Monstrum: Pollination - Part 3
By WintermuteX
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Previous stories:
Monstrum: Bitch
Monstrum: Broodmother
Monstrum: Filly
Monstrum: Submission
Tags:
Mg, gg+, bd, best, bi, inc, lesbian, magic, nc, oral, ped, preg,
rape, reluc, viol
Content:
Rape, Monster Rape, Sexual Slavery, Young Girls, Catgirls,
Lesbian, Magic/Fantasy, Violence, Bondage, Pedophilia, Pregnancy
~*~
It was dark and warm and the world writhed against her body. Fera looked
around in a panic. Squirming tentacle-like vines of different colors and
sizes filled her vision, moving on their own power. Green and blue and
purplish-pink, they all reached for her and curled around her waist,
displacing the small green flowered vines that had dragged her in. They
pulled her by the waist deeper into the hole, ignoring her screams and
wrapping her feet when she kicked frantically. All over her body the
greedy things twisted eagerly, squeezing her hips and thighs, curling
around her tiny breasts and tickling her nipples with their tips. They
were everywhere. They curled in her hair and fur, leaving trails of
slippery goop. She could feel them brushing up against her pussy,
seeking the wet warmth they found there, and others tapping at her
backdoor tentatively, making her sphincter shudder. It was a nightmare.
She opened her mouth to scream again, and a thick green-blue tentacle
jammed itself between her lips and wiggled straight down her throat like
a worm.
Coughing around the girth and trying to breath through her nose, Fera
felt herself dragged deeper. She was in a pockmarked cavity of
criss-crossing holes, and only a few thin rays of sunlight managed to
filter down through the porous Earth to illuminate her surroundings.
There were more vines twisting around her. Fera could make out hundreds
of them, all rooted in some unseen source below: some thin, some fat,
different colors, some leafy and others tipped with bulging phallic tips
that dripped fluid. They all explored their new prize as she struggled
helplessly.
She had read this in the pages of the Monstrum Factorum: Venoma Vines,
one of the sections she had skimmed. The little girl struggled but all
it seemed to do was excite the tentacles all around her. A delicate
white coil tickling her nose glistened with runny liquid, excreting a
floral-smelling fluid that filled her sinuses with a heady buzz. The
eager things explored every inch of the 12-year-old catgirl's slender
body - over her furry hips and thighs, squiggling into the tiny gap of
her navel, brushing her ears and snaking through her fur and hair and
coiling around her neck to rub sticky sludge on her cheeks. Her throat
vibrated with the motion of the thrusting tentacle in her mouth. It
pounded eagerly into her throat, desperately gaining a couple inches
into the warm tunnel, and sat there twisting energetically in her
esophagus. Slime built to a frothing mucus in her mouth and dribbled
down her lips. Fera began to choke.
With a popping sound, the thrusting tentacle in her mouth pulled out.
Fera coughed and gasped to catch her breath. She was immediately pulled
onto her back, and a brownish tentacle like a fleshy, animated tree
branch loomed in her face. The end split open in an X, and a collection
of tiny blue tendrils smaller than her fingers squeezed out. Fera shook
her head from side to side in horror, but more of the brown things were
already working all over her body, sliding along the smooth skin as if
seeking the right places, tendrils snaking out and tickling every tiny
crevice of the little girl's body.
She could catch a glimpse of it now, in the pit beneath her: the beating
core of this floral nightmare. A great, fleshy, bulb of leaf-like veins,
it pulsed slowly like a heart, silently guiding its many limbs in
exploration of Fera's naked body. It was mostly buried in the earth, a
monstrous seed with deep, rapacious roots.
The tiny blue tendrils covered her skin all over, setting it abuzz with
a fiery tingle. She shrieked and kicked. She tried to slap. She squirmed
and twisted like an acrobatic cat, but the tentacles were everywhere.
They seemed to enjoy her pitiful struggles, giving her just enough slack
just break free a single wrist or foot, then coiling around it again. It
was playing with her.
Abruptly she was flipped over onto her back. A single faint shaft of
light penetrated the darkness from high above her. She reached for it
instinctively, but the tentacles jerked her wrists behind her and went
to work. They writhed at her pussy, exploring the little folds of the
girl's tiny cunt, enjoying how her legs jerked with each tickle of the
shy red bud at the top. Fera couldn't help herself. She gushed wet
juices from the stimulation, from the squeezing and rubbing over every
curving inch of her body. It dripped down her crack to her asscheeks.
The tiny tendrils stuck to her skin, and she saw they had very tiny
barbs on them that helped them dig in as she struggled. It didn't hurt,
it just brought more of that tingling itch wherever they touched.
Her screams filled the writhing space, dying away before they could
reach the indifferent light far above. The smell was overpowering.
Scented pheromones radiated in the claustrophobic air, exciting her
inflamed body, bringing a flush to her neck and chest and more juices
dripping from her cunt. Tentacles coiled around her skull, squirming
against her face, brushing her nose and leaving behind pungent sludge
redolent with the aroma of raw sexual desire. They rubbed her neck,
caressed her back, tickled her anus teasingly, sending her senses into
overdrive. Twisting limbs, blocking her sight, wiggling on every inch of
her body, tickling her nipples, stimulating her cunt, potent floral
taste gumming in her mouth and sinuses, the sloshing sounds of wet goop,
of her own dwindling struggles - they all mixed with the terror racing
in her veins, short-circuiting her brain with a single primal bestial
urge. Her pussy lips flushed and quivered with reluctant arousal.
The tentacle vines sensed that the little girl was ready. Between the
gaps of the squirming vines she saw a vile purple appendage hovering at
the brink of her wet slit, a phallic mass of engorged flesh extruding
from the end, bristling with fleshy ridges and convolutions like a
throbbing fist. The sensation of warm goop followed the slow path it
traced down the crack of her pussy lips, sludge exciting a tingling
fervor wherever it touched and bringing a helpless moan to her lips.
Teasingly, it arrived at the sweet tunnel at the bottom, pulsing as if
pleased, as if to kiss the delicate labia it was slowly spreading open.
Fera shrieked and thrashed, caterwauling as tears filled her vision and
leaked down her cheeks to mix with the deposits of warm sludge. A little
girl could only take so much. Raped by wolves, raped by gorillas, the
ceaseless beat of powerful monster cocks raping her around the clock and
driving her to howling ecstasy again and again. Monsters had always
seemed some far away thing, a threat that powerful people like the mages
would handily dispatch if the creatures so much as showed their faces.
Fantasy. Easily dismissed. But Fera knew what Jacqueline was going
through even now, had picked up enough from that evil tome she carried
to know the thrusting fate of monster cocks she now delighted in.
Reality. Horsecocks in little girls. Spiders webbing and raping women
and girls of all ages, filling them with eggs. Trolls and Org and Ettu,
muscled bodies overpowering the frail teams of vulnerable girls
supposedly sent to stop them, then slamming bestial cocks into every
hole of their supple bodies until the rush from orgasm to orgasm became
the whole of their existence, a prison turned to paradise.
Not her. The pitiful mewling sounds she made as the purple plant cock
rubbed her hairless slit were her last protest, a final cry from deep in
her soul. She wanted that pulsing meat between her legs so bad. No, she
would rather die. She wanted the bliss she had felt from the wolf cum
erupting inside her, the Corpsum spitroasting her at both ends. She
cried, thinking of the poor little girl's stomach bulging from the rod
of horseflesh moving inside it. Bliss on the end of a bucking horsecock.
Spittle ran down her chin and she begged, to fuck her, to let her go, to
release her into pleasure before the dichotomy tore her mind apart.
The purple phallus squiggled against her tunnel and shoved inside in a
rush. Fera shrieked and curled her legs back in midair at the sudden
intrusion. Wiggling its slimy way inch by inch into her cunt, the filthy
thing massaged her pussy walls with an ecstatic rhythm that sent
toe-curling waves of pleasure up from her crotch. Goop from its slimy
surface pooled at her pussy lips as it slipped farther in, the mucus
collecting on her genitals and dripping in a rivulet down her naked
asscrack to drop into the darkness. The purple tentacle reached the
narrow bend where a girl was most sensitive, then slipped back and
thrust in again, beginning a bucking motion that rocked her body. The
hundreds of other tentacles lifted her pelvis up higher in midair, over
her head.
Waves of warm pleasure pounded up from the thrusting intruder and washed
over Fera's battered mind. Her hips bucked and her pelvis jolted in
midair, the purple plantcock slamming its entire length in and fucking
the tiny catgirl like a ragdoll. Her squeals and gasps were swallowed by
the walls of squirming tentacles in the tight space. Thrusting,
pounding, electrifying ecstasy crested into a rising current that swept
her last vestige of mental stability away.
White heat stoked into a mounting volcano in her belly that finally
erupted in a crackling shockwave. Her muscles seized, her arms jerked
and legs kicked, she screamed as the most wild and primal orgasm of her
life struck her brain like a lightning bolt. With a final slam, the
tentacled vine slammed home in her cunt, blunted end plastering against
her cervix and the meaty girth squeezing her trembling pussy walls until
she was sure they would burst. It was getting bigger, growing somehow.
The squirts of her own juices seemed to seep into the folds of the
thing, empowering it to grow even larger inside her. Warm, oily liquid
shot up into her womb, filling it to the brim and then backflowing to
seep out of her plugged pussy where it trickled down the crack of her
butt and collected in the fur at the base of her spine.
The tentacles struggled to still her thrashing limbs, coiling tighter
around her arms and legs, gripping the skin so wet with their own
secreted goop. Finally the surging climax began to wane, the bonfire
blaze burning out into a dull crackle radiating out from her genitals.
Fera hung suspended in midair, her young body spent, head hanging upside
down and face plastered with warm excretions and the saliva from her own
frenzied cries.
A sinuous, flowery stalk of white with a dripping, bulging stamen snaked
in front of Fera's face. She stared at it in astonishment. The phallic
extension was ridged all over with dripping nodules that leaked ichorous
fluid and made the firm surface gleam in the pale light, and a multitude
of smaller, thinner strands bristled in the air around the base. It
seemed almost delicate, a plantlike filament you would expect to find
inside a cluster of tightly-curled rose petals. The white, gooey girth
brushed up against Fera's cheek like a kiss and she felt the firm desire
of the engorged plant flesh. Instantly, the aroma sparked a wildfire in
her brain, a blinding blaze of animal passions that blotted out
everything but the frenzied, horny desire to be fucked, to have that
dripping ivory pole rammed inside her anywhere at all.
It was overwhelming. The tip nuzzled gently against her nose, spreading
sludge around her nostrils, and the fire in her brain doubled, then
trebled, a roaring inferno that consumed her every thought.
"Please!" She begged, panting wildly, scarcely able to catch her breath.
"Fuck me, please, get inside me." Her own voice buzzed with such
intensity that she scarcely recognized it. The pale vine with the
brilliant white phallus protruding from the end was the most beautiful,
most powerful thing she had ever seen. She stuck out her tongue and
managed to catch a dollop of the wondrous goo on the tip. It melted like
zesty cream and energized her tongue with a wild tingling.
The purple meat in her cunt had pulled back to the entrance of her
tunnel. The thousands of little blue tendrils on her back were a
writhing blanket, burrowing under her skin. Her senses were locked in
overdrive. She wanted it, needed it beyond anything she had ever known.
She opened her mouth to beg again, to plead, desperate with ravenous
desire for that lovely white rod with its dripping nodules, but it
slammed home in her mouth as soon as she opened it, plugging her cries.
If the tiny sample of white goo had been pure delight, having the
beautiful source in her mouth was an unrestrained paradise. Her sinuses
were set ablaze with ardent fire. Her brain sizzled in her skull. Sparks
flew across her vision. The white sludge seemed to seep into the soft
tissue of her mouth and short-circuit her brain, locking it into a
violent pulsing pleasure that matched the drumbeat of the thrusting
white girth in her mouth and the plantcock between her legs. Dimly, she
felt a tiny poke, and realized another tentacle was poking at her
twitching sphincter. After a tentative exploration, it wiggled its way
inside like a snake. Fera's shrieks caught on the muffling meat in her
mouth, which swelled up and battered the tiny hole of her throat in the
back. Both ends of the girl jerked in rhythm, tumescent plant phalluses
slamming her skull and pelvis in a crazed bucking rhythm. White heat
built up until the sudden tickling feeling of the warm intruder snaking
up the end of her digestive tract sent her over the edge and it exploded
like a nova in her brain.
Maelstroms of ecstasy ripped through the naked catgirl's mind without
end. Felis weren't shy. A kitten was helped by her sisters from the
moment she became curious about anything sexual, and she knew every way
a little girl could give pleasure to another. Being introduced to the
feel of a human cock inside her had been like discovering another
rapturous world entirely. But nothing, not the fingers of her sisters,
not the substantial manhood of the dark-skinned human she had met in
Perna, not Brutus' pounding red dogcock or the Rapewolf's prick or the
Corpsum's knobby meat had flooded her with the gale of animal passion
that battered her consciousness and smashed it like glass.
Fera's mind whirled in a euphoric tornado, passing from orgasm to
orgasm, each one barely beginning to taper before the white muck in her
mouth filled her brain with lightning haze and the pounding cocks in all
3 of her holes set her off again. They switched. They took turns. They
were endless. She was flipped over, held upright, held upside down with
blood pooling in her head, bent and twisted into every conceivable
position like a doll, and still the endless flood of tentacles drilled
into the little catgirl's naked body with wild abandon. Fluids covered
every inch of the 12-year-old's supple skin, trickling up or down her
belly as she was twisted, syrupy sludge dripping off her butt or thighs.
Time curled up and ceased to exist. Notions of the outside world blew
away on the climactic storms like smoke. Fera lived and died on the
pumping meridian that separated each orgasm from the next, begging
wordlessly if a tentacled vine left her cunt or anus even briefly,
holding her mouth wide open with her tongue stuck out if nothing was
filling it.
Spurting nodules left sluglike trails of florid semen as they rubbed.
Fleshy plant cocks spewed potent juices into every hole of her body, an
endless flood from the dripping ends of her lover's fingers. She knew he
was down there, could feel him, a buried, pulsing core of rapacious
desire for her. The little blue tendrils from the brown tentacles had
burrowed into her neck and back, crept under the skin everywhere,
painlessly. She didn't need her eyes to see anymore, didn't need her
ears to hear. Everything she needed was given to her by her lover, her
master. His cum fed her, watered her, nourished her completely when the
tentacles slipped into her throat and dumped their fluid into her
stomach. Just one of his many gifts, and how she loved him for them.
Everything she had to give, everything she was, was for him. Every
slippery vine-like tentacle stuffed in her orifices was another pounding
love letter delivered on the orgasmic tip of fleshy fuckmeat. She could
even feel his heartbeat, or what passed for it, pulsing through her body
and overriding her own.
Vaguely, she remembered how unhappy she had been, how many times the
stray little catgirl had been wrung out and held down and fucked
senseless by a cruel world. No more. All she needed was here in this
dank crevice, safe and moist and happy with all of her lover's fluids
watering her body.
~*~
He was preparing her, and she loved him for it. How many weeks had it
been? Pointless musings. Another orgasm flooded through her from the fat
red tentacle pounding away at her cunt, and she felt the tingling itch
deep inside of it doing its job so well.
They were together now. There was no way to tell where the blue tendrils
left off and the little naked girl began. One body, connected, two
pieces of a whole. His pleasure was hers was his, an endless feedback
loop of euphoria aligned with a single purpose. She could feel the
thrusting fuckmeat from both sides, both the trembling waves of
delightful friction in her cunt and the erect flesh pounding against it.
Every connected nerve of their shared body flashed with the lightning
pleasure of their endless, shared climax.
The gushing juice from her pussy fed him, fed them both, and his fluids
were slowly working their purpose deep inside her. It was almost time.
Another hot rush of dark fluid spurted up inside in her womb. The red
tentacle throbbed and pulsed then finally went limp and slipped from her
cunt, flesh still quivering with excitement. Fera loved it, loved him
and every one of the plantcocks he used on her. She knew them all, knew
them so well, better than her own body. The purple one slithered up and
coiled around her neck, then nuzzled her lips. She gave it a loving
kiss. The cum from this one built elasticity of her muscles wherever it
touched. It had worked tirelessly to widen her pussy for what was to
come.
A virulent green-blue tentacle wormed in and pushed at her mouth. She
opened wide to invite it in. This was how he fed her. A ring of
testicle-like bladders around the protruding base held her master's
liquid gifts. She puffed her cheeks and worked her mouth, eagerly
sucking on the erect pole until the swelling flesh slammed her skull
back violently, pressing against the back of her throat, and erupted
into a geyser of honeyed fluids that filled her mouth and poured down
her throat like a waterfall. Delicious. The virile seed of her master
brought a flowery, earthy taste underscored with the salty tang of
semen. Her head was held back, throat arched, visibly swallowing, until
each sack spent itself and all that was left was a ring of wrinkly,
deflated pouches. Finally it slipped out of her mouth, leaving a
mouthful of tar-like slime behind. Fera licked her lips, trying not to
spill a drop of his gift.
The fat red tentacle had been in her pussy more and more lately, and she
had no need to wonder why. When it slammed up against her cervix and was
on the verge of cumming, a multitude of little tendrils would emerge,
coated with itchy liquid. The goop treated the flesh of her cervix,
loosening and widening it, and the flood of dark semen that gushed in
shortly afterwards bathed her womb in special fluid, black batter that
seeped up her Fallopian tubes and sought out her ovaries. The tentacles
held her upside down, hours at a time, letting her insides soak, slowly
transmuting the little girl's barely-mature reproductive organs to a
better purpose: to bear his young. Fera rejoiced when the itchy
sensations brought each new wave of orgasms, knowing the heat in her
belly was the sign of her old parts dying away. Her ability to have
Felis children, she didn't need it anymore. All Fera wanted was to bear
her master's seed, to have her body be plowed, sowed, then reaped.
Twisting sensations in her colon sent shivers down her thighs. The
virulent orange tentacle, buried deep in her anus, always probing her
insides. Through it, her master sampled her body, testing its health,
its progress, making sure she was ok. He loved her so much. She felt his
hot rush of passion through the network of blue filaments threaded so
tightly into her skin. The brown tentacles, opening at their ends to
expose the dozens of deep blue tendrils like tiny worms - they had done
their job quickly. Burrowing under her skin, they released pheromones
and hormones, taking away her pain even as they coiled around her
nervous system and joined with her.
And her favorite: the white one, a bulging rod of fleshy plant matter
with stubby nodules all along its immense girth. Its secretions were her
aphrodisiac, a mind-shattering elixir that swept everything away before
the wave of raw animal passion. The tentacle oozed across her wet belly.
Was it going to fuck her? The heat in her body felt...different today,
more complete, a blazing fever ready to burn itself out. Something was
different.
Fera squirmed and mewled with glee when the tentacles pulled her body
farther down into the crevice. So many weeks of ecstatically drinking
her master's semen, of cumming on his many pounding cocks, of feeling
each kind of fluid working its slow change on his body - finally she was
ready! The intensity of her master's love increased a thousandfold, fed
into her body in lightning flashes from the connecting nerves. She was
pulled down into the tight space where he lurked, and finally, cat eyes
gleaming in the darkness, she was able to behold the exposed part of his
true body.
The fleshy curve protruded from the earth, a hemisphere of diseased,
sickly-looking flesh and roots, like an orchid bulb crossed with a
rotting heart. He was so beautiful. The powerful florid stench filled
her sinuses with ravenous buzzing. She was so close. She was so ready!
His baby, she wanted it so badly, yearned for the feeling of life
swelling up inside her like nothing else. Since the day she had left her
village, that had been all that she desired. And now, her mate was going
to give it to her.
Her body was drawn right up to the veiny, throbbing flesh. Its heartbeat
pulsed in time with her own. She tried to reach out, to embrace him,
show him how much she loved him for finally showing her the vulnerable
core of himself, but the tentacles tightened and pulled her arms and
legs behind her back, trussing the girl up tightly. From a dank crack in
the core, a clear, gelatinous tentacle slithered out like an eel. This
was his most precious gift. He would plant his seed in her, and it would
flower and grow into the offspring she had yearned for.
The slimy appendage oozed closer, coiling up her leg, leaving slug-like
runners of mucus in its wake. Fera's brain buzzed with anticipation of
the ecstasy her master was about to give her. Her pussy itched, raw,
throbbing inside, an aching torment that she couldn't reach with her
hands trussed behind her back. A pair of brown tentacles around her
thighs coiled tighter and their ends crept right up to the edges of her
hairless pussy lips. They parted on the ends, petals bending open like
blooming flowers, and tiny hosts of blue tendrils wormed out. They
wiggled and pulled her pussy lips wide open, then sunk into the soft
flesh at the edges. Lightning flickers shocked Fera's pelvis, muscles
jolting in thready twinges of pain that dulled immediately and were
replaced by a growing beat of passion. She wiggled. She squirmed. Her
ears and tail froze in rigid shock and she cried out from the depths of
this dank hole beneath the earth, writhing in need.
It was touching her lips now, the clear tip rubbing syrupy sludge over
the heated surface of her genitals. So many ways to drive her to a
passionate frenzy, so many wonderful tentacles to burrow deep into her
holes and show how much he loved her, and this was his most special. The
tip poked between her lips, testing her warmth, and then slipped into
her tunnel.
Wild bursts of passion exploded in her body. The tentacle buried itself
inside, then pulled out, slamming eagerly in again. Her pussy was held
wide open by the burrowing blue tendrils, helping the fat, clear
appendage fit into the gap between the 12-year-old's legs. Fera's squeal
was cut off as a tentacle forced itself into her mouth and burrowed into
her throat, and her colon vibrated with the excited squiggling of her
anal companion.
The nerves of her quaking pussy walls slammed into overdrive, driven by
the gale of pleasure emanating from the blue tendrils sunk in her flesh.
Pounding excitement slammed home in her pussy, her lover enjoying her
body to its utmost. The clear tentacle swelled up, engorging and
stretching her battered pussy to its limit. Fera drifted between waves
of overwhelming orgasm like wreckage in a storm. Nothing in her short
life could have prepared her for the violent hurricane of euphoria that
smashed against her consciousness. It welled up, and she managed to
force her tearful eyes open to witness the precious moment.
Pussy held wide open, the writhing clear tentacle buried itself as
deeply inside her as possible. A walnut-sized lump of ovoid flesh
squeezed into the clear tunnel in the center of the tentacle: a seed,
pressed down by gelatinous contractions, worming its way closer until
the swelling lump reached her pussy lips. It was big, too big, but the
clear walls squeezed visibly and by some miracle the lump passed her
pussy lips and popped into the spasming cyclone of her pussy.
His seed was finally inside her. Fera would have screamed with joy, if
she could have remembered how. Instead, she was swept helplessly along
by the current of her endless climax. The lump moved unbearably slowly
inside her, gaining an inch, then another. Her pelvis felt like it would
burst from the pressure. The fist-sized intruder finally reached her
core, pressing up against her cervix, and with a final rush that
catapulted her brain into the stratosphere of a wild orgasm, the firm
sensation thrust up into her womb beyond where she could feel it.
Pleasure cut her consciousness to ribbons, body twisting in the grip of
the tentacles, mouth, anus, and pussy alternating with ecstatic
detonations of climactic bliss. Fera drifted in a paradise, body aflame
with the overwhelming wash of hormones from her lover's careful
preparation. It lasted forever, endless. Coiling rolls of flesh squeezed
her all over, goopy fluids rubbed between her thighs, on her chest and
lips, dribbling down her neck, her tingling buttocks, dripping into the
darkness below where her lover lay. Time ceased to exist. Her master
fucked his pregnant little toy to sweet oblivion, orgasms echoing
through the fused nerves, rebounding, amplified through the primal
connection of their bodies.
Tears welled in her eyes. It was every dream she ever had, all come true
on the pounding ends of thrusting tentacles jerking in every hole in her
body. His seed was inside her, his precious gift, the child she had
sought for so long. Already she could feel the heat in her body, could
imagine the swell of her belly as it grew inside her. Fera had never
even thought of a son, expecting that she would bear a Felis daughter
like her race always did, but now that warm life grew inside her, she
could hardly conceive of anything else. Fera was finally going to be a
Mommy.
~*~
Cool air flooded her skin for the first time in an eternity. A dim
instinct flickered through Fera's brain, and she moaned, ears twitching
as the shards of her shattered consciousness began to reassemble.
Leafy softness on her back. Something sticky. She was covered in it. She
rolled over with a groan, and the plants stuck to her. She brushed them
away and sat up.
Shafts of light beamed down from the forest canopy far above. She was on
a bed of soil, hidden by the tangled undergrowth of vines and bushes.
Holding her head against the dizziness, Fera got to her feet, then
stumbled to the side against a trunk.
She was naked with a thick, gooey syrup spreading in the space between
her thighs. No, it was everywhere. It covered her skin in a slick sheen
and glossed her fur to a shine. Her lover's juice. Where was he? Already
she missed him, her heart aching desperately. She looked around. No way
to tell where he was, but her lingering mental connection told her all
she needed to know. Looking down, she gently kneaded her belly, feeling
the lump inside. Pregnant, at last. Fera would miss her lover terribly,
but he had given her what she needed to be happy. Her son would grow
rapidly inside her until the day came for his birth. Feeling her cunt
gingerly with her fingers, Fera felt a thick growth inside, a membrane
stretched across her tunnel like a hymen. Her lover had sealed her up,
plugging her womb to keep their baby safe. So thoughtful. No other cocks
would be able to invade her space and threaten the child growing inside.
But without her master's fluid filling her stomach, she'd need food and
water, to keep herself and her baby strong. Picking a direction and
setting out, she came to the edge of the forest by midday and looked out
over a valley: Jehth'a, the Southern border. This valley meandered until
it widened around the river farther North. Fera knew it, knew she could
find her way from here.
She began walking. Her mind was a green daze, with only disjointed
memories of the past month. Flowery growths, thrusting into her, fleshy
tentacles. Her lover, his absence a dull ache in her heart. A dim echo
of something lurked in the back of her mind, something she should have
done, but it didn't seem important now. She dismissed the thought. Now
that she was pregnant, her mandate was to return to her village. The
seed growing inside of her was the one thing she was sure of.
There were itchy holes all over her body, like large pores in her skin,
but they seemed to be closing already. She walked until midday, finding
a burbling stream and a bush of purple berries. The cold water washed
away the slime from her naked skin, and she rinsed her fur and groomed
until she was clean. Clean, but still naked, yet the chill couldn't
touch the heat deep inside her belly. She rested a hand on her stomach:
was it bigger already? It felt like it. A tiny quiver vibrated under her
touch. A kick? Already? The thrill of excitement raced through her body,
knowing that the life in her womb was strong and healthy.
Two days passed, as Fera followed the stream up the valley, crossing
where it forked with the river and eventually finding the winding path
that scaled up into the hills. Two days, with dew freezing to her fur as
she walked through the icy night air, shivering, aching, with a strange
hunger spurring her on, one that she suspected had nothing to do with
her actual stomach. The terrain under her feet turned familiar. She had
run through this wilderness so many times as a kitten, following scents
along the forest paths and climbing trees with her friends.
Almost there. Her breath misted in front of her as the morning sun
dipped below the horizon, taking the warmth of the day with it. Her feet
were scratched and stung by the rocks. Her ears and tail drooped
miserably, and she rubbed warmth desperately into the fur on her arms.
One foot in front of the other, automatic, her dim mind hazy with
fatigue and a growing delirium as the path stretched on for miles.
"Fera!" The surprised yelp came from above. A lithe, feline shape
twisted gracefully off the branch, swung her body around another on the
way down, and landed gracefully on her feet in front of Fera, skirt and
long shawl flaring out in the air.
"Cif..Cif..." Fera mumbled. Incoherent. Cold. Hungry. Her baby. They all
jumbled up in her head and then were washed away as a flood of darkness
overtook her.
~*~
The clean wooden ceiling overhead seemed to defy reality after countless
days spent in darkness looking up at the faint light filtering through
the cracks in the forest floor. Fera blinked uncomprehendingly, then sat
up. The cool satin sheet slipped down her chest and pooled on the bed,
revealing her modestly swollen breasts and the enormous paunch of her
belly. It all came back in a rush: the long, aching march through the
forest, fingers and toes threatening to freeze off, being found by Ciffa
before collapsing numb in her arms, vague recollections of her sisters
bringing her to her own house and laying her in bed before departing
with a promise to send Serena around to check on her the next day.
She spotted the bowl of soup on the little round endtable by her bed and
tested it with a finger: cold. So Serena hadn't come by yet to check on
her. It was still early, judging by the pale light beaming through the
slats of the shutters. The midwife had a motherly approach to everyone
in the village. At 30 years of age, she had seen most of them delivered
as kittens, and treated everyone equally with a kind but slightly
patronizing demeanor as though she couldn't help but always see them as
the mewling babes they had been.
Ignoring the soup, she rolled herself over on the bed with some
difficulty and got her feet on the floor. She didn't feel hungry. Her
body hummed with an oozing feeling of satiation, as though the life
swelling in her belly provided some kind of subtle sustenance. She could
feel it, feel him, growing silently deep inside when she placed her
hands on the obscene curve of her stomach. He would be huge, compared to
the tiny girl kittens the Felis normally bore. The enormous bulge almost
tripled her size around the waist - an ungainly burden on the slender
frame of the 12-year-old catgirl. Gingerly, she hefted herself to her
feet. She didn't mind. Her baby boy would be big and healthy - and she
had a feeling he would have an appetite to match.
Fera managed to pull on a loose smock and pad out to the tiny front room
of her modest house just in time to hear the rapping on the front door.
She turned to answer it, slowly, holding her belly with one hand, but
found Serena already letting herself in.
"Fera! So good to see you child. Sit! Sit." The older Felis was a
luscious maroon-furred beauty with long hair and a motherly smile. "Come
now. A girl in your condition shouldn't be walking about so."
Fera obliged the woman's imperious gestures and sat down slowly into her
chair. It did feel good to sit, to take the weight off. She leaned back
and looked out the window while Serena fussed about the small room, tail
twitching, setting a pot to boil and unloading a basket of food and
sundries onto the table.
Fera's house was little more than a sturdy hut - cozy, but barely big
enough for 2. Felis didn't believe in building large. It was nestled on
a huge root at the base of one of the enormous great-trees that filled
the forests of Fera's homelands. They were sacred, these ancient trees.
A dozen spans around their massive trunks, with profusions of deep roots
that dug into the earth and stretched for miles. Felis loved their
trees, but they certainly didn't live in them like some humans thought.
The sight of the familiar forest floor outside her window filled Fera
with calm satisfaction. She would have preferred to stay with her lover,
but it was still good to be home. Serena bustled about, wiping away some
of the dust of Fera's long absence from the counter before she finished
unloading. After hanging a few fresh herbs to dry from the ceiling, she
turned her attention to Fera.
"Now then! Let's have a look at you girl." She beckoned Fera to lean
back farther and pull up her smock, then kneeled in front of her to take
a look at her belly.
"My my," she whistled impressively. "This is quite an...expansive
condition you have got yourself into my dear. Did you have any trouble
with the men outside?" The older woman smiled knowingly, almost
lecherously.
"I uh...no." Fera didn't know where she could have possibly begun, and
she felt she didn't want to talk anyway, about the many men she had met,
about Stephan, about the dog, about being gangraped in an alley
and...and Jacqueline. Serena was absorbed in feeling her belly and
missed the flash of emotion on her face.
"Shame. The trouble you can get into with men is half the fun." Serena's
smile was coy. "You DID manage to have plenty of fun, right? Meet plenty
of men? A little girl your age, 12, well, the world outside should be
your plaything."
"Y-yes." Fera nodded slowly.
"Six times. That's how many times I've been out, you know. And six
wonderful kittens to show for it." Serena ran a hand affectionately over
the mass of Fera's belly. "I was never this big though. I don't think
I've ever seen anyone THIS big, Fera. You'll probably have twins, or
triplets - I have an herb that can help us tell. It must have been quite
a man who put these inside you - either that or you've been fooling
around with a horse."
Fera almost choked, but she managed a crooked smile when Serana looked
up.
"Oh, never mind Fera. Silly me, forgetting how shy you little girls can
be about such things." Serana's ears drooped apologetically. "Sorry.
Let's have a listen."
She planted both hands on the strained skin of Fera's belly and pressed
her ear down to it. Fera knew she would hear the heartbeat inside. She
could feel the rhythm of her baby's life pulsing along with her own, a
vigorous, florid essence that sometimes left a salty tang on the back of
her tongue.
"Hmm, I only hear one heartbeat, but the Tanarine will tell us for sure.
Now then. Any pains? Any swelling in your feet?"
Fera talked with the woman and listened when she explained which herbs
to take for pains and which for sleep, and which she should take every
day to ensure a strong kitten and an easy birth. Useless, probably, but
the midwife knew her herbs well, so Fera pretended to listen patiently.
Her baby was already healthy and strong. He didn't need any lesser
plants, didn't need Felis medicine, didn't need anything other than the
warm womb of his mother's body to nurse him. Finally, the older woman
was satisfied that Fera was in good health and had everything she
needed.
"Ok dear. Get some rest. Stay off your feet. I mean it." Serana embraced
Fera and then stood up to leave. "I'll check in on you at the same time
tomorrow."
Fera doffed her clothes and crawled back into bed after the woman left.
She felt hot, as though a fever was running through her veins, but she
knew she wasn't sick. A faint quivering of anticipation burned deep
inside. Her baby was almost here, almost ready to bloom, and she was
ready for him.
~*~
The crash of thunder ripped Fera out of her sleep. Her hands flew to her
belly, chasing the fading streak of pain from deep inside. The inky
blackness outside the window flickered with fitful flashes of lightning,
followed quickly by more peals of thunder. Her swollen belly quivered
under her hands, and suddenly another contraction tore painfully through
her pelvis.
She threw back the sheets. Her dreams had been filled with ravenous
hunger: sweet, tender little bodies, bound tightly, struggling, slippery
holes filled with pounding flesh. The vision had engrossed her mind, a
rapturous landscape of every girl from her village caught up in a
writhing web of tentacled ecstasy. Her baby's hunger was boiling over
into her brain even now, a flaring ache that pulsed in time with the
fresh contraction tearing at her belly.
Grimacing, she brushed aside the sheet that cordoned off her tiny
sleeping area and staggered out, naked, an arm cupped around her massive
belly. Faint stirrings writhed beneath the surface of its straining
flesh, her baby trembling in anticipation of his new life. The next
flare of pain blinded her, and she swooned against the table, gasping,
toppling a dish to shatter on the floor. The pain subsided quickly,
followed by a mounting echo of swollen pleasure from deep in her gut, a
heady rush of raw sexual bliss like being fucked for the first time by
the biggest cock she could imagine. The darkness of the window was in
front of her when her vision cleared. Clouds swirled above the treetops
as the storm raged far overhead, illuminated by brilliant flashes that
brought more thunder booming down on her. The pounding tempo from the
sky matched the ache that flared out from her groin and throbbed in her
veins. The taste of iron and blood lingered on the back of her tongue.
Her eyes scanned the room. There. She let the pain pass, then strode
across the room. Her fingers trembled as she pulled the bolt open and
flung open the iron hatch.
This had been her cellar when she moved in, and still would have been,
if the earth had held. But the shifting growth of the great-tree's roots
over time had punctured the space and eroded the soil until the hatch
simply opened into a dark cavity underneath her house. She peered down,
slitted eyes adjusting quickly to the darkness. A network of large roots
could be seen descending into the gloom several feet down.
Soil. That was what she needed. Fresh earth to birth and plant her baby.
Holding her stomach gingerly, she sat on the lip of the hatch and felt
tentatively with her feet until they found purchase on the largest of
the roots. More of them were below, a tangled network of earthy-smelling
tendrils that twisted chaotically, leaving gaps between them. Fera
stepped down to another root. The crevices yawned open beneath her,
descending further into the darkness. The ground had entirely eroded
during the year she had been gone, leaving just the roots winding
through empty space.
With catlike balance she slid and shimmied down the rough surfaces,
squeezing herself and her belly through the narrow gaps, pausing with
each contraction. They were still far apart, but getting closer every
minute. She had to hurry. Fera brushed aside a web of tiny, brittle
tendrils and slithered around a trunk-like protrusion, burrowing farther
into the earth. She must be over a dozen feet down, she figured. Looking
up, only the faintest flickers of light from the lamp in her house were
visible, but Fera's eyes didn't need help to see in the dark.
Another contraction. She paused, hugging a thick root, gasping as her
stomach twisted itself inside out. So close now. The twisted cavity
smelled of dank moss and loam. She reached out and touched soil. Rich,
moist. Perfect. The damp surface was like a cool balm on her back as she
lay down. The spasms wrung her muscles and then were quickly drowned by
a rush of swelling pleasure from her cunt. Fera gasped and held her
belly. She could feel her pussy flushed and gaping wide open in the
darkness.
Fera panted and gasped in the darkness of the pit, tail curling tightly
with each fresh contraction. They were coming so much faster! Clenching
muscles strained themselves to breaking and then exploded with pleasure
as her first orgasm washed through her. How many days had she spent with
her lover in a hole just like this, that beautiful monster that had
raped her endlessly, fucking her tiny, screaming, 12-year-old boy to the
heights of mind-shattering ecstasy again and again. Slippery tentacles,
holding her tight as she struggled and writhed, preparing her, bathing
her insides with the special juices needed to transform her and make her
womb suitable for sowing his seed.
And now his gift trembled eagerly in her belly. Fera howled when her
stomach twisted and she finally felt something shift. Like a hard pit,
the mass inside began to slide, slowly, agonizingly, an inch of
squeezing pain at a time. She bore down with all her might, grunting
through the waves of pain, then collapsed back on the earth when they
subsided, chest heaving, tears filling her eyes and gasping pitifully as
heady rushes of pleasure racked her body and pushed her to sudden
climax. She had helped midwife before - all the girls helped in some
way, when a new kitten was due, so she had expected pain, but she had
never imagined her birth would be such ecstasy, that the sweet monstrous
seed planted in her body would wash her in orgasm after orgasm as it
slid slowly down her vaginal canal. It was like being fucked for the
first time again, like being stretched beyond her limit. He was so big
inside her, like a monstrous horse, stretching her quivering little cunt
to its absolute limit. Another pang, another spasm, another tiny shift,
and a gush of pleasure. Fera's mind whirled between twin storms of pain
and rapture. Maybe this was what that tender little 8-year-old had felt,
as her miniscule pussy was impaled on Centaurum horsecock for the first
time: a pounding euphoria that swept everything away, a straining
fullness beyond description.
The contractions were so close together now. Each blinding squeeze
brought a ripping pain that was rapidly overwhelmed by an eruption of
ecstasy. Fera orgasmed again, hard, naked body writhing in the dirt,
squealing with catlike passion as she bore down. He was moving. The mass
was slowly pushing down her birth canal.
"Hnnnnnnnggggh!" She squeezed until it felt like her muscles would
burst, every fiber straining to the limit. Abruptly it let up and she
rested back on the soil, panting for air. Just a few more. Her baby was
almost here. The next contraction came suddenly, her body clenching
wildly, and with a final push she felt the hard mass rush out followed
by a well of dark fluids.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggh!" Fera's cry dwindled to a long groan of
satisfaction. The pain was already subsiding. She felt around gently in
the dark, arms coating with sticky fluid, until she found her son. He
was a shriveled, fleshy mass the size of a grapefruit, pulsing feebly in
her hands. She cooed and wiped away the fluids, feeling the tiny
bristles all over the walnut-like skin that had caused such an itch
inside her. They already seemed to be falling off.
"Oh baby, sweet baby," she cuddled the thing to her naked breasts.
Rounded like an egg, it had a pair of delicate lips running along one
side which were already parting. A trio of tiny tentacles poked their
way out, probing the new world and brushing up against Fera's skin until
they found the erect nubs of her nipples. She laughed with delight. Such
a good boy. Just out of the womb and he already knew what to do. The
perfect seed. She brought him up for a kiss. The gooey flesh was already
drying out on its own, but enough was left to leave dripping runners of
slime on Fera's lips. Such an angel.
A flicker of stray light from far above caught crossed his body as she
held him up, and a little squall of protest came from inside the tiny
creature's parted lips. Quickly, she pulled him to her chest and wrapped
him in her arms to protect him. No light, at least not yet. The core of
her newborn child was a fragile thing. She would need to plant him right
away. The soft soil of the pit was ideal. But first, first she had to
feed him. The adorable baby tentacles coiling on her flat breasts didn't
drink milk. They needed a different kind of fluid from her.
Leaning back and getting comfortable on the dirt, Fera lowered her baby
and pressed him up against her aching crotch. The little plant-like
nugget seemed to grow excited, its pulse visibly accelerating as it
reached out to probe its mother's vagina. Tiny tentacles slipped gooey
trails over her flushing pussy lips, and Fera jerked when one found her
clit. The gentle touch of her son brought arousal gushing into her groin
and thighs. She was still sore, but the pain had faded rapidly. She
spread her legs wider to welcome him in.
"Come on baby," she panted. "Come get what you need." The little lips on
the side of the bulb opened slightly wider, a few more inches of the
vulnerable tentacles slipping out to probe the warm tunnel it had found.
It was a moment special beyond words. The first time her son had touched
her, the first time he would make love to her, the first time he would
fuck her and drink her juices.
She had read the entry for Venoma Vines in the Monstrum Factorum, but
now she knew more firsthand than would ever be in the book. Connected to
her lover for weeks by the millions of tiny connections in her brainstem
and spine, he had sung sweet melodies to her even as he plundered her
body. Pussy juice: that was what her lover had craved, what her baby boy
needed to thrive. Little girl pussy juice, the sweet floods of nectar
from a naked little prepubescent body writhing in ecstasy. The younger
the better. She could feel his need like her own.
Instinct guided the probing appendages, and they slithered in and
squirmed up into the channel with a rapidity that brought a gasp to
Fera's mouth. He was hungry. She cupped him close with her hands, and he
didn't disappoint her. The rubbing digits massaged her inflamed pussy
walls, stoking waves of pleasure that rushed up her aching belly to her
chest. The seed gave a tiny squall of pleasure, and the phallic ends of
his limbs began to grow. He was getting stiff for mommy. She was so
proud that she could make his first time special.
Slowly, instinctively, a pair of the wormlike vines slithered out of her
pussy and wrapped themselves around her thighs, getting a grip,
positioning him up against her cunt with a brown tentacle poised at the
entrance. It was swelling even larger, hungry for its mother's cunt, for
the pleasure and nourishing liquid it would find inside. The sore
feeling in Fera's cunt was already being replaced by a pounding ache of
urgency.
Mewling cries escaped her throat when her child first pushed up inside
her, probing the moist tunnel it had emerged from minutes earlier. Her
ears and nipples stiffened, both bristling in the air. Her baby boy, the
lovely child that she had longed for, clung tightly to her crotch with
tentacles gripping her thighs fiercely as the fleshy prick pushed
farther inside.
"Eeeeummmphhh!" Her breath rose to a wordless catlike squeal at the
first pump. The bristling seed pushed her legs for leverage, pulling its
cock out, then shoving it back inside. Not even an hour old, and already
he could fuck Mommy like a pro. Fera's hands alternated between cuddling
the throbbing baby at her crotch and brushing her own stomach and tiny
breasts, feeling the slippery fluids of birth on her deflated belly.
Passion roiled through her body, steaming into bubbling waves that came
out as desperate panting. Thump, thump, her baby picked up a rhythm,
slapping the tiny cock inside her, clearly enjoying the squeezing warmth
of the body that had given it life. Wiggling her hips, arching her back,
Fera cried out and bucked her hips. She couldn't help it. The brown tube
was swelling up massively inside her, feeding on the juice flowing from
her pussy walls. Already her baby was pumping harder, fucking her cunt
with a hungry vigor as it harvested her fluid.
Beating passion rose up and crested into wild explosions of pleasure in
Fera as her climax raced through her body. The cock throbbed even
tighter inside of her. The fleshy lump of her son slapped up against her
pelvis with abandon, making a high-pitched squeal of delight that was
almost inaudible. Ecstasy writhed in her gut and her muscles clamped
around the wormlike tentacle as it thrust inward and finally buried
itself deep against the aching gate of her womb. She felt the greasy
fluid sputter from the end and shoot up inside her, bringing the
sensations of syrupy warmth and pleasing fullness inside. Shuddering
with pleasure, her baby shot his seed right back into the body that had
birthed him, filling her womb with liquid joy.
Fera lolled helplessly when her orgasm finally receded. She caressed the
wrinkled flesh locked against her crotch, cooing happily. Her sisters
had always told her that being a Mom was wonderful, but she had never
expected such bliss, such passionate fulfilment of motherhood. Her baby
was so adorable, quivering against her pussy like that.
"Are you done sweetie?" She rubbed his skin in the darkness, feeling
fleshy contractions under the surface. Had he fed enough? He'd need lots
of her pussy juice to keep growing, but he seemed sated now. She reached
down to see if she could gently pull him off. She had to kiss him, had
to taste the liquid oozing from his tentacles and dripping from his
cock. Every mother longed for the feeling of her newborn against her
lips and breasts.
A tentacle slapped her hand away angrily when she pulled. The nervous
quivering vibrated upwards, telling her that he was happy where he was,
with his little baby cock stuffed in his mother. She let him be and laid
exhausted on the uneven soil, mind still reeling from the pain and
pleasure of her childbirth and subsequent copulation.
Twice more her baby began to pound away in her cunt, humping madly until
more warm fluid spurted up inside her. Fera thrashed her way through the
multiple climaxes. Her baby's cum seeped out of her pussy in sticky
globs, congealing into a viscous sludge of dark fluid that stuck between
her buttcheeks and formed a goopy puddle underneath her rear. Hazy
daydreams filled Fera's head between bouts of pleasure: she was already
prepared, her womb and ovaries primed for planting. How soon could her
baby give her a baby? His instincts worked perfectly, fucking the first
cunt it met with abandon. Was he fertile yet? Was the semen pooling
inside her womb already impregnating her again? The thrill buzzed in her
stomach. The Monstrum Factorum hadn't mentioned how long it took Venoma
Vines to mature, but her instincts told her they grew fast.
With a shudder, her baby boy's cock slipped from her pussy. It was
larger than when it had gone in - he was larger. He had slurped the
juice from her cunt and grown rapidly, but now he needed rest. The
wiggling vines loosened around her thighs, and she sat up and picked him
up to cuddle against her flat breasts, murmuring a lullaby. The dirt
here in the pit was soft - a bastion of rich Earth for her child to
flourish in. She dug deeper into the brown surface, scooping soil with
one hand and holding her child with the other. Eventually she had carved
out a head-sized indentation, and she laid her baby gently inside it. A
perfect fit. She covered him partly with loose soil, leaving the lipped
opening exposed. Tentacles wrapped lovingly around her fingers and
wrists, slack and sleepy.
Fera curled up in the dirt next to the mound. Her naked 12-year-old body
was covered all over with dirt and vile filth, her fur was a haphazard
mess of tangles and gunky deposits. Her pussy ached raw and her waist
and crotch were a mess of drying bodily fluids, caked on as if she had
been splattered with a hose.
And she had never been happier. Fera had her baby at last.
~*~
Thirst. It pulsed from a blinding headache. Desperate. Ravenous. The
shock lurched her awake. Her throat felt parched, drier than it had ever
been.
From the tiny amount of light visible overhead, she could see that her
baby had sunk deep into the soil next to her. He had grown even more -
over a dozen tentacles emerged from the gap, most as big as her arm.
They quested along the dirt floor, touching her body in intimate places,
and she felt rather than heard the mournful plea of his appetite.
She sat up and got on her knees, straddling the dank crevice, and pulled
her pussy lips wide apart.
"Come on baby," she panted, her body already heating with desire. "Have
a drink."
Her baby boy proved an even more passionate lover than before, massaging
her body to the brink of climax before digging eagerly into her cunt. He
was strong now, too. The mass of tentacles wrapped her wrists and yanked
them behind her, arching her back and drawing a squeal of pleasure. A
slippery appendage wrapped around her neck and cinched tight, choking
her breath and yanking her head to the floor, thrusting her pussy into
the air. Strong. She was so proud. Fluids gushed from her crotch and the
thrusting tentacles eagerly soaked them up like a sponge, but as she
came down from her third orgasm and the tentacles drooped limply to the
floor, exhausted, she realized it wasn't enough.
Her baby needed more. More cunt juice from little girls. She was a good
mother, but her tiny body could only provide so much. A growing plant
needed ample watering. She'd have to find him more nourishment. She had
to provide for her child above all else.
She kissed the wiggling ends of his slippery brown tentacles and licked
the ends clean, enjoying the tasty mix of his salty goop blended with
juices from her own insides. It was the taste of a mother and her son's
love for each other. Once he was clean, she crawled slowly upwards
through the thick system of roots until she could wiggle up out of the
hatch and into the main room of her house. Morning sun had flooded the
forest outside the window. It was a perfect day.
Fera felt alive, happy, buzzing with satisfaction and horny energy and
with more purpose than she had had in years. The hunger still burned in
the back of her mind though, sizzling in her nerve endings, communicated
through her intimate bond to her wonderful baby boy. Feeling wobbly, she
looked down at herself.
This wouldn't do. As much as she would have loved to walk into broad
daylight with the juicy evidence of her son's birth and passion on her,
it wouldn't do at all. Red and yellow fluid had coated her thighs and
caked in her fur, and dark semen dripped from her pussy. Her breasts and
deflated belly were caked with the syrupy sludge that her baby had been
covered with when he came out.
Regretfully, she went to the little shower in the back of the house and
pulled the lever. Cold water cascaded down, and Fera washed her skin and
groomed her fur to a neat shine. Crusted cum ringed her ears so she
washed it away, and she pulled her tail around to squeeze the grime from
it. She felt better when she was done, fresh and clean and ready to be
defiled again, but as much as she longed to go down and make love to her
baby, she resisted. Instead she rummaged through her closet and picked a
dress of brown fabric and sewn leather. She pulled it on over her head
and smoothed it over her hips. The top hung loose on one side, leaving a
shoulder bare, and the front had a wide cutout that showed off her bare
midriff.
She flourished the skirt as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her
pregnancy hadn't had the slightest effect on her belly - it was just as
trim and tight as it had always been, and the dress still looked amazing
on her. Maybe her baby would like see her in it, or maybe he would just
enjoy ripping it off of her before wrapping his limbs around his Mommy
and...
Her pussy itched fiercely again, but she ignored it. Had to find him
something to drink. Something succulent. Something tender and young. The
appetite burned its reminder in the back of her mind.
The cool breeze brushed her skirt and thighs when she left the house. A
pathway of carved steps led down the wide, curving root to the forest
floor and a lip that overlooked the clearing of her village. Morning had
cloaked the forest with scattered mist and a fresh sense of renewal, and
brilliant orange rays peeked through striations of purple clouds in the
East. A dozen small houses circled a small field of flowers and a clear
pond in the center of the clearing, and a handful of scattered cottages
peeked from the bases of the other great-trees around the perimeter of
the village. Each dwelling was nestled comfortably between the trees and
vegetation, as if they had grown as part of the forest. Cozy lamplight
beamed from the windows and smoke drifted lazily from the chimneys of
each. The stirring sounds of activity had barely begun to fill the air
as the Felis girls woke and began their day.
The secluded race of catgirls rarely lived more than a few dozen in the
same place, preferring peaceful lives over the bustle of cities like the
humans had. There were 18 other girls here. Fera knew them all. 18 fresh
little pussies, bursting with delicious juices for her baby. She licked
her lips unconsciously.
The dry thirst drove her on. Fera picked a short trail that curled
around the edge that ringed the clearing. Her sisters would grow to love
her baby, she was sure, would learn to love the thrill of his engorged
tentacles thrusting home in their cunt just like she did. They might
need a little...convincing at first, but she didn't have much time. Her
baby's thirst itched in the back of her brain, a ravenous buzz creeping
up to break her train of thought. He needed to be watered so badly.
"RAWWWRRRRRRRRRRR!"
Fera's ears flattened in fright and she shrieked as a bush shook and
jumped at her. Tiny claws latched onto her leg and the hellion creature
chomped the fleshy part of her thigh in a mock bite.
"Lily!"
The little catgirl laughed uproariously, arms and legs still clamped
around Fera's thigh.
"Rawwwwwww! I got you Fera! I'm a monster!" The tiny girl growled
menacingly and pretended to gnaw Fera's leg before laughing at herself
and finally letting go.
At 6 years old, Lily still had just enough kitten in her to be
maddeningly precocious. Her fingernails hadn't quite rounded out yet,
and her tail still had a youthful bushiness. Fera remembered the little
scamp's antics with fondness. Lily was a year older now, but she was
just as Fera remembered: blonde hair and blue eyes with long lashes, and
rounded, impish cheeks. She lolled on the springy grass, still giggling
at her prank, morning dew slicking her skin to a shine.
"Ok Lily," Fera laughed, hands upraised. "You got me. And just what kind
of monster are you supposed to be?"
"I uh...I don't know. A giant! Or something." Lily hissed playfully and
swatted the air. She didn't really know any more about monsters than the
other Felis did, which was essentially nothing at all.
"Scary. You're awful small for a giant though." Fera eyeballed the girl
wickedly. "You know I heard that sometimes monsters...bite...BACK!"
The tiny girl shrieked with laughter when Fera pounced on her. The two
girls wrestled playfully on the grass, Lily wiggling like an eel and
doing her best to worm out of Fera's grip. She almost succeeded, her
skin becoming slick with dew, but Fera managed a solid grab on her
shawl. The loose cotton garment hanging from the tiny girl's shoulders
was the barest concession to the morning chill. It was a cheery shade of
red, edges stitched with a fringe of white threads, but it did little to
cover the girl, who was otherwise bare from the waist up. Felis eschewed
heavy clothing. Their fur usually kept them warm enough. Fera got her
arms wrapped around the struggling girl and hugged her tight as she sat
up on the grass.
"Ok ok!" Lily hollered, finally giving in. She rested back against
Fera's stomach in surrender, ears twitching. "You got me Fera."
"I sure did," Fera purred, stroking the girl's braided hair. Lily's
auburn and white fur matched her mother's coloring. The little girl
rested in Fera's arms, breathing heavily with her shawl bunched up
around her shoulders, and Fera felt the light brush of a pair of tiny
nipples on her wrists.
"You were gone for a whole year Fera." Lily twisted her head around to
look up at her. "I missed you so much, but you're finally back now. Juna
came back this summer too. Her belly was soooo big. Hey aren't you going
to have a baby now too?" The girl twisted and eyed Fera's belly with
curiosity. "Oh, did you already have her?"
"Yeah I did sweetie." Fera wondered why she hadn't thought of her belly
earlier. Everyone knew she had been pregnant coming in. Everyone would
know about her birth as soon as they saw her.
"Ohhhhhh can I see her?!" Lily arched her back demandingly, looking up
at Fera with a pleading expression. Fera couldn't help but laugh. Lily
was so sweet, such a tender little morsel.
"Of course. She's uh...back at my house. Let's go."
Fera followed the skipping girl as they headed back up the path to her
house. Thirst was drying out her lips, and she kept licking them
compulsively, watching the young catgirl bounce along with seemingly
endless energy. Lily had a lithe, supple body. Young Felis tended
towards slender figures. The short skirt of pleated leather bounced on
her plump little bottom, cloth divided in the back but tied around the
feisty, twitching tail. Fera could already imagine the fleshy tentacles
coiling around the little legs, squirming up her flat breasts, finding
the moist, tender holes of the little girl. The fresh juices from her
virgin pussy would provide ample nourishment, and the 6-year-old body
would be a delicious treat. Only the best for her little boy.
"I'll bet she has brown fur! Right Fera?" Lily bounced up and down on
her toes. Fera opened the door and the little girl dashed inside,
hopping gayly. "No wait, black! Is it black fur Fera?" The little girl
bubbled exuberantly as Fera led her to the open hatch.
"It's not black or brown, but he has all kinds of delightful colors." A
thrill of anticipation swirled in Fera's gut as she placed both hands on
Lily's shoulders. The little girl looked down at the dark hole under the
house, then up at her in confusion, seeing the fervent hunger filling
Fera's smile.
With a quick shove, Fera pushed the tiny girl into the open hatch. Lily
hollered as she fell, then landed with a thump on the bed of tangled
roots several feet down.
"Fera?!" Lily pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, crying, ears
flattened and tail curled around her legs. "Fera? What?" She looked up,
a pitiful, vulnerable form with a tiny streak of blood on her lip. Her
shawl was askew, leaving the 6-year-old's chest bare. The roots weren't
far down - Lily might have been able to jump to get out, but Fera knew
that the girl would never escape her baby.
"What did I do Fera?!" The tiny girl cried pitifully, hiccuping. Fera's
pussy was dripping, already imagining the thrilling feel of the tiny
girl's tight cunt being plundered. A tentacle slithered slowly up from
the network of roots like a snake, blending in with the vegetation,
looking like an innocent vine, and coiled ever so delicately around the
little girl's ankle. Lily looked down in confusion when it cinched
tight, and Fera had only a moment to enjoy the shock and fear on the
little girl's face before the tentacle yanked Lily off her feet and
pulled her down into the roots screaming.
Fera dropped to her knees, a rush of excitement flooding her veins. She
felt her baby reaching out, finding the tender morsel left for him and
grabbing it ruthlessly. Lily screamed and struggled deep in the pit,
trying to wiggle away from the rushing tentacles even as they coiled
around her wrists and ankles and cinched them tight behind her. The mass
writhed over her skin and dragged the tiny body deeper into the maze of
roots.
Fera felt every pinch, every squeeze, every grab of the girl's tight
little body in her head. Fleshy limbs pulled Lily's shawl up and then
ripped it apart to reveal her naked chest while others dug up eagerly
under the short skirt, finding and probing the delicate, prepubescent
cleft and the fearful clenching hole between her buttcheeks. In seconds,
the horny mass of tentacles had located every moist, twitching hole on
the 6-year-old and as one they all thrust eagerly inside.
Raw pleasure coursed through Fera's nervous system. Her baby boy's first
rape! She was so proud. And with such a cute, fuckable little girl too.
She felt every sensation of the tender figure struggling in the
darkness, sweating and yelling as tentacles pushed into her tiny pussy
and jammed themselves into her asshole and squirmed into her throat,
dulling the screams to a frantic moaning. Brief resistance barred the
way just inside the hairless lips, but with a solid thrust they were
through. Lily kicked wildly and arched her back as her virginity was
ripped away.
"Oh my baby!" Fera shuddered, fingers digging under her dress and
frigging wildly at her cunt. "Oh my sweet baby." She felt the invading
limbs turn the girl over in midair and begin a pounding tempo into the
sucking warmth of her terrified body. Lily struggled madly and then
moaned in surprise around the fuckmeat in her mouth when the first waves
of pleasure flooded up from her pussy. The little catgirl's first
introduction to sex was the squirming mass of gooey flesh that nearly
encased her tiny body, coiling around her tail and thighs, tips brushing
her nipples and diving into the sweet clefts between her legs, bringing
a flash flood of powerful new feelings to the 6-year-old body. She had
no defense, physically or mentally. The helpless child writhed through
mounting waves of adrenaline-soaked pleasure as the new fuck slave of
her ravenous master, scanty clothing ripped away and shredded as quickly
as her virginity, innocence pounded to pieces under throbbing cocklike
tentacles that oozed excited sludge from the tips and left runners of
gooey mucus on her smooth skin.
The first reluctant orgasm erupted quickly from the tempest of the
girl's fear and excitement, washing over Lily and communicated to the
baby Venoma and his mother through the drumbeat of spasming pussy
muscles. Fera felt it in her cunt, felt her boy swelling up with
pleasure inside and shooting a geyser of dark cum up into the tight
pussy, felt her own climax rocketing to the heights on the backs of both
before the shared detonations rocked her brain with lightning ecstasy.
Through the storm, she felt herself writhing on the floor, felt her
tentacles slamming home and pouring ejaculate into her newest fucktoy,
felt her virgin body stricken with the first orgasm of her young life.
The crescendo of energy hummed a primal circuit through all 3 - both
catgirls connected to and sharing the hungry pleasure of their monstrous
lover. Her baby had only the bare brown tentacles of a newborn, but
their ends were already bursting into sprouts of blue tendrils, worming
their way into the skin of Lily's back and the soft flesh of her pussy
and throat, nerve-ends crackling with the trio's shared pleasure.
Through her racing orgasm Fera rejoiced at her growing family. Lily had
always been close to her, almost like a daughter, following her around
and delighting Fera with her antics as a kitten. Now their bodies shared
the most intimate of familial connections, subservient little cum sluts
to be raped by their master whenever he pleased.
The sucking quicksand of her orgasm finally dwindled and ebbed away. Her
baby felt much better, his body sucking on the gushing nectar from the
6-year-old catgirl's warm pussy. Lily howled with euphoria in the brief
moments between the tentacles taking turns in her mouth, the faint cries
barely working their way up out of the pit. It was enough for now, but
still too little. Her baby would need more, more juice than the body of
the tiny 6-year-old she had brought could provide, and Fera knew just
where to get it.
She hurried away from the house before the orgasmic storm swept her up
again. Wild daisies grew in a line along the dirt path. Fera hurried
along it, following the curving lip down towards the clearing until she
reached a small flagstone path that led to the door of a simple
2-bedroom cottage. Smoke drifted from a chimney poking up through the
thatched roof.
"Fera!" Milla's tail twitched with delight when she saw the guest at her
door. She rubbed the dough from her hands onto her apron before wrapping
the girl in a tight hug.
"I heard you had come back in a couple days ago. We missed you so much!
We planned to visit you today, you know." She pulled back, smiling
happily, then eyed Fera's stomach with a gasp.
"Did you have your baby already sweetie? So soon? You look a bit stiff.
Are you sure you want to be wandering about?"
"It was yesterday. Yes, I'm a bit sore, but I'm fine. Serana cleared
me." Fera faked her most friendly smile. "Do you want to come see?"
"Of course! Of course." Milla shucked her apron. She was wearing a plain
skirt and a loose gray shirt, low on the sides, that showed off her
ample breasts. Fera had never admitted it to her, but she slightly
envied the woman. At 20, Milla had a pair of breasts and a killer body
that any human man would have died for. Fera always felt just a little
bit inadequate around those luscious bosoms.
"Just let me call Lily. She's around her somewhere." Milla made ready to
holler for her daughter.
"No no. She's already met-uh, they're already acquainted." Fera hoped
her smile didn't seem too ghastly. Faint echoes of the girl's pounding
glee resounded in the back of her head.
"Oh, how wonderful!." Milla pulled the door closed behind her and
followed Fera back up the path. "I'll bet your daughter is so adorable
Fera. Did you decide what to name her yet? I've always been fond of
Milly. It was my mother's name. Your kitten has black fur, doesn't she?
I'll bet my best cookpot on it. You patched whites always have dark
children. Never fails." The woman nattered on idly as they worked their
way along the path.
"Oh I'll bet she's just the CUTEST thing!" Milly squealed, bouncing on
her toes as she followed. "You should have seen Lily when she was born,
Fera. All wet and pink and squalling like a demon child. But she's
always had more energy than she knew what to do with-"
Milla's mouth ran away with her as it always did. Fera wondered if the
woman would talk so eagerly with her throat plugged with pumping meat.
The woman kept chattering as Fera led her inside and over to the hatch,
then she halted in confusion.
"Oh, did you turn your cellar into a nursery? I suppose that would work
if it were dry enough." Milla stepped up to the edge. "Fera? It's dark
down there."
Milla peered into the gloom. A palpable wave of horror shook her body,
tail bristling and ears furled as she took a step back. There was her
daughter, held aloft in the pit by a bristling mass of vine-like
tentacles, clothing hanging in tattered pieces, thrusting rods of
engorged meat fucking the tiny naked girl in every warm hole she had.
Lily's eyes bulged with tears as she tried to cry out around the
squirming brown mass buried in her throat. The tip of a brown tentacle
curling on her neck chose that moment to ejaculate, shooting a fresh
spurt of gleaming dark fluid across the girl's face.
Milla whirled around, hissing, just in time to catch Fera's shoulder in
her chest. She tumbled backwards and disappeared into the hatch with a
shriek. Grinning, Fera looked down into the hole. Milla had landed in a
jumble on the wide rootbed, clothing in disarray. She tried to roll over
and get up, but a pair of whiplike tentacles shot up from the dark
cavities and circled her throat. Slapping at them and screaming, she
kicked her legs, seeking purchase on the smooth root, but more tentacles
snaked up and coiled around her ankles. They cinched tight and yanked
the woman savagely, twisting her legs behind her so she couldn't move.
"FERA!" Milla's eyes looked up at her, rolling in terror as she choked.
"Gods above, why?!" The coiling mass closed tight, cinching a solid hold
on her arms. "It's a monst-" Her scream was muffled by the sudden
invasion of a trio of hunting tentacles worming into her mouth. Their
gleeful coiling was visible through the strained puff of her cheeks.
Fera watched as the tentacles made short work of Milla's top. They
circled and squeezed the pair of luscious breasts and then went to work
on the skirt. After ripping it to to tattered ribbons they dove for the
pair of moist tunnels beneath and burrowed ravenously inside to suck up
the juices.
In almost no time, the first powerful climax roared into her brain like
a hurricane, Milla cumming from the ruthless cadence of pounding
tentacles in her crotch and anus and mouth. Her baby knew how to make a
woman cum, and he kept up the pace on the captive little 6-year-old at
the same time. Fera could see her farther down, the tiny naked body
twitching in his grip, eyes wide as she watched her mother fucked to
screaming orgasm in front of her. Every struggle just urged the
constricting tentacles to curl more tightly around her, made the thin
blue tendrils at the back of her neck worm just a little bit deeper,
carrying the beat of pulsing orgasm from mother to daughter and back
again until both shuddered in shared climax, spasming pussies coaxing
dual eruptions of geysers of dark fluid from the pumping flesh inside
them.
Fera was carried along with them like a leaf over a waterfall, feeling
her baby's pleasure mixing with her own through their bond, feeling the
shuddering terror forced to ecstasy in his two little fucktoys as they
were filled with monster cum. The shock overwhelmed her system and she
screamed along with them, her system barely able to cope with 4
simultaneous orgasms.
Juices squished and slathered her baby's erect flesh, sweet nectar
ripped from the bodies of the two captive catgirls. It was almost
enough. The thirst was almost quenched. He was growing so fast. She
purred as the euphoria melted away. A red tentacle had emerged from the
darkness, then a white one, dripping with ivory fluids. He would have
more as he grew, enough to take as many girls as he wanted, to treat
their bodies with pleasure and gushing plant cum until they were mature
enough to be planted with his seed. The new arrivals were already
finding their home in the sopping holes of both moaning catgirls.
The satiation of his appetite was humming in her head when an unexpected
knock came from the front door. Shit! She had almost forgot. This
wouldn't be as easy. Thinking quickly, she grabbed a pan from the
kitchen and dove for her bed, pulling up the covers and facing away from
the door. With any luck, Serana would think she was just resting.
"Fera honey!" Serana called cheerfully as she let herself in. "How are
you feeling?" She closed the door behind her and came up to Fera's bed.
"Did you have any sickness last night? Any swelling?"
"A little," Fera lied. " I took your herbs in tea like you said and it
helped a bit."
"Wonderful. Well, roll on over child and let's have a look at you."
Fera did, and Serana's eyes widened in surprise in the brief moment
before Fera smashed the frying pan into her face.
"Aaaagh!" The older woman shrieked, clutching her face and backing up.
This put her right next to the lip of the open hatch. Fera jumped out of
the bed and shoved Serana further off balance. Arms whirling briefly,
the woman hollered as she disappeared into the darkness.
Unseen limbs coiled around her ankles and wrists and yanked tight.
Others snaked up under her dress and flexed powerfully, ripping it open.
Tentacles sporting engorged phalluses sought her privates and rubbed
gleefully against them, smearing dark fluid. Serana screamed, and Fera
felt every vivid moment of her baby boy's pleasure as if it were her own
body as he ravished his newest juicy little toy.
Serana's swift orgasm joined the chorus of the rest. It was barely
fading as Fera left the house again, shutting the door behind her. What
a beautiful day. The sun had risen in the sky and dispelled the fog of
the valley.
Caila was closest. The bubbly 14-year-old embraced Fera with a hug when
she showed up at her door, then followed eagerly at Fera's invitation to
see her child. Her orange tail and ears twitched excitedly, then
stiffened in confusion when Fera led her to the open hatch. Fera pushed
her off balance and hoisted her skirt from behind to upend the girl into
the pit. Another snack for her baby. Caila had only a moment to cry out
in the darkness before a mass of squirming tentacles curled all over her
body and pulled tight. The orgasm burned raw in her head and she swooned
briefly against the frame of the door as she left her house. Each girl
added to the pleasure. She felt every squeeze as the 14-year-old
catgirl's skirt and blouse were torn asunder and her twitching holes
were stuffed full of fuckmeat.
Caila's sister was a year older, but just as easy. Camma screamed when
she saw her sister's naked body in the darkness in front of her, but in
an instant her baby had grabbed her and was raping her right alongside
her sister. He had so many tentacles now, dozens, and she knew the
flowing juices from each fresh cunt were stimulating his body, causing
him to grow more appendages: red, green, orange - all that he needed to
prepare and plant his seed in all the girls in his grasp.
Jasna, Noko, Buxy, she found them each working in the village garden.
She could barely keep her limbs from shaking as she led them up the
path. The burning glow of pleasure thrummed in her veins, intensifying
to climax when she led them inside to the hatch and half a dozen
tentacles suddenly swarmed out of the void and yanked them all inside.
He filled the space below now, a writhing mass of pleasure-giving
phalluses pounding away at all the catgirl cunts.
Fera remembered everything Jacqueline had told her, everything she had
seen on the pages of the Monstrum Factorum. "Fiat Violatum". The meaning
of the ancient words had long passed from this world, but now she knew
their truth. As her orgasms washed through her, she remembered how the
promise had been written on every page: every sweet, tender little human
girl taken, her clothing ripped off and her body ravaged by bulging
monster cocks of every shape and size. Fera recalled each diagram
vividly as she walked down the path yet again. She found Una playing in
the village, and after leading her back, the little 11-year-old's black
fur had only one moment to bristle in terror before the tentacles coiled
around her neck and yanked her down to the orgy of violent rape.
Had it been that way for the humans who were taken? Fera could imagine
it: a little girl of 8, walking home through the fields on a summer day,
arms full of freshly-picked wildflowers and humming happily right up to
the moment a Centaurum net was dropped over her. Dress ripped off and
bulging horse cocks stuffed in every hole, cum spewing inside her body
until her throat overflowed and her belly bulged with raw horse semen.
Fera knew now how she had ended up as a spit-roated little horseslut
lashed to a pole in a Centaurum camp.
And Parah, taken from her home by the beastly Minotaurum - probably
writhing in the mud of a slave pen right now with her tight little cunt
stuffed with throbbing bullcock bigger than her arms, shrieking with
orgasmic pleasure, her pregnant belly swaying back and forth with each
thrust. Lucky girl.
The twins were next. Kitta and Katti were overjoyed to see Fera again
and eagerly came to see her baby. Brown tentacles leaped out of the pit
and snatched them together. Fera had never liked them much, but the
intense shiver in her muscles as their bodies were trussed and stripped
and violated by her baby boy brought her to her knees. Her own pussy
juice streamed down her legs. She wanted to throw herself down there, to
be grabbed and fucked and raped senseless by her baby, but she still had
more work to do.
Shanda was teaching her class of girls by the pond. They were all too
eager to come. As they walked up the path, Shanda explained to the three
girls that it would be a good lesson to see a newborn kitten. Their
surprise was total when a handful of sludge-covered brown tentacles
suddenly snaked out and snatched them. Fera slammed the door to the
house and stood with her back to it to keep the other kids from
escaping. They screamed and stumbled backwards, but there was nowhere to
go, and in no time all four had been taken. Their terror and mounting
lust joined the network of pleasure that coursed through all the girls
and through her own veins, woven through with her baby's pleasure as he
enjoyed his new treats.
How many little human girls were out there right now, thrashing with
bliss on the business ends of virile monster cocks, just as the girls of
her village were? The spider-like Arachma, spinning webs in the depths
and dragging girls in to fill them with eggs. The brutish Org, using
their legendary stamina to fuck every pretty little pussy of the girls
they took around the clock until the bulge of Org babies could be seen
in their bellies. Giant vultures, snatching girls for their nests. The
huge beetles called Crithma, impregnating the naked, squirming bodies of
little girls with their spawn. Squicks. Crags. Even demonic Fiends. The
pages of the Factorum had seemed endless.
Just a few left now. The pleasure of the ongoing rape of all the girls
beneath her house boiled in the back of Fera's brain, but she managed to
compose herself. Warm rays beamed through the treetops from the
afternoon sun, and Fera was surprised when she saw the remaining Felis
already coming up the path to her house.
"Hi Pamona." Fera tried to silence the ecstatic twitching of her muscles
as she gave the girl what she hoped was a friendly grin. Pamona was the
village scout, the closest thing the village had to a guard, and she was
armed.
"Fera." Pamona's chestnut-colored ears flattened slightly as she
regarded Fera. "Are you...alright? Something odd is happening."
Fera eyed the dagger in its sheath. Pamona knew how to fight, certainly
more than Fera did, and she could use her blade or the bow on her back
with expert skill. The other two Felis, Semma and Ciffa, looked around
warily, holding quarterstaves.
"Odd?" Fera's smile dripped with innocence. "What do you mean?"
"I mean there's nobody down on the village green. You're the first
person we've found." The wariness was evident in Pamona's voice. "Semma
saw Shanda coming up here with her girls, but they never came back down.
That was two hours ago, and we haven't seen anyone since. Even Buxy is
missing, and she practically never leaves the garden. Have you seen any
of them?"
Pamona had never liked her, Fera knew. She used to pull Fera's tail and
tease her when they had been kittens. Fera struggled to keep up her
smile.
"Oh!" Semma, the calico-colored Felis on Pamona's right, suddenly
noticed Fera's deflated appearance. "You had your kitten!"
"Yes," Fera nodded. "Shanda came to see her. I had her yesterday. Want
to take a look?"
Pamona's eyes narrowed to slits, and for a moment Fera was certain she
was going to draw her dagger, but Ciffa interjected.
"That's wonderful Fera! You were so BIG when I found you. And you never
told me what happened to your clothes anyway. Was it an easy birth? You
looked like you had enough space for triplets but maybe it was just a
big girl." Ciffa tittered good-naturedly and Pamona seemed to relax
slightly. Ciffa had always been the most cheerful girl in the village.
"Come see!" Fera waved the girls on and led them up the path. These were
the last. Most of her village was already writhing in her baby's grasp.
Fera could feel her connection to every one through the magical fibers
of his body. Even the ones who still struggled were beginning to enjoy
the rape.
All of Fera's senses were on high alert when they reached her house. She
opened the door and led them in, noting how their noses wrinkled
slightly.
"It smells funny in here. Fera? Where's your kitten?" Ciffa was looking
around as Pamona fingered her dagger. "In the bedroom?"
Three adult Felis. They could overpower her, if they saw it coming.
She'd get one chance. A brown, leafy vine had crawled up the side of her
kitchen, and she noted more near the wall of the little bedroom. They
blended into the wood. She could feel the grainy texture, as if they
were extensions of herself.
"Yeah." Fera put a friendly arm on the girl's shoulders and led her to
the doorway of the bedroom. "In here."
Fera looked over to see Pamona walking over and glancing into the
doorway of the open hatch. An eternity passed, captured in the smallest
instant of time. Hissing, Pamona whirled and drew her dagger, her eyes
drawn to hostile slits. Fera shoved Ciffa with all her might into the
bedroom, and slammed the door shut behind her.
Twin screams erupted in the house. Ciffa's was cut short by a loud thump
from the bedroom, and Fera knew the vines that extended throughout the
house had reached out like lightning to snare her wrists and tighten
around her throat. Semma ran for the front door shrieking. Fera pounced,
and tackled the girl in the side.
"Fera!" Semma's voice was threaded with wild panic. "What the fuck?! Let
me go!"
Fera turned just in time to see the slashing blade, and ducked. Pamona
hissed angrily and slashed again, catching Fera in the shoulder as she
rolled away. Fera screamed.
The house seemed to come alive. Brown vines nestled in the woodwork and
tucked under furniture struck like a nest of snakes. Semma got to her
feet and tugged at the door, but it wouldn't budge. The knob was held
tight by vines on the outside. Her screams redoubled as the reaching
limbs curled around her ankles and yanked, slamming her back to the
floor, and a wide tentacle thrust quickly into her mouth, silencing her
cries.
He was ANGRY! She could feel the rage coursing in her blood. Someone was
hurting Mommy! Fera ducked and rolled, narrowly avoiding another cut.
Pamona was quicker though. She pivoted on her backswing and leaped at
Fera, and the girls crashed onto the table, sending the vase flying to
shatter against the wall.
"I knew it!" Pamona's eyes were crazed as she slashed again. Fera felt a
pain in her hip. "I knew you were hiding something! What did you do
Fera?!"
The wild catwoman kicked herself to a steady position and raised her
dagger for a stab. Fera had nowhere left to go. Suddenly, a pair of
brown tentacles darted out and seized Pamona's wrist.
"Ahhh!" Pamona's arm was locked, but she reached out with her other and
managed to seize the dagger from her restricted hand, then slashed
blindly, carving a gash on a reaching tentacle from which clear fluid
spurted.
HER BABY! An all-encompassing rage drove Fera into a frenzy. NOBODY hurt
her baby! Heedless of the blade, she leaped at the woman, screaming.
Straddling her chest, her hands found Pamona's neck and she squeezed,
ignoring the woman's slapping motions against her face. More tentacles
snaked out and coiled around Pamona's wrists, pulling her arms down snug
against her sides. Fera saw red. How DARE this bitch touch her baby boy!
Pamona gasped and choked as Fera's fingers tightened around her
windpipe. From behind her, she heard a pounding noise crossing the floor
as Semma was dragged across it and into the pit. She kept squeezing,
driven by rage.
It wasn't until a tentacle reached up to brush Fera's cheek that she
finally let up. He wasn't hurt badly. The slash would heal. Pamona's
chest heaved and she coughed violently as her throat opened.
"FUCK her," Fera mumbled, stumbling back onto her butt, panting with
exertion. "Fuck her, baby boy. Pound this little bitch's pussy until she
screams."
The tentacles began to drag Pamona across the floor, her hands reaching
out to try to stop, eyes rolling with fear. She heaved and coughed and
writhed, and the tentacles tightened their grip and gave a final yank.
Her limp tail trailing behind her was the last Fera saw of Pamona as she
was pulled into the hatch.
Dizzily, Fera got up. Beneath the house, searching tentacles had ripped
Semma's dress off and stuffed her pussy and mouth, and more were doing
the same to Pamona right now. She could feel their horror, feel her
baby's pleasure as he stuffed himself into their tight little holes. She
opened the bedroom door and saw Ciffa struggling on the floor against
the grip of 4 more brown tentacles.
"Fera!" Ciffa shrieked. "Why-" her cries were cut off as her wrists and
ankles were finally cinched tight and drawn behind her, freeing up a
squirming limb to circle her neck and then dart into her mouth.
"Shhhhhh, it's ok. It's my baby. You'll learn to love him." Ciffa shrunk
with fear before Fera's smile. She WOULD learn to love it. They all
would, even Pamona. Their mouths would be filled with the wiggling
phallus-ends of her baby's tentacles, spewing dark, syrupy semen that
tingled on the tongue and filled their bellies. Their pussies would be
stuffed tight with rapturous fuckmeat, and their assholes would be
spread wide open by the engorged orange tentacles that would twist
through their insides. They would be raped ceaselessly, driven to the
height of reluctant bliss until the climax so intimately shared through
the connections of blue tendrils became the totality of their existence.
Fera watched with glee as Ciffa was dragged across the floor and into
the hatch.
"Momma's here baby." She stood above the hatch, gazing down at the
writhing tentacles and the white patches where fur and naked girlflesh
could be seen through the squirming mass. Such a handsome boy. So virile
and potent. She was a good mother - she had given him everything he
needed. Nothing would threaten him out here, and now he could grow huge.
Maybe more Felis would come to visit, and fall into his grasp, joining
their shared orgy. Maybe mages would come, if they heard there were
monsters. The thought filled her with fear, but she knew her baby was
strong and could deal with them, and they'd just be so many more little
pussies for him to drink from.
She had found the baby she had always wanted, and from a place she had
never expected. Jacqueline was a willing gorilla cumslut by now, sucking
and fucking the mutated, bulbous organs of her Corpsum masters. Fera
knew she would feel the same now, would know the liberating bliss of her
sexual subjugation. Maybe she was already pregnant with their young.
She'd be a proud mother, a good mother just like Fera.
All those poor little mages in their scanty clothing, juicy little rape
morsels for the monsters they were supposed to fight. Did they even
realize? Fera watched the violation of her friends eagerly, frigging her
cunt with feverish glee. The seed her baby was giving them would grow in
their bellies, spreading its rapacious gift to all the Felis until every
woman and child had a pounding cock in their cunt and a Venoma baby
growing in their belly.
Tentacles slithered up around her legs and thighs, coiled around her
hips, grasped her chest and squeezed. Her baby loved the sweet feeling
of his mommy's tender 12-year-old body. Had she ever been frightened of
monsters? Once, perhaps. The thought of nightmare creatures rampaging
through her village had filled her with dread, but that was before her
awakening. She knew her place now: just a little fuckslut to be stuffed
with monstrous cock as she wiggled and shrieked through orgasm after
orgasm, her body a receptacle for the vile semen spewed inside her. All
these Felis, all these tight little pussies, they were so lucky. They'd
be prepared, just as she had been, until their wombs changed under the
ministrations of his dark fluids, transformed to hold his seed. Their
bellies would swell up with Venoma babies, and they would love every
second of it.
~*~
Epilogue
The orgasmic wave receded slowly, the hazy murmur coating her brain
gradually ebbing into a warm background. Her baby hadn't needed weeks.
Mommy's womb was already ready to take his cum and have his children.
Her belly was already swelling with a distinct bump.
Groaning, Fera forced her aching muscles to action and rolled over on
the floor. She was in her own house. Dried crusts of dark semen coated
her lips and genitals, and the rest of her naked body was host to layers
of splattered fluids: brown tentacle sludge, her own aroused fluids, all
the varied kinds of semen of her baby, dripping out of the cunts and
mouths and anuses of her fellow Felis as they were raped around her over
the course of weeks. Her fur was a gooey mess of snarls.
Gingerly, she put a hand to her stomach and felt the warm life inside.
Her baby had given her a baby. The hatch still lay open in front of her,
girlish sounds of grunting and moaning coming from the depths. But she
knew: it was time to go. Every baby boy eventually grew up and had to
strike out on his own. And as much as she wanted to go back down and
keep making love to him, keep servicing him with her body and letting
him fuck her and drink the little girl juices from her body, she knew
she had to find a home for her new baby too. She reached down to feel
her aching pussy and found the membrane inside that sealed her womb up
tight. He was planted firmly inside, safe in the depths of her body.
Spurred by a vague sense of restlessness, Fera grabbed a spare dress and
then left her house to go wash in the pool in the center of the village.
Summer was in full swing, and the Felis houses were already starting to
become overgrown, weeds and bushes encroaching on the walls. The Felis
of this village didn't need them anymore. They had found a new home, new
lives cycling from climax to climax on the thrusting ends of her baby
boy's tentacles.
Fera scrubbed the accumulated passion from her body, then groomed her
fur and donned her dress. There were more Felis villages. The nearest
was in a forest past the long ridgeline that stretched west from the
mountain overlooking her own village. Maybe a three-day walk. Tiring,
traversing the mountain path, but she had done it before.
Feeling invigorated, Fera walked the path out of the village. Her baby
would give babies to all the other Felis girls here, making them all
proud mothers. Maybe they'd end up in other villages, or head to human
lands. Anywhere they needed to find little girl pussy to feed their
beloved children. Felis wouldn't have to go out and deal with human
mating anymore. They could spread the pollination out to all the other
catgirls, impregnating them with the Venoma seed and giving them new
lives of happy ecstasy.
The humans all seemed scared of monsters, but what did they know? They'd
call her baby a monster, a creature that snared girls and raped them
until his semen had taken root in their wombs. She still loved him.
She'd have more babies too, offering her body to them to be fucked and
plundered for as long as they desired. A monster was a thick shaft of
meat squeezing into your throat. A monster was a plunging cock in your
pussy. A monster was the engrossing thrill of watching your belly swell
with life, knowing you'd bear more monsters to go out and rape all the
little girls of the world.
Round them all up, she thought, as she crested the hill and paused to
survey the other side. Girls in chains, girls grunting and sweaty on the
filthy floors of the slave pens. Girls snared in webs and nets and
snatched into holes by lurking tentacles. It was inevitable. They'd all
end up with their pussies stuffed and strained almost to breaking on the
thousands of monster cocks that awaited them. Just like her and her
village. Willing fuck slaves and eager breeders. What more could a girl
ask for than a life of such pleasure?
She shielded her eyes from the afternoon sun. The path stretched wide
and long in front of her, snaking its lazy way around the mountain
slopes. Was it her imagination, or was something already stirring inside
of her? She rested a hand on her belly. Soon, my baby boy. Soon I'll
birth you and plant you and fuck you and bring you all the little girl
pussy you can drink. With a smile on her face, Fera set off down the
path.