I re-read a story I wrote some time ago. Then I decided to write some more. If this post's format screws up on 7chan then I apologize, this is my first time posting here.
Since some people may want or need to track this story or other stories I may post, I’ll go by the pen name "Rachael Avarie" here rather than Anonymous. This is the first story/writing I’m sharing with the world, so feedback is especially appreciated.
I considered writing this in first person, but I may be switching point of views, so I’ll stick with third person. I’ll also be writing with spacing between paragraphs because I’m not sure if websites such as this will allow for tab indentation. I’ll leave no line spaces between multiple quotes except between some extra large paragraphs, and will merely use a double star ** to indicate a new speaker, as necessary. Double inverted commas indicate speech; single inverted commas indicate thought, normally. Now although this story is rated as science fiction, I’ve made an effort to make it seem as realistic as possible. I’ve tried to make the character reactions to the unnatural as accurate as a real person’s reaction would be, though at points I’ve had to tone it down to forgo to write too much “gasp, shock, horror, ugh!” character reactions. Hints: the first chapter isn’t very erotic, but the second chapter will have scenes that, hopefully, ‘deliver’ (if you know what I mean ;)
Splurb: Julia is an ordinary 17-year-old girl. She gets implanted with a biological creature that attaches itself to her and starts growing. Don’t want to put too many spoilers here otherwise.
Tags: tentacle(s), f/f, f/m, science fiction
Chapter 1
Tuesday, school was out. Julia Sharinotte hated this walk home. That wasn’t to say it was sleazy, nor impossibly far, but something seemed off about one particular building. She’d be damned if she was going to walk around the block, however. Julia walked swiftly, ignoring the sights and the smells around her. Her mother was a quarter Japanese, though they’d all been born in the US. She considered herself an average girl, definitely of average height, though prettier than average, with long dirty-blonde hair, pale blue-green eyes. Her face had a touch of freckles, and she had B-cups, wrapped onto a slender, 17-year old frame. Her best friend certainly didn’t consider her average; she was always gushing about how gorgeous she was, about how unfair it was that she didn’t have to wear makeup. Oh Julia wore makeup, the tiniest amount she considered healthy, but she hated eyeliner. In her opinion, it destroyed a person’s face, more often than not.
The rumble of an eighteen-wheeler rumbled past, along the wide, two-carriage street. A jackhammer shattered the afternoon for a moment, and as it ended, the normal hubbub of nearby voices and engines were again clear. She grimaced, and was interrupted as she reached toward her mp3 player.
“Hey, could you give me a hand here?” A man – no, a boy, perhaps a few years older than her, wearing a construction helmet, was trapped in the most awkward position. She shuffled over, grabbing the iron beam that had slid down, trapping his arm and leg. He was holding a bucket of paint and brush with his other hand, with nothing to hang the paint on to. He couldn’t very well drop the paint.
“Oof, that’s heavy.” She grunted, easing up a bit, and allowing her one hand to slide slowly along the smooth shaft. His breath caught. She bit her lower lip, maneuvering her waist carefully beneath him and the shaft, trying to gain more leverage. He grimaced at her apologetically. Finally the beam slid free.
** “Sorry about that.” The smiling boy said, putting the paint down. “It collapsed and the guys are way over there.” He jabbed a thumb behind him.
** “Are you hurt?” She queried, checking his arm. He withdrew it, seemingly cautious.
** “I’ll be alright.” Then he laughed. “I was supposed to wait for someone else to be nearby before I climbed up, but I got impatient. Say, what’s your name?” She told him. “Hey thanks a lot Julia. Oh I’m Trent.” He smiled again, holding out his hand. She reached to shake, but he hastily withdrew it. “Oh damn I’m sorry, I’m sure you don’t want your hand dirty.” He laughed again and she grinned.
** “Too late, lifting that bar already did that,” she admitted.
** “Oh, well in that case would you help carry something with me? Those guys are going to take forever to finish installing that generator, and if I can just get this moved, I can carry on with my work.” His face fell when he realized what he’d said. “Atch, I always talk before thinking. I can’t expect you to carry that.”
** “Hell yeah you can.” She retorted. “Is it heavy?”
** “Well not particularly, just awkward.” He said, shifting uncomfortably. Suddenly he jolted, as if electrocuted. “Hey! If you help me carry it then I get to take you out to lunch some time; how’s that?” She took half a step back, and looked him over properly this time. He was cute; oh yes, it was tempting.
** “I have school.” An excuse, any excuse – she didn’t want to appear too eager.
** “Oh that’s no problem, how about Saturday?” She pretended to think it over.
** “That could… should work.” Her stomach unexpectedly did a backflip. ‘I must be crazy!’ She thought.
** “Can I give you my number?” He asked, grinning again.
** “Sorry, my mom is anal about my phone getting stolen, I’m not allowed to take it to school.”
** “Nothing to write it down on?”
** “Nope. No homework today so my books are all at school.” She shook her head firmly, but then felt her face brighten. “I have a good memory.”
** “Alright,” he muttered, whipping out a Nokia. “Can’t even remember my own number. Ok, to be fair, it’s a new one.” He peeled off the number, and she had to ask him to repeat it once.
** “Cool, now let’s move this thing.” She booted the iron shaft.
** “Roger!” After some difficulty lifting it to shoulder height, she found somewhat easier to carry than she’d been expecting. They moved further down a sidestreet into the shade and set it at head height, resting on a holder.
** “Great, thanks a lot, now I can climb up.” They stood there uncomfortably for a moment, then he smirked and double pointed her. “Don’t forget!”
** “I won’t!” She chuckled, backing off with a wave.
** “Write it down!” He jogged off to retrieve his paint. Sighing, she glanced behind herself at the dark street. She was somewhat athletic, and with her slim figure she was hardly uncomfortable jogging across the narrow street. It would be much easier to cross here than at the intersection. She was right the way across when she realized this meant she’d have to pass right by that horrible building. She glanced back toward the boy - Trent, and her stomach flipped again. No, she was not going back there. He would think she was a doozie. ‘Strut’, She told herself. Elegance was a sure sign of confidence. She’d practiced this before, and turned her walk into an almost-sashay. It was subtle enough to appear natural. Her mind strayed back to her music, and she was going for her mp3 player when she was interrupted a second time by that dratted jackhammer. Then a dark figure stepped out of a doorway.
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The scientist was exhilarated. He had finished a massive series of tests on various animals, and had finally perfected his specimen. It was long past time for him to test a human subject. Unfortunately, there was zero chance he would get any volunteers. He certainly wasn’t going to be the first human test himself. He had planned various strategies for hours now. Unfortunately, while he was brilliant at biology and advanced genetics, he was a complete fluke when it came to interacting with other people. Maybe that had something to do with why he always preferred working alone. Of course, this project made that a necessity.
He had taken to peering out of his doorway, holding the door open at a crack. He would snag the first suitable subject who walked by. It was crude, and it would give his game away to the person he took. It would probably bring the cops down on him as well, but he had a secure holding area. They would not find his human subject.
He’d had a big fallout with the scientific community once before, and he’d had to change his identity. He could do that again – he still had his contacts, and when he was finished with his first human subject, they would be released and he would disappear. He wouldn’t have to kill anyone if he was lucky.
He was at the doorway for barely thirty seconds when a girl approached. It was much brighter outside, so whereas he could see her easily, she would probably not notice him until it was too late. A jackhammer had started up, and he seized his chance. He exited naturally, nodding to her as she approached, and made as if to pass her by. She passed him, keeping her head stiffly and self-consciously straight ahead, and suddenly he was on her other side, crab-walking her toward his door. She never had a chance to run, he seized her thin arm in a strong grasp, and she squealed, trying to elbow him. Within two seconds he had shoved her inside and slammed the door shut, sliding a bolt into place. She blinked in the dimness, and began to glance about frantically. He grabbed her again and dragged her struggling and screaming to his apparatus.
After strapping her in, he swiftly jabbed her with a needle. He winched the girl into a lying-down position even as she passed out.
After snapping gloves on, he reached a test tube, carefully withdrew a purplish worm-like creature, with fluorescent blue blotches on it. This was the third generation of his one hundred and sixteenth modification. The DNA indicated nothing had changed between the first and third generation, so it was most likely stable. He had considered taking it to a fifth generation, but there was no point in dragging it out if it was incompatible with a human. This particular specimen had been birthed several days ago, and had reached a size of almost three inches. It was still narrow, being less than one inch in width.
He dropped it back in the test tube, and rested the rube upright, carefully balanced on the apparatus. Then he moved to the girl, un-strapping her completely. He unbuckled and unzipped her denim shorts, and swiftly dragged them down her legs and off her feet. She had a pad. He shifted it aside, and then plied her legs widely apart, giving him clear access. He reached for the test tube again – the little bugger was crawling slowly up the glass – and emptied the worm-like critter onto his gloved palm.
Carefully, ever so carefully, he unfolded the girl’s labia, and then pushed the wriggling purple specimen against her opening. It entered slowly, and his breath hitched. Then it seemed to realize there was nothing blocking it, and it crawled deeper, soon disappearing inside her. He released her lower lips gently, replaced her pad, and pulled her panties and shorts back on, zipping and bucking the shorts.
The scientist was an avid coffee drinker; his own personal drug, and he felt the stirrings now. He’d had to drop from three phases down to two-phase electricity because his bills were racking up. Cursing softly, he headed into the kitchen and turned on the gas stove. He had made one mistake with the project. He’d forgotten to increase the drug dosage enough for a human subject. He never heard the girl stir slightly as he left her; nor did he take much notice of the pungent smell of gas in the kitchen. It was the last mistake he ever made. As he struck a match, the explosion was so violent he was flung to the other side of the room, and then the fire began to spread rapidly, lapping at the cold wood.
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Julia came to slowly. A loud boom occurred, and a cushion of hot air hit her shortly after. She struggled to overcome the drug, finally managing to sit up. After another woozy moment, her sense returned slightly stronger, and she realized that something was horribly wrong. One look behind her at the flames lapping at the ceiling in the next room sparked her adrenaline, and she staggered away from the smoke now pouring out. Two more booms indicated more gas bottles exploding. She reached an iron door and banged on it frantically with her firsts, before she realized it was bolted on the inside. She flung the door open and half ran, half staggered. She ran and ran, not stopping until she got home.
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She told nobody. Her mom noticed she seemed a bit offish at dinner, but otherwise Julia pretended that everything was perfectly fine. She’d had a scalding shower shortly after getting home, helping to slow the shaking and sooth her nerves somewhat. All in all, she was feeling almost normal again as she got into bed. She checked herself for being raped, but her virginity was intact. She breathed a sigh of relief, and started rubbing herself until warm flushes swept through her. Knowing this would soothe her nerves further, she rubbed until the warm flushes reached a crescendo, and she clutched the blankets tightly with one hand as her breath caught. She’d been right; it did calm her nerves, allowing her to drift off to sleep sooner.
By now the little purple wormlike creature had burrowed deep into her left ovary, and had already sent out tiny protrusions, attaching itself firmly inside. It sent out more tiny feelers, ever so slowly, connecting itself to her vessels, allowing it to leech slowly but surely off her blood. Some time past midnight it set about converting the stolen blood into a different kind of substance.
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Julia woke full of vitality and happiness. She was confused for a while as to why she was so happy, then remembered Trent the construction worker from yesterday. She stretched out her arms above her in glee. It would be her first proper date. Her parents were strict on those principles, though they had promised to ease up when she had turned sixteen. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, for her parents at least, she had been far too busy with studies to be paying much attention to boys.
She threw her covers off and hurried off for the bathroom and then some breakfast, jumping down the three stairs on the landing.
She had grumbled a few months back about getting her own car, but her father was busy working with a contract, and he would only be paid in full once it was finished. She’d settled to walking to school – after all, it was only five blocks. She only wished it didn’t make her look like a poor kid. This morning however, Sandy picked her up. Her best friend sat honking in the driver’s seat of her mom’s convertible, with a grin-full of teeth from ear to ear. Julia slapped her a high-five as she climbed into the passenger seat. Sandy was a redhead, about as fiery as they come, and she had at least five times as many freckles as Julia did. Her blazing green eyes were all the more fantastic with the thin eyeliner she usually employed.
Julia wasted no time in filling her in on her meeting with Trent, and to her credit, Sandy seemed almost as excited for her as she was for herself. They were still discussing possibilities when they drove past the building Julia had been kidnapped in. She had told no one about that episode, and planned to keep it secret. Sandy slowed the vehicle as they both turned in their seats to stare at the building – or rather, the pile of smoldering ash and rubble. A seemingly abandoned fire truck was parked on the far side of the one-lane side street. Sandy made a casual comment and Julia laughed nervously in response. They drove on by.
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The rest of the day went by without a hitch. Julia felt several twinges in her lower stomach throughout the day, but she paid them no mind. Math, Physics, and English all passed by like a tornado, and she found herself sitting at lunch break, drinking soda through a straw, arguing and laughing with Sandy, Iola, and Vivka. Iola was a petite brunette, whereas Vivka was a dark-haired Russian girl. The four of them usually hung out together during break, and they had had group sleepovers together in the past.
The bell went and they dived back into classes. As the hours passed by Julia definitely felt stronger stirrings inside her, but there was no pain. Oddly enough, her first reaction was arousal, but again, she tried to ignore them. She felt several hot flushes on the drive back home with Sandy, and again during dinner. For the second night in a row her mom found her strangely quiet at the table. Then she was off to her room, this time with homework, which she attacked with voracity.
She had a panic attack as she realized she had forgotten to write Trent’s number down last night. Her mind shifted into reverse, and she sat with a pen poised above a torn-off paper for a full minute before writing the number neatly. She chucked the scrap of paper into a drawer and showered, getting ready for bed.
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The next day she felt strange, almost light-headed. Sandy was nowhere to be seen, so she conceded to walking. Every few steps brought a hot flush, and worse, some moisture was leaking out of her neither region. ‘What’s going on? I’m not due for a period for another two weeks or so!’ She thought, trying to mull it over. Thankfully the pad was more than enough, and she had a spare in her bag, which she now carried slung over one shoulder.
She found it hard to concentrate in classes with the flushes, and at more than one point she found herself getting inexplicably aroused. She was her usual self at lunch, talking animatedly, but it was all an act. Inside she felt bizarre. ‘Is this what it feels like to be high on drugs?’ Her thoughts wandered. She found herself pinching her legs together as a particularly strong flush rushed through her.
** “You alright Jules?” Sandy asked, concern on her freckled face.
** “Yeah just, you know…” Julia replied, grimacing.
** “Right, sorry.” Sandy went back to her wrapped chocolate bar. Julia decided not to eat anything, but her soda was so good that she went back for seconds.
After lunch it got worse. Her pad had reached saturation point, and she replaced it with the spare. Julia found herself sitting next to Alexis in Geography, and her mind began to do bizarre things. It was as if she was slowly sliding out of sync with reality. Alexis jabbed her in the ribs and she yanked her concentration back into place with a huge lurch.
** “Well Julia?” The teacher repeated, tapping a ruler on one hand.
** “Scandinavia.” Alexis breathed, holding a hand casually in front of his mouth. Julia repeated what he’d said out loud, and the teacher nodded, moving on.
A moment after she relaxed control on her mind, it began sliding out of sync again. She felt a silly grin sliding onto her face as the feeling intensified, and she experimented, pulling her concentration back into place. It snapped back immediately. She let it slip, pulled back, and kept it up for some time, barely concentrating on the lesson. At one point she tried letting go for as long as possible, and she slid into a hazy delirium; it felt awesome. The entire class was swimming. After she’d pulled herself back to cognitive thought, Alexis looked at her strangely.
** “You on weed?”
** “Nope.” She suppressed a giggle.
** “Damn, I was hoping you’d have some spare. Sorry, you looked for a moment there like you were under some serious chronic stuff.”
She made an effort to see the rest of the class through without sinking into that feeling again. Every time she began sinking, an extremely pleasant tickling sensation fluttered all over her head, focusing on her brain. It was not too hard to hold it off – barely harder than keeping her eyes focused in a specific direction, but it was so tempting to sink again.
She had more homework, so she slugged her bag onto her shoulder on her way out the last class, bypassing the locker room. Walking home helped keep her mind clear, for the most part, but once home she collapsed on the sofa and sank into the delirium once again. The hot flushes had eased up a bit on the way home, but now they were back. The delirium pounded through her with each heartbeat, and her eyes slid half shut. She could not tell how long she’d been there when someone shook her. She opened her eyes and her mom was there. Great, her dad was also there, she’d been looking forward to his return. It took her a moment to notice the concern and shock on their faces. Her mom was saying something but it came out all garbled.
Julia yanked hard on her mind, clutching at sanity. It was like sliding up a long tunnel to the surface.
** “Sorry, what did you say?”
** “Are you on drugs?” Her mom said, almost franticly.
** “What? No, of course not.” Julia replied, sitting up hastily.
** “Are you feeling alright?” Her dad asked. She was about to reply when the strongest flush yet shot through her, making her eyes widen slightly. It was… almost painful.
** “Not exactly. I keep getting these hot flushes.” Her mom was about to speak, but she shook her head. “No it’s not that. I’m not due for two weeks.” If possible, this made her mom even more frantic.
** “Could you be pregnant?!” Julia stared at her, gaping.
** “That’s not possible. I’ve never been with…” She struggled to finish. “I’m still a virgin!” She almost shouted.
** “That’s ok, we believe you.” Her dad hushed her, and rested a hand on her mom’s shoulder, calming her too. Julia felt the feathery tickles around her mind again and she pushed them away. Something was wrong with her. It must have shown on her face.
** “I’m going to take you to the doctor. It’s not too late.” Her dad said, looking at his watch.
The trip ended up taking longer than usual. The doctor spent ages testing and re-testing. He made her sink into the delusional state three times before he was satisfied that he had recorded all the symptoms. He asked a multitude of questions, and the only thing she left out was that she’d been kidnapped. He ended up referring her to a specialist. Her dad was there the whole time, and he agreed. The doctor scheduled a meeting with the specialist in a nearby hospital for the next day.
She wasn’t too sure about eating anything that evening, but she was glad once her parents forced her to eat a little. It was normal casserole, her mom had made it a hundred times before, but the flavor literally exploded in her mouth. It was so delicious it almost made her eyes water from the intensity. She complemented her mom profusely while her dad called in on work, explaining his absence on the morrow. She ended up having seconds, which was just as good as the first small helping, and even the water she drank afterward tasted better than usual, which was strange, considering water was not supposed to have any taste to start with.
Feeling rejuvenated, she continued to ignore the hot flushes as she had a long, soaking shower. The strange feelings had made her aroused so much during the day that she was almost desperate to get some relief, so she turned the water down to a lukewarm trickle, and lay down, peeling her labia apart and allowing the water to hit her just so. Just because she could do so, she allowed herself to sink into delirium as she neared climax. She was deep under when the explosion shook her, and it seemed to stretch on forever. Afterward she pulled her mind back to the surface, and got slowly to her feet. That had been the most intense orgasm she’d ever felt. It wasn’t normal for her to masturbate this often, but ever since those strange feelings had started she’d felt so much… different, than before.
Sleep was not easy. There was no way she could relax herself enough to fall asleep without sinking into delirium, so she had no choice but to let go. She’d been slightly afraid of this, but realized that there was nothing she could do about it.
The awesome tickling sensations began, pulling her slowly under, and she felt her breathing slow. She sighed as her mind sank deeper and deeper down that tunnel. Finally she sank into the deepest delirium.
She had strange lucid dreams after a while, and twice woke, the first time not even bothering to pull out of delirium before falling asleep again. The second time she didn’t have much choice, as she had to go to the bathroom. She was annoyed at herself for drinking so much water after dinner.
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Julia woke on a cold Friday morning to her father softly knocking on her open door. She was still half delirious as she sat up, and she took a couple of seconds to respond to him. It was already eight thirty, and they had to leave soon. She rushed off to get something to eat, and then they were in the car.
Her dad stopped by the school to inform them of her absence. Julia had just made a splendid discovery. She sank into delirium –while- listening to her mp3’s. That had her fully occupied while her dad drove the rest of the way to the hospital. He looked a bit worriedly at her once or twice as she giggled vaguely. For the first time, she wasn’t one hundred percent certain she wanted to be cured. She would surely miss this feeling.
All too soon they arrived at the white thirty-floor building. She kept her mind in focus now in order to walk properly, and they entered the reception area, and were directed to a waiting room. A while later they were called through to a private office-like area, where the specialist greeted them. He had been forwarded the reports the doctor had made yesterday, and repeated one or two tests on Julia.
** “I’m going to have to make a couple of x-rays, is that alright?”
** “You’re the boss.” Her dad said, nodding.
** “Right this way please, miss Julia.” The specialist had her lie on a white platform, and then moved a machine above her. The x-rays took a few moments to develop, and once finished, he stared at them for a long time.
** “There is another scanning method I used here.” The specialist began. “We don’t normally ask permission to do this scan, because unlike x-rays, it is non harmful to the body. This one gives us a clearer view of what is happening.” He looked up at them. “I don’t like it. There is something badly wrong. I wouldn’t write off cancer, but it seems next to impossible that we are dealing with cancer here. In fact, the best guess I can make at this point is that you have a malignant life form inside you.” Julia glanced at her dad worriedly. “This does not seem to be anything your own body has spawned.”
** “Can it be removed?” Her dad asked.
** “Most likely.” The specialist nodded, glancing at the sheet again. “It appears to have attached itself to Julia to a certain degree.” His face grew more alarmed the longer he looked at the sheet. Then he looked up. “I’m going to have to call an emergency meeting concerning this with some other doctors. Please feel free to wait here and relax.” He indicated some comfy-looking chairs on the side, and then walked swiftly out of the room, clutching several data sheets and the scans in his arms. Julia glanced at her dad.
** “Surgery?” She almost whined. He put an arm around her comfortingly.
** “We will get through this. Be brave.” She nodded warily as another hot flush jolted her system.
The specialist returned with several doctors in tow, two of them female. They were arguing animatedly, and the specialist set the pages on his desk, spreading them out, while the others looked over his shoulders. They were using jargon that was hard for Julia to follow, but one phrase in particular stood out:
** “The specimen, or implant, we could call it, is lodged in her ovary.” Julia shuddered, resisting the urge to clutch her lower stomach. The doctors argued some more, but they slowly seemed to be reaching a consensus. Finally the one walked over to her.
** “Miss Julia?” She nodded nervously. “I’m a surgeon, as is Miss Wilkinson here,” he indicated one of the nurses hovering close by. “We think it would be best to do a local anesthetic and remove the implant with standard surgery. It’s an awkward procedure due to the delicacy of the ovary – that is the problem area, but I’m confident that we can successfully remove the implant.”
** “Implant?” Julia’s dad queried. “Why call it that?”
** “It seems to be a highly evolved form of a Cyrus Fungus. It’s not a real fungus, we just call it that, hence the prefix. It’s impossible to decipher exactly what this thing is unless we can remove it and perform some tests, but that is the closest match we have on database.” He glanced haltingly at the specialist, who stepped forwards.
** “This is not the first time someone has experimented with the Cyrus Fungus.” He began. “The implant inside you isn’t a naturally ‘evolved’ specimen, we’re pretty sure it can be traced back to a rogue scientist, who ironically, died recently - in a fire, two days ago. That was big news in the papers yesterday. The worst part of it is that his entire lab burned to the ground, destroying anything we could use to help identify the properties of this specimen.” The nurse surgeon spoke up.
** “We have contacted the experimentation lab in contract with this hospital, and will probably transfer the implant to an animal for further testing, once it has been removed from you.” Julia swallowed, starting to feel very nervous.
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That's it for chapter 1. I have more written, should I continue?
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