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It was almost midnight and the sounds of the sleeping city became muted as Angela moved deeper into the park, her bag clasped tightly in her hands, a deep frown pulling her brows together in annoyance. Her heels were far too loud against the pavement, each click-click of each footfall sending a spark of anxiety through her. She had heard the stories, seen the news reports of the sightings and of the women -and occasional man - that went missing once the sun had set.

Evening and late-night joggers mostly, but also some people coming off of a long shift or heading into work, ready for the nightshift. Shadowy figures flashed across her minds eye, her memory merrily replaying the 9 o'clock news, showing her the blurry images taken from CCTV all around the city of tall, broad-shouldered monstrosities that were black and multi-limbed that glowed green. No one knew where they had come from or what they were, but the more months that passed, the more the conspiracy nuts were starting to be believed; aliens or lab-grown creatures, escaped and now wreaking havoc of an unknown brand.

'Yet another meeting that could have easily been a fucking e-mail.' The fox snarled as she made her way home in the quiet.

She paused, mid-step, her ears perking up and swivelling. A knot of cold fear twisted her stomach. There was a gentle rustling of leaves around her, as if someone or something was trying to move quietly through the undergrowth. She slid into the dull yellow light of one of the old, wrought iron street lamps that hung over the path, seeking the light as some kind of security. She rummaged in her bag for her tazer and brandished it menacingly at the surrounding shadows.

'I swear, I will taze the ever-living-fuck out of you!' She snapped, a quaver of fear in her voice. If she survived the night, she'd quit her job. Her boss had messed with her one-too many times. Three times the workload in two months and no sign of a pay-rise, just a sardonic smile and an empty 'Thank you, Angela, it's appreciated.'

She backed up against the lamp pole, the cold metal pressing hard against her spine. She flinched at the touch of something else; something cold, damp and firm. It slithered around her waist, sliding into the space between the buttons on her blouse and dragged her backwards into the shrubs. She yelped and twisted around, twigs and leaves scratching at her exposed arms and face. Her tazer came down between a quartet of sickly green eyes and something howled in her face and jerked back. The grip released her and she scrambled back onto the path, sliding to a halt infont of another of the things.

Tall, broad-shouldered and narrow of waist, its skin was black and veins of green glowed faintly beneath its flesh. Just like on the TV, she thought sourly. Four more eyes glared down at her and long whips of flesh coiled about her ankles. It stepped forward on clawed, digitigrade legs and seized her, lifting her from the ground. She kicked at it but it caught her legs in a pair of slick, powerful tentacles and forced her legs apart. She stared in horror at it, frozen in its gaze, inexorably drawn into the green depths of its large, almond-shaped eyes. A distant part of her mind, still conscious of its surroundings whispered I'm going to make Mr. Comstop eat his own ass if I get out of this.

Its groin flowered into a series of five tentacles, a flaccid penis at its core. As she watched, it twitched, growing in size and standing erect, a line of small ridges developing along its underside. A frill of soft barbs crowned the bulbous head and dappled the shaft where the ridges weren't swelling up. Angela moaned in fear as the surrounding five tentacles flexed and twitched around the monster's cock, themselves growing, the dark skin glistening under the lamp light as it stretched and swelled. The new tentacles wormed their way up her shirt and coiled around her large breasts, tearing away the fabric of her bra. The tips of the tentacles played with her nipples and she shuddered in the creature's grip, her tazer clattering to the ground as her fingers slackened.

The coiling tentacles squeezed and rolled her breasts as the cool tips rubbed her erect nipples, setting her body alight with lust. Another tentacle pressed into her cleavage and started thrusting between the mounds of flesh as they were pressed together. Angela let out a soft moan that deepened as her skirt was hitched up and her panties were forced aside by the questing tip of the monster's cock. It slid into her, parting wet, swollen lips to come to rest inside her. She panted as the pressure on her breasts became too much and a small orgasm shuddered through her. The thrusting tentacle kept up its steady pace and the tips of the other two continued to stimulate her nipples, rubbing and gently poking at the thick nubs of flesh. A cool, green liquid oozed thickly from the tip of the tentacle in her cleavage, matting the fine, red fur of her chest.

Angela squirmed in the creature's grip, feeling the thing's cock deep inside her, quietly desperate for it to start moving. It let out a low rumble, almost mocking as if it knew what she wanted. She had gone from terror to lust in a matter of seconds and it knew that she would be a perfect candidate for the breeding pit in the hive nest. It pulled its hips back as it continued to play with her plump breasts, watching them roll and bounce beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, and thrust hard into her. Her head fell back as a cry of pain ripped out of her. Her pain slid back into the pink haze of lust as it started pounding into her, pulling her close with yet more tentacles that arced around from its back and shoulders.

Its clawed hands came up and grabbed her hips as it thrust, thin lips that had been invisible to the average Furred eyes peeling back over rows of pearly white needle-teeth. Angela shuddered and groaned as she felt its length pull back and forth inside her, moaned at the feel of its girth spreading her wide, almost to breaking point and cried out softly as the barbs and ridges massaged her, adding to the sensations that sent wave after wave of hot, tingling lust rolling through her body. She could feel the wetness between her legs oozing down between her buttocks, matting the thick tufts of fur at the base of her tail. It was cool and thick and smelled sweet, and the slick sound of its flesh pounding into her drove her deeper and closer to orgasm.

It was an amazing, hot sound and she wanted more of it.

The tentacle between her breasts shuddered and twitched, its convulsions eliciting a loud hiss from the monster as thick ropes of sweet-smelling seed was disgorged onto her chest, splashing up her chin and face, and sliding across the generous swell of her breasts. It flicked her nipples hard and the tips of the manipulating tentacles split open into little mouths and bit down firmly on the erect nubs of flesh. Angela cried out, an orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave as more, sweet-smelling seed was ejaculated against her nipples, the force of it sending thin strands of soft, glowing green cum in all directions. Inside her, the monster's cock twitched and its barbs flared, holding it in position deep inside her as it unloaded again. She shuddered and moaned, feeling the coolness of the creature's seed being pumped into her in six long bursts, feeling the pressure mount as the liquid sought to escape her tight body.

The monster quivered, its eyes blazing emerald as it let her slide into the embrace of the other that had initially dragged her off the path. Angela, panting for breath, didn't struggle as the recovered creature tore her shirt, skirt and bra off, leaving her in her stockings, heels and necklace. It turned her around and took her in the same fashion as the other did; tentacles entwined around her breasts, another thrusting madly in her cleavage and its large cock buried deep within her, its barbs and ridges rubbing her in just the right way.

Angela's tail curled behind her and she wrapped her legs around the monster's waist, her hands finding the two stray tentacles that arced up in the air either side of her. She took a firm grip on them and started stroking, her palms and fingers rubbing across the glistening black flesh and its spider web of glowing veins. The monster let out a long, low hissing sigh and its claws dug into her hips as she willingly tended to its aimless tentacles. The creature thrust harder and with a snarl unleashed itself upon her, its cock and tentacles disgorging their loads in unison. Angela groaned, her back arching in the monster's grip as she came again, her legs quivering, her breathing ragged. She could taste the thing's seed on her lips and it tasted just as sweet as it smelled.

She wanted more, but she felt exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep.

The two creatures chittered and hissed at one another, apparently coming to a conclusion. She was dimly aware of the thing pulling out of her and the sticky cascade of cum that fell between her spread legs, splashing to the pavement. It tossed her over its powerful shoulder and held her in place with tentacles that were still slick with sex. She looked up drowsily and saw the feral grin of the creature that had taken her first and her gaze slid down its hard, muscular body, tracing the perfect V to it refreshed erection standing proud at the center of five writhing tentacles dripping pre.

The last thing she remembered before passing out into a comfortable, exhausted sleep, was the creatures carrying her off.

It's time become another statistic...