Hellow” starting to fall apart in truth now. “Stop please!” begging like a pitiful thing. Like you’ll be beggin if it catches you. “I’m scared!” and ain’t that a hoot! –laugh- it’s scared? Oh honey, if it’s scared, then what are you? Shaking in your boots, stumbling over your feet, tripping on a root and gasping-screaming as you go down. -thump- Hitting the ground too hard, knees scraping, hands thumpin. You go down and your heart falls into your mouth. Waiting for claws in your guts, catching on your skin. You’re expecting teeth in your throat and blood-blood-oooh so much blood. But no, but what’s this? Instead there’s a whuff ‘a breath at your knees, along your calf. And you’re trembling, ooh honey you’re sweating. But you can’t move, can ya? Not when that thing is right there, scentin’ along your legs, up the pretty curve of your thighs and settling ohh where’s it settlin honey? -breathing, sniffing- Between your legs huh? Snuffling and scenting, poking and prodding. What to do, oh what to do. Do you squeeze ‘em shut and risk a painful death, or give ‘em more room to work? More room it smell it on ya. The fear, o’ course, and terror coursing through your veins. To— “Stop!” you shriek, and try to scrabble forwards, get off your knees and up running again, but aww honey, time for running’s long past. It already caught you, already downed ‘ya, so now it’s the eatin. “Stop!” it screams back at you, mockin’ ya, ohhh you’re crying now darlin’ ain’t’cha? Too scared to think, too afraid to move. As clawed hands settle on your calves, pressing you down into the dirt. As a cold nose brushes your bare skin and you wanna flinch away darlin’ but you ain’t going nowhere. Not anymore. It caught you. “Help me,” it whines in somebody else’s voice, and skates that nose up and up over the curve’a that sweet ass. And now it’s snuffling by your ear, breathing hot and heavy on your cheek. “Please,” it growls, and you wanna scream, don’t’cha? Wanna fight and die screamin’, but ‘cha can’t, can ya? Somethin’ in ya’s resigned to it, somethin’ in ya understands this. You’re just prey sweet thing, just a tasty little bite, -laugh- it can figure out how to act around a real predator. So relax darlin’, relax if you know what’s good for ya. Don’t flinch away from the claws scratching up along yer legs, shredding right on through those soft sleeping pants. And ohh, ain’t the night even colder now? Aw look at you breaking out in gooseflesh, tsk poor thing. Maybe this nasty thing’ll warm you up, when it drops along your back and forces you down. Face in the dirt, ass in the air, presentin’ for it like a good little slut, ain’t’cha. Not even thinking about fighting anymore. Just going, just sighing as a warm, wet tongue licks your cheek, just shivering when it pulls away and leaves you cold again. What’s it gonna do? What’s it want from ya? Front hole, where you’re wet and warm already? Wet cuz why? You enjoyed the chase? Like being held down and forced still against your will? Or’re you wet because you can’t wait for some inhuman thing to stick its cock in you? Split you in two and breed you full’a something monstrous and ugly? Ha! Wetter now honey! Warmer now. Hyperventilating into your wrist as it takes its pick. Front hole or back, which does it want? Oh? Ohhh, but just what oh what is that? Hmm? What’s pressing against both? So wet and rough and thinner’n you thought. So much more...dextrous too. A tongue? Hmm, feels like a tongue, don’t it? The broad swipe that’s got you jumping and it growling. “Anything you want!” it promises with somebody’s voice, begging for somebody’s life. Still now sugar, bunny rabbit still darling. Don’t wanna be it’s next tasty thing, do ya? Naw, just stay good and still honey, and press back into the tongues licking you. Feeling so good, broad and flat and longer’n any person could ever be, huh? Catching on your clit and teasing yer rim, starting up a fire in your belly. As it licks, up and down and pushes, just the slightest bit, in. Oooh now ain’t that something? Ain’t that just wonderful? The tease of it, the promise. My, oh my, what a treat you’re in for sweetheart. “D-don’t hurt me,” it stutters, and cries, and sends chills right on down your spine. But don’t worry sugar, the fire in yer belly chases them right away, don’t it? When the thing licks into you harder and your stomach nearly drops right on out. No time to be scared when you could be horny instead, right? When there’s a thought brewing in your head that maybe, just maybe, it doesn’t have to choose. That the tongues licking into your cunt and having its way with your ass are prepping you for something so much better. Should be impossible, right? Shouldn’t be real. -laugh- aw sugar, the claws pinning you down shouldn’t be real either, and the animal breathing in your ear is down right crazy, but there they are. So who’re you to judge what’s real? Go on darling, tell me the rattling-restless rumble in your ear ain’t real either, that the slip of slick down your thigh, leakin’ from your cunt’s just a trick. You’re lost and this is a hallucinatin’, you’re still sleeping and this is just a dream. What a pretty dream, ‘re you gonna make the most of it darling? Rock back into those tongues cuz it can’t hurt none to indulge yourself in a fantasy, can it? Naw, so go on, drop lower, wider. Let whatever monster this is get a real taste ‘a you, til its drunk on ya, til it can’t get enough. Aw, don’t go whining now sweetheart, not when the thing’s finally easing off for a little bit. Didn’t you want it to? Mhmm, so what’s changed, darling dear? -laugh- Enjoying yourself a little too much? Just a little too eager for the main course? “Cold,” it croons, tongues on your cheek instead, licking down your jaw and around your throat. My my, how agile. But ohhh, if those are its tongues, then what’s brushing you? Hmm? Butting up against the licked wide gape of your holes? Something warm, but stiffer’n the tongues were, something big but not clawed. Not sharp. Nothing but ridged and ribbed and utterly inhuman. “Sssso cold,” it whines. And. Pushes. In. Without a stop or stutter or pause to stretch. It pushes, in and in, oh so burning deep darling. Filling you up, fucking you full. In one smooth- “Fuck!” you screech, rawer than the cocks full to the rim of you. Nearly tore out your throat with that one darlin, careful now. Wouldn’t want to hurt yourself. “Fuck!” it screeches right on back, panting in your ear, mocking you something awful. And still in, ain’t it? Still soo...good -laugh- -sigh- ‘mazing how good something like this can feel, huh? When you don’t have a choice but to take it, as much as it’ll give. Can’t do nothing as it bottoms out, and stretches you out. Cunt fuller’n it’s ever been, and ass just about split in two. Aw baby, hurts don’t it? But it’s such a good hurt, makes your cunt squeeze and gush. Makes your heart flip and twist and start racing again. As it drags -sigh- as it drags back on out. Tongues still wriggling around your throat, teeth prickling the back of ya neck, a pretty little threat. Same as the claws digging into your hips, enough to bruise but not cut, not yet. Not if you’re a good little cock toy. -laugh- Aww go on darling, let yourself have some fun. As it drags out, why don’t you appreciate the ridge and ride of those cocks? How good it feels, thick and veined so good. Catches on your rim, drags against your clit, oooh so nice. And go screaming again when it slams back in darling, go on, ain’t nobody out here to hear ya. Ain’t nobody here to care what’s fucking you in the dark, on the ground, in the middle of the field. Nothing but the night owls and crows, maybe. To heckle you and sneer when you moan so obscene, tsk and here I was thinking you were an upstanding citizen. Hmm, but looks to me, you’re nothing but a common whore, tsk, no actually, I think you might be worse. After all, how many whores’d fuck a monster they ain’t even seen? And how many more’d take it as good and easy as you? -laugh- oh darling, you can take a pounding like nothing I ever seen -breath- you’re just a right delight, ain’t cha? Even rocking back onto those two cocks, fucking back into it. Hmm, poor ole monster probably never had a meal so willing, so accommodating. Aw, listen to it growl and feel it moan. Buzzing through ya, just about shaking your bones. Just one more bit a good -laugh- just one more bit a ruining you for anybody-oh sorry, I mean anything else. Cuz you cum can’t yah darling, gonna cum all over yourself and this monster’s cocks. Gonna make such a mess o’ yourself, and keep on going. Until it cums do you think? Fills you up tight and warm and so-so wet. Makes a mess a’ your cunt and a ruin ‘a your ass. -giggle- think it’ll leave you after? Out in the corn for somebody to find come morning. Or’ll it take ya? Back to wherever it came from, back to it fine little pack. And then they turns on ya, turn you in a pretty little pack bitch. “Please” -laugh- or maybe you already are. “Please”