Heading back to her seat to watch her two sons interact at
the bar, Susan sat alone, tracing her manicured finger around the rim of her
drink. “It had to be done… It had to be done…” She whispered to herself, trying
to convince herself that what she had to do was necessary. “If I hadn’t, they
would have killed her anyway and I’d have a crop of new alien spawn to keep a
watchful eye over.”
“Would that be so bad?” Purred the voice in her head, making
Susan sneer. “You are DRIVEN to breed, what is a single life to equal yours,
hmm?”
“Shut up!”
“Had you embraced your potential; your hive would have
numbered in the hundreds by now…”
“Exactly!” Hissed Susan, sipping from her drink. “Which is
why I’m keeping a tight leash on you and the others.”
“Well… Don’t look now, but I think your leash is a little
slack.”
Looking up from her mental debate, Susan spotted her two
sons at the pool table, where a man was angrily yelling at her son.
“BULLSHIT! No one is that good, you’re a couple of sharks running
the place, aren’t you?” The man demanded, shirking off the hand of his friend
trying to calm him down. “You two fuckers owe me back three hundred dollars!”
Steve and Carl exchanged looks of confusion, not
understanding the man’s anger before Steve answered for the two of them. “We
won our match fairly, your hand-eye coordination is off due to a high blood
alcohol content and a shaking wrist, the odds you would win were significantly
low.”
“YOU DISREPECTING ME? YOU’RE SAYING I’M WEAK?” Slurred the man
before pulling out a knife from his pocket. Before he even had the chance to
make an underhand stab at Steve, the man found his wrist grabbed by Susan’s
hand with enough force that the man suddenly yelped in pain and began to bend
at the knees.
“That’s enough…”
“FUCK YOU BITCH! Lemme go!” Narrowing her eyes and giving
off a growl that everyone in the bar heard, Susan increased her grip until the
‘click-clack’ sound of a broken wrist made the man drop his knife. Instantly
catching the knife in mid air with just her two fingers, Susan expertly flipped
the knife in her grip and made the man whimper when she folded the blade in
half like tinfoil with her thumb alone. Dropping the man where his friend
helped pull him away, Susan then heard the click of a shotgun being cocked
back.
“Get out of my bar mutey!”
Turning to look back at the frightened bar tender aiming a
shotgun at her, Susan slowly raised her arms over her head and huffed a strand
of hair out of her face. “Look, this is cute and all, but I think we’ve already
outstayed our welcome, we’ll just leave.”
A sudden scream from the women’s washroom had a pair of
waitresses run out with a shocked expression on their faces. “SOMEONE’S BEEN
KILLED IN THE WASHROOM!” Looking back at his staff and back at the woman in
front of him, the bartender shook nervously, trying to reach for the phone to
call the police. With a flick of her hand a bubble of condensed light
surrounded the phone and prevented the bar-tender from calling out.
“Please… Just let me expla…” Susan never had a chance to
finish her sentence, already in a panic and with her previous show of force,
the man panicked and fired his shotgun, shooting Susan in the face and taking
the rest of her skull with it. When her headless body fell dead on the floor,
Steve and Carl glared at the bartender with murderous intent, their skin
already changing to its translucent green and their hair becoming a mass of
squirming tentacles. Their backs and forearms sprouted spines that tore through
their cloths, their forearms doubling in lengs and sporting cleaving talons the
size of butcher knives. Just before the pair lunged for the bar tender, their
jaws splitting open into a pair of mandibles like an ant’s maw to reveal rows
of serrated teeth. The bar tender had only a few seconds to respond and did so
by firing into Carl point blank before he was tackled back behind the bar table
and torn apart.
Panicking, the rest of the crowd either ran for their lives
or hid under the tables to stay out of sight. One of the waitresses cowered and
whimpered under the table hearing her employer scream and go silent, scrambling
for her cellphone she immediately called the police, whimpering out a plea for
someone to come. Looking over at the headless woman she witnessed something strange.
The pool of blood oozing out of the woman’s neck slowly began to flow
backwards. Receding back into the wound it bled from, the stump went to work
regenerating. The woman crouched in stark horror as the woman’s flesh turned
green and translucent, with spines jutting out of her forearms and back,
picking herself up as the mass that grew out of the stump formed facial
features and eyes. The last to grow back was the sea of tentacles that made up
her hair just when Susan hissed and screeched breathing in with her regrown
mouth.
Snapping her attention around her, wild eyed and sniffing
the air, Susan appeared animalistic, feral and agitated. Making eye contact
with the shivering woman, Susan licked her fanged teeth and stood looming over
her, her prehensile tail flicking behind her. She had grown back her head, an
impossibility! But now, that appeared to be the only thing she regained.
Mindless and running purely on instinct, the female creature leered at the
woman brandishing her fingers which grew and sharpened into talons.
Hissing sharply, Susan made to strike when she heard
whimpering nearby. Slowly turning her attention to the source, she spotted a
man cradling a broken arm staggering back trying to head out the back. The
moment they made eye contact was the last second the man had to react and
scream before Susan lunged for him and bit out his throat.
Watching as Susan tore the man from limb and tore at his
flesh, the waitress had gone into a mad panic and screamed, trying to run for
the door. She never made it past five steps before the sound of a bullwhip
cracked in the air, and Susan’s tail had found itself impaled through the back
of the woman’s skull and out her mouth. Killing her instantly and pulling her
back to where Susan crouched feasting on her human prey.
Stepping out of the bar front, the two simian shaped males
looked down to see their mother feast on the drunk man that accused them of
cheating. Her red dress ruined from the changes and from the extra pair of arms
she sprouted to grab onto her prey while her original gripped the severed arm
she chewed into.
When Steve asked what they should do now, their response was
an angry hiss from their mother. Having had her fill, Susan stood to her full
height and looked down at the torn garment still on her, tugging at the ruined
dress in confusion before she pried it off her. Sniffing the air, Susan leered
at her two male consorts, her reptilian nostrils flaring. But her attention
soon was distracted by the cutting light of a police cruiser outside, its
clarion sounding and making the three hiss at its intensity.
“THIS IS THE POLICE, COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!”
The two policemen stood with their firearms out, waiting for
a response, what they got took them back when a tall green skinned,
she-creature stalked out of the door, her clawed toes clicking against the
pavement. Behind her, her whip thin tail swished and coiled like a serpent
swimming in clear water, and her four talons glistened in the flood lamps from
the cruiser, showing the blood stains that still caked her four arms and face.
Shaking in hesitation, the two didn’t know what to do, even
when she eyed them both with curiosity. Behind her, her two sons stepped out,
still in their combative form, joining their mother behind her.
Finally deciding to act, the officers fired, round after
round pierced through Susan’s chitinous flesh but just as quickly as she was
wounded, her body rapidly healed, leaving no trace of an injury. Screeching in
rage, Susan outstretched her four talons and contained the two officers and
their cruiser in a bubble of solid light. Clenching her claws, the bubble
contracted with the force of a trash compactor. When she stopped, all that was
left was a keg sized lump of steel and a pool of blood and visceral. Hissing in
anger, Susan looked over her shoulder and snarled before running off into the
darkness, using her powers again to turn her and her sons invisible. Once out
of sight, the trio ran deep into the alleys, following their mother as she
scurried up the wall like a reptile and crouch over the roof of a ten-story
building. Police sirens could be heard ten blocks away, but the sound still
alerted Susan, making the she creature hiss and sneer, her long tentacled hair
coiling like a nest of angry snakes.
“Where do we go now? Back to the nest?”
Snapping her attention to Steve’s question, the she-creature
narrowed her reptilian eyes and stood to her full 6.5-foot height. Spurs in her
ankles acted like stilettos as she circled the two males with the grace of a
runway model and the intent of a jungle cat, her four talons clicking as she
appraised their presence. Stopping in front of Carl as he reverted to a less
combative form, Susan closed the distance between them and captured his mouth
in hers in a fierce kiss. Hoisting her long leg around his waist, she guided
his already hardened erection at her folds and forced his cock into her pussy.
Wrapping her upper arms around his shoulders and lower arms around his chest,
Susan broke the kiss to press her forehead against his and stare into his eyes.
There was no romance or seduction, her broken mind had no room for that, right
now she was a female in heat, and he was a male she wanted.
Rearing back, Susan purred and hissed in arousal, feeling
his length thrust into her all the way to the hilt, but she got a surprise when
a second pair of hands gripped at her waist and a second cock pierced into her pussy
from behind. Turning to look over her shoulder, she found Steve hiss and grunt,
stretching her to capacity to fit his throbbing length. With two cocks sawing
into her pussy and battering the entrance to her womb, Susan’s reptilian eyes
fluttered, her bountiful breasts pressed up against Carl’s chest and leaked
mother’s milk down his chest and waist.
She wanted them, wanted them both, wanted their seed, wanted
their children, every fiber of her being was telling her to mate and breed and
repeat the process over and over again. There was nothing else. Her eyes began
to flutter from overstimulation, she had orgasmed several times already and yet
the two bulls sawing into her had yet to give her anything. She didn’t have
long to wait until both finally tensed up and fired a torrent into her womb, each
pulse fired into her made Susan’s heart boom in her chest and her pulse throb in
her ears. Drool escaped her fanged lips and she slumped heavily against Carl
from the explosive orgasm that dripped between their tangled legs.
“Sssssss… M-mmmmore! Give me MORE… I want… I…” Her eyes
sharpened, becoming alert separating herself from her two sons and staggering a
few steps on the roof top, Susan Storm stood in shock when she looked down at her
four hands and serpentine tail. Then the memories came back, like a tidal wave
that overwhelmed her just as much as the orgasmic pleasure seconds earlier. Her
murder of the escort in the bathroom, her murdering and EATING the man who
threatened her son, the police… Collapsing to her knees she threw up hard onto
the concrete, her bile bubbling and sizzling the stonework like concentrated
acid. Then a new sensation filled her, one she recognized. Looking down she
found her stomach bloating large and round, expanding by the second as small
forms budded into sight underneath the murk of her translucent flesh.
The horror of it all made her scream, loud enough that all
of Manhattan could hear her.