CW: Gore, Mutilation
Lief kicked the rock down the sidewalk one more time, and watched it skitter off the curb and into the gutter, before he turned and cut through the field on his way home from school. Today had been a decent day. He’d gotten shoved into a locker, but no one had stolen his lunch money, or given him a black eye. It had been two months since his older brother, now a senior in high school, had started telling everyone Lief, his wimpy little brother, was a faggot. Things had been…awful for a few weeks, but everyone had seemed to move on, for the most part, aside from his brother Erik and his friends on the senior wrestling team. It didn’t help matters that Lief was a late bloomer–even though he was nearly seventeen, he still was only about 5’6” and 150 pounds soaking wet. The fact that Erik, his brother, was so much larger than him, despite only being a year and a half older, didn’t help anything. Still, Erik would be leaving for college in the fall, at least, so maybe next year would be better.
The trail was well worn by years of kids using it as a shortcut between school and the nearby subdivision–Lief knew it well enough that he could walk it with his eyes closed, even in the dark. But that late afternoon, he felt a sudden shift in the air, heard a high whistle, and something flew over his head and smashed into the ground about ten yards away in the field, sending off a plume of dirt and dust. He looked around, but didn’t see anything else. Curiosity got the better of him, and so he cut off the trail and into the grass, towards the smoke, stamping out a couple of small brush fires as he went.
It had to be a meteorite, he thought, when he saw the crater. The rock was about the size of his fist, and looking at it, it seemed to still be pulsing red with heat–but when he stepped closer still, he realized it really was pulsing, and the red color wasn’t heat at all–because it wasn’t a rock. He didn’t know what it was, exactly, but he could tell it was alive. He couldn’t believe it–what should he do? Call the police? Take it home? Take it to the science teacher at school? He inched a bit closer, and saw it was pulsing a bit larger, and with a few disgusting noises it tore apart, and out crawled…something. It looked like a snake, Lief thought, but not like any snake he’d ever seen. He needed to kill it, whatever it was–he’d seen enough horror movies to know you never let an alien escape onto your planet. At least it seemed harmless enough, for the moment. He went to stomp on it and pin it down, but the thing…looked up at him, scooted out of the way, and before he could do anything, it wrapped itself around his ankle and slithered up his leg, under his pants.
It was slimy, and wet, and hot. He dumped his backpack on the ground, trying to swat the thing as it climbed higher and higher up his leg until it reached his crotch, nuzzled under his boxers, found his cock, and with a yelp, the thing…slid itself over Lief’s soft cock…and started sucking. Quickly, he dropped his pants and boxers, and found himself looking right at the thing–it’s pale, veiny body engulfing his cock, and he could feel himself hardening from the sensation of the alien’s guts massaging his shaft. The long end of the beast was still wrapped tight around his thigh; he tried to grip it with both hands and tear it off, but it tightened down hard enough to make his cry out, and then he felt the skin of the beast turn sharp, and he yanked his hands away, seeing a multitude of tiny puncture wounds from where the thing had stung him. In a few seconds, his hands went completely numb and limp, followed by his arms, which hung uselessly from his body–the beast had stung his leg as well, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move as the alien continued sucking at his cock.
It felt…good for a few minutes. He even orgasmed, and he felt the beast drink it down, swallowing his sperm, and when it did…the thing’s skin…rippled, and changed, the color becoming less pale, matching his own skin tone–and then he felt the teeth. The clamped down at the base of his cock, and he screamed, trying to fling his paralysed limbs into action, but it was no use. The beast clamped down hard, and at the same time, the pleasant sucking on his cock grew more violent, grinding and pulsing against his cock, mashing in and crushing it, and he could feel heat against his skin, a burning sensation, almost like it was dissolving away inside of the thing’s gut. Every nerve in his cock was on fire, and he quickly lost his voice from screaming, until he couldn’t feel…anything, aside from the beast’s teeth latched to his crotch, and then…he felt something pushing its way into his body, drilling and worming into him from the alien’s mouth. Small tentacles, he imagined, like worms, digging into his flesh, making him squirm and nearly throw up in disgust–until one found it’s way to the nerve endings which had led to his cock, and for one brief flash, everything was…pleasure.
He could feel again, but not his cock–he could feel the thing clinging to his body, the entire surface of it, even where it was wrapped around his thigh. It felt…so intensely pleasurable, it was easily five times as sensitive as his cock had been, so much sensation it hurt in entirely new ways, as he writhed and cringed on the ground, the tentacles burrowing deeper and deeper still, down into his balls, where he felt them probing around his testicles…before swallowing them, dissolving them just like they had his cock. The tail of the beast unwrapped from his thigh, and slipped between his legs, probing his ass for a moment before sliding into him. Lief had never been fucked before, but the sheer sensation of the alien fucking him made him orgasm–or what would have been an orgasm, if the creature hadn’t completely replaced his cock. Instead, he felt the tail, the end of his new cock, probing to the base of his spine, and in one blast of terror, it latched onto his spinal cord, making him scream in agony as small tentacles wormed their way up to the base of his skull, to his brain, and then everything went white.
Bracken's Corner 