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Tendrils in the Dark Prologue

The First Night

On nightfall of the first day of the invasion, there was darkness, chaos, and corruption.

Nick panted heavily, catching his breath as he hid behind the corner of a mercifully abandoned alleyway. He felt like crying, hearing the chorus of screaming and moaning that echoed among the skyscrapers of the fallen city. In truth, he was too terrified to cry. The black cat gripped the hair on his head and let out a single sob. He needed to keep moving. There was still a lot of ground to cover before he could make it out of the city. He jumped suddenly when a canine tripped and landed in front of him. "Help!!!", the dog cried out, looking at the cat with pleading eyes. The cat took a few steps back....then sprinted down the alley when he saw the dog getting tugged backwards by...something. Hearing a loud moan, the cat made the mistake of looking back and saw the poor man shucking his shorts off, eagerly starting to stroke himself off as a black, rubbery tentacle came 'round the corner and found its way into his exposed rear.

Nick cursed when he reached a dead end. He looked around wildly for a fire-escape or a dumpster to hide in or...well SOMETHING. Looking back, he saw the dog, eyes rolled up with pleasure, getting fucked in earnest, now being surrounded by two helmeted drones. The tendrils from the helmets were attached to different parts of their bodies: The back of the neck, for what survivors supposed was a means of providing emergency nutrients to the drone. One also coming from behind, looping under and between the drone's legs to suckle their permanently hard cock. And two that were attached to the backs of both their hands. Nick didn't know exactly what those were for, but he noticed that when the drones stroked a victim's cock or breasts, it would illicit a particularly powerful moan. Much like the one coming out of the dog now, as a drone pushed his paw aside to stroke the prey itself. The dog remained prone, whining with pleasure, not struggling one bit. Not even with the drones started to lower an awaiting helmet upon him. Nick hated himself for it, but he didn't really want to look away. His cock twitched in his boxers, which were stained from previous orgasms that were telepathically forced in him earlier in the day.

Snapping out of it, the cat found a hidden door that appeared to be barricaded by a pile of tires, cement blocks, and other junk. Not risking, or wanting to check if he had been spotted, he rushed over to the door and started shoving the junk aside. "Shit, shit, shit!", he said through gritted teeth It seemed that luck was on his side; Just as he made a path and opened the door, he felt a paw grasping at his shoulder, followed by a pained shriek as it was slammed shut. Making sure he locked the door, Nick slid down the door, exhausted, the pounding of the drones rattling him. More tears flowed, yet his hand idly stroked his straining member. Once he realized what he was doing, he blushed, and hung his head low.

The poor cat was giving into despair when, suddenly, the pounding stopped. Holding his breath for a moment, Nick waited for any kind of sign that they had left. A shout of surprise from outside, followed by the usual screams of ecstasy signalled that the drones had found a new victim. Nick quickly lept to his feet and began to barricade the door, just in case. Meanwhile, he took stock of the building he had entered. Scattered cardboard boxes and shelves of canned goods told him that he was in the back of a restaurant. He took a quick look around, luckily finding no more surprises. Perhaps he'd be safe here for the night? Nick waited for an hour....what felt like days....to hear any signs of possible intruders. For now, it seemed, he was alone.

The cat flattened some boxes and made some simple bedding. It wasn't pretty, but it'd do. He laid down tentatively...he knew he needed to get some sleep, but he wasn't sure he'd be able to. After what he'd seen today, he didn't know if he could ever sleep again. At least not without nightmares.

Nick did sleep that night, and he did have nightmares. Nightmares that left his boxers sticky. He would awake early that morning, ashamed, but harder than ever.

Surprisingly, Nick's escape from the city went smoother than expected. It was....eerily quiet. Only a few stray moans or screams or gunfire. The mass hysteria that had went on yesterday seemed a distant memory. The cat didn't know what happened to the vast horde of various creatures and tentacles, but it seemed there were only stragglers left, some survivors (the gunfire) and some monsters picking them off. Nick wasn't planning on staying here to find out more.

Some time later, around mid-day, he judged, the cat had made it to a major highway, hoping to follow it towards the supposed military safe-zone he had heard on radio earlier. He doubted it still existed, but, what else was he going to do? He maneuvered around the abandoned cars, occasionally picking up some supplies. He tried not to think of his situation....that he was alone in a suddenly, sex-crazed world that had swallowed up most of the population, likely including his friends, family, and every person he casually knew from his day-to-day life. He tried not to think about his brother....younger than him, and a typical house-cat, always lazing around. He tried not to, but found himself wondering if he had given into the drones, or was taken by one of those tentacle beast things....despite himself, the cat's cock was growing hard again, thinking about it. He sighed. It was a losing battle. Idly rubbing the tent in his pants, Nick allowed himself to think at least about...easier targets....

He would never have admitted it before, but he always fantasized about his ex Kyle...a wolf who seemed unassuming and dull on the outside, but who was actually really sweet and quite the lover in bed. Nick sighed again, hoping he was alright. Still, he rubbed a little harder and licked his lips at the thought of seeing Kyle as a drone, coming to take him. Kyle was always into weird shit like that, anyway. He's probably happier now, in a way, the cat reasoned. He wish he could-

"Don't move!!!!" Nick, of course, did the exact opposite, as his initial reaction was to dive for cover.

Bang!

A car window shattered as the bullet pierced it, making Nick shout in surprise. "Fuck!" Nick remained prone, covering his head, not daring to speak.

"Ohshitohshitohshitohshit....Fuck!...I didn't mean to do that, I swear!", pleaded the other

Nick winced in disgust, taking a look at the shattered window.

"I just....I didn't know if you were one of them. Fuck...here, I'll drop the gun."

Nick looked under the car and, sure enough, saw the pistol being set down and kicked away.

"So that was probably a really stupid move on my part. Like....fuck, I'm bad at this. Please don't kill me!" The cat rolled his eyes and decided to take a chance. He'd rather be shot than live a slave, anyway.

Nick slowly rose from his position to see a rather nerdy looking raccoon, complete with comic book shirt and totally unfitting glasses. Just the kind of survivor partner he needed....Nick groaned. "If you're about to ask me where I'm headed, let me save you the trouble. The answer is no. And no, followed by another two or so no's."

The raccoon stomped his feet and answered in an all-too-whiny voice that only affirmed Nick's feelings on the matter, "Y-you gotta take me! That's...that's just what people do! Uh-u-uh I mean, hey, every survivor group needs a lovable geeky guy...r-right? The comic-uh-relief?" Nick just shook his head and looked away, having none of it.

The raccoon walked closer.

"Pleeeeeeeease?! I can't do this on my own!"

He was getting uncomfortably close to the cat now, who just shoved him away with disgust. "Look, we'll talk about it, okay?! Just...please shut up?"

"Ohthankyouthankyouthankyou!", sighed Nick's new friend, still walking up to him, smiling."Really, that's super nice of you. Like, I'm so happy you'd let a guy like me come with you." Nick took a step back again, but blinked, thinking he saw something in the raccoon's eyes for a moment. "I'll be worth your while, I promise! I can cook, do night watch, hack a computer, well.....maybe not that since everything's down now, but..." The raccoon's eyes briefly flashed a brilliant gold...or was it green?

Nick shook his head, getting a headache. "Hey, just....leave me alone, okay?"

"B-but we need to work together now!", the raccoon exclaimed, looking Nick in the eyes. "We need to take care of each other...."

The cat blinked. No, he was definitely seeing things now. The raccoon's eyes started to turn gold, then green, then...wait, what's going on? Nick realized he was still staring before looking away and stumbling backwards against a car.

"W-what?! Just...go away! I'm not afraid to fight!"

"Awww, but why would we fight?", cooed the suddenly deeper voice of the raccoon, who grabbed hold of the cat's arms and stared right into his eyes. The raccoon's own eyes did indeed start to spiral...gold...then green....then orange....then blue...then gold...then green..orange..blue..gold..green..orange..

Nick found he couldn't turn away, his mouth agape. He knew this had to be some kind of creature, but...why couldn't he fight?! He desperately wanted to punch that stupid raccoon in the face, but....ohh.....why was it so hard to...just.....huh?.....

"Whhhaat?".....the cat said slowly, moving his head closer as if trying to stare deeper into the ever increasing spirals..

Gold, green, orange, blue, Gold, green, orange, blue.

The thing chuckled, its voice now more gutteral. It knew it had him.

"P-please...." "Please what"

"Pleaseee......", was all that Nick could say, the spirals spinning faster and faster.

"Good Boy. Keep going....you're almost there...."

"N-nooooo...."

"Oh hush now", the "raccoon" said caressing Nick's chin, "we both know you wanted this. How does it feel, hmm? "

"Whoooahaaahahhhhaaaaa....."

"How does it feel..."

Gold,green,orange,blue,gold,green,orange,blue

"To give in?"

Goldgreenorangebluegoldgreenorangeblue

Nick's face started to turn into an increasingly happy state, his expression becoming more exagerated by the minute.

Goldgreenorangebluegoldgreenorangeblue

"Good boy...", the thing cooed. "Good Boy! Now just," He took Nick by the shoulders and stared right into him, eye-to-eye.

Goldgreenorangebluegoldgreenorangeblue!!!!!!

Ping!

And Nick was gone.

The cat stood completely still, a huge, dopey grin on his face. His whiskers stiff...just like the tent, leaking in his pants. His eyes were filled with the same colorful spirals as the raccoon's.

The shapeshifter laughed, and reverted back to its original form in a cloud of black smoke. What was left was a smaller, lizard-like creature. It had horns...piercing yellow eyes...claws that clacked together, as if it were contemplating a fine meal. "Now then...."

Even with its claws, it still managed to unzip Nick's pants and drop them to the ground. His boxers soon followed. Now the shapeshifter was standing face-to-face with a rock-hard, leaking, cock, ripe for the taking. The thing licked its lips and dove right in....

"Give me what I need..."