Your a Horse!!!!!

I was walking through the woods not a year ago, just behind my Uncle’s house. It was dark out, just after dusk, but I felt unafraid. I knew these woods, and there was nothing in them more threatening than a fox, so I continued down to my spot down by the creek where I go to when I want to think. Sometimes I’ll even sleep down there. I reached the flat rock that was buried flush with the ground right up on the creeks edge, and started building up a small fire with some sticks and fire wood that I kept down there. In no time at all there was a nice fire going, and me there roasting a hotdog. My life feels boring, nothing ever happens to me. I’m not particularly smart or athletic, though I am on the football team, and in the “harder” classes. Coming out here makes me different from other people; I’m unafraid of being alone in the dark where others would be.
As the hotdog is starting to sizzle, I hear something. A twig snapped, and I think that it must be a raccoon or something like that, maybe even a deer if I’m lucky, so I stare into the shadows where I think the noise came from. For several moments, nothing happens, but as I take a bite out of my hotdog a light shines.
Dam! I think. I hadn’t considered that it might be human, and I’m not supposed to be out this late. I start to get up, but stop as the light draws into the clearing of trees. My first thought is that it’s a horse, a horse so white that the moonlight reflects off of it like snow on a sunny day, but looking closer I realize that it has a horn. It’s a unicorn!
“Please, sit down.” Says the unicorn, and although I didn’t see it move, save for the swish of it’s tail, the voice couldn’t have been anyone else.
“Whoa, you just talked. A unicorn just talked to me.”
“Yes, I am a unicorn, in fact I am one of the last. There are only five unicorns left, and they are all female, like me. I fear we will die out before too long.”
“Well that’s horrible,” I say, taking a bite out of my hotdog. “I wish I could help you, but…”
“Oh, but you can,” she says, eyes sparkling. “That is why I’m here tonight. I’ve been watching you, and I think you’re perfect.”
I swallow the rest of my hotdog, using the time to think. I can see already where this is going, this imaginary creature is going to have me go on a quest or something, just like some sort of gay dungeons and dragons deal, and I’ll wake up next to my fire after having dozed off before I’m even halfway done doing whatever she asks me to do.
“Sure,” I say. “What can I do to help you”
The unicorn looks away, as if it were suddenly shy, but then looks me in the eye.
“I need you to become a unicorn. Believe me when I say this is a last resort, but if you’re willing to help, I will turn you into a unicorn, and you will breed with me. If you accept, there will be no turning back, and the process itself will be long.”
I stare at her, trying to figure out if this is really a dream, she certainly looks real. Still, I suppose I must be dreaming, or hallucinating. What can the harm be Besides, this might be sexy. I’ve only just started high school, and I haven’t been getting much action, so what’s the harm in some fantasy.
“Ok…so if I accepted, how would I become a unicorn, what would happen.”
“Well, magic users for centuries have used unicorn hair, horns, and blood in their magic, greatly increasing the potency of their power and potions. Many great and terrible things have been done through the use of unicorns, and as a result of the demand for unicorn the numbers of unicorns dropped from hunting. Still, no magic user has discovered this secrete. Unicorn milk also has great magic potential, and if drunk by a human, who is not yet fully grown, it will turn them into a unicorn. You must drink my milk every night, until what I have is not enough to fill you, for until then you will not truly be a unicorn. I do not know how long it will take, but I am lactating tonight, and, unless you help me, tonight only. You need not worry about being hunted yourself, for the males of our species resemble horses, and do not have the distinguishing horn. We shall protect you and take you to a safe place once the transformation is complete.”
“Wait, so I’m your races only chance”
“It would appear so.”
I look into the fire. “Well then I guess I have no choice then. What do I do.”
She walks over to me, the clop of her hooves on the rock echoing through the woods.
“You must drink, as the young of our species do.”
I kneel down beside her, and examine her soft white underbelly. Indeed, there are two nipples under each of her rear legs. Reaching up in a sudden act of free will and carelessness I put my face against her fur, latched onto the nearest black nipple, and began sucking. Immediately gushes of hot, thick, and creamy milk start pulling out as I suck, now enormously hungry and thirsty. The unicorn sighs from relief as the pressure is released, but very quickly I start becoming full. It’s almost as if the milk had expanded in my stomach, and now rests like lead.
“Very good, and thank you. My milk is very nutritious, so you may not have much of an appetite, even though you will be experiencing a great deal of growth, and I would ask that you not eat anything so as to save as much room as possible for tomorrow night. I will see you tomorrow, little one. Go back to bed.”
“Ok…” I say, suddenly very drowsy from the warm, filling milk. I decide that I might as well sleep outside tonight, and I set my watch to wake me up early, so that I can slip into my bedroom before my uncle gets up.
“Sweet dreams little one.”
The next morning I wake up to the beeping of my watch. I had fallen asleep on the rock, up against the firewood.
That was a heck of a dream, I think. Standing up, I brush myself off, and kick the ashes from the fire into the creek. Quickly, I sneak back into my room, and head into the hall to use the restroom. I pull down my pants to go number one, but very quickly find that I can’t find my penis. A thrill of panic runs through me, was that dream real Did that unicorn turn me into a woman I look down, and realize that my dick isn’t gone, to my relief, but rather hidden inside a sheath of skin with the head just barely sticking out. The head of my penis is huge, and from my time on the internet I realize it’s a horses penis. The area around my penis his covered in quarter inch long, thick brown hair, as well as the inside of my legs. My ball sac has become leathery and black, as well as my penis, and my balls themselves have practically doubled in size, now the size of large walnuts.
Damn, I think. How am I gonna piss The angle is all wrong, unless I wanted to arch it into the toilet. Maybe I can give myself a chubby, so I can have a little play to aim with. And so I start rubbing the head and thinking sexual thoughts. Almost immediately my new penis starts expanding and sliding out of it’s pouch, so I stop masturbating, and with a foot long flaccid cock I piss like a race horse into the toilet, literally.
Shit, I think. That was definitely not a dream then, unless I’ve just gone crazy and I’m in a rubber room right now. I don’t think I’m crazy, so what am I gonna do I sit down on the toilet seat. Well, I guess I go with it. She did say I was her only hope, and I made a deal. Besides, who’ll miss me And what do I have to look forward to in life except a low paying job Heck, like I said, this could be sexy, correct that, is sexy.
I look down at my shrinking cock, and I get an idea. Might as well test the new system ,I think, since I might not have hands for long. Taking out the hand lotion from the cabinet, I squirt a large amount into my hands after setting aside a pile of unrolled toilet paper. Rubbing my hands together, I start massaging my member, and it immediately responds to me by extending more and more. I realize I made a miscalculation on how much lotion I’ll need, and fill my hands up with more. Very quickly I have a rock hard boner, and it has to be at least two and a half feet long, almost as thick as my wrist, and reaches up to my mouth. I can’t pass this opportunity up, so I wash off the top end of my dick in the tub, then start sucking it. The head is huge, I have to open up all the way to fit it in, and then I start massaging the shaft while sucking the end, licking the piss hole and the head, and trying to deep throat it, though the angle is all wrong for that. It’s definitely not a human cock, and looks a whole a lot different than my cock had before I met the unicorn, the head being bumpy instead of smooth, and my sheath that had been hiding most of my cock had extended out with it, connected to the middle of my dick, creating a two layer appearance.
BANG BANG BANG. “Jake! You in there” asks my uncle.
I take my dick out of my mouth, “Yeah, just dropping a duce.”
“Ok, I’ll use the other bathroom then.”
I let out a sigh, wait a minute, then resume my attentions. After a while I feel myself about ready to cum, so I quickly stand up, still sucking and massaging, and then grab the wad of toilet paper.
It’s all I can do to keep from yelling as an explosion of cum streams out and hits the toilet paper. The stream keeps going for a few seconds, running off the toilet paper and into the open toilet, then a second wave hits and fresh gust of cum fills the toilet. The toilet paper had been woefully inadequate for the amount of cum, but luckily I had held the wad over the toilet. I then get into the shower, after flushing what had seemed like a cup of cum down the toilet, and clean myself up including my new horse cock, which slowly retreats back into it’s sheath.
Skipping breakfast,(I’m not hungry anyway), I head out to work. My new penis and balls, even though my penis has mostly retreated into my body and sheath, has made a large bulge, and since it’s anatomy forces it to aim upwards it appears that I have a hard on, so I had to un-tuck my shirt and fill my pockets with junk. I get to the local grocery store alright, and clock in for a long shift of selling and bagging groceries. I was doing fine until I started thinking about last night and this morning in the bathroom, and I start to get a boner.
Oh no, I think, but my situation only makes me harder. I try to think about other things, but the presence of my new horse cock pressing up against my skin counteracts all my efforts. My dick, because it’s a horses dick, lays flat against my belly, and reaches higher up than my human one, so it's already past past my buckle as it is. The problem is, however, as it grows in size is starts to arch out, so I take the red tape that we use for marking items outside of the bags, pull out a long strip, and tape my penis to my chest. I repeat this two more times, and to anyone watching it only looks like I’m putting tape up my shirt and on my chest. I lean forward a little too, to help disguise any bulge.
Uh oh, I think, running out of shirt. And I really am. As my new huge penis is enlarging, its now working its way up my collar, and showing no sign of stopping. I turn off my light, indicating line closed, bag up the little old lady in line faster than I ever have bagged before, then I race off to the bathrooms. Just as I close the stall, my penis pokes out of the collar and keeps going, still not completely rigid.
Dam, I don’t remember it being this big before. Could it still be growing It finally levels off at about three feet, and is now just above my head.
“I can help you with that.” Says a woman’s voice from outside my stall, and the stall door opens. Standing there is Jessica, a fellow employee that I’ve always thought was hot. “I had heard some things, but nothing like that,” she says, motioning to my swaying dick, obviously very turned on by it.
“This is the men’s room, besides, what if someone comes in”
“Don’t worry, I told the manager that you looked like you had the flu, and I’m here to make sure you’re ok, but maybe not here I won’t tell anyone about it if you come to my house, we can tell Tom that I’m driving you home. I need to have that cock in me.”
“Sure.” I agree, eager. “But I need to get rid of this boner.”
“Just think non-sexy thoughts, and hurry up please.”
“Easy for you to say,” but I concentrate anyway, and after a minute my penis has shrunken enough to be hidden again when I bend over a little.
At her house, her mom and dad are obviously away.
“Yeah, they’re at work, and neither will be back for at least five more hours.” She says when I ask. “Now let's see that cock!” and she pulls my shirt off, and I step out of my pants. My cock has withered a little from the ride, but is still out of its sheath. I notice that my balls too have become substantially larger.
“Omigod, it’s just like a horse’s.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” I reply, but am cut short as she grabs it and puts it in her mouth. She has obviously done this before, if not for this large a cock, and I’m back to full mast once more. I have to lay down for her to keep at it, and right before she stops she sucks my dick into her mouth, taking me deep down into her throat.
“Now me,” she orders, “but don’t let me cum, not yet.” I get down and start teasing her cunt. I find that it’s already hot, the lips have puffed up and spread apart slightly, and a small dribble of cum is leaking out. I tease her a little at first, flicking my tongue across her folds, then go for gold, digging out her clit from beneath her hood, and swirling my tongue around it. Immediately her back arches, pressing her snatch into my face, and she cries out from the sudden over stimulation of her little love button.
“If you liked that, you’d love this.” I say, in between sliding my tongue up and down her slit and licking her clit. I begin multitasking while still keeping at her clit, with her jerking and rubbing her nipples, and I slip a finger into her vagina, then two fingers. Dam, she’s tighter than a virgin, I think, but am still able to spread my two fingers apart inside her, straining my hand with the tension, and begin steadily massaging the wall of her vagina that’s right against her belly, pressing and rubbing against the lesser know bump that is the g-spot. She screams in pleasure, unable to contain herself, and thrusts her pelvis in the air with a humping motion, trying to trigger the overwhelming need to cum, and cum hard, but right then I stop, leaving her writhing on her mattress in a frightening amount of frustration.
She reaches up and grabs me forcibly by the shoulders, digging her nails into me, and pulls me on top of her, my mammoth cock pressing against her hot skin and in between her breasts.
“Why! Why’d you stop!!!” but she doesn’t wait for an answer, rolling me onto my side, and scooting up to position herself on top of my dick.

“FUCK ME!!!” she cries, shaking with the need to cum and lack of stimulus. She slides up the matress and aims the head of my dick at her opening.
I comply, and apply force, pressing my huge head up against her slick pussy lips. At first it doesn’t seem that I’ll fit inside, but after a bit more force her lips part, and I’m in about an inch. We join hands, and pull ourselves together, slowly inch by inch burying my member into her incredibly tight pussy, until nearly thirteen inches are inside her.
“I want it all.” She says, pushing hard against me. So I pull out a few inches, then ram back in, planting deeper inside her and making her writhe. She lets go of my hands, and I pull back again to slam another inch into her, and now I finally hit a wall, her cervix.
“Deeper Jake! Come on!” I oblige, and pull back a full six inches, then slam into her cervix. She clenchs on my dick and squirms, I’m now close enough to hold her beautiful breasts, and I lean in to hug them. Once more I pull back and hit her cervix, and now I feel it start to give way. It’s starting to open, and I quickly draw back again and slam into it again and again. The third times the charm, and just like her pussy, her cervix spreads wide and I slide all the way in and bottom out in her cervix, though I haven’t reached the bottom of my dick. Jessica orgasms, screaming in pleasure and pain, and squeezes my penis like nothing ever has before. After she releases my dick, I begin pumping, the tight seal causing a large amount of friction, despite her wetness, and her belly inflates and deflates with each pump. I fuck like a wild animal, going faster and in longer pulls that I ever have before. In only a few minutes, I feel my balls begin to tighten when I feel her about to orgasm again, and in seconds she clamps onto me, right as my orgasm hits. My penis explodes with come, but can’t be pressed back because of the force with which Jessica is gripping me, and neither can the come go around my dick. Her already overinflated belly expands like a balloon, and I keep cumming, not twice, but three times.
“Oh, ohhhhhhhh.” She moans, rubbing her belly. She looks as if she swallowed a small mellon, and we lay there , still joined, until my dick slowly starts to shrink. When I pull it out, our cum runs out like a faucet, and onto the bed.
“That was incredible Jake, I haven’t been laid in weeks, and that was one hell of a lay. Thank you.”
“No, thank you. Just don’t tell anyone, this was between you and me.” Then I get out of bed, dress, and leave her house. When I get into my car, I feel like the whole interior may have shrunk, and I have to scoot the seat back all the way.
“Huh, I must be growing.”
I drive home, and spend the rest of the day watching TV and surfing the internet. When it’s near six, I call in work, and tell them that I won’t be able to work tomorrow, and possibly for the next week, and shortly after my uncle gets home and plops down in front of the television.
“Hey, Jake” he asks as I pass through the living room to the kitchen. “You growing a pony tail”
In a moment of panick and stupidity, I grab my ass to see if a tail had sprouted.
“No, ya idjit, I ment your hair. You high or something”
I reach up and feel the back of my neck, and discover a line of soft hair growing there, a mane. My uncle has mistaken it in the dark for a pony tail.
“Yeah, didn’t you notice” I respond. He just grunts, and I head back into the kitchen to eat, then remember the unicorns advice, and head back up to my room.
I wait in my room until I hear him head to bed, then wait a little longer until it’s almost completely dark out. Again I sneak out, and head to the same spot as last night. When I get there I find the fire already going, and the unicorn already waiting.
“How are you young one”
“I’m fine, and your milk is working too if you’re asking.” I take off my shirt and pants to show her the changes.
“This is very good, and a good sign that the changes started in your loins. Did you eat or drink today”
“Not really.”
“Then you must be hungry,” she says, eyes sparkling in a smile. “Please use the other nipple, it would comfort the pressure, and I would like to try and keep it somewhat even.” She presents her other side to me, and I walk up to her and again kneel. I find the nipple much more quickly, and immediately start suckling the thick, rich milk out, warm streams of it flowing down my throat. I drink for a much longer time, eager to fill my belly, and soon find that I can’t drink any more. With a stomach full of liquid, I again lie by the fire, sleepy from the large dinner of warm milk.
“You know, I never asked you your name,” I say, yawning.
“My name is Lenail. Now rest, and grow little one.” She nuzzles my cheek, and I slowly drift off to a dreamless sleep.

The next day I wake up with a start. I had forgotten to set my watch, so uncle must have noticed I had gone, but since this isn’t very unusual for me, I calm down quickly. I then realize I had neglected to put my cloths back on after showing the unicorn my body, and I look down at myself with a start and stand up. Coarse dark brown fur has grown over all of my body, and my muscle definition has increased greatly. I get up, and find that my hearing has improved, and my sight seems more spread out than before. Feeling a light brush on my legs, I look behind me and see a black horses tail swishing. Feeling my head, my face feels normal, but the hair on the top of my head has shortened, with exception to a mane of hair running along the back of my head and my neck. Also I feel that my ears have migrated to the top of my head, and are now the ears of a horse.. I walk over to a pool of water, and as luck would have it there isn’t any breeze to ripple the puddle. My face is indeed the same, though covered in brown hair and a little bit wider. My mane is also black, to match my tail.
I walk over to my pile of cloths, and find that they don’t fit anymore. The size is wrong, my muscles, limbs, chest, and everything are now thicker and bigger, and also a little off in the dimensions. I’m too tall, my arms are too long, and my chest too wide.
That magic stuff sure was busy while I was asleep. I think. I can’t go back home. Uncle will probably send out a search party, but mostly he’ll be relieved to be free of me.
I decide to go and try to find where the unicorn is staying, and start off into the woods. Everything feels different, the way things sound and look, the smells, the feel of the breeze. I feel free. Even walking feels different, as if my bones had changed shape slightly, which they probably had. I know of a nice little clearing a little ways away that I like to go to as well, so that I can watch the rabbits, and head there. After a quick jog over, I find the clearing, but no unicorn. I walk out into the middle, and sit down in the tall grass. A rabbit comes out of a hole right next to me, and hops past me as if I wasn’t there, or maybe it knew that I wasn’t a threat somehow. A sound, a snort, comes from my right, and my ears angle toward it automatically.
“Is that you Lenail You know, you’re not very quite.”
“I’m quite when I want to be. I’m simply announcing my presence so that I won’t startle you. Why aren’t you at your home”
“Because I can’t go back if I look like this. It was going to happen eventually you know, and if I had gone back today, I would be in a metal room with scientists looking all over me right now.”
“Then it is good that you didn’t go back. Would you like to follow me to where we’ll be staying nowIt’s a farm quite a ways away, and the people there have been secretly housing unicorns for generations. It’s sort of a hotel, if you will, and you can stay as long as you like when we get there. It’ll take several days though.”
“Then we should get started.”
As we are walking, the unicorn pointing the way, she startles me by asking, “Who was that girl you slept with yesterday” I choke.
“How did you know”
“I could smell it on you of course. It’s not a bad thing at all, if you think I’m mad. I think that it’s very good that you had sex with a human one last time before you became entirely a unicorn. You may even do it again, if you're lucky, but probably not in the near future, as you must impregnate all of the unicorns first.”
“I have a question, if male unicorns look like regular horses, then how do you know that there are no more male unicorns”

“That’s a very good question little one. Male unicorns do greatly resemble horses, but there are a few things that set them apart. One, they generally are very strong, fast, and agile by horse standards, are a little more elegant, almost with an elvish quality to them, they are incapable of impregnating a horse, are capable of impregnating a unicorn, and they can talk, but the easiest and most effective way to tell is the way they smell. You can just smell it, at least if you’re a female unicorn that is.”
“Oh, do I smell like a male unicorn then”
“Yes, very much so.”
After about four hours of walking, with short periods of rest every hour, I feel a gurgle in my stomach.
“I’m hungry, can we stop”
“Of course.”
We stop, and while I drink more of her milk, filling my belly like a balloon, she eats the grass, flowers, and plants nearby.
“You’re getting much bigger, you nearly emptied me on the left side.”
“I think I might vomit if I walk with a full belly like this. I’m getting sleepy again, could we just stop for a quick nap Warm milk makes me so tired.”
“Yes, I could use the time to eat. Sweet dreams little one.”
I wake up and try to stand up again. I find that I can’t, and fall down onto my hands. Looking down, I see that hooves have replaced my hands, and that my entire bone-structure had shifted as I slept. My face feels elongated, and I can see in a nearly 350 degree radius. However, next to Lenail, I’m still very small and weak.
“How long was I out!” I say in garbled English.
“Only about eight hours, you’re growth is accelerating, but you still need to put on a lot of weight. Can you walk” I nod standing up on all fours. Surprisingly it’s easier than I expected, my head is level, my arms have elongated, and all my joints have rearranged, especially my hind legs, which have switched direction at the knee.
“Let’s get going young one, or we’ll never make it to the farm.”

We travel far faster with me on all fours, even though I’m still humanish in appearance, with Lenail’s glow lighting the way in the dark. My endurance has increased, I’m faster, stronger, and it felt like my lungs are huge. We ran for another seven hours, with many breaks, and made a lot of progress, but for all my new strength it was clear that Lenail was waiting for me, leading me like a bumbling child, not even breathing hard. At last we stop for the night, though dawn is breaking.
“I must rest, I’m very sleepy child.” She says to me, stopping near a road, the first we’ve come across ever since going into the woods last morning.
“If you’re hungry, drink now. I’m going to lie down.”
I nuzzle up to her nipple, unable to answer her now because my vocal cords have changed. My elongated face is much more adapt at reaching the nipple, and I quickly drain it. It felt like it held a gallon. Still, however, I’m not full, and I move to the other. I become pleasantly full of milk before she runs out, and we both lay down in the grass under a tree together.
I awake to Lenail nudging me with a hoof. I get off the ground, heavily, and I feel a lot bigger. Standing straight up, I realize I’m almost as big as Lenail, and my footing feels much surer.
“You are starting to look the part, little one. We will need to cross this road, and then it’s only a half day’s journey to the farm.” I only nod back at her. “What is it” she asks, sounding worried. “Why don’t you talk”
“I don’t know how to,” I think.
“Yes you do, you just did.”
“You mean you heard that My thoughts”
“Yes, but I’ll only hear the thoughts you want me to hear. If you ever want to talk to humans, however, then prepare to be disappointed, most humans won’t be able to hear you. That’s what makes you so special, and part of what makes this family we’re about to meet so special.”
“Ok…What’s that smell”
Lenail sniffs. “Thunder. Let’s hurry.”
We reach the road, and gallop across. We’re now in a cornfield, and sprint the last leg of out journey. In about eight hours, I see a collection of building on the horizon, but just then the rain hits like waves of buckets, and we stop beneath a small collection of trees, just off the edge of another field. It’s the afternoon, and very hot and humid, even with the rain. Both of us are sweating and dripping wet, and Lenail stops next to a small creek and drinks from it. Realizing my own thirst, I join her, and bow my head to drink, but Lenail gently blocks me with her head.
“Oh, sorry, forgot. May I have some milk”
“Would I say no” she answers, laughing.
I need to once more kneel to reach her nipple I’ve grown so much, and I drain the first one after a few minutes of guzzling. She seems to have even more milk than before, but I too have more room in my stomach. Pulling at her other nipple, I drain every last bit, with a little room to spare.
“Congratulations little one, the transformation is complete.” I stand up and realize that I’ve been taller than her for a while now, by several hands, and am definitely heavier.
“Race you there!” I say, and sprint off like the wind, hooves pounding the soft earth and sending mud into the air behind me. Amazingly, Lenail is able to keep up, being very nimble and light on her feet. She seems almost to glide across the ground, and I can see her at all times is my near 360 vision. After what seems like only a few minutes of running in the rain, a large farm house, a barn, and a two silos appear out of nowhere in front of us.
“Lets go see if they’re home, shall we” says Lenail.
We trot over to the door and Lenail nuzzles the doorbell. After a few moments footsteps arrive, and an ancient, chubby grandfather opens the door. He wipes the condensation from his glasses, then looks at us again.
“Darla! We’ve got a horse and a unicorn out here in the rain! Come help me dry them off and settle them in. Let me show you two to the stables.”
The old man walks over to a small stout building on the other side of the barn, and opens the door for us. We walk in, steam rising off our backs, and pad across the loose dirt and hay floor to the stalls. A teenage girl bursts in behind us.
“Grandpa! Where’s the unicorn What’s her name”
“Her name’s Lenail sweetie, if you remember her, but right now they need to be rubbed down, they’ve been running in the rain. I’m afraid we can’t cool you two down though,” he adds, addressing us. “Not enough room in the stable.”
“Actually, we’re both unicorns.” Corrects Lenail.
The old man walks up to me with a towel as if he didn’t hear nothing, but the teenager stops dead.
“Grandpa, Lenail just said that they’re both unicorns! A male unicorn!!! Where did you find him Lenail”
“Less talk, more rub.” Says the old man as he begins drying me off. “Quite the handsome young man you found though Lenail. He must be seventeen hands tall, and in very good condition.” After toweling us dry, they show us to separate stalls, put a hay bale in each and a bag of oats, and fill the troughs with water.
“Thank you.” We both say in unison.
“They said thanks grandpa, now can you tell us where you found him”
“I found him not far from here, but he was a young man only a few days ago. There were no more males in the world, I’m sure of that now, so he volunteered to become one.”
“No way! Can I become a unicorn too Pleeeease”
“I’m sorry, but this was a one time thing, and it had to be a male. I chose him. Besides, you’d miss being human, and you’d miss your family and talking to your grandpa.”
She looks at her feet, “I guess, but I still wana.” She turns to me. “What’s your name,” she asks me.
“Jake.” I answer.
“Nice to meet you Jake, my name’s Darla. Is there anything more you need”
“I wouldn’t know, I’m new to this frankly.” I reply.
“Nothing more, thank you both.” says Lenail.
“No problem, We’ll see you both in the morning, looks like we’re gonna have to sit this one out, hope there’s no tornado.”
“G’night you two,” says the grandpa, and he shuts the doors, closing off the driving rain.
“Do I really have to eat straw” I ask Lenail.
“It’s hay, and yes, you need to eat it. It’s good for you. You should get some solids into your system anyway, so eat up.” She herself takes a mouthful of hay, careful not to hit her horn on the wall, and begins chewing it. Sighing, I too take a bite of hay, and find it not at all bad tasting. I also take drinks of water every once in while between mouthfuls of hay.
“What’s that smell.” I say, nostrils flaring. “It smells good.”
“I don’t smell anything.” She answers, though she walks out of her stall and over to mine.
“I think it’s you,” I say. As she moves closer the smell gets stronger, and my penis pokes out of it’s sheath. “I think you’re in heat.”
“Ooo, that’s very good timing then. I wasn’t sure myself.” My cock is getting longer, and is now pointing at the ground, about a foot long. I can’t help but snort and stamp a hoof, the smell is very arousing.
She doesn’t even need to say anything, I back out and she turns around. Her vulva is opening and closing, dribbling liquid, and my dick becomes as hard as it’s going to get. I walk up to her, sniffing her opening, then probe my tongue into her vagina. My tongue is now quite long, and I dip it all the way into her, causing her to shudder, and her vagina opens up all the more. I then rear up, gently laying down on her back, and walk myself forward until the tip of my member is touching her vagina. I then arch into her, breaking right through her hymen. She whinies right as the thunder crashes, and in one more thrust I’m buried completely inside her, all three feet of me, my member buzzing in the steaming hot hole of her vagina.
“Are you alright I ask.” But I get no more out as her vagina starts contracting rhythmically on my dick, massaging it and pulling it deeper. I immediately start pumping, pulling nearly all the way out, then slamming back in, pulling at her vagina with tremendous force. Faster and faster I pump, stretching her with every powerful thrust and retreat, and slamming in to the hilt. I feel like an animal, thrusting in and out so powerfully and quickly. It seems to last forever, and at the same time all too quickly I feel myself about to cum, and my tennis ball sized balls clamp down. Her orgasm hits first though, and she clenches down impossibly hard on me, but I don’t stop thrusting until I cum like a fire hose, pressing the tip of my dick up against her cervix. I feel her uterus fill up, but before I'm done cumming a second wave hits, my body involuntarily shuddering, causing her to also spasm again as her sensitive genitals’ are becoming stretched by the pressure of my cum. Her clamping only serves to send wave three of cum crashing in, completely filling and stretching her uterus, and leaking past my penis. I thrust upwards one more time, again over stimulating out genitals, and we both come one last time, her squeezing and spazming vagina holding back all of our cum.

We stand there, me still on her back, and still hard inside of her. Oddly, I’m not exhausted like I should be, and without warning she clamps down on me again, sucking the lingering cum out of my dick, and with that I begin fucking her again, the pulling and pushing causing cum to squirt and fly from her full vagina. All the way in, then back out, all the way in, and back out of her deep, warm, tunnel of a vagina. She somehow stays stable on her feet the entire time. With one last thrust, pressing up against her cervix again, I empty my balls completely, cumming for a full ten seconds and expanding her uterus to well over twice it’s normal size, while at the same time her vagina spasms with astounding strength once more on my cock, pressing all of the cum out of it with enough force to keep me cumming for the full ten seconds, right up until I actually run out of cum, and the feeling of my balls completely empty sends a shockwave of oversensitive pleasure through my entire body, making me shiver.
She walks away from me, sliding my cock out to let it hand, steaming hot. To my surprise, only a slight dribble of our cum leaks out of her vagina.
“I think your cum is trapped inside my uterus Jason.” Says Lenail. “You must have forced it open, and now it’s clamped shut.”
“All the better I think, there’s no way that that didn’t get you pregnant.”
“We’ll have to make sure though, Jake. Every night that I’m in heat.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I reply. “Still, I thought that you said there would be other unicorns.”
“In time, young one. I’ll send for them tomorrow. For now, I want you to focus on me, then you may impregnate the others.”
I yawn. “You were very good, thank you, it was an amazing experience. And thank you for turning me into a unicorn.”
“No, thank you. I enjoyed it more than I could ever have imagined. Now let us rest for tomorrow young one.”

To be an Assassin (5)

Author's Note: Yes, it usually is a good idea to read these!

So yeah, this really badly needs revising. The whole story. I need to put what they look like in the beginning, Mordock needs to change a bit.... Actually, a lot. And the relationship Calsa has with Jerako needs to change something fierce. But I gotta stick with it. I don't know how this story will end, so I'm in the same boat as the rest of you. When the ending hits me, then I'll revise it. For now, hope you can forgive how badly this wanders. But I do know that this is the quiet before the storm. Trying to come to terms with the fate of the characters. I'm almost crying knowing what Calsa's about to go through, but something has to happen to make her snap. And I hope the world is ready for it.






Calsa woke slowly. Every muscle in her body ached. She took a deep breath as she opened her eyes slowly. She was laying on her stomach, her arms clenched tightly around the pillow, the blanket just above her lower back. Her brow furrowed when she realized she was naked... and in Alt's bed.

Memories from the previous day sprang to her mind suddenly. She squirmed as she remembered what she and Alt had done. She could feel the stinging scratches he had given her along her side. All his bites were livid on her skin. She let out a slow breath, wondering what was going to happen now. She'd spent so long playing a boy that she almost believed it.

Gradually, stiffly, Calsa slipped from the bed. She fished out a tunic from her drawer, pulling it over her head with a low groan. She'd taken the final ritual twice in one day, gotten away without any injury each time, only be bruised and scratched up by her teacher. She truly didn't know how she felt about all of it. She'd made herself forget that they had ever been together before, made herself forget that she'd ever wanted to be with him.

Her stomach growled angrily, stopping her thoughts. She could smell food. Alt was apparently cooking something. Gulping the dry lump in her throat, she left the bedroom into the mainroom. Peering around the corner, she peeked into the kitchen.

Alt wore his pants, his thick, powerful torso bare. She'd seen him shirtless a million times, but now her body tingled to see his tanned skin. She blushed when she saw the scratches she'd given him along his back. He'd cleaned them since they had drawn blood.

"Finally awake?" She was startled when he glanced at her, knowing she was there though she hadn't made a sound.

"Kind of," she responded softly. She slipped closer to him to see what he was making.

He grunted, suddenly wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her against his body. She gasped, uncertain. "I'm sure you're hungry." His voice was somehow different. Before, he'd always spoken down to her. He'd always had a certain tone, stern and all knowing, but now it was soft, informal.

Calsa nodded without a word. Her body so perfectly nestled into his side. She found her head leaning against his shoulder, not even remembering having relaxed. He turned slightly, tenderly kissing her lips. She kissed back, thinking it felt so strange and yet so perfect.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked softly, his large hand slipping up to gently caress her hair.

"Sore," she admitted quietly, blushing a little.

He smiled. "Well, that's to be expected. I tried to wake you up yesterday so you could stretch, but you were pretty adamant on not opening your eyes."

"Yesterday?" Calsa glanced at him.

He nodded, still smiling at her. "You've been asleep a whole day and two nights." He turned to remove the food from the heating coil, using a wooden spoon to scrap it all into a steaming heap on a plate. "I'm sure taking the ritual twice was draining." He handed her the plate, ruffling her hair fondly.

She looked up to his eyes. They were different like his tone, softer. She looked down, taking the plate from him. She sat down at the small table. He sat in the opposite chair, still smiling at her. She just stared at her food despite how hungry she was.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "What happens now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He raised a brow. "You're Ha'trin now. You come with me on all my assignments until I think you can go solo...."

She shook her head. "I don't mean that." Her eyes met his.

He sat there silently, looking at her. He finally took a deep breath, turning his eyes away. "I hadn't thought that far ahead," he admitted quietly. They sat in silence for a moment. It was agonizing. Then he looked up her. "I guess it all depends on what you want to happen now."

Calsa thought. She thought long and hard. She could tell Alt was doing one of his little meditations to help with his patience. He had to do that a lot. She'd been a stubborn student, at least for the first year.

"I... I don't know," she whispered. She leaned back in the chair. She kept staring at her food. Her body was begging for it, but she didn't feel like eating.

"What don't you know?" Alt asked gently.

She let out a breath. "You're the best thing to happen to me since I became an orphan. This place is my home. I don't want that to change."

She glanced up at him when he moved, coming to kneel in front of her. He laid his hand against her face, staring deeply into her pale orbs. "That won't ever change. Whether you want us to continue as we were or as we were the other night, I'll always be here for you, this will always be your home. Those won't change."

Calsa smiled. Alt stood, ruffling her hair again. "You should eat. We can talk more later." He turned away to go back into the bedroom but stopped a moment, looking at her over his shoulder. "Oh, and while you were out, Jerako passed his ritual. Since he's your friend, I thought you'd like to know."

When he was no longer in her sight, she dug into the food like it was last meal she was ever going have. By the time Alt had emerged from the room fully dressed, she'd finished her food and was already sprawled out on the couch asleep. The tunic she wore barely covered her long, slender legs, having been pushed up to just below her ass.

He had to resist the urge to kneel down next to her and wake her with his teeth, nipping and biting her. Instead, he gently covered her with the blanket on the back of the couch. He remembered after he had taken his ritual, he'd slept for days, his body having to adjust to losing all its inherent magic. He wouldn't dare wake her now. So he caressed her hair fondly before standing to leave.

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Calsa woke slowly, her whole body still aching. But her instincts told that there was a strange presence in the house. She opened her eyes, peering around the room. It was dark. She slowly sat up, realizing she'd fallen asleep on the couch.

Something moved in the shadows, making her stare intently at the corner. The fire in the hearth made all the shadows in the room dance, but there was one in particular that didn't move like the rest. Before her eyes, the shadow moved, oozing along the ground, silently coming to pool near her feet.

"Mordock?" Calsa whispered, not sure if it was who she thought it was. She backed up against the couch, her hand groping for a weapon, any weapon, on the small table beside the couch.

The shadow shot up, suddenly becoming solid, forming into a humanoid face. "I'm surprised you knew," Mordock said quietly, his body forming rapidly until he was standing before her fully solid.

"I was guessing," she admitted, relieved. "Why are you here?"

"Grand Master Sanlis told us he had information about the anti-shifting device," he responded, his eyes quickly flicking over to the bedroom door to make sure that Alt was asleep. "So I volunteered to come and look. It is truly a wondrous discovery. It will go a long way to helping us, and in helping me convince more of my kin to help in this war." He then moved to sit beside her on the couch, letting out a sigh. "But really I wanted to come make sure you were alright."

Calsa looked at him carefully. He seemed genuinely concerned for her, which was an unusual thing coming from a shadowshifter. "I passed my test," she said, smiling. "I had to take it twice."

Mordock grunted, a hint of fondness in his eyes. "I had no doubt. I knew you could. When you meet so many people, and live as long as I have, you learn to see things in people. You can almost see their future."

"Can you?" Calsa blinked in surprise. "See the future, I mean?"

He smiled a little. "I wish. Would make things simpler as much as it would complicate matters."

For a moment, Calsa stared at him, not sure what he meant. "Is my mother alright?"

Mordock nodded, giving Calsa some relief. "She's well. My kin in charge is keeping her safe. He made sure the Templiks stopped torturing her, told them if she has not talked yet, then there's nothing she knows. They bought that. If he keeps up with that story, then they'll eventually see fit to release her. You'll see her soon enough, little one."

Calsa leaned over, giving him a kiss on his cheek. He raised a brow at her, but didn't respond. He, as all his kin, spent their existences around humanoids; he knew their customs.

"That's for being so nice to me," she whispered, blushing lightly.

"It's rare to find one like you, little Calsa. I do what I can for those who deserve it." He stood then, going to the fire mantle. There were various sculptures of gods and goddesses that her species worshiped there. Mordock reached out and took one that was very obviously female. "Tazono, goddess of harvest," he said idly while he toyed with it.

"Dear Calsa, do you know why there has only been one other female Ha'trin since they started the draining ritual?" He did not turn to look at her, his eyes still on the statue he held.

She shook her head, but realized he wouldn't see it. "Something about women can't lose their magic? But I did."

"Not quite," he said, his voice just barely above a whisper. "Women are vessels for all that exists. Women take, amplify, and then release back into the world something more than what they received." He glanced at her, noting her confusion. "Take, for example, life. It's really a very simple matter. They take the life force from the man, drawing it into their own bodies. They nurture that energy, they amplify it, let it grow, and then release it back into the world as another being. It is also why women are so emotional, they take the emotional energies they sense around them and amplify it. So, too, do they do with magic. It's why if you were to take a male and a female of the same magical knowledge, the woman will always be more powerful. Men excel at all they do with their bodies, with the physical things in the world. Women, they take into themselves the power that exists around them and put it back out greater than what they were given."

He gently set the statue back on the mantle. "You have lost your own magic. That is a very dangerous thing for a woman. Now, it is not your magic that you should fear. It is the magic of others."

Calsa blinked, still bewildered. "What do you mean, exactly?" she asked cautiously, her eyes narrowing.

Mordock looked at her. "You can draw the magic out of others. You can hold it in your body, amplify it, and release it with a disastrous ferocity. Since you have no magic of your own, you will start to leech it out of others. Among the Ha'trin, there is no threat of this. But should you face a Ha'tinre, I just wanted to warn you to be careful. The only other female Ha'trin in their history became corrupted by this power she was able to wield. She turned to the Ha'tinre, became one of them instead. She would draw out their magic and use it to do terrible things. I see in your eyes there is no such greed in you, but there is still a desire for vengeance. Heed your Master. Do not fall to such emotions."

"How do you know about that?" Calsa asked, a little shocked.

Mordock shrugged. "I'm old. I've been around."

"You knew her, didn't you?"

Again Mordock shrugged. "I did. I saw her go insane with the power she had. Lacking her own magic which would have kept what she could take into herself in check, she was able to take in more and more magic until she ended up killing herself with it, but not before she did many terrible things. I don't want to see it happen again. Not with you."

"Why would you care so much?" Calsa asked a little suspicious. "You don't have to fear such things."

"This is true," Mordock replied, sitting down beside her again. He looked into her eyes. "Does not mean I don't care what happens to the fleshlings I take an interest in. My kind cannot exist without yours. We cannot exist in our true forms forever. We have to take solid forms to feed our true forms. We may live forever, but we are all intimately bound together; all that exists cannot exist without the others. It's always been that way. All the worlds were seeded by a common ancestor. Without each other, nothing would be here. Space would be empty. Even your world seeded another far away. It would not surprise me to think that the humans fueled your existence. Perhaps even the Ra'asz. And for all that, I cannot turn a blind eye to what goes on among the fleshlings. We all need each other to survive what is and what is yet to come."

Mordock then stood slowly. "I best start my return journey. You should continue your training, ensure that you are ready for when the time comes that we shall have need of you."

"How long will that take?" Calsa asked with much enthusiasm. She wanted the Reds off her world.

"We must make certain we are so deeply entangled into their own hierarchy that they can never weed us all out, no matter how many of us might get found out. During that time, the various resistance groups have been instructed to stay out of sight, let the Reds think they have fought us back." Then Mordock turned, looking at her with a soft expression. "It will be long enough for you to have your child in peace."

"What?" Calsa blinked in surprise. She stared at him blankly, not sure she understood what he was talking about.

"I have lived long enough to know the signs, little one," Mordock said quietly, an all-knowing tone to his words. "It is no surprise to me that you and Alt would finally give in to your feelings. I saw it in him when he looked upon you. I also know he is not the kind to shy from fatherhood."

Without warning, his form began to dissolve, his legs changing to shadow, dancing in time to the firelight. "Remember to continue your training, young Calsa. You will need it." And then he was gone.

Calsa peered around, but the shadows moved as they would normally in the firelight. Now that he did not want her to see him, she would never be able to pick him out. He was probably already out the door, slipping through any little cracks.

Despite her exhaustion, Calsa found she could not return to sleep, not after Mordock's words. She continued sitting on the couch, mulling over his words. Why she was even surprised that such a thing would happen, she didn't really know. The only reason she had been lucky enough to avoid this situation in the past had been her lack of nutrition, but now that wasn't an issue. Her hand idly lay over her belly as she continued thinking. She really didn't know how she felt about this sudden news. She'd been a fully fledged Ha'trin for not even a day before becoming with child. What kind of a harlot did that make her? What would the others think of her? Would they even respect her after this? She knew that those who were her own species wouldn't mind; among her kind, though the males were stronger, they practically worshiped their women. But it was the others, like Jerako who was a halfling, that she worried about.

"Can't sleep?"

Calsa nearly leapt out of her skin. She hadn't noticed the grey of dawn outside the windows. Alt came into her field of vision, peering at her closely in concern. "Are you alright? You look pale."

"Mordock was here," she said softly.

Alt glanced around quickly. "In here? Sneaky bastard. Didn't trip any of my traps. It's a good thing he's on our side." Then he looked at Calsa again, sitting in a chair. "What did he want?"

It took Calsa a few heartbeats to gain her voice and even then it was barely above a whisper. "He wanted to know if I passed my test. He told me my mother is well. He said I need to continue my training."

Alt fixed her with a look she knew meant he knew she had more to say. Many times when she had done something wrong, she had tried to omit mention of it, but he had always known. He knew her all too well for her to try and keep anything from him. She couldn't meet his gaze, which made him all the more suspicious. "What else did he say, Cal?" His voice was stern as she had always known it.

An eternal moment passed in silence. Finally, Calsa stood up, still not meeting Alt's eyes. "I'm going to sleep," she stated, turning to head into the bedroom.

"Cal." His voice was authorative, making her stop. "I'm still your teacher. You need to tell me if he said anything important."

"Can you be a father, too?"

"What?" Alt blinked. Her response had been so quiet that he wasn't sure if he had heard her properly at all.

Calsa turned, looking up him. He had followed after her, stood only a step away. He was too bewildered to even move at the moment. But when she placed her hand over her belly, he knew he hadn't misheard her. "I'm pregnant," she whispered.

Alt moved so abruptly she could only gasp, feeling his arms wrap around her. His lips pressed against hers with such a passion that she couldn't help but melt into him. There was much more than just lust behind this kiss. Barely breaking contact, Alt lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling him carry her into the bedroom.

He sat on the edge of his bed, holding her in his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around her, keeping her against his body. She nuzzled her face into his neck.

He took a deep breath, breathing in her scent. "Are you sure?"

Calsa looked up him. He almost seemed hopefully. She knew Mordock had not lied when he said he knew Alt would not shy from this. She buried her face against the curve of his neck again. "I guess we'll find out soon," she mumbled.

After a moment of intimate silence, she looked back up at him. He could see the concern in her eyes. "Will the Grand Master get mad?"

"Sanlis?" Alt raised a brow at her, surprised she'd even ask. He sneered. "I don't care if he does. I don't care if anyone has a problem with this. I'm next in line to be the Grand Master, so I can just tell them to go to hell. Though I don't know why anyone would care. The Ha'tinre have relationships and families amongst themselves all the time. I think it's only from the lack of women in our order that has prevented the same." He then held her tighter, kissing her with all the love he had for her, making her melt into his powerful physique. "Whatever happens, I am yours, if you'll have me," he said softly in her ear when he was finished stealing her breath.

She pressed herself closer to him, kissing his neck. "I think you were mine from the moment we met," she teased with a giggle.

"Oh? You think so?" he chuckled, nipping her ear. "You were just lucky I was in such a good mood!"

Her giggle was interrupted by a yawn. He leaned back, laying out onto the bed, holding Calsa atop his body. In his protective grasp, she felt safe, cared for.

Their species were still young enough to have most of their primal instincts, and right now Alt's instinct was to make certain that his female had everything she needed. He wasn't so densely muscled for no good reason, he had been designed that way for generations before him for the sole purpose of defending his woman and offspring from the wild animals and other males. They had only just started entering their industrial era when the aliens had landed on their world. It had been the Ha'tinre first, though Ha'tinre did not care to rule worlds. But with them they brought the concept of male rule, of rape and murder and war. Before that, women had ruled, making all the decisions, all the laws. They were the ones who chose their mates, sometimes they even chose more than one male. They had been a nurturing society, but now they were in chaos, their evolution forever changed. But he still considered it an honor that she had chosen him.

Alt's thoughts were brought back from his old history lessons, feeling Calsa's svelte form shift on him. She was already asleep. He kissed her on the forehead, very gently laying her back against the bed. Slipping out from under her, Alt left the house, going to watch the tabi graze as he often did when he wanted to think. The creatures lived such simple lives, with no concept of evil or cruelty.

"If you're out here, then there's something on your mind." Alt jumped, cursing himself. He had sworn he would some day know Sanlis was coming before the Grand Master had the chance to sneak up on him. His old master had laughed at him, telling Alt that would be the day he would give up his status as Grand Master.

Sighing, Alt didn't meet Sanlis' gaze. He idly flicked an insect off the fence that kept the tabi from escaping. Sanlis leaned against the fence with him, a brow raised. "What did that bug ever do to you?"

Alt shrugged. "Might bite someone."

Shaking his head, Sanlis patted Alt's shoulder. "That's not like you. I thought you'd be happy. Cal is the first woman in over a thousand years to have the Draining work on them, and she even survived the full ritual twice in a single day! You were right about her. She is a very tough young woman. So why do you look so... conflicted?"

"Let's just say I was a little too happy about that."

"Ah." Sanlis caught Alt's meaning immediately. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well, I suppose it was bound to happen. Living with her for three years, I'm actually impressed you didn't give in sooner. When I was your age, I doubt very much I could have done that. Though now it will be interesting to see what comes of your union."

Alt glanced at his old teacher quizzically. "How do you mean?"

"Well, if I'm reading you right, my boy, she's with child and you're worried that the others won't accept her." Sanlis shrugged. "Though I'd be less concerned with that and more concerned what kind of a child she'll bring into the world." When Alt bared his teeth, Sanlis continued. "If you recall, when a child is born to two Ha'tinre, they are born with the very magic that courses through their parents. They are born into the order, without a chance to make a decision. They tend to be more powerful, but are more at peace with the power within them. Our order is proof of that. This will be the first child to be born by two parents who lack any inherent magic."

"I see your point." Alt looked down at the ground.

Sanlis chuckled, patting his ex-student on the back fondly. "Don't look so concerned. She chose you. That's an honor. And from what the shadowshifter told me, you two will have enough time to have your child. He told me it could take up to two years before they're ready to call us into the battle. By that time, more of our order will have snuck onto the world, and if the Clan of the Plains were as sincere as you said they seemed to be about getting their kin off the world, they'll come to us directly soon enough. We'll have an army and we'll sweep them off our world like the filth they are."

"Calsa will be happy for when that day comes," Alt muttered as if he was speaking to himself, a brief expression of adulation flickering across his face.

"I think we all will." Sanlis turned away. He paused for a moment, letting out a sigh. "You know Bezin didn't survive his ritual?" Glancing over his shoulder, Alt was genuinely surprised. "One less of us, a dozen more of them. Sometimes things can seem so hopeless. And then there's the little things that suddenly make it all worth the suffering, like expecting a child with the woman you love." He walked away without waiting for Alt to respond.

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"Damn street runt! Get back here!" The Templik guard snarled, realizing that his coin purse was in the small nimble hands of Calsa. She darted among the people, hoping to get herself lost in the crowd. She was small enough that the guard would have a hard time seeing her.

"Cal!" She heard her older brother's voice in an alley. He motioned to her to hurry. She ran over, handing the coins over to him. "Good job. Let's get out of here!" He took off down the alley.

Calsa couldn't keep up. She was so very hungry and it made her unable to keep the pace her older brother set. "Wait, Savik!" she called out weakly, stopping to lean against a wall. He apparently didn't hear her, vanishing around a corner. She panted, whimpering at the pain in her belly.

The hiss of a sword being drawn made her spin around, looking up at three Templik guards. Two of them were her own species. The other she didn't know, though there were a lot of those kinds on her planet these days. She turned to flee when a big, strong hand grabbed her by the back of her tunic, pulling her back. The flimsy fabric ripped as the man tossed her without care against the wall, knocking the breath from her.

One of the males of her kind grunted, grinning. "Well, well, hello little girl."

Calsa brought up her hands to cover herself, but the other male, his hair a raven black, one eye yellow and the other blue, snatched one of her wrists, jerking it away so she couldn't close the front of the tunic. One flat breast showed, her little nipple hard in fear.

"How do you know it's a girl?" the unknown species asked, looking her up and down. "Looks like a boy to me."

The other one of her kind, his hair light green, eyes blue, chuckled cruelly. "Males don't have tits." He reached out and pinched hers to emphasis his words.

She cried out in pain, using her free hand to try and claw at his face. He slapped her hard across the face, nearly throwing her to the ground. Like most males of her kind, he was much bigger and stronger than she. But they had evolved that strength to fight each other, not to over power females. However, right now he was most certainly using it to his advantage. "Little bitch, where'd you put our money?" He growled in their own guttural language.

"I don't have it," she snapped back, baring her teeth, her small canines not eliciting any kind of fear from the men. "I didn't take anything."

"Oh, that so?" The green haired male snarled back, leaning over her, his much larger canines making her cringe against the wall. "Then why were you running away?"

Calsa was young and very haughty. She glared back up at the male, holding her gaze. She would not submit to his bullying. "To avoid this very situation," she replied angrily.

"This one's got some real spirit," the one with the bicolored eyes said. He seemed truly reluctant to allow the other male to keep harming her, continuously glancing at him as if about to speak.

The green haired one grinned. "That's fine. I like them when they fight." Calsa gasped when his big hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her to her feet from where she'd been crouching, and slammed her against the wall. "Adds a nice touch when they break at the end."

"Hey!"

The Templiks turned when they heard the voice right behind them. They glanced up in time to jump away, avoiding fist sized rocks that were being tossed at them. They covered their heads, yelling to each other to find a way into the building and get to the roof.

When they'd gone around the corner to go inside and climb the stairs, Savik poked his head over the edge. "Run, Cal. We'll meet you back at base!"

Calsa ran as fast as she could through the alleys and back streets, keeping her torn tunic closed over her chest. It was why she wore clothes too many sizes too big for her, to hide the fact that she was female.

Vaulting up a tall wall of a crumbling building, she found herself in the dark, abandoned apartment at the top. The place had several rooms, no doors, and no glass on the windows. Instead, planks of wood had been nailed haphazardly over the windows, and over the doorways. Rope was strung around the place, old blankets and curtains hanging over the ropes around each of the old mattresses that were laid about the place.

She lay in her bed, panting. She shared one of the rooms with her older brother. He was five years her senior. He had always protected her. When they were orphaned, he had taken care of her as best he could. When he found this little gang of other orphans, he'd fought his way to the top just to make sure that he could protect her from the other boys. He wouldn't let anyone touch her.

She opened her eyes when she heard foot steps. "Cal? You back here?"

"Yeah," she called back, sitting up.

Savik came into their room, squatting down before her. His arms were full of food. He handed her a large purple fruit. "I know you're starving, bro. I got this for you." He always called her his brother. Even though the other boys knew she was female, he kept up the act that she was a boy. It kept her safe. Though most Druaks tried to hold on to their old customs of female worship, the other aliens had no such thought. Most of the boys in their group were halflings, having either been abandoned or losing their parents when they had attempted to fight back against the Templiks.

Calsa took it, biting hungrily into the fruit. She looked up at him. "What about you?"

He smiled at her, touching her pale blue hair. "You need it more than I do. Girls need more food when they grow," he spoke quietly as the other boys started filing into the apartment, going to their little beds and laughing at each other.

There was an odd look in his dark blue eyes. Well, they were darker than hers. Her eyes were such a pale blue they were almost white. But Calsa didn't understand the look. She turned her eyes away, paying attention to her food.

The night came fast, the heat of the sun quickly dissipating. She had changed into another long tunic. It only reached her knees, but it's what she slept in. She turned to her side, cuddling up under her blanket.

She was almost asleep when she heard the curtain that separated her and Savik rustle. She turned onto her back to look up at him. His eyes glowed in the dim light as he looked down on her. He rested a hand on the other side of her head, leaning over her. His finger tips gently caressed her cheek where the Templik had struck her earlier in the day. His voice was very quiet so as to not wake anyone else. "My little Calsa. You were lucky today. I don't know what I would do if those Templik dogs got to you first."

Calsa blinked lazily, not understanding what he was talking about. "What's the matter, Savik?"

He took a deep breath, whispering as he leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead. "I don't want those Templiks ever touching you. I don't want them to have you first. They wouldn't care if they hurt you."

Calsa's heart suddenly slammed against her ribs when it dawned on her what he was saying. She whimpered, trying to squirm away from him. "Savik, it's ok, they won't get me. I... I don't want...."

She whimpered again when he put his hand over her mouth. He moved onto her bed, sitting beside her. It was then she noticed that he was naked. She'd seen him naked many times. It was hard not to in this place. But this time it was different. She could see he was hard, a small drop glistening at the tip of his gender.

"It's alright, little sister," he crooned gently, trying to calm her. "I'll try not to hurt you. I just couldn't live with myself if I let them get you first."

She squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps in her fear as he pulled the blanket from her delicate little body. She tried to struggle against him, but he was calm and determined. It was a necessary evil, he told himself over and over. No matter what, it was better he do this to her.

He got between her legs, pushing her long tunic up. He'd already slept with a female. Granted she had been older than he, but he knew what to do because of it. He knew to go slow, gentle.

Calsa whimpered, trying to push him away, but she wasn't nearly as strong as he was. He kept his hand over her mouth. If she begged him to stop, he wouldn't be able to go through with it. The tears that glistened in her eyes were making it hard enough for him.

She let out a sharp yelp, stifled by his hand, when she felt him push into her. He moved slow, with purpose. She breathed hard, not understanding why he was doing this. He was the last person on the planet she ever thought would hurt her like this. He was starting to move, sliding out of her and slowly sliding back in, over and over again. She was so tight that he had to work his full length into her carefully so he didn't tear her. She wanted to cry, she wanted him to stop, wished this was some kind of nightmare.

His thrusts became faster, and she squirmed under him, writhing as she still tried to get away from him. But she didn't make a sound, afraid that if the other boys heard her, they'd come and do the same thing to her. He panted over her as he moved, finally fully within the heat of her body. His free hand held her thin hips up for his violation.

She closed her eyes, tears wetting her temples when she felt him stiffen, the head of his rod swell up inside her, an intense heat rushing into her under her navel. Savik gently wiped her tears, leaning down to kiss her eyelids.

"I'm sorry, Calsa," he whispered only because he was afraid of his voice cracking if he spoke any louder. "I'm so sorry. I wish mom and dad were still alive. This never would have to happen."

She sobbed, not wanting to believe what had just occurred. Savik gathered her into his arms, holding her tightly, letting her cry, feeling like he wanted to cry with her. He rocked her gently, kissing her forehead.

"I love you so much, Calsa," he whispered in her ear as she cried herself quietly to sleep. "Please forgive me. I'll never do it again, I'll never hurt you again. I promise." He knew things would never be the same between them. But for the knowledge that some Templik ass wouldn't be the one to take her innocence, he was willing to live with the consequences.

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Calsa jerked awake from her dream. She panted heavily, her heart pounding in her chest. She realized her face was wet with tears. It'd been a long time since she'd last cried.

Next to her, Alt turned, looking up at her. "Calsa?" He sat up, wrapping his arms around her. Feeling her tremble against him, he kissed her sweaty forehead for a moment, waiting for her sobs to quiet. "What's wrong?" he asked gently, concern on his face.

Whimpering, Calsa let out a shuddering sigh as she tried to gather her wits back. "Bad dream," she whispered, trying to hide her distress.

"Must have been very bad," he replied soothingly.

Eventually, she'd calmed down enough for them to lie back into bed. Alt had pushed the beds together while she'd been asleep. She was starting to feel better, her body growing accustomed to its lack of magic. She let out a heavy breath as she cuddled up against Alt's body.

"It's almost morning. Would you like to eat or go back to sleep?" Alt caressed her smooth arm, his voice reserved.

Calsa's stomach spoke for her. Wordlessly, Alt slid out of bed, pulling on his pants. He left the room, leaving her to think. Memories of her life before this place seemed so distance, so much more like the nightmare that was quickly fading from her mind even now.

Sighing, she wiggled out of bed, following Alt into the kitchen. She watched him for a bit, a little smile on her face. Alt finally turned to her in question. "What is so amusing?"

"You called me 'Calsa,'" she giggled girlishly. It reminded him just how young she actually was. Much younger than he was.

"It is your name," he responded, almost smiling. "No reason to pretend you're a boy anymore."

She suddenly pouted playfully. "But I liked being a boy."

Alt had to laugh. He turned to her, striding over and snagging her around her waist. "I don't mind being gay for you," he chuckled, nipping at her ear.

Calsa giggled again, nuzzling his neck. "You know, that's why I bashed Bezin over the head with that bucket. He said we were gay lovers."

Alt then let out a sigh. His expression was somber as he turned back to the food. Calsa blinked, startled by his sudden change. "What's the matter?"

"Bezin didn't survive his ritual," he responded flatly.

"Wha-What?" Calsa gaped. "What happened?"

Alt shrugged. "He was probably too arrogant. Thought himself so well off." Then he glanced at her. "That's why I trained you the way I did. You can't be haughty to pass the ritual. If you think yourself better than the program the Grand Master sets up for you, if you think you're better than he is, you die. It's suppose to be a humbling experience. The test is to see if you're ready in your mind, not necessarily in the body. That still takes a while."

"I was definitely humbled," she said softly.

"Don't tell me," Alt reminded her, holding up his hand. "The ritual is only for you to know. It is a lesson only for you to figure out."

She sighed sadly. "I didn't like him much, but I wouldn't have ever wanted that for him."

Alt wordlessly placed the food on a plate, offering it to her. They both sat at the table in silence for a minute before Alt decided to try and change her thoughts. "If you're feeling up for it, I have a task for you."

She looked up at him. "Oh?"

"Remember when we first landed and I made you saddle Marm?" Alt continued when she nodded. "I told you one day you'd have to break in your own tabis. Think you'd be up for something like that?"

Calsa rolled her eyes. Then she giggled. "Why do I need my own tabis? I can always ride you." She stuck her tognue out at him playfully.

He guffawed. "Do be careful. I just might make you do just that!"

Again Calsa giggled. "Make me? I'd like to see that!"

"I could always just call you a girl," he snickered.

Calsa laughed. "Wouldn't that be insulting yourself?"

Alt chuckled as he brought the food to his mouth. "I think it will take me some time to remember you've grown up."

"What? Now that you can't bait me into giving myself to you I lose my appeal?" she teased, peering at him through seductive lashes.

Alt grinned at her. "I'm sure I can still bait you. For example, I had Marm saddled in under six hours. I'd like to see you do the same."

Calsa snorted. "Why should I try so hard? I'm the one with the baby."

Alt's expression softened for a heartbeat. Then he laughed. "The first female Ha'trin and she's afraid of getting dirty. Whatever will our descendants think of that?"

Calsa glowered at him. "I was a homeless orphan. I'm not afraid of getting dirty!"

Alt shook his head as he finished his food. "I don't know. You've been quite prissy of late. You haven't even cut your hair in a while." He stood to take his dish back to the kitchen. "I think you might be turning into a lady!" He gasped mockingly, then turned away. He could feel her eyes trying to burn a hole through him.

"I am not! I can break a tabis in less time than you did!"

Alt laughed from the kitchen. "I'd have to see it. I don't believe you!"

Calsa pursed her lips. She knew Alt was goading her, but she couldn't help thinking how much it would humilate him if she, a female and pregnant, could get a tabis saddled in less time it took him. Certainly that would make sure he never thought to taunt her again.

"So?" She glanced up at Alt. He was grinning at her with that confident, mocking expression she had seen on him when they had first met. Her eyes narrowed.

"I'll show you just how little of a 'lady' I am! And you'll be sorry you ever teased me about it!" With that, she stood and stomped past him into their room.

Alt had to snicker. She was still the same old Calsa he had first met. And he loved it.

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Dressed, Calsa and Alt left the house. Calsa breathed deeply of the fresh air, having been asleep inside for several days. Her body felt stiff, so when they got to the field where the tabi grazed, she used the fence to help her stretch. Marm saw her and huffed, trotting over to sniff her hair. Smiling, Calsa patted the massive beast, grabbing hold of her tusks playfully. With a loud bleat, Marm shook her head, trotting off again to graze.

"Cal!"

Calsa whipped around at hearing her name. With a squeal of glee, she rushed over to Jerako. She put her arms around him. Without hesitation, he hugged her in return, both of them laughing with joy.

"We made it, Cal!" Jerako grinned at her. "We're Ha'trin now! I knew you could do it! The first girl to do it!"

She glanced at him in surprise. "You knew?"

He still grinned at her. "I knew the moment I met you. My mother has your same hair and eyes. It's so rare, very few people know it's only girls who have it. But I knew."

Calsa smiled, hugging him tighter. "You're an amazing friend," she said into his ear.

He laughed. "So what are you doing out here?" he asked when they broke the embrace.

"Going to put Alt in his place by breaking in a tabis in less time than him." She glanced around. Alt had vanished while she had been stretching. He often went to talk with the other Ha'trin. He had friends he liked to be around, the same as she did.

Jerako chuckled. "Master Talis is having me do the same thing. Wanna make it a race?"

Calsa stuck her nose in the air, looking at him with narrow eyes. "That's not even a contest."

They both laughed, chasing after each other to the stables, where bridles and saddles and the various gear to care for the tabi was. Jerako had his rope and bridle over his shoulder before Calsa, rushing out the door with a cackle.

Calsa hurried after him, though she stood back to watch him select his tabi. Those beasts that were not already broken shied away from him. The rest snorted, ignoring him mostly. Jerako had to chase the large animals around the field a bit, trying to tire them out. If they stopped to turn on him, he bared his teeth and clapped his hands, causing the tabi to caw loudly in panic and run the length of the fence.

Calsa watched with a grin. The small herd was coming toward her. She loosened her lasso, getting ready to hook herself one of them as they went by. Carefully eyeing those in the herd, she made her selection. It was a small male, grey-blue fur, a thick brown mane, and powerful body. He pranced as he ran, showing off his fitness.

Accurately, Calsa threw her lasso. It wrapped around a tusk of the beast. Despite its size, his head was jerked to the side, forcing such a sudden stop that he flipped over onto his back with a loud caw, inciting the rest of the tabi to run faster.

Before Calsa could close in to try and subdue the animal, the tabis gained its many sharp hooves, standing with an enraged bellow. He tucked his head, pawing at the ground. His yellow eyes watched Calsa closely. Nostrils flared, head down and tusks out, the tabis charged Calsa.

Rolling out of his way, Calsa braced herself, jerking on the rope to unbalance the tabis. He fell to his knees this time, snorting and shaking his head. Lunging to his hooves, he realized that something was around his tusk. He started leaping into the air, bucking wildly and shaking his head. Gasping, Calsa had to roll away to dodge the powerful kicks.

She found it difficult to keep control of the animal. Several times it nearly tore her arms from their sockets. At last, the tabis managed to free himself from the lasso. He bellowed again, galloping off to rejoin the herd which was still skittish, trotting back and forth along the fence as they eyed Jerako trying to subdue his own catch.

With a growl, Calsa stood and chased after the herd. She had her heart set on that male. When he saw her coming toward the herd, he turned, lowering his head again and pawing the ground in warning.

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Alt glanced out the window as he sat on the couch in Jadmisk's house. His friend chuckled. "Are you worried about her?"

"Naw," Alt shrugged. "If she wasn't tough, she never would have become Ha'trin."

Jadmisk raised a brow. "Do you remember when we were training together, that story about Silar? The only other woman in Ha'trin history?"

Alt waved his hand as if dismissing the thoughts. "Calsa's not like that. Maybe when I first brought her here, maybe then she would have fallen to such temptation of power, but not now."

Jadmisk nodded, glancing up at Alt with his bicolored eyes of purple and yellow. "I hope you're right. You were awfully fortunate that Sanlis even let her take the ritual."

Alt smiled. He glanced out the window again. "I think I might go and mock her from the sidelines. It's been six hours." Snickering, he stood.

Jadmisk laughed. "I thought so!" When Alt glanced at him quizzically, his friend continued. "You've always been luckier with the women than the rest of us, Alt. I still remember that time we finished our first mission together, those red haired twins you vanished off with. I didn't see you until the morning."

Alt growled, glaring at his friend. "I would prefer if you didn't remind me, and certainly don't go spreading that around where Calsa hears it."

Again Jadmisk snickered, shaking his head. "Lucky bastard. You know, the rest of us have to leave the village to get laid. You had your own bed warmer right here under our noses."

Now Alt bared his teeth angrily. "It wasn't like that. My goal was to make her Ha'trin. I was just as frustrated as anyone. Moreso, considering I knew she was right there."

Jadmisk raised a brow, his smile gone when he heard the sincerity in Alt's tone. "You must care about her a lot to have resisted so long."

Alt glanced at his friend before turning away to leave, pausing long enough to speak over his shoulder. "More than I've ever cared about anyone."

He strode out toward the field. He thought of his past, thought back to all the things he had done that had been so dishonorable. Indeed, what Jadmisk had said was a part of why he had brought Calsa here. He had thought a few times of repeating their first meeting, but each time he had thought it, he had been unable to bring himself to do it. She had grown on him more ways than just physically. He had no intentions of letting his past misdeeds screw it up now.

Coming around a building, Alt was surprised to see Calsa and Jerako laying out in the field together, laughing as they talked. Beside them lay two young tabi, calmly chewing mouthfuls of grass.

"So then we took his money and slipped the sausage in his pocket. Oh boy, we could hear the the butcher for blocks!" Calsa giggled.

"Oh wow, served him right!" Jerako laughed.

"Cal. Jerako."

They both sat up, looking up at Alt. He stood only a few paces from them. They had never heard him coming. Scrambling to their feet, they both held up the reins of their tabi.

"I told you," Calsa remarked smugly. "I named him 'Josmer.' How's that?"

Alt shook his head, trying not to smile and laugh and hug her close. The last two he managed, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "I think he's a fine tabis. Son of the alpha pair. Very good choice."

"You're just jealous!" Calsa giggled.

Alt laughed, turning away. "Why would I be jealous? Marm is the alpha female!"

"Oh...." Calsa glanced at Jerako. He shrugged.

Carefully, they both released their tabi from the bridles, following after Alt. Calsa drew close to him. "So? What do I get for breaking a tabis in under six hours?"

Alt grinned, glancing at her. "What made you think there was a prize?"

Calsa pursed her lips with a glare. "At least I showed you up... Altameriz."

Alt suddenly stopped, turning to her. Both she and Jerako were snickering behind their hands. He was about to ask her how she knew his full name, then he thought about it, growling. "Sanlis told you, didn't he?"

Calsa laughed, turning away. "Not telling!"

Rolling his eyes, Alt crossed his arms, waiting for the two to put away the bridles and ropes. Once they had bid fairwell to Jerako, Alt and Calsa returned to their house. They prepared an early dinner together. Happy enough to just be close, they sat on the couch together to eat.

When they were done, Calsa peered at Alt thoughtfully. He cocked a brow, looking back at her. "Something on your mind?"

"I want a rematch!" she exclaimed suddenly.

He tilted his head. "What?"

"Remember when you beat me with the broom?"

Alt guffawed, understanding her meaning. "Do you really think you could beat me just because you passed your ritual?"

There was a glint in Calsa's eyes. "I don't think you'd hit me."

"Think so?" Alt grinned sadistically. "Just because there's a chance you're carrying my kid doesn't mean that I wouldn't hesitate to put you back in your place. I think you're getting all too arrogant."

Calsa pouted. It made Alt laugh. "Fine. Rematch. Tomorrow." Then he snagged her, pulling her against him as she giggled and squealed. "But before I beat you senseless, I'd like to hold you for awhile." He lay back on the couch, holding Calsa tightly.

Giggling some more, she rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. Indeed, her life long past seemed so distant from this moment. This perfect moment. This quiet before the storm.

Caveworms 2: Things Get Even Weirder

I lay there for a while in a daze, hoping, but not quite believing that what had happened to me yesterday was just a dream. The summer heat had started early again today, and I started to feel myself overheat under my covers, which were soaked in my sweat. With a groan I finally forced myself to stir, pulling off my sheets and sitting on the edge of my bed. I felt even heavier than before, and I was pretty sure my stomach had gotten bigger. I sat there with it resting on my legs, absent mindedly rubbing it all over, wondering just what I was going to do about this whole mess I was in. The hospital still seemed absolutely out of the question, and I didn't seem to have any other options, so I resigned myself to my fate of being an unwilling incubator to this bizarre creature's eggs. I took comfort from the thought that none of the worms seemed to have any teeth, and that they did seem oddly benign.

The urge to find a cool, open space slowly came to me, and before I'd even made a conscious decision, I found myself up and drifting towards the basement. I stripped out of my shorts and tank top as I descended the stairs. The air down there was nice and cool, and I felt a little refreshed. I sat in the middle of the room, the cool cement floor feeling really nice against my skin. I again started tracing my fingers across my engorged belly as that strange feeling of arousal I remembered from yesterday made my heart start to race.

I gently rocked my hips back and forth and moaned softly as I felt a stirring slowly build up inside me. The eggs seemed to be jerking about a little, as whatever was inside them began trying to force their way out. Damn these things grew fast! I was quite relieved that it would all be over soon, one way or another. That fantastic feeling of arousal was getting quite strong now, and grew more and more intense as each egg came to life.

"Oh my god!" I was startled suddenly by a voice coming from the top of the stairs. It was my little sister Hannah, and she looked freaked out. I looked up at her as she began quickly running down the stairs to my side. My arousal intensified even further as I watched her. She was wearing skimpy pyjama shorts and a matching top, and the sight of her plump little butt seemed to be the hottest thing I'd ever seen up to that point, and I felt a rush of giddiness that she would be here when my little ones came out. I don't know where it came from, but as far as I was concerned, Hannah was now the sexiest creature alive, and I found myself drooling at the thought of the worms ravishing her as they did me.

"Amy what the fuck? Are you ok?" she said, deeply concerned. I looked back at her, feeling a wild look in my eyes. "I feel weird." was all I managed to utter. She took my hand, and began to say something about getting me some help, but she was cut short as a an uncountable number of indescribable feelings suddenly peaked inside me, causing me to moan quite loudly. Hannah then screamed as she saw bulges begin to appear on my stomach, and start moving about. I could feel every worm finally hatch from its egg and start trying to make its way outside. One after another, two at a time, three, four, it went on and on. There were definitely hundreds, but I couldn't hope to estimate any closer than that. It was the strangest thing, disconcertingly wonderful. Every inch of my womb, stomach, bowels and even my intestines were being tickled by scores of these slippery little suckers.

I barely even noticed that Hannah was trying to get away, but I was holding onto her with a strength I didn't know I had. She kept screaming and struggling, begging me to let her go, but I really couldn't. Besides, she was being dumb, there was nothing to be afraid of. Silly Nahnah, that's what I used to call her, and she was being especially silly then, so I just held her tighter. I wanted to tell her to calm down, but I couldn't seem to speak. My throat was full of something. My first worm had made its way into the world, and there were more right behind it. When Hannah screamed even louder and her struggle became more frantic I knew she'd seen it emerge. I then felt a worm at my cervix, tickling it as it forced its way through. I savoured the wonderful feeling of it being stretched wide open, and my pussy start to fill from the inside. I couldn't believe, even as it was happening to me, that anything could feel so wonderful.

But it wasn't until I felt my ass wink open that I actually started cumming. It was a hell of a thing, with that first contraction, a torrent of worms began to pour out of my pussy and ass. Thankfully, the ones emerging from my stomach were a little more leisurely in their birth, coming out just one at a time, and I realised then that these creatures were as benign as I thought. They'd never want to hurt me, or anyone.
The flow of newborn worms from my nether regions wasn't a constant one, sometimes it was just one particularly large one forcefully pushing its way through until it popped out, followed by a whole bunch of smaller ones, and sometimes it was just a couple of average ones simply snaking their way out.

It seemed that most of the eggs that had been laid in my stomach had moved deeper while I slept, so far fewer ended up coming out from my mouth, only about a dozen or so. It wasn't until the last of them finally emerged and fell to the floor with a soft, wet plop that I was able to taste that amazing fluid they had all oozed on their way out. I savoured the divine flavour for a moment, and felt a lot more clear headed. I opened my eyes and looked at Hannah as she was being molested by all the worms I'd given birth to so far. And there were a lot, they slithered and writhed all about her, some making their way up her leg, trying to get into her shorts.

She wasn't screaming so much as whimpering by then, and she was leaning back as far as she could go, but I was still holding on to her hand. She fell back to the floor suddenly when I let go, and the worms then swarmed all over her. A couple pushed their way inside her shorts and her sounds of fear and distress suddenly gave way to a pleasured sigh. A couple of other worms then worked together to pull her shorts down, as still more came out of me. Seemingly involuntarily, Hannah spread her legs apart, and she had a few worms on her pussy that seemed to be sucking all over, as a couple more made their way between her buttcheeks and did something that caused her to arch her back and gasp.

It was so insanely hot watching all this happen to her while I continued to give birth to a seemingly never ending horde of these strange worm creatures. They were all over the floor now, many completely ignoring the both of us, content to just spread out across the room. Others were tickling and sucking on my stomach and boobs, but I barely noticed that because the feelings coming from my pussy and ass were just overwhelming.

Hannah was now almost completely covered in worms, only her head and a few patches of skin below were visible, and she was moaning in a most arousing way. One worm then started to rub its tip across her lips, coating them in its clear slime, which caused her to to recoil in horror for a second before obviously seeing how great it tasted. She started to suck ravenously, and it seemed happy to just let her drink from it like a big, thick straw.

I noticed that I was starting to feel emptier and emptier, I was nearing the end of my litter. I felt my ass close shut, and a feeling of great relief as a final, really thick worm slid out. It seemed like the best was saved for last, as something similar was happening in my pussy, but this one was even thicker. It was slow going, but I loved the feeling of my whole pussy being stretched wider than it ever had been before. When it crowned, I couldn't believe how thick it was, and wondered how the hell I'd fit that thing inside me, along with all the others. It must have been at least four inches thick, and I loved seeing how my pussy stretched all around it as it slowly emerged. After it was about half way, maybe ten inches, the rest suddenly slid out and my pussy snapped shut behind it with a loud 'plop'.

I felt so empty, yet so satisfied. I looked down and my stomach was still somewhat bloated, and I realised that I must still have had all the now empty eggs in me. I didn't worry about it too much though, I was just glad to be back to a more manageable size. Hannah was still being molested by a host of worms, though I noticed none seemed to have actually entered her yet. Perhaps they were waiting for something? Waiting for me? What could I do? I carefully crawled closer to her, trying not to tread on any of the worms. But it was unavoidable, they were simply EVERYWHERE. Granted, the room wasn't exactly huge, but I still couldn't believe that the whole lot of them were all inside me just a few minutes ago.

Still, the worms didn't seem to care when I crawled on them, so I figured they weren't being hurt. I hadn't really appreciated it in the cave yesterday, but the feeling of this warm, wet, wriggling carpet was quite amazing. And the smell! It now absolutely permeated the room, and that feeling of lightness came back.
Looking down at Hannah, with the worms all over her, sucking and massaging her, made me sigh. Her eyes were closed and mouth hanging open, a worm arched above her simply leaking its fluid into her waiting mouth. She made a few gargled sounds of contentment, and I just enjoyed the sight for a moment.
Then, all at once, most of the tentacles got off of her, only a few remaining around her feet. When she stirred and her eyes fluttered open, she just looked up at me with a weak smile.

"Hey." She said groggily.

"Hey." I replied, smiling back down at her. "How're you feeling?"

"Weird." she said as she arched her back and started to stretch like she'd been asleep for days.

"It's pretty hot today, how about we take this off?" I smirked mischievously, tugging at her top. Without a word she just sat up and raised her arms. She was now as naked as me, and I was more turned on than ever. I'd never realised how hot my sister was before. Her hair was light brown like mine, but she kept hers shorter, down to her neck. She wasn't a lot younger than me, she'd be fifteen in a few months, but her boobs hadn't gone through the growth spurt mine had just yet, so they were still just perky little buds with small nipples. I licked my lips at the sight, and leaned down to put my lips on hers. It was weird feeling the tentacles in my hands as I supported myself on my arms, and I couldn't resist gripping what I could grab, and loved how they slithered between my fingers.

My sudden kiss seemed to confuse Hannah a little. She didn't try to push me away, but she seemed to start trying to say something into my mouth. She quickly gave up in favour of tenuously kissing me back though, and the taste of the worm's fluid was thick on her lips, and when I slid my tongue into her mouth, it met with hers, she quite suddenly grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me close, her tongue now passionately wrestling with mine.

It was my first time ever kissing a girl like this. Even when I'd fooled around with my cousin all those years ago we never really went that far, since we didn't know what we were doing. But now I felt like I was experiencing my first kiss ever, as all first kisses should be: a wonderful, unforgettable experience. I pulled my weight off my arms, grabbed her head and pulled her close to me, as we continued devouring each others lips.

I then felt a worm wrap itself around my ankle and start gently tugging on my leg as if trying to get my attention. I reluctantly broke our kiss, and looked back to see what it wanted, but it just let go and slithered away. I felt like I'd just been pranked, but then I noticed a couple of particularly long, thin worms emerge from the great mass that surrounded us and start slithering up Hannah's chest. They looked identical, about an inch wide and maybe two feet long. They began to leak copious amounts of their fluid from the holes at their tips all over Hannah's small breasts. While they did this, they used their other ends to massage it into her skin, paying particular attention to her nipples. Hannah smiled and gave a half moan half sigh as they did their work, making her chest all shiny and slippery.

I noticed that whatever they were doing was making her nipples start to swell up. I couldn't help but watch in fascination as after a couple of minutes they looked quite engorged. They kept at it for a little while longer before both simultaneously reared up and started pushing down on her nipples, and judging by the way they pressed into her flesh, they were doing it quite hard.

Hannah really came to life then, arching her back and moaning more and more frantically. What I saw next was unbelievable. Slowly but surely, her nipples began to stretch around the worms as they pushed harder and harder. Hannah seemed now to be stuck between a place of unimaginable pleasure, and deep discomfort. She didn't really seem to be in pain, but I could only imagine how bizarre it must have felt to have her nipples being slowly forced open and penetrated. I was a bit worried actually, since nipple holes are small, like REALLY small. It should not have been possible for anything thicker than maybe a pin to fit inside, and even then that would definitely not have felt good. But I quickly realised that the fluid they had used was somehow making her more stretchy.

Hannah suddenly screamed as the first worm finally managed to pop into her nipple, followed shortly by the second. It was such an incredible sight seeing her nipples being stretched to such an unbelievable degree, and she looked down at what was happening to her with a look of horror, mixed with an unmistakable amount of lust, on her face. Slowly, each worm wiggled its way in as I watched, utterly transfixed. A spiraling bulge began to form inside her boobs as more and more of the worms disappeared into her nipples. By the time they were about half way in, Hannah was reduced to a gibbering mess as she twitched and occasionally yelped from what looked like an insane orgasm.

Her chest was soon more bulge than boob, but the worms still had several inches left to go. They say time flies when you're having fun, but thankfully this seemed to be a pretty slow process, so I was able to truly enjoy the unbelievable sight before me. My naked little sister, her skin shiny from the slime all over her, thrashing about in a non stop climax as two long, slippery worms slowly oozed their way into her nipples.

When the last bit of the first worm finally disappeared inside Hannah's nipple, suddenly causing it to close shut with a soft, wet popping sound, looking at it, you'd never know it had been stretched so widely just a moment ago. When the second worm did the same, Hannah just lay there gasping for air. Her boobs looked quite silly then, as though she'd gotten some terrible spiral shaped implants. I wondered just what the hell these worms were doing in her boobs, and I gasped when I got my answer.

It was almost imperceptible at first, the spiral shape just becoming less and less defined, but the process seemed to accelerate exponentially and in mere moments it became quite obvious that her breasts had begun to inflate like a couple of balloons. My eyes grew wide as her boobs continued to expand. But they didn't just become larger, they also seemed to become more swollen. Right before my eyes, her breasts went through a considerable growth spurt, going from something that barely filled a b-cup, to what must have been at least a dd. Not only that, but her nipples grew along with them, and were now about the size of a thimble.

I admit, at that point I hadn't seen very many, but those were the most gorgeous boobs I had ever seen. They looked really firm, but not hard, and fell against her chest in big, beautiful lumps. Hannah had been watching the growth with as much interest as me, and she was the first to touch them. She initially just poked one with a finger, then quickly moved on to massaging them thoroughly. In fact, she ended up massaging them quite hard, as though they were hurting her. I decided to help her out a bit and moved my hands to rub them along with her.

She seemed grateful for the help, and our hands continuously clashed as they harshly rubbed her engorged, swollen breasts. I loved how they felt, fleshy, not fatty, and her nipples were so hard, they felt like a couple of tiny cocks. I suddenly felt something wet and warm on my fingers, and was shocked to find a stream of milk had started leaking out of her nipples. I licked up what was on my hands, and the next thing I knew, I was hungrily sucking on her tits.

I thought their fluid tasted great, but the milk these worms had caused Hannah to produce was something else entirely. It made every inch of me tingle and I sucked and sucked like I was dying of thirst. Hannah seemed to be enjoying it too, I could feel her wiggling beneath me, hear her moaning louder and louder as I continued gorging myself.

I felt satisfied before long, but couldn't stop drinking. I knew I had to stop though, so I forced myself to sit up and I gasped as though I was coming up for air after being underwater for a little too long. Milk was still leaking from Hannah's nipples, despite the amount I'd ingested, it didn't look as though I'd even made a dent in her overall supply. She then pulled me down to her and we started making out again. I crawled atop her, loving the feeling of her huge, soft boobs against my own, and soon my chest was coated in her milk.

I felt a worm slither between us from between our legs, and we both moaned into each other's mouths as it slithered higher and higher, rubbing against both our clits as it went. It nestled its way in between her boobs, and started pushing against me with a surprising amount of strength. I quickly took the hint and sat up, admiring the view beneath me. Hannah's boobs seemed to have gotten a bit bigger, and the worm curled itself around one of them and started suckling on her nipple. It whipped its tail up and attached its other end to her other nipple and sucked on that one too. What a greedy little guy!

Hannah was really enjoying what it was doing to her, and I decided to make her feel even better. I scooted back a bit and unceremoniously planted my lips around her clit and sucked it into my mouth. It had the desired effect, I could feel her hips involuntarily jerk, but I held her firmly in place and started to flick her clit with my tongue.

Having never eaten a girl out before, I was glad to see that I seemed to be doing a great job. Hannah went wild as I went to town on her pussy. She tasted so delicious, and I was thrilled as I brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She grabbed handfuls of my hair and pushed my head into her pussy, desperately grinding herself on my face. With Hannah's frantic movements, it was difficult to get at her clit when I wanted it, but it didn't seem to bother her. Her moans became screams and when I felt her pussy start twitching, and a gush of sweet fluid burst over my chin and in my mouth, I knew I'd done it, and was quite pleased with myself.

I stood up on my knees and smiled down at Hannah, though she didn't see me, she was too lost in pleasure. The worm detached from her nipples and slithered down her stomach towards her pussy. It was quite thick now, about maybe three inches across. I eagerly anticipated watching it stretch her pussy wide as hell and disappear inside her, but it didn't. When it got between her legs, it slid across her clit, reintensifying her lingering orgasms, but it kept going. I then realised that its goal wasn't Hannah's pussy, it was mine. It slithered up my thigh and attached one end to my clit.

It didn't start sucking as I expected though. It did something else entirely, I couldn't figure out what for the life of me, but it somehow felt as though it was entering my clit. The worm slowly flattened its tip against me, and I suddenly started to feel really weird down there. I was then pretty sure I could feel something small and thin then making its way into my urethra, but I couldn't be sure. It detached itself from my thigh and simply hung limp between my legs, still firmly attached to my clit and the area surrounding it.

The weird feeling became more pronounced as I noticed the worm begin to change colour, and though the sensation was slow to come on, it was in an instant that I realised that I was starting to FEEL the worm, as if it was a part of my body. It was now the same hue as my own flesh, more or less, and it raised itself up, the end not attached to me swelling up as it went.

There was no mistaking what the worm now looked like. While I had always perceived them in the same way as I did a penis, it now genuinely resembled one. A really fucking big one. And it was mine. I could actually feel it when I reached down to touch it. The tip, which had swelled into a very cock-like head, was as sensitive as my clit. I shivered at the sensation, and then noticed Hannah, who had seen the whole thing. Her mouth gaping, her eyes had a look of unbridled lust. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, but she loved the sight.

She crawled over to me til her face was mere inches from my new cock, and looked up at me wide eyed and horny. "Can I... can I have that?" she asked, quivering.

"All yours lil sis." I replied. With that she licked it, getting a good taste of the fluid that was leaking from the hole at the tip. Her eyes lit up and she started licking more, the feeling of her tongue playing with my cock was heavenly. She wrapped her lips around it, and tried to suck as much of it into her mouth as she could. It was too thick for her to get much in, but she continued sucking the fluid from its hole and making my knees quake.

My legs just couldn't handle the amazing sensations she was causing, and I slowly sank to the ground, Hannah's mouth hungrily following my cock until I was fully laying down, sighing as I felt the mass of worms beneath me massaging my back. She quickly settled into our new position and wildly slurped and sucked on my cock.

"Mmm, tastes so good." she sighed between sucks, then started bobbing her head up and down on the small part of the head she could fit into her mouth. "But I want it deeper inside me." Hannah looked up at me, her eyes full of lust.

"Then come here." I said, and reached down to pull her face up to mine. As soon as our lips met, our mouths practically fused together. I loved the feeling of my tongue in her mouth, hers in mine, and when they met in between. I could feel her pussy against the shaft of my cock, and she grinded against it as we kissed with intense passion. I felt it move a bit, and though I couldn't quite tell what was going on down there, Hannah lifted her hips up a bit and before I knew it, I could feel her pussy slowly start to open up around my cock.

Hannah sat up on me and started wiggling her hips to try to force my cock deeper into her insanely tight pussy. The head had barely entered her when I felt it come up against a barrier that I knew to be her hymen. Hannah jolted from a sudden feeling of pain, but then cautiously started to put more and more weight onto me. And then, as if she suddenly stopped giving a shit, she lifted her knees enough to put ALL her weight on my cock. Her scream pierced my ears as the whole head suddenly popped in and began a slow descent into her pussy. I couldn't tell if it was a scream of pain or pleasure, but she kept forcing herself lower and lower onto my cock regardless.

We locked eyes as she descended and she grabbed my head, pulling my mouth to hers. My own hands traced random patterns across her back, hoping to add a little tenderness to this intense, raw passion that was electric between us. It was futile though, because I soon found my hands at her lower back, pulling our crotches together as hard as I could.

I wasn't sure how long my cock was, maybe a foot, maybe more, but it was a little over half way buried in her pussy when it met her cervix. Did I mention how tight her pussy was? It bears repeating. Being inside her felt like trying to put on pants several sizes too small. But then I felt her cervix quivering and it was almost too much. She started lifting herself up and dropping down, gasping at each impact as my cock slammed against her cervix.

"I need more Amy!" she whined. "Fuck that thing right into me!"

Well, if she insisted. It took us a couple of seconds, but we quickly found a rhythm so her downward motions were met with my upward thrusts. Each impact sent shivers up my spine which spread across my whole body, but I could feel it going a tiny bit deeper each time. Her cervix was soon open enough to allow a bit of the tip of my cock past it, but all it took was one, final thrust for it to pop in, at which point she suddenly stopped, arching her back and staring at the ceiling, mouth agape.

Her body seemed paralysed, and I just sat there and watched her sink lower and lower onto my cock. I felt the back of her womb stretching around it as her pussy consumed the final couple of inches. She was still in the same posture, just letting out one big, long sigh as she grew accustomed to being stretched so wide, and penetrated so deep.

She slowly started rocking her hips back and forth, building up intensity until she was frantically bouncing up and down on my cock. Her boobs were still leaking milk, which also covered my own chest, and I couldn't help but reach up to play with them as she rode me. When I felt that she was definitely used to having me inside her, I began thrusting. She couldn't keep up with me, and soon she stopped moving at all as I started really pounding into her.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" was all Hannah could scream as I fucked her harder and harder. Her tits bounced with each thrust. Her pussy was stretched so wide around my cock, it looked so incredibly hot and I couldn't imagine how good she must have been feeling. It felt pretty amazing to me too, but it was such an unfamiliar sensation. I could feel her pussy squeezing every inch of my cock as I thrust into her just far enough to leave only the head in her womb.

I could feel something welling up inside me, something I'd never felt before. I didn't really know what it meant, but with it my cock seemed to become more and more sensitive. Then I felt a worm pushing its way between my buttcheeks and up against my ass. It wasn't gentle, but it didn't hurt as it forced my tight hole open and wiggled its way in, deeper and deeper. It then stiffened, refusing to move with me, so instead, I moved against it as I thrust hard into Hannah. Just as I fucked her, I fucked it.

Hannah was going wild atop me, screaming and babbling incoherently as she was utterly overcome with pleasure. I grabbed her buttcheeks and held her in place and deepened my thrusts. I inched my fingers closer to her butthole all the while, before finally finding it and teasing it with my fingers. As if I'd pushed a button, that set her right off. I felt her pussy spasming all over my cock, as the worm in my ass suddenly seemed to swell up to nearly twice its size.

Hannah and I then came together, and I felt myself shooting a huge amount of liquid deep into her womb as her pussy massaged my cock. This liquid seemed to be coming from inside though, not from the worm that had attached itself to me. I grabbed onto her back and pulled her close, and she fell onto me, her engorged boobs pressing tight against my body. I gasped in shock as I felt the worm in my ass start popping out... over and over again. I quickly realised that it had become 'ribbed for my pleasure', and with perfect timing it pulled each section out of me, making my ass stretch and contract as it went.

I felt like the two of us were now just a pile of orgasms, and my ejaculation continued unabated. Hannah shivered on top of me as her entire system was wracked by the greatest things she had ever felt. Despite how lost I was in this orgasmic delirium, I couldn't help but notice that her pussy seemed to be slowly sliding off my cock. I moved my hands back down to her butt, and noticed that it was a lot higher than it was just before.

The realisation that I was shooting so much cum into her that her stomach was being forced to expand to contain it all seemed to get me shooting into her even harder. I could swear I could even hear it splashing against the walls of her womb. I found myself suddenly sitting up, so that she was now in my lap, and the worm in my ass now bore all my weight, which made its journey out of me even more incredible. I then pushed Hannah down onto her back. The bulge in her stomach was now quite easy to see, and I couldn't help staring at it growing bigger and bigger as I kept unloading into her.

I don't know how long this took, it's hard to keep track of time when you're so overloaded with ecstasy you're barely aware you even exist, but I could see her stomach swell more and more with each great spurt. By the time I was done, she looked heavily pregnant. Not as big as I'd ended up before, but maybe about 8 months along.

I let out a long, deep exhalation when the worm in my ass finally exited all the way, and my torrent of cum finally died down. I took a moment to admire my handiwork. Hannah's huge boobs contrasted nicely with her now huge tummy, and the look on her face was one of total contentment and satisfaction. I wiggled my hips, trying to squeeze out every last drop of cum, and then suddenly I found that I could no longer feel my cock. Still buried deep inside my little sister, I watched it detach itself from my clit and started worming its way deeper into her pussy until it disappeared altogether.

It had a pretty big effect on Hannah though, as she quite obviously started cumming again. Looking down at her, I then noticed that my own stomach was now as flat as it had been before this whole thing started. It occurred to me that maybe the worm had somehow used all the eggshells inside me to help create the huge amount of cum I'd just unloaded. How efficient! I was honestly just glad to have them out of me either way, though I felt an odd urge to see my tummy all swollen again.

Oh well, there'd be plenty of time for that, for now I wanted to see how Hannah was doing. She was lying on her side now, drooling and occasionally twitching, obviously still cumming pretty hard. I somehow knew she was pregnant with something, though no eggs had been laid in her. Was the life cycle of these creatures really this complicated? I couldn't wait to find out!

To be continued...