Organism X – Ch. 02

For some reason, she just kept reliving that feeling.

It was the feeling of being filled by that slimy creature that came out of the river. The sensation, horrid yet sickly satisfying, of that bulbous head thrusting against her unprotected snatch and forcing its way in. The bursts of pain as inch after inch of the slick body worked its way inside the girl’s body.

As the last few inches of the creature slipped between Leah’s nether lips, the pain had faded, leaving a burning between her legs that only grew with each moment the creature was inside of her.

For several minutes, Leah leaned against the rock outcropping, tears dripping down her cheeks. She desperately needed to process this, but nothing made sense. This thing. This horrible, disgusting thing was inside of her.

Leah lurched and whimpered as she felt a horrible stretching sensation deep within. The creature had forced its way through the girl’s cervix.

At that point, panic gripped the young woman. She thrashed in the water and tried to belt out a scream, but only managed a pathetic little cry that barely extended beyond the little pool.

It needed to be out of her. Leah knew this and only this. It needed to go. She needed to be free of it.

Leah desperately grasped the rock outcropping, ready to scream for real this time. She was a singer and goddamnit she could be loud.

Before the girl could even open her mouth, a sharp jolt within cut Leah off. For a moment, Leah froze in the darkness, held still by the sudden sense of something piercing into her flesh.

Then it hit her. An overwhelming shock of pleasure rolled over Leah unlike anything she had every felt. Bliss and carnal delight danced a tango through the girl’s veins, causing her vision to temporarily go blank. Within seconds, Leah came, sending of a jet of girl-cum into the water and leaving the young woman entirely immobilized.

Then came the voice.

It didn’t speak to her in words. Mostly just impulses. It told her she needed to leave this place and go somewhere private. Somewhere where this, whatever this was, could finish.

As punctuation for this point, another blast of pleasure rolled over Leah, causing her eyes to water and her hips to buck. How could she not obey?

Leah stumbled out of the water and made it a few steps before she realized through her foggy consciousness that she was buck naked. That wouldn’t do. She needed to be somewhere private. Unnoticed. This needed to finish.

For this good instinct, another wave of pleasure rolled over the college girl. Leah felt a gush of sticky fluid run down her legs. Her pussy burned.

Leah found her clothes a couple hundred feet away, by the docks. Clumsily, she slipped on her panties and shorts, revelling in the pleasure of the fabric against her pussy, which all of sudden felt hyper-sensitive. When she tried to slip on her bra, the sensations proved too much. Her nipples were so sensitive that even the slightest sensation against them sent powerful jolts into her crotch.

Leah dropped the bra and searched around in the clothes. She seized on the shirt of one of the larger freshman boys and tossed it on her. It came down past her ass, but it did the trick. Even so, the pleasure from the fabric rubbing against her tits made it hard to manage. Every so often on the trek back, Leah would have to stop and brace herself as a small orgasm rolled over her body.

What is this? The girl wondered. Deep down, there was still horror and disgust. Leah’s true feelings had not died, only been submerged by the tidal waves of pleasure and the voice within.

After what felt like hours, Leah made it to her dorm. She stumbled through the abandoned hallway and fumbled at the door with her keys, hoping desperately that her roommate was not yet in. She needed privacy. The voice demanded it.

When she saw that she was alone, Leah slammed and locked the door, shut off the lights, and immediately started to rip her clothes off. The voice rewarded the young woman with the biggest orgasmic wave of pleasure yet.

***

Hunter saw the smoke first.

It was a crisp, clear day in late September and the woods were absolutely stunning. It was the perfect day for a hike.

Hunter and Molly reached the small valley that terminated in the diminutive stream by around one in the afternoon. Hunter rounded the bend, looked off towards the river, and saw the billowing wisps of white smoke rising into the air.

“Check it out,” Hunter pointed off in the distance.

“Shit,” Molly said softly. “What should we do?”

“Let’s see what it is first.”

The pair had been dating for nearly a year. Both met in organic chemistry their junior year and bonded almost immediately over their love of the outdoors.

Molly was a vivacious woman with black hair cut short and beautiful olive skin. Hunter knew the day he locked eyes on her that she was the one.

They reached the origin of the smoke after ten minutes of hiking. Molly gasped when she saw it. Hunter simply stared, too shocked to process.

Before them was an impact crater the size of a small car. In the very center of the crater was a steaming rock roughly the size of a watermelon. From the jagged crack that ran down the length of the meteorite, lime-green slime oozed.

Molly was the first to act. She farted over, grabbed a twig and started to poke at the meteorite.

“Molly wait,” Hunter called.

“Babe, do you know what this means?”

“A meteor. We found a meteor.”

“No,” Molly said. She held up the twig, green slime oozing from the tip.

“Organic compounds hunter. This is the discovery of a lifetime!”

“Holy shit,” were the only words he could muster in response.

***

Jessie Miller stumbled into her room and groped around for her bottle of ibuprofen. Her head pounded and her lower regions felt even worse. She downed three pills and took a moment to steady herself.

That’s when she noticed the lump under the covers of her roommate’s bed.

“Well that answers that question,” Jessie mumbled to herself.

She stared at the lump in the bed, watching who she assumed was Leah toss and turn slightly. It was then that Jessie noticed the smell of the room.

The air was heavy with what almost smelled like sex, undercut by a deeper, darker odor that Jessie could not place.

Jessie took a couple steps towards her roommate. While she still could not make out Leah’s face in the tangle of covers, it was clearly her. Jessie could see the girl’s tangle of chestnut hair peeking out from the top of the covers. From where Jessie was standing, there was no one else under the covers with Leah.

A knock at the door broke Jessie out of her investigatory mood. She padded across the room as quietly as she could manage and opened the door a crack.

Megan Jenson stood on the other side of the door, arms crossed and looking as uncomfortable as usual.

Jessie liked to think of Megan as a virgin cosplaying as a slut. Megan always wore low cut tops and push-up bras to make her tiny a-cups seem like so much more. Despite all the extra makeup and work, Megan never seemed to sell the look quite right.

Like a little girl playing dress up with Mommy’s clothes, Jessie thought as she gazed at her friend with bleary eyes.

“Hey, you guys going to brunch?” Megan asked, trying to peer into the dark room.

“Yeah, I’ll be ready in, like, ten minutes. Sound good?”

“Yeah, is Leah coming too?”

Jessie turned back towards the lump in the bed. The girl showed no sign of waking anytime soon.

“Nah, just me. She’s sleeping something off.”

Megan nodded.

Jessie closed the door and grabbed a change of clothes. She thought about heading to the bathroom, but Leah was so thoroughly knocked out that she decided to change right then and there.

Five minute later, Jessie Vitelli was on her way to brunch, leaving Leah alone once more.

***

“Anyone hungover?” Eliza asked. She looked especially pale and deep purple rings hovered beneath her eyes.