rough draft: the toy chest

Playground Toys and Comics’ front doors burst open the minute they were unlocked. Three 12 year old boys ran in followers by their mothers.

“Come on, Mom, let’s play!” said Met Usher to his mom Samantha. He was golden haired split down the middle, short, soft, and round, and wore a red shirt emblazoned with alien insects on it.

She jogged in after him, a full foot taller than him at 6’2”, muscular and curvy, her hair, as golden as his, bound back in a ponytail. She was clad in tight blue yoga pants and a sports bra barely concealed beneath an orange and yellow hoodie.

“Babe, I’m almost too busy to make time for this trip. I’ve got a training session in an hour and I’ve still got to do my own workout. Don’t take too long.”

Met slowed only a moment before resuming his quick pace forward towards the miniature filled board games in the back.

Beside them bounced Vaniah Baylor, his mop of black hair swaying around his round features. He had on a t shirt with a knight fighting a dragon on it, and smiled brightly at the surrounding aisles of comics, toys, cards, and other collectibles.

“God, I could spend forever here. This place is a treasure trove of cool.”

His mother Annetta followed close behind, her high heels clacking on the tile floor. Her sharp face and sharper green eyes under her razor like pixie black hair surveyed her son and the store. Her tight black suit around her lithe frame clashed with the colorful bounty around her. Cross earrings dangled as she stopped before a rack of comics. She picked up a one featuring a demon on it and sneered. “If you can call trash like this treasure. And don’t forget, sloth is a sin.”

“So is being judgmental,” he responded, not quite under his breath, before dashing down an row of books.

Behind them, Shelby Birk slouched forward, brown haired head hung low, but a smile growing wide on his lips as he saw the miles of figures on racks and behind glass. He saw a Ptrranodon statue matching the one on his shirt and grinned. 

“Pretty fun, right mom?” he said. “We could maybe buy a game to play together?”

Beside him, his mother, Dr. Jacline Birk, stood stoically behind him. She wrote beige pants and a gray top over her slight and curvy body, her pale straw colored hair done up in a tight bun.  She examined the room full of colorful distractions like they were an invasive fungus. 

“Life isn’t all fun and games,” she said. 

Shelby sighed inwardly and trudged towards the nearest line of figures. 

As the boys began eyeing the comics and toys, their mothers held back for a reprieve. 

“Thanks for coming,” said Sam to the other mothers. “It’s good to see you outside of a birthday party or PTA conference.”

-women talking to get a feel for their relationship 

“You’re in such good shape!” Annetta said to Sam. “I need to make more time to exercise. The body is a temple after all.”

“I still disagree with you’re religiosity,” said Jacline, “but it is a marvel of evolution and you seem to be at the pinnacle, Sam.”

“Thank you, girls,” Sam said.

“And you would disagree, miss know-it-all,” Annetta said playfully but with a little bite.

Jacline folded her arms. “and you would say that, mrs. holier-than-thou.”

“I am not holier-than-thou! It’s called humble godliness.”

“And I take offense at being called a know it all because I know what I know.”

Sam put a hand on each of their shoulders. “Girls, lets cool down.”

“You may be a fine specimen, dear,” said Jacline, “but that doesn’t mean you can instruct me how to behave.”

Annetta said, “Just because all our husbands in the PTA want you doesn’t mean you’re the boss of us.”

-can’t tell how serious they’re being or even how well they know one another

-i think all the moms should be in agreement over how they are being strict and treagint their sons

=like a professional / motherly bit of equal respect?

“I worry Met is going to end up alone and obese like his father has,” said Sam.

Annetta said, “With someone like you there to whip him into shape? I sincerely doubt it.”

“Indeed,” agreed Jacline. “You’ve a firm grip on him. I just hope I can convince Shelby to cast off his childish infatuations with dinosaurs and monsters and focus on more serious academic studies. His father is certainly no help, so preoccupied with his own classes.” She sighed.

“You’re the smartest woman I know, Jaci,” said Sam. “You’ll figure it out.”

“Please don’t refer to me as that,” Jacline said with a hint of a smile.

Annetta agreed, “Yes, God gifted you with a brilliant mind. You’ll work it out. Even if you are a know-it-all.”

She smirked, and Jacline returned it with a deadpan expression.

“Not that Vaniah isn’t his own handful,” said Annetta. “Always reading this fantasy dribble and fascinated with monsters. Truly, ladies, I worry for his soul sometimes. And all his dad does is say it’s a phase he’ll grow out of and goes back to writing his sermons.”

Jacline said, “I would worry less for his soul and more for his grades. But then, with a mother as attentive as you, I’m sure he’ll be more than fine.”

“Yes,” said Sam. “With a fine upstanding woman like you to guide him, he’ll be a-okay.”

“Even if you are a little holier-than-thou.”

It was Jacline’s turn to smirk, which Annetta returned with a huff.

“What are our moms talking about?” asked Met.

Vaniah said, “Who cares? Check this out!”

He held up a comic with a scantily clad warrior nun fighting an even sexier succubus.

“Awesome,” whispered Shelby.

“Cool,” Met agreed.

“You boys like that?” came a sultry voice.

Vaniah shoved the comic back on the shelves and the boys froze, trying and failing to act natural. A feminine chuckle greeted them. They turned to face a pretty blonde woman a head taller than them, maybe as old as their moms, wearing a tight blue shirt and a dangling necklace with a lock on it. It took them all a moment to lift their heads from eye level with her chest to face her. 

Vaniah mumbled, “We were just, uh…”

“Looking at this game!” Said Met, who reached over and grabbed an upside down pink and purple unicorn themed game from a nearby shelf without breaking eye contract from the lady clerk.

Shelby’s eyes drifted to the two of them and then he shook his head slowly.

The lady clerk, whose name tag read Heather, laughed. “It’s okay, boys. You’re young and curious and that’s fine. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Shelby said, “We just got our allowances from our moms over there and wanted to come in for the first time.”

Vaniah said, “It’s a very impressive store, ma’am.”

“Super cool!” said Met.

She said, “Thank you so much! We just opened a few weeks ago. My son is helping me out right now.”

She pointed and they saw a black haired boy not much older than them, maybe 17 if that, behind the counter. He had on a Rolling Stones tongue logo shirt. He smiled and waved at them. They waved back.

“Well,” said Heather, “If you boys don’t have anything in mind, how about I show you something special?”

They shared excited looks and nodded. She then beckoned them on and led them around a few aisles and to a corner near the door to the back employees area.

“What are your favorite toys?” she asked as she unlocked the door. She went in, flicked on the lights, and began poking around through boxes.

Vaniah asked, “Like type of toys or toy lines, ma’am?”

“Toy lines.”

“Ooh, Bug Borgs!” Met shouted.

Shelby said, “Anything with dinosaurs, but especially Saur Wars, the 80s throwback dinosaur-He-Man one.”

Vaniah answered, “Anything fantasy, but my favorite series is The Leafwind Chronicles. My favorite figure from that is the Trollgre.”

“Well, you may all be in luck!” She came out of the room carrying a box. “Because I got a shipment in of something special.”

The boys leaned in close, excitement building like a pregnant thundercloud.

“Now, these aren’t really from those, or any, specific toy line,” said heather, “but they’re made to go along with almost any kind of theme you can imagine.”

She opened the lid and inside were rows of figures in boxes. But, they were all female, and each one was dressed in a different scantily clad themed outfit.

“UltraLine?” asked Met, reading the label of a package featuring a voluptuous superheroine. “Cool.”

Heather nodded. “They’re a small company and basically make these to order..”

Vaniah said, “They’re really cool,” as he eyed a female soldier wearing an open vest and nothing underneath.

“They’re made by a small company and designed by independent artists.”

“Lots of detail,” said Shelby, examining a cheerleader.

“And plenty of articulation without making them look like robots,” said Heather. “Except for the girl robots.”

Shelby noticed one just behind his hand and said, “Ah!”

Heather said, “as you can see, they come with lots of accessories, they’re customizable and…” she leaned in close, “their clothes snap off.”

The boys’ eyes went wide as the sky.

Heater confined “Now, why don’t you boys pick one out to go with your favorite toys at home?”

“Sold!” said Met.

Vaniah said, “Why, thank you, ma’am.”

“What a great idea!” exclaimed Shelby.

After a few minutes of pouring through the box and staring at sexy plastic women, the boys each removed a figure. Met choice a statuesque blonde girl with golden hair, a right blue bodysuit, and orange and yellow armor that only covered her forearms, lower legs, and shoulders. Vaniah picked up a sultry fantasy witch with long raven hair, goggles, black and purple hat, bodice, and stockings. And Hselby chose a brunette cave girl with wild unkempt hair, a Sabre toothed skull helmet and tiger striped fur bikini. 

“Excellent choices,” said Heather, ushering the boys towards the counter. “I just hope you can hide the toys hidden from your moms.”

Met sighed. “I doubt she’d even notice.”

Vaniah said, “As long as she doesn’t think I’m worshipping Saran, I should be good.”

Shelby scoffed. “My mom would just write it off as blame being naturally curious and not care. She’d be more mad it was a toy.”

Heather sent her son off and quickly rang up the boys, thankfully putting their toys in dark black bags. They thanked her, with fear effort took their eyes off her, and then rejoined their moms, who were busy talking with Heather’s handsome son. Sam laughed at something he’d said, Annetta repressed a smirk and Jacline tried not to blush.

“Oh!” Said Sam. “Did you boys find something?”

“We did,” said Met.

“Something worth your time?” Asked Annetta.

“Yes ma’am,” answered Vaniah.

“Probably some toy nonsense,” said Jacline, making the other moms laugh. “Well, it is your money. I’d just rather you spent it on something serious or educational.”

“It’s educational in its own way,” Shelby said, repressing a smirk.

“If you insist.”

Sam checked her Fitbit and said, “ladies, looks like we’re done here. I’ve got a workout to squeeze in before dinner.”

Annetta said, “and I’ve got dinner to make.”

“And I have emails. Shall we be going?” Asked Jacline.

They agreed and headed out, heather’s son holding the door for them all. “You kids have fun!” he said as he waved the boys and their mothers away.

Met, Vaniah, and Shelby shared smirks at that and grins before they split off.

#

Met had a pile of plastic aliens and insects scattered on the floor, one standing on his desk. He has his notebook out and was trying to draw it when his mother knocked on the door and came in.

“I’m done working out and going out for a finishing run while there’s still some light,” Sam said, zipping up her hoodie. “You’re all done with your homework and everything?”

Met nodded.

“Good. I shouldn’t be gone more than 20 minutes.”

“Gotcha.”

She was about to leave when he said, “Hey, Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna like… play or draw or something when you get back?”

Her shoulders slumped and she said, “Sorry, babe, I need to get a shower after and get to bed early. I have a training session with Jessica early at six.”

He slumped forward and said, “Okay. Thanks, Mom.”

She slapped the door as she closed it and was soon gone, followed by the sound of the front door shutting.

After a minute of quiet, Met took the space warrior figure out of the box. It had been right on his desk and his mom hadn’t even noticed it.

He moved the arms, feeling the good, strong yet smooth joint work and the subtle curves of the plastic. She came with a blasted that fit over her arm, a helmet, and a kind of laser whip. He moved her into an action filled pose of her aiming to the side looking tough and sturdy.

“Very pretty,” he said to her.

He set her beside the figure he’d been drawing, which she was easily an inch taller than. It was a Scytheclaw from the Bug Borg comic and cartoon, one of the basic foot soldiers of the army, a green sort of mix between a praying mantis and a beetle, with a fat, bloated insect abdomen, an upright, humanoid thorax, at the bottom of which were four spider like legs and at the top two scythe arms, and a round head with a disgusting segmented almost finger-like mouth and a round beetle like shell covering over the whole thing. To Met it was one of the coolest monsters even if it was the most basic in the line, but he always liked how sinister and gross it looked.

He aimed the space warrior woman at it, her blasted ready to blow it to bits.

“You two play nice,” he said, and continued drawing.

#

Vaniah collected the dishes while his mother put up the leftover lasagna she’d cooked. His dad, Jeremy, got up from his place and said, “The game starts in a few minutes. Do you two need anything before I go to Geoff’s?”

Vaniah shook his head. “No, dear, you have fun,” his mother said. His father gave her a perfunctory peck on the cheek then was out the door.

“Okay,” she said, turning to Vaniah, “I have church group in a few and you’ve got desert in the fridge. Only one ice cream sandwich, am I clear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Make good use of your Saturday. Remember, idle hands are the devil’s playthings.”

“I’ll be sure to be busy making a mess, then.”

His mom reached over to hug him. Vaniah hugged her back then said goodbye as she picked up her Bible and briefcase and headed out the door.

When he heard her drive off, he ran upstairs to his bedroom and pulled the bag from the comic store out from under his bed. The sexy witch inside the box beckoned him like a secret mistress, and his hands shook as if he were touching real flesh as he undid the cool cardboard box and slipped the smooth, curvy plastic figurine out.

“God, you are sexy as sin,” he said.

He whistled as he turned her over in his hands, feeling the smooth contours of her body and moved her legs and arms about. He took one of her accessories, a magic book, out of the plastic holder and slipped it into her hand. Just holding her felt like something pure from God’s imagination was in his hand, the purest, simplest form of appreciation for the feminine form. He licked his lips and found his heart was beating faster and faster.

He sat on the floor and pulled the Trollgre off his bookshelf from in front of the series that featured it. The thing was a corrupted forest spirit, with a long, lanky body made of mossy tree bark skin and rocky spikes, with horse-like legs, a face like a desecrated elk skull, and tree-limb like antlers covered in wavy cloth hanging moss. He lowered the jaw which let out the things long rootlike tongue.  It stood a good head above her, making it look even more fearsome than usual. 

“Let’s see how this battle goes,” Shelby said.

#

“Mom,” said Shelby, “what do you think of this drawing?”

With a proud smile, held up a picture of Terrordactyl, his favorite of the Saur Wars figure, in flight over a canyon.

Jacline didn’t even glance his direction as she gathered up her purse and slid her laptop into her bag. “Sorry dear, but I’ve got some work to finish back at the lab. Something just came up and I have to be there.”

Shelby’s smile melted into a frown and he placed the picture back down on the table.

“But why don’t you show your father?” Jacline suggested. “I’m sure he’d enjoy it.”

“Aw, Dad’s busy planning his lectures for next week.” Besides which, Shelby’s father seemed to care even less for Shelby’s obsession with dinosaurs and monsters than his mother did. But, at least his mother could occasionally appreciate his artwork.

“I’ll take a look when I come back, dear,” said Jacline. “I’m sorry, dear, I really must be going. And besides, why don’t you use that figure to study some anatomical drawing?” She pointed to the cavewoman he’d bought which was standing next to Terrordactyl on the kitchen table. “At least it’s mostly accurate and realistic, as opposed to those ridiculous dinosaur things you keep everywhere.”

With that, she was out the door.

Shelby huffed and said, “Love you, too.”

He picked up his pencils and figurines and headed back upstairs to his room, passing by his dad working in his office, who only briefly waved to him before turning back to type on his computer.

Shelby walked into his room and closed the door. He eyed the neat rows of books on his shelves, the academic awards on the walls, and the toys lining his burgeoning collector’s case. He sat at his desk, free of homework, and sat his sexy cavewoman and dinosaur monster figurines down. He admired Terrordactyl, its strong, wing-bearing chest, its muscular arms spreading into wide wings, its squat, muscular digitigrade legs ending in sharp talons, its long kite-like tail, and the round head and long beak filled with razor teeth. Absolutely inaccurate to actual pterosaurs, but aesthetically appealing.

Then he examined the cavewoman. He took the sabertoothed cat skull helmet off her to admire her pouty lips, her full strawberry blonde hair, and strong, sensual curves. Just looking at her brought up something long developed by evolution, something deep and primal. He found himself getting hot in his chest, and his fingers began exploring her curves. Hard and plastic, but nice to the touch.

He held her a moment before picking up Terrordactyl. “Time for a totally historically accurate competition,” he said.

#

Sam turned back around on the park trail just as the sun began to set. She had hit a mile in eight minutes and was aiming to hit her second in under that. She’d be back in her neighborhood just as the streetlights came on.

As ever, about halfway through and after catching her second wind, her thoughts started drifting. And as usual, they were about Met. He was such a sweet boy. And she loved working so hard for him, even if it had been difficult to provide for him by herself since the divorce. But that didn’t mean it was easy. He always wanted her to hang out and play as if she had all the time in the world! Didn’t he see how hard and how much she had to work? Not to mention how he had been getting pudgier since hitting puberty. If he wasn’t careful he’d end up as obese and dangerously unhealthy as his father was.

Sam shook her head and pushed those thoughts aside. Helping fix him just meant more hard work, and she could handle that. It was time to start him on a regular workout routine. That way, he’d be healthy and she could keep an eye on him as well.

The sun seemed to be setting especially fast. It was late summer, after all. Sam sped on.

#

“Burz! Burz!” Met said as he danced the space warrior woman around the desk. He’d put the laser whip in her hands and was making her whip it back and forth against the Scytheclaw, knocking the cyborg insect onto its back.

“That’s what you get!” he made her say.

He moved her arms into a victory pose and held her up. She had a solid weight to her, maybe because of a higher quality plastic or her extra armor, but she felt good and solid to Met’s fingers.

“I need to come up with a good name for you,” he said.

Then, he remembered what that pretty clerk Heather had said; that her clothes came off. And, sure enough, there was a warning that said “18+ Only!” on her box. Met’s fingers began to tremble, and it took him a minute to calmly hold her delicately at eye level. He felt around her chest and torso and, seeing the lines on her blue bodysuit, inserted a fingernail after a few fumbling tries and snapped them off.

Bare plastic flesh graced his eyes. She had a heavy chest with tiny pink nipples, beneath which sat a set of six pack abs. And lower, was a tiny patch of yellow pubic hair and a small slit of a pussy.

His hand still shaking, he tried to set her down on the desk, but only had her topple over again and again, each time catching her just before she landed. Finally on the third try she stood upright on her orange armored legs, allowing him to gaze at her. Sure, he’d seen naked girls on the internet, though nothing beyond that, but here, something he could hold in his hand, something that wasn’t flat but real before him, made him sweat with nervous anticipation.

“Out of this world,” he muttered.

His hands finally steadying, he reached out and caressed her body, licking his lips and feeling a little silly, but too excited to stop. He felt her cool plastic curves for a moment, admiring her perfect form.

Then, eyed the monstrous thing beside her, and his mind wondered: what would a creature like a Scytheclaw do if it ripped the clothes off a woman like her and had beaten her in battle?

Shaking, and with a devious gleam in his eye, he picked up the Scytheclaw and had it stalk towards her.

#

The church group ended, Annetta saw the last few members out the door and then locked it. She had a little cleaning up to do and, as with the end of most sessions, she wanted a little time alone with herself in the Lord’s house to process what had been discussed and prayed over.

And as was often the case, her prayers involved her son. She was thankful that Vaniah was, at heart, a good boy, and wasn’t into anything like drugs or drinking, as far as she could tell. She just wished he had his mind on his Bible instead of all that borderline Satanic rubbish he read. Were it not for the Chronicles of Narnia she’d probably have thrown it all out. And his father was no help. David spent most of his time worrying about the congregation than the home of God he was supposed to lead and the wife he was supposed to care for. Oh, well. That was part of the life of a wife, as far as Annetta was concerned. And she did a, pardon the saying, damn good job of being one, too.

She just worried she wasn’t doing a good enough job as a mother. She prayed for Vaniah nightly, and still humored him when he’d go on about those outlandish books and movies he enjoyed. But, she wouldn’t give up. One day, he’d give them up for something more serious.

Even with the hallway lights and classroom and kitchen lights on, an empty church at night was very different than a busy one. Sometimes, she could feel God’s presence the best there. Others, like that night, she just felt the absence of other believers and, most worringly, the doubts that could plague her own faith. She quickly hurried, her heels tapping loudly on the floor, towards the classroom to finish cleaning up and go home.

#

The witch had just cast a spell to bind the Trollgre to the wall. Vaniah held her delicately as magical forces lifted her off the ground, imaginary powers lashing out of her to attack the Trollgre.

“Take that, vile servant of evil!” he whispered in a feminine voice.

His imagination filled the air around the plastic pieces with tendrils of purple and pink magical energy and black light emanating from the Trollgre. He could almost feel the blasting winds as their magics collided.

Then, he remembered what that hot clerk Heather had said about the figures, and his eyes glanced to the red “Adults Only” label on the box.

Well, surely that much wind would be enough to knock clothes off, right?

Vaniah bit his lip and took a deep breath to steady himself. Then, he pried off the witch’s corset and skirt, revealing a supple, lithe exposed torso with tight breasts, hot pink nipples pointing out, a clean shaven pussy. He suppressed a chuckle, but darted an eye towards the door. He jumped up and locked it just to be safe, and then darted back to the sexy witch. He’d seen more than a few naked girls online, but this was the closest to one in the flesh, so to speak. He caressed her tiny body like doing so he could cast a spell himself.

“Oh no, my clothes!” she made her say. “You’ll pay for that, too!”

She was so hot, gloating in her victory. Surely she would celebrate too. What would she do with a captive monster like this?

What if it wasn’t captive.

Vaniah made the Trollgre squirm against his imaginary magical bonds and then break free. The resulting blow to her magic knocked the witch to the ground.

The Trollgre skulked toward her. What would it do when it caught her?

#

Jacline sighed and checked her watch. She’d been at the lab for what felt like hours but couldn’t have been 45 minutes. As much as she enjoyed her work as a research manager, last minute paperwork on the weekend wasn’t the most enthralling aspect of it.

Especially when she’d taken time off to endure some of Shelby’s silliness.

Dinosaurs, as fascinating evolutionarily as they were, were still long dead, and dinosaur monsters were just ridiculous. Putting up with Shelby’s foolish pastimes could really take its toll on her. Why wasn’t he focused on his schoolwork like he should be? His grades were far from bad, however, but still not the heights she knew he could achieve.

Then again, such heights required a lot of pushing. Maybe she needed to push him harder so he could be as successful as she and his father were. Yes, it would require sacrifice, but the rewards were phenomenal.

Such as the pride she felt as she typed out the paperwork and answered the emails, knowing she was at he head of it all. And every time she signed something “Dr. Birk”, it produced a well of satisfaction no paycheck, however bloated, could match.

Still, an empty lab on a Saturday night was the last place she wanted to be, and it took a lot of rational thought to push away the silly subconscious fears that something may leap out of the dark for her. But, she was a woman in STEM, and knew there were worse threats to deal with than monsters of the mind.

She typed faster. The sooner she was home and resting, the better, she told herself.

#

Alone in his room with nothing but his hungry mind, Shelby filled it with fantastical battles between his cavegirl figurine and the Terrordactyl. They clambered atop the canyons of his bookshelves, and dove deep into the sea of his carpet. Finally, their battle took them to atop the mountain of his bed, where their battle seemed to hit a stalemate.

“They seemed equally skilled at prehistoric combat,” Shelby narrated, “but neither was willing to give in.”

He lifted Terrordactyl. “He was too bloodthirsty and vicious to relent…”

He held aloft the cave woman. “And she too cunning and strong to quit.”

He clashed them together. Terrordactyl swept around, but the cave woman battered him down with her spear. Terrordactyl came back again, this time grasping the spear with his clawed feet and carrying it off.

Shelby then remembered what the attractive clerk at the store had said, and his curious mind had to be sated. His heart racing, he swept Terrordactyl down again, this time unclipping the plastic tiger-striped top and bottom from her.

He sat Terrordactyl down as if the creature was curious as well while he held up the cave woman for closer examination. She had buff muscles, wide hips, and ample breasts with large brown nipples. A small patch of brunette hair sat above her pussy, exposed by her splayed muscular legs. His excited fingers explored her ups and downs, feeling the pinpricks of her nipples and the small slit of her plastic pussy.

“Fascinating,’ he said.

He eyed Terrordactyl and picked him up, making him slowly approach. Perhaps, bereft of weapons and clothes, the two had reached a stalemate? Perhaps they could team up for battle What if she rode the Terrordactyl into flight?

Another thought crossed Shelby’s curious mind: what if it rode her?

#

Jittery hands moving excitedly, Met maneuvered the Scytheclaw until its hideous form was positioned behind the space warrior woman. She was down on her knees, looking behind her at the thing approaching her. Met moved the Scytheclaw’s legs apart and its abdomen down until its pointed tip was aiming for her pussy, its legs astride hers, and one claw around her waist and another around her throat.

She was merely human, he thought, soft and fleshy. And it was going to devour her.

#

The shadows had just touched Sam when something jumped out of them and grabbed her. At first her self defense training hit and she reached for a wrist to twist or a groin to kick. But, her hand touched something cold and bony, and her kick bounced off something hard and rigid.

Then, she smelled something odoriferous and musky. And she caught sight of something a head shorter than her but not a person. It had to be a costume. It was dappled green and black and looked like a giant bug.

Then she saw the glowing green abdomen dripping noxioius slime, and the horrible segmented mouth moved like a wet eager hand towards here. Too many yellow eyes glowed.

Sam’s blue eyes went wide in frozen cold horror. She instinctively held up her hands defensively.

Before she could send the signal to her still legs to run, the things multiple legs and giant, scythe-like arms were upon her.

#

Vaniah placed the nude witch as best he could in the Trollgre’s grasping claws. It managed to hold her up thanks to its long and stable horse-like legs. Vaniah imagined a giant root-like penis erupting from between its legs and aiming its black seductive magic at the witch.

“Oh no, I’ve lost the battle of magic!” he whispered in his best girlish voice. “Now, this thing will do what it wants to with me!”

#

Annetta was finishing reorganzing the fliers and booklets on a table, finally feeling the peace only a quiet church could make her feel, when she heard footsteps on the carpet behind her. Heavy ones.

She sucked in a breath then heard a deeper one, like smoke gasping out of a stack.

She smelled rotting wood and moss and an animal’s musk.

She turned and found something demonic in her church glaring down at her.

As her mind shattered, she took in a head like a cow or deer skull adorned with demonic antlers strewn with hair like moss, a body like a withered tree painted with sickly green moss, and pockmarked with sharp black rocks.

A long wormlike tongue rolled out, slick with saliva, followed by a breath that smelled like death.

Annetta clutched at the cross around her neck.

A clawed hand reached out for her.

#

With the cavewoman seemingly at a stalemate with the Terrordactyl, Shelby had her lay on her back as a form of greeting to the creature. He made Terordactly approach slowly, unsure as to the woman’s intentions.

“Terrordactyl was curious about her vastly different body. And he was about to sate his curiousity.”

#

Jacline was walking down the lab’s three-story atrium towards the front door, the area lit only around the edges by slim lighting.

She heard a whoosh and wondered who had left a window open.

She felt a breeze flit through her hair, sending a small chill pricking down her spine.

Then, she heard an inhuman voice caw like an enormous bird.

She looked in the direction of the sound and found herself looking up. There, perched on the guardrail of the third floor’s walkway, was perched, like a gargoyle, something. She could detect a vaguely humanoid torso, but the chest was pointed and too wide, the legs too short. And was that a tail? And was it holding something in its arms?

Then, it moved, and Jacline took in its round head and long, jagged beak, and its twenty foot wingspan.

She blinked, trying to swat the surely imaginary illusion away.

Then, she recognized her son’s favorite toy, alive and moving in the rafters above her, half its body illuminated by the building’s lights, and her natural curiosity turned to an infinitely fed imaginative terror.

Then, the Terrordactyl swept upon her.

#

Met rocked the Scytheclaw back and forth upon the space warrior’s backside, stabbing her pussy as best he could with its pointed abdominal. Yes, he thought, her soft flesh must feel so good to the Bug Borg’s chitinous feelers and claws.

Despite his heart racing and beginning to feel a little silly, Met found himself getting hard.

The poor space warrior didn’t stand a chance.

#

Sam tried to scream as the hard, bony claws ripped at her clothing. She tried to push it off, but it had too many arms and was far too strong. She tried to run, but her body was tripping over its own adrenaline and all she could do was stumble backwards.

“No, no, no, no, no,” was all she could mutter, gasping, panicking too much to take in a deep breath and scream.

The giant sickle claws swiped, rending her hoodie in two and her yoga top into tatters. Another swipe hit her with the broad side and sent her spinning. The creature’s spidery lower legs clambered upon her and its humanoid thorax thrust against her.

Soon she was knocked onto her knees and the thing was on top of her. With a final swipe her yoga pants were torn to tatters, leaving her ass and pussy exposed. One of the horrible scythe hands went around her waist. The other held her by the throat. Sam tried to squeeze her legs closed, but the thing used its four legs to pry hers open and hold them there.

“Stop!” she barked angrily, snarling up at its multi-eyed face.

Its finger-like segmented mouth wiggled wetly, drool slipping out. And despite its lack of human facial features, it somehow looked eager and hungry.

Sam tried to pry the claws off her, but it only held her tighter. Its sickle claws began to bite her skin, threatening to slice her open. She placed her hands on the ground and gripped the grass tightly. The thing’s hold on her with its claws eased.

“Whatever you are,” she snarled up into its horrid face, “I’m going to…”

Then, she saw its hideously bulbous abdomen wiggle. Warm, almost glowing green slime slid off its abdomen onto her naked hips and thighs, disgustingly warm but cool as the night air touched it. She watched as it aimed its blunt stinger at her rear. Then, her eyes widened as something slowly extended out of an opening just below its stinger on its abdomen’s underside with a wet “schlorp.” Something long and curved and segmented and dripping wet.

Sam’s body went cold. Her teeth chattered. Panic flooded her heart.

“No,” she hissed through her clenched jaw. “No, you disgusting thing, don’t you…”

Its clawed grip on her became tighter, almost intimate. It pressed its hips in, bringing its jiggling abdomen and the thirsty thing protruding from it closer to her exposed pussy.

“No,” Sam grunted angrily.

The slimy segmented penis pressed its tip against her pussy’s lips.

“No, no, no…” she pleaded.

She clenched tight and struggled. The insect monster pressed forward.

“No!” Sam barked loudly.

It did no good. Its dick, wet and slippery with thick, warm mucus shoved into her. Inch after segmented inch penetrated her, spreading her, filing her up, ridges rubbing against her.

Sam clenched the grass and tried not to scream.

#

“Oh, no!” said Vaniah as the witch, “by the powers of light, no!”

He held her in the Trollgre’s claws and made it rub its rough clawed hands over her soft body.

“No, oh that doesn’t feel good at all, no!” he cried.

He felt increasingly silly, yet didn’t dare to stop. His imagination fueled, he was going to see how this played out.

“Oh, oooh!” he made her cry, his voice deep and throaty. His blood pumped hard.

He made it lift her up in its talons and begin to hump her.

#

Razor talons like thin black rock delicately sliced open the suit and blouse from her body as Annetta remained frozen in fear. She could feel the cold tips of them pricking her skin as her black bra was exposed. Another hand slipped down and cut her pants to ribbons, exposing her black lace panties.

“God,” she half-prayed, half-muttered, “oh, God…”

Then, the hideous deer skull-faced monstrosity began caressing her body, the palms like smooth aspen tree bark. It massaged up and cupped her breasts and reached down and caressed her thighs, slipping her tattered clothes off as it did. Soon she was standing shivering atop a pile of rags.

It’s root-like reddish tongue wagged like the moss hanging from its demonic antlers, sweet-smelling sap-like saliva drooling down.

Annetta continued whispering prayers as the monster continued feeling her up, it’s strong hands rolling over her limber body.

“Christ, God, please, help,” she gasped out, moth hanging open in terror. “How… h-how did you get into a church? What do you want?” she said, trying to sound as commanding / haughty / superior as possible despite her quivering lips

Her eyes drifted down from the black eyeless holes of its skull-face, and widened with horror as they spotted the thing growing from between its legs. It was like a long, thick, smooth wooden staff, polished and shiny, curved, with a cylindrical knob at the tip. The faint scent of resin wafted into Annetta’s nose.

“W-Wha, what…,” was all she could stammer.

Then, using one clawed finger, it hooked under her brawl between her breasts and snipped it in two, right through the underwire. She gasped as her breasts, small and pert, fell out. It dug down another claw between her panties, tingling through her small managed patch of pubic hair, and tugged her panties in two.

She looked it dead in its lifeless face and said, “N-No, please…”

Its long taloned fingers wrapped around her body, almost meeting in her back, and lifted her easily off the ground like she weighed no more than a Bible’s page. Annetta stared into the cold, thirsty darkness where it’s eyes should be.

“Oh, God, no…” she whispered.

Then it angled it’s hips, pointing its shaft at her, and pulled her down. She strained to keep her legs closed, locking her knees, but it’s shaft easily slid between her thighs, feeling cool and smooth.

“Oh, Goooood!” she moaned as inch after wooden inch pressed into her tight pussy.

#

Lifting the cavewoman high into the air in its squat lower legs, Shelby narrated the awful fate befalling his figurines.

“Weaponless and held aloft in the sky,” he said, “the curvaceous cavewoman was helpless to fend off the Terrordactyl!”

He made her wiggle and beat against the flying creature, but then he made its talons spread her legs apart, it’s tail rear back, and beat its hips down into her.

“Now, she was a mere victim of its unnatural urges!”

#

Jacline’s mind raced and tripped over itself as she tried to rationalize what she was seeing and feeling as the Terrordactyl lifted her into the air, the claws of its squat lower limbs wrapped around her torso. Even in the building’s wide atrium it’s wings nearly filled the space it flapped a torrent into the air.

“Stop!” Jackie said loudly as it hurled her upwards, swinging her back and forth, disorienting her and causing her hair to come undone. “What are you? How did you get in here?”

The dinosaurian creature could not answer, or at least didn’t. It stationed itself high above the reception desk and waiting area, holding Jacline upside down in its clutches as it hovered in the air, holding her surprisingly steady.

“What do you want?” she dared to ask.

Then, what could only be described as a grin crossed the creature’s lipless, razor-toothed beak. It grabbed hold of her her lab coat and wrestled it off her, sending it down to the floor. it began pecking at her blouse, texting off patches and ripping it to shreds. Jacline tried to cover herself and beat back its beak but only succeeded in getting scratched by its teeth. Then, it’s hindquarters began tearing at her pants. Jacline fumbled against it but soon it has rent her clothes to shreds and pecked off her bra and panties, all of which fluttered to the carpet below like leaves.

“Help!” Jacline cried, but only her own echo answered her. She raised her head up to state at the thing, which had fixed her with a hungry grin as warm saliva dropped from its fangs onto her exposed body. Her breathing intensified and panic began to set in, a cold electricity in her brain.

As she stared at the Terrordactyl, she then noticed a protrusion extending from its midsection. No, his midsection. It was Definitely a male. It’s penis was short and squat and pontes, vaguely pinkish in the dim light, and precum was already glistening on its dagger-like tip.

“You can’t…” jacline breathed haggardly upside down.

The Terrordactyl just grinned it’s lipless sharp smile at her. It adjusted its grip on her, the prehensile toes at the back of its hindlegs prying her legs apart while the forward facing claws gripped her butt.

“This is impossible!” shouted Jacline.

The Terrordactyl held up its wings, beat down hard, and pulled Jacline’s lower body up into it, jabbing its penis at her body. It missed and slapped against her belly. She tried to kick and reach up to bat it away, but it was too muscular and agile. Again it best and jabbed. Its penis slipped between her legs but didn’t go in.

Finally, it beat down hard, and brought her pelvis up to meet its plunging dick. It stabbed into her, her pussy wet with fear. It was like being stabbed with sharp warm flesh, and it went deep.

“No!” Jackie screamed out all the air in her lungs.

#

Met rocked the space warrior woman back and forth as the Scytheclaw fucked her. He imagine her moaning and screaming in inhuman pleasure as the deadly alien cyborg used her. He smiled, both hands on the figures, and rocked his hips back and forth with his full hardness.

#

“Vaniah cried, “Ah! Oh!” as he bounced the witch up and down in the Trollgre’s hands. “No, oh by the light, no! But it’s so amazing!”

His own hands, meanwhile, were busy. One held the figures and moved them, another was stroking his pants where his erection was poking out.

#

“The interspecies dance was as unique as it was forbidden,” Shelby said as Terrordactyl played with the cavewoman in the air above his desk. Below his desk, his hard dick threatened to poke through his shorts.

“But one thing it definitely was, was fascinating.”

#

Sam’s throat burned with the scream she kept choked down. Her lungs ached as she held her breath to fight back the sensation as the thing used her. No, rape, as it raped her. Its claws remained locked around her throat and hips. But the rest of it rammed back and forth into her, sliding the bulbous cock in and out of her.

Sam kept her teeth clenched on her scream. She would not give it the satisfaction of her fear. Her knuckles turned white as she kept her grip on the grass below and tried to keep her body still as it attacked her. But still, she jittered and rocked a little as it rammed her, her freed breasts swaying, her thighs and ass jiggling. It may have her body, but it would not have her spirit.

“Huff… uhn… rfff,” she grunted and hissed out from between her teeth with each thrust. It was the only sound she would allow herself to make.

However, the giant insect-like thing, whatever it was, clicked its horrid mouth wetly as it fucked her, saliva dripping onto her back with each clack and hiss. Its hard, cold, bony armor clacked as it moved. And its wet, throbbing cock squished in and out of her.

Her entire body was tense as it did. Her toes curled. Her knuckles turned white as she held the grass. She would not acknowledge it.

But, it’s bulbous, segmented cock pressed against her lips so well as it slammed in and out of her. The curve of it slid against the bottom of her, making her ass quake. And it was so warm and hot and thick.

“Hrf,” she grunted. “Fuck… grr… you… rgh!”

Then, it’s wormy cock began wiggling inside her, up and down. It pressed against her bottom and top of her insides. It squashed and then extended itself inside her. It undulated like it was dancing. And it almost spiraled like a corkscrew.

Sam’s eyes ballooned wide. She bit down hard to keep from moaning out loud. She gripped the grass harder and tensed every muscle to keep from shaking. She felt the moan deep in her throat, and all she wanted to do was gasp and let it out.

She clenched on its squirming cock. It tugged at her as the insectoid thing tried to rear back and slam her again but couldn’t. Its claws tugged harder against her throat and hips and then pressed itself deep into her, extending its dick until it nearly pressed against her top.

“Ggggggrrrr!” Sam growled low and painfully.

She glanced over her shoulder to glare at the thing as it used her for its inhuman urges. She briefly wondered what it was or where it had come from. Mostly she wondered if anything she grabbed off the ground would be enough to bash its head in.

It met her gaze and spread it’s mandibles wide in what she assumed was a predatory, condescending grin.

Then, it tugged the claw against her throat and pulled her head up to hers. She looked away until the strange musky from its breath overwhelmed her, threatening to make her gag. She looked back its multiple eyes and stared daggers into its ugly face.

The mouth moved closer. She wondered why it would do that? But… no, no it couldn’t. The torment just couldn’t possibly get any worse!

Sam’s head shivered in disgusted, furious fear. The insect monster’s face leaned closer. She kept her gaze locked with its.

It kissed her, if it could be called a kiss. It pressed its warm, wet mandibles against her soft lips, pricking her with their bony chitin and tiny sharp feeler hairs. Sam kept her mouth shut tight as the finger-like appendages worked against her, prying at her mouth and pinching her lips.

Foul smelling saliva coated her face and began to drip run down her neck. The thing’s mouth covered hers and her nose. She couldn’t breathe without letting it in.

The spidery mouth worked against hers. She was going to pass out. Her lungs burned.

Sam closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

She sucked a breath full of the thing’s rancid odor. Then, it’s clacking mandibles were inside her mouth, prying past her lips. She winced, a groan escaping her throat as something long and thin felt its way around her mouth and wrapped around her tongue. The sharp teeth at the end of its mandibles clacked against her teeth. Her lips felt around its mandibles. It tasted like sweet candy gone rotten.

She furrowed her brow and scrunched her eyes closed as it played with her mouth almost lovingly while threatening to cut her throat, while a razor claw was wrapped around her six-pack belly, soft compared to its, and while it’s prehensile penis raped her pussy.

Finally, it pulled its mouth away. She gasped for more air, her tongue lolling out of her lips. A long strand of drool connected her tongue and it’s mouth as it pulled away. Sam gasped for air, but didn’t scream.

Her mind drifted as the waves of sensation she’d been struggling against began to wash through her. How long had it been? Over a year since she’d broken up with her last boyfriend. She was just too busy.

She wasn’t just this things outlet for its urges. She was its plaything.

“Just,” she moaned, “just get it over with.”

She dared to open her eyes. An almost loving expression seemed to fill its too-many eyes. Its mandibles opened and closed slowly like it was mouthing sweet nothings to her.

Sam’s head hung low, neck almost resting against the bladed arm. Her shoulders slumped. Her body went slack. She breathed slowly.

The insect monster clasped its claws tight against her neck and belly, its legs holding hers firm in place. Then, it reared back, pulling its cock almost all the way out, and slammed deep into her.

Sam rocked forward, her head rolling about, strands of hair coming loose and sticking to the sweat beading on her head. “Uh,” she muttered weakly.

Another pull and then another thrust. It pushed in deeper this time, stretching farther inside her.

“Gah,” Sam gasped.

It held her so tight it threatened to draw blood. Sam winced.

It reared back until only t he tip of its head was in her, and then thrust hard and deep inside her, stretching itself until it shoved against her cervix.

“Aaaaargh!” Sam cried down towards the ground. As it pressed into her deepest regions its cock flopped about wildly, pressing its ridges against her G-spot, stretching her hard.

“Fuuuuuck!” she wailed, almost ready to cry. But she shut the crying down tight.

It pounded her in and out, back and forth, rocking her in its grasp, playing with her insides like they were a musical instrument, causing her to, “Uh!” and “Oh!” and “Huh!”

“No!” she grunted as the liquid lightning sensation began to grow inside her. No, after all it had done, she couldn’t let it make her cum!

But she was out of fight, and had no choice but to beg.

“Please,” she plead. “Please, no, don’t make me cum!”

The thing just held her tighter and fucked her harder. Stretched deeper into her. Wormed wilder against her G-spot. Filled her up more and more.

“No,” Sam muttered as it rocked her body. “No, please, oh no…”

It grew closer, a tightness ready to snap. FEMALE ORGASM FEELING YO A release she had no control over.

Its grip held her in place as it pounded her pussy, legs clacking, drool slipping onto her back as it glared victoriously down at her.

The warm looseness was coming. Soon, she hoped, it would be all over.

“No, please, don’t make me, please,” she begged weakly.

The bug’s fucking grew furious.

“Not in me, don’t cum in me, no….”

Harder and harder, faster and faster.

“No, please, noooooo!”

It struck. Warm waves of pleasure washed over her, her body tingling like static. She moaned out a low wail like she was crying out relief that was forced onto her. Sam dug her nails into the ground and she undulated like the worm thing inside her as she came.

Then, the insect came. It jittered like it was being shocked. “Oh, fuck, no,” she muttered as she felt it cumming. Its dick spasmed inside her and released hot jets of wetness in to her, thick and sticky.

“Fuck nooooo,” she moaned weakly.

The insect stiffened, its dick stretching deep into her, until it finished emptying into Sam’s pussy. She lay loose in its grasp, her own orgasm still reverberating throughout her body, as the disgusting deposit began drizzling out of her in thick gobs.

Sam, worn out and beaten, merely lay there and took it, whispering, “No, fuck, no….”

After what felt like forever, with the still insect atop her as if it had died, finally it relaxed its hold on her, and Sam slunk to the ground, bracing herself on her elbows, her ass up in the air as she was still locked in touch with the thing. It slowly pulled its cock out of her, eliciting moans as its segments rubbed and pushed against her, until the maggot cock was out of her. She gasped at the freedom, even as its bladed arms still held around her throat and stomach. She lay there, it on top of her, in its deadly grasp, until its bladed arms and entrapping legs felt almost numb against her skin.

“Well?” she finally coughed. “Are you done? Or did you want a fucking round two?”

She turned to glare up at the thing, only to find it gone. The numb feeling against her throat and belly and on her arms was fading into nothing. The only thing around her were the shreds of her clothing.

But, the scent of it still lingered in the air, and she could feel its slimy remains still inside her.

After rising up on her elbows for a look around and discovering she was safely alone and cloaked in the darkness of the park and hidden behind the bushes, Sam gasped with relief, then collapsed onto the ground. As she did, naked, spent, and used, skin pricked by the dry grass, still gasping from the forced orgasm, the tears came, angry and hot as the sun. But, she did not sob.

Extra

The insect monster held her head in its scythe-like claw, almost caressing it. Its other, still around her waist, seemed to be holding her like a lover rather than a victim. It rubbed its legs against hers, and they had the audacity to tickle.

Then, the thing began slowly pushing its wormy cock in and out of her. Sam only fought the moans a moment before she let them out of her weakened lips. “Ah… oh… uh.”

Its cock still stretched and shrank inside her, still treated her inside like a dance room as it wiggled about. But, it was a gentle exploration, , as if it had all the time in the world.

-save for later when story takes turn? Monsters loving them gently could be a good, fun change as plot turns!

#

Annetta continued begging for God’s help as the demonic creature that had appeared in her church continued its assault upon her.

“Please, oh Christ, help!” she yelled deep throated, gasps and moans escaping her with each thrust of its wooden dick. “Pleas… oh… h-help!”

The demonic deer-skulled, tree-like thing lifted her up and down almost gently upon its shaft, slowly thrusting up into her, its knotted head pressing, up into her G-spot as it did. Annetta grasped onto its arms, its skin like bark, and tried to push herself out of its grasp. She kicked her legs as she squirmed, but the things’sgrip was as strong as roots.

“N-No!” she pleaded. “Oh, please… uh, no!”

But the monster wouldn’t stop. It merely continued to rape her as slowly and surely as a tree growing roots through a stone. And all she could do was squirm in its hold, her earrings and cross necklace jangling about as it slowly pumped her.

Her mouth open and gasping for air as more moans escapes, Annetta said, “Wh-where did you… uh… come from? How… guh… did you g-get in here?”

But the monster did not answer her, save for wagging its tongue back and forth as though it were taunting her. All Annetta could do was struggle futilely and scream, “Stop this at once!”

The worst part of it was how good it felt. Her husband David was a steady if unsurprising lover, but this was an entirely new experience. It was a hot hell Annetta feared she would always end up in, but she’d never expected hell to be so pleasurable.

“W-What are you?” she demanded as if it were a child sneaking into a closed Bible group. 

But she knew the answer. It was a demon of pure lust and it had come for her. But how had it gotten into the church? And why her? Hadn’t she always prayed faithfully? Didn’t she chastise sinners like she was supposed to? Wasn’t she firm with her son like a godly mother should be?

“Why?” she wailed. “W-Why are you… oh… doing this?”

In response, the creature slowly pulled her down onto its cock, raising its hips as it did, sliding its knobby head right along her G-spot. Annetta moaned low and loud, her voice echoing throughout the empty church. She gripped the monster’s arms hard and squirmed upon it.

It pulled her closer to its body. Then, its long hanging tongue lapped against her body, slathering her stomach with drool. Annetta gasped at the sudden wet sensation. The tongue worked against her body, warm and soft and strong. It coiled around one pert breast and squeezed.

“Gah!” she yelped in shock.

The root-like muscle flicked against her nipple, rubbing and toying with it. Annetta moaned and whimpered.

“S-Stop!” she said. “Please, d-don’t torment me!”

The monsters tongue released her breast, only to twist around to the other one. It lathered against her nipple and then wrapped right around her tit. It the lifted her up and slowly set her down again upon its shaft.

“Noooo!” Annetta moaned.

The demon grinned its dead face at her, hot gasps of dead air breathing onto her. It slid her up and down again upon its cock, almost like it was using her to massage itself. But, as it’s tongue squirmed around on her body, Annetta had no doubt it was intentionally teasing her. No, not teasing.

“Stop toying with me, demon!”

It only continued lathering her chest with drool. It ran down her belly, cooling in the air.

It began thrusting harder with its hips as it pulled her down. The almost gentle rhythm was stronger than any Annetta had ever experienced. She squirmed as she was lifted and pulled down again, wiggling her hips against the horrible pleasure.

The demon, in response, held her body closer and lashed her more lovingly with its tongue.

Annetta stared wide eyed into its dark holes as she realized what it was doing. She said, “Oh, no!”

But the thing just kept gyrating it’s shaft into her, up and down, hips rolling, tongue caressing. It’s claws began rubbing against her skin, pricking her in places, massaging her in others.

“Please, not that!” Annetta cried.

It was like riding a machine. Up and down she went as back and forth went it’s hips. Despite herself, she pulled her legs back and her toes curled.

“Oh, God, no!” She cried. “I’m married! My husband,.. “

But the thing didn’t stop. It kept on fucking her like it was crated just to please. 

Her body grew even hotter like as though m her soul was on fire. Annetta tried holding herself still, but that just made it easier for the demon to slide in and out of her.

“Oh… ah… no!” she moaned, her body feeling loose, her lungs gasping out moans and prayers. “David I’m sorry!”

The thing leaned it’s head closer to hers. It moved its tongue from her chest to her neck, then her face, wiping up and down her cheek with almost affection.

All the while, she could feel it coming, an apocalyptic climax like she’d never felt, never dreamed nor feared she could experience. “

“Not with this monster!” she begged.

But the demonic thing was unrelenting. It bathed her cheek with soft kisses from its long muscular tongue. It slid her up and down like she was a sock on its cock. And she tingled like she was about to explode.

She hollered our, “Not like this!”

The fucking grew harder, faster, but also more rhythmic. It gyrated more. It pulled her down harder. It was becoming too much. Annetta leaned her head back as warm saliva covered her cheeks.

“God forgive meeee!” she cried.

It struck, falling upon her like a torrent. She moaned and wailed like she was speaking in tongues. She gripped the thing’s arms stiffly and spread her back-held legs. And, most sinfully of all, she ground her hips forward, rubbing her G-spot against tits shaft.

Annetta babbled, “Aaaah! Aaaawwooooah! Yasoooah!” as she came.

The thing jerked once or twice then slowed as it finished. She shuddered as she climaxed while the thing slid her up and down upon its dick, pumping her full of hot, thick sin.

“Oooooh!” She groaned, tears threatening to fill her eyes. “Aaaaargh! Nuuuuooooh!”

The scent of it s cum filled her nose, salty and even sweet like syrup. It’s tongue went still against her face, cradling her chin in its wet hold.

“Uuuuihhhhhhiiiiiiooooohhh,” Annetta breathed, then went limp in its grasp. Her head rolled back and she stared blank-eyed at the ceiling, vaguely taking in the mural of cherubic angels painted by some of the children, including her own boy.

“Goooooooood,” escaped her lips.

She felt her feet touch the carpet below followed by her weak knees. Then, her limp, spent body collapsed to the ground in a pile of heavy breathing and sweat.

Annetta immediately sat up to find herself alone again, or at least as far as she could tell. There was no demon around, only her and the remains of her clothes.

And the sinfully good sensation still passing through her body. And the thing’s sticky cum that she could still feel filling her up.

Annetta instinctively covered herself for a moment then, upon realizing she was alone, relaxed, and fell panting to the floor.

“God,” she whispered, “oh God, if you’re there… forgive me.”

Annetta remained there, collecting herself, wondering what in creation had happened, what she should do about it, what, if anything she should say to her husband, and how she could forgive herself for enjoying it, for what felt like eternity

#

The last remaining rational part of Jacline’s mind thought that she would’ve found what was happening incredibly scientifically interesting if it wasn’t happening to her. Were a seemingly impossible creature that resembled her son’s ridiculous toys not hovering in the air with her in its clutches. Were it not stabbing a spear-like penis into her vagina with each beat of its wings.

“Ah… argh!” she cried out with each jab.

Her mind raced to catch up with her body. How could this be happening? What was this creature? Where did it come from?

More jabs, each one sliding against the roof of her interior, each one better feeling than the last.

“Ag… no… help!” She cried instinctively, and futilely, again.

“What… ah… are you?” Jacline yelled as it pounded her upside down.

The pterosaur-like beast said nothing, if it even could. Instead it cawed a high-pitched screech and kept pulling her up into it and stabbing down with its hard, meaty cock.

“No... ah… stop this!” Jacline said.

Think. She had to think despite everything. Despite literally being turned upside down. Despite the horrible t hing this creature was doing ot her. Was there a way to reach it? Communicate with it?

She said, “I can… oh… g-gather what you want… uh!”

The beast screeched again, pulled her up again, thrust its hard cock deep into her again, making Jacline yelp again. It penetrates deep within her, shoving hot pleasure into her pussy.

“But, why?” she yelled. “W-Why are, oh! you doing this? Where did you… ah! come from?”

It only responded with more flaps and thrusts. Jacline felt like she as an experiment being tested on, to see how much they could endure, how long they could hold out, how much pain it would cause, how much pleasure, until…

“Tell me!” Jacline screamed. “You’re intelligent, I know! Tell me!”

The pterosaur-like beast let out a long, slow screech, and began thrusting harder into her. Jacline felt it rub its pointed head against her walls, pressing against her G-spot / scientific name for it like it was testing her for a response.

And she did respond. Jacline gasped, “Oh! Gah! No!”

She lifted her head again to try and beg, but wilted under the microscope of its bulbous yellow eyes.

She was beginning to gather the information and understand: her tormented pleasure was why it was here.

“Please, tell me!” she cried. “Stop this torture!”

Jacline swayed in its grasp, flapping about like one of its wings. What a sight she must look! But what a sensation it was! A terrifying, but curious, one. Though she screamed as she flailed about, she also couldn’t help moaning as well. Her husband Phillip was a timid, reserved lover, and nothing as primitive and passionate as this was within his capabilities. And to be so desired by something so inhuman that it had to mate with her had its own… subtleties.

“Oh… huh… ah… oooh!” moaned and gasped.

The reptilian creature screeched again as it drove deeper into her, threatening to slam into her cervix, but never doing so, as though it knew just the right amount of force and thrust to elicit the most moaning from her.

Jacline grunted, “Hoo, ho, ah… argh!”

But she was the scientist. She would not be this thing’s experiment. Her hands, which had been flailing about uselessly, reached up and gripped the thing’s talons around her waist.

“Cease this at once!” Jacline shouted with all the doctoral authority she could manage.

Sbe managed to steady herself. But, that only seemed to make it easier for the pterosaur monstrosity to slam into her harder, to grind into her More effectively.

“Gah, no!” she screamed. “No, ah, no… oh, no!”

She pounded a fist on the thing’s hand, but it’s hold remained as firm as ice.

She gripped its talons hard and shook. “Release me! I demand… ooohh… y-you release me!”

It peered its beaked face down at her and gave a toothy grin, saliva sputtering down onto her. She sputtered, “Ew! Ugh!” and shook her head.

Then, the creature reared its wings back, heldnher dar down, and flapped hard and pulled her up violently, stabbing its cock deep within her. Jacline struggled to maintain a calm  head as the creature’s head throbbed inside her.

“God!” she cried.

She tried to stabilize herself and breathe deep, but the creature pounded her hard again, making her cry.

“Gyah!”

Focus. She had to focus. There had to be a way to reason with this thing.

“Stop!”

Another pound.

There has to be a way to get herself out of this.

“Please, help!

Another hard slam of its cock into her.

A way to stop the unnatural pleasure that was beginning to course across her nervous system.

“Oh!” another grinding thrust made her cry.

Her fingers trebled against the creature’s talons. Then, they gripped harder as her pussy began to tingle.

“No!”

It was akin to when she’d finished a large research project, that feeling of anticipation and buildup to discovery, only wet and hot and furious. Her mind went from racing to sprinting as she sensation, the horrible, wonderful sensation, intensified.

Jacline gasped, “Ah! Oooooh!”

She kicked and writhed against it, but the pterosaurian monster merely jumped harder and faster. His tip ground against Jacline’s G-spot, only making her writhe more.

“Ooooh! Aaaargh!”

How to free herself? There must be a way. A way to stop this intense sensation. To undo this invasion of her body. To stop the forced pleasure invading if.

“Grr!” She snarled as she writhed upon its cock as it drilled into her. “Oooh! Aaaah!”

It was rotating its hips now, pressing into her with an almost mathematical rhythm, like it was unlocking the secrets to her body. And, try as Jacline might, she was about to be opened up.

“No!” she cried. “Stop! Nnngh!”

Another rhythmic thrust and grind electrifying her G-spot.

“Nyyoooooaaaaahhh!” she moaned.

It’s hold on her tightened. It grinned wider and drooled more hot saliva onto her. It’s wing beats were like a storm she was caught in the center of.

It thrust again and again and again. She moaned more and more and more.

“Oooh! Aaaah! Grrrr!”

Then her hips began to buck. She gripped onto it for support and thrust her hips up as it drilled its cock down. She rubbed her interior along his sharp tip and began gasping.

Finally, it struck, opening her up like a long held scientific secret. Jacline’s head arched back and she bellowed out down to the ground.

“Oooooooooaaaaaaahhhhhhhhrrrrrraaaaaaagh!”

The wing beats grew frantic as it began jabbing her rapidly. And then it released, streams of heat that pierced into her depths. Jacline gasped and exhaled like a balloon deflated. 

The creature’s wings flapped sower and slower. They quickly but gently sank to the ground as she rode the end of her climax down, a long, slow gasp coming out of her, the creature’s head hanging low and laying its beak against her belly.

With a soft thud she landed on the carpet and it upon her. Soon it was laying upon her, wings covering her like a blanket, them together like combatants who had felled one another. It breathed rank air upon her as it lay its beak across her chest.

Jacline could only lay back in shocked incomprehension as the last waves of pleasures washed over her, making her squirm and jiggle. She closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing. 

When she opened them, the scaly weight that has been resting upon her was gone with nary a flap of wings nor a scuttle of talons.

Jacline sat up and looked around. She she saw and heard nothing, she gathered up the tattered remains of her clothes, went to her locker in the women’s room and grabbed a spare pair of scrubs, and hurried home, all the way trying to rationalize what exactly had happened.

#

“And so,” narrated Shelby, “their battle ended in a consummation of peace, the cave woman and the Terrordactyl returned to their respective tribes. But, was it truly the beginning of peace, or the beginning of a new type of warfare between the tribes?”

Still excitedly aroused, Shelby redressed the cave girl and set her and Terrordactyl back to respectable spots upon his bookshelf. He was finished for the day, but doubted he was done playing in such a manner.

Still, he sighed and, after taking another admiring look at the cave girl, wished he’d had somebody else to play with.

#

His dick still harder than the pieces of plastic on his hand, Vaniah had the witch utter one last gasping cry of, “Yessssss!” and then let the figures collapse.

Breathing hard and his dick even harder, he quickly shuffled the surely parentally-unapproved figures back into the spot under his bed where he hid other such things like a Japanese comic with scantily clad girls in it and a soft core dvd movie he’d stolen from a cousin’s house. He was happy after his playtime, but still sad to end it, knowing his mom would be home to check on him soon.

He locked his lips and realized that, while playing alpine was enjoyable, he was missing a partner to make it that much more enjoyable.

#

Met, his heart racing, his shorts tight, finally set the toys down on his desk. The space warriors woman had fought valiantly but lost and been ravished by the lustful scytheclaw. It had been an exciting defeat to witness, and his hands still shook at he set the figures back in his toy chest.

He sat still in his chair, wondering what their next battle would be like. Would the warriors woman defeat the scytheclaw? And what about the rest of the bug borgs? They were a formidable army.

Then, for a quick moment, the lonely quiet of the room struck him, and met wished he had an opponent, one like the warriors woman herself, to find out the answers with.

#

editing - Make each of those scenes short like 500 words or so

Sam burst in through the front door, slammed it shut, and shoved the locks into place. She stood there, hands pressing the wood against any possible inhuman intruders, as her breathing steadily slowed. After a long minute, Met came in from down the hall.

“Mom?” he yelled.

It took another minute for Sam to stop gasping to answer, “Yes, it’s me.”

It was then she noticed she was naked save for the rags of clothing she’d used to cover herself. She took a cautious step away from the door then bolted to her room just as Met walked into the living room.

“You okay?” he called in the direction of her room.

By then she has made it inside and shut the bedroom door. “I’m fine, babe. Just… tired and sweaty from running.”

“Oh. Okay.”

With that, she heard him make his way back to his room and close his bedroom door. When she heard that, she slid to her knees on the soft carpet and worked on trying to calm her racing heart. It took a good five minutes, and then Sam went to the bathroom to clean herself up and take a long, hot shower. During it, a few tears slipped out, but she still did not bawl like a baby.

When she was as clean as she could be, she sat at her small desk, really just a table for her laptop, and decided what to do next. Call the cops? And tell them what, exactly? That she’d been raped by an alien? Maybe it was just a guy in a costume. But no, she told herself, what she’d felt, what it had been like, could not have been a costume.

Could others have experienced something similar? She browsed online and found only weird stories about dogs acting aroused around women or monsters in kids’ closets, as well as the usual “aliens abducted me” stuff. Pure bullshit. But then, what other word could Sam use to describe what happened to her? There was definitely something left in her shed just flushed down the toilet. It had been so raw and rough and the orgasm pure sexual torture, no matter how strong it had felt.

She shook her head. Maybe she was having an episode? Maybe working out too much? No, that was even more bullshit. She decided to make herself a drink and watch some TV to reassert reality. As she mixed herself a Jack and Coke, Met came in, a video game console in his pudgy hands.

“Did you have a good run?” he asked.

Sam took a long sip of her drink. “Yes, yes I did. It was… intense. Um, how was your evening?”

He seemed to go wide eyed a moment, then said, “It was good. Just playing and gaming.”

On the one hand, Sam was glad he was safe. On the other, she resented he’d been goofing off as usual while she was out trying to better herself and had been… she was still trying to find the words to describe it.

“Oh, really?” she asked. “And is that all you’ve been doing? Goofing off and playing games?”

“Uh, well, I mean, it’s the weekend. I mean, I know we have that group project due in a couple weeks, but…”

Sam set her glass down hard. “Met, I’m tired of you spending all your time with a joystick in your hand. It’s time you started taking care of your body. You can’t be weak and soft anymore.”

Met was shocked by how blunt she was, even for her. But, from the unhinged look in her eyes, he knew he’d better not disagree. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Enjoy the rest of your evening. You’re going running with me in the morning. Now, I’m tired from spending my day working and bettering myself and need some rest.”

He huffed a little as he hauled back down to his room. Sam took another gulp. Had she been too hard on him? Were her nerves getting to her? No, he needed a firm approach. She had to make him be able to protect and care for himself.

Was what had happened getting to her? Sam write that off as more bullshit. Still, after watching the news, finishing her drink, and making sure Met was doing his homework, she went to bed early with her .38 under her pillow.

#

“And how was church, dear?”

Annetta stared blankly at David as she opened the bathroom door. She had managed to sneak in past him and Vaniah, covered only in the tatters of her clothing, slip into their bedroom, and clean herself up without being noticed. But she still wasn’t prepared to face her family after what had happened.

“It was fine!” she blurted out too loudly, pulling her bathrobe tighter around her chest and folding her arms.

Her husband asked, “You sure? You seem a little nervous.”

“Oh, I’m just tired. It was a really big I mean heavy session. Just the… the spirit of God working through us. Nothing else happened.”

Or had it? Surely some demon had just assaulted her mind and made it feel so real. But, her body trembled with memories of the orgasm it had inflicted upon her even as she stood gazing at her loving, doting husband. Certainly, something that strong could never come from a human, let alone her plain and simple husband.

Without prompting, Annetta went to her husband and hugged him tight. She took comfort as she breathed in his familiar cologne and smelled his favorite late-night writing session coffee on his breath. He held her close.

Annetta felt the claws of the demon on her body, its hot warmth as it penetrates her and filled her up with the vile sin she’d just expunged from herself. And she shivered at the memory of what it had made her feel.

“You sure you’re okay?” David asked.

Annetta nodded. “Just… tired.” She released him. “Let me go check on Vaniah before I turn in early.”

“Okay. I’ve got more preparing to do for tomorrow’s sermon. I’ll be in shortly.”

They hugged again and he went back to his office while she went in search of their son. Annetta found him in the living room sitting in a comfortably chair, reading.

“Hey,” she said to him.

He looked up and stared a moment as if he’d been caught doing something. It was then Annetta she had only her short robe. No matter.

“Hey,” he replied.

“I’m about to go to bed. Long, um, session starts church. Did you do your Bible reading?”

He looked away. “No, not yet.”

She frowned. “Is that a Bible you’re reading?”

“No.”

She examined the cover and saw what could only be a gaggle of witches and wizards on the cover. More possibly Satanic nonsense to corrupt his mind.

She shivered as she imagined the sight of the being standing over her, and worried for his own soul.

“Why don’t you put that garbage down and go read your Bible?”

He sighed and said, “Yes, ma’am.” He rose and walked past her.

Annetta watched him go up the stairs. Suddenly alone in her home filled with her loved ones, Annetta felt safer, but not whole. She went to her bedroom, alone, showered, and prayed hard before bed. She prayed God would forgive her for what had happened, that He would save her from another demonic attack, and most importantly forgive her body for feeling any amount of pleasure during it.

Safe, though far from sound, she slept and dreamed only of the blackness in the thing’s eyes and the void it penetrated into her.

#

[editing =- focus on Jaci taking her emotional frustrations out on Shelby, seeing him more as a project than ason

Jacline hadn’t aroused suspicion from neither her husband nor son as she made her way in. HUSBAND was busy relaxing with a drink and watching a game while Shelby was occupied with himself in his room. After quickly taking a sample from what the beast had deposited within her, she gave herself a swift scrub with body wipes and then changed clothes. After taking a few minutes to collect herself, she emerged from her bedroom to find that it was almost as if she hadn’t been noticed. 

“How was your WHATVER HBBY DID?” she asked as she approached the living room. 

He was sitting with a beer in his hand and eyes glued to the basketball game. “Uneventful. How was your evening at the office?”

She shrugged. “Um, uneventful as well.”

He nodded and said nothing else.

Withholding a sigh, she went to check on a Shelby. She located him playing video games in his room.

“Hi,” he said, briefly turning his head from the screen as she entered.

Was he even aware how long she’d been gone? Did he even miss her? These questions battered around her brain. But perhaps more importantly, had he finished his homework?

“Is your homework finished?”

“It is!” Shelby said triumphantly.

Jacline folded her arms. “Good. And how did you spend your time while I was away?”

“Just… playing.”

Just playing. Like he had nothing better to do with his time. She “hmph”ed and said, “I think you’ve played enough. Why not do some studying before bed?”

“But, Mom, I…”

“Shelby, I’ve had a long day and I don’t care to hear your excuses. Get to work.”

She stood and watched as he went began to go back over his homework and portion of their project before leaving to go back to her room. She quickly hopped into the shower and let the soothing water rinse her body and mind clean.

She couldn’t explain what had happened, and didn’t care to put much thought into how it had made her feel. But, she had work to do, and a sample to examine.

#

[editing – starting new from here – continuing on towards second attack, have school project scene and moms coordination bumped up to later]

Me: Good. Depth and experience. I like that. So Sam, you’d push Met to stop playing and toughen up. Helps a lot.

Me: So Annetta, like I figured, you’d confiscate all the sinful / demonic things of Van’s you could find and press him harder into prayer and… complying? Coordinate? What’s that damn word? We’ll come back.

Me: Good, we’re getting somewhere. Jaci, I could see you simply misplacing your feelings on the situation onto Shelby and being harsher on him than need be.

Met: So, Mom wanted to toughen me up and stop being a kid. So, naturally, being sensitive and kind of a pushover, I obeyed. Or tried to. But still, after a particularly rough day of physical training, I cried and played to feel better.

Vaniah: Oh, I was not taking my mom’s holier-than-thou crap. I acted good, even sincerely prayed, but when she was gone, I busted out the Trollgre and the witch.

Annetta: It had been over a week and I’d just begun to feel safe enough to go out, albeit with more crosses on than usual.

Shelby: well, my mother taking out her frustrations on me made me feel even more like I wasn’t being seen as a person but as a project. So I obeyed and did some of my schoolwork but also spent even more time rebelliously playing. 

=go back in an edit out the project happening next day, add in more accurate depictions of how moms would react

boys at school discussing moms

-met coming home exhausted from run with mom, cries, plays to feel better. 

-Vaniah, home from another midweek church group, goes to play with toys to rebel against mom

-Shelby, after grueling study session and / or grinding from Jaci after he makes less than an A+ on something leads to him playing instead of studying

-Sam, finally feeling safe, is on way somewhere when Scytheclaw attacks her from back of her van / car

-annetta, feeling holy and safe, and far enough away to wonder if she hadn’t imaged the whole thing, is… dripping off flowers at a grave for recently passed church member? Or picking up food for donations? Somewhere she feels safe when Trollgre gets her. Maybe woods or playground of church! Yeah!

-Jaci is dropping off something at husband’s school / night class when pulled into classroom by terrodactyl? She does so after studying sample in lab and finding nothing concrete

-cut to quick bits of boys playing, then beginning to play with selves

-back to moms mid coitus, 

-boys finish

-monsters finish moms 

-after that, cut to group project. No need for more setup inbetween 

-what if during second play session w their toys is first time each boy masturbates? Hell yeah!

#

During lunch, as they sat together eating quietly, Met asked, “Have your moms been acting a little…”

“Crazy?” said Vaniah before taking a drink of Coke.

Shelby, between mouthfuls of sandwich, suggested, “Unusual?”

Met said, “I was gonna say, ‘intense,’ but yeah. What is up with them?”

Vaniah said, “Last night, Mom confiscated all my fantasy books and toys like I’d been using them to summon the devil.”

“Did she get…?” asked Shelby.

“No. Hid her and my Trollgre along with my favorite book under my bed in the box springs. Knew she’d look under the bed but not in it.”

“Smart.”

“Wish that was all my mom did,” said Met. “She said I’ve gotta start working out with her. Like I don’t do enough in P.E.!”

Shelby said, “At least your mom’s treating you like a person. She suddenly got mad I only got an ‘A’ in science. She treats me more like I’m a test or an experiment she’s trying to perfect!”

“Man, what is going on with all of them at once?”

“Maybe their periods are synced?” said Shelby. “That’s a thing that can happen, right?”

Met shrugged.

Vaniah said, “Well, my Mom’s in for a surprise if she thinks she can keep me from playing and reading fantasy.”

Shelby said, “and I’m already doing all I can with school! I’m not a robot. Maybe a few ‘Bs’ will teach her!”

“I hear you,” said Met. “I’m gonna do my best but she can only get so much out of me. Besides, how bad can it be?”

#

When Met was finished throwing up in the bushes, he rejoined his mom on the trail.

“You okay?” she asked, still jogging in place.

He choked down the choice words in his head and instead said, “I’ll be okay.”

“Okay. Cmon, let’s keep going. It’s only been one mile so far.”

“Out of how many?” he dared to ask.

Another half hour and one mile later, they were back home before the sun had even begun to set. Met grabbed and guzzled down a bottle of water and then collapsed onto the couch in the living room. His mom strolled in, casually sipping from her bottle like she’d just woken up.

“That was… not bad,” she said.

“Uh huh,” Met babbled. He could barely do more than stare at her. In his sweatpants and hoodie he felt like a sack of potatoes jostling up and down the park’s trail. She, on the other hand, looked like the sculpted muscular goddess of exercise she always did. Even as exhausted as he was and subconsciously made at her for making him work out he was, he couldn’t help but admire her.

“I’m gonna go grab us some salads for dinner,” she said. “Why don’t you rest and clean up? Be sure to stretch.”

She then went out to her car and drove off. Met watched her leave, remained heavily breathing on the couch for another five minutes, then slowly rose and went to the bathroom. After tossing his sweaty clothes into a pile on the floor, he washed his body down with nearly scalding hot water. Either because of the water or, hell, because the exercise actually felt good, he began to relax. He drubbed his body up and down with a soft lathered up loofa. As he went down his groin, he couldn’t help but notice how good the water felt on his dick, how smooth the soap felt. He watched his dick grow hard, inch by inch lifting up as if to drink from the shower, and bounce up and down with each beat of hot blood. It was a little like him, on the short side and squat, but thick and with a large head. He’s felt it go hard before, of course, but it had never felt so good before, either.

He was about to see how it felt to do more when the water started turning cold. Met gasped and shut off the water, then quickly hopped out and began drying himself off. He exhaled deeply as he left the steam filled bathroom and went back to his room. Then, his dick still hard and his heart still racing, he checked to make sure his mom was still gone and went and grabbed some special toys off his shelf.

He placed the Scytheclaw before the space warrior woman, as if they were meeting on patrols again. He wondered, as he felt her bulbous curves in his hand, how the battle would go this time.

This time, the space woman was angrier at her previous defeat, emptying her gun at the Scytheclaw upon first sight. But it was quick and dodged her shots, and soon was upon her, ripping off her plastic armor and leaving her naked and defenseless under it.

Met grew harder than the plastic in his hands.

#

“…and then BIBLE VERSE and… Vaniah?”

Vaniah shook himself awake. He had no idea how long he’d dozed off, but from the look on his mom’s face, he guessed it had been too long.

“Yes,” he muttered and began searching the page, “the, uh, VERSE, and…”

His mother huffed and said, “Were you even paying attention?”

“I was, too! To, uh…”

“Vaniah, we’re not even in that book anymore.”

“Damn! I mean, dang, I mean…” he flipped furiously through the NIV Bible before him. “Hey, Song of Songs, isn’t that the book about…”

His mom reached over and flipped quickly to the Book of Psalms.

“Vaniah, dear,” she heaved our, “don’t you cafe? I’m trying to preserve the goodness of your soul and you act like it’s homework.”

“Mom, come on! You treat this book like it’s something to spank me with.”

“I do not! It’s holy and divine and…”

Her phone rang and she yanked it off the table to read the number. “Hello? Yes?” she said.

Vaniah quickly leafed back to Song of Songs before his mother turned the badges back. Even his curiosity about the damn book was being stifled!

She hung up and huffed. “That was one of our meal drivers for our elderly members. I have to go make a delivery. For now, I want you to read these books and then go so your homework.”

Vaniah’s eyes flicked from the book to her and back as she got up and got ready to go. Always made up and dressed like she was going to impress someone, she still impressed Vaniah even though he was furious with her. He hated admitting how intimidating she was, and that, for all her holier-than-thouness, she was as deep and admirable as the book she loved.

That didn’t stop him from slamming his Bible shut and rushing upstairs to goof off the second he heard her drive away.

His dad safely in his study, Vaniah pulled his witch, the trollgre, and his favorite book out from inside the tear in his box springs. He held up the witch, admiring the way the light played off her exquisite, scanty robes and luscious curves.

“We made some magic, didn’t we?” he had her say to the trollgre. But it could only growl in response.

He positioned her so that she was on her knees as if performing an incantation and the Trollgre above her. He fingered her fake plastic vinyl dress and then tugged it off her.

As he rubbed the figure’s curves, her nipples pricking his thumb, he began rubbing the stiffness in his shorts. His mom had caught him doing so once, and her response had been so furious he’d pushed away thoughts of trying more when he was alone. Well, if she was going to act all high and mighty and punish him for no reason, he was going to do whatever he felt like while she was away.

“Oh, let’s perform dirty dark magic together,” he made her say as he rubbed himself harder, a soft sensation unlike any he’d felt that he knew once he started he couldn’t stop.

#

“How did your test in science go?” Shelby’s mom asked him.

He paused chewing his dinner long enough to answer, “Good. Got an A.”

She cocked her head. “An A or an A+?”

“A+” he said with a smile.

“That’s good,” she said as if it was expected and not exemplary. “Now, after dinner is over, I’d like you to do a little more studying.”

“But, Mom! I’ve been studying from the time I got home until dinner! Can’t I just game or read or something?”

“No,” she said with surprising firmness. “You earned that A+ and I don’t intend you to lose it. You have to be studious with your schoolwork. If you spend too much time playing you’ll end up like just everyone else. And colleges don’t reward people who are just like everyone else. Am I clear?”

“Yes ma’am,” he huffed.

“Excellent. Now, I’m off to see your father. He’s got that special night class, in case you’ve forgotten. After you clean the kitchen, I expect you to be studying while I’m out.”

She rose like an erected beam and walked her plate over to the sink. As she did, Shelby studied her with resentment. Her measurements were as precise as she was, lean and tall and yet curvy and sensual. It she made Shelby feel like an experiment, it was because she wasn’t like science, she was like magic. And in spite of his frustrations with her, Shelby couldn’t help but admire his mother.

He shook his head and finished his meal. By the time he was done his mom had left. He put the dishes up and went to his room. He closed the door, sighed, and went to his backpack. He pulled out the science test he’d had that day with the “B-” on it that he’d intentionally received, crumpled it up into a ball, and tossed it in the trash.

He then pulled his cave girl and the Terrordactyl from his toy box, placed them on his desk like they were part of a diorama, and began narrating.

“The prehistoric cave girl, enticed by her previous experiment with the terrordactyl, now approaches him with curiosity.” He removed her striped fur bikini. “She has already taken off her garments as a way to present herself to her inhuman counterpart.”

He made the Terrordactyl slowly flap down from an imaginary tree towards her. But as he did, handling her curves gently, his own hardness began to erect. His dick, about average in length but very thick, threatens to poke out of his shorts. He ground his hips back and forth, rubbing it against the fabric.

“Don’t play with yourself,” his mother had said once when she’d caught him flicking his dick up and down. He’s had no idea what that meant until now. As he rocked back and forth in his chair, he narrated, “The Terrordactyl approached, cautious but enticed by the cave girl’s beauty.”

#

With her minivan barreling down the road and her .38 in the glovebox, Sam breathed easily. It was the first time she’d done so since the attack. Met was on his way to being stronger and safer, albeit slowly, and she was secure in her car with a gun. Having picked up dinner safely, she casually turned on the radio and began searching stations as headlights flew past her in the dark.

A sound like something tearing at cloth pricked at her ears. She spun her head to the backseat, but the passing lights from other cars only illuminated an empty backseat.

Sam refocused on the road. She also carefully opened the glove box and set the revolver in the empty cup holder.

Her eyes flicked between the road and her rear view mirror. Cars passed by intermittently. Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel. The aroma of the salads stuck her nose. Her breathing quickened.

Her eyes went back to the mirror. Still nothing. Then, a horn blew. She looked to the road in time to see somebody swerve over the line into oncoming traffic. She swerved hard right just cutting off a sedan coming up. Sam grit her teeth as the oncoming car barely missed her and swung back into the correct lane. Horns blared. Her heart pounded. She kept turning and took the nearest exit. Blood thundered in her ears.

Knuckles white with tension she slowed the car off the highway and onto an empty access road. She slowed to a stop in the darkness, gasping for air. A hand went instinctively to her gun and the feeling of it in her hand was like a soothing balm.

Sam sat there for a long minute until her heart slowed and the panic began to leave her nerves. Traffic passed by on the highway above without notice of her. Finally, she sank back in her seat and breathed with relief.

Sam checked her mirror and saw the backseat filled with dark green chitin and drooling mandibles.

Sam sneered as she snapped up the gun, flicked the strap over the trigger off, aimed into the backseat and fired. Five shots went off with methodical, trained precision into the insect monster’s midsection. There were pings as the bullets struck its carapace. Its body shook. Sam then aimed up into its face and fired again. It’s head flung back and hit the roof of the van. Sam screamed anger and fury.

The creature went still, then lowered its gaze at her. It shook its body like it was shaking off a bad itch. It’s multiple eyes fixated on her like she as an itch it was about to scratch.

Sam pulled the trigger two more times, eliciting loud, impotent clicks.

Then, razor claws reached for her, slashing off her seatbelt and dragging her kicking and screaming into the van’s spacious backseat.

#

Annetta felt like she was never alone at church even when it was empty.

-insert previously written stuff about her in church here

-also how to not just repeat what I wrote earlier? 

=different emotions and tension

Annetta felt hot air gust onto her neck. Had somebody turned the heat on? It wasn’t deep enough into fall for that. She walked over to check the room’s thermostat. As she did, she heart footsteps behind her. No, not footsteps. Hoof beats.

Annetta turned around slowly. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t….

But seeing was believing. Because there, standing all near 9 feet tall was the skull-faced creature. Even though it was hunched over, it’s spindly antlers still scraped the study room’s ceiling tiles.

“What… how…” she muttered.

It’s long claws atop lanky limbs reached out for her. Annetta closed her eyes and quietly muttered a prayer.

#

Even at night, HUBBY’s college bustled with activity. Teachers saw students in their offices. Night classes could be heard down halls. And students doing late night work in classrooms hustled to and fro. Amidst them all strode Jacline, a full bag of dinner for her husband and a head full of empty questions on her shoulders.

She had just gotten the results from the sample she’d… recovered, and the results were less than optimal. No clear DNA signatures, in fact no semen discovered at all, much less anything concrete. It was primarily moisture and mucus in the air, almost ethereal. Jacline had no idea what to make of it, which just made her mind race more. And it made her body shake with the fear of the unknown.

She was so nervous and her mind so occupied she barely registered saying hello to her husband, kissing him, and then leaving. It was as if before she knew it she was walking down a brightened empty hallway towards the exit.

But In the shadows of her mind, things lurked. The crept out at her as she passed darkened empty classroom after darkened empty classroom. From behind every closed door, it was as though she could hear the flap of wings and the snap of a toothed beak.

But that was absurd. Somebody would have noticed if. And there were multiple floors above the one she was in. Jacline knew she was safe. But still, the recesses of her mind sprouted shadows like spider legs that reached out to grab her.

She walked faster as she tried pushing such silly superstitions away. A crack sounded behind her and she almost jumped. She turned to see a student picking up a dropped book before walking down an intersection. She exhaled but still walked faster.

The exit loomed just down the hall. She would be out under the covered parking and then safely in her car. Then she could reassert the logical rules of the world and calm her racing heart. Closer it came. Closer.

Her hands pushed against the door and she sighed with relief as she began to put the rows of empty rooms, and her paranoid mindlessness thst filled them, behind her.

The door suddenly pulled out and there, standing inches from her, was the winged beast, standing there as if by a sculptor to prank student.

Jacline froze. It breathed its hot musty, rotten meat smelling bresth onto her.

“This is impossible,” she muttered before it grabbed her with its claws and carried her into an empty room.

Down the hall, the lights dimmed as doors became locked for the night.

#

Met bent the space woman’s legs up and had the Scytheclaw on top of her, it’s main claws pinning her arms down while it wrapped its lower four legs around her waist and thrust down into her. He imagined her screaming and fighting back as well as loaning as it used her.

After a few minutes, he took one hand off the toys and used it to unwrap his towel. His dick thrust up skyward, and a gentle touch on it’s too made it throb.

Met felt icy electricity running down his skin and a pressure building in him unlike any he’d ever felt. He burned and shivered at the same time. And even rubbing the damp towel against his dick felt good.

He began to stroke his dick with it while he made the Scytheclaw pound down into the space woman.

#

“Get the fuck off me!” Sam screamed. It had hauled her into the van’s open back, ripped her clothes off her, and pinned her down. She struggled against the insect monster’s claws but they held her arms down tight against the van’s floor. She tried kicking but its lower legs held her waist in a vice-like grip and she kept banging them against the seats and the roof. The car rocked with her and she hoped somebody passing by would notice. But no headlights wavered and nobody took the exit. 

The bug towered over her, almost filling the van  it dribbled down onto her breasts as its hungry mandibles worked. Sam twisted her face away as it leered closer, drool splattering into her face. 

“Gah!” she gagged as it fell into her mouth, warm and disgustingly sweet. Sam raised her head and spat in its face, but it didn’t even seem to react. 

Its legs pried hers wide, and she could feel air hit her exposed pussy. Sam saw it’s long cock erupting out of its bulging belly, green goop sliding off it. Tears stung her eyes, making her angrier. 

“You fucking asshole!” she screamed into the slavering jaws inches from her face. 

The monster blinked, then shoved its mouth against hers. Sam clenched her jaw shut as it worked its hairy claw like mandibles against her lips and cheek. She shut her eyes and thrashed about but to no effect. 

Then its hard, ribbed, wet cock shoved into her, stretching her and rubbing hard against her inner roof.  

It was like lighting striking her body. Sam’s back arched and she moaned into its throat. It’s mandibles clacked a giant her teeth and pinched her lips in its biting kiss. It’s throat sucked in her tongue and she gulped down more of its saliva. 

It pulled its hips up and then thrust back down into her. Sam moaned again, and it gurgled back into her, each of them swapping saliva and ringing noises into one another like musical instruments. 

Sam’s fists shook and her legs kicked out to the ceiling. The bug reared back and then thrust down again, and the hot grinding inside her made Sam’s hips buck, her knees spread wide and her chest arch upward. Then the disgusting cock of its thrashed about, worming against her insides and filling her up. 

It pressed its rough, hard thorax down against her breasts, still working its horrid kiss against her soft mouth, and began pounding her. Sam tried to angrily scream, “Noooo!” But, with their mouths locked together, and the feeling so damn good, all she could do was wail, “Ooooh!” into it. 

-editing: cut to them already locked together and it inside her?

#

Vaniah rubbed his hardness while making the Witch bounce up and down atop the Trollgre. “By the Winds of Ragon!” he made her say., his voice jittery “This is amazing magic!”

He licked his lips as he breathed hard in and out of his mouth, his tongue almost hanging out like a dog in heat. His knees wobbled as he rubbed himself, his toes curling at the soft sensations along his hardness. 

He positioned the witch’s hands on the Trollgre’s chest and it’s claws around her waist. “Grrr!” he made it growl. 

“Yes, oh!” he made her yell. 

As he bounced her up and down astride it with one hand, he began rubbing  himself vigorously with the other, like he was practicing magic with his own wand. 

#

“God, no!” Annetta moaned as the demonic monster rolled her back and forth on top of it. She pressed against its chest, trying to pry herself free, but it’s long-clawed grip of her hips held her in place. 

“Please, stoooop!” she cried as it pulled her forward and then back onto its monstrous dick, pressing against her G-spot and causing sinful waves of sensation to cascade through her. “Ooooh!”

In response to her wails, the monster only gasped dead empty air onto her, like from a crypt, or from the depths of the hell that awaited her for every tickle along her along, every second of hardness of her nipples, every drop of sweat the demon elicited from her. 

“Stop, please!” Annetta begged. She pounded her fists helplessly against its rough tree-like chest. In response it slid her slower up and down along its cock, gyrating it’s hips up into hers. 

“No, oh, nooo!” she wailed. 

Then it thrust harder into her, threatening to fill her with its demonic firmness. It strode across her roof and almost pressed against the top of her. 

Sinful excitement shot up Annetta’s spine. Her body bolted upright and her head raised up to face the ceiling. “God, forgive me!” she cried upwards. Her voice echoed down the church’s empty halls and rooms. “I don’t want this! Oooh! It feels too good!”

The creature’s claws pinched her butt and hips tighter. Annetta yelped. Then, it started rolling her back and further harder, rubbing against her more, filling her up. Annetta’s head rolled so far back the room turned upside down. 

Her mouth hanging open, gasping for hot air and her tongue killing out, she cried, “David! I’m, uh, so sorry! I’m, uh, it’s so good, I, Gah, don’t want…”

It reared its hips back and plunged deep into her, its knees lifting off the ground. Annetta moaned into the empty church, “Nooooo!”

#

“The sensation was too much for the prehistoric woman,” Shelby narrated as he thrust the Terrordacryl against the cave girl. She was on her side with one leg raised up as the saurian warrior held one leg up and ride on top of the other one. 

Shelby, meanwhile, was rocking his hips back and forth in his chair, grinding his duck against the tightness of his shorts. His toes were beginning to curl and his mouth felt dry at the pleasantly tense sensation

“She knew this could mean peace between their peoples, but at what cost?”

He breathed harder as he ground the pieces of plastic together and began pressing his hips up against his pants. 

“And when would the Terrordactyl be satisfied?”

#

It was, the fleeting rational part of Jacline’s had to admit, a position she’d always wanted to try. Laying on her side, with one leg up in the air, penetration was much easier, as was the stimulation of her erogenous zones. The lover riding atop her leg and holding her hips and legs added an extra level of intimacy. 

But, that only heightened the terror as the winged monstrosity rode Jacline like she was a cheap whore. 

“Oh! Uh! Ah!” she grunted with each thrust of the beast’s cock. Her clothes rent asunder, It’s scales rubbed against her hips and thighs, cool and somewhat smooth to the touch, while it’s talons grasped her like prey. The prey she was, that same remnant of ration told her. She was truly helpless and could do Nothing to extricate herself nor cease its lustful movements. 

The worst was how good it felt. Its long and pointed cock speared against her G spot like lightning striking, and her inability to rationalize its mere existence left her with only pure physical sensation. And it was rough and animalistic and good. 

She grunted and heaved in breaths as it shoved its dick in and out of her, all the while gasping its meaty breath. Its wings, folded up as it grabbed her with its talons, still beat a small torrent of air about her. Its tail swung and slapped the floor as it thrust. And a pronged tongue began to hang from its fanged beak as it drooled onto her exposed body. 

All Jacline could do was rock in its embrace as it used her for its base animalistic pleasure. 

“M-My husband is, oooh, j-just down the hall!” she managed. “He m-might, guh, find us!”

Whether she meant that as a threat to the creature, or to reassure herself, she wasn’t sure. But, a part of her, the same part that was just enjoying the forced experience, also knew how plain wrong it was her beloved husband was just down the hall, and somehow that made it even hotter. 

The pterosaur-like beast leered forward, almost daring her to scream for him, to scream for help. But all Jacline could do was stare into its bulging yellow eyes with a cowed expression on her face. 

Already beaten physically and now mentally, she hung her head low, hair cascading over it, and grunted as it fucked her against the floor, trying not to notice her own hips gyrating against it. “Oh! Uh! Ah!”

#

Met was practically only bouncing the figures off himself with his left hand. His right, meanwhile, was gripped around his dick, stroking it and tugging it. He had never masturbated before, had only heard other boys joke about it at school, but now he was on his way to being an expert. 

But he was still a novice at the sport. It had felt so good to stroke his shaft and pull his skin tight against his head that he only lasted maybe a minute. Then, his hips shook, his stomach quivered, his heart pounded, and his limbs felt numb. Then, he gasped as if in pain as he came for the first time, cum shooting out of him. His hips bucked and he hollered for what felt like forever until he was out of breath. 

Then, spent, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he collapsed into his chair. It was the most physically daunting thing he’d ever experience. And, as he surfed the waves of euphoria, his eyes refocused, and a new world seemed to Dawn before him. 

#

Sam wormed like a fish on a hook in the bug thing’s grasp. It felt like all she could do was bellow into its throat, trying to breath out of her nose, as it raped her, it’s horrible cock ripping pleasure out of her. hen, the worm inside her exploded heat. 

It jabbed  down into her, it’s four lower legs biting into her hips, as it’s cock thickened and stretched and came deep into her. The final shove had been enough, and the thrashings even worse, making Sam cum. It was like the euphoria from a hard workout, wearing her out but making her feel alive. 

She buckled against its hard exoskeleton and cried angrily, loudly, passionately into its mouth, her tongue working against ifs mandibles and soft inner mouth. She tasted her own fear and fury and swallowed its lust and strength. 

With one last shove and straightening of its cock it emptied into her, and Sam found her hips grinding against it and her body pressing into it. Finally it released her mouth and she gasped wetly and loudly. Her body quivered. Closing her eyes, she muttered, “Fuck you,” to it, and collapsed against the floorboard. 

When she opened them again, the insect had buzzed away without a sound. 

#

“Yes, gods, yes!” Vaniah made the witch cry. “Darkness, empower me!”

He made her bounce up and down on the Trollgre while he had pulled his dick out of his pants and was stroking it with two fingers and his thumb. He knew what he was doing, knew his mom said it was sinful, and didn’t care anyway

“Yes, gods, yes!” Vaniah made the witch cry. “Darkness, empower me!”

He made her bounce up and down on the Trollgre while he had pulled his dick out of his pants and was stroking it with two fingers and his thumb. He knew what he was doing, knew his mom said it was sinful, and didn’t care anyway. It felt good and he was going to keep doing it. 

“More power!” he made the witch scream. “More!”

It felt like he was summoning something, a new feeling like nothing he’d experienced but something also ancient and magical. He began to thrust his hips up and pull down with his fingers. 

“More!” he yelled. “More!”

He jittered and then it happened, like he was casting a magical spell, stronger and more powerful than he could imagine. He gasped, “Uh! uh!” as she came, his eyes rolling back into his head like he was possessed. 

It seemed to cost him all the energy he had, and soon he was hunched over in his seat, hands firm  on the figure and his dick, then limp. He found himself breathing heavily, and then slowly. 

“Magic,” he whispered. 

#

The foul monster’s thrusts grew rapid and intense. Annetta knew what was coming and beat harder on its chest, then tried to grip it and pry herself off. 

“No, please,” she cried. 

But the monster wouldn’t stop. It continued shoving its cock deep up into her and rolling her back and forth atop it. The more she seemed to fight it the better it seemed to feel. It was as strong as wood and smooth as flesh and curved enough to stroke her g spot with every roll. And the way it was so strong and as solid as faith atop it, Annetta couldn’t help but cry, “God! Oh, God!”

The talons pinched her harder, threatening to draw blood. Annetta gripped its hide to stabilize herself and keep from flopping about on top of it but that just made it feel even better. It jackhammered her and rolled her around on top of it, sliding its cock back and forth, in and out. 

Annetta tried to remain firm atop it but found her body growing hot, her fortitude weak, and her knees trembling. Her head lolling about on her shoulders, she muttered, “God, please, no.”

She gripped its body, grabbed its hips with her thighs, scuffing them against its bark like skin, and bit her lip. 

“Don’t let it cum in me again!”

Faster and faster, harder and harder felt its cock. 

“God, don’t let me cum!”

It was one final push too many, one last drop of sin that shoved her over the ledge. Annetta’s head rolled back as the waves of sun poisoned her with pleasure. She gibbered in tongues as her own rolled around her mouth and out her lips. “Gunna! Fucka! Hatha monooooo!”

Her nails dig into the bark. She ground her hips down, shoving its dick deeper into her pussy. Then, it shuddered and shoved one final time deep into her and released its seed. Annetta felt hot stickiness filling her as the religiouusly sinful orgasm destroyed the temple of her body. 

“Gaaaah!” she cried. “No, no, nooooooo God yeeeeeeessss!”

Annetta’s hips bucked atop its cock, her body shook, and then she closed her eyes and winced and the sharp heat and wet fullness washed inside her. She sat there still for a moment before relaxing and sinking down upon the creature. 

“God,” she whispered, “David, I’m so sorry, I…”

Her knees suddenly felt smooth carpet instead of rough bark, her fingers only gripped the floor. Annetta opened her eyes and found the creature gone and her alone straddling the floor. But, even as the scent of it dissipated, the feeling of sap inside her remained. 

Annetta slammed a fist onto the ground and yelled, “Forgive me!” And then filled the silent church with her screams. 

#

“Th-The cave g-girl couldn’t h-help but love it,” Vaniah said, his heart pounding and lips quivering. 

His body quivered as he rocked his hips back and forth in his chair, rubbing his dick harder and harder against the tightness of his shorts. His heart felt like he’d had a million cups of coffee, even though he’d never actually had any before. 

“Her p-primal lust kicked in and sh-she had to have m-m-more!”

It was like some primal part of him had control of his body. He jammed the toys together almost as furiously as he jumped himself back and forth in his chair. 

“And the T-Terrordactyl could not be a-sated!”

His hips jumped back and forth as a new sensation hit him. It was like his body was an erupting volcano and the geological pressure had finally burst magma from him. Hot lava shot out of his top, spreading along the inside of his shorts. Shelby gripped the figures tightly and shook like an earthquake as he came for the first time. He stared off into nothingness as he emptied himself. 

As the seconds became a few minutes, he finally came back down to earth and lay shivering in his chair. The figures dropped to the table and he narrated, “exhilarated and exhausted, they lay down.” And then he smiled. 

#

The pterosaur-beast’s thrusting had become a jackhammering torrent, and the dam of Jacline’s mental resistance had been worn down to where the release of pure animalistic pleasure was about to flood her. 

“Oh!” she grunted as its pointed penis slid in and out of her again. “No! Ah! Stop!”

It was all she could do not to moan like a bitch in heat at its movements. Even its scales rubbing against her naked flesh felt good. Its breath was a hot dirty wind she loved the scent of. And its drool on her body a soothing rain. 

Jacline’s mind raced almost as fast as her heart beat as she found herself bracing against its body and pressing her hips into its jabs. She gnashed her teeth, trying to find some way to stay sane during all this. But the onslaught of reptilian cock was too much. 

With one last rational thought, she hissed, “My husband never fucks me like this,” and then gave in to animal grunts and groans as the pleasure broke through and washed over her senses. 

“Ah! Fuh! Ooooh!” Jacline screamed as she climaxed. The orgasm was unlike any she’d experienced, something reaching beyond love and love making, even past fucking, to some primal needs that couldn’t be expressed with words. Only movements and sensations could express if. And jacline leaned hard into them as colossal spasms shook her body, as she rubbed her clit and sent tingling lightning along with the earthquakes of her flesh, and hissed tornadoes of pleasurable moans out. 

The monster jabbed her hard and solidly again and again as it h leashed its semen into her. At the disgusting feeling jacline ground her hips into it, trying to take all the degrading juice she could. She muttered sounds akin to, “yeah!” And “fuck yeah!” as it destroyed her rational senses and overloaded her lustful ones. 

With one last hard grind against its cock, Jacline shivered like she’d been hit by a blizzard, then fell onto her back. The pterosaurian creature gripped her leg and hips tight for one more spasm of hotness inside her, then released her. Her leg fell down and she rolled onto the floor. When she looked up, she found herself alone in the room. 

Then, as sanity slowly reawakened in her, Jacline felt something she hadn’t in a long time: shame. 

#

The next day, the boys had gathered at Annetta and Vaniah’s home to finish their project. Their mothers joined for a minute as well, and, after ensuring the boys were working, retired to Annetta’s l outdoor covered patio for refreshments. Even in the late fall, the air was lightly crisp and the sun warm. Annetta poured them wine and they relaxed while their sons worked in the dining room, visible in large windows just to the side of the house.

“You guys have fun with your toys?” asked Vaniah the moment his mom had taken the other mothers outside.

Met and Shelby answered with grins.

“Man, talk about action figures!” Met chortled.

Shelby said, “Mine was most stimulating.”

“Mine was bewitching!” Vaniah said with a laugh.

“I wish we’d bought more,” said Met.

Vaniah said, “Maybe you. Your mom wouldn’t notice. I’m hiding mine under my bed.”

Shelby said, “We should see if they have more the next time we’re there.”

“Too had its too far for a bike ride.”

Met said, “I’ll take a car ride, thanks.”

“Of course you will,” Vaniah said, poking him in the stomach.

-boys discussing post cum feelings / emotions during group project 

“It was like magic,” Vaniah said. “Don’t let my mom hear that, but it was like that. Magic. Only… messier.”

“I’m just glad I was wearing a towel,” met said. The others laughed. 

“Then I felt, like… bad?” Vaniah said. “Did you guys?”

“Kinda?” said Shelby. “But it’s a natural thing, so why would it feel bad?”

“Right!”

Met said, “man. If exercise felt like that, I’d work out all the time!”

Met slugged him in the arm. They all laughed.

Their mothers, meanwhile, despite the wine and the beautiful day, were reserved. Annetta took her seat between Sam and Jacline and smiled. “It’s nice seeing you ladies again,” she said pleasantly, fidgeting with her glass.

“It’s a pleasure,” Jacline responded in a light voice.

Sam said, “Ditto. And thanks for the wine.” She had already drank half her glass in under ten minutes.

They were quiet a moment before Jacline looked back over her shoulder in the direction of the house. “Quiet in there. It seems our boys are actually getting their work done.”

“Hard to believe,” said Sam. “Met has goofed off on this project for weeks.”

“Shelby had his work done. It did take quite a bit of pushing to get him to, though.”

Annetta said, “I hear that. I had to threaten to take away Vaniah’s fantasy books to make him crack open one from school.”

Jacline said, “You did well. Vaniah seemed quite ready to work.”

Annetta chuckled and said, “I’m just glad he has a friend like Shelby to help him out.”

“Same goes for Met,” said Sam. “He really needs Vaniah and Shelby. God knows I don’t want him to end up like his father, spending most of his time alone playing video games.”

Annetta placed a hand on her shoulder and said, “With you as his mother, I doubt that’ll happen.”

Jacline said, “Without a doubt. You’re a tough mother. You can endure anything.”

Sam paused a moment before taking another drink, saying, almost whispering, “Well, almost anything.”

Jacline and Annetta paused. Then, Annetta said, “Samantha, dear, is something wrong?”

Sam did not look at them when she answered, “It’s… nothing. I just had something weird happen last night.”

Annetta and Jacline shared a glance. Then, upon seeing the knowing look in the other’s eye, then turned back to Sam.

“Weird like how?” Annetta asked.

Sam faced her. And, when she saw the terror flashing behind the church-going woman’s eyes, Sam’s own widened.

Sam said, “Were you…”

“I had what you could call the opposite of a religious experience,” Annetta whispered.

Sam looked to Jacline, who was studying them, swirling her wine nervously. Annetta turned to look at the reserved doctor to see a look of deep reservation on her handsome features.

“I would call it the closest to a religious experience I’ve had,” Jacline said. “Because, I simply can’t explain what happened to me.”

Sam downed her wine, set her glass down, and fixed the other women with a hard look. “Forgive me, ladies, but were you two… attacked last night?”

Annetta and Jacline again shared an unsure glance, then nodded.

“And you, dear?” asked Annetta. “Were you…”

Sam said, “It happened while I was out running. I was on my way home when the giant insect just came out f the bushes and grabbed me.”

“Giant insect?” Annetta said, blinking in surprise.

“Are you certain that’s what it was?” asked Jacline, leaning forward.

“Very certain,” Sam said. “You mean, you weren’t attacked by a giant bug?”

“No,” Annetta said, her voice dropping to a whisper. She looked around to be sure the boys hadn’t come near any windows, then spoke. “I was at church when… well, I can only describe it as a demon, it… assaulted me. It had skin like tree bark and a head like a deer’s skull, with these awful black holes, no eyes, and, and…” she shuddered.

“Fascinating,” Jacline said quietly.

“Is that what got you?” asked Sam.

“Not at all. The creature that I… encountered could best be described as a humanoid pterosaur.”

“Like a pterodactyl?”

Annetta asked, “Like, it flew?”

Jacline said, “Oh, yes. It snatched me up like a seagull fishing.”

“And did your two monsters…” Sam said. “I mean, did they…”

Annetta stared down at her wine and rubbed the rim of the glass. Jacline looked aside at the calm stillness of the pool.

“Oh, God,” Sam whispered. “All of us?”

A silence passed, as though a pack of deer had suddenly seen a mountain lion and were waiting for the sign to run.

“It was… dreadful,” Annetta said, rubbing her arms. “Just… just horrible.”

“I was, um, assaulted when I was a teenager,” said Sam. “But, this was… unreal. Otherworldly.”

“Incomprehensible,” Jacline said. “That such a creature, or as it seems, creatures, could exist and have such… well, desires…”

Sam said, “I wouldn’t exactly call it desirable.”

Annetta winced and placed a hand on her shoulder. “But, you survived it.” The put a hand on Jacline’s shoulder as well. “We all did.”

“But, just what the fuck were those things? Where did they come from? Why did they do what they did to us?”

Jacline said, “Excellent questions. I’ll add some more. How did they disappear so quickly? I’m going to assume your creatures just disappeared as well as soon as they were… finished?”

Sam and Annnetta said they did.

“Almost as impossible as them appearing in the first place. Because, by all accounts, none of the creatures we… experienced should even be physiologically able to be alive.”

Annetta said, “It was like a monster out of one of Vaniah’s silly fantasy books.”

[editing; not sure how I feel about this. On the one hand I don’t want them cluing in y et. On the other hand, they would notice some similarities and take some action. But, what? How does it lead towards the big finale and tie into the themes?

Sam said, “The bug thing that got me was like out of a nightmare Met would have after playing some video game.”

“Wait a moment,” Jacline said. “Because, that pterodactyl-like creature is the sort of nonsense Shelby would love.”

“What do you mean?” said Sam.

“What I mean is, each of our attackers corresponds to our sons’ interests.”

Annetta put a hand over her chest. “Are you saying something might be using our boys to attack us?”

“I wouldn’t go that far yet. However, three attacks with three monsters based on the types of things our three sons enjoy? A coincidence is unlikely, especially in a situation as unlikely as this.”

Sam said, “So, we find the thing using our sons and put the hurt on them.”

“Yes!” Annetta said, patting Sam on her muscular arms. “Yes, we must protect our boys.”

“Absolutely,” Jacline agreed. “But first, we have to find out what’s behind this and how they’re doing it.”

“If only we had some sort of clue,” said Annetta. 

Sam said, “I did some digging last night and couldn’t find much online beyond conspiracy theories about aliens.”

Jacline said, “A good start. However, I managed to collect a sample from the being that assaulted me. I’ll study it at work tomorrow and see what I can find.”

Annetta said, “I’ll talk to some congregation members and see if they know anything about sexual demons.”

“I think it’ll likely be a less spiritual answer. But, perhaps what these are have been described as demons before.”

Sam said, “I think we’re missing something. The attacks all happened around the same time and only happened yesterday. Was there anything going on around that time? I was just out for a run.”

Annetta shrugged. “I was finishing up st church.”

Jacline said, “And I had some things to check up on in the lab. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Had we done anything that day?”

Sam said, “We took the boys to the comic store. But unless those weirdos are actually aliens, I doubt it had anything to do with it.”

“Unless they’re secretly a cult!” Annetta shouted. 

Jacline said, “I sincerely doubt that’s the case. But, in such unusual circumstances, we can’t rule anything out.”

“I’ll check them out before church tonight.”

“Excellent. While the boys are working, I’ll stop by the lab and try to examine the sample I retrieved.”

Sam said, “and I’ll be at the gun range.”

“Doing what?” asked Annetta. 

“Monster target practice.”

Jacline said, “Why don’t you do some more research into the possibility of other attacks?”

“That won’t feel as good, but okay. 

“Thank you.”

“Then the range.”

Annetta stifled a laugh. Jacline rolled her eyes then smirked.

They clinked their glasses together and, with Annetta watching their sons, dispersed. 

#

“Negative,” Jacline read with a sigh for what felt like the hundredth time. So far, any tests she ran has failed to turn up any kind of identifier as to what the pterosaur-thing’s semen was made of. It didn’t even appear to have sperm in it. She doubted such a thing were fixed, but so far, all it seemed to be made of was water and various BASIC CELLULAR SFUFF. In fact, the longer she’d kept the sample, and the more she studied it, the less of itself it seemed to be, losing everything from mass to smell. Studying that was fascinating, but it was like studying quick decay: leading to nothing. 

Frustrated, tired, and needing to pick Shelby up, she retrieved what was left of her sample and thought, “I certainly hope Annetta is having more luck.”

#

“I know you’re a satanic cult!”

Annetta held up a Dungeons & Dragons story book with a succubus on it. “Just look at this trash!”

She waved it violently in front of the mother who owned the store, and her son who was a clerk. They shared a look and he shrugged. 

“She’s right,” said the son clerk. “That module is pretty bad.”

Annetta slammed the book down on the countertop between them. “Don’t laugh at me,” she demanded. “I know you two are behind some kind of… cult or demon worship or I don’t know!”

The mother and son shared an even more worried look. 

“Listen, Mrs. Baylor, was it?” asked the mother. “We’re just a comic and games store. We don’t do anything other than sell those things here. If you have an issue with some of what we sell, I’m sorry, just don’t let your son buy it.”

The son added, “Plus, all that ‘Satanic Panic’ stuff is real 80s. And if we were in league with the devil, we’d probably be doing better business.”

Annetta huffed. She scanned their faces, looking for any devilish deceit, but saw nothing but confusion. It was a dead end. She was probably just taking out her frustrations on these poor people. 

She gathered herself up and said, “I’m never bringing my son here again.”

The mother and son shared one last look as she turned and left. 

#

“Boom!” went the .38

Sam lowered the gun, aiming again after the recoil. 

Nothing concrete online about monsters raping women out of nowhere. Not beyond what she’d discovered was a world of decrepit pornographic drawings and animations. Nothing about sex cults for monsters beyond perverted online books. 

She steadied her arms and took aim at the paper target. 

But there was something matching the description of the monster that attacked Jacline. It was in a comic and toy line called Saur Wars. Something her son Shelby might like. 

“Boom!”

The gun rattled her hand. She lowered her arms and aimed again. 

The “demon” that attacked Annetta matched a creature from a series of fantasy books called Light Wind Whaeves. Which seemed like the sort of thing her fantasy loving son would read. 

“Boom!”

Then there was the insect thing. She’d learned it was called a Scytheclaw and it was from a cartoon called Bug Borgs. When she saw an image from it, even in animated form, she had frozen and then shivered like she’d been stabbed in the back with an icicle. 

She finally recognized the monster. It was from a game Met loved. She’d bought him that game last Christmas. 

Did he know? Were he and the other boys behind it? Could he have wanted…

The gun shook her hands more than normal. She tightened her grip and sneered. 

“Boom!”

She set the empty revolver down and pressed the button to retrieve the paper target. It took the entire time it travelled back for her hands to stop shaking.

As she pulled the target down, she was dismayed with her grouping. Only one hit dead center. The rest were spread out, with one missing the body entirely. 

Sam couldn’t tell whether her aim had gotten better during the last round, or worse. 

#

Their sons returned home, the three women got together that night at Sam’s. Met was out at dinner with his father, leaving them alone. 

“So, all our sons…” Annetta said. 

Jacline said, “Based on the evidence, it would seem so.”

Sam nodded. “Monsters from things they love. Games for Met, books for Vaniah, comics for Shelby.”

“But, how in God’s name did they come to life?” asked Annetta. 

“Based on what tests I could run,” said Jacline, “they may not have ever been alive. They seemed to be made of inanimate matter: moisture in the air, dust, dead cells, that sort of thing.”

“So, they’re… ghosts?”

Jacline waved a hand side to side. “Inasmuch as ghosts could be real.”

“Those were no ghosts,” Sam said. 

“Agreed. But, they may have been manifested into reality.”

“Or summoned,” Annetta said with a shiver.

Sam said, “So, how? Is it ghosts and magic or aliens teleporting things out of heads or what?”

Jacline said, “I don’t know. But my best guess is that it’s connected to our sons.”

“Well, Met’s not here. Let’s check his room.”

Sam rose and the others followed her. She first went to her bedroom and came back with her handgun. 

“Is that really necessary?” asked Jacline. 

Annetta answered, “If that bug monster is hiding in there, yes.”

[editing – been shown guns don’t work on it]

They stood back as Sam eased the door open, turned the lights on, and swept the room. When she had checked the closet and under the bed, she told the others to come in. 

They stood in the middle of a semi-organized room full of toys, games, and more scattered into somewhat organized piles. They looked around until Sam pointed with her pistol at s figure on Met’s shelf. 

“That’s the fucker.”

There stood the insecticide horror in six inch high plastic. Annetta and Jacline briefly imagine a six foot tall version of it slobbering on them and having its way with their bodies and shivered. 

Jacline slipped on some latex-free gloves and lifted it up. She held it against the light, examined it, and swept it with q-tip she then put in a plastic lab bag. 

“May I?” asked Annetta. She took the toy and turned it over, looking for a satanic star or other evil looking mark but found nothing. 

“Not even a little dust,” said Jacline. “Must be one of his favorites.”

“What does it mean?” asked Sam. 

Jacline shrugged. “I still have no idea.”

“I say douse it in holy water and bury it,” Annetta said. 

Sam considered this. “I’ve got a better idea. A good old fashioned taking his toys away.”

She took the figure from Annetta, who nodded her approval. 

“A fine start,” said Jacline. “Now, do you think you could put the gun away?”

“Nope,” Sam said, gripping the little plastic monster hard. She turned and led them out of Met’s room. 

“What are you going to do with that thing?” Annetta asked. 

“I should probably throw it away,” Sam answered. 

“Don’t,” said Jacline. “It’s likely the link between our boys and our attacks.”

“So, maybe if I do something with it, I sever the link?”

“Or prevent us from stopping them.”

Annetta said, “Isn’t this is a little ridiculous? These are toys!”

Sam said, “At the very least, I’m putting this somewhere it can’t escape from.”

“I’ll examine Shelby’s,” Jacline said, “see if I can detect anything abnormal about them.”

Annetta said, “I’ll be busy burying Vaniah’s toys in consecrated ground. Maybe his books, too.”

The door unlocked and the woman spun in fright. But it was only Met coming in, waving goodbye to his dad. 

“Hey,” he said. “What’s are you guys doing?”

Realizing she was holding a toy of his in one hand and a gun in the other, Sam quickly put both behind her back. 

“Just having a few drinks,” she said. 

Met said, “okay. Pardon me, I need to use the restroom.”

He moved pad them and went to the hallway restroom. Sam ran and put her gun back in her bedroom. 

“I’m going home to find the toy monster of what attacked me,” Annetta said. 

“Me too,” said Jacline. “I’ll let you know what I find.”

They were gone by the time Met came out of the restroom. Met asked if they had gone and Sam said yes. 

She was still holding onto the insect toy. 

“What are you doing with my Scytheclaw?” Met asked. 

“Is that what it’s called?” Sam asked, turning over the sharp pointed piece of plastic. 

Met nodded e thunder at her sudden interest. “It’s the basic foot soldier of the Cybugian armada. There’s a ton of them but I think they’re cool.”

“Well… I found them in a pile in your room. I thought I told you to clean it up?”

“Aw, c’mon, Mom! It’s mostly clean!”

“Mostly isn’t ‘completely’ clean. If you want this guy back after I keep him for a week, you’ll do as I say.”

“But, Mom! He’s one of my favorites!”

“No buts and get to it!” Sam found herself all but yelling. 

Met started, but then trotted off to his room. When she found herself alone with his silence and the thing in her hand, Sam quickly went to the small handgun safe in her closet and threw the figure in there. 

And for the first time in two days, she breathed easily.

#

“What are you reading?” Vaniah’s mother demanded as she exploded into his room like a bomb. 

He held up the book in SERIES as an explanation and perhaps as a shield from her baleful glare. 

She commanded, “Put that away and anything that isn’t the Bible or a history book. I’ve been too lenient for too long.”

Before he could even plead his case, his mother was packing up his favorite fantasy books and figures in a large plastic tote. 

“Aw, Mom, even Narnia and Lord of the Rings? Don’t you know those are by…”

“I don’t want to hear it!” she practically screamed at him. 

Within a few minutes like a tornado she had swept away everything that stirred his imagination, leaving behind perhaps the most violent and sex filled book he had, the Bible. 

“And I want to hear you saying your prayers before bed tonight,” she said before leaving. 

Vaniah sat stunned in the remains of his room. She’s taken most of his toys and books. But, hidden in the special place in the hole beneath his box springs, he still had a few things. And, as soon as his mother was asleep, he knew which one he was taking out to play with. 

#

“But why?” Shelby asked. “We already finished the project. doesn’t make any sense.”

Still, his mother pointed to the textbooks on his desk. “I want you spending more of your free time studying and less time goofing around. You only made a B+ on your last math test and I don’t want that kind of slacking happening again. Have I made myself clear?”

Shelby angrily put his figures in his toy box and then marched over and sat down in his seat like he was trying to break it. 

“Now, this one is your favorite, correct?”

She had picked Terrordactyl out of the box. Shelby was surprised she could even tell, let alone paid no mind to the half-naked cave woman. 

“Um, yes?” he answered, looking at the cave girl again and not being sure. 

“Good,” Jacline answered. “You’ll get this back when your grades improve.” 

With that, she walked away, leaving him alone with only the sound of flapping pages to accompany him. However, he would soon have more company, albeit of the plastic variety, when she retired. 

#

“Our moms are acting crazy!” said Met through a mouthful of PB&J.

“Please, finish chewing,” said Shelby. “And I agree. Their behaviors makes no sense.”

Vaniah said, “I would say my mom is mad because she found my witch figure but she hasn’t said shit about it or even found it. But man, something really got up her ass. She took all my fantasy books and toys! Everything but the witch and trollgre.”

Shelby said, “Well, my mother confiscated everything you could consider ‘fun’, including my video games. And she definitely took my cave girl and all my Saur Wars toys, too.”

“My mom did almost the same,” said Met. “Even worse, she’s making me work out four days a week now! I’m not a machine!”

Vaniah said, “And my Dad just goes along with it. Like, ‘better safe than sorry for your soul’ and all that.”

“My father doesn’t even have that excuse,” said Shelby. “My Mom just blew him down and he was too busy with his classes to care!”

“This is gonna make our slumber party a lot of fun,” said Met.

They sulked in silence for a moment. Then, Vaniah said, “You know, we could always just take our toys back.”

“Are you crazy?” said Shelby. “We’ll be grounded for years!”

Met said, “At this point, I’m already being punished. I’m down.”

“Hey, maybe we won’t get caught! We could return the toys without them knowing.”

“That’s the spirit!” said Vaniah. 

“Then let’s have a great slumber party!” Met said. 

“I just hope our mothers are too distracted by one another to notice,” said Shelby. 

#

That Saturday night, as dusk settled, Annetta and Jacline arrived with Vaniah and Shelby at Sam and Met’s house. While the moms shared pleasant handshakes,  hugs, and knowing looks, their sons quickly escaped off to Met’s room. He had just finished a run with Sam and was still in his workout clothes, but he ran even faster as he and the other boys went to his room and locked the door. 

“Man,” said Vaniah as he saw the empty spaces where Met’s toys had been, “she really went to town on your room.”

Met threw off his hoodie and said, “I feel lucky she let me keep my movies and games. Though she’s really watching my screen time.”

“Enough bullshit!” Vaniah sAid, before the other boys hushed him. Then he quietly said, “did you guys get ‘em?”

Sharing conspiratorial glances, the boys opened their backpacks and brought out their toys.

“My mom gave me a key to her gun safe for emergencies,” said Met  He pulled out the space warriors woman and the Scytheclaw and grinned. “Guess she never thought I’d look there.”

Vaniah said, “Thabkfzulky Mom never checked the hiding spot under my bed so my girl remained safe.” He smirked yanked out the witch and Trollgre, as well as several fantasy books. “But she hid the Trollgre and my books in her closet behind a box marked ‘back massagers’ so I’ll be reading these!”

“Mine took a while,” Shelby said. “My mom hid mine in her office, but I had to wait and get the lock off her keys when she was asleep.” He extruded the terrordactyl and the cave girl from his backpack and smiled.

“Mom didn’t find my witch,” Vaniah said, “and God knows what she would’ve done if she did. But why did your moms take your monsters and not the girls?

Shelby shrugged. “That’s what I can’t figure out. Why confiscate they least suspicious toys?”

Met said, “Who cares? Let’s have fun and try and sneak these back in the morning before our moms discover they’re gone.”

Vaniah nodded. Shelby was about to speak when he said, “Shit, Met! Your window!”

It was then they noticed the blinds on his back window were open and facing the backyard where their moms stood talking.

“I thought they’d be gone by now!” said Vaniah.

“Who cares?” yelled Shelby. “Met, shut your blinds!”

Met rolled up off the floor and dashed for the window, twisting the blinds closed. “Think they saw anything?” he asked.

#

“Two weeks and nothing,” said Sam before taking a swig of her beer.

Jacline said, “Indeed. The connection must have been the toys.”

“I still say there’s something demonic about them,” said Annetta, sipping her wine.

Jacline took a drink from her Manhattan and said, “Perhaps it’s what we can now understand as ‘demonic.’ But whatever it is, if we can study it, it’ll be a most fascinating find.”

“I’m just glad our boys weren’t affected,” Sam said. She gestured with her bottle at Met’s back window which faced the backyard. She turned her head ever so slightly as she did and caught sight of him closing his blinds.

Before they closed, she noticed the toys the boys were playing with.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried.

“Language,” Annetta said with a semi-inebriated chuckle.

“What’s the matter?” asked Jacline.

“I just saw what the boys were doing. They’re playing with their toys!”

Jacline almost dropped her glass.

“What? How?” Annetta muttered.

“Who cares?” Sam cried. “We have to stop them!”

She bolted for the back door, Annetta and Jacline close behind. They threw open the back patio doors and ran into the sunroom. Then they ran inside and into the living room. The hall to Sam and Met’s bedrooms lay just ahead. They ran for the hall.

They had just begun to scream their sons’ names when the lights in the house flickered. Then, claws and talons appeared and dragged them into the darkness.

#

“Take that!” Met cried as he made the Scytheclaw shams into the space warrior.

“My magic is useless!” Vaniah made the witch cry as her imaginary spells failed to stop the Trollgre from grasping her body.

“As equally helpless as her cohorts,” narrated Shelby, “the cave girl soon found herself once again under the lustful assault of the Terrordactyl.”

They banged and clashed their figures together until they were all nude. Their blood pulsed and, though none would admit it, it all pulsed to the same place in their bodies.

“This is what I get for being so proud and haughty!” Vaniah made the witch cry.

Shelby narrated, “The cave girl paid for her assumptive arrogance.”

Met was silent a second, then said, “The warrior woman cried out, ‘No! This is what I get for being so hard and uncaring!’”

A nerve was struck like a silent chord played between all three of them. The boys were still, each contemplating their recent weeks, their punishments and workouts and restrictions. After a few long moments they returned to playing silently.

Then, sounds became noticeable above the clack of plastic. They stopped and heard first their beating hearts and breathing. Then, they heard what sound like cries.

“Are they watching something in there?” asked Shelby.

“It doesn’t sound like it,” said Vaniah.

Met said, “Then what could it be? Mom?”

He rose up and went to the door.

“Man, our toys!” Vaniah cried. He and Shelby shoved them under Met’s bed then got up too.

Met opened the door and began to call out for his mom when the sounds hit them like they’d run into a wall. Cries and gasps and moans, wet and deep, smacked into their ears, as well as the sounds of slapping flesh and moist movements. And other sounds: clackings, and grinding, and hollow sounds like out of ears forgetting nightmares. And scents, rich, and damp, and musky, and sour.

A clear, audible cry sounded, and Met knew it was his mother.

“Mom?” he called, “Mom!”

“Met!” he heard his mother cry.

“Mom!” he cried, running down the hall.

“No… oh! S-stop!”

“Mother?” Shelby called, running after Met.

“Mom!” called Vaniah, following.

“Shelby? N-No ooooh!”

“Vaniah! Guh! Don’t, g-goooo back!”

They hit the bend in the hall and then ran into darkness in the direction of the living room, the noises growing louder and the scents stronger. They stopped and turned to face the living room and found it painted in all encompassing darkness. They called for their mothers.

The lights flickered and the boys squinted to see. Then they turned on bright and the sight almost blinded them.

Their mothers were there. They were naked, but they were there. their clothes were torn to rags and pieces, barely clinging to them. But covering them, darker than the blackness had been, were nightmares. A humongous green and black insect covered Met’s mom. Vaniah’s mother was almost carried by a black tree-looking thing with a white skull head and numerous horns. And, enshrouded by yellowish wings and claws and a long jagged beak ws Shelby’s mother.

But no, they weren’t covered by these things. They were being fucked by these things. And these weren’t just any things: the boys quickly recognized their favorite monsters. Only, these weren’t toys, but living, breathing, fucking versions of them.

“Mom!” Met cried out as he took in the sight of the Scytheclaw on top of his mother. She was laid on her torso underneath its body, one pair of its lower legs in front of her hips and one behind, her legs rising up in the air and held up in its claws, while it pressed down into her with its lower legs. It worked its jaws and drooled onto her back while it slid a thick green cock in and out of her pussy, green slime sliding out of its squat fat abdomen and coating her body.

“Met!” Sam screamed between angry, futile grunts.

Vaniah screamed, “Mommy!” as the image of her astride the Trollgre’s cock seared itself into his brain. It held her aloft in the air around her torso as it hunched over in the tiny living room, and slid her back and fort along its cock like she was a sex toy. Thick, pungent sap slopped down from along its smooth white wooden shaft and between her legs.

“Vaniah, baby!” Annetta wailed.

“Mother!” screamed Shelby as the indescribable sight of her riding upon the Terrordactyl. It lay on the carpet and was thrusting up into her, it’s short squat legs and claws flailing as it did. The claws on its wings were hooked onto her breasts, and it’s wings beat its musky odor and the scent of hot skin over to him as it pumped its bright red cock into her.

“Shelby, dear!” Jacline cried out.

They stood there in shock, watching their favorite monsters fucking their moms roughly, savagely.

“M-Met!” Sam stuttered. “G-Go, oh, back to your, uh, r-room!”

Annetta cried out, “D-Don’t look, baby! It’s t-too, oooh, sinful!”

Jacline said, “Shelby, dear, ah, we’ll b-be okay, oh!”

How this could be happening, the boys couldn’t even begin to imagine. Met’s heart pounded in his chest harder than during any recent workout. Vaniah blushed redder than if he’d been found watching porn online. And Shelby’s mind worked like he’d been given an impossible math problem in a nightmare. They were too scared to move and too shocked to look away. They could only remain there, eyes locked with their violated mothers.

Then, Met began rubbing his dick beneath his shorts. “Yeah,” he growled.

Sam gazed wide-eyed at him.

“Yeah, punish her. She’s been punishing me and making me work my ass off. Give her a good workout, yeah.”

What was he saying? Had something come over him? As the Scytheclaw slid its cock up and down in her, Sam said, “Baby, wh-what’s come into you? Oh! Uh, why are you s-saying that?”

Then, Vaniah reached into his pants and held his hard dick in his hands. “She’s been preaching nonstop,” he almost whispered, “telling me how sinful I am. And here she is doing t his, cheating on my dad with a monster. Give her all the sin she can handle.”

He had to be possessed, he must be! Annetta pled with him, “Vaniah, d-dear!” But the hollowing feeling of the Trollgre sliding her along its cock made speaking, much less breathing, shy of a miracle. “Y-You, oh, you’re n-not yourself! Ah! God, please, make him s-see!”

His nipples hard and dick harder, Shelby thrust his hips forward, pressing his dick against his underwear. She just cares about work and grades,” he sneered. “She only sees me as a project, an experiment. Well, experiment with her all you want!”

Of all the impossible things to happen to her, this one felt the most unreal to Jacline. “Shelby?” she asked as she bounced up and down upon the Terrordactyl’s hot cock. “D-Dear? You don’t, uh, m-mean that! Ah! You c-can’t! Ooh!”

Shelby flipped the elastic waistband on his shorts over and his dick flopped out, jabbing angrily in her direction. He pressed his hips forward and grabbed it with one hand.

“N-No,” Jacline uttered. “Th-This, uh, can’t be!”

Vaniah pulled his hard seven inches out, both hands on it. He aimed his head up in Annetta’s direction. 

Annetta said, “N-No! Vaniah, uh, baby, d-don’t!”

Met bit his lip and pulled his fat cock out, gripping it hard and shoving it at Sam. 

Sam cried, “Met, baby, uh! N-Not this!”

Then, the boys began playing with themselves as their favorite monsters used their moms. As if commanded, the monsters moved faster, fucked harder, thrust deeper.  

Met pulled both hands down along his fat cock, tugging at the head. The Scytheclaw continued shoving down into Sam, digging into her pussy with its squirming penis. 

Jerking his dick, Vaniah’s tongue wagged out as he painted like a dog in heat. Annetta writhed as the Trollgre pulled her up and down along its shaft, holding her like she was a doll. 

Shelby stroked his dick cautiously, curiously, thrusting his hips forward like he was trying to shoot it off. Bouncing up and down on the Terrordaxtyl’s dick, Jacline’s head bobbed about like her brain was about to be tossed out. 

“Uh, yeah,” grunted Met at the Scytheclaw. “give it to my mom.” Then, he stared her in the eyes. “That’s what you get! That’s what you get for taking my toys away and working me out until I almost died!”

“I-I…” stammered Sam, “just, uh, w-wanted the best for you!”

“And I just wanted to play and be a kid!”

The Scytheclaw squirmed deep inside Sam. Loud squelching noises like an apple being cored erupted from her pussy. The writhing cock pressed against her insides and wormed against her G spot. “No!” she begged. “Please! Uh! S-Stop!” But the monster only kept penetrating her while her son played with himself. 

Jerking angrily on his dick, Vaniah said, “She loves it, doesn’t she? She preaches against it and tells me I’m sinful for thinking about it, but she loves fucking, doesn’t she?” He then glared at Annett. “Don’t you, Mommy?”

Her feet dangling above the floor, toes curling as the Trollgre slid her down onto it, Annetta cried, “N-No!” But she couldn’t stop moaning. “No… ooooh! Vaniah, baby, uh, I just w-wanted to, ooh, protect you! Ah!” She felt like a doll in its massive grip, and couldn’t stop it from making her make sounds as she slid along its dick, it’s sweet syrupy smelling sap gliding her along. 

“Then why did you make me feel so vile and evil?” said Vaniah, eyes searing with hot wetness. “You made me feel like more of a monster than it!”

“Gah!” Annetta let out. “Baby, nooooo!”

Shelby reared his hips back and slammed them forwards into his grip. “She always thinks she’s smarter than everyone,” he said, “let’s see her outsmart this!” He then watched with a smirk as Jacline bounced up and down like she was on an amusement park ride. “Having fun, Mother?”

Jacline held onto the Terrordactyl’s claws to try and stabilize herself. “Shelby, oh, dear! I n-never, uh, thought I was, gah, s-smarter than you!”

“No, you just didn’t want me having any fun! You just wanted me to be as perfect as an experiment!”

“N-No, dear, no!” she cried. 

Her fingernails digging into her carpet, Sam said to Met, “I just wanted you to be strong!” She begged with her eyes for him to stop, to go back to his room, but he still, to her dismay and sadness, kept pleasing himself while his favorite monster raped her almost senseless. 

“You made me feel weak!” Met cried. “Like I was always a disappointment!”

“Oh, oooh, no, uh, baby, n-no! I j-just didn’t want you, uh, to be hurt, to be, oh, helpless!”

“You made me feel helpless, Mom!” yelled Met. “You made me feel like… like the world was out to get me! Like I could never rest! You did!” He slowed the stroking of his dick but didn’t stop. 

Grabbing onto her hips to hold her torso upright, Annetta told Vaniah, “I-I, huh, j-just wanted you to remain my good little, ah, boy! To be safe from this, oh, impure w-world!”

“You made me feel dirty, Mommy!” Vaniah hollered back. To her horror, he grinned as he stroked his nice long dick. “Now, who’s dirtier?”

“No, p-please, uh, Vaniah!” She closed her eyes and prayed this would all be over, that she’d wake up as if from a nightmare. But the hard wooden feeling gliding inside her was too strong, and the hands felt too good on her hips. She opened her eyes to see Vaniah balefully glaring at her and screamed, “God, no!”

Staring her beautiful boy in his face, Jacline said to Shelby, “I, oh, I only p-pushed because I, ah, wanted you to reach your p-potential! Ah!”

But Shelby only continued leering after her and manipulating himself. “Then why did you punish me for being a normal 12 year old?” he said. “Why didn’t you let me play and relax and just be?”

“You needed, uh, learning a-and… grades and… oh, and….no more, please, dear, stop!”

Met choked himself harder. Vaniah tugged tighter around his dick. Shelby humped his penis faster. 

Sam watched her son please himself to the Scytheclaw pounding down into her. Annetta couldn’t take her eyes off her boy as he masturbated to her being slid up and down along the Trollgre’s shaft. And Jacline was transfixed by Shelby’s leering gaze as he stroked his cock to her riding upon the Terrordactyl’s dick. 

Then, Sam screamed. “I’m… I’m sorry! Baby, I’m, uh, so, soooo sorry!”

Annetta wailed out, “Vaniah my baby, p-p-please, oh, forgive m-me!”

Jacline’s yelled, “Please, m-my, uh, dear Shelby, I apologize!”

“I j-just, oh, wanted you to be strong, ah, and s-safe!” Sam said.

Annetta said, “All I w-wanted, huh, was for you to keep being, oh, your wonderful heavenly self.”

Jacline said, “To me, oh, you’re the most, ah, successful thing I’ve e-ever done!”

considering the actions happening these longer form dialogues feel unnatural. Need to condense. Writing in spurts isn’t helping either 

=be conscious of pacing while editing 

At this, the boys slowed, though the monsters didn’t.

“You acted like I was this broken, fat thing,” Met barked angrily, though with tears in his eyes. 

Vaniah was near tears himself. “I was just a sin to cleanse to you!” he sniffled.

Shelby whispered, “You made me feel like a project and not a person.”

Sam said, “Sam, B-Baby, how could, uh, I fix you w-when you’re already, oh, perfect?”

“Vaniah, honey,” said Annetta, “you’rec oh, the most w-wonderful person in the, uh, world!”

Jacline said, “Shelby my d-dear, gah, h-how could i improve on the, oh, most s-successful, hn, thing I’ve ever d-done?”

Met all but stopped stroking himself. “I… I’m perfect to you?” He said. 

Sam replied, “H-How could you, oh, not be?”

Vaniah, slowing his strokes, asked, “I… I’m wonderful? Me?”

“Oh, h-honey,” said Annetta, “you’re the m-most wonderful person, uh, I’ve ever met!”

“Really?” Shelby said quietly. “You think that of me?”

Jacline responded, “Y-You’re, oh, the smarter, b-best, gh, boy I know!”

Their sons quiet a moment, their self pleasuring all but stopped, the women regarded them with more love and wonder than all the fear and terror they’d given to the monsters.

“W-What can I do, oh, to make it up to you, baby?” asked Sam as the Scytheclaw wormed deeper into her.

Sliding up and down upon the Trollgre’s wood, Annetta asked, “H-How, oh, can you f-forgive me?”

“Please,” said Jacline as the Terrordactyl squeezed her breasts and thrust up into her, “w-what can I, oh, do?”

Their sons began playing with themselves again.

“Play,” said Met, tugging on his cock.

“ have fun with our monsters,” Vaniah said.

“Be my toy,” said Shelby. 

Met said, “Be our toys.”

Vaniah said, “Our playthings.”

Shelby said, “Play with us.”

Sam’s mouth fell open as Met, lustily staring at her, stroked his cock. Then, the Scytheclaw shoved down deep into her again, and she let out a harsh, deep throated bark of lust. “O-Okay,” she said, and then, bracing against the carpet, thrust her hips up to meet the Scytheclaw’s. She groaned angrily. “L-Like thst?”

It was beautiful, seeing a woman he loved, so strong and tough, being beaten and used and loving it. Met smiled deviously at her and stroked himself. “Yeah, like that!”

Annetta winced as Vaniah gazed at her with almost worshipful desire. Then, holding onto the Trollgre’s hands for support, she ground her hips back as it pulled her onto its cock again. “H-How’s this, honey?” she asked. 

He could practically hear the desire burning in her chest like a crackling fire. And there was a delightful wolf look in her eyes as she fucked the thing that wasn’t her husband, wasn’t his dad. Gently stroking himself, Vaniah bit his lip  and grinned. “Great, Mommy, great!”

Holding onto the Terrordactyl’s wings, Jacline began grinding on its dick as it bounced her up and down. “D-Does, ooh, this please you, dear?”

There was no reasoning, no examination, only devolved passion as his mother bounced up and down, her chest heaving, upon his monster. She gasped hotly only a way she never acted around his dad. Shelby began pumping his hips forward again, shoving his dick into his still hands. “Oh, Mother dear, yes!”

“You having fun?” Sam asked between the squishing into her pussy and the drooling of its warm pungent slime over her body, it’s claws biting into her flesh.

“Yeah, Mom, yeah!” Met grunted.

There was an undeniable thrill in the situation, of being so violated by something so heinous for someone she loved, protected, so dearly. Like a forbidden toy she could only play with in secret. “You like seeing your mom raped by your favorite monster?”

Met smiled hungrily like he was being given a surprise birthday cake all to his own. Jerking his dick he said, “Yeah! You’re a hot, tough bitch, you can take it! Fucking take it!”

Annetta, striding along the Trollgre’s cock smooth with its sappy precum, moaned, “Do you like this?”

Vaniah grinned, as if someone had written a special fantasy book only for him. “Yes, oh God, yes, I do!”

Annetta had felt filthier and more sinful these past few weeks than in her entire life combined. But upon seeing the pure, unadulterated joy on her son’s face, joy she was bringing him by being fucked by hos favorite not so imaginary monster, made Annetta feel more sinful and depressed than in her entire life. But, it was like rolling in mud that cleansed her pores and smoothed her skin. And oh, how her skin tingled beneath the creature’s claws.

“Do you like me, oh, being a dirty, ch-cheating slut?” She said breathily. “Do you like Mommy being a filthy sinner?”

Vaniah smiled pure, radiant love at her. “I just like you,” he said.

Her mind no longer racing, but pleasantly striding in step with her heart, Jacline gyrated her hips as the Terrordactyl bounced her up and down. Being used by the creature was no longer a shock but a curious delight, and being studied so thoroughly by her own son as she did was more stimulating than anything she’d experienced in any lab.

“Having fun, gah, dear?” she breathlessly asked Shelby.

It was like they were alone in a classroom, with his mom a teacher of forbidden knowledge. Shelby pushed his hips forward in time with the Terrordactyl’s motions into his mom, and found that for once his own imagination couldn’t match reality’s.

“Is it, oh, e-everything you could imagine?” she said.

Shelby stared wide eyed at her, drinking in the unbelievable sight. “Better than that,” he replied.

Then, the monsters moved even faster, harder. Their breaths gasping out inhuman scents, their claws growing tighter on the women’s skin. And as they did the boys’ grip and pulls became harder on their dicks.

Then, the monsters moved even faster, harder. Their breaths gasping out inhuman scents, their claws growing tighter on the women’s skin. And as they did the boys’ grip and pulls became harder on their dicks.

The Scytheclaw burrowed deeper into Sam, stretching and filling her up while also slipping against her G spot. Her legs shook in the air as her hips quivered. She dug her fingernails deeper into her carpet and ground her teeth as she stared at Met. “Oh, God, b-baby, oh fuck!”

Met pulled harder on his dick, the tension in him building like an earthquake. “Mom, oh, Mom!” he grunted.

Annetta ground her hips harder onto the Trollgre’s shaft as it pulled her down, her mouth hanging open and only her tongue speaking. “Gadobah! Christ, V-Vaniah! Heshophonoma!”

His dick feeling like a lightning rod about to be struck, Vaniah stroked it faster and faster, crying, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!”

As the Terrordactyl bounced her up and down on its dick like it was trying to make her fly, stroking along her g spot as it did, Jacline rotated her hips to grind down onto it with each thrust. “Yes, oh, fuck yes, dear!”

His humping growing faster, more rhythmic, almost like a dance with himself, Shelby said, “Fuck yes, Morher! Oh, fuck!”

Met’s eyes rolled up into his head as the sensation intensified. Vaniah squinted so hard he could barely see as he squeezed harder on his dick. Shelby bumped faster and faster until he couldn’t see.

Sam pushed up into the Scytheclaw and closed her eyes as it became almost too much. Annetta’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as the striding cock make her speak more gibberish. And Jacline stared at the ceiling, back arching as the hot waves began to roll up her spine.

Then, their sons lost track of where they were, their bodies going numb, feeling like they had somehow gone to sleep. Their moms began to feel even hotter and wetter.

When the boys opened their eyes, they were still staring at their moms. But, they were clothed differently. And when the women opened their eyes, their sons had moved.

Met found himself standing atop his mom, staring down at her. But, he was holding her up with two large blade-like green and black arms. And his body felt strange: soft on the inside, but hard and segmented on the outside. And did he have more legs suddenly? And what was with his dick? It felt softer yet harder and longer and move Strangely. And… was it inside his mom?

Sam looked up to find her son had vanished, and that she was no longer naked. Well, her torso and hips were, but around her arms and legs weee orange and yellow colored metallic armor. And her son had vanished. But, the Scytheclaw remained atop her. But, it’s movements had slowed down. And it looked… different. Softer in the face, somehow chubbier, and it’s eyes were a soft blue.

When Vaniah opened his eyes, he found his arms had grown long and dark and that his body had a rough texture like a tree. And he felt… were there horns on his head? And did his legs bend differently? And his cock, there was something on it. But not in his hands. No, his hands were claws, and in them was…

Annetta opened her eyes to discover she had a tall, wide brimmed hat on. And she suddenly had clothes on! Well, some clothes. A skimpy bodice as well as thigh high boots and long gloves, all lacy and purple and black. And Vaniah had vanished. She looked around and found herself still astride the Trollgre. But it’s skull was shorter and rounder, and it’s eyes were no longer black holes but shone with a soft amber light.

Something was attached to Shelby’s hands. There seemed to be less fingers on them. And there felt like giant flaps attached to them. And his face felt… long? And full of sharp teeth? And did he still have skin or was it something harder! And… what was this softness he was gripping. 

Jacline felt the barest of clothes on her. She looked down and found tiger striped rags adorned her as well as furry boots. And her hair felt done up and wild. But that wasn’t what shocked her the most. What did was the sudden soft feeling of the Terrordactyl’s grip on her breasts. And the light brown now in its eyes. And it’s wider cheeks and…where was Shelby!

She gasped. “Shelby?” she yelled down to the terrordactyl. 

“Vaniah, honey?” Annetta asked the Trollgre. 

Sam stared into the Scytheclaw and said, “Met?”

Taller, bodied in chitinous armor, and with a moth full of mandibles, Met managed to gurgle out, “Mom?”

With only a long skull for a face, Vaniah said, “Mommy?” with a deep echo that came from him like he was a wood instrument.

“Mother?” chirped Shelby out of a mouth with thin lips and too many teeth.

Their monstrous sons slowed their movements as the shock of what had happened hit them. But, their new bodies were like their old ones; too busy doing something, someone, to care.

Met drove deep down into Sam, pulling her legs up and sliding in until he pressed almost to her top, each pulse of his heart making his cock throb and squirm inside her. Sam gasped and said, “Baby!”

Vaniah, his mom so small in his hands, pulled Annetta down onto his suddenly long, sap leaking shaft. “Honey!” Annetta moaned.

Shelby took a deep breath and thrust his hips uo, his claws tightening around his mother’s chest. As she rolled with the thrust, Jacline said, “Dear!”

The boys continued, jumping, sliding, and thrusting their moms. And the women continued grinding, rolling, and gyrating into their sons.

Sneering as his cock dug into her, Sam angrily grunted, “Fuck yeah, rape your Momma!”

Gibbering mad wirh lust as he slid her along his tree of a dick, Annetta moaned, “Huminah, yes, oh yes, give Mommy your lust!”

Bounding up and down on his dick like she was on a ride, Jacline screamed, “Yes, fuck your mother, yes!”

Met jerked his mom’s legs up and slammed his squishy cock down again and again into her soft, tight wetness. “Mom!” he gurgled. “Oh, Momma!”

Holding her tight, Vaniah jerked his mom down hard onto his cock. “Mommy!” echoed again and again out of his empty skull.

Shelby humped his mom so hard he was afraid he’d throw her off like a bucking horse. “Mother!” he chirped loudly.

“Play with me,” Sam said with a sneer, pushing her hips up into her son’s insect dick.

“I’m your toy,” Annetta moaned as she rubbed her son’s claws around her.

Grabbing his claws holding her breasts, Jacline cried, “Have your fun!” as she rode her inhuman boy.

Met pounded. Sam shuddered. Vaniah stroked. Annetta quivered. Shelby humped. Jacline bounced.

Met jittered. It felt like every ounce of his insides were about to come out. Then, already drooling saliva onto his mom and drizzling slime onto her hips, he came, gushing cum out of his pulsing worm-like cock.

Used, constrained in his claws, and locked with him, slippery hotness rushed into Sam. She ground her teeth as the orgasm quivered about inside her like a ricochet. Her toes curled as she used her elbows to press her hips up into her son’s cock, a low, wounded wail escaping her throat.

Vaniah felt it rushing to meet him. Taking one last hold of his mother, he pulled her tight and pressed his cock forward. He emptied into her, his stiffness wobbling with each shot and heartbeat, if he even had one. It was like his body was candy and it was treating itself.

Helpless in his grasp, Annetta could only press her hips back and grind her g spot against his stiffness as her son came into her. Sticky warmth filled her up like she was a creamy dessert. Annetta moaned loud and low, more than she had during any hymn or prayer, as her climax punched up into her and shook her like a tree in an earthquake.

It was like he was about to take off and fly even though he was on the ground in his back. Shelby’s hips bucked up rapidly, shoving himself deeper into his mom. Then, he took off. His long, ribbed dick sent stream after stream into her like he was a jet shooting missiles. Shelby’s long beak opened and he cawed shrilly.

Almost held aloft by him, Jacline ground her pussy against her son’s hardness. Lost in mindless desire, She reached down and rubbed her clit as the orgasm began to rock her. It floated up through her, taking the air from her lungs and sending her head up like a balloon. Her eyes rolled back into her head and jacline screamed as his cum flooded her insides.

They all sat there, monsters inside their moms, women in the grasp of their sons. Then, slowly, they breathed raggedly, hearts slowing, and fell atop one another, locked as lovers, worn out as warriors.

After minutes of slow, slumbering consciousness finally woke them, Sam, Annetta, and Jacline found themselves under, on top of, and next to the very human Met, Vaniah, and Shelby, all blinking dully as if they had been asleep.

Sam patted Met’s head. Annetta stroked Vaniah’s face. And jacline gently kissed Shelby.

As their boys lay there half asleep, the women looked to one another, wondering what to do next now that playtime was over.

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The doors to Ashwood Church’s walled-in garden opened as the sky above turned dark. The modestly sized area was surrounded by the church’s hallways and contained a garden, benches for worship and meditation, and a small playground consisting of a slide, swing set, and jungle gym.

“And here it is!” Annetta said as she held the door open.

“Woah!” Met gasped.

Shelby said, “Very nice.”

“See?” said Vaniah. “I told you guys you’d love it!”

They ran towards the equipment as their mothers walked out and stood beside Annetta.

“It’s as wonderful as you said,” Sam told Annetta. “Beautiful, open to the sky, and secluded.”

Annetta said, “Thank you, Sam dear. I was instrumental in its construction. And what about you, Dr. Birk? Does it meet your expectations?”

Sam asked, “Yes, Jacline, what do you think?”

“Just ‘Jaci.’ And I concur, it’s magnificent. It shall suit our needs perfectly.”

They walked over to a bench and sat down as their boys played on the playground. Sam sat down the bag she was carrying and opened it up revealing the drinks she had brought. Jaci opened her bag and retrieved the snacks.

“They’re getting a little big for the equipment,” Sam said as she drank her beer and snacked on a sandwhich. Met was busy climbing a wooden wall inlaid with plastic climbing handholds.

“We can let them be kids a little longer, dear,” Annetta said, sipping wine while Vaniah went up and down a slide.

Jaci, drinking her manhattan, asked, “And you’re certain there are no security cameras inside?” as Shelby swung on the swings.

Annetta shook her head. “They all point outside, and I have access to the data rooms. We’re safe here.”

“Perfect.”

“What did you tell your husband?”

“I didn’t have to tell him anything. He barely noticed. You?”

“I told him that we were going out with some friends and that we still needed some celibate time to appreciate the love we do have.”

“Devioius.”

Sam scoffed and said, “Married people.”

The boys played for a few minutes more. Soon the sun had set, the sky nothing more but dimming red and purple, and the interior lights came on to bathe the area in white.

The women shared knowing looks, and then called to their sons.

“Now, you did your workout this morning?” Sam asked Met.

He smiled, saying, “You bet, one whole mile in 15 minutes!”

“Great! Your times are really improving.”

Annetta asked Vaniah, “And you studied your Bible?”

He rolled his eyes. “You saw me doing it in the library this morning, right before I spend the afternoon reading FANtASY. I know you did.”

She winked. “I know.”

“And Shelby,” said Jaci, “I was very pleased with your last science test.”

“Well,” Shelby said, “it helps to actually apply myself instead of bombing for attention.”

“You certainly did well.”

The women shared grins.

“Now,” Sam said, “that you’ve done your homework…”

Annetta said, “We think it’s time you were rewarded.”

“Come here,” Jaci said.

The boys broke into grins and practically jumped their mothers. Met wrapped his arms around Sam, pressing his body into her breasts, and slammed his lips into hers. She kissed him back, letting his eager tongue explore her mouth. Vaniah sent his arms up the back of Annetta’s blouse and began massaging her bare back as he kissed her neck. She rubbed her fingers through his hair and pulled him close. Shelby sat on Jaci’s lap and the two held each other, kissing each other first tentatively, then passionately. Soon, the mothers were wet and the boys were hard and the night was there to cover them all.

“Now….” Sam said, pulling Met off her.

Annetta held Vaniah’s head close to her mouth and whispered, “Since you boys have all this playground just to yourselves…”

Jaci stared Shelby in the eyes and told him, “Why don’t we get your toys out?”

The women then reached into their bags and pulled out the Scytheclaw, space warrior woman, Trollgre, witch, Terrordactyl, and cave girl, and handed them to the boys.

“I’m yours,” Sam told Met.

“You can do whatever you want,” Annetta said to Vaniah.

Jaci said to Shelby, “Play with us.”

Holding their toys in their hands, the boys smiled and began rubbing the plastic figures together.

Minutes later, Sam, clad in her skimpy space warrior armor, was riding atop Met’s chitinous Scytheclaw body on the top floor of the playground, staring up into the stars. His legs on either side of the slide, Vaniah slammed his cock into the witch dressed Annetta, who had both legs in the air and was calling glories up to the heavens. And Jaci, dressed and made up as the cave girl, rode the swing, her rear pointed back far in the seat, as Shelby the Terrordactyl slammed her back and forth on his dick, rattling the swing’s plastic coated chains.

A cold wind blew down onto them, signaling the arrival of late fall. The boys had birthdays and Christmas practically around the corner, and the boys had been wondering what they would get. Would it be dinosaurs, or aliens, or more monsters? But, it almost didn’t matter. They already had the best toys in the world.