Dark Incarnate COMPLETE Book1 ch1-14 final draft

All 166pgs of Book 1. I’ve got early chapters posted here but they were posted in rough draft and this is the final draft expect changes and manyxmany corrections. I included the main tags, one was was unavailable which I feel needs to be included, Formicophilia and many others were not major themes. This starts kinda slow with lots of character development and plot but once it picks up it never lets down. Ch11 is the climax and BEWARE those later chapters may not be to your liking… but oh well I like it. Or your’ll love it and go crazy trying to find others like it.

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This Is a Work of Fiction

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.






Dark Incarnate Chapter 1 Book 1
By Mr. Black

A New Dawn



Kelly sat half asleep in the school chair lazily leaning on the slab tabletop. The cold felt good against her bare arms. It was first period class, and mornings always felt fresh. She took a deep breath enjoying the somber quiet, unlike the end of the day when the rooms were stuffy, loud, and filled with kids watching the clock. No, this was morning and the room was still adjusting to students. It was hard to think of the schoolrooms empty and quiet all night, but there was no doubt when you sat in first period soaking up the cold.

Mrs. Francis rolled around the class eyeing the student’s progress and worked over to touch Kelly on the shoulder, “Are you having some trouble this morning?” Concern laced the old woman’s question like poison.

“No…,” shifting in her seat Kelly hated it when people patronized her. It seemed everyone in this shitty little town had made her personal turmoil their own. None of it was her fault of course; life had dealt her a very hard hand.

She straightened up in the desk stretching her back with a yawn. Her bare thighs touched the chilled stone seat below her skirt, and suddenly the morning shifted gears on her. The cold that was mildly soothing and clean became her enemy with only knee high socks and skirt for protection. It felt like the desk had be left outside in the frosty dew. The cold began creeping like a damp cloth though her clothes making her skin shiver. Trying to ignore prying coldness, Kelly leaned forward and grabbed the charcoal pencil and looked at the large blank paper.

She didn’t care for pencils of any kind; Kelly was a painter, and entirely too good for her age. Yet here she sat in a room full of kids her age in an art class, though she was lifetimes ahead in the subject. It didn’t matter; none of it mattered, she knew it was just some stupid steps she had to go though. It wasn’t that bad. After all she could have gotten a sticky notepad from the Teacher’s desk and drawn silly cartoons fanning the pages and everyone would, ‘Oooo Ohhh and AHhhh,’ like it was magic.

She tried to think of what to draw. It always worked best to draw what she felt and today she felt like dirt. Her loneliness left her feeling alot like dirt lately. Not just any dirt, the good decaying leaves and black organic matter on a forest floor a few inches down. She could only think of one thing to do.

On the way to her class everyday, strolling down the walkway that connected the buildings, one consistent idea popped in her mind like clockwork. Like an itch she couldn’t scratch in the back of her mind. It was a nice concrete walkway with strong red brick columns to the solid roof and new shingles. The Art class was the farthest building out, but strangely the walkway extended a good bit past it. In the grand designs for the school more buildings had been planned but the money dried up, and construction just stopped. There was a bit of a drop off the edge of the corridor to the scraggly grass below and Kelly loved to sit and watch the morning sunrise swinging her feet from it. It was like the workers decided to go home one day and never came back to work. Actually no one had told the guys pouring the concrete the plans changed, until some big wig saw the mistake and the Forman got fired for the waste. Within two weeks none of them had a job, not even the big wigs. It was a very nice looking walkway to nothing regardless. Even a brick column stood at the end waiting on a roof to come out and meet it.

Just out past the walkway stood a little forest. The ‘forest’ was more weeds and overgrown saplings then trees, but no one felt like cutting it down and nature did its thing and went wild. None of the janitors or groundskeepers touched it probably out of the same confusion the builders had. Was it supposed to be something, or nothing?

Kelly was eerily drawn to the spot. She would find herself there almost everyday sitting by herself waiting on school to start or eating lunch. Not wanting to go to class or god forbid the lunch room, she would stare at the twisted picture of wild nature with a strange fascination. She stared mostly at the beds of leaves which collected from the few trees. Again no one cared to clean any of it up. She wanted more than anything to go over and join the bed. Curl up fetal position and just let the day pass her there. Birds knew where to fly in the winter due to a small metal bit in their brains, and Kelly felt drawn by the same magnetism to the spongy bed of dry leaves.

Every Fall she would help rake leaves with her father. She did more playing than raking, but that was part of the tradition. Great big piles of maple leaves and pine needles would dot the yard at the old house in the Georgia. Mitchell, her father, would get these orange leaf bags with big Jack’O lantern faces at the hardware store, and after Kelly was done flopping and rolling in the mounds they would pack the bags full and stack them around the front of the porch. The leaves always smelled of faint spice and sap to her. That spicy smell would forever remind her of her Father. He had been tall and lean with a light brown mustache on a stern face hiding a sense of humor that never failed to cheer her up in the worst of times. The smell was comforting, yet it stabbed her heart with pain because that smell was almost all she had left.

Closing her eyes Kelly leaned back in the desk with a painful dark shiver that ran up her spine at the memory. She pictured, in her minds-eye, standing at the edge of that walkway leaving her backpack behind stepping off the edge and heading for the woods. She would find a suitable spot at the base of three trees where the leaves collected and she’d curled up like a dog. It wasn’t good enough to just lie on the leaves; she wanted to be in them. She squirmed like a turtle digging for hibernation, which is exactly what she wanted to do. A few inches down it would feel cozy, like scratching a deep metaphysical itch and she’d smell that faint spice and feel safe again.

Squirming further with leaves piling up around her legs she got to the decaying dirt and saw something, and her eyes popped open startled. It made her shudder because her mind hadn’t actually imagined it. She felt like she had really discovered the thing. As if she was really out there digging in the dirt. She had found a big fat white grub worm. Like the ones you might see on a lawn treatment bag at the feed and seed store. Prior to that moment she had never seen a real one or even knew anything about them.

Kelly didn’t know it but she had stumbled onto an iceberg, the tip of the spear, because something very real had happened. Her mind actually had borrowed into those woods. She didn’t find a grub worm, something else found her.

Billy Mason, a dirty boy with long dark brown hair that was so greasy it looked black, had been out on a bathroom break for the past half hour. He had been visiting a special place in the bathroom stall and on his way back down the walkway he heard something in the woods. It gave him a shudder and he picked up the pace to a slow trot as he ran inside. He had a childhood fear of monsters hiding in the shadows behind the trees. Not that Billy had any idea of what it was or could be, he just knew it wasn’t a janitor and walked a little faster almost running inside back to his desk feeling eyes watching and judging him.

Kelly leaned forward and looked down at the paper and drew a few short lines randomly. Why not draw the little worm? That would surely get Mrs. Francis going! Billy came into the room and sped past her to take his seat directly behind. She held her breath knowing Billy’s notorious B.O. stench. Of course holding her breath didn’t help because when she did take a breath it was only a bigger stronger lungful of it. He must live without water or a shower.

Back to her empty page, the few lines became twigs. One twig had a stem of a maple leaf which branched at a small knuckle. More crumpled leaves and random decaying matter all smudged with a skilled finger creating a circle of organic gunk around her paper in surprising time. The center cradle of the birds nest was blank and waiting. She paused, a strange hesitation, normally once she got going on a project she couldn’t stop. It was a race to get the image out of her head. But today she stopped. Staring at the paper, she asked herself if she really wanted to do this. Probably because it was clearly out of character, she was always labeled a good kid. That was before half the town idolized her.

Mrs. Francis paused at Billy’s desk, “Yes Billy you’re making progress, but try to use the charcoal pencil as more than a just regular number two. Remember the lesson yesterday in class because that’s the grade.” Kelly whirled around to see. She should have known not to. Billy had drawn a glorified stick figure of a girl in a black pleated skirt exactly like the one she was wearing. The idea of him writing some sort of elementary scribble love note to her made her flush with anger. Billy thought she was blushing and smiled in return. She kicked off and her wool skirt pivoted on the stone seat. Back to her paper she looked at the circlet of dead leaves, it would have been a crown fit for Jesus’ head instead of thorns.

“Oh wow,” Mrs. Frances now stood in awe over her. “And what kind of little woodland critter will be the centerpiece?”

“Just you wait and see,” Kelly said without looking up or moving in the slightest. Mrs. Francis understood the attitude and walked on back to her desk pretending to grade papers.

Kelly worked hard drawing a grayscale film quality grub worm just like the one her mind had seen. When finished she looked at it triumphantly. She wished she could be a fly on the wall when Mrs. Francis saw this fat ugly thing. Some of the others were finished and had made a pile of papers on an empty desk. She would just slip hers underneath the pile and wait for fireworks that were sure to follow.

She picked her paper up by the top two corners and looking at the grub closely even she was surprised with her work. It had so much depth and shadow. Lifting the paper further to get an angled look her heart jumped, as if a big nasty bee flew in her face. The charcoal grub did have depth and she pulled the paper up higher when the impossible happened. It appeared to change, to move. Shadows rearranged and shifted as she moved and wafted the paper. Then the drawn grub peeled more than rolled, off the paper and bounced off the corner of her desk. It landed on the floor like a bouncy ball with a lead core.

It was crazy. Kelly blinked unbelieving, this couldn’t be happening; she had simply fallen asleep at her desk. She blinked more forcefully scrunching her face trying to make the real world come back. The monochrome thing sat on the floor like a paper cutout that somehow had mass and even threw a soft shadow.

Kelly knew she was losing it. Frantically she checked and rechecked her paper but the white center stared back at her untouched by the pencil. She had fallen asleep and this was a lucid dream. She’d read about lucid dreams in a forum, but she couldn’t remember much about them at all. Looking around the class she was glad to see no one else watching, they were all self absorbed. She looked at the floor again but couldn’t find it and breathed a sigh of relief. Her paper was still blank though. She pinched herself and began searching again like she’d lost her golden ticket to the Chocolate Factory.

She looked to her right where Candice, a preppy girl sat hurriedly working on a basket of fruit. The two girls would have been friends a year earlier, but that was before Kelly’s parents died in the accident. The charcoal grub that didn’t exist and couldn’t exist had just crawled over the girl’s foot as was making its way up Candace’s plush sock. The thing looked real enough, and even tugged on the blue fibers as it went. It still looked exactly as she had drawn it, but now flexing and moving! Kelly rubbed her eyes, this couldn’t be happening it’s an illusion; a very bad dream. Too bad she didn’t know how to make a lucid dream stop. She watched as it neared the top Candace’s sock just above the knee. It touched her lean calf, but the girl didn’t notice. Candace only brushed her long blond hair back and continued working.

The grub worm kept going up her thigh, but its legs had trouble clinging to bare skin. Kelly was wrought with fear and confusion. She wanted to just slap the thing off the girl, but it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. To give the thing credit would be to commit herself to the loony bin. If anyone had noticed Kelly in that moment they would have thought she was crazy staring at Candace’s legs with unblinking ferocity.

The charcoal grub continued its trek until it reached the hem of her skirt and clumsily fell between her legs. Kelly’s heart raced; it just couldn’t be! She wanted to warn the girl or just scream, but she was frozen overloaded with too many emotions. Paralyzed she waited, as the class bell rang. Candace looked up with white hot fear as her eyes went wild. Kelly knew why.

The grub fell on the slab seat and headed for the mound of her white cotton panties. It nosed around and easily dove under the elastic band when Candace finally felt it. Leaving charcoal smudge on the elastic band, it squeezed its plump body underneath. It never hesitated, and reached the delicate pink of Candace’s soft fold in one fluid movement. Candace shot her hands down holding her crotch like a boy who had been kicked in the balls. It squeezed its fat little grub body segments inside the quivering girl’s moist labia as she stood and ran for the door. As her legs pumped, the grub squirmed inside. It was the physical manifestation of something neither girl could understand. It was sent flying into their world like a paper airplane in the wind. It lacked any real cognitive ability and only understood its basic programming, a prime directive. And like a Tyrannosaurus Rex with a pea brain it zigged when it should have zagged. The grub’s body began to grow and writhe.

Candace had shot out of the class abandoning her paper. Kelly looked down at her own with the missing centerpiece, and decided to turn it in unfinished. She grabbed Candace’s too.

The hallway traffic was near impossible. The deluge of students all went one way. The main building was at the far end and three classes crowded into the walkway. Kelly fought with the flow looking for Candace’s blond hair, but not seeing anything. She had ran on weak legs and fighting tears to the nearest bathroom, and sat whimpering trying to figure out what was inside her. Kelly finally caught up and equally unsure took the next stall. She waited listening to Candace’s weak crying whimpers and shuffling feet. The bell rang and everything got quiet, except for the girl in the handicap stall.

“Candace?” Kelly had no idea what to do, but knew she had to do something. Somehow she was at the center of this. The girl said nothing but the whimpers became louder and turned into full sobs with a yelp from time to time. Kelly squatted down and tried to look under the stall walls. Candace sat on the toilet with her feet spread and panties ripped crumpled atop one of her shoes. She hadn’t just pulled them down, she ripped them down tearing one leg open.

“I.. I think I saw… w-what happened?” Kelly voice betrayed just how unsure she really was.

Candace started to say something but only groans came out as she held her abdomen. Her body cramped again trying to expel the evil creature which had no intentions of leaving. Kelly got down on the floor and started to crawl under the wall. The tile still held the morning cold. Kelly wouldn’t have dared to touch the sickly greasy floor, but this was an emergency. Halfway she hesitated not wanting to commit and slide her clothes across the nasty floor, but Candace’s cries got her moving again.

“What the-,” another wave washed over Candace’s face before she could finish the sentence. She was flushed beet red and struggling to breathe. “Go away!” she screamed like a child in a tantrum. Kelly stood before the girl just as confused but knowing she had to do something. Candace’s feet stayed planted wide but her knees closed trying to cover her nudity. A patch of bare skin below her shirt where her panty-line should have been was clean shaven. It was impossible but it looked like the flesh moved from the inside with a bump. Candace let out another cry and heaved forward.

“I I have to help, I don’t know how, but please let me try. I’m not sure if what I saw was even real, but it’s very real to you now,” Kelly got down on her knees before Candace. “You have to trust me, I only want to help, let me see,” Kelly placed her small shaking hands on the girls knees.

“Oh, god it’s huge… iii-i it’s tearing me apart!” Candace was barely able to speak over her exasperated breathing. Kelly didn’t understand, the thing was only the size of her thumb.

“Let me see,” she slowly applied pressure urging her to open up.

“Oh God,” Candace cried. “Just get it out!” and she released her knees to Kelly. There was a little clean line of shaved of pubic hair hiding under her hands; she was well into the grips of puberty. Her outer labia were swollen and soft full of surging blood. Kelly jumped as something inside moved gaping the poor girl for a heartbeat. That just couldn’t be she thought. Kelly forced a shaking hand closer; she had to pull it out but she was just as scared as Candace. The inflamed orifice wrinkled trying to close as she was about to touch when the swimming creature stretched Candace painfully open again. Kelly recoiled when she saw the white and charcoal smudged ball undulating wildly before disappeared again. The rounded tail alone was more than double the original worms size.

“Hurry!” Candace moaned and grabbed Kelly’s shirt by the shoulders wrenched in the grip of the creature’s power. The overlarge grub was trying to push its sharp head though her cervix. It vibrated the plump tail against her g-spot playing the helpless girl’s body like an instrument. It needed her to orgasm, freely giving up her mind, body, and spirit to it.

Kelly pushed her fingers in; the warm wet flesh accepted them with ease. Kelly prodded the robbery grub just as she had imagined it, only now it was huge. There was no getting it with a single finger, so she tried to pinch it with two but couldn’t get a lasting hold. It was humming inside, strong and impossible. Candace went into mild convulsions losing the fight. She wasn’t breathing anymore, she was panting.

“Hold on I cant…” The thing inside knew it’s time was short and slapped it’s body against her g-spot.

Candace cried out as her hips buckled and snapped. Kelly speared her small hand and pushed it in, luckily replacing the girl’s most sensitive spot. Candace now had Kelly’s hand and the creature inside and went white as a sheet gasping. Kelly grabbed the tail like a door knob and started to pull as Candace’s hips went wild with involuntary madness. Kelly could feel the other end thrashing angrily trying with all it’s might to slither itself forward. She didn’t have to feel it; she could see it in Candace’s face. Her eyes rolled and she fainted, going limp and slowly slumping off the toilet. As Candace continued off, Kelly’s hand almost got stuck but tugged free over the knuckles with a slick pop. The limp body fell away and grub’s fat putrid body slid out effortlessly.

Fear and surprise gripped Kelly the thing was huge! It was as big around as her wrist and several inches long. It thrashed wildly like a snake in her grip and made a thin high pitched shrill cry of a demon. The wetness of Candace’s body made it hard to hold. It still looked like some cruel joke, an illusion, and an affront to nature. Kelly couldn’t deny it was real. It was still that same charcoal drawing and somehow also that ruined walkway end.

She didn’t know what to do. Its large mass flopped around jerking her arm as she struggled to hold it. Then it doubled and tiny legs latched onto Kelly. It stretched long and reached halfway up her forearm. Reflex forced her to drop the drawing and try to jump back. It clamored to hold on but fell into Kelly’s lap spreading a wet slimy trail across her wool skirt. She scrambled back a skidding her pink sneakers against the tile trying to get away. The grub’s tiny legs kept it secured onto her skirt and then pinched onto her inner thigh at just the right moment. Kelly smacked both hands down onto it knocking it to the tile. Using the weight of its plump tail it thrashed and threw itself closer to her crotch. Kelly was scared to death and looked over at Candace for help where she laid in a lifeless heap with torn panties around one ankle.

The grub’s tiny claws seized onto Kelly’s panties and squeezed her sensitive mound underneath. She threw both hands trying to knock it away but the creature ripped small tears in the gusset as it went.

Kelly looked down at her own open legs and tattered defenseless panties. Her brain in a primitive fight or flight mode continued to kick scuffing her shoes on the floor but her back was against the wall. The grub flicked off spearing between her legs again. Her head fuzzy she felt the pointed head brush against her nether lips trying to get in. Another shove like that and it would be buried just like it had been in Candace. Her hands pushed down blocking and then grabbed the creature. It was much stronger now; it took two hands to contain its insane thrashing. She got it to the toilet and shoved it head first into the water and flushed. The wild tail splashed water as it disappeared threatening to clog as it finally got sucked down.

Kelly sat back hard on her butt stabilizing herself with her hands on the greasy cold floor. She looked at Candace who was still out, then reached over and slid the useless panties off Candace’s ankle put them in her pack and ran.

Classes had just started and luckily no one was around to see her. She didn’t run back to class or to the school resource officer Mr. Higgins, she just ran away with teary eyes, hurt, confused, and holding a sense of dread she had never known.

Home was several miles away and it seemed shorter on the bus than it did on foot. It didn’t take long before she slowed to a walk and really started to think about what had just happened. It all seemed to surreal like still like a dream, but with her panties in shambles and the fresh air brushing her raw body the events were undeniable. The whole ordeal was unsettling and halfway home she began to sweat in places that made thinking unbearable.

Just inside the town, which consisted of only one main street, she saw a City bus stopped at the library. Kelly ran over and asked the driver for favor and walked onto the empty bus. She took a seat halfway, careful to cover her bottom with the skirt from the public seat. Mulling the events over and over again in her head she tried to make some rational sense, something she could tell Candace tomorrow. Surely Candace would understand that Kelly wasn’t responsible. The grub’s mere existence changed everything, like an artifact from a forgotten time in history, the rational world as they understood it had to change. Candace didn’t know the whole story as she did, but did that change anything? Kelly was still unable to believe it herself.

Nearing her street she realized it wasn’t even time lunch yet and she couldn’t stop thinking about Candace. Would she be able to finish the day? The idea of Candace sitting quietly at lunch pretending nothing happened bothered her. But what could she do? She walked off the bus and with heavy foot steps started walking to her Condo hurling insults at herself. Kelly couldn’t imagine trying to explain anything, from the incident to her own actions. The universe owed her an explanation. She had to simply tell her side what she saw and what she knew. Honesty was the best policy. But all of this was her fault one way or another. From the guilty feeling she had when drawing the picture, to skipping school, and everything in-between. Another flush of embarrassment hit her thinking of the torn panties in her backpack. Candace weighed heaviest in her mind, why had she just left her? So many things had just turned out disastrous for her. She played with the key in her pocket wondering if the weather would ever change for her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to smell the leaves again.

Her parents had moved to Virginia for her Dad’s job. The Condos were supposed to be temporary housing until they found a real place. Then getting a real house was filed under the lost dreams section of the filing cabinet. It was a good enough neighborhood, but the Condo was really too small for the three of them. Kelly’s Aunt Sandra lived nearby so they did it anyways. Sandra was the reason for picking this shitty little town.

Kelly walked up the small concrete steps baking in the morning sun and unlocked the front door. Inside she tossed her bag to the side, and took off her shoes glad to have the air conditioning. It was quiet, dead quite and only her sock feet thumping on the white carpet pounded like her heart as she walked into what was once her parent’s room. Her Aunt had turned it into an art studio for Kelly shortly after the funeral. Both of her parents died in a car accident six months ago on their way to see her new art exhibit. She sat on the big comfy chair in the middle of the room looking at her works and let out a pained sigh. She couldn’t run forever, and she put the thought of facing Candace at the back of her mind.

Spencer, West Virginia wasn’t much at all. It adjusted better than most to the disappearing coal mines. The whole state was like a dried up riverbed in her mind, and if you looked close enough you could still see the fish bones in the cracked mud. There were several long roads that connected at Spencer which helped, but it was still just a dot on a map. So naturally when Kelly’s art gained some national attention the town tried to incorporate her into its ‘historic tourist appeal’. They opened an art exhibit just for her at Chestnut ridge, which was a recent add-on to the library that was supposed to honor the Town’s history. Her parents were running late and a drunk crossed the center line making sure they never arrived to see it. Kelly insisted they take the exhibit down after that, she felt it was her fault. Her aunt had been her next of kin and helped Kelly as much as she could but always at an arms distance.

Truth was, her Aunt Sandra didn’t care too much. She did in a way, but a very immature way. She did help Kelly; she helped her lie and stay at the Condo alone and unsupervised. It worked for Kelly well enough; she was very mature for her age and handled the responsibility well. Better than her aunt Sandra in most cases. Losing her parents left a pretty big hole in Kelly with nothing to fill it except the groveling town, which only cared for her Artwork and skill.

She had been “discovered” almost a year ago. Everyone in her family knew Kelly had a gift when she was growing up, but they didn’t know how extraordinary she was and no one really acted on it. Until the new art teacher at her new school, Mrs. Francis, wouldn’t stop gushing. Without her parents permission Mrs. Francis sent a few works off into the mail. A few weeks her Mrs. Francis’s old college buddy came down to meet Kelly personally. After that, Kelly’s life was an avalanche. Mostly because there wasn’t much going on in the news cycle and the Country loves heartwarming example of back country hidden talent.

Kelly was originally from Atlanta, but the news read West Virginia no matter. It was like a set of dominos falling, once one story broke about her talent others picked it up not even taking the time to meet Kelly or even look at more than one or two pieces of her work. They simply cannibalized the original story and embellished more. It didn’t take long before her parents decided it wasn’t healthy for a girl her age and took the fuel off the fire. The city helped, happy to keep their jewel confined to the city limits. Kelly’s Dad Mitch, being the new Police Chief, conspired with the Sherriff and soon out of towners were harassed in speed traps and with traffic violations. They were told if anyone wanted to see her new works everything would be on display at the new exhibit opening at Chestnut ridge.

All the hype and harassment died with her parents in the accident that fateful night. The simple people of Spencer never let Kelly forget any of it though. In Kelly’s mind she equated what happened with her talent. They were one in the same, cause and effect. Her parent’s death stared her in the face every time she looked at one of her paintings and every time some local yokel jabbered at her about her talent. She was trapped in every sense of the word to this shitty little town and to the constant painful reminders.

Her Aunt was the coolest guardian anyone could ask for. She kept the bills paid and gave Kelly a rather large weekly allowance. Sandra took Kelly to the store every week and on any other errands the town’s public transportation system couldn’t handle. The Town only ran two busses on four different routes, excluding Sundays, but it was enough for Kelly. She wasn’t adjusting well at all, but nobody knew or cared to ask.

The apartment had a modest livingroom and kitchen downstairs and up a thin stairwell to the two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a laundry alcove. Her room was the smaller, and the new “studio” was in the master. She paced back and forth looking out the front window into the parking lot and then out the back kitchen sliding glass doors onto the porch overlooking the small crappy yard and stream. The stream was a big attraction for this place. The real estate agent loved to mention it when selling the condos, but the truth was it was more of a rain overflow ditch than a stream. The events of today were like puzzle pieces, and she had to fit them together before she could approach Candace again. But the puzzle dipped into another dimension that Kelly had no way to understand.

She changed into her pajamas, a spaghetti strap teddy bear top and matching bottoms. Her panties were torn out in an awful reminder, so she tossed then into the waste basket and didn’t bother with new ones. She headed outside to sit on the small deck pausing briefly to look disappointed in the refrigerator on her way out. The turmoil in her stomach couldn’t be fixed with food. She sat out on the deck and tried to think, but her wandering thoughts never went where she wanted and always to her parents. She came back in after a few hours of daydreaming, crying, and napping to make some chocolate milk. Other than the bizarre events, it was a normal day. The clock was pushing after three and school would have let out. Time was up, and she still didn’t have anything to say.



Dark Incarnate Chapter 2 Book 1
By Mr. Black

Warm Beginnings



Kelly paced back and forth eyeing the phone and small phone book. Spencer didn’t have many residents. She thumbed through and found the only Chambers in Spencer; it had to be Candace’s parents. She dilled the number and listened to the receiver ring.

“Hello,” an older mans voice, probably her father answered.

“Yes sir, this is one of Candace’s friends from school,” Kelly sounded as cute as possible despite her ill mood.

“Oh, yes she just got in with her mother. Hold on, I’ll get her…” Tom tuned and looked over his shoulder; he had no idea where his daughter had gone.

“Actually! I was just checking to see if she was feeling better. She wasn’t feeling well at all this morning.”

“Yeah, actually… ya know, I don’t.. know. She’s been going though this ‘hates her parents’ phase right now and I’m not even privy to a good-morning from her anymore, but she seemed fine to me,” Mr. Chambers liked how the girl on the phone called him sir and hoped his daughter would hang around this friend more.

“Ti-hi,” Kelly laughed. “That’s the going thing. She’s always super nice to my parents, so I’m sure she doesn’t mean anything by it. You sound real nice to me and I don’t see how she could,” Kelly tried to sound like the stereotypical high pitched school girl. So far Tom Chambers loved her.

“Well that’s very nice of you, by the way what did you sa-“

“I was wondering if I might be able to come over later today,” she said purposely cutting him off.

“I don’t know, we’re going to my wife’s work… thing, or something…, but I doubt she’ll want to go. I guess so, why not? Come on over and keep her company.”

“Great! What time do you have to be going?”

“We’re supposed to leave around five. Say, what was your name again?” Tom heard only silence apparently the line got disconnected. This girl sounded really nice and quite different from the other little bitches his daughter hung around. Had he met this girl before?

Kelly hung up before he could finish and ran over to grab her backpack and headed upstairs to pack a few extras. She tossed in some sleep-over clothes and paused when she saw Candace’s torn panties, she should give those back. Once she left Kelly would have to stay over at her house or walk home. The last city busses ran at five which would put her at Candace’s house after her parents were gone. Her dad used to take her on walk’s all the time as she grew up, but she wasn’t real sure where Candace’s house was yet. She and her Dad had been racking up the miles before they moved here. Kelly loved it, the walks gave her time to relax and think.

She ran out the door and across the street where a bus stop shed stood. In larger cities most people would have thought twice about a 9th grade girl on the city buss or walking along the road alone. Worried citizens should have asked Kelly if she was ok, or called the cops to report the negligent parents, but not here in little Ol’ Spencer. Most everybody knew her and the rest didn’t care. She had become a regular on the bus’s and common sight side streets in town, not to mention she was a celebrity. Kelly knew all the bus drivers too, and they let her off pretty much when and wherever she wanted scheduled or not. A few times with the fat driver she even cranked up the girlish charm enough to get him to go off route.

Today was one of those days. Unknown to Kelly the fat balding bus driver was quiet the pedophile. His heart jumped every time he saw her at a stop. He liked to try and look up her many skirts as she sat on the bus seat. George Caldwell, better known as BigRed69 online even had a favorite skirt of hers and his chest fluttered whenever he saw the black and red pleated carmine skirt with the Chantilly lace that tantalized him. She had gotten into a gothic schoolgirl look after her parents stopped monitoring what she wore. Often the skirts were a little too short, and she naively liked the attention. She had hit puberty a little before her parents died and was learning the ways of being a woman alone in life. The short skirts were just one way she went a little off course and into people like George.

The driver stopped and let her off. She thanked him with a little kiss on the cheek, and hopped down the big buss steps like a bunny. Her skirt tossed up slightly with each hop but not enough to see anything. George got a rise out of it. Kelly knew she made his heart melt, but didn’t know she also made other parts rise. Like she was just walking off the school bus she started up the nice paved road with her backpack slung over one shoulder. Holcombe Estates was the only real planned neighborhood in Spencer. There had been a very slow trickle of “big money” moving into town and they all wound up here.

People who wanted to escape or fall off the face of the earth were the only ones that liked Spencer. West Virginia was more than just back-country, it was the far far beyond. Sometimes Spencer would get Church outreach ministries who would came to help those left in the void after the coal mines closed. They liked to stay in Spencer. It was more than just a map dot to them, it was a great staging area for the surrounding towns. Big Preachers and Youth Groups would come up from the Carolinas alot. They showed up laughing and smiling doing their best to be friendly and match the town’s vernacular. By the time they left though, their eyes were downcast and indifferent. They were glad to be leaving and they didn’t mind to show it. It was pretty common at restaurants to overhear them talking about taking a small jon boat to get to a house or a dirt path. Spencer was better off then most, but it didn’t stop them from bringing canned goods and trying to cover all the windows in plastic every winter. Most people loathed the outreach programs but the truth was most places really needed it.

Kelly topped a small hill and followed the mail box numbers which would lead to Candace’s house, odd on one side and evens on the other. The fresh blacktop and sharp curb met perfectly manicured grass and mulch, it was beautiful here. The houses all had a very new look and design along with picture perfect yards. Candace would tell her later that night about the utter hell of living in this heavenly planned neighborhood. Two boys were playing in a yard up ahead with water guns. The boys didn’t just have any water guns they had water bazookas that could have only been designed by Dr. Suess. If she learned anything about boys she knew how carried away they get. She wanted to steer clear because being an innocent bystander wouldn’t save her. As luck would have it the mailboxes lead away from the fray down a cul-de-sec drive.

A red mini van backed out of a driveway ahead; Kelly knew it must be the house. As it passed an aging man with grey streaked hair waved and smiled, it was Tom Chambers. Continuing down the street Kelly stepped onto the strong healthy grass of Candace’s yard. A large new house stood three stories tall with a big inviting red door and expensive stained-glass. The whole thing looked out of a better homes and gardens magazine. Loud music thumped from somewhere inside rendering the door bell useless. Being a safe neighborhood, when the garage door acted up Tom just left it open; Kelly slipped under it. The large three car garage was neatly cluttered with miscellaneous junk that had no other place to be. She twisted the metal bulb of a door knob into the home. The thought never occurred to her that Candace might not be home alone.

As she turned to close the door the family dog came to investigate. A large lean spotted pointer went ridged watching Kelly and let out a low woof. Like an animal whisperer Kelly turned and smiled and like she was talking to a baby and melted the dog’s fears away, and he was soon lapping at her face. Even animals were susceptible to a sweet girl’s charms.

“Hello? Candace are you in here?” The dog had given her a brief scare and Kelly wanted to announce her presence to avoid any other surprises. Nothing but the sound of the music came down from the stairs. A strong heavy baseline beat thumped and Kelly followed it up. She hated rap music and everything that went along with it, but Candace was your standard spoiled little rich girl and loved it. The stairs were carpeted and muffled any sound, though she tried to callout again at the top. The dog followed her progress eagerly, as if maybe he hadn’t done his job and wanted to be sure not to allow any trouble. It made Kelly even more nervous to have this dog at her heels and practically under her skirt. His wet nosed brushed her thighs more than once. Down a long hallway appeared what could only be a teenage girl’s bedroom door.

Kelly looked at the pink postered “punk” and “girl power” door trying to understand the words of the music that blared and drummed out in the soles of her shoes. The shy girl knocked quietly on the door knowing how ridiculous this trip was. Everything in her head screamed in embarrassment to just leave quietly and go home; no one would know the difference. Kelly remembered when she committed to the trip and got on the bus, there was no quick way home. Her small fingers wrapped around a polished bronze handle and turned to open the door.

“Candace?” She yelled. Candace who she had last seen laying limp on the bathroom floor was bumping and grinding with invisible dance partners to the unintelligible lyrics of some black guy pretending to be a thug. The dog darted into the room, fluid fast movement like a fish and it caught her eye. Candace turned screamed a bit and went ridged like she had been caught naked. She rushed to her computer closed out a video chat and shut the music off.

“What the hell are you doing here?” one hand was on her skirt as if the wind might blow it up and the other rested on her heaving chest. “You scared the hell out of me!” Candace hadn’t been wearing panties since Kelly removed them earlier that day.

“I… uh felt we needed to talk, ya know about this morning.”

“What the fuck is there to talk about?”

“You know what happened, and so do I. Well sort of…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about and this is really freaking me out,” she said with sincere confusion. The dog sat down beside her, still unsure about Kelly.

“Wait,” Kelly kneeled and spun her backpack off and started rummaging though it. “You remember these don’t you?” She held up the ripped panties. If her hand didn’t cover the charcoal smudge they might have noticed it. Candace shot a hand up and covered her mouth. Even the dog sensed the unease in the air and sat up.

“Where did you get those? Wait, how did you get those?” She remembered putting those panties on this morning. The same light pink and purple patchwork of squares around the band.

“Don’t you remember? You were attacked, and I helped you. I picked these up off the bathroom floor this morning.”

“No, I don’t remember that much.” she moved her other hand up to cover her face. “I knew something wasn’t right. I felt raped and found myself waking up in the bathroom. How did this… how did you..”

Real unease settled into Kelly, it wasn’t supposed to go like this, “It wasn’t a who, it was a what.”

Candace looked up though red teary eyes, “Please tell me why you have those panties!”

“No, you’re looking at this all wrong let me explain!” Both girls were on the verge of tears.

“What the fuck is going on!!! I know something raped me and I know I’ve felt horrible ever since, so you better fucking tell me because I’m starting think it was you!” Candace was near hysterical and screaming. A part of her had been able to accept the events as long as they stayed in the unknown, but this added twist of reality was too much.

“No, not at all. I’m just not sure how I can explain it, something really strange happened. Like something from a sci-fi movie strange.”

“Tell me what the fuck is going on!” Candace stood with red eyes bubbling with tears and full of rage. Now and the pointer stood beside her alert and on edge.

“Ok, I’ll tell you exactly what I saw, and you can try to figure it out, because I’ve been racking my brain ever since.” Kelly’s eyes begged. “Now this is probably not going to make much sense, but that’s why I’m here.” Kelly told her tale, and Candace sat back down and curled up in her chair unsure about the story. It really did belong in the fiction section of the library. It was just too far out. Candace didn’t doubt Kelly’s conviction or honesty, but she did doubt her sanity.

“Ok, then make it happen again. We’ll get ready and when I see it I’ll believe it.”

“I don’t even know if it was me! I did the drawing, but I’m scared to death of what happened.” Candace was holding a small trash can and a wicker hand broom and Kelly shook her head.

“Look there is nothing but this story of yours between you and what happened to me.”

“I’ll try; I guess it’s part of why I came over here. I have to figure this out, and I feel much safer with you here. I have no way to prove it, but I felt something possessed my drawing. I’ll try it again, but I can’t promise anything. You better give me the highly technical disposal equipment,” Kelly motioned to the trash can and broom. “Last time you didn’t see or notice until it was too late.”

Candace didn’t want to believe, but she remembered something strange between her legs and running like hell as bell rang for the bathrooms. It was easier to forget than to remember.

“Ok, I’ve got my art stuff in my book-bag, just get what you need.” Candace turned and started her web cam again and set it to record, just in case.

Kelly closed her eyes and tried to visualize the little grub when it hit the floor and bounced. She watched its sickly movement with her minds eye. It wriggled and crawled across the floor, up onto the girl’s sock, then onto her bare knee. It paused then and seemed to look back at Kelly with demonic satisfaction. It was just like this morning in class. The odd scene made her heart race because it defiantly didn’t come from her. It was like something was in her mind and took control for an instant showing her the creatures little wink. The same thing happened before, and that’s what she drew! That’s where the creature came from; it was never her idea in the first place! But whose was it? She shivered at the thought.

“Kelly, are you ok?” Candace sat across the room watching the computer monitor with the web cam placed on Kelly capturing her whole body and the floor below.

“Oh sorry just trying to retrace my steps, but if this doesn’t work then what happened was some kind of cosmic prank.” Kelly hunkered down and began drawing the blank outline of Candace’s leg like she had seen. The charcoal pencil looked like it might catch fire as it scratched and moved around the paper. Because the little monster was the focus she drew it bigger and with more detail. As she worked Kelly felt dirty and guilty for drawing such a thing. Candace watched as Kelly seemed possessed herself. She had never seen someone so absorbed and focused.

Watching the screen she saw Kelly finish as she slowly stood looking down at the desk. The cam didn’t show the picture at this angle. “Well, is it … done?”

“Yeah I think you should look.” Candace was already on her way unable to contain her curiosity.

“Oh my…” Candace again covered her mouth in shock. The detail and realism was astonishing and equally repulsive. The strange little girl who showed up at her house must really be nuts. The grub’s face had tiny serrated pinchers, and round bulbous segments with paper thin taunt skin stretched across the fat body, and even little defined knobby legs. Overall the plump, fat, and nasty nature of the picture almost turned her stomach. “It’s so real, but I think your imagination is just too vivid.” She leaned forward and picked up paper in a trance. She wanted to see more. It was so real…

“No! Be careful, that’s what I did when the thing first came to life.” But her words fell of deaf ears. Candace was mesmerized by the amazing picture and she picked it up anyways. Just as it happened earlier that day, the natural light in the room mixed with the subtle shading and the thing gained it’s real shadow birthing it into their world. The mass of it tugged and rolled off the paper.

Both girls stood frozen watching it. The drawn grub took up most of the page and the real one’s size was menacing. It rolled free of the paper it hit the desk, shaking a nearby lamp making the light shudder. Both girls let out high screams like they were five again. Kelly spun and ran back at the door, while Candace backed away and tripped over the chair. She landed in on her back splayed out and peering up at the desk fighting what she just saw. Kelly’s heart jumped when she saw the neatly shaven pubic hair again. Why the hell hadn’t she put any underwear on!

“GET AWAY!” Kelly screamed.

Candace sat propped up by her hands and feet looking up and amazed. In a trace she sat forward trying to see the thing again. Like an injured snake the huge grub writhed wildly off the desk and its plump weight bounced off the carpet without stopping the savage flopping. It nosed its way between Candace’s spread legs. Her dog Buster loyally stood beside her barking savagely. He wasn’t mesmerized at all.

Kelly saw a dark smile touch Candace’s lips. The smile had the same feeling as when the grub appeared in her mind. Candace betrayed her own mind and threw her head back slinging long blond hair into the air and pulled her knees up and wide. She was inviting the thing!

Kelly’s mind raced, “Why!” Kelly screamed. What if Candace forgot this attack too? The odd colorless grub squirmed with amazing ferocity and speed closer to the open and waiting body.

Finally sure of his responsibilities the dog shot out and snapped his jaws on the fat grub. His teeth sank home splashing a thick white liquid like blood splatter, and he jogged triumphantly out of the room with his prize.

“CANDACE! Are you ok?” Kelly rushed to her side.

“Please, oh god, please I want it!” Both of her hands met at her crotch where she worked. Candace had been increasingly horney, and inexplicably so all day. The creature learned her body from the incident in the bathroom and its power lingered in her mind like an oily black splotch. It seemed to have accessed to her nerve endings and she had felt more sensitive and receptive since the attack. She had felt its fire, and been left wanting. In her last class that day Candace had nearly brought herself to orgasm by squirming in her seat. She had forgot the attack but stayed in a lust filled aura ever since. Slowly it was leaving her until she saw it again tonight. She lay arching her back on the floor again in pure desire. Her insides ached feeling empty and itching. Her hands were a blur of speed, one stabbing herself with fingers and the other rubbing her tiny swollen clitty.

“CANDACE WAKE UP,” Kelly leaned down and slapped her new friend, frantically afraid. Slowly she came around smiling showing she was fine, maybe a little too good. Kelly remembered the web cam. “Come on, quit that! And let’s look at the video.” Candace looked up and acknowledged the words, but didn’t stop rubbing herself. Kelly tried to ignore her and turned to the computer. Candace joined moments later after some loud noise standing on weak legs as the waves of pleasure dissipated and finally ended.

They watched the video together, speechless… After it rolled off the desk the video was useless but it had gotten a great shot on the desk. You could clearly see the paper lifted then magically the huge worm flopped on the desk for a second before flying to the floor. It was good but not good enough.

A long quiet passed after it was over; neither girl knew what to say until Candace took a breath, “Where did Buster take it? I can’t sleep until I know that thing dead.”

“We should be able to follow this,” Kelly motioned to the white splattering of goo leading out.

“We… I better clean up too,” Candace handed over some paper towels.

“You better worry about you first. I’m following the trail. This must be its blood or whatever It has for blood. Does your dog have a way outside or does he stay inside?” Candace looked at her confused, hit with another wave spreading though her thighs. She had always found Kelly kinda cute in class. She was so quiet and meek, it was like some aura followed her and no matter what Kelly was just so darn cute. Candace couldn’t explain it, but she felt a new drip of her wetness roll down her thigh and she tuned away without a word.

Kelly rolled her eyes and turned to follow the trail though the extravagant house. The hardwood would be easy to clean, but the carpet in the bedroom and stairs was ruined if the stuff had any staining qualities. She shook her head, of all things why would white stain the hard to get out of white carpet? Kelly called to her friend when trail lead out a small dog door.

Candace composed herself and came out to the top of the stairs, “Come-on lets just clean up. I think Buster had that thing pretty good.” It didn’t take long before they stood looking down at her floor near the desk wondering how to get this stuff out, “Say, do you want to stay the night?” Candace crouched down enjoying the shiver as the air kissed her glistening privates. She felt naughty and couldn’t deny it any longer; she wanted Kelly.

“I’d love to! We’ve got alot to talk about too. I don’t suppose you have any ideas for what I’m gong to do in Mrs. Francis’s class?” They both laugh uneasily and tried to get all the liquid paper up.

Candace looked over, “You mean tomorrow, or for the rest of the year, because I was thinking about having her wacked off!”

Kelly chuckled and her dimples made her smile irresistible, “I think you’ve been watching too many mafia movies, and it’s just whacked, not…”

Tom Chambers pulled into the drive and slammed the van’s door angrily getting out to open the broken garage. They both got quiet. “I guess I’ll ask my dad and see if you can stay the night first.” Her eyes downcast, she knew how her father didn’t like guests on a school night. She knew she would have to play let’s make a deal with him.

“Let me ask!” Kelly perked up, “I talked to him before I came over, and I think he likes me!” Candace gave her a skeptical look. “Quick, just put on some good music, George Winston music! He’ll walk by and hear that and I’ll guarantee he’ll let me stay!” Hearing the first piano strokes of some classical crap Candace rolled her eyes but understood the plan.

“Let’s change into pajamas that always helps, let me get you some,” Candace rummaged though a big dresser that stood almost as tall as Kelly.

“I guess I should tell you… I kinda took a one way trip here and already packed.” Kelly didn’t want to look like a creep. “I figured we’d make friends or I would walk home, I hope you don’t mind.” She started pulling an oversized shirt out of her bag. Candace just smiled, which made her feel better. She had been pretty far out on a limb today and that little smile made her feel more secure than she had felt in a long time.

They changed; Kelly had her blue fleece bear bottoms and one of her dad’s old t-shirts. It had a giant yellow 90’s smiley face with a wink on it. It was the last shirt saw her dad in before the wreck; when she got home it was on top of the dirty laundry. He used to wear it once in a blue moon to work or around the house. She remembered his face, always so serious. Another book quote, her life felt guided by book quotes at times, “Remember the face of your father.” He wore the shirt to show people he was still human. After a few years it became legendary. Kelly kept the shirt close for a while because it still smelled like him, then it just became a part of her. Candace hopped into some matching pink “HelloKitty” PJ’s.

“What are you so happy about?” Candace noticed the shirt.

“It’s one of my Dad’s,” she said slowly understanding how silly the shirt looked. It was old now, and had been washed so many times. The green cotton was faded and thin, the yellow of the smiley face was cracking and chipping, and the spandex neck had long given up and hung in a large oval looped around a bare shoulder. “I guess it is kinda ridiculous.”

“I love it,” Candace said with an honest smile. She bought pre-faded designer jeans from the store all the time, and here was the real McCoy. Not only that, but her dad would love it too. “I guess we better go ask if you can stay.”

Candace’s father saw the little girl in the oversized t-shirt’s coming down the stairs immediately. Her tiny pert breasts pointed the way and Tom was mesmerized by the ghostly tracing of her nipples underneath. The shirt was even winking at him! He simply couldn’t resist letting this cute girl sleep over, even though it was a school night. He couldn’t stop staring at the small thin figure and tight defined butt that must behind the teddy bear pajamas as the girls jogged back upstairs. Tom was left in an afterglow of curiosity about his daughter’s new friend.

The two girls tried to search for related stuff on the internet, but google failed to find anything similar. The closest they got was a bunch of crazy paranormal stuff about spirits and the even further fetched demon and possession stories. First these people were obviously crazy, but there were alot of crazy people banding together around these subjects, and second if the girls told their story they would be counted among the crazies too. One hit looked promising by David Icke, but after a few seconds of a video his big words and accent were soporific. Thirdly, well… their story was crazy, so the crazy they had to give this stuff at second glance and it didn’t look so crazy after all. None of them had any real proof but neither did the nutjobs, but they could make surely make it!

“Come on, I want to show you something. And I want to get out of the house.” Candace said after about three ghost stories.

As Kelly continued to read she went on complaining until Kelly gave up, “Yeah, I love summer nights, why not?”

“Ok, you’re going to love it! Looking at your shirt has made me think of this all night! Put some shoes on and let’s go, don’t worry your PJ’s are fine.” She led Kelly out the back sliding glass door, over the deck, and into the houses rather modest back yard.

“My back yard looks alot like yours, but without the hedges. I’ve got a creek!”

Candace looked over her shoulder, “Ignore the back yard, and follow me.” Candace took her hand and continued so fast it was almost a run. She didn’t want her Dad to see her going. She lead right though a small space in the hedge, it was Busters path. They hunched over and pushed though the trying branches. The far side opened into a huge grassy field that was almost dead flat. “Come-on,” she pleaded and tugged at Kelly’s hesitating hand. She led right out to the middle where they both laid back on the short grass and looked up at the clear night sky.

“Wow, you were right this is awesome. But what does this have to do with my shirt?” Kelly dropped her gaze and looked down at her chest. She thought, perhaps should have worn a bra. The thin cotton lay along every curve of her small breasts and nipples giving her a chill. She really hoped they were in private and glanced at the edge of the field where the main road was plainly in view. She crossed her arms over her chest.

“The people that own this property got into a dispute with the developers of the planned neighborhood. The developers wanted to buy this from the old couple, but they refused. So it eventually went court where they tried to forcefully take it, but old couple had deep roots in the town courthouse and pulled a few strings. The development got in some big trouble over some bad permits and got sued. Eventually they dropped it. So that old couple keep this field nice open and clean just to taunt the developers.”

“That’s pretty harsh, they don’t mind us do they?” still glancing around trying to peer into the darkness.

“Oh, no not at all. But the best part is they old man used grow hay each year, but since he got such a big payoff he keeps the field mowed close, except for a huge smiley face that stretches from side to side!”

“No way! That’s awesome! I want to meet these people now.” The girls laughed hysterically melting away stresses and worrisome events.

“Not too many people know that little story. Since I’ve lived here I’ve been sneaking out though the hedges. I met the old man once, and he showed me a tire swing closer to his house.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun, but I hate to be a buzz kill but we kind of need to talk about a few things.”

“What more could we talk about? Some demon or damned thing is following you around trying to get us.” Candace pouted and looked over at Kelly’s concern,”I see how scared you are so I know it’s not your fault. I have no freaking clue beyond that, so what else do you want?”

“In your room, you said something I want to know about.”

“What? I don’t remember except for what I saw on the video.” Candace really didn’t want to get into this right now.

“I know, I’m just trying to figure this thing out. You said you wanted it, and you even opened up for it. The first time you were screaming in fear and pain, and then you asked for it?”

“I just told you I don’t know, I don’t remember!” It was obvious Candace was hiding something; her answers were too short and simple.

“Ok, you said you were feeling different when I first showed up today. You said you had been feeling odd ever since the attack this morning; how?”

“You don’t miss much do you?”

“Not a word, and I know your hiding something, so be honest. This is serious! If you don’t tell me the truth, we might not be able to figure out what’s going on or how to stop it.”

“I don’t see how this is going to help.”

“It’s just a piece in the puzzle ok, but without it we may never see the picture.”

“You should be a psychiatrist,” Candace said rolling her eyes.

“May be, but exactly how have you been feeling funny since this morning?”

“Or maybe a lawyer…” She put one hand up to her chin in a thinking gesture.

“Candace… Please!”

“hrmph…. I’ve uh well…” several minutes passed as the two of them stared up at the stars. Kelly wasn’t going to speak until she finished. “I’ve been uh moving pretty fast into becoming a woman and I have felt, hot and horney at times.” The last words were so hard for her to get out.

“And…” Kelly blushed, she was enjoying watching her friend squirm searching for words.

“I’m working on it… and since this morning when I was attacked I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I mean it was horrible and hurt but at the same time it’s like it hit a magic place and started something I feel like I’m going to explode if I didn’t finish.”

“Oh, that’s not what I expected. I thought you were going to say it had some kind of evil hold on you.”

“Very funny, I’m pouring my heart out over here and…”

“No, I’m not making fun, I’m being dead serious.”

“That’s a good point, who says your gift is an evil thing? I mean, what if you could bring good things to life. I think we need to do some more experimentation.” Candace had a rather naughty kind of experimentation in mind. It wasn’t something she would normally think, but it wasn’t the normal kind of feeling. This time it was her turn and she wanted it.

“I didn’t see that thing in my head something else showed it to me, and I didn’t make that thing attack you, twice, so I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“So what’s your plan? You never going draw or paint again? How long before it takes your letters to? You said it you’re trying to figure this out and you can’t do that by giving up.”

“I guess you have a point. If I could control it, things would be different.” They both just stopped not sure what else to say.

“Hey, Kelly?”

“What?”

“Can you pwese draw me another little grubby wubby worm?” Candace pleaded

“NO way! THATS HORRIBLE, eeeeeewwww,” Kelly shook her head in disgust, “Candace your soo bad!”

“I remember, and better than you think. I was fighting it, but it just felt good. I mean I can’t explain it. At first I wasn’t sure what was happening. Then it grew. It felt so bad and so wrong I didn’t understand what it was but it just felt icky inside my head like a bad dream. I was scared and started running, but then I almost fell in the hall when it started humming and kicking around hitting places… I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“Sound pretty horrible to me.”

“I’ve had experiences before, but not like that. I mean… if only you knew…” They both lay there for another minute in silence starring up at the night sky watching the moon as it disappeared over the mountains.

Kelly’s head was spinning, she hadn’t felt so excited in months. Candace was different, but she hadn’t had a real friend since they moved from Atlanta. Plus laying back looking up at the stars made her feel plastered by gravity to the giant spinning ball of earth.

“I feel so much better after saying that, just so you know. Today when you walked in on me I was chatting with some boys who were being very dirty. It made my heart race, dancing and teasing them. I don’t know how but it was similar. And I don’t think I could say that to anyone else.”

“I think you just want an orgasm!”

“Kelly!” She shouted surprised and her mouth hung open, “You shouldn’t say things like that!” It struck her so odd that quiet cute little Kelly knew about orgasms, and she squirmed her legs together cherishing the slippery feeling under her skirt. She propped up and looked over at Kelly seductively. “And what do you know about those?”

“You had that sex education thing in school right?”

Candace giggled, “Yeah, but it was sooo stupid. I mean they’re all, “ok kids, sex is bad mmmK! Oh and take a condom, mmmmK” ONE freaking condom what the heck is that for, ONE!”

Kelly nibbled her lower lip; hers was still in the nightstand exactly where she hid it on the day she got it. Was that bad? She had never thought of using it. Not once. Actually she wanted to throw it away, but was worried someone would see her with it and that would be worse! “I mean I’ve had some warm feelings but, I’d never… not right now… I mean I could, but…”

Candace ran her eyes up and down Kelly as she lay. She had relaxed and rested her head on her hands. The neck seam had looped over her shoulder again and Candace eye’d the smooth milky skin along the bottom of her thin neck. She couldn’t help but wonder what Kelly would think if she jumped down like a zombie and gave her a hicky.

Kelly stammered on trying to make sense of her “reserved” sex life, not trying to sound like the virgin she was. Candace was glossy eyed thinking of suckling her neck and how she wanted to sneak a hand in Kelly’s panties and show her what an orgasm was.

Kelly was too occupied thinking of how they gotten on this subject. It did seem ok, wandering off like this. Candace was easy to talk to. And she couldn’t exactly talk to her Aunt or anybody else about this stuff.

Candace laid back down trying to cool off, trying to remind herself of the overpowering lust she had been experiencing. She didn’t want to ruin the friendship if Kelly took it wrong. She actually wanted to ask her Dad what to do for the first time ever.

They sat in silence for a minute, but Candace wanted to ask something more, but couldn’t find the words. Until she rolled over on top of Kelly straddling and resting her bottom on Kelly’s hard mons mound.

“Can I help you?” Kelly said shocked and not sure what to do. She had never really had a friend since she was much younger and wasn’t sure if this is how girls act. The weight on her privates combined with the soothing warmth of a close body felt good, which was only more uncomfortable.

“Yes, I believe you can,” Candace said playfully. She arched her back rolling her own crotch down across the hard mound feeling something good in her loins and heart. She playfully threw her hands on Kelly’s shoulders like a cat that had pounced her prey. Candace squeezed her taunt skin and slowly ground her crotch against her helpless friend. “I think one experiment we should try is something less gross than a grub worm, but still along the same lines that the spirit thingy wants.”

Kelly was uncomfortable and hoped the punch line of a great joke was coming, “Like what?” Her face was confused, dry and expressionless.

“Ya know, a uh mans uh, thingy.”

“Why the hell would I do that verses a nice little blue bird.” Kelly felt she should be mad at her friend, but it felt good in her heart to have someone this close.

“Because it doesn’t seem to care what the shape is, it just wants it wants… well for my ya know… so, I would rather make something that I want instead of a demon blue bird that’s still going for my you-know-whats.” Candace started to bounce her butt up and down onto Kelly to emphasize the point, “and I’m really really horney!” she trailed off with fake sobs and moans.

Kelly tried to ignore the rhythmic pounding and act normal, “I don’t think your personal desire makes that a safe course of experimentation.” Kelly replied like the biggest geek on the east coast.

“Come on where’s your sense of fun,” The bouncing caused her voice to sound even more pleading, “just imagine the possibilities! You’ve got a special gift, now use it!” Candace didn’t know how much of a hold the darkness had on her as it used her like a puppet for It’s dark purpose.

“Would you stop that, you’re being silly.” Candace got a wild playful look in her eye and reached up stretching to the stars putting all her weight on Kelly’s crotch and started grinding with a feverish pace. Kelly had never seen hips move like that. “Ah, Candace… look, I don’t..” Kelly was searching for words, her mind made blank by the oddly good feeling. She put her hand onto Candace’s hips and started to push half heartedly away.

Candace looked down at Kelly’s squirming body; she knew her thrusts were making the modest girl feel good. She just wouldn’t admit it. Kelly’s perfect budding mounds had popped nipples and jostled below the thin shirt with the grinding thrusts. Then suddenly Candace pounced down and planted both hands on Kelly’s breasts and squeezed.

“Get off me!” Kelly said without much conviction. She wasn’t too sure how to handle this surely Candace was just playing, but no one had ever groped her like this. Her tits were easily held and pinched pulled and twisted. It hurt like a hard massage but felt… different. As she tried to wriggle away Candace followed easily.

“Aww, ok I’ll let you go,” Candace paused and Kelly rested her arms feeling her blushed face and racing heart. But Candace had other plans. She took the opportunity and started to playfully tickle pinning the helpless girl making the game even more fun.

Kelly was kicking and jumping at the attacks, she had been tickled before and this was how the stupid game went, but did she have to be so rough? Kelly started to push harder against her hips but still to no avail. Candace jabbed all over with two wriggling fingers making her jump and squeal. Kelly remembered the open field and tried her best to stay quiet after she heard her squeals echo in the dark.

Candace finally jabbed the two fingers in Kelly’s crotch hoping to find her PJ bottoms soaked. Kelly wasn’t soaked, but a warm humid heat betrayed her. A skilled hand latched onto her clit and began undulating. Still worried about the open filed Kelly wanted to stay quiet and submitted with a moan. After a second more Candace stopped and sat back up resting on her again, knowing they both had patches of wetness.

“Oh Boooo your no fun! trying to run away like that!”

“Are you done tickling me? This is not a very fun game.” She refused to give in holding to her somber face.

“OOO lookie here, seems you are having fun after all,” Candace snapped out and pinched her erect nipples though the shirt. Kelly squealed and bucked unable to throw Candace. “Your little nipples are so hard,” Candace smiled with satisfaction. She was in control and loved it. She slammed her hips down onto Kelly one last time driving the fleece covered pubic bone into her own crotch again and finally let go. Standing nonchalantly and said, “come-on lets go back to the house I bet it’s pretty late and if Dad finds out he’s gonna kill me.

Kelly had never seen or felt anything like that, maybe that’s just how girls are. Candace acted like it was nothing and Kelly hoped it was. Her body did react though and she did get excited, and the attention in the right spots felt like nothing she had ever known.

The Camber’s house was noting short of incredible. Maybe they had run so quick before, or maybe it was the afterglow of the field, but Kelly didn’t really appreciate the subtleties until now. The deep red’s and purple paint, and even a forest green room, with beautiful white and gold crown molding complemented with light simple decoration was overwhelming. The house had several extra bedrooms and two just for guests, but Candace insisted Kelly sleep with her.

Candace smiled at the corner of her bed, “Have you ever slept on a water bed? She leapt back landing on the bed with a slap and sent waves though the covers. Kelly was in awe. Candace looked over and patted the bed for her to join. Each pat sent tiny gurgling ripples though the California king waterbed. Kelly still wasn’t sure after the tense moments in the field, but Candace acted so natural and none of it felt bad in her heart. How could she resist? She slowly crawled over beside her friend.

“The thermostat thingy’s been messing up. I usually have the bed pretty warm, but daddy’s got me a new one on order. So it might get a bit chilly later on. Candace stretched revealing her toned tummy and secretly ran her finger over the dial on the far wall turning the thermostat down manually.

“Feel’s pretty good to me,” Kelly snuggled up under the thick down comforter. It was like a cloud.

Sleep came quickly for Kelly. She was exhausted with worry and stress. Candace lay awake on the edge but not quite sleeping. As the bed cooled off Kelly gave a little shiver in her sleep. On cue, Candace rolled over spooning her tightly. Kelly’s unconscious body reacted to the warmth. Candace had never wanted anything so badly before. Most of her experience with sex wasn’t very good. Actually she hated it, but something about Kelly her pure smile and weightless laugh made her irresistible. She knew Kelly was naive and probably never got much attention because of how quiet and self absorbed she was. Candace wanted to show her. She wanted to be her, in a way. Candace had lost any purity long ago and felt jealous of her friend. She wanted to rob Kelly of her innocence and see her begging for more. And for once, maybe now she could have what she wanted.

Kelly was in a deep sleep and held close by Candace’s arms as a hand slunk down below her tantalizing teddy bear PJs. She felt the warm soft skin of Kelly’s belly as she ran her hand down along her smooth hips. Candace cupped her tiny belly sensing the womb underneath. She knew it was fertile, never experiencing the nasty essence of a man. Her own fertility had been taken from her a long time ago. A touch of sadness blossomed into love and adoration for Kelly. She pushed her hand down over the slight empty dip and up onto her mons pubis. Candace paused and scratched gently with her nails, just a hint of peach fuzz. She rubbed the soft rubbery skin, so tight, so smooth. Kelly was lost in a dream.



Dark Incarnate Chapter 3 Book 1
By Mr. Black

Hard Earned Lessons



A loud Disney alarm clock woke Kelly up with a shudder at the darkness. She jumped at the strange surroundings and warm body snuggling her. It felt right somehow, and she relaxed back into Candace’s arms waiting for her friend to fully awaken. Though Kelly was in a strange place with a very new friend, she couldn’t help but feel good. She felt it was the home she always wanted and never had. More importantly, Candace was filling a lonely void with more than even her parents could have offered. Not that they could ever be replaced, but in this new chapter of her life she found a different kind of fulfillment.

The girls pattered quietly down the stairs moments later in the pre dawn quiet. Kelly was still in her big oversized shirt, but had lost the PJ pants during the night somehow, but she didn’t care. She was starting to feel more and more comfortable around Candace who didn’t think twice about such things. Her floppy t-shirt was just a bit too short to be without bottoms but it was just Candace. A quick rummage though the refrigerator for a cream cheese bagel and yogurt breakfast as the girls whispered and giggled.

“Come on, let’s take a shower and get our stuff ready. The bus comes really early here. Daddy normally takes me but I think it would be more fun to ride the bus today.”

“If it weren’t for the bus system I wouldn’t get around at all,” Kelly rolled her eyes with a sigh. “Hey, you should ask your dad if you can come over to my place and stay the night.”

“He might since it is Friday; he’s a little weird about school nights. Maybe you should ask him. I was so surprised that he let you stay last night. I think he likes you.”

“He thinks I’m a good influence on you… and I think he likes me too.” Kelly giggled and dripped cold strawberry yogert onto her shirt. Candace reached out without hesitation and swiped a finger across her boob causing a jiggle and licked her finger. Kelly tried to ignore it, “Not too many grown men can resist a little girls puppy eyes.” She smiled and playfully fluttered her long eye lashes. Kelly knew how to make her Father’s heart melt, but she didn’t understand Tom had a very different reaction.

“He won’t be up for a little while, but that’s good. You should go wake him up and ask. When he’s half awake is the best time to ask. I’m going to pick out some clothes. Their room is just around the corner at the end of the hall past mine.”

The girls tossed empty yogurt cups into the trash and bounced up the stairs with excitement. Kelly knocked on the oak door first to be polite, but she knew they were asleep and went in. The room was large and full of tall dressers and a full length mirror opposite the private open bathroom. She walked over to the larger lump under the covers and softy spoke his name.

“Mr. Chambers?” no response. She poked the large poofy covers with a ridged finger and still nothing. Kelly put both hands on the covers and pulled them down, and he finally stirred. “Mr. Chambers? Can Candace stay the night with me tonight?” He barely opened his eyes to see the big smiley face winking at him again with the tiny points of her perky tit’s, taunting him.

“Sure honey,” he said sleepily and pulled the covers back up and drifted off again. For the rest of the morning Tom Chambers, a well respected surgeon dreamed of a massive state-wide search for a missing girl and the whole time he had that smiley face t-shirt in his hands, trying to get rid of it.

Kelly went back to tell her new friend the good news and wondered if Candace knew about her unique home situation. It would make a great time for more testing. The whole idea of drawing something else gave her the creeps but she didn’t see anyway around it. She walked into the room self absorbed in her thoughts to find Candace naked.

“Ummm sorry, I should have knocked,” Kelly turned red and started back out the door.

“No, silly it’s ok, let’s take our shower together.” Candace said, stepping out of her panties and looking up at Kelly who just had shyed away but slowly turned peeking at her. Candace’s breasts stood plump and full on her chest held in the invisible bra of youth.

“I think I’ll let you go first,” Kelly hadn’t been nude in front of anyone since she was a small child, and then it was her Mom and Dad.


“Come-on it’s girl time!” and she bounced over to the second door in her room and it opened into a huge private bathroom. Kelly followed unsure but she didn’t want cause an awkward moment.

Inside the door, a huge mirror and a pink and white marble sink covered one wall, and the bath was built into the rest. The huge walk in shower dominated the room with double glass doors that hovered seamlessly in the air. The door’s invisible barrier held a wall of rising steam. The shower itself was red tile, floor to ceiling, with an ornate gold and silver shower head and hose.

“It’s beautiful,” Kelly’s jaw hung open in amazement.

“Daddy had it built just for me. I told him I wanted a sit down garden tub, but he said this would be better and easier for daily showers, and I can give buster one hell of a bath in here; you should see him!” Candace smiled ear to ear and swung the door open silent as a breeze and slipped inside. Her silhouette disappeared fading into the rising steam. “Get undressed silly, and come-on!” Her hourglass figure returned and closed the glass door before disappearing again.

Kelly watched as the enclosure soon became a solid steamy cube, but with a ghostly feminine figure tall an shapely dancing in the mist. She slowly peeled her panties down with a sticky wet pulling at the gusset from where her body betrayed her. She paused before taking her shirt off, it alone covered her nudity. She felt once she took her fathers shirt off it would be the turning of some unknown page in her life, and it made her heart drum in her chest. Candace had the life she always dreamed of.

Kelly’s Father had always been a good provider and great Dad, but things always came from a cheap store or second hand thrift. Suddenly she felt her whole life was made from some giant casting in china, but this bathroom was something different. It wasn’t “custom” ordered out of a catalogue, and stamped from a mold in china. It looked and felt like a dream; true custom built and designed from the ground up. One of a kind, Candace must really feel special.

“Are you coming?” Candace called from behind the wall of steam, little droplets of water rolled down the glass leaving trails like rainfall.

“You bet I am!” she said jumping out of the old raggedy shirt off letting it crumple discarded to the floor. She tugged a bit on a small rubber door handle and a notch gave way in the hinges letting the glass door and steamy air waft open. Kelly slid shyly inside, but equally excited as if skinny dipping.

Kelly found Candace covered in soap suds in the far corner. The shower itself was larger than the bathroom looked. “Go ahead the water feels great, I like it a little hot so be careful,” Candace said as she rubbed her slick skin with soapy wonder. The water was hot, and after a short time Kelly’s pale skin turned red. Along the corner was a shelf system that held more shampoos and conditioners than anyone could hope to use in a year.

“Check this out,” Kelly heard a click then a spitting as new water came directly down out of the ceiling and far wall. Three shower heads!


“This is amazing!” Kelly replied to the world as she soaped up her own chest.

“Be careful not to drop the soap,” Candace materialized out of the steam and moved into the water near her. Kelly was surprised and remembered she wasn’t alone and stammered backward and bumped against the cool tile wall. Startled she did drop the soap. It hit the hard tile with a dull thud and zipped away.

“Well I did now, because you scared me! Why should I not drop the soap though?”

“Do you live under a rock? It’s a prison thing they always say on TV and movies,” Candace stepped aside from the fallen soap looking down waiting on her to take the bait. Kelly bent down to get it, showing her sculpted calves and tiny tight butt. The gentle crease of her butt cheeks and soft mound of her slit was just too enticing, glistening in the running water. “When the person bends to get it,” Kelly paused wondering what Candace was going to say as she picked the soap feeling its dented corner, “they get RAPED!” And for the Second time Candace grabbed her. Her fingers pinched inside Kelly’s jutting hipbones as she clamped on. They were slick with soap, and sensual. Candace proceeded to hump wildly with crazy wet smacking sounds.

Instead of feeling strange Kelly laughed out loud at the silliness, and played along crying out in fake ecstasy waving her arms. When she stood and turned to face her assailant Candace stood firm, close, and didn’t take her hands off Kelly’s hips. Kelly who was a few inches shorter than the girl looked up into her face.

Candace smiled and moved one hand up Kelly’s side and into the small of her back while her other seized a handful of Kelly’s butt. Candace pulled Kelly close and she felt her pronounce hipbones rub a soapy caress across her mons. Kelly returned the gesture and raised a hand to place on Candace’s waist. They inched closer so their bodies became one, slithering together with the soapy water. Kelly’s hard pointy nipples were like pencil erasers while Candace had much softer puffy nipples each rubbing together. As their eyes closed without a spoken word, their lips moved together and met.

Kelly’s head was light and spinning. If it weren’t for Candace she would have fallen over. More than just their bodies met and moved together like smoke from two fires. Their spirit or the embodiment of their electrical desire swirled filling the room and mixing like their tongues. Candace’s hands turned Kelly’s shoulders and Kelly knew she would fall. She was spun around facing away, but Candace clutched her close. She opened her eyes only to see the blurry steam and waking reality became a dream. Still dizzy she leaned into Candace who planted both hands on Kelly’s small budding breasts. She rubbed the firm mounds of flesh into her chest as Kelly leaned back totally relying on her friend to hold her up. Aided by the soap she slid her hand down Kelly’s soft tight skin at her belly and paused just below the panty line. Kelly’s heart raced she had never had anyone touch her there. She stood quivering so unsure of what was happening. Candace’s fingers slid down and pushed two fingers between Kelly’s tight clammy lips, rippling her open and toying with her shaking body. The pleasure of those fingers running over her virgin clitoris exploded sending shivers of weakness up her body. She was too sensitive and her body gave an involuntary jerk and Kelly crumpled, held close by Candace who continued to work her magic. Kelly continued to buck and jerk away when she realized this was only the beginning. Candace’s tantalizing middle dipped into her; the soft lips give way to her tight insides. Kelly went limp as her knees buckled trying to pull back, to deny access, and give her a moment to rest from the onslaught, but she had no such luck.

Candace easily held the weak and smaller girl captive with one arm around Kelly’s chest, and the other between her closed squirming legs holding her up. Candace sank a long finger in and gave a flick. Kelly gave a defeated cry trying to shrink away.

Candace stopped the subtle teasing pulling back and began massaging Kelly’s swollen and begging clit again. Her eyes only saw the dreamy red tile and she feared she might pass out as wave after wave of building pleasure washed up and over her from the smallest of places between her legs. She whimpered and moaned as her first orgasm built. Candace pushed her long middle finger back in. Kelly wanted to resist pulling her legs up to pull away, but she couldn’t. Candace’s undulating finger toyed past Kelly’s virgin barrier trying to reach her sweet spot. Kelly knew there was no escape. The pent up pleasure exploded overloading her body’s ability to measure stimuli and her blurry vision almost went black from faint. She saw stars and strange afterimages that fluttered like heat waves and mirages in the desert. Candace finally let her limp body collapse on the tile floor watching in triumph as the water beat down on the exhausted little body.

“That… That … was a first, um,” Kelly licked her dry lips despite the raining water. “What do you call it?” Kelly murmured meekly as she struggled to get up and out of the hot water.

“Orgasm? You’ve got to learn to listen to what your body tells you Kelly.” It was almost an exact quote from when her father had ‘the talk’ with her years ago.



An hour later as they stood waiting for the bus and Kelly still felt a few sparks from the explosion between her legs. She didn’t know such things were possible.

“I wish you would have let me give you an outfit, you should have worn something fresh,” Candace said. Kelly had only brought PJ’s so she was wearing the same clothes as when she showed up at her door. She had considered taking the offer, but all of Candace’s cloths were too big.

“It’ll be ok, besides that’s the good thing about wearing black, no one can tell the difference.”

“I guess your right and we have bigger things to worry about, like what were going to do in first period.”

“You’re right; I can’t draw or paint anything until we learn more. Can’t we just skip it?” Kelly wanted to spend more and more time with her friend. What happened this morning in the shower, Kelly decided, wouldn’t change anything. They were still friends; and that was one friend teaching another friend about elementary parts of growing up. Kinda like forcing someone to try new a new food. It made sense when she thought of it like that. If her parents were still alive they would surely have had “the talk” and explained such things, but at least she had Candace now.

“I’m not like you, “Mrs. I can do almost anything with a pencil, pen, charcoal block, or paintbrush!” I can’t skip or I might get behind; I barely got that bowl of fruit done yesterday.”

“You know what could happen if I go!” The school buss’s big diesel engine was rounding the bend with a loud acceleration.

“Yeah, but what if it’s another instructional day? She’ll just flail around acting like she is the best art teacher on the eastern seaboard?”

“And what if I have to paint or draw something?” Kelly said as the bus pulled up, and giggled when Candace winced at the blast from the air-breaks. She wondered if Candace had ever ridden a bus before. “Come-on it’s not going to bite,” Kelly started up the steps.

“Who says anything bad is going to happen?” Candace looked at Kelly funny as she sat in the seat over the wheel hub with no leg room.

“I don’t know, maybe because it’s happened 100% of the time so far.”

“Since when? Since you started counting? How many times has it happened in your whole life?”

“I’ll go… but if I feel anything creepy, anything! I’m out of there; I’ll go to the bathroom and never come back.”

“See, that’s not so bad, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Wait, are you kidding! Everyone sees it, and goes nuts, then they’ll cart me off to a secrete government lab never to be seen again. That’s what could happen!”

“Now you’re being silly. You could come up with a thousand “what ifs” for something you simply don’t want to do.”

“What-Ever, but if something bad happens I’m blaming it all on you.” The bus stopped to pick up a familiar raggedy looking kid.

“You’re the one with the power, think of this as a live test.”

Kelly eyed Billy, “Hey, you see that kid sitting a few seats up? See how he’s looking back this way?”

“Yeah, isn’t that, that kid from class?”

“Yep, that’s Billy Mason, and he’s looking up your skirt!” Kelly began laughing hysterically, her plan went great.

“What! Why did you sit on top of this freaking wheel I can’t un-crunch my legs… If this is your idea of a joke, it’s not funny!”

They sat for the rest of the ride with Billy constantly trying to find a new angle to see Candace’s panties, and with Candace constantly trying to keep them hidden. Kelly laughed the whole trip, her troubles drifting far away for a brief moment.

Before class they went to ‘the path to nowhere’ and out in the small forest. Candace didn’t really know what was going on, but Kelly found a patch of leaves that was disturbed. She got down on her hands and knees unable to stop digging because it was exactly how she saw it in her mind. She suddenly stopped when she found a milky white grub.

“Look, do you think it’s the same?” Kelly paused and watched the grub with anticipation.

“It looks normal to me, gross. I can’t believe that thing, was… was…”

“I keep having the feeling that this spot in the woods, something was out here. And I woke it up”

“I think you’ve been reading too many ghost stories.”

“Maybe…” Kelly scooped a hand down and picked up the plump grub worm.

“Don’t touch it! It might… you know, be bad!” Candace recoiled in horror.

“Last time one of these fell between your legs you said please! But relax this one looks harmless,” Kelly said jokingly.

“I don’t remember that!” Candace whined angrily, as the bell rang announcing the last five minutes to get to class and Kelly dropped the worm that hardly moved.

The two girls got into class quite early and chose their seats in the back. Mrs. Francis didn’t have assigned seats, but the slackers weren’t happy about losing their seats to a couple a two-goodie-two-shoes. Mrs. Francis came in a few minutes after the late bell carrying a cup of coffee from the teachers lounge. Ever since Kelly came to Spencer Mrs. Francis had a holier than thou attitude that drove everyone crazy, including the other teachers.

“I trust everyone is eager to get their papers back so come up and get them, while I take attendance,” Mrs. Francis flopped a stack of papers on an empty desk at the front. When everyone sat back down she began again, “Most of you did quite well. Today we will move on. You’ve studied depth, now its time to take that one step further: Depth with a twist. You are to draw a snake or ribbon, something long and skinny that is perceptively turned and twisted. Normally I would tell how some tricks, but I want to see where you all stand on the subject. Some of you in this class are far ahead while others are… lacking.” She glared at Billy Mason who had also changed his normal seat. “I want to teach you all, so this assignment will show where you all stand. This will be graded on effort, so do your best!”

Candace and Kelly looked at each other with big eyes. Mrs. Francis took her seat and started on her large coffee mug again.

“Holy crap, I can’t do that! Could you imagine a snake actually loose in the class?” Kelly whisper screamed at Candace.

“Just calm down she’s not even grading it, and remember how you said your thoughts might have been the trigger? Well, just don’t think!”

“I can’t! This is too risky; I don’t want to get carted off. I’m skipping.”

Mrs. Francis called from her desk, “Ok you two, let’s get to work and stop that chatter.”

“Live test!” Candace hissed.

Neither of the girls noticed but Billy Mason chose to sit in front of Kelly along the far right side of the room. He had set up a good angle to see Candace’s skirt, and also happened to be eavesdropping. He thought they must be playing a game. He laid his head down cocked back to get another look at her white panties. He could almost make out a faint crease in the middle.

Without thinking Kelly, thought… she instantly saw a coiled rattle snake in her mind and her eyes went wide. No way she’d ever draw that! What if she chose something very different from what she saw? She remembered a small garden snake her had father pointed out shortly after the move here. He explained how they were not poisonous and very docile. She got to work drawing some garden steaks with running bean shoots. She even included a small little garden center plaque that read “Big Boy Beans” after nothing happened thus far; it was time to draw the snake.

Mrs. Francis made a round again, and looked at Kelly’s paper. She paused but didn’t say anything. Kelly had left her feeling cheated from the last assignment.

She drew a beautifully harmless tiny garden snake with a comical Disney character happy face in no time. There was still ten minutes left in class. Kelly leaned over and tugged on her friend’s shirt. But when Kelly looked back at her paper the snake’s expression changed somehow it was still the same smile but with sinister eyes winking at her like her shirt winked at Tom chambers. The forked tongue flickered and left a charcoal smear on the paper. She wanted to scream; maybe the others wouldn’t know it was her fault. She finally stood panicked drawing the attention of Mrs. Francis and a few others in the class.

Kelly froze like a deer in headlights, what should she do? Candace watched the snake slither off the paper leaving a smeared trail. It knocked over the plant sign in the garden on its way out. Candace infused with bravery and intent on not letting this become a failure grabbed at the snake, but it slipped though her fingers and disappeared into Kelly’s bag.

“Good heavens, what’s wrong with you two?” The teacher called to Kelly who stood with her jaw dropped.

“It was a bug, a big cricket or something Mrs. Francis.” Candace spoke up.

“I… I.. thought it was a spider…” Kelly started to relax. The snake was out of sight. She watched as her friend zipped her book bag closed. “Ss-s sorry, Mrs. Francis.” Kelly sat back down wearily. And the room got quiet again.

“I freaking told you something would happen!” Utilizing whisper yells at Candace again.

“But it’s ok, it’s in your bag we’ll stop on our way and let it out outside.”

Kelly’s eyes suddenly bulged wide, as she felt a cold slither rounding up her right ankle and the scaly scratching against her shinbone. With speed like lightning the small albino snake was under Kelly’s skirt and stabbed around the elastic edge of her panties. Before the poor girl could move it was inside her. Candace saw it in her eyes when the head pushed inside.

Kelly stood up trying not to act crazy and grabbed her bag leaving the paper sitting on the desk. She didn’t know where but, she had to get out of the room. She began walking to the front as calmly as possible feeling the scaly snake rubbing her insides raw as it coiled and twisted. She walked funny trying to hold her knees together in a futile effort to keep the thing out. The snake was much longer than she had drawn it, but on the paper the tail was behind some leaves. It continued to slither inside her. Candace watched and saw the long slender body of the snake swirling from Kelly’s shoe all the way up her leg and under her skirt; it continued without a pause. She noted that Kelly tried desperately to maintain a calm face. No one else in the class could see it, or they would be screaming already. How could they miss the paper white snake wrapped around Kelly’s leg?

Billy Mason, however; noticed something was going on, but he didn’t know what. It must be something they were talking about earlier.

She paused at the front as Mrs. Francis who looked over with big surprised eyes at Kelly’s cringing face.

“I.. I’ve got to… to go to the…” the snake poked its head, probing at her tiny cervix and Kelly’s face went as white as the paper she had been working on.

“Go on girl and don’t faint,” the whole class was watching now, but none of them saw the last bit snake curling up her thigh.

As Kelly turned and waddled out the door, Billy Mason finally saw six inches of white line, no bigger than a pencil disappear under her skirt as she rounded out the class door. The bell rang a few seconds later and Candace followed Kelly’s steps just like the day before, and found her in the bathroom. Unlike Candace, Kelly had pulled the crotch of her panties aside and already held the tail.

She was pulling with all her weak strength and had over a foot of the snake out. Candace slid under the stall door and grabbed the tail without a word and started a tug of war to get it out. Kelly whimpered and cried as softly as she could but the thing was still pumping in and out of her cervix and the scales hurt. A few other girls came into the bathroom and chatted at the sinks, while another took the stall next to them.

Candace held the tail and after two feet of the snake was pulled out. She began to walk backwards stringing it out. Over four feet of un-natural thin white snake now stretched out taunt and bounced like a tightrope as Kelly squirmed. Candace’s back hit the wall and she started pulling the angry snake like a rope. The toilet flushed and the other girl left, but the two still went on at the sinks.

The snake was nearly finished and ready to blow its un-natural and unworldly semen into Kelly’s cervix when Candace finally caught up and its head popped out spraying oily black gunk out of its mouth and down Kelly’s leg. Candace grabbed the head and held it wrapped around her arms like a small water hose, and she looked like some discovery show geek.

Kelly couldn’t help but giggle at her friend through her pain and fear as relief washed over her face and body. The whole tunnel of her vagina throbbed with pain and tiny cuts from the scales and her leg was washed in gunk but she smiled and Candace smiled back unsure what to do with the snake in her arms. They smashed its head with Kelly’s black and now oily shoe and fed it down the toilet. Kelly tried to clean the black stuff off and used half a roll of paper. The late Bell rang and the bathroom got quiet. They both breathed a sigh of relief together, they could stop the silence.

“I fucking told you that was a bad idea!!!”

“Yeah but we learned that no one else can see these things, when you went up to leave you had that thing running all the way down your leg and no one else saw it! How would we have learned that otherwise?”

“I didn’t see or feel anything other than its scaly head fucking my uterus!”

“Look I’m sorry about that ok, but now we’re even. One of your creations got me too remember.” Candace gave her a stern look and Kelly let out a long sigh. “At least we made it and we learned one more piece of that puzzle, right?”

“Yeah, well my whole lower abdomen is throbbing with pain,” Kelly said still angry.

“You stole my panties and left me here unconscious on the floor!” Candace rebutted, and the argument was over, they each had sacrificed.

The rest of the day was uneventful, Kelly went to get some pain killers from the nurse and spent most of the day feeling the slow steady internal throb of pain. The pain had all but faded to a distant foul memory when the school day ended and she met Candace and boarded the bus home. Billy Mason followed them onto the bus trying yet again to look up skirts but this time he was focused on Kelly. Her stop was one of the last on the afternoon bus and one of the first in the morning.

You know both my parents are gone right,” Kelly wanted to be sure Candace understood her home situation before she got there.

“Yeah,” Candace replied not sure what else to say.

“We’ll it’s ok I’m fine to talk about it an all, but I still live there.”

“I heard your Aunt stays with you.”

“That’s partly true, well not really, that’s only on paper. My Aunt lives down the street. She’s really cool and I stay at the apartment alone, so if your dad calls or anything my aunt is out and we’ll have her call him back.”

“Will she call him back though? Daddy can be pretty particular sometimes and he just might call.”

“Oh yeah she’s cool like that, she’ll say she’s watching us like hawks.”

“That is soooo cool.”

“That’s what I thought at first, but it gets pretty lonely.”

They walked up some small stairs to her condo and went in. Several miles away Billy, was looking up her address out of the phone book holding an odd paper plaque that felt a lot like plastic though it was just paper and read “Big Boy Beans”. He knew she lived in the condos but needed a house number or at least a mailbox number.

Kelly showed her guest around the humble condo’s living area and bedrooms. They both stopped at her old parent’s room and art studio. Kelly plopped down in the big chair while Candace “ooo’d Ahhh’d and ohh’d” around the room. Then she jumped into the big chair with Kelly, it was a tight fit but the two girls sat hip bone to hip bone.

“So what’s the difference between when you painted before and what happens in class?”

“Well I’ve really not done much art work at all since my parent’s died… I really kinda feel it’s my arts fault, they were on their way…”

“No, you can’t say that. But I’ve seen you draw stuff in Mrs. Francis’ class before and nothing has happened right?”

“Not until that first day with you. The more I think about it the more that creepy spot in the forest seems to be the center. I mean look at that path to nowhere and the odd way the janitors and landscapers seem to avoid it. Let’s just say for the sake of argument, that it is some paranormal stuff, I believe it came from there. I was really super depressed and wanted to go curl up in those leaves and die, that’s what I was thinking when I saw that grub worm in my mind and that’s why I drew it.”

“What if you attracted some kind of spirit, and now it’s following you around torturing you. I mean let’s face it this thing doesn’t seem to play nice.”

“You can say that again,” Kelly rubbed the sore slit between her legs, and they both giggled.

“Well, I say lets get comfortable and start running a few tests.”

“I guess, but let’s be prepared this time ok?” Kelly showed her guest to her bedroom, “find something you can fit in to and I’m going to go take a quick shower I don’t like what happened today. I just feel dirty, inside and out.”

“I don’t suppose I could join you?” Candace said half joking and half not.

“I’d rather be alone, but look around and find some stuff useful for our ‘testing’.”

Kelly finished up her shower a few minutes later and found Candace downstairs in the kitchen. She was wearing some of Kelly’s pajama cloths, a very nice silk set her father got her last Christmas. The last Christmas.

“These fit quite nice and feel amazing, I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all they were always a little too long for me,” Kelly said, but deep down she did mind. She wouldn’t wear those PJ’s for a few more years assuming she got taller.

“OK, I think the kitchen would be great, there’s the fridge if we want to freeze something, the sink’s got a food grinder uper thingy, and we also have a sink and the doors to outside!”

“Wow, you are really excited about this aren’t you?”

“Yeah kinda sorta, I guess I am.”

“You forgot one of the most important things however,” Kelly smiled and rummaged the junk drawer in the kitchen and pulled out several large rubber bands. She sat in the chair and started to fasten them to her pajama’s at the ankle. “I’m not having that snake or anything else run up my leg again.

“Yeah I guess skirts haven’t been the best outfits for this kinda work.”

“And you can bet I don’t plan to make the same mistakes again.”

“True Dat,” Candace said as she took a couple rubber bands. Kelly gave her an odd look; the slang language didn’t suit either of them.

Kelly sat down at the table. It was simple and country styled wood frame with a white tiled surface. She took the pencil and grabbed a hard book to make a level surface to draw on. “What should I draw?”

“I don’t know, draw whatever comes to mind,” Candace looked on with anticipation as Kelly’s hand moved closer to the paper and she closed her eyes. “But make sure it’s slow, I don’t want another snake ok. Oooo and nothing too big or with teeth that might hurt us… actually draw something that’s attached to the paper so it can’t get off.” Kelly looked up at her with a no shit Sherlock expression. “No, I mean like draw straps holding it down!” Kelly hunched over the paper and closed her eyes again, she attempted to keep her mind clear and maybe the spirit would tell her what to draw. “On second thought I do have something I want you to draw. But I don’t know how to ask…”

“Just tell me, you have to know by now that beating around the bush will only waste time.”

“I guess, but I’m not sure. Remember what I told you in the field last night? I wanted you to draw something.”

“You CAN’T be serious… can you?”

“Sort of, I mean, hey; each thing that’s attacked us has gone for our… you know whats, and maybe it’s a really horny spirit and just maybe if we give it what it wants it will go away?”

“That sounds like the worst idea I’ve ever heard; your thinking privileges have now been revoked.”

“Please! I’ll volunteer, you just draw a man’s… thingy attached to the paper and I’ll do the rest ok?”

“And what if you’re wrong and something really bad happens? This takes playing with fire to whole new level.”

“What else are we gonna try? A cute little bunny rabbit that comes to life with fangs and attacks us; we have to try. You got any better ideas? This one just might end it all right here. Look, if it’s attached to the paper and safe enough looking then what’s the worst that could happen?”

“I don’t know, you could get some kind of inter-dimensional venereal disease, or worst yet, do I have to say it?… Demon baby!”

“No, I’m on the pill so my body is not even putting eggs out, and I don’t think paper has diseases. Look do you have any better ideas, and one that might make this thing go away?”

“You’re on the pill?” Kelly smiled shyly and looked away.

“Yeah, Mom caught me… “exploring my sexuality” and she made a decision, but don’t tell because Dad still doesn’t know.” This was a little white lie, but it didn’t really matter.

“You ARE a dirty girl!” Kelly blushed uncontrollably.

“Just do it ok…”

Kelly leaned forward holding the pencil again and closed her eyes. Suddenly popped them back open,” Oh my god that’s nasty, I wont draw that. I tried to keep my mind clear and this thing… just … I saw this horrible thing…”

“Was it a penis!” The word sounded strange and felt uncomfortable and hung in the air. In her excitement Candace was a bit too loud.

“I think…” Kelly pinched her face like she just drank orange juice after a sweet doughnut. She shook her head trying to get the image out of her mind. But it was there every time she closed her eyes, huge and bulging with fat veins.

“Then it knows! A-aand that’s what it wants! This just might be the end, and maybe I can get an inter-dimensional orgasm out of it too!”

“Candace!” Kelly rolled here eyes and went back to the paper. “Are you absolutely sure? I think you might change your mind if you knew what you were asking.”

“I. Don’t. Care. I’m dieing with anticipation here. Just go, and if I change my mind we’ll just burn it.” Candace thumbed the child safety of a long grill lighter with no luck.

“You better give that to me; CHILD safety lock you know.” Candace smiled and cocked her head with a ‘fuck-you’ expression as she finally got it to light.

“Here goes nothing…” Kelly bent back over the paper again and started working furiously. Candace watched and like a ghost out of the mist the penis was starting to really take shape. It was most of the note book papers length even at the angle Kelly drew.

Candace’s heart began to race as she saw Kelly really make it come to life, so to speak. The tip looked mildly like a pointed angled suction cup with a small hole in the point. Candace didn’t say but she recognized it almost immediately. The shaft was long bloated and fat and at the base Kelly really didn’t know what she was drawing but tried to render it exactly as she saw. The base was a large round ball the size of a baseball which rounded off into a small tube like attachment that disappeared into the void. The presumed body was behind wooded planks with a locked latch with only the penis extending out.

Kelly was putting the final touches on it as Candace began to have second thoughts about the size. The shape, however; was totally familiar to her and probably only her. When she finished the bulging veins and swollen flesh, almost like clock work she lifted the page and it lulled out bobbing too and froe. The girls screamed and jumped back as the large weight of it pulled the paper out of her hands. The paper weighted down dropped and sat flat on the table with the large member pointing up to the sky like a monument. Candace held a pair of grill tongs like a warrior and poked at it.

“Why did you have to make it so big?” Candace’s voice wavered as she pinched it with the tongs.

“I closed my eyes and that’s what I saw, I tried to draw it to proportion.”

“Well you could have down sized it!”

They both stared at the strange thing standing on the kitchen table. It continued to bob some but it pulled down into the paper, effectively disappearing from view then it smashed up again, they both heard a loud thud like distant thunder as the restraints stopped it from coming into this world.

“Like I said, it was a bad idea,” Kelly lit a long grill lighter and moved towards the paper.

“No wait, lets watch it for a moment to see what happens for a minute.”

They both got a drink of water from the refrigerator dispenser and stood watching the un-natural bloated horror bob in and out of the paper window; it was begging.

“Well I think we know how to trap things. Still doesn’t help us much. Could you imagine me turning a paper in with a live snake strapped to it? Mrs. Francis would freak!” They both laughed an uneasy laugh.

“I guess I’ll give it a try, it looks pretty secured.”

“I can’t believe you’re doing this…” Kelly closed her eyes and covered her face while talking. She couldn’t bear to look at it, and was hardly able to believe she drew it. Candace walked over and pulled at the corner of the paper, and slid it off the edge and onto the kitchen floor. Kelly looked down at the thing, “There’s no way that will fit, you better not try. And for the record I’m saying I think this is a very bad idea,” She opened another drawer and got out a long kitchen knife and sat indian style on the floor in front of it’s grotesque gestures. She slid the shiny steel twelve inch kitchen knife next to the small tube connector at the base. “It’s all you, but I don’t blame you if you want to back out at any time ok.”

Candace slid the black silky pants down to her ankles easily then peeled off her panties. She stood nude from the waist down hovering above it ready to squat down, “Here goes nothing…” Candace slowly lowered down to meet the throbbing white and black penis sticking out of the floor. The tip had been drooling some sort of clear liquid lubrication and as the pointy tip met her soft lips sliding in with ease.

Candace toyed and teased, tickling her tiny opening with the tip, hovering just out of reach still. When she finally committed the tip disappeared eagerly inside and the shaft tapered slightly and was already almost too fat. She felt the throbbing veins that ran along the outside as she slowly lowered. Her body stretched and the thing’s flesh squished enough for it to squeeze in comfortably.