Claire
My maw was filled with red as I continued munching away on my meal, my single eye watching with contentment as Alice gnawed on one of the carcasses she turned our fellow passengers into; maybe an overreaction, but I wasn't going to complain as I was starting to get hungry anyway.
The orb of silver that was my eye gleamed with a bit of jealousy as it watched her take her time on a specific corpse, its form ripped in half as its torso hung on one of the seats by the intestines.
My gaze was caught as I received a curious gaze from her coal spheres, their pitch form shining with a yearning hunger that made me blush. But that blush didn't stop me from reveling in my jealousy as I set aside my meal to spread my raptor-like legs a bit, extending to her an alternative for her more... carnal hunger.
I didn't even get a chance to react as a tentacle shot from her back and straight into my pussy, tearing through the dress and panties I had conjured up for the trip while I was still in our void.
Immediately, everything blanked as my bloodied hands gripped the appendage with desperation, almost begging for it to go deeper.
Alice, having discarded the corpse, strode over with a mischievous grin, her hands snaking around my chest as she slid under me, another tentacle sitting comfortably outside my secondary entrance.
It was teasing and borderline torture as she held the opportunity of more pleasure in front of my disgustingly lustful mind.
There were many times when Alice was the main antagonist in our sexual endeavors, but those times were usually goaded out by me, with my ever-growing lust daring me into enticing her with my many sexual advances.
I groaned in bliss as the tip of her tentacle pierced my womb, the tight seal conforming and constricting around the appendage as it tried to pull it in further.
Alice's teasing came to an end not long after, with the other tentacle teetering around my second entrance, entering in full, its girth spreading my ass wide as it also tore through my dress; I really hoped she'd be able to fix the damage after we were done, as I knew for a fact that it was an impossibility for me to accomplish without being at least relatively close to our home.
I grunted as the inky appendage crawled its way up my gut, hitting every point of pleasure on its way and causing my already full pussy to compress as the tentacle's extra girth forced it against the surface of the other still rocking back in forth inside me.
It was a near-nexus of pleasure.
At some point, my own hand had snuck around and into her dress, its clawed form dangerously playing with her clit as its sharp pinky slipped its tip inside; the combination had moans flowing from her mouth as they almost unionized with mine.
Almost was the key word there, as she buried her mouth into my shoulder, the sharp teeth sitting inside digging in me as they pierced my jugular, a very dangerous injury had I not been what I was now.
Unfortunately, our fun was interrupted by Mr. Nyx's very done stare, his silver eyes twitching in annoyance as he looked at us both with barely contained revulsion.
He sighed before speaking, "OK, you deplorable rabbits. We land in a few moments, so... " He turned away while glaring back, "Finish up your... activity before then."
I grinned in infernal embarrassment as he walked away before calling back, "Right! Sorry, Mr. Nyx!"
My embarrassment turned nuclear as Alice followed suit with her own antagonizing answer as she pulled her teeth from my now gushing neck.
"Ohhh, someone's jealous."
I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help but shove my pinky just a little deeper, to shut her up before she embarrassed me more. The action deprived her of breath as she moaned hard into my back.
The tentacles rocking back and forth inside me stopped as her gaze slowly rose, her orbs of coal locking with my singular silver eye as they promised vengeance.
Sweat rolled down my neck as I nervously went to speak.
"Alice, we can talk abo-."
I never got to finish as the tentacle in my ass thrusted hard, its form feeling like it was sliding up my throat, as it pounded into me.
Everything afterward blanked, my mind going void as my silver orb blurred in pain and pleasure. She did not spare my pussy either, as I could feel my womb fill with the other inky black appendage, its girth making my stomach stretch out in order to compensate for the inflated womb.
And to top it all off, Alice was all but crushing my nipples as her palms played with my breasts.
It was blissful torture.
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Abbie
'Ok, maybe I did mind my body changing so much because god fucking damn it does this hurt,' were my thoughts as I whimpered into Ms. Circle's bare stomach, my arms shooting pain like never before.
The reason? Well, the reason for my pain would be the fact that two barbed blades decided it would be nice to rip through the rest of the skin that kept them buried in my forearm, and it just had to be when I was cuddling.
The two new appendages were currently shoved back into my arms with force before the open slits they came from were taped shut with a lot of duct tape; had I not known anything, I'd imagine my arms were broken.
However, just because they were put back where they came from doesn't mean they weren't trying to force themselves back out, as I could see the golden carapace on my arms starting to stretch out under the tape, their forms shifting to open the slits just a bit more for the blades.
Throughout all of this, my back felt like it was on fire, with that gene maturity process spreading closer and closer to the more essential parts and organs of my body; I was not looking forward to the day when I had to endure my brain or heart breaking down to rebuild themselves.
"Problems for the future, eh, Abbie?" I muttered to myself, though maybe not completely, as a response from the one I was cuddling had me jumping in place.
"Abbie, if you're going to have a midlife crisis while having your face shoved in my stomach, I'm going to make you sleep on the couch."
The words doused me in cold fire as the threat of separation wasn't something I particularly enjoyed.
"Sorry, darling."
She snorted before shoving my face back into her stomach.
"And cut out those embarrassing ass nicknames prince charming, they're stupid and make me feel weird inside; it frustrates me to no end."
Tilting my head a bit sideways, I spoke out of my free mouth.
"But, they're not nicknames, they're ways to describe your absolute beauty, to make sure that you know that none can compare to you, that the rest are just small fish in a big pond; they show my appreciation for the spirit and love that shines within you. Looking at you even once could sustain m-"
My face was smoothed with her hand as she huffed in sheer frustration and embarrassment.
"And, stop that too; those random bouts of compliments are not healthy for my ego to be growing with."
I knew if I could see her face, it would most likely be that of a strawberry, but a single memory was enough to picture it, so I huffed before re-burying my face into her stomach, the thoughts and woes of my mind and body falling away as my mind drifted off to heaven with Ms. Circle; she was an angel, and no one could convince me otherwise, not even her.
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Oliver
The stars were nice, and I was sure that they were beautiful, which is why it was a shame I couldn't see them from my spot on the concert floor of the Ruined Garden; now that I thought of it, the building wasn't even close to matching its name, with walls looking taken care of, and even the empty planter boxes spread out around us looked to be in pristine condition, so it begs to question why it got the title in the first place.
I sighed before rolling my crimson gaze, the orbs of which had been tracing patterns on the ceiling for the past few hours to pass the time.
Realistically, I shouldn't even be here right now, nor should Engel, his tuckered out from lying peacefully on my chest as our bare bodies kept each other warm.
But, an odd yet possessive feeling told me that it was best not to wake him, lest he be an idiot and try to run. Plus, it felt nice, both in comfort and in sexual context, as the bastard's dick was still very hard and still very much in my ass, its form occasionally rocking back and forth as he shifted in whatever dream he was currently in.
It was most definitely midnight at this point, and I had a feeling it would be well after the fact when he woke up, his human body unable to go so long without sustenance to sustain itself.
I myself would be fine sleeping weeks on end, as the energy I've taken from others can replace the need for basics such as food and water, even if it does leave an uncomfortable tingling afterward.
My thoughts were interrupted as I groaned in pleasure, Engel's dick once again moving around as it twitched inside me.
The crimson orbs that were my eyes widened in shock as my gut was once again filled with his semen, its near-boiling form making me moan in euphoria while my cold legs instinctively wrapped around him.
However, this seemed to be the final straw for the appendage, as its form slowly went limp before being squeezed out by my anal walls, their forms just happy to finally get rid of the intruding organ as they got to work on tightening the entrance shut again.
I breathed heavily, yet tried to keep each one soft so as not to wake him.
Slowly, my legs unwound from him before lying calf-first on the concrete ground, their forms quivering slightly as they also began to recuperate, both having cramped with the jarring shift in temperatures.
'Note to self, let things heat up before using them.'
My thoughts were all but obliterated as a voice called out not too far away from me, its tone and subsequent gaze being all too familiar to me.
"Yo, Oliver, you good down there?" Came the voice of one Edward, his purple peripheral looking down at me with clear worry as he took in the current state of me and Engel.
The camaraderie would've been nice had he not been looking down at our clearly naked and very used forms.
"Edward? What the fuck are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home right now? Also, keep your fucking voice down, I'm not trying to deal with the inevitable right now, you know."
Edward rolled his eyes before approaching; he continued as he crouched down close to us.
"Wow, what a way to treat your clearly worried friend, who's come all this way back to school, after hours mind you, to check on your gay ass; wow, forgive me oh mighty prince for giving a shit, I'll be sure to hold my metaphorical tongue next time," he spoke with the most shit eating grin I've ever seen in my life, and that was a lot considering who he was.
My teeth clicked as my crimson gaze rolled just as his did. "Hardy hare, laugh it up, you satirizing bastard, just tell me why you're here."
Edwards' eyes dropped as he stared at Engel, his purple gaze holding both caution and a bit of shame; the shame was beyond me to understand, but the caution could be validated as there was no telling what would happen when he woke up, even if I did have a mark on him to keep him in check.
"So, how'd the... plan go?"
I ignored how he said it with severe discomfort as I quickly chalked it up to him.
"About as well as one could expect when you rape them, he put up a fight, I fucked him, then he didn't, then we spoke, then he put up a smaller fight, then he fucked me, and then he said fuck this and went to sleep; that's pretty much everything that happened. I even dumbed it down for your microscopic brain."
He seemed both apprehensive and impressed when the final words were spoken, insinuating that he didn't have much faith in this plan not going sideways, like most of them tend to do nowadays, but after a breath of silence, he piped up, his voice sounding just a bit lighter.
"Well, putting aside my moral obligations, I'm glad things seemed to have worked out; it was really becoming a headache watching you dance around him like you did, I mean, come on, theirs only so much one best friend can take before he tosses the hat in," were his words as he shrugged with relief.
I snorted before rolling my eyes. "Right, like it was so stressful watching me hate his guts for the better part of a year."
The only thing I got in response was a raised eyebrow as his smile stayed genuine in its belief.
My own eyebrow rose as I greedily questioned. "Was I really that bad?"
It was his turn to scoff in playful annoyance. "Bro, it was like one of the worst rollercoasters I've ever been on, and I've been on some fucking duzzies; yes it was that bad."
The rest of that conversation had to be put on hold as we both shut up in wake of the groan coming from Engels' vocals, his head rising slightly as his emerald eyes peered into my crimson ones with pure frustration.
"Can you two shut the fuck up for 'Ekos' sake, I'm trying to sleep here, and I don't need to know the ins and outs your plan that ended up with me being raped by this bastard."
Both Edward's and my eyes widened in shock as we realized how long he'd actually been awake.
The emerald orbs glanced at Edward before he rolled his eyes and shoved his face back into my chest, a huff being the only thing telling us to keep the chatting to a minimum.
Still refusing to let the inevitable... fight? Occur, I just rolled with it, except knowing he wasn't going to start it until he seemingly got the sleep he wanted, I took the opportunity to get up, keeping him close as I carried him princess-style in my arms; the action only got a disgruntled whine as he went back to sleep.
Looking at Edward, I shrugged, not really knowing what to say about the shock Engel had just caused.
For Edwards' part, he just shook the shock away before grinning and falling in line next to me as I made for the building doors; I was going home to sleep in my bed, Engel blissfully in tow.
Today was a very successful day, and it looked to be a successful night if this attitude his kept up; I ignored Engels' sudden shift in personality in favor of walking, but who knows at this point, maybe the Engel I always saw in class was just a mask, and the more aggressive one I just witnessed was the real him; I couldn't deny the fact that I liked that possibility.
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Ms. Thavel
I sighed as I was once again on camera duty; you'd think that after Alice wandered off with the two other monsters, that camera duty would at least be lessened, or even outright canceled.
But no, the presence of two new entities of pure horror only sent Ms. Grace into an even more cautious state of being, with three more cameras set to be installed in the halls of Alice's wing tomorrow; I chose to ignore the resemblance to one of our missing students, the one with voided skin possessed.
The recalled memories sent a shiver down my spine as I remembered the man clad in black, his form sending out major red flags as he turned to the camera to give it a chilling smile that would haunt most for the rest of their lives; I was fortunate that I wasn't most people, and that his smile only seemed to excite me, with something deeper than even my own thoughts trying to smile back as he did so.
My delve into the not-too-distant past was interrupted when Ms. Bloomie walked in, her presence signaling the end of my shift and the start of hers.
No words were exchanged as she quickly took my place at the monitors; then again, I didn't think she would have it any other way as she'd been really snappy when the video of the three entities was shared with the more in-the-loop teachers.
She noticed the similarities and didn't particularly find comfort in them.
Sighing, I left the room in silence before making my way through the winding halls, the exit doors quickly coming into sight as I had used some shortcuts that came to light with my few years of experience here.
My hazel eyes did nothing but dance from tree to tree and star to star as they found themselves eternally uninterested in anything around them.
From one star to another star, then a tree to a taller tree, then another tree, and then another, they even found a star that looked like a tree; eventually, my mind was nothing but void as everything went numb, my mindless form just trotting along the beaten path that led to my cabin.
It was a truly breathtaking plot of land that I bought back when I was sixteen or so, and since then, I've managed to develop it into a thing of beauty, with a nice wooden cabin built almost completely by hand, with the only thing left untouched by me being the electricity; I was able to build with wood, not wires, and I'd rather not have all my work turned to smoke because I crisscrossed a single wire that shouldn't even be near each other.
As I crossed the threshold of my property, I couldn't help but notice something off; everything was quiet, almost deathly silent, with only a few of the more brave crickets chirping their hums.
Looking around, I wasn't too tipped off by anything unusual, but that slowly changed as I came up on the building in praise, its lumber form showing no signs of intrusion or vandalism.
But by the near hundreds of small footsteps encircling the now muddy area around the building, I was hard-pressed to believe such a thing possible; it was indeed possible, as checking the inside showed nothing out of place, with even the plate of half-eaten eggs still sitting where they were forgotten this morning.
Then again, maybe that wasn't a good example, as I never took burglars for ones to throw away someone's forgotten food out of the kindness in their lacking hearts.
However, a good example would be the untouched dust layering most of the floors, a thing that I always tell myself to clean up later, but never end up doing because of sheer exhaustion; being a teacher is easy, but being one where I work isn't.
The layers were untouched, showing they hadn't been tread on in quite a while.
Making my way to the back, I found that the many trails of footsteps had broken off into one singular set; they led back into the forest and toward a very old part of the woods, one that was frequently visited by hunters and the likes looking for the big game that lingered around inside.
Now, reason dictated that I just ignore it and focus on how I was going to deal with the mass property damage done to my front, back, and side yards, however, it seemed my reason had pissed off somewhere as my curiosity tugged me forward, my steps retracing the prints of the smaller ones as they marched onward.
The trail felt like a wild goose chase as they twisted and wound around trees and boulders seemingly at random, with it being so bad that my body had transformed to keep up, my now goat-like legs making traversing the muddy woodland area far easier.
I ignored how my horns got stuck every once and a while.
Eventually, my curiosity was satiated, as I found the perpetrator, hunched over in obvious pain as they tried to pry open a bear trap ensnared around their leg; their attempts only made it worse, as every time they pried it open just a bit, they'd lose strength and it would snap shut again, its fangs digging even deeper trenches into the snared limb; causing the, girl? To wimper.
Stepping out of the shadows, I wasn't too surprised when her eyes snapped around with a fearful glare.
It was when the moon's light struck true that I was left voiceless, as right before my hazeled gaze was a little girl, her size showing her to be no older than most of my class, if not younger.
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Nyx
Walking in on my little sister fucking my kin-, no, Claire, wasn't what I was expecting when I walked into the lobby of the plane, especially so openly, as they didn't even bother trying to hide behind a seat; this left me the unfortunate fate of knowing exactly what Claire and my little bratty sister looked like when they were mounting one another.
Sighing, I shook away the thoughts as I landed the plane, its wheels extending as it sank into a particularly deep swamp that would in time swallow the entire mechanical contraption; subsequently hiding the evidence of any kind of massacre.
The darkness of midnight also made landing easier, as its arrival and subsequent descent would most likely slip past any aerial radars kicking around the desolate area.
Getting up, I, absurdly, knocked on the cockpit door, waiting for an answer of confirmation before I even thought of setting foot inside; their charade was something I only needed to see once.
"It's alright, Mr. Nyx, we're... done now."
I almost felt bad for the poor girl, as I could hear the mortification poorly hidden in her tone, but she wasn't the only one to answer my query of entry, as 'Alice' spoke next.
"Or are we?"
The words drew on my exasperation and also drew out a few yelps from Claire as she quickly followed up with more confirmation.
"Don't listen to her, Mr. Nyx! We're done, I swear on it."
Ok, now I genuinely felt bad for the girl, as tears of mortification swiftly brimmed on the edges of her tone, threatening to spill out with even the slightest of shoves.
With one last sigh, I slid the floor open to find the settled forms of both occupants, one beat red as she looked at anything but me, and the other sporting a shit-eating grin as they immediately tried to tease me.
"Did you enjoy the show?"
Take a guess who asked that.
Sighing, I just mindlessly opened the emergency escape door, its form flying off the hinges and out into the surrounding swamp before sinking into the muck.
"You have about thirty minutes before this thing sinks, so if I were you I'd haul my ass up and out, lest I end up covered in the muck this swamp contains."
Further words were discarded as I leaped from the door, the thirty-minute limit I had given having been shortened to ten as the strength I lept with pushed the beast of engineering deeper into the swamp.
As my form somewhat kissed some of the very low clouds, my enhanced hearing could pick up a faint wave of sound that churned with the similarity of an insult; it brought a smile of contentment to my unnatural lips.
It then occurred to me that I didn't tell them where to meet me when they got off; a folly I wouldn't repeat in the future if given a chance, however, I knew Alice would be able to track me down, so I didn't fret too much as I made my way back to my lovely yet empty abode; another thing I'd need to fix with guests now immanent.
I sighed to myself before I opted to just go look at the nearest construction plans for a mansion or two; I'd be using my ability to force the construct into existence afterwards.
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Edward
"So, what are you going to do now?" I asked, my tone tinted with mild curiosity as I strode next to the bare pair next to me; one was asleep while the other was prancing along without a care in the world.
Oliver looked at me in silence for a second before answering with a beaming smile.
"Well, I'm going to go home and sleep; what else would I be doing?"
I raised an eyebrow in shock at the brushoff before I realized he was fucking with me, his beaming smile shifting into that of pure mischief as the crimson orbs making up his irises danced with curiosity.
Rolling my purple spheres, I just stared at him, waiting for him to break under my lack of reaction, a task not very hard when you knew what your best friend liked to draw out of people.
My deadpan stare worked like a charm as the grin faded to a frown of dismay, his eyes dipping in disappointment before he added to his previous answer.
"In all seriousness, I don't know," he sighed, "I'm a terrible person, but not bad enough to just keep him locked up for the rest of his life. Yet every time the thought of just letting him continue with his life like normal, the possessiveness rears its ugly head like a rabid animal, completely shutting down the train of thought. It's the same situation the other way around," He groaned while looking down at Engel, "its like my head is in a war against itself, with my more logical and reasonable side saying we should just do what I was thinking, and the more lustful and possessive side demanding that I keep him locked away; its got to be the most frustrating series of indecision I've ever had the displeasure of having."
Ok, I was not expecting him to think so deeply on the topic, and I wasn't ashamed to show it, as the painfully obvious shock on my face had him wincing.
"Come on, Edward! I'm not completely hopeless when it comes to the basics of humanity, or, at least I don't think I am," he said while ending it off in an even deeper frown.
Shaking my head, I sighed before following up.
"Trust me when I say this, Oliver; you're by far the most fixable out of this world's chaotic nature."
His eyes twitched with annoyance as he countered with exasperation.
"Are you saying I'm broken?"
I didn't hesitate when I answered.
"You're like a shattered mask that's slowly being put back together, yes, you are very broken."
I could see the rebuke ready to burst forth with righteous fury within his narrowed crimson gaze, before it faded just as fast as it came, its form fading into acceptance as he recognized that he was not ok.
He sighed while returning his gaze to his impromptu lover, his pale form leaning against his chest, snoring softly as the warmth of skin-to-skin kept him satisfied in his state of unconsciousness.
"You know, I often wonder if my existence was a mistake, that maybe, if I wasn't even a thing in the first place, people would just be happier."
The words weren't something I was prepared to deal with, but something I could deal with, as I often found myself saying the same thing to myself while I held a razor in contemplation. Luckily, the thoughts were now a distant memory as Zip's blinding smile did well in purging the dark thoughts from my head, replacing them with all the love and compassion she could offer.
And that's why I knew what to say in response.
"He'll help, I can guarantee it."
Oliver looked surprised to hear me say that and made sure to speak his suspicion not long after.
"Ya, and why would he do that; I did just rape him not too long ago. You think he'd, 'Help' me out of the kindness of his beautiful heart? Because I can tell you now, all he'll want to do when he wakes up is shove a knife into my throat and be done with it."
I didn't bother acknowledging the anger in his voice, nor did I pay heed to his gnawing guilt, as my next words were spoken clearly and precisely.
"That's the thing, Oliver, he doesn't need to do anything, nor does he need to know. Tell me, Oliver, when you look at his peaceful face, when you see him smiling, or even when you were being fucked by him; what did they make you feel? What welled up?"
Oliver looked slightly red about the mention of being fucked, but he answered nonetheless, his words not mincing the truth like he would have a week ago, but saying it outright.
"I felt... happy, elated even; it never failed to improve my mood, even when I denied it."
I smiled as I watched his frown morph into a fragile but warm grin.
"That feeling, it's called love, Oliver, and it could either be your most potent healing potion, or your most lethal poison; however, their something smaller there. A passive effect, if you will, one that activates whenever you're just near them; it makes you feel better, more complete even. The effect only grows with time as you get more comfortable with them."
I chuckled.
"And the same could be said for you two as well," I said while sporting a grin that burned brighter than most stars.
Oliver skeptically questioned, "And that applies to this fucked up situation?"
My grin didn't falter.
"Yep, even the fucked up situation you're in now works."
His gaze returned to Engel as he silently thought.
Eventually, the silence was broken as his lips quirked into a bright smile, its form rifting apart as he spoke.
"Are you sure you want to be a teacher? I'm sure therapy wouldn't mind having another person to laugh with as it laughed at the fools who say they're an expert in it."
I chuckled.
"Please, who would teach others not to be like us if I wasn't there because I know damn well your ass would boot ninety percent of them before they even had a second to breathe."
We shared a nice laugh as we continued walking into the darkness brought about by the night, unafraid of what might be lurking inside, as we had each other at our backs.