Supernatural Short Bus

The voice resumed speaking. As I was saying, studying the glyphs and runes and languages like you've done isn't a one way street. What was the old human saying? Something about staring off of cliffs and monsters jumping up to eat you? Some nonsense.

The tentacle was rubbing slightly faster now, pulling out farther and then back into her. She closed her eyes to concentrate. Each damn bump rubbed against her clit and then inside against her g-spot and then back out the way they came until she wanted to scream for more. It was no longer just the creature that was wet - her own pussy was soaked from the way it completely- The orgasm stormed through her body and she yelled in surprise. So long. So long since she'd cum. She'd almost forgotten the feeling of it. The way it - No! No! This is not right! This is ooooooh gooood why? Why does it it it- Another orgasm, stronger this time. She was rubbing back against it now. She hadn't noticed it was happening but the bumps kept turning slightly away from that one spot inside of her and they just needed a little help to- NO! She screamed at herself. "NO! I won't let you have the the the..."

The... what? The what, little slut? Little whore? You're starting to like it, aren't you? You're starting to want more of it, aren't you? You can admit it. Nobody is here to hear you. Nobody is here to see your little sin. You're being forced into it, aren't you? It's not your fault. I'm raping you and you can't help that your body is enjoying it.

The tentacle slowed, barely moving. "Yes." She whispered, her eyes closed. "Yessss. It's not my fault. I can't stop the orgasms. I can't stop getting wet. I can't stop wan-" No. No no no no! Sarah reached down, grabbing the slick tentacle rubbing against her. She tugged at it, her hand slipping along its length. Again and again she tried to get it out of her until two more tentacles grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms out to her sides, away from her. She screamed in frustration. "Fuck you! Fuck you! I'll kill you! I'll-" The tentacle holding her right hand brought it to her mouth but Sarah jerked away at the last moment. Again and again she turned her head as it tried to force the hand into her mouth. Finally, it wrapped another tentacle around her neck and lower jaw, holding her in place. She grit her teeth against what was coming.

The creature didn't try to force the hand into her mouth - it simply placed it against her face. She couldn't not breathe in the scent of it. Her eyes unfocused briefly. The smell of her wet pussy combined with whatever the creature was producing was intoxicating. She breathed in deeply before she could stop herself. It was... rich, spicy, cloying, heady. The world spun around her. Her hips started moving again as she made little deep in her throat. Little happy, girlish moaning sounds every time it entered her. She opened her mouth, not noticing the tentacle had released her hand. She licked her finger in a long, slow stroke. Relishing the way it tasted - even stronger than the smell alone. Her other hand was released and she immediately placed two of her fingers against her clit, rubbing it through the hood, feeling the bumps as they entered her. She was trying to flex her ass and take the tentacle as deep as she could.

Her head rolled back and over in a slight circle. She had two of her fingers in her mouth now and her nostrils flared as she sucked on them. Three fingers. Four. She cleaned herself off and needed more. Wanted more. She grabbed the tentacle below herself, pulling it as hard as possible into herself this time. The tentacle that had held her hand snaked up and against her mouth to rub against her lips. She pulled her hand away from her clit to hold it and then Sarah guided the tentacle into her mouth, moaning as it secreted more liquid.

A small tentacle reached behind her, pushing between her ass cheeks. She tried to tell it yes, tried to beg for it but she didn't want to stop sucking on the tentacle filling her mouth. The smaller tentacle coated itself in the clear liquid and then pushed. She felt pain, sharp and bright in her ass but it was quickly consumed by the pleasures she was feeling. Suddenly, the creature pulled the tentacle out of her mouth and the other away from her ass.

Do you want it, little one? It asked her.

Sarah bit her lip, nodding her head once. She whimpered as she tried to ride the tentacle buried in her wet cunt. The creature mimicked her movement, not allowing her to take her pleasure.

Tell me, then. Tell me what you want, little whore.

"P... please. Please fuck my ass. Please let me suck on you again. Please. Oh god, please. I'll do anything. Anything you want. Please. Please. Please please-" Her mouth stretched to take the tentacle again and she almost cried for joy. When the other tentacle played against her ass, she tried to wriggle it in position to enter her. It hurt again as it spread her asshole. She'd never had anal - of all the times she'd been raped, the men had somehow never tried to fuck her ass and she never wanted it otherwise. Now she tried to push herself down on it, wanting to have it as deep in her ass as the one filling her pussy. But, it was almost too much. Even in her heightened state of bliss, it was almost too much to handle. Too much pain. And, still... Still she pressed herself down, moaning and gasping from it. Soon, the pleasure from the tentacle in her ass overrode the pain. She felt the bumps on the one in her pussy rubbing against the one in her ass and it was the most perfect thing she'd ever felt. She gripped the tentacle in her mouth, gladly wrapping her tongue around it, bobbing her head up and down the length of it.

She was lost.

It spoke to her again but she couldn't hear it. Didn't want to hear it. You creatures were designed for pleasures. Pleasures of the flesh. Eating, fucking, killing, debauchery. There's no end to it. Mostly. But you... you have a design flaw. You invited us in. You dipped your hand into the darkness and expected to come away clean. Now, take your reward.

The tentacles lowered her to the ground and then dropped her. She reached for them as they pulled away. "No. Noooo. Why did you stop? Why?" Her legs were slick from her cum and the creature's juice. Sharp spasms cut into her stomach from how deep the monster was in her. Her pussy was a dull, painful ache and she wanted more. Like an addict needing her fix she crawled to the thing, begging it to take her again. Begging it to fuck her stretched asshole. To fill her with its seed.

But, little one... Little slut... I already have.

The pain rode her body, straight from her drooling cunt to the center of her brain. Sarah threw her head back and shrieked. Voices and thoughts crashed into her. Demonic whispering and crying and shouts for help. She dug into the cold, wet soil on the edge of the gravel driveway, digging her nails into the deep earth. Bones grew in her back, below her shoulder blades, attaching themselves to her back muscles and spine and then growing more muscles to anchor themselves deep into her being. The pain was almost more than she could take. Her skin split on either side of her back and tiny little talons worked their way out of the skin.

The talons from her back grew, falling limply to her back and then sliding off of her to the ground. Bone and muscle followed the talons. Black, leathery skin unrolled from the long, thin bones growing behind the talons. Unrolled and then attached to new growth to become her fledgling wings. Further and further it all expanded until the process stopped, each wing laying in clumps of blood and skin ten feet to either side of her. She could feel the new bones and muscles in her back. She could feel the air on the new leathery skin as they dried slowing in the cold. "P... please. No. Please. Not this." She begged weakly. She raised her head to look at the creature in front of her. To beg more. Instead, she watched as her blond hair thickened and untied itself from its coils, growing longer and longer until it lay on the ground around her. "Noooooooo." She moaned quietly. A headache was building behind her eyes. She pressed her palms to her face against it.

The skin on her head tore like wet parchment. Sarah screamed again. Between golden strands of hair (tinged red with blood), small nubs grew up through the slits in her scalp. She felt the weight of them on her head as blood dripped down before her eyes. She felt them extend, pushing further and further out until it took effort to hold her head up. She couldn't see them but she felt them weighing her down. She tried to reach for the horn on her left side but stopped. Her nails were black. Her nails that she kept meticulously short were pure black. And growing. Growing out to sharp little points. She pushed herself up with effort and swayed under the weight of her new horns. The world spun before her eyes and she fell onto her side, whimpering.

Sarah's pale lips darkened into a deep black. Her chest burned. She heard small popping sounds and felt the way her skin stretched as her ribcage expanded. Her muscles tore and rebuilt themselves over and over. Her arms twitched and she watched her lithe muscles grow in mass. Her horns dug into the ground beside her as she writhed from the pain in her back. She opened her mouth to scream and her tongue shredded itself on her elongating canine teeth. She tasted her own blood and the pain in her back subsided. The coppery taste was nearly orgasmic - reminiscent of the creature's clear liquid. Her pelvis broke and then clicked back into place before she could think about biting her own tongue off to drink the blood.

A hairless tail erupted from the base of her spine, growing longer and longer until it reached her feet. The tip of it expanded into a wedge shape and, like the wings, she could feel it against the ground and against her legs. A new part of her. As she thought of it, the tail wrapped itself around her left leg. Sarah tried again to push herself up. And, again, stopped. Her chest was growing larger. She watched as her breasts stretched and grew under her. She felt fat issues filling and growing inside of her chest. She felt the way it filled the skin and she almost threw up. Her nipples rode the expansion until they nearly touched the ground below her. Like the horns, her breasts pulled at her oddly. She flipped herself over, wincing in pain when the base of her tail slammed against the ground. The tail snaked out, slapping the ground in protest.

Her legs. Her legs had grown while she was distracted. They were thick now, as were her hips. She wasn't a slim little girl any more - she was as curvy as a pinup model but with muscle and slight padding to cover it. As she watched, fine golden hairs grew from those thick legs. Grew and grew until she was covered in inches of long hair. Fur now. The fur grew up her thigh and stopped short of her crotch, sheathing her leg in thick, curly growth. Although larger, her stomach was still flat and taut with lean muscle. Her pubic hair thickened into a tuft of fur above sopping wet pussy lips. The hair soaked in her cum. A nerved flared in her foot and then died. She looked past the fur covering her legs to watch her toes melding together. One by one, the toes stuck together until both of her dainty little feet were just a mass of flesh. The soles of her feet dried out, turning white and rough. The flesh on the balls of her feet darkened and solidified. Bone connected to the new grown through her skin and then spread out, slowly taking the shape of a hoof. The rest of her foot elongated, pulling up and back until her lower leg looked like a horse's leg. Or a goat's leg. Thick tufts of fur grew along the back of her leg, several inches longer than the hair on her calves and thighs.

Fetlock. Her brain whispered to her. My own Fetlock. God help me.

The other voice intruded. Not God, no. Not God. You're done, pet. Stand for me. Let me see you.

Sarah considered herself. She'd grown several inches, possibly more because of her new feet. Her skin turned red before her eyes - from pale to light pink to dark pink to deep red. Her wings, dry now, spread out around her and she saw the inside of the wings were the same red as her body. She could work the talons as if they were her own fingers. She stood. Slowly. On shaky, newborn legs. The world looked small to her now. She felt powerful. Strong. Her biceps strained as she flexed her arms. Her right leg stomped of its own accord and she tossed her thick, newly long hair. Her ears... she reached up to the feel their new length - long and pointed now. She smiled, feeling the fangs grinding against her other teeth. Her tailed flicked behind her.

Beautiful. A better creation than your Ms. Chapman. Come to me, pet. Embrace your creator.

Sarah walked to the creature. "You were right, you know." Her voice was husky now. Deeper but still female. "My studies opened me to your call. They opened me to your influence. To the changes you had for me. But, I embrace those changes. I'm farther along than you think. You have no control over me."

What? What did you say, you little fucking whore? What did you - aahhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Sarah's black claws tore into the soft pink flesh of the creature in front of her. Without pause she used her new claws and teeth and strength to rip the demon apart. She laughed as she killed it, reveling in the use of her own flesh, her own hands to destroy this thing. She felt herself grow wet from the violence. From the smell of its blood. Sarah wasn't sure when she finally killed it but, by the time she was finished, the parking lot was littered with its flesh. She closed her eyes, sniffing the air like an animal. Nothing. She could smell nothing of it besides its dead flesh. The essence of it was gone. She'd been able to sniff out demons when she was ... still human but not like this. She could smell the entire world around her.

She looked at the house nearby. Oh. Oh, yes. This is different. Let's see... Basement and first floor. My, my. What hath Ms. Chapman wroth?

Sarah stomped through the gravel, breaking the small rocks with her hooves. She heard crashing and grunting before she even reached the fountain. Fun times ahead, she thought with a smile.

Chapter 9

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John walked ahead of Hannah down the stairs to the third floor. He'd heard more muffled sounds as they were walking down the stairs but it was silent now. They both performed a quick check of the third floor before returning to the staircase.

Hannah paused at the top of the staircase. "John, I'm scared. What if something's wrong?"

John wanted nothing more than to comfort Hannah with confidence. But, he couldn't. He was terrified and couldn't say why. Ms. Chapman's death and transformation unsettled him but something else was wrong - something at the edge of his senses was tugging at him strongly. In a bad way. "We'll be okay, Hannah. Sarah is here and so is everyone else. We'll be fine. Come on."

At the bottom of the second floor, John immediately knew something was terribly wrong. The door frame on the right in the middle of the hallway was shattered. Chunks of wood littered the area around the door and there was a strange smell. Hannah and John shared a look and then slowly crept forward. Hannah grabbed John's arm, hissing at him in a whisper. "John! We shouldn't! Something's wrong! Please John!"

John tugged away, whispering back. "There's nowhere else to go, Hannah! We can't leave without going down the hallway!" John slowly approached the door, grabbed the shattered frame and then peeked in. And then immediately flattened himself to the wall, grabbing Hannah hard as he did. He turned to her, eyes wide. Wild eyes. "Run!" He whispered harshly. They ran.

Peter and Sandra looked up from their lazy pile in the middle of the room as Hannah and John dashed passed. Peter stood to his full height, stretching and yawning. The tufts of fur at the top of his ears brushed the high ceiling as he rolled his head on his thick, muscled shoulders. Sandra pulled at him, growling without threat to try to make him come back to her but Peter swatted her away and walked off. Sandra huffed, standing at her own impressive height to follow her mate.

They both stopped at the top of landing to look upon the sight below them. Three small things, two smelling of repressed terror and one smelling of nothing at all stood at the bottom of the stairs. The void was an abomination that immediately set both Peter and Sandra growling. It was talking to the other two small things. Faint memories tried to surface but were quickly lost in the more base emotions of the werewolves. Still, something survived and Peter watched the male small thing and female small thing. They weren't wolves but they needed help and he felt like he should help them.

And then, the void opened his arms, conjuring a darkness even the wolves couldn't see through. Kelly fell through the darkness to land at Ryan's feet. Peter's growl ratcheted. She smelled like the void. A part like him and a small part like... Peter. Family. Pack. I failed. The part of him that was still vaguely human was crying. I failed. I failed. Peter howled in sorrow, soon joined by Sandra. Her mate felt pain and she felt it through him. The void glanced up at the pair of two-legged wolves and then took a step toward the female small things.

Peter leapt, clearing the railing of the landing in one bound, crashing to the ground and then tumbling through empty air. The void was gone. The male and female slowly blinked, shaking their heads and speaking words. Peter was growling, sniffing the air as his mate thumped beside him, one paw breaking through the floor. He couldn't smell the void. His ears twitched back and forth, trying to hear everything at once but all he head was the thing in the basement shouting at them and the drugged sounds of the male and female.

THERE! Peter leapt at the staircase, hands and feet propelling him faster than any living thing should move. Again, the void was gone before he could touch it. He growled in frustration, scanning again. His mate had her leg free and was prowling around, sniffing and listening. He watched again as the void appeared in front of the female. His primitive brain caught the connection - the void was going to make his own pack. A group of non-things. No. No, not with his near-pack. He pushed again, launching himself from the wall with a crash. The void looked up in exasperation and vanished yet again. How, his brain wondered. How can I save my non-pack? How? Peter looked at Sandra - his mate. Watched as she strode around the room, thick black tail swishing behind her. Peter growled deep in his chest and reached a conclusion. He grabbed the female, clawing down her front. She screamed, suddenly pulled from her trance.

Peter growled, licking the female's face to calm her. His blood was up and he felt his cock pulling away from his sheath. The fight and the smell of his mate and this new female excited him. His red knotted dick throbbing with excitement. Blood ran down light scratches on the female's body. Peter licked the blood away, showing the female he was sorry for the pain. Her scream rose higher and his ears flattened from it. Stupid loud little-

The void was next to him without warning. Sharpened claws streaked down Peter's back and he roared in pain. I HURT! He turned to slash at the thing but his mate slammed into the void and the two slammed into the wall behind him. He watched for a moment, feeling the pain fade on his back. The void was hissing at his mate. Sandra tried to tear the void's throat out but it held her throat, straining with the effort to keep her away. It seemed to be having problems vanishing. It would fade for a moment before becoming solid again. A small whimper brought his attention back to the female.