Night of the Insectaur
Nature made him a killer. Science made him horny. Now everyone's fucked.
This is my side of a trade for VictoriaViper (FurAffinity)
Warning: This is a horror story with graphic violence, non-consensual intercourse, hard vore, death and hyper proportions. You have been warned!
Night of the Insectaur, by DragonMasterX.
Peter was absolutely ecstatic. The anxiousness in his heart was driving him over the edge, so he had to put extra effort to not drop the test tubes in his paws. He wanted to call himself a scientist already, but he was still a hard-at-work student in his town's community college. That Friday the tall brown-haired husky was the only one in the natural sciences classroom which doubled as a laboratory. It was getting late; the young canine had been getting the eye from the janitor Randall who probably was done with his shift and wanted to go home already. But Peter couldn't stop, not after that morning's revelation.
After the complicated wonder drug formula he had been working on failed the first fifteen or so times, Peter woke up to one bright correction to the chemical imbalance that might save his project. He had chosen to work on an improved version of a potent steroid based body supplement that would revolutionize the world in more ways than one, especially for dedicated bodybuilders like Peter's boyfriend, John. Since the usual idea with that kind of drugs is related to the very unpleasant after-effects, Peter had begun his research on how to subvert or, in the best case, completely eliminate those after-effects. The idea of his big buff dragon getting even bigger and buffer turned him on; it made his tail wag and his heart flutter; part of the reason he was giddy yet extra careful with his compounds.
But Peter was only half-done with his project. Even though he had managed to eliminate most of the undesirable after-affects from his compound, he was mainly busy with making it as potent as possible to make each dose efficient. The aspiring chemist was more than pumped to see it all through as soon as possible. The prospect was amazing: He was going to be rich and smothered in sexy dragon beef as well! The first of his ambitious goals which would free Peter of his worries for rent money. It felt amazing, after all the hardships Peter had gone through to be able to study in an university, ending up in a precarious community one due to the lack of funds, the husky could finally shine with his talent. And the best part was John supported him and was eager for the project to go into the experimental stages. Peter was only too happy with the idea of making his huge boyfriend even huger.
Just when his thoughts were drifting off the subject of chemistry in favor of muscles, a pair of large arms surrounded Peter from behind, making him yip in surprise and nearly drop his tubes. "Ahh!" exclaimed the white-coat wearing canine as he looked down at the burly arms holding him. Instantly a large, warm scaly snout dropped from above and kissed the back of Peter's neck. The husky's tail wagged fast when the next moment he realized who was holding him. "Johnny!"
"Hey, puppy," the towering horned and wingless dragon deeply rumbled, flicking his slick tongue at his partner's delicate looking neck, "Sorry I didn't text, but I got off the gym early and wanted to come pick you up... but now I'm not sure I want to go back out." A big smirk crept up Johnny's snout, making Peter shudder in anticipation.
"Sweet talking right out of the gym? Careful there, might have the impression you're trying to seduce me, Mr. Dragon," grinned a joyous Peter, turning his snout while gyrating his hips to bop their muzzles together. "Mmm, didn't you shower? I can almost feel that musk drilling into my nose." Peter growled playfully, always a fan of the masculine types, of which his boyfriend hardly had any equal.
John had physically worked hard all of his life. If not by running errands to be able to afford early gym memberships while he was still a developing teen, then by finding work where he could exert his physical strength. The result paid out with his incredibly big and buff frame of rippling vascular body and enormously thick muscles. The scaly beast was obsessed with his body and making it big and strong and powerful; power aroused him, so being strong aroused him even more. His boyfriend understood this and, even though Peter had an athletic build, knew to submit to him and his urges. He loved having Peter worshipping him, embracing the husky John towered over and smothering him in manliness. John's musk was potent already, not even hot water and soap could fully dissipate what testosterone caused in the near 7ft. tall dragon. His black scales usually glistened with his sweat, giving them an attractive glossy look, and it wasn't rare for his swaggering stride to turn heads his way. Peter wasn't the jealous type as he was pretty confident himself; in fact, having his mate attract so many people's attention turned him on more; more than usual since it was hard to ignore the mighty reptile's studly appearance and mannerism. "Grr, I want husky." It was due to all of that which made it hard for Peter not to lose his head when a horny John showed up and began manhandling him like this.
"Just a sec, big guy... aaaand there," Peter smiled as he poured the chemical reaction he had just finished mixing into a beaker for containment. Peter turned around and they began to make out. It wasn't rare for them to have these kinds of meetings at that classroom, since Fridays were when the biology majors that usually packed the laboratory went for field trips to the forest at the back of the building.
"Pretty deserted around here, sun hasn't even set yet," John mentioned in-between the wet kiss, most of the sentence inevitably turning into heavy grunts while their lips smacked against each other. Peter could only moan back in response as his boyfriend fondled his buttocks whilst they made out.
"Nghh... " Peter made his best attempt to articulate after briefly sinking his face against John's wide, manly chest, "The biology guys took the opportunity for a campout this weekend. Mmrr," Peter closed his eyes, wriggling his butt on the table as John squeezed it like a pair of big fluffy spheres; the dragon had forced him on top of it for them to meet at eye-level. "My friend Roy, you remember him, right? He's the one organizing it; even invited me to come. You know, fresh air, be one with nature... and all those ugly bugs they play with."
"Ugh," John frowned and pulled his face back with a scowl of disgust, "Thanks for reminding me. All those squirmy things are probably looking at us right now, aren't they?"
"Nah, don't worry, Johnny," Peter smirked, finding it cute how squeamish his big man was at the mention of anything with more than one leg attached to its body. Peter couldn't say he was a fan of insects either, but John clearly was phobic. There was a reason Peter could easily put his boyfriend at ease however: "Roy and his classmates actually took all the live specimens out with them, so the place's clean. They free them once a week and then get new ones, you know."
"Oh, so we're all alone, are we?" John's sexy grin returned to his face fast. Peter's smiled back and threw his arms around the black dragon's burly neck, squeezing hard. Peter's fluffy tail was wagging fast, excited at the thought of what John's words inferred. They began to hotly make out, this time with Peter eagerly joining the squeeze-a-thon, though barely able to cover the scaly beast's huge deltoids. Unbeknownst to the passionate lovers, a pair of eyes was following their every move, an inflamed motive fueling the voyeur's glare.
Eventually, the two mates' excessive round of kisses and cuddles was too much for Randall, the lonely janitor jealously peeking at them from the classroom's door. Bitter at their relationship, he wanted to let the two horny boys know they were not alone. To do just that, he kicked his mostly empty bucket with a loud rattle into the wall, causing Peter to freak out and whip his tail across a beaker. The glass container dropped to the side, spilling its pinkish contents over the table's edge. "Fuck!" Peter startled while a confused John pulled back to allow his boyfriend to move. "Aw bitch-nuggets!"
"Damn, was that important?" John asked as Peter hurried to catch and put the beaker upright again before it fell off. Most of its contents had been spilled already. Even though John wasn't into science himself, the big lug could tell a spilled anything in a laboratory was bad. "Here, let me help..."
"Thanks, hun. Ugh, look at this mess..." the liquid had soaked onto the table, but most of it had collected inside one of the leftover insect cages, "Have to get all of this off." Peter slid off the table but before they could reach for a rug to clean the spill, the door audibly opened and the old suricata janitor entered. Randall wasn't pleased. "Oh, Randall!"
"Think I've been patient enough," the janitor grumpily stepped forwards, arms folded, "Ya know this classroom's closed on Friday nights..."
"I know," Peter usually had trouble with the grumpy suricata; and with good reason since it wasn't rare for the husky to leave sizable messes after conducting volatile experiments. Randall had just caught him red-handed, "I got startled and uh... knocked over a beaker. It's alright, I'll..."
But Randall boldly interrupted, "Here I thought you actually had a reason for occupying a classroom that's meant to be closed, but you kids are just romping inside like horny teenagers, and making my job harder to boot!" Peter blushed at the justified accusation. John was speechless at first, but quickly reincorporated himself and huffed, looming over the two fluffs. "Now git! Before I lose my mind and have you expelled or something."
"Boy is he cranky tonight, what's got up his ass?" was the thought at the forefront of Peter's mind before he began to sense the overwhelming presence of his boyfriend stomping forwards; John was usually a peaceful dragon unless provoked, and Peter was one reason he loved getting bothered about. Realizing John was very near to responding violently, Peter stood in front of the massive scaly to stop him in his tracks; anybody else and they would've been just steamrolled over by the black lug. "We're going, we're going."
There was a moment of heavy silence as Randall and John exchanged looks. "G'wan ya big lug. Taken on larger mammoths back in my day." Peter's nerves got progressively worse as he could feel John snorting above his ears. Peter decided to just forget about the spilled chemical and just get out before things got worse.
"Let's go, Johnny. It's fine." at Peter's insistence, John averted his steely gaze from the old guy and, eventually, pulled out towards the exit with his husky.
"Bah, numbskull. Eaten bigger lizards-on-a-cob than 'im." Randall rested his hands on his waist as he surveyed the pinkish liquid dripping over the table and onto the crystal cages below. "Damn kids and their little goop projects. Probably gonna need the industrial cleaner for this too..." With a sigh, Randall left through the same door the couple had exited and locked it behind him. He didn't want them to come back in again. At last, the natural sciences classroom was empty, thought the suricata.
Unbeknownst to all of them however, someone, or something else had become locked inside. Something nobody would ordinarily pay attention to: A tiny being of no consequence or importance to anybody, really nothing more than a centipede a few inches long. The biology field trip was supposed to have brought it with them, but the little one, ever a lover of dark and cramped spaces, and a hater of artificial light, had managed to hide in its little dirt biome within its cage; the same cage currently bubbling with pinkish formula.
The centipede's home had become flooded and its little body washed out once the pink rain had splashed in through the open cage. Unable to swim, the insect could only squirm and writhe as the equivalent of a pool of goop soaked into its exoskeleton and through its mouth. Its insides instantly got warm and tingly, alien sensations its underdeveloped bug brain could hardly make any sense out of.
The small centipede's antennae stood up, forced into attention by the resulting shocks the mysterious liquid had caused inside of it. Feelers erratically started to twitch as its eighteen pair of legs constricted against each pair's respective body segment, the insect curling into a squirmy spiral as each local ganglion individually responded to the extreme stimulus. Each of the bug's interconnected segments then began to bulge and pulse like a beating heart, causing the insect to swell. With each beat, the centipede's whole body remained at the peak of its swollen form, causing its overall size to surge and grow.
Several inches longer already, the enlarging critter suddenly lashed out against its cage, bashing its head into the glass cage, rattling it slightly. The liquid had become almost entirely seeped into its body already, leaving behind only minuscule pink trails as it once more proceeded to lunge into the wall, as if trying to escape. The insect was exerting its increasingly stronger, bigger body. There was no pain in the act, only an overwhelming need to expend the unfathomable swell of energy and power coursing through its being. It was like a rage that could only be quelled down by smashing anything surrounding it. The larger it became, the more the cage suffered from the growing centipede's ramming. To a normal person watching the spectacle, they would see a larger-than-normal insect darting around its cage, bouncing from wall to wall, leaving small cracks against each spot it slammed against. Its biome was getting destroyed, too small for the centipede to fit in anymore.
Now over a foot long, the massive centipede was having trouble moving without running into its own body, like a cruel game of Snake. But then the ongoing transformation took an unexpected turn when all of a sudden the centipede's upper segments burst open at the sides. The bug let out an inaudible screech as goopy fluid flowed out followed by enlarging growths of mass pouring out like lashing tentacles. In perfect symmetry, the pair of lumps became longer and thicker, extending away from the centipede's morphing body segment which was fusing with its interconnected zones. While the fleshy extremities developed more and more, the centipede's forelegs disappeared into its exoskeleton, forcing the three top segments attached to its head to completely fuse into a single one without legs. The two new members hanging at each side of the new segment curled, the creature hissing as its dark eyes caught sight of smaller lumps of flesh growing at the tip of those long things.
Meanwhile, the centipede's head was elongating past its top segment, separated by a mere inch as bug meat filled the space between. Giving it articulate movement, the centipede darted its black below, left and right, as it saw its body change. The new segment was bulging larger than the rest of it, inflating more-than-proportionately with each fresh growth spurt. This was more noticeable at the top, where the top segment was flaring out and bulking up with greater speed than the torso the bug was forming. The enlarging extremities dangled from each shoulder, making the centipede watch its body take on a completely different shape.
The developing extremities responded to its primitive command to exert force, curling into its top segment before each tip grabbed at each other. The creature surged with size as it stretched the extremities skyward, angry at the artificial light dawning on it. The swelling mass of flesh grew chitin coating like the rest of its body, becoming more comfortable to bear at least. The extra members had finished forming: Sticking out as far as four of its segments put together, each of the extremities could curl at the center and move five perfectly articulate additions; four fingers and an opposable thumb. The centipede had just finished growing arms.
Confused, enraged, and all kinds of excited, the armed insect acted on pure instinct and threw both extremities to the side, fists clenched. Both punches impacted against the glass, cracking it. The two foot long and growing centipede would not be denied. It could feel the remaining fifteen pairs of legs scratching at the underside of the cage, all of its transformed body on compromise for its freedom. It brought its arms back in and, with a screech that separated its forcipules, the huge centipede threw them back out with great force. Beyond the breaking point, the glass finally shattered. The force of the blow and the oddly distributed weight above it, a second and truly empty cage slid off, causing the centipede to slam against the side of the desk it was on.
The table rattled and shook as the huge centipede put its new hands up against the surface, trying to push its torso up which was clumsily followed by the fifteen remaining interconnected segments with legs and a legless sixteenth. Left at a very precarious spot, the beaker on the desk tilted slightly before the centipede's brutish movements finally caused it to fall over. The creature hissed as the glass beaker smashed against it and finished soaking it in pink formula. Unbeknownst to the centipede, it had just sped up the ongoing process.
From three feet long it shot up twice its length in a very short span of time. The centipede growled as it stood upright and flexed its arms as they bulked up with muscle. The glossy dark brown chitin armor pulsed and audibly creaked as the meat it protected rapidly bulged out, flaring into veiny muscle cord spanning its entire form. The centipede let out a sudden growl as its thicker hands grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it over simply to exert more physical force. His arms reacted by providing not only the necessary strength, but also redoubling in size from just that unremarkable act. The glass containers and equipment that smashed onto the floor served only as a testament to the creature's brutish strength, an unrestrained hulk of might and primitive rage.
As it swelled larger, the creature's legged segments and its tail smacked into other desks, flipping them over or outright crushing them under the centipede's ever increasing weight. The shell creaked back there as well, as the tough meat inside became tougher, thicker and ever more muscular. Standing with its torso upright, the creature was already over 8ft. tall, posed like the mythological centaur. Its shoulders were already massively wide, able to support its hugely ripped arms with basketball sized biceps and the centipede's burly neck which enabled it to crank its head and watch itself develop more and more. Person-like, the upper flare of his torso put a giant pair of pectorals with defined muscle. Meanwhile, neatly packed rows of abdominals decorated its chiseled front; the chitin had no choice but to keep regenerating over the centipede's body on constant bulk-up.
At 10ft. tall, the growth had begun to slow down, its antennae brushing along the ceiling already. The multi-legged bug roared at the light tubes above, constantly blinding, irritating it. One by one, he smashed them all by punching the ceiling as its body grew some more, plunging the classroom to a dim yet pleasant darkness. It ended having to bend its head against the ceiling slightly, but finally the centipede could feel at home again; except one thing was lacking in its newly improved life: It was hungry. Where were the other insects it used to detect? They would be no match for it now; it had to feed. It also had to exert more of its newfound strength, unable for some reason to become satisfied about it. For some reason the beast was eager about something, a constant tingle in its lower section making its now huge legs impatiently smash against the floor, creating more and louder rattling.
"...and their blasted hormones making them show off like they were in a..." Randall had spent the last twenty minutes searching for his remaining cleaning tools, distracted by the last few people he had to send home since the faculty members were all gone. Why could they not understand Friday was the end of the week? "...what happened to the lights?" Randall was used to how hard to clean Peter's experiments were, but he didn't expect to do it in the dark. The old suricata grumbled as he opened the door and walked in to flip the switch, instantly cursing as he tripped when his feet stepped on broken glass. The janitor's feet didn't get damaged since his footwear protected them, but the unexpected obstacle caused him to skip forwards, lose his balance and fall over. "What in tarnation? Broken glass?" the old man reached down with a paw to lift a broken pot. "Vandals?!" he didn't have time to freak out that his face became splashed with water. "The hell is this sticky stuff?" the suricata growled and took his cap off to rub the goopy liquid off his face. He reached back to get his flashlight and pointed it at the ceiling in search of a broken pipe. But Randall instantly lost his nerve when instead of the ceiling his light illuminated the hellish visage of two dark eyes, like staring into the void of an endless abyss. The dark-brown head of a giant insect, its split jaws and a hungry, drooling maw were staring right back at the grounded old suricata. The sight took away his breath. The sight made Randall's grip on his flashlight tighter. The sight made his poor old heart skip a beat. He was not able to scream.
But the creature, absolutely enraged and even more so upset by the flashlight, immediately broke the janitor's arm with a single slap in an attempt to get rid of the source of irritating light. Before Randall was able to react to the sheer pain of his left arm being twisted backwards to the point it nearly split right off, the giant insectaur pounced and sank its enormous forcipules into his neck, tearing out its jugular with one clamp of its powerful jaws. The centipede assaulted its dead prey neck until it was forcibly separated from his shoulders, at which point the creature's jaws pulled it into the monstrous bug's gaping maw. In the meantime, the brutish insect's closed fists smashed both the headless janitor's chest and above his legs, breaking his ribcage and pelvic bone respectively. The blood that poured out of the open wounds excited the hungry creature, which proceeded to split the body in two with its two clenching hands forcing the beheaded suricata's torso to separate from its spinal attachment to the lower body. Without wasting time or putting out any manners, the giant bug started to tear into its mangled prey, using its powerful grip to tear off chunks of the corpse, clothes and all, before swallowing them like it was his last dinner.
Old Randall's only wish had been to retire as soon as possible, tired of his unrewarding job and life. The centipede had made a meal out of him. A messy, bloody meal.
"Sheesh, can you believe that guy?" John threw his arms back at his neck as he and his boyfriend walked down the lane, illuminated by the full moon above casting its luminous sheen down on them. "I should've punched his lights out." Peter hugged his side.
"Don't be silly, Johnny. Last thing I need is to be expelled; anyway, it was my fault for freaking out. Lost like a week of progress with that spill too..." the husky sighed, looking up at his fuming dragon; it was so hard to put him at ease once he had a thought in his head; he didn't want to make it worse. Part of Peter loved that overprotective side of his however. "Look, let's just order a pizza and catch a movie, how about it big guy?" he also wanted to forget about the bad moment.
"Okay. Actually, good idea," John finally smiled, Peter secretly giggling as food was always a good strategy. "Let's place the order now. Got your phone?"
"What happened to yours?"
"You know I never bring it with me when I go to the gym, that's just distracting," John snickered, making Peter bump into him playfully.
"Fine. Double meat lovers, right? Let me just... Oh bitchnuggets," Peter groaned as his paw cupped only air in his side pocket. He stopped walking, making John blink in surprise.
"You okay?"
"Sure it's just... damn, did I leave my phone back at the lab?" Peter groaned and did a face-smack, "Fuck, I'm an idiot. And it's Friday too!"
"Oh right," the dragon frowned and walked back to the troubled husky, "Let's go back and get it. Otherwise you'll have to wait until Monday to get it back."
"Now I'm completely sure. I probably left it at the racks to avoid getting anything spilt on it by accident," Peter closed his eyes and stomped the ground out of frustration, "Shit, I don't want to go back there."
"It's okay, Pete. I'll come with you. That guy says anything, I'll really go to town on him this time," John smiled as he smashed a fist into his open palm, cracking his knuckles.
"A-alright, but look, don't do anything stupid, okay? Plus he can't keep my belongings if I report it, so it won't be a problem. Let's hurry, I think Randall's only around until eight on Fridays. God, I hope he doesn't cuss me out again; I hate dealing with him."
As the two young adults doubled back, jogging to get there faster, John gave his husky a grin, "It'll be okay, Pete. Just a cell phone; what's the worst that could happen?"
The couple reached the community college after eight according to John's digital wristwatch. As a result both were surprised to see some of the lights still on from the outside. "Weird," observed Peter as they stood by the entrance. The parking lot was vacant and there was no sign of anybody around, yet the college still seemed to be open. "Guess something held him up."
"Lucky us right?" a confident John said as he walked in through the double doors, "Come on, let's go get that phone, then we order pizza! Man I'm starving."
Peter was a bit wary about the situation, especially since he couldn't see anyone inside the laboratory from the outside. The natural sciences classroom appeared to be the only one with its lights out. The husky mistakenly supposed the janitor was still in the process of closing up. Upon crossing the entrance however a shrill distorted shriek made Peter suddenly dart towards John as if the boogeyman was after him. "What was that?! Did you hear?"
John's internal ears had picked the sound up, but he hadn't been as affected. "Guy probably has a player on or something."
"What kind of music makes that sound?! It was like an otherworldly wail."
"I dunno," John shrugged, "Let's go."
"Damn, I don't like this Johnny." The husky wasn't about to admit he was afraid, but if John asked all he had to do was to look down at his trembling legs for evidence. "Maybe we should just go..."
"Tsk, what are you talking about, man? The old guy probably saw us enter, trying to scare us out now. He's just that lame," the dragon snorted, dragging his smaller boyfriend across the hallways as Peter clung to him. "Plus we gotta get your phone back, don't we? We already came this far. Ugh, fuck this place's like a labyrinth; way too big for a community college. I had to get help earlier too. Help me get over..." then a loud roar of the same variance as before interrupted the talking dragon.
"Damnit! It's so loud. What even makes that sound?! So familiar... reminds me of something Roy showed me once, but I can't..."
"Whatever!" John was already losing his patience, but also his nerve. That loud growl wasn't natural, he had to admit. And the worst part was that whether or not John wanted to come to terms with it, the sound was coming down the hall they were walking on. "I'll go ahead if you want to stay behind, just tell me which room it is and I'll go."
"W-wait! Don't leave me behind," Peter nervously sprang forwards and made sure to stick behind his boyfriend. He looked at the numbered indicators above each classroom, counting with his mind the rooms before they reached their destination. "It's that one. Classroom F3. J-Johnny, something isn't right...!"
"Hey, old guy! Think it's funny to play pranks huh?" John called out with a growl as he stomped towards the classroom. Peter followed suit, so nervous that he couldn't even deter his boyfriend. "What's that sound...?" the dragon murmured. As he got closer to the classroom, a strange sound became louder and louder. It was a nasty, unsettling sound, similar to someone playing with a meatball as if it was Play Doh. "Can't fool me! Think you're funny? Bet you think it's scaring us. Well keep at it and I'll show you a funny face. Yours after I'm done breaking the last couple remaining teeth in your mouth!"
Then, all of a sudden, the sound stopped. Peter and John were standing right next to the side of the open door way. John smiled proud of himself. "See, Pete? Just gotta be persuasive with these assholes. They're all bark, and when a bigger guy shows up..."
Peter was about to give an encouraging nod to his brave boyfriend, but then one of his flattened ears perked up as it picked up a different kind of sound. It wasn't the squishy sound of a few seconds ago. No, it was a constant stream of clicking, like a bunch of ball bearings impacting against the floor one after another. Unable to pick the almost muffled sound up though, John walked in unsuspectingly. Peter was too scared not to voice his concern: "Johnny, did you hear that?"
Standing right under the doorway, the dragon faced away from the dark. His arm absentmindedly looked for the light switch on the wall inside. "Hear what? I didn't... What? This stupid switch doesn't work." John groaned, turning back to the darkness as he saw a figure begin moving towards him, his eyes still not adjusted to the sudden blackness. "Hey, you dumb janitor, the lights broke, why don't you...?"
John was unable to finish his sentence. Peter approached the burly dragon with a concerned smile. The husky was about to ask when suddenly his seven foot tall boyfriend was yanked into the darkness. "Johnny!" The husky scientist shouted, dashing after John to the dark before stopping as he stepped on a puddle and the tip of his foot accidentally hit the switch of a dropped flashlight. The classroom was suddenly illuminated with an image born of a hellish nightmare.
The black dragon had never once doubted that there is always someone bigger, stronger. He had never doubted for one second that just as he thought he climbed to the top he would need to keep going or else someone else would sweep the title off his arms. But in this world, either you're furry or scaly. You're bipedal, anthropomorphic and definitely not squirmy or multi-limbed. All those preconceptions died as the sudden flick of a light revealed the first person in John's life to be able to sweep him off the floor and hold him up by a single arm no less. "Fuck." The dragon's tension levels were increasing, his heart was beating faster and faster. "Fuck no. Hell no." His brain was denying it, his heart wished it was not true. But it was.
Twelve feet tall and god-knows-how-long, with a humanoid torso so ripped it would make Hercules himself green with envy, and sixteen conjoined, thick double-legged segments below its torso. It was like an insect Naga only it wasn't a fellow reptile; it was a giant goddamn centipede monster. All of John's life, he had been scared of squirmy things, a common fear he could share with his lover. But if there was something the dragon absolutely could not stand the sight of were centipedes. Their near-endless, zigzagging bodies; those pairs of increasingly larger legs moving like a nightmarish torture device; their ugly, monstrous appearance. John could've been sent to war to stare death in the eyes; he could not even begin to fathom a centipede.
And now a twelve feet tall centipede, a giant centipede larger than he was, more muscular than he was, decidedly stronger than he was holding him up like a doll. There was nothing he could do but scream. "GAAHHHHHHH!!"
No, to the insectaur, the dragon was not a doll. He was prey. But there was something peculiar about him. The centipede was looking up and down at the dragon, as if sizing him up. Having just finished with his meal, the muscular insect was less interested in food and more into figuring out its pending urges. The way it had torn the classroom and that suricata apart had been, on the side, a very good example of how to exert and use its new, huge muscles. For some reason, the act of bloodily dismembering its prey and thoroughly eating him like the small bugs it used to feed on gave the insectaur a jolt of positive sensations that it had previously been unable to feel. Now that its entire body had been reconfigured and testosterone was flowing inside as if the insectaur was a walking hormone factory, its primitive bug brain was reacting to things differently.
"Johnny!" a desperate Peter had become briefly fear-struck, paralyzed at the sight of the monstrosity holding his boyfriend hostage. No longer able to sit idly, the husky summoned all of his courage, grabbed a nearby broken chair and tried breaking it on the creature's side. The monster, barely twitching at the assault that would've knocked anyone else with their guard down unconscious, smacked the husky through the air as if casually swatting a fly. Peter flew towards the wall, knocking himself out after impacting with enough force to render the college student unconscious.
The force it could exert wasn't just impressive, it was glorious. The easiness with which its arms could rip things to shreds instantly made capturing and mangling prey a trifle. It could not be stopped by force; its strength was always greater. The very fact its hulking body was a sculpture of vascular muscle that its exoskeleton couldn't properly hold back was turning the insect on. Just clenching its fingers together and balling its hands into fists caused most of its body to flex, muscles rippling within the exoskeleton which cracked loudly as it broke and instantly regenerated by making more chitin. The eyes could not perceive the changes to the creature's shell, but it clearly sounded like the creature's own body could barely contain its immensity. Yet it did, and it terrified John.
And the fearful prey hanging from its hand was priceless. An indescribable feeling. Mind-numbingly hot. The insect could pick up both the fear and the delicious smell coming off the creature at its mercy. It was unlike its first prey: This one was huge, bulky like it was, and reeked of musk. Even the way the dragon squirmed and screamed amused the titanic bug, making it all kinds of warm inside. Its prey was afraid of it; afraid of its size, afraid of how powerful it had become. It wanted to amplify that feeling of euphoria and unable to hold its developing cravings for sexual pleasure, the section right under the bottom of its torso began to open horizontally. The pouch within had been hiding an indivisible slit from wherein a large piece of meat started to protrude. As the mushroom-headed log of pulsing flesh came out, the insect involuntarily pushed its lower body up. On the first segment from the top, where the protrusion was happening, the pair of legs lifted off the floor and spread out, as if presenting the meat incessantly pouring out like a thick anaconda exiting its cave and coiling down on the messy, bloody ground.
As the insectaur bent its powerful back against the ceiling, thereby cracking it due to the slight boost in height, John froze in terror as he realized what was happening in front of his horrified eyes. The unholy creature's phallus had come out, and it wasn't just big; it was in insane disproportion to, at least, his upper body. The massive piece of insect dong had to be at least as long as John's boyfriend was tall, which made the smelly, pulsing, veiny red member look gigantic in spite of being flaccid. But to John's further dismay, that was also about to change.
Responding to previously unknown impulses, the creature instinctively threw his prey violently against the ground. John grunted as he impacted against a broken desk, finishing the job of destroy it, while at the same time sustaining a great deal of damage to his sternum. The dragon had trouble breathing at first, blood pouring out of his mouth as he pressed a hand against his chest. In his sorry state, the tall, muscle-bound dragon made his attempt to flee, but the creature above clearly had other plans.
Roaring down at his prey, the masculine centipede monster reared down simply to pull John towards it. The dragon kicked back with a cry of despair as his feet lightly grazed the massive beast's equally gargantuan dick, making the poor black reptile scream as if the torture had already begun. But the insectaur paid very little mind to that. Or it was more accurate to say that it was absolutely delighted with the sight of such a fragile, little thing cowering before its undisputed strength. With its huge, bulging biceps the size of basketballs and his arms that were easily twice the size of his prey, the larger male was having its own kind of sick fun toying with his prey. Never before had it had the chance to do anything like this; the pleasure was intoxicating, and all he was doing was exerting its dominance and will against the fellow stud. That action was enough to send jolts of pleasure up its brain and all the way back through each ganglion, making each and every one of his legs shiver and twitch in anticipation.
Blood rushed to the tip of the massive insect penis, filling it up, forcing it to thicken up and become even more impossibly long. From six to nine feet, the immense phallus towered over John, his jeans gashed with the tears from his struggles against the monster. "No! Please no...!" the dragon begged, snot and tears sullying his usually handsome visage. John had once vowed to never be in this position again, after his abusive father had followed through with an unspeakable act, and this multi-legged bastard was not just bringing it all back, but worsening it by the second.
Unable to keep resisting and agonizing over his internal wounds from the slam, the dragon lamented the moment he heard a loud rip sentence his lower body to shameful nudity. The creature didn't even know what he was doing; all he knew was that John didn't want to be close when he _needed_him to be close. It turned him on even more to force his toy to come closer.
The giant insect felt a different kind of tingle once he saw the dragon's exposed gluts. They crack between those perfectly muscular buttocks was easily told apart even with the dark boxers that John was wearing. The monster felt eagerness, and its hyper-phallic member responded by spurting out thick, clear whiteness. The insect pre drooled out of the massive head-sized cock head and splashed against John's back by the bucketful. Never mind the black dragon's pitiful cries of woe, the insectaur was fascinated with the expulsion of his manly essence, which had rocked his head, stimulating the insides of his urethra for nine feet of sensitive inner tube. So wildly the massive dong shook that the sexually aroused centipede had to catch his mammoth penis to prevent spraying the pre-seminal fluids all over; he wanted even his massive erection under his control.
Meanwhile, the crying, hopeless dragon clawed at the ground and whipped back with his tail in an effort to free himself. Unfortunately, even distracted by the discovery of that giant cock, the insect needed only one hand to wrap around both of his legs. "Let me go... let me go...!" the dragon pleaded uselessly, regretting too late the hubris of his earlier bravado. He could feel the thick globs of centipede pre destroying his pride pint by pint as the liquid splashed against his back and covered his neck, shoulders, horns, and all the way down his body as well. At this point he was dripping with the larger male's essence, and the smell was causing his stomach to revolt. "Fuck, this can't be happening! I have to be dreaming... please tell me I'm dreaming...!" the dragon roared in frustration as he smashed his fist down, only resulting in him coughing some more blood. "Pete...! Help... me...!" he looked at his unconscious boyfriend and outstretched an arm in hopes of being grabbed by his husky and pulled away from this horrific dream.
But then the horny bug above decided to insert.
John's lamentations turned into constant whimpers and cries for help once the weight of the centipede's massive cockhead fell on his ass. The dominant creature was clumsily trying to do what it was meant to do with its giant penis, no doubt about it, but it lacked the experience to do so. The dragon could only whine louder as the insectaur left its twitching, oozing member on his ass and began to pull on his legs. The dragon clenched for the inevitable, but the sound of his voice filled the deserted college as what came next broke him in more ways than one.
Boxers in the way or not, the hyper insect did not care. It roared out in pleasure, deafening John's own voice, as whatever was in the way of it penetrating that inviting butt crack was shredded. With the dragon's clothes coming apart before the advance of such a titanic, vein-filled dick, only the dragon's untreated pucker offered the final front of defense. John had done anal before, but only with Peter, and sparingly too since he wanted to be on top. Peter was a big husky himself, but he was most certainly not the owner of a nine foot long dick which was as thick as his arms. The dragon's anatomy was not prepared for it. But the insect did not care.
With one swift, uncaring thrust, that massive insect dong did to John's asshole the equivalent of what a toddler attempting to fit a bowling ball through the star-shaped hole in the shape-teaching game does. John's lungs gave out after one long sustained shrilling scream of pure agony as his innards were completely destroyed by the intruding hyper dick, working its way in through the rectal passage well into his deepest depths. And that was with less than half of the length. The creature wanted more.
The pressure was amazing. Like a vice of untold strength squeezing his insanely big dick from all directions. The centipede roared and squirmed, its legs digging into the tiled floor as blood-tinted drool cascaded down onto his prey. He was an alpha male now, crowned by his own disposition and fueled by his bestial needs. It was impossible not to want more: Every second felt like absolute, ever-increasing bliss. And greedy like no other, the euphoric insect did its best to push its top segment forwards, sinking himself further down and away from the ceiling in favor of, feet by feet, completely mounting his squirming prey.
John couldn't describe to his brain what was happening to his body. The gargantuan erection violating his rear had somehow been introduced far enough without him being split down the middle, but if any of his neurons still properly worked he was sure the pain was very close to breaking point. That split-second theory however was lost when John spasmed and felt his stomach gurgle uncomfortably. The reptile looked down and screamed as he saw his once perfectly solid six packs being hammered into the shape of a giant cock head from the inside. His belly was distending, forced to accommodate the insanely proportioned intruder raping his backside. "Ahhh... aaaaaaaahhhhh!"
There was a small pop. The centipede had stopped. Nine feet of meat were completely stuck inside his prey, and his dark eyes could catch the sight of creamy-white scaly skin almost comically stretching around his gargantuan member ahead. Instinctively, the lust-addled insect pulled back for a few relief-cherished seconds for the abused dragon. Almost four whole feet had come out before the insectaur once more came to a stop only to brutishly thrust back inside. John felt pre force its way out through his throat and splash onto the floor ahead, blocking out any oral complaint he might've had, as the massive penis came back in with the aiding force of twenty-eight grounded centipede feet, each contributing to the slam of epic proportions. The insect could only shriek in absolute pleasure. A flurry of brutal thrusts ensued, ensuring the dragon had no break in-between humps, forcing the poor male to watch his horribly distended stomach stretch outwards and deflate only to audibly and painfully elongate again. John's scaly skin, let alone his innards had thus far survived critical organ failure, but nothing had prepared the dragon's bodily structure to handle what literally came next.
Before finishing, the mounted centipede slammed both hands down, fingers sinking into the destroyed floor of tiles. He felt the largest jolt of pleasure yet as it coursed through each of its segments all the way up to its brain, forcing the insect to arch back involuntarily and shake the classroom with its deafening shrilling wail of bliss. Its first orgasm had completely blown its primitive bug brain, forcing the big lug's muscular body to tense up and bulge stronger than ever as his internal testicles proceeded to unload the equivalent of several years of pent-up content.
John's blood-shot, crying eyes bulged as he watched his stomach suddenly blow up like a balloon. He could hear the jizz pumping inside of it, being deposited inside his belly as if it had been turned into no more than a cum dump for the giant horny insect. The ejaculating member wasn't so much an organ meant for reproduction as it was a pump directing a torrent of spooge by the gallon, making John lose his once god-like figure and slowly round out to spherical shape. Unable to do much else but gargle with the bubbling jizz at the back of his throat, the dragon's thick arms flailed uncontrollably while his paralyzed legs and hips remained as rigid as the titanic penis that was literally fucking him to death.
In-between the gruesome act of wicked non-consensual copulation, the weary and dizzy Peter was coming to, although the sight before him made him wish he was blind. Fortunately for the husky, he hadn't suffered any crippling injuries despite the pounding in his head and the heavy bruises in his back. Unfortunately, his boyfriend was now a cum balloon about to explode. "John... J-Johnny!" the canine jumped up to his feet. The vista was as incredible as it was heart-crushing. The only thing allowing Peter to fight his innate fear for bugs was the sight of his helpless, deformed boyfriend and the slight glimmer of hope of being able to help him; but even still, ordering his legs or arms to move was a very tall order for his mind-fucked brain.
Extending all the way back to the opposite end of the classroom, the centipede monster's lower body zigzagged across the messy, smelly and bloody destruction, inevitably culminating in that herculean torso even a professional body-builder on steroids would feel shame towards. Peter could only barely see the ripped creature's back or face since he was currently hugging his dominated, broken boyfriend like an inflatable toy against its broad chest. As a result of this, the bulging arms that would've turned Peter on any other non-monster person came to look like powerful vices unwilling to let go of the bug's appropriate fuck-toy. Faintly illuminated by the dwindling flashlight, the scene took a turn for the even more gruesome when Peter saw the creature's drooling maw open above his crying boyfriend's head. "No..." Peter shakily sobbed as he outstretched a paw. He couldn't make out the words but mutely spoke anyway, the tears running down his fluffy cheeks accompanying the sad tune with which he silently begged: "Don't do it!"
John briefly opened his eyes, his brain all but burnt out and his body unresponsive. He was half-dead, he was without pride, life slowly ebbing away. He wished only for the suffering to end, still agonizing over the fact those burly arms around his round, still-inflating belly were part of the demonic bug butt-raping him. The black dragon was somehow able to see the devastated Peter and summoned the last of his strength to make the fruitless attempt to join his claw with Peter's paw. They were too far away and Peter would not get any closer; John felt alone, but at the same time accompanied; he couldn't blame his husky. All John wanted to do was for his boyfriend to go. "R-Run... P-P...puh..."
But the message was cut short as the hungry beast above hungrily shrieked, the exercise having woken his stomach. With its jaws parted and forcipules greedily twitching the centipede dove down in perfect synchrony with Peter's screaming: "NOOOOOO!"
There was a brief moment of silence upset only by the squishy sound of John's bloated form being pumped with the drastic amounts of jizz. The ravenous creature, focused only in feeding, ignored the husky ahead of him as he engulfed the dragon's head whole. There was a slight crack as the jaws went on to scissor-press the sides of John's neck, tearing into the tough scaly hide. Flesh, articulations and bone followed as the creature sucked the severing head off with the aid of powerful forcipules. Like a greedy pair of small arms that specialize in hogging things, Peter was forced to watch not only John's decapitation, but also how those little things, comparatively the only little things on that giant beast, pull John's bloody head up that gaping maw. Never before to be seen, John's face vanished into the darkness.
The creature shifted in pleasure, giving John one last hump which repositioned the monster's cock while it rose up to its glorious 12ft. of height. And like a cruel joke the area of John's empty neck was instead filled by the appearance of the centipede's cock-head, ending the black dragon's appearance as a person for good as his battered body fell apart like a rag-doll, hanging from the creature's penis like a broken, used condom dripping blood, guts and the excess semen.
Peter couldn't believe what he was seeing; it was hard to wrap his head around it. No, this was something beyond unbelievable. That creature was more than just nightmarish, it had come right out of hell and it wanted nothing more than to desecrate and destroy all that was held dear. It had already done so for Peter. The husky was telling his frozen legs to move; he was no match for the monster, and his late boyfriend had told him to run away. That's all he could do. That thing wasn't going to take long to finally take notice of his presence and make a fuck-toy and snack out of him. Peter had to run. He had to carry on for John!
And as Peter and his legs steadily reached an agreement on priorities, the centipede could've not been happier with the current state of affairs. The bulged-out prey had been turned from tough to soft and easy to tear into. It had already feasted on an arm and was in the process of tearing out the other one, unable to chew due to a lack of teeth but eager to gulp his meal down all the same. The seasoning of his own essence on top of the dragon meat made the food an exotic experience for the centipede, who until now had been content with just engulfing whatever living thing was in front of it. It wasn't so much the added flavor of his own semen that he was inevitably gulping down, as it seeped through the open wounds with the same frequency as blood did, but the alluring musk that he had set him off in the first place. After routinely devouring the dragon's upper body, it briefly stopped to look at John's semi-hard penis, a victim of the dragon's unrequested painful pleasure. It was almost flaccid already, but it was huge and thick, almost half the size of his own, proud bug meat. Yes, the insectaur had begun feeling pride in itself, often an unnecessary quality in house-centipedes, but now that he had dominated the dragon, the centipede had concluded the sight of that massive tool offended him. After all, only he was meant to be the studliest, manliest piece of beef in existence. All else was just a snack or a means for his relief, if not both. That juicy cock was the target of his maw next, which engulfed it before violently tearing it off the groin. It angrily growled, using its forcipules to split the disembodied genitalia apart before swallowing it like two pieces of prepared sausage.
That was it for Peter, he could not bear it anymore. If the impending danger or gruesome rape scene he had just witnessed had not been enough for his limbs to activate, the goriest scene he had ever seen happen before him was just what his nerves needed. He turned around and darted out, unwilling to watch the centipede monster finish consuming what was left of his late boyfriend. "Fucking hell, this thing... gahhh!" heart-broken and unable to hold his dread and grief back any longer, Peter sobbed and screamed for his life as he ran. "HELP ME!" he hollered, "HELP! HELP!" the husky screamed again and again as he ran down the corridors. He didn't know what to do, all he knew was that he was going to get the hell away and get help.
The burly monster's dick was still hard. The insectaur wasn't just hard; he was unbearably aroused; as if the meal right after sex had simply pumped him for more despite having come like a fire hydrant with its cap loose. Drenched in guts and blood, its drooling penis had already done a good job of painting the floor white, and the pre coming out in a constant stream was simply causing the floor to turn goopy and the room musky. Unbeknownst to Peter, the creature had been fully aware of his presence for the whole duration of his stay right until he left, but the centipede's priority was to deal with his first prey. The fact Peter had escaped did little to annoy the monster, as the running relief toy carried with him the scent of the prey he had just hopelessly dominated and devoured. It knew where Peter was moving, making tracking it a trifling matter. But the predator felt insulted, aggravated about the Peter ever thinking of being able to escape him. There was no conceivable way that little dog was ever going to get away now that he had set his sights on him. It reared back and punched two holes in the ceiling, one with each arm, and roared to declare its intention. The hunt was on.
"Help... ugh... help!!" Peter screamed out loud, panting due to the bad combination of running at top speed and pushing his lungs beyond capacity. But the community college was empty. The only person remaining that Friday night had been Randall, and from the discarded flashlight Peter had found and the blood pool that the monster had been standing on he could only surmise the janitor had been the first victim. "How did this happen?" Peter struggled to think as he ran down the halls of his college, gasping when all of a sudden the wall to his right burst apart with a massive dick emerging through like a jackhammer. "FUCK!" he almost tripped from the startling realization that the centipede had just punched a hole in the concrete wall with his erection; that angry looking one-eyed snake that stared down and coated everything ahead and below it in pre. Soon enough, the rest of the wall followed with the immensely muscle-bound hunter who collapsed the rest of the adjoining area like it was made of Paper Mache. "Leave me alone, Goddamnit!" the husky cried as he ran towards the main exit, the centipede's numerous legs clicking on the ground like pebbles striking the tiles. It was chasing him, Peter was stuck on the worst possible scenario of cat'n'mouse, and he was the mouse. Before he could even reach the open double doors, the creature passed him with unbelievable speed and shrieked at Peter before swiping with one of his massive arms. The husky narrowly avoided a blow that would've easily removed his head off his shoulders only to trip and fall from the sudden stop. "Gahh!"
The mountain of angry testosterone had just smashed the double doors down with its lower body, too large to fit in the hallway and too heavy to be held back, causing the ceiling to collapse on its back. The insectaur looked down at his prey before pouncing forwards, but was held back by the fallen concrete which had harmlessly but sufficiently buried its lower body under debris. The little one reacted fast this time and managed to turn and crawl away, narrowly escaping with his life again. This one was faster than the other two. It liked the challenge which would make reducing the little one all the more satisfying.
Peter cursed his luck. The centipede had just smashed the main exit, so only the back exit was left for him. Even if it probably was a mild annoyance that the centipede's lower body had been buried under the debris from the collapsed main entrance, it at least was buying time for him to keep a good pace. Peter's mind raced to formulate an on-spot escape plan as he realized the thing would simply follow him all around inside the building until it was all destroyed or, if not caught by his pursuer, Peter was killed by the falling debris. There was no two ways about it: He had to get out of there. Cutting corners and pumping his legs the fastest he had done in his life, the husky rushed down the halls before reaching his destination. Unfortunately, Randall had closed the door, but fortunately for Peter, there was something handy on the wall. "Come on, break!" the husky yelled at the door as he grabbed a fire extinguisher and proceeded to smash it repeatedly against the glass door. He could feel that hellish clicking growing more and more intense. The monster was closing in, having already cleared the debris impeding him back at the main entrance. With a cry of desperation, Peter summoned all of his strength and the back exit finally cracked open, its lock busted. He quickly threw the fire extinguisher down the hallway in hopes that it would hit the creature or at least distract it. And then he ran out.
Peter couldn't afford to turn and make a curve, so he continued to sprint as far as his legs would take him. Behind the college was a very thick forest with hills that preceded a mountain range, which gave the husky the idea to rush inside and lose it along the canopy. His legs were burning, his lungs about to explode. He couldn't scream anymore, just run. Peter had never run so much before in his life, and he had done track team back in high-school. He didn't even need to look back to realize stopping even for a second meant turning into hotdog meat, so he exceeded his limits to run and run and run until that mad clicking could not be heard anymore...
He had been careless. The massive lug could move fast in short bursts of speed, carried by his fifteen grounded legs, but with the forefront pair useless due to his heaving, drooling erection, traction had been lost. In a constant state of arousal, the insectaur had lost its acceleration and thus the prey got away. The small creature's scent was still there, faint and coming off the forest. It remembered being in a thicket at someone's garden before, moving in and out to hunt, before he was discovered under a rug and collected like many others. Now that he was so big and powerful, that forest looked like a thicket, but more importantly: There were multiple clashing scents which made it hard to localize Peter. There were so many voices there too, making the centipede's antennae twitch in response. He approached the forest slowly, leaving a thick trail of pre on the ground wherever his humongous penis hovered over. A single hand rested on one of the trees, whose trunk crunched in protest as the weight of his muscles made it tilt and uproot. The centipede was eager. Those voices and mixed scents were calling out to it, making its dick shoot out bug juice preemptively, accompanied by his watering maw that drooled at the prospect of even more squirming prey. The husky would be dessert.
"Mmm, awesome idea, this campout... mrr. Mr. Student Council President," said the giggling voice of a ferret as she traced a finger down her partner's naked chest.
Roy smirked and playfully kissed the girl's neck, "Don't call me that, silly. We're all equal out here." The otter was thick and well-built for a biology major, but only Jessica could see his defined muscles inside their tent. The rest of their classmates had also hooked up one way or another, if not previously to the trip, and no one had spent the night alone. This was, after all, a good opportunity to connect with one another, not just nature. Roy had also capitalized on it, happy to have enjoyed a good hour of great sex with his lab partner.
"Hehe, well excuse me for being all impressed with your mmm... MASSIVE talent for persuasion," Jessica sultrily winked as she reached down to grope her mate's rod. She pumped it slightly just to delight herself in Roy's moans. The otter's dick was enormous, a good two feet long and the winner of any size contest in her opinion. She had felt it in her vagina and mouth already, with the second hole struggling to deeply insert, and Jessica was considering what Roy would think about anal penetration. After all, she did have a killer ass that deserved some love as well.
"Guess I left an impression on you, huh? Better keep living up to it," the handsome, tall otter smiled and pulled his date in for a kiss, hearing her moan as he grabbed one breast and squeezed it. Jessica had pretty big ones, that was for sure. He wondered if she would let him fuck those tits.
"Ahhh... careful honey, they're really sensitive... They... mrrr?"
"What is it?" Roy raised an eyebrow, staring at a suddenly concerned Jessica who was looking up at their lit tent. Once the otter looked up, he briefly saw what seemed to be an odd silhouette over the tent and a sizable stain on the top of their tent before liquid filtered in and a huge droplet splashed his face. "Uughh! What the hell?!"
"Eww, what's that stuff? Looks all sticky and disgusting and... it smells like..." Jessica gasped, "Ugh!" she groaned as she was splashed by some of it. "Whoever's pulling this stunt, it's NOT funny! Eek, it got in my hair!"
Roy groaned and struggled to put his pants on, calming his raging boner into one of his jogging pants. He didn't even bother redressing himself, "Wait here, I'll see what this is about." The otter walked out and warily looked left and right. It was quiet and dark, with barely the rustling of some leaves in the late night breeze adding to the eerie atmosphere. Roy used his cellphone to illuminate his surroundings, snapping to his left once his ears were alerted to the sound of a twig snapping.
"Ah shit!"
"Shhh! Now he's onto us!"
Roy sighed, annoyed at the whispers that did little to conceal their volume. He rushed to the other side of his tent before he growled and reached down to pull the two mischief-makers out of the thicket behind his tent. Julio and his twin brother Kaine, two cunning yet dastardly annoying chipmunks who Roy had the "pleasure" of going to school with. The pair were really smart especially when working together, but equally infuriating once they got their heads together to prank others. "You two are twenty years old; can't you cut the kid crap and get to sleep already?"
"Haha! But we got you good, Roy. "
"That eek was priceless! Was it you or do you have somebody with yaaa?" Kaine rhetorically asked with a knowing smirk, making Roy roll his eyes. "Hey, good touch with the coconut milk huh? Great monster drool look-a-like!"
"You little pair of dicks! There are ants around here and the river bed is a long walk out! Ughh, if I wasn't naked I'd..."
"Yeeeees?" Julio snickered, making Jessica shut up. She huffed instead.
"Never mind. Go fuck yourselves..."
Roy sighed and scratched his head, rubbing the milk off his face. "It's okay Jess; I'll go get some water for you. I think I saw a little pond nearby, probably safe to drink so it should help with your hair. Now, you two," he directed himself at the twins which he summarily let go, "Get rid of that dumb whatever you hung above our tent and then go to sleep, or I'll kick your asses when I come back."
"Aye aye!"
"Yes sir!" The two chipmunks laughed it off and proceeded to dismantle their little monster look-a-like made with twigs and rope. Meanwhile, Roy briefly went inside the tent to get himself dressed before going out to grab a bucket.
Jessica was left grumbling in annoyance, silently cursing many names at the childish adults outside as she rinsed her fluffy hair off the sticky substance. She sighed in disappointment, having been building up for round two with her hot date; Jessica felt great about Roy too, being such a fine specimen of a man and the usual designated leader for all their trips. She rolled on their sleeping bags, lazily wagging her tail as she imagined his strong hands having their way with her voluptuous body, making her grin. The female usually didn't enjoy overbearing males taking advantage of their greater size and strength, but getting a good dicking from Roy's hung member had left a very good impression on her. And she was ready for more.
After a while of waiting, the ferret had become impatient, but also unable to sleep. Waiting for Roy to come back wasn't as exciting as simply watching his penis grow to full size; she could come from just a cinematic of it. Giggling like a slutty teen, the ferret put her hands together and stretched them out, mimicking a measuring tape trying to make sense of the sheer amount of otter cock she was imagining. That's when she realized she had actually put her hands significantly apart from the length she had been picturing, all because of an appropriately shaped shadow at the top of her tent. Jessica instantly huffed as she saw the shape move, sitting up with an annoyed growl as she narrowly avoided a glob of sticky substance from hitting her already ruined hair and prepared to go dish out a good round of kick-ass. Wearing one of Roy's large shirts to cover most of herself and struggling to button it due to being top-heavy, the ferret held the shirt closed with a paw and edged close to the tent's exit. The shape above had begun to move, "Oh no you don't, you little bastards, you're getting what's coming to you. Enough is... GAK!" Jessica stopped as blood spilled forwards and stained the tent. As it trickled down the side of her lips she briefly looked down to see what appeared to be a huge sharp nail embedded into the ground which had impaled her through the abdomen from behind. Everything slowly went black for the ferret, but she did not go out before another giant nail ripped through the tent and impaled Jessica through her skull, killing her instantly.
The centipede had finally made it to the source of noise and mixed scents. It wasn't the scent of multiple creatures which had confused it; it was the poignant smell of sex and the moans of young adults doing each other. The monster had crawled its way forwards from the entrance, eager to join in whether the campers wanted or not. But its throbbing shaft wasn't its only concern: The insectaur was as hungry as ever, as evidenced by the paltry pair of chipmunks he had just finished to gorge himself into. He was uninterested in dominating pathetic, small males, and females weren't even worth looking at. The centipede had avoided detection so far, but in its brutish advance his legs had caught onto Jessica, and with his unbearable weight her frail body had all but routinely been dismembered by just its pacing walk. The centipede did not care, it simply wanted to find the source of manliness it wanted to take for himself; everything else was just an obstacle or a side snack.
The noise he made while advancing however woke up the rest of the campers, some of which regretted coming out to check. As soon as one flashed his light at the monster, it shrieked from the brilliance, the campers returning screams of fear to it. They had irritated it, they deserved to be mangled, stepped on and devoured. He would find the source of manliness and deal with it later.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING?!"
"AHHH!"
"GIANT MONSTER, RUN AWAY!"
The campers shouted and screamed in terror as the centipede roared back at them in anger. Its eager hunt had been interrupted by their pathetic little forms, but as a hunter he had to show them what it meant to cross him. They had to learn who was at the top of the food chain and why. The prospect of dominating and eating each of them made his hard-on twitch, spewing precum everywhere, adding to the mess of blood and guts that used to be a ferret when his lower body began to chase the others.
With its bobbing cock profusely leaking pre and its bulging, shell-straining muscles eager to exert force, the insectaur eagerly sprinted forwards. Each and all of his clicking legs, with each pair longer than the last worked to move the indescribable weight of a moving mountain of muscle and male genitalia. The bemused insect relentlessly gave pursuit through the forest, crushing anyone who tripped or sped down and got knocked by its erection under its legs. He knocked trees over with its mighty arms if they got in his way, demolishing rocks and boulders too while leaving an ever lengthening trail of spooge everybody was afraid to look back at.
One by one, the female and smaller male campers were either violently dismembered and saved for later consumption as mangled corpses or outright crushed under its stampeding legs. Meanwhile, whenever it saw a sexy pair of buttocks bouncing away from it, the insect would zero in on the owner to penetrate the unlucky guy. And yet the insectaur did not stop chasing the others, as all it had to do to pick up speed was wrap his massive arms around his living cock-sleeve and crawl forwards like a battering ram. This way the insectaur made sure to satisfy its insatiable sexual appetite while at the same time killing the running prey to have snacks for later. The smaller animals were ignored by the massive lug as it fucked and hunted at the same time. Screams of discomfort, pain and regret filled the forest as the insectaur carried his newest rape victim, a heavy set bear who couldn't keep his mouth from oozing the excess cum his belly could not hold anymore.
The centipede wasn't satisfied by how his newest toy's tightness quickly gave away, so he forcibly removed the bear by tearing him off his cock down the middle, leaving the mess of semen and guts behind. It didn't matter where the campers ran: The centipede could track them, and its unearthly need to fuck was making it redouble its hunting efforts, but unfortunately for the monstrous bug there weren't any more big guys. Instead, the final morsel happened to be another one of those useless, low-testosterone females. She was a little fox who had run all the way into the mountain-side and could not climb over. Turning around with a helpless expression on her face she was about to fall to her knees when the last thing she saw was the insectaur pounce in her direction.
The shrieking beast landed penis-first on her, burying the lithe-built canine under several hundred pounds worth of pulsing dong. With the unbearable weight of such a large amount of hefty meat pressing down onto the vixen's body, muffled cries turned into messy squishes as she became nothing more than a bloody stain under the gigantic tool. The insectaur roared in frustration, both fists clenched and thrown at the air as if he was demanding anyone worthy of its meat; not these paltry offerings that did little to alleviate his penis of ungodly proportions. It shrieked and roared in demand, but no one responded. He had killed them all. All that remained of the dozen-or-so campers were either body parts, cum-soaked corpses or both. Then the creature felt the growl of his equally insatiable stomach, making it forget its sexual frustration briefly just to double back and go consume the fresh meat he had left behind.
Peter's eyes had dried out. He couldn't cry anymore. Curled up in the fetal position within the bowels of a cave he had found, the husky had struggled to keep silent in his sadness. "Johnny... what happened? We were going for a pizza. I was going to make you the strongest, and we would live happy ever after. Famous, rich... I thought I had it all figured out...!" he thought with deep regret, clenching his fangs as he tightened the grip of his arms around his legs. "If only I hadn't forgotten my stupid cellphone! Why did we have to go back for it?!" he angrily squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip to avoid whining. He wanted the night to soundlessly go away. Peter didn't want to see or feel anything, but the visions that haunted him made not suffering an impossible task. He tried to shut his brain off or escaping to happier memories, but each and every time those hellish split jaws tore out the images like a broken film reel. He could still hear the clicking of the uncountable amount of nail-like feet in his head even with his ears flatly pressed against his skull. What was going to happen to him?
Peter couldn't run. If he went out the thing would find it, fuck him and then eat him. He didn't want to suffer. He wanted to live for Johnny, he wanted at least that. Peter thought about his career, about the good he wanted to do for the world. He had a talent; he had something to share with everyone! He had friends. Peter thought about his friends, he thought about Roy. "Roy... Roy!!" his eyes went wide as he realized what he had inadvertently done by fleeing into the forest. "No! The campout...!" the canine sat up quickly and crawled towards the cave exit unthinkingly, "Roy...! Oh please tell me that thing did not get to them! I... I have to tell them, I have to let them know...!" Peter had not made it to the breezy outside that both his ears and every hair in his coat stood up on end when a familiar shrilling shriek filled the cave and two angry heads took up the husky's vision. "NO! Get away from me! Ahhh!"
There it was! The monster had found him, it was all over! Peter cried and sobbed pathetically as he made his best attempt to crawl away, even if he knew it was futile. He was trapped; he could not escape his fate any longer. Maybe if he kept the creature in there then it would not harm others; he had to hope at least that.
And then nothing happened.
Still lamenting himself, Peter found it weird that he was still intact at the far end of the cave. He gasped in surprise when he saw the creature staring at him from outside, his burly ten-pack and chiseled pectorals a testament to its brutal strength. With its left hand on the rim of the cave hole and its drooling penis half-way inside, it seemed to be supervising something. Then it hit Peter's head: The cave was too small for such a thick, muscular beast to crawl into. A fragment of a second was spent in relief before all hopes were shattered when the creature impatiently roared and grabbed the edge of the cave hole before thrusting itself head-first into the hidey hole. "No..." exhausted, Peter couldn't believe what was happening.
The cave shook with loud cracking sounds as the massive bug forced its upper body inside the increasingly smaller passage, inch by inch making it closer to Peter, who couldn't flee any deeper. The creature shrieked loudly, eager to claim his newest toy. But no matter how strong it was, his wide shoulders became trapped within the rocky shaft eventually. The creature was forced to stop in his tracks, only about three feet away from the cowering Peter.
The husky had no words for the situation. On the one hand, the monster was stuck and could not get to him, the monster's arms trapped against its sides. On the other, he was stuck with it. It was creepier than Peter remembered it, with the heavy-set monster constantly leaking pre ahead of it. The bug's penis was so long that it stretched past its head, that thick shaft trapped between the lug's massive pecs and the rocky ground. Peter felt like mocking it for its greed and pride, but he couldn't look at those darkened drooling jaws without feeling his stomach turn. Just when the husky thought that things couldn't get worse however, the insectaur started to grind.
It was innocent enough at first, like a trapped animal attempting to escape a cave in, but Peter eventually realized that the creature did not actually have any problems heading backwards. No, it was in fact grinding itself against the floor. "Y-you've gotta be kidding me..." the husky's trembling lips and whimpering woes did little to deflect the situation. The insect had found a wicked new type of pleasure wherein his gargantuan cock would feel the tight equivalent of a body's hole by being rubbed between the rocky floor and his torso, stimulating the throbbing bug shaft like an actual round of fucking. "No. Nononononono!"
Peter was forced to watch as the perverted insect continued to grind itself into the cavern, unable to reach him but still trying. That insanely big shaft had ejaculated all night and it still had enough to fill an Olympic pool from the looks of it. Peter was stuck inside a small pocket one could've routinely flooded with a few buckets. He was many kinds of fucked. And the insectaur, despite its unthinking nature, somehow understood that its prey's only choice was to either submit to drown in semen. But the insect wasn't about to wait and listen, no. The full-body thrusting felt insanely good on his giant tower of meat, making it throb and twitch as even rocks could not cut it, only adding to the pleasure.
The husky's pleas were cut short when a blast of cum basically smacked him silent. The insectaur shrieked in bliss as it reached its peak, his dick stopping to twitch only for the slit on its head to suddenly unload inside the cavern's pocket. Peter wasn't just coated in it; he was absolutely drenched in centipede sperm. The husky made a mixture of gargles and screams as he was forced into the sickeningly goopy and smelly white shower with nowhere else to go but receive the brunt of it. The insectaur didn't even seem to mind the large amount of payload splashing back at its own face, deciding to allow it to go up his maw as a little appetizer for what was to come. Peter was stuck in a nightmare, the volume of freshly ejaculated cum rising from below all the way up to his chest already. Being sat certainly did not help his situation. He did not know what to do. The husky was paralyzed with fear, humiliated and beyond help.
That thing in front of him had caused all of his misery. Peter knew it was nothing more than a demon taunting him, basking in his suffering, a creature of pure evil. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" he bellowed with the precious few seconds of air he still had left while staring dead into the centipede's black eyes. Then a realization finally hit the dog. Earlier events of the night began to flash in his mind as he recalled John aggressively kissing him and Peter's tail accidentally knocking his wonder drug over the desk. "The cages... you... you were inside one of the cages...!" Peter's eyes froze, "Impossible...! It was not meant to work this potently!" He had created the monster. Peter had been the one responsible for his boyfriend's instrument of death; and who knows how many more lives it had already claimed? All of his dreams and hopes dashed by a single mistake; his ambitions had created the insectaur! "No!" he shouted and banged his fist against the rocky ceiling above him, "NO!" he screamed at the growling bug. "NOOOOO!" before gargling to death with the excess of cum entering his mouth, Peter finally lost it. Any reservation and fear were replaced by blind rage as he threw himself at the blissed centipede. Peter threw a fist at the massive creature's head, managing to hit the centipede's eyes which made the creature roar out in pain and bite Peter's wrist in retaliation. "GAHHH!"
The centipede's anger came back with a vengeance. Its sexual high had been interrupted by sharp pain to its sensitive eye, but his forcipules had caught the prey. Now that the husky had no way to escape him, the insectaur shrieked in victory and dragged his victim out with it before crushing the damaged cave's entrance with his forceful exit. The massive bug proceeded to slam Peter down against the ground, making the husky cry out in pain. The situation was similar to the dragon it had claimed as its first fuck toy, which excited the centipede as evidenced by its throbbing shaft. It was already raring to go.
Peter struggled to get up before the centipede acted on memory and forcibly ripped his jeans off, making the husky whimper and cry, his bravado lost. "No... please no! Don't...!" he screamed as the massive lug, compensating for the size difference, pulled him up by the tail before aiming that oversized rocket to pin-point his fluffy ass. "God...! AHHHH!" Peter's scream was drowned by the victorious roar of the horny monster as it once more claimed another tight hole. The husky screwed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth down as he was forcibly impaled into the humongous spear. He was forced to feel his body lose its shape in favor of adjusting to the phallic intruder wrecking his insides. "Gahh... ahhh..." panting, Peter's arms and feet flailed as more and more centipede dick invaded his innermost depths, ravaging his asshole all the way into his belly, which like John's began to distend with the shape of the monster's cockhead.
With a hand holding the dick that would make a whale blush and the other still pulling on that fluffy husky tail, the monstrous rapist took joy in gradually making his monumental shaft disappear into the small husky.
Peter had seen it before, but he couldn't get the nasty image off his head: That massive drooling shaft, at times dripping with blood and gore, now was all the way up his stomach. He couldn't scream as his lungs weren't properly working. All he could do was gargle more of that goddamn semen bubbling at the back of his throat as his belly started inflating like a beach ball, turning from lightly toned to spherical and tightly stretched. His feet weren't even on the ground anymore, the pain was gone, he was like an actual sex doll, reduced to a mere fuck toy for an unfeeling hyper-sexual deviant.
At first, Peter's belly had accommodated to the oversized penetrator. His creamy white frontal fluff covering his belly had stretched out into the shape of a giant penis, just like the rest of the centipede's victims. Like those poor souls before him, Peter was forced to feel liquid in the form of precum gather at the bottom of his distended belly, the volume of which constantly rose with each one of the insectaur's body-shaking thrusts. The tightly hugging inner flesh had begun to bloat outwards from the pressure of the spooge gathering inside, forcing Peter to inflate like a balloon. He was so small in comparison to John or the bear however that the liquid inevitably started spilling to the rest of him, forcing him to vomit the sticky goop through his mouth and nostrils. Peter was slowly being turned into a cum-wad from the inside-out. And no matter how hard he tried, how much effort he put into leaving his body and forgetting everything, that blasted monster continued to remind him how much of a bitch he had been forced to become with each brutal slam of the hips. Peter couldn't do this anymore. He wanted to die, but he was afraid. Would he meet John in the afterlife? Would he ever forgive Peter for killing him? The prospect of an ever-after carrying the guilt of having left the world in the greedy, perverted hands of this titanic insect scared him the most.
The insectaur had deeply enjoyed his hunt. Whereas at first it seemed like his prey had escaped him, he had eventually managed to catch up to his newest toy. That scent on him was wonderful: Peter's scent was John's scent. The dragon's manly musk had left an imprint on the husky, making the dog worthy of his giant penis. That increasingly curious part of the bug's brain wondered if he could find another one like the dragon soon. The insectaur was horny even when fucking, even when about to blow his load, even while ejaculating, even after he had just finished. He had to do it; he had to find each and every source of manliness and completely dominate them, doing everything possible to stimulate his newly found pleasure centers. And those that he found unworthy of his massive malehood would be devoured and destroyed or both.
As for Peter, all he had ever wanted was to help his boyfriend in his quest for power. All he had ever wanted was to be successful in life and have somebody to share it with. Peter thought he had it all figured, he thought he would be happily smothered in beef he could spend hours fondling and groping. Now it seemed all the beef in the world was stuck inside his body through his numbed ass, and all he had been reduced to was a living, beating condom for the massive insectaur. His creation was raping him; his creation was going to kill him. Peter's thoughts slowly ebbed away and his limbs stopped twitching. He couldn't even feel the already ejaculating beast forcibly removing his arms and legs before stuffing his maw with his torn extremities. The centipede always got hungry after a fuck; it was a never ending cycle of sadistic hedonism that had no regard for the sanctity of life; only mindless consumption and pleasure. Peter had been unwillingly forced into that cycle, and his life had come to an end as nothing more than another victim of the insectaur.
The hunt was over.
"Damn, that pond really wasn't my best first choice. Hope she isn't mad I made her wait..." Roy grumbled as his hike had taken an unexpected change of time when he realized the water he had walked out to get was not just undrinkable, it was tainted and foul-smelling. As a result, the otter biologist had taken a detour to find the lake where he could find water for his date. It was better than returning empty-handed. It was pretty late at night, likely over 3 AM. "Guess I won't be able to blame her if she lost her mood," Roy thought in defeat as he sighed, approaching the camp site. The closer he got to the tents however he began to notice the blink-inducing state of things: Everything was in disarray, from the tents to the broken equipment or tools lying about. There was also a foul scent in the air, and everything was ominously quiet.
Roy's heart skipped a beat, "What the hell happened here? It's like a twister hit the place!" the otter ran towards the camp site, worried about his classmates. On the way he reached for his light but clumsily tripped over an obstacle he did not see in time. He fell over with a groan of discomfort as he stepped on the wrong side of his right footpaw. "Fuck! Twisted my ankle! Ugh... Where is everybody?" the college student very slowly sat up to avoid putting more pressure on his hurt ankle. Opting for his flashlight to seek assistance, Roy instantly regretted his choice as the gruesome scene from a horror movie greeted him. "Shit no! No!" he panicked, eyes paralyzed with fear as he could barely force his wrist to turn to make the flashlight search for anybody he had come to the forest with. Roy's hopes were intermittently dashed as he began to notice torn rags he recognized to belong to his friends and classmates, as well as broken corrective glasses, mangled body parts left to rot and then he almost had a heart-attack when he realized what he had tripped over. "Oh God..." he put a hand to his mouth as and dry-heaved as he saw a ferret's disembodied, half-crushed head on the ground ahead of him. "J-Jessica... who did this to you? What happened to everybody?! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!"
What the panicked otter did not know was that his mad screams weren't going unheard. A certain individual with a penchant for dominating big, burly guys like him had made the cum-soaked, gore-spattered woods his turf. Roy wasn't an unwanted guest by any means, but he would soon discover that the Night of the Insectaur was not over.
It had just begun for Roy.
The End.