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The Mosquito Burrow

I hope you enjoy my story and of my twisted mind 🙂 English isn’t my first language so there might be some grammar mistakes in this story.

Science-Fiction

Prison World

Notes: This story has a bit of violence and some blood, just a fare warning. It also runs a bit longer than previous stories, so I apologize in advance. I dropped a lot of Easter eggs for upcoming story, so pay close attention to the details. I hope you enjoy! Obviously it’s futa x Male with the futa on top.

Science-Fiction

Designated for Consumption

Humanity has destroyed its natural resources. The only benefit to the overpopulated planet is the excessive abundance of human capital and the expendability of certain lives. At 14, men and women are subjected to an intellectual and technological capacities test to determine their designations.

Science-Fiction

Kelly’s Magical Saterday

 Kelly woke to sun cascading over here perfectly rounded size C breasts, She giggled as she pinched he half-inch light pink nipple and sent a shock throughout her body. It was a Saturday which made it all the better. 
Kelly was 21, lived alone, virgin, not particularly social, but if she was she would have no trouble finding someone to share a bed with. She had long brown almost red hair, ideal size C breasts, pronounced abs and muscles that looked strong but are more sexy than gross, her legs looked chiseled out of marble, and made for a magazine, the year before she went and got all of her body hair lasered off except for the hair on top of her head, her eyebrows and a neat little light brown diamond just above her pussy, everyday she made sure that she washed her face, brushed her teeth, took a long hot shower to get the rest of her clean, among other things to make sure her body was in top condition hygiene wise. She also ate well and exercised daily. All this made her body the fit of the fit, clean of the clean, and miraculously she had absolutely no social life. She never played any organized sports, which made Kelly’s talent in fitness impossible to spot. 
She rolled out of bed obviously horny. She did her daily routine of brushing her teeth, washing her face then she slid into the steam of the shower that took all the trouble of her life away. She had a bench in the shower that she bought for one reason, not to rest her feet, or to catch herself if she fell but to mastrabate.
She put one leg up and one hanging down spreading her legs to reveal first her diamond shaped hair tuft, then her light pink pussy dripping it’s juices. Her clitoris already showing itself begging to be touched. Luck for it she was quick to the spot, first she rubbed her clit in slow small circles, then brought her other index finger and slid it along her pussy lips all the way to the bottom, still wet with pussy juices it made it’s way to Kelly’s asshole and started fingering that. Breathing hard now, she had enough and her clit sent a jolt from her thighs exploding into her stomach and spread across her body erecting her nipples.
She was satisfied with the warm feeling in her stomach that told her it was Saturday, there was more to come. She stood up making sure she washed her hair completely, she stepped out and made her way to the closet still wet and nude with here perfect tight ass chasing behind.
 Her closet was a woman’s dream world of sexual enhancers that she had collected over the years. Kelly had tank-tops that didn’t even cover her nipples, spandex leggings that gave easy access to everything it covered, panties with built in vibrators, and many more items so crazy they can only be described with pure lust. But before she could have any fun she had to exercise, she put on a simple pink sports bra and navy blue pink and white running short shorts. 
She set off on her seven mile loop with a amazingly fit 7 minute mile pace that only got faster as she went. She ran along the desert road the brought her farther into the country of Pase, a suburb just north of San Diego. 
As she ran her breasts, a little loose in her bra swayed freely, her sweat made it’s way to the most protruded part of her breasts, her erect nipples making the fabric soaked as a result, it was ever so slightly see through. Her abs flexing with the jogging rhythm, they looked something like a washing board bouncing to her beat. Her ass pronounced in her tight short shorts, two large mounds made of bronze, she had been tanning nude recently.
When she turned the corner to run into the forest that would put her onto the California beach, she was greeted by her best and only real friend Lauren. Lauren was much like Kelly with B size breasts, long flowing blond hair, perfect body, long legs, virgin, not that social, and intelligent. They talk for a minute, then ran into the woods towards the beach.
The path through the forest was 2 miles long. Kelly and Lauren had run it many times, so many it was quite possible for them to run it blindfolded, but recently a storm had knocked down branches and the river they had to cross was swelling so they had to be careful. They ran through, both secretly admiring each-other. The two were both slightly lesbian but not open about it and longed for a taste of another girls pussy. 
They had ran to the creek that cut through the forest. Then decided to go swimming to cool off. The water was very cool and refreshing soaking both their sports bras, shorts, and panties, not that their panties need any more soaking. Then everything went wrong, Kelly slipped, hit Lauren and both tumbled unconscious down through the rapids.
They awoke in a dim lit damp cave with the only light from a small hole in the top of the wall. The sun was just setting, and at the end of their moss bed was a small plant. Kelly was puzzled by the plant, attempted to stand up and realized she couldn’t move. Their arms and legs were held down by thick green vines. They panicked and struggled against the vines only to come to the conclusion that, they could not move, all their cloths had disappeared, and that they thought the other looked extremely sexy. 
Kelly was raised by the vines 5 feet off the damp moss and face the wall with the hole. Then she panicked as the plant now seen connected to all the vines and was at the center of operations, the plant about the size of a golf ball sprouted a thin stem the thickness of a thin string and slowly grew toward her. She saw the same thing was happening to Lauren. It came up to her bellybutton, attached itself and spiraling around her waist as another stem, this one the thickness of a man’s penis came up quickly, split into two stems, one the same thickness and the other a thin strand that sprouted a bud that flowered into a beautiful pink and yellow flower that closed on her clitoris and started sucking hard, as the thicker stem caressed her slit and Kelly couldn’t help but let out a low moon. The stem that was spiraling around her waist had completely covering her waist and the plant didn’t stop their, it sprout two more thin strands that went straight to her breasts, flowered and closed on her erect nipples and sucked. That was when Lauren lost the battle to hold back her orgasm, screaming,  she squirted pussy juices all over the plant that quickly absorbed the juices and grew to the size of a basketball. Kelly came shortly after her and the plant swelled to the size of a large bolder. Then the plant sprouted one more stem that went to her asshole and thrusted deep in and out repeatedly, the same thing happened to the stem by her pussy, it jammed deep in, taking her virginity, and giving her another amazing orgasm. The vine in her pussy thrusted into her vaginal canal deeper and deeper breaking her cervix, through to her womb, it probed around a little feeling it was fit, a bulge appeared from the plant and rippled toward her. As it past into her pussy it sent a shiver down her spine and gave her a third orgasm. The bulge blasted up into her womb and sprayed white liquid for a seemingly endless amount of time, her belly expanded to hold all the liquid and when it was finally done they looked 10 months pregnant. It spit a small seed in each of them, set them down, and contracted all it’s vines. The new warm feeling it their wombs made them suddenly tired and they fell asleep.
While they were sleeping the seed sprouted and firmly rooted itself in all sides of the womb which doubled in size since that evening making them look and impossible 20 months pregnant, their stomachs 2 feet wide and two feet out.
When they woke up the next morning realizing what happened they thought they would not be able to get up ever again, but the plant inside of her injected hormones in their bloodstreams that times muscle production by 10 so with every movement their muscles visibly grew. In five minutes it was easy to stand with their gigantic bellies. The hormones also made the sexual desire 20 times that of a normal female and made them overwhelmed with desire.
Seeing each-other sweating and tan from their standing feat they were attracted and instantly on the ground again rubbing each-others pussy. Kelly rubbed Lauren’s clit furiously then pushed a second finger into her pussy as it contracted as Lauren had the most amazing orgasm she has ever had. It started in her thighs as a warm bubble exploding and sent her screaming as pussy juice squirted all over Kelly.
They could have done that for eternity but then they froze as a little vine crept out of each one of their pussies, up to their physically bigger breasts, split, flowered, and sucked their lactating breasts. Once their breasts were back to their normal size, and after they had 2 orgasms each the vines detached and contracted to their pussies. Then inside of them the plant drank the white liquid depleting their womb to look only 4 months pregnant. Then two more stem came out of their naked pussies and wrapped around them making a living pair of panties with a anchor in their pussy and set an anchor in their asshole making them both scream with yet another amazing orgasm, and when their pussy juice dripped out, the plant quickly absorbed it and grew slightly in their wombs. 
Then the plant sent a thin vine up their pregnant bellies to their breasts and wove itself into a living strapless deep green pushup bra, sucking on their nipples constantly.
The plant also made a series of changes on the inside on their bodies. The first grew a vine through their bodies to their lungs and grew a mat over all their oxygen intakes that started producing oxygen itself making them now able to hold their breath endlessly, making them amazing at blowjobs. The second change penetrated into their stomachs and was made to inject all the nutrients to live with a perfect body and not depend on eating, also giving them the exact nutrients made them have not waste products. The third change changed their skin, muscle, bone, and organ makeup, making them have a thin, very strong, transparent layer of plant cells making them indestructible. The fourth change grew a thin stem up their spines to their brains and budded a flower that attached to their brain, making a direct connection to their thoughts, hormones and decisions. 
Kelly felt all this happening and saw the panties and strapless bra grow she thought they were very sexy. Then she herd a thought in her head that was not hers it told her to find her running clothes in the corner, put them on and run home, tomorrow is a big day. Oddly Kelly and Lauren did exactly that.
They ran home and slept with many hormones and sexual skills getting added and taken away making them into the most sexy, sexually experienced, and strongest girls in the world.
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Science-Fiction

The Storm (Part IV)

Lieutenant Greenstein crouched on the roof of the six-floor tenement building, her rifle aimed at the corner of South 3rd and Kent Avenue. A cold wind blew off the gray East River, sending a chill through her bones, despite the ample weight of her police uniform. She had been like this for the past two hours, waiting for the gangs of Hasid to come to where they based their illegal water-hoarding operation. It had come to this: New York’s finest perched in decrepit windows of abandoned warehouses, esentially snipers. Guilty until proven innocent, and even then no one was ever innocent. Fuck this, she thought. She’d rather be at home, with Scott, protected by the Rockaways, a place of New York that still hadn’t been affected by the storm. She was one of the lucky ones, though, even if she did have to spend eight hours a day in the fucking dregs of the 18th precinct, trying to maintain order in a city that was falling apart at the seams. She stood up to stretch, and turned around, looking back at Brooklyn. It was then that she noticed the door to the stairwell was closed.
“Fuck,” she said, putting her gun down, and walking toward the door. There was no handle on the door, as it locked automatically behind. How could she be so stupid, she thought, a hand against the door. Fuck fuck fuck. There would be no way to communicate, as the communication links had broken down with the first storm. She was stuck. She would have to wait for relief. She walked back to the corner of the roof when she saw it.
A dark cloud moved quickly across the East River, a thick, green mustardy smelling mass of smoke and debris. The Storm. There hadn’t been one in about six weeks, but here it was. She looked frantically around. There was no way out. The cloud moved even closer, directly towards the building. She tried not to panic, took deep breaths, but all she could think about was Scott and their house in the Rockaways, their dog, how she wanted to go home. She looked back at the door. “What the fuck,” she said out loud, “Fuck fuck fuck.” She was trapped.
She crouched in the corner, curled up in a fetal position, cradling the gun. There was nothing she could do. Closing her eyes, the Storm rushed over the top of the building, enveloping her. She could feel the weight of the gas against her uniform, her exposed skin, her dark brown hair pulled tight against her head. She could taste it on her lips. And worse, she could feel it entering her, and she reached a level of such terror that she thought her heart was going to explode and burst, carried off with the evil gas. And that’s what it was: evil. It was in her now. She was finished, would no longer be the same, would be doomed to wandering these fucked up streets for the rest of her life, in whatever guise the Storm infected her: drugs, drink, food, sex?
The storm passed, but she remained in that same position, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clamped around the rifle, balled up like a child on the corner of the roof. Her breathing by now was quick and manic, and she tried to focus all of her mental acuity onto the number of breaths. She had heard that the affects of the Storm were immediate, she had seen it happen in colleagues, saw their former selves be carried off by the mustardy gas of the storm cloud, leaving behind the shell of a human, a sick desperation that cast the world into chaos. She counted quickly, trying not to recognise that she was burning up in the police uniform, that her skin felt as if it was on fire, her body dripping in sweat. She wanted to tear the uniform off. There was intense feeling of absence, a craving for something in her to be filled. She was now shaking uncontrollably. She needed it, although she couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but then her thoughts were brought somewhere else, a focal point: hot, burning, wet and aching, that space between her legs. What she needed was cock. And this is where she passed over.
She had to get off the roof. It was imperative. It was the key to her survival. If she could get off the roof, she could get cock: a thick, hard, throbbing piece of meat that she could suck, and feel in her wet pussy, and shove in her ass. She needed to be filled. What she needed even more, she knew now, was the taste of cum on her mouth, something to take the pain away. She had to bathe in it, have it constantly. This was the key to her survival and it was that door- that fucking door- that was keeping her from it.
She ran to the edge of the roof and looked down. The street was empty. She was clearly in pain and could think of nothing, see nothing in her head, except for hard, throbbing cock. She tried to maintain her balance and, instinctively, reached her right hand down beneath her belt and the waistband of her slacks, touching her engorged clitoris with two fingers, slowly rubbing a circle. Her breathing increased with the rhythm of her rubbing and she was shocked- almost terrified- at the intensity of the feeling. She wanted something inside her, and she slipped both fingers into her hot, soaking wet cunt. In and out she pushed them, all the while applying circular pressure with the palm of her hand on her clit. The severity and quickness of the orgasm that caused her entire body to quake and her knees give out, collapsing her to the roof of the building, a writhing mess of nerve-endings and pussy juice, her carefully pulled up hair now falling out around her, and the screams- these fucking screams of passion, if that’s what it was- bouncing off the buildings around her seemed to be an announcement to the world, that-once again- the Storm had reduced another woman to her basic id: she now, literally, lived to fuck.
And if she could do this to herself, she thought, lying flat on her back, staring at the dark clouds passing above her, her breathing slowing down, wonder what she could do with cock.
I’m getting off this fucking roof, she thought, and she walked to the edge, more determined and confident than she’d been before. The orgasm seemed to give her a power that she was lacking before, a temporary boost in confidence. And, as if she willed it herself, she heard the shuffle of feet from the corner below her. She quickly assumed position, crouched at the corner of the roof, looking through the sites of her sniper rifle. They turned the corner and entered into view.
“No fucking way,” she said, lowering the gun, and looking at the three people- a man and two girls on chains- turning the corner. They were naked, the man carrying and automatic weapon, an M-16, with a round of ammo around his chest. The two girls were attached to small chains, around collars, and had on combat boots. They walked gingerly. She looked at the man- his taut, hairless body, rippling in muscle- and, more importantly, his cock- a semi-hard beautiful piece of meat. She sited it through the rifle to get a better look. It was enormous, maybe eight to nine inches when it got hard and had a breath-taking girth. She wanted it. Without thinking she jumped to her feet, held the rifle aloft and screamed, “FREEZE!”
The man motioned to the girls, who quickly crouched down like dogs on all fours and he held the M-16 aloft, clearly tentative about using it. He found Lt. Greenstein in his sites, but failed to shoot. She cautioned him down.
“If you fire that thing, we’ll all be dead,” she yelled down to the street. “I just need your help. Can you help me?”
He lowered the gun, but said nothing. She took this as a positive sign.
“I’m locked in. You have to let me out.” She was thinking about that cock. The man shaded his eyes and looked up. He stood there silently, motioning for the girls to stand back up, all the while not losing his gaze with the aching lieutenant.
“Please,” she shouted down again, surprised at the desperation in her voice. “I’ll do anything! Anything!”
The three strangers walked to the front door. She could hear it slam behind them. The aspect of getting cock excited her, but she was aware of the fact that she needed to look non-threatening: the uniform with the gun may be too much for a stranger to take in a fucked up world as this. And she didn’t feel like she could wait any longer. She threw the rifle down to the ground, undid her belt and holster, and unbuckled her boots, kicking them off quickly. Throwing them to the side, she shimmied out of the heavy, thick pants until she was in nothing but her thong underwear. The heat from her pussy was unbearable, and even as she lowered the navy blue panties, she found herself rubbing her soaking wet cunt again. She crawled to the edge of the roof, bending over, one hand on the ledge, the other busily preparing her pussy for the cock she needed to survive. She heard the metal door open and she moaned loudly. Without even turning around, her ass in the air as if an offering, her left hand rubbing her pussy to the peak of another orgasm, she screamed: “Please! Fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me with your cock!”
She heard footsteps and the quick fap fap fap of the man jerking his meat, getting ready to fill her up and before she could plead again for the stranger’s dick, she felt the head of the penis against the wet lips of her pussy and she grunted loudly, the echo carrying off the skyscraper condominiums. As he thrust inside her- first an inch, then two, then the full girth of the eight or nine inches filling her up- she supported herself with both hands on the railing, banging her hips against his with each thrust. She seemed to be in a continual state of orgasm, her body quaking and screaming in passion, a feeling she had never, ever came close to before. She concentrated on breathing, of feeling every inch of that beautiful cock, and revelled in the waves of orgasm that seemed to define her new existence. She was ready now, thirsty, aching for cum and she told him, the stranger who filled her up, a man she had not even seen the face of, that she wanted it.
“Cum on my face,” she ordered. “Cum on my fucking face.”
This is what she needed and as he pulled out, she twisted around, falling to her knees and opening her mouth. She still didn’t look at him, only focusing on the throbbing piece of meat inches from her face, the full girth, the glistening head and the hand that worked it professionally and eagerly, and as the cum exploded she thrust herself into it, tasting it on her tongue and lips, her cheeks and nose and face and eyes and hair, wanting to drown in it, to soak up every single sperm cell of strength, to satisfy the craving of the Storm. She would never be the same, this she knew. But in a way, as the energy crackled through her body, and the hot cum dripped from her lips to the tarred roof, she wondered if she even cared.

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The Space Creature

In space no one can hear you scream. Allison, is on a mission in space to check out a blackhole eating a star and to get readings. However, a creature capable of living in a blackhole waits to pounce on the ship.

Science-Fiction

Organism X – Ch. 04

With more than one infected girl, the situation with the parasites begins to grow more dire. Leah, recognizing her new power, begins to seek out new hosts for the creatures growing within her while Megan tries to find an old crush.