Part I
I couldn’t have told you when it started. It was more like I always had it, and all the things that happened were inevitable. My parents knew I was special and encouraged me not to draw anything. When that didn’t work, they made me promise not to finish any more of my drawings. I relented… at first. Needless to say I was mischievous and kept experimenting. By my teenage years I was both a fantastic artist and a great trickster. Honestly, it all started out with good intentions, I swear.
Math class was awfully boring that day. We were sitting in algebra two learning the properties of parabolas. What started off as a math problem quickly turned into a piece of art and a bad idea. Kelly Anders was a quiet girl, with long straight brown hair and a nice pair of blue eyes, who was well known for being a bit of an outcast like me. She also happened to have a fear of crawly things. I sketched out a worm that had no teeth, knowing full well that I was pushing the boundaries, and gave it some details and shading. The whole process took about two minutes, creating a worm about four inches long with a head that was slightly larger than the rest of the body and a simple pair of black dots for eyes.
As soon as my pencil finished the details and left the page, the creature blinked. The page trembled as the little guy peeled itself from the paper, inching its way around before it finally looked up at me. I turned my book up and leaned in with a smile.
“There.” I pointed, and the little worm looked over. Kelly sat three seats away, two forward and one left. I sat in the back placing Kelly squarely in the middle of the pack. The worm fell of the desk and began crawling. You wouldn’t usually notice this sort of stuff; it was all white, with gray lines for body ridges. Really it looked more like a piece of paper rolling over the floor than a real thing. I grinned as I watched it crawl onto her shoe. She kicked it off that first time, which seemed to piss him off. It bristled, then shot like lightning up her leg. I chuckled until I noticed the streak of white lightning shoot right up her skirt and I heard a yelp from Kelly. My eyes went wide as she stood up and tore out of the classroom. Everyone, including the teacher, stared at the door as it swung closed.
“What… Was that Kelly?”
“Mrs. Thompson, can I go check on her? I kind of need to use the restroom, so if she’s over there…” I stammered. Mrs. Thompson just sighed and waved me out, then returned to the lesson. I stumbled along, wondering what the HELL had just happened. I’d never had a critter go wrong on me before, and I’d just wanted her to flip out a bit. This… this was crazy. When I reached the bathroom, I knocked twice on the door. “…Kelly? You in there…?”
“Ugh… Fuck, Oh god…!” I gave the hallway a quick glance and pushed the door open, quickly slipping inside the girls’ bathroom. It felt so wrong, but I was still freaking out internally. Inside, I peered around the barrier wall.
“Kelly?”
“Who… Who’s… there…?” She was breathing heavily, as if she couldn’t quite get the words out. I want to say that she was cursing under her breath the whole time. “What the fuck is a guy dong in here?”
“Sorry, you just sounded like you need help, and you tore out of class… You okay?”
“Ye… Fuck!” I heard her moan. I got a bit bolder, stepping inside. Only one stall was closed, and it wasn’t locked.
“Kelly, what’s wrong?”
“I… I can’t… Unnnfff….”
I took a deep breath and pushed open the stall, peering inside.
It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen. Kelly Anders sat there on the toilet, clawing at her skirt and failing to do anything. Her underwear kept her hands out, but when she reached out and grabbed the bars of the stall, I could see something moving under her panties. Most probably the critter, unless there was something else shoved up her cunt. Her face was contorted in bliss and a little pain, a mixture of scrunched up eyes and gasps and moans and her teeth on her bottom lip. Her brown hair was a little messed up and sweat covered her brow. Her glasses were a little fogged up. She was constantly bucking on the toilet, as if she were enjoying it.
“Kelly, what the hell?!” I put as much shock as I could in my little outburst. She opened her eyes, and for a second she seemed about to scream, but then her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped down on the toilet, moaning again.
“Go… Fuck…! Oh Fuck!” I groaned as I watched her writhe. Without really thinking straight, but somehow managing to move at all, I got down on my knees in front of her.
“Sorry Kelly, I guess I have to take responsibility here…” I muttered. I pulled her panties to one side, barely stalled at all by her weakly protesting hands, and stared at the little white tail squirming about inside of her. I grimaced and stuck two fingers inside of her. I heard a sharp breath and flinched, but I was in a hurry. I did my very best to grip the thing, but couldn’t quite get it. Between its wild thrashing about inside of her and her own juices, it was slick as an oiled pig. Finally I managed to grip and pull, heaving on it. Somehow it resisted me, but after a little bit I managed to drag it some way out. Kelly groaned, bucking against me and not really moving at all. Her hands had settled on my shoulders as I tried to stop the little worm I’d drawn. It slipped, and slid almost totally inside of her. She moaned particularly loud. I cursed and pushed my fingers deeper, to which she gripped my shoulders tighter.
“Slippery little bastard aren’t you? Well, could be worse… For me, at least…” I muttered, digging for the little critter and glancing up at Kelly’s face. She caught in a torrent of emotions, I think. I saw enjoyment and bliss, the sexual kind I think, plus confusion plus anger plus a little pain… It was crazy. I redoubled my efforts, throwing caution to the wind and slipping another finger inside of her. She moaned, actually bucking her hips against me now. I chuckled as I caught the little tail and dragged it out of her, slowly. It fought back, but I got it out and dropped it to the floor, stamping it out beneath my shoe. Ink sprayed out beneath my shoe, making a thick black spot on the floor. Kelly groaned in relief, I think, and I laughed as I collapsed against the side of the stall. Suddenly the door opened and I panicked. Kelly seemed to sit up and I saw her eyes go wide. Since we were in the wide stall, I flung myself against the corner where I had only the slimmest chance of hiding. Kelly shut the door with a tired foot and I locked it as heels came clicking across the floor.
“Kelly? Kelly, are you in there?”
“Yes… Mrs. Thompson…” Kelly panted. Mrs. Thompson’s voice grew worried.
“Are you okay dear? It’s been fifteen minutes…”
“Sorry, ma’am, I’m… Really not feeling well… I think I caught something…” I kept a hand over my mouth, wide eyed and staring at her. She hadn’t fixed herself, so I had a clear view of her dripping wet pussy and the skirt I’d thrown up around her waist. She met my eyes with what may have been an angry glare, if she’d had the energy. “I think I’ll head to the nurse in a little bit. Go home early.”
“Of course dear. Have you heard from Daniel? He said he’d check on you.”
“He knocked, and I shouted at him… I must have scared him I guess.”
“I bet he’s just cutting class like usual, dear. Head straight to the nurse when you’re done here. I’ll send you bag over there.”
“Thank Mrs. Thompson.” Kelly sighed as the heels retreated, then the door shut. We both let out a groan of relief when it settled down. Then I started laughing, sliding to the floor of the bathroom as the madness of it all got to me. Kelly smiled too, though I think she didn’t really want to. “What are you laughing at, asshole…”
“I just… It’s… Ahahahaha…! Your face, Mrs. Thompson… I mean, I’m in…” I droned off, and Kelly chuckled too. She groaned at the shaking of her laughter, though. When I was done I wiped my eyes and sighed. “Sorry. Sorry! I’m good now.”
“You better be, cause I’ll have to beat you. Come here…” She lifted an arm, groaned and relaxed again. “Oh, never mind… I don’t want to move…”
“That bad huh?”
“You try having something crawl up inside of you and squirm like a vibrator gone insane…” She glared at me. I chuckled.
“Guys don’t have that problem, I guess. Can I help?” She groaned.
“Not really. Get the fuck out already, would you?”
“Seriously, that’s what I get for helping you out?” She blushed.
“Hurry up.” Suddenly I noticed how wet she was and I grinned.
“Oh, I get it. You want to finish what that… whatever it was,” I caught myself and stammered out an excuse. Giving away my ability wasn’t a great idea, after all. “started. You’re horny.”
“Am not! I just got raped, by a weird little snake thingy and a pervert who won’t get the fuck out of the girls’ bathroom when he’s…” I frowned at her, walked over and shoved a finger between her dripping folds. She trailed off and groaned.
“Seriously, you’re not thinking straight. You really want to badmouth me some more and let me go spreading some crazy rumor or taking pictures or something? Just relax and enjoy this, okay?” She moaned as I started to gently finer her pussy, making her even more wet than she already had been. Without thinking I spread her legs again and slid between them, getting as close as I could. I pulled my index finger out and slid the middle in, curling it along the roof of her sex until she moaned and gripped the bars with white knuckles. My thumb found her clit, causing her to quiver on her little perch. I grinned, taking a deep breath of her. It was a musky scent, not sweet like all those porn sites and stories said it would be. A little sour, a little sweat, but not bad. I leaned in and ran my tongue over her lips, which made her open her eyes wide and stare down at me. I pulled my finger from her hole and ran my tongue over her lips, swirling it around her clit and dipping into her sex ever so slightly. Her fingers ran into my hair weakly as she began to tense.
“Oh fuck… Fuck, fuck… Ungh, that’s so good…!” She moaned. I grinned, wondering how the hell I got Kelly Anders to moan while riding my tongue. She bucked slightly, barely moving but moaning loud at the feeling. I finally slipped my tongue deep into her pussy, letting her gasp at the feeling of another object wiggling around inside of her. She moaned louder when I sucked and circled her clit, so I stuck to that. With a few minutes she groaned and her fingers tightened on the back of my head. Her voice died until it was a hoarse whisper. “Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck Ohhhhhhh…! Yes! Yes!”
I continued licking, honestly expecting a torrent of cum that just… didn’t come. She got more wet, for sure, but nothing else. Her body bucked and twisted and she moaned, then she slumped over on the toilet. I pulled my face from her body and rose, grabbing some toilet paper and wiping my lips on the wad before tossing it into the water, which sat just between her legs.
“There. Now you can tell me to fuck off.” She twitched, looking weak. I groaned, then tried straightening her out. When she was cleaned up, I grabbed her and splashed a little water on her face, picking her up in my arms and groaning at the weight. Not that I said anything mind you. She was totally out of it when I stumbled my way to the nurse’s office and left her there.
My alibi was simple: she’d chased me off the first time, but I’d gone to do my business and lingered. When she stumbled out she looked tired, so I’d grabbed her before she fell and carried her. Her things were there of course, so the nurse called her parents and she was picked up for sudden exhaustion, puking and feeling badly. I shrugged when Mrs. Thompson asked me where I’d been and told her the same thing, though she didn’t seem to want to accept it. I breezed through the rest of my daily classes and headed home, whistling a tune and wondering what the FUCK had happened.