Experience
This story was the winning entry in the 2000 competition. I'm sure you can see why. Above you can see the picture Niceman created to accompany it.
MEETING
Earth, early autumn of 2476, according to the old Gregorian calendar. For the past roughly three centuries, the world has been a generally nasty place to live in. Sometime in the late 22nd century, someone pushed the wrong button, and a global biochemical war broke out. (Nuclear weapons had been gone since the Canberra Treaty of 2047.) The war lasted for a week. By then, all governments had fallen prey to various artificial diseases, and generally the only human survivors were people situated in middle-of-nowhere places, far from any strategic targets. After 250 years, the biohazard was practically nullified, as the human race had evolved immunity to the various forms of sludge that still were around. That is, those who were still human... In the year 2450, the widespread mutants were no longer possible to ignore, and general hunting licenses were provided by the so-called "Warlords" in the more densely populated areas. The licenses weren't cheap, but if you had one, it was an excellent way to make money - dead mutants paid big bucks, as long as your papers were in order. No license, no reward. Then, there was a new threat that nobody had even perceived. From time to time, young girls were found torn apart, seemingly by strong, thick cables. These deaths were generally blamed on the mutants, but not everyone bought that story. Today, people lived generally by their wits, or not at all; food was getting scarcer every day, even though the occasional cache of hermetics was uncovered.
Minnie was aptly named. Her diminutive frame stood barely 5'2 in her desert boots. Reddish hair brushed her narrow shoulders and constantly fell into her eyes, an irritation which she endured because it helped frame her delicate heart-shaped face and took attention away from a rather snub nose and the spray of freckles on her pale ivory cheeks. Although slender, she was still all woman, a fact attested to by a pair of prominent tip-tilted breasts, each crowned by a rosy nipple. Naked there was barely an ounce of surplus fat on her body. Her lean waist tapered out only marginally to slim hips and a small, taut bottom, while clearly defined muscles moved beneath the svelte skin of her thighs without detracting from her femininity. But don't let her innocent looks and small body deceive you. Minnie hadn't survived this long without learning the harsh realities of life in this barren wasteland. Raped at 15 by her mother's boyfriend of the moment, she had left home soon after by mutual consent. After all, her mother was in her mid-forties and good protectors were becoming harder to find. Now 21, she carried an automatic on one hip and a long hunting knife on the other. She knew how to use both and she had used them on many occasions, either to wound or to kill. Any man who ignored the steady gaze of her green eyes and saw only a helpless female was in for a nasty shock. Her converted ATV contained all her possessions and was her home and her life. How she had obtained the vehicle and how she found supplies of fuel and spares are subjects which she tends to dodge in conversation. Sometimes she met a man or a woman she liked on her travels and their paths would merge for a week or a month. Then Minnie would be alone again and mostly she preferred it that way.
And once more, we return to the early autumn of 2476. Minnie was speeding along an old road. Had she ever had an interest in history, she might have realized it was the legendary Route 66, but all she was concerned with was getting from A to B, never mind where she drove to get there. For that matter, the locations of A and B were less important, as well. Suddenly she put her foot hard down on the brakes, and the ATV came to a screeching halt. She stuck her head out the window and frowned at the form in the middle of the road. "Oy, get out of the way!"
The form moved, and revealed itself to be a tall man, reasonably handsome, and, miracle of all miracles, elegantly dressed in clothes that seemed to have been designed half a millennium ago. "My pardon. I was not aware that this was a transport vein." "Yeah, well, it is. Now move." He stepped casually aside, supporting himself on a cane with a silver handle. Minnie stared, slackjawed. Silver didn't come cheap these days, and this guy had enough of it to spend it on a walking stick? "Hey, tell me your name, and I'll give you a ride, 'kay? You seem decent enough... but try anything funny, and I'll rip your head off." He shrugged, mumbled something that Minnie interpreted as "Rob", and made his way to the door, flingin a gray satchel over his shoulder. "I thank thee, milady. And I assure thee, I will try nothing funny. For that matter, I do not know of any humor I might possess." Minnie stared for a moment, then burst into giggles. "That's not what I meant, silly." Rob sat there beside her, looking completely at a loss. "It was not? Then what did thou mean? Thy language does confuse me at times; it is not my strongest subject." Minnie quirked a brow at him.
"I see... let me be blunt. You try anything I don't approve of, you find yourself with a few new orifices the next morning." Realization seemed to dawn upon Rob. "Ah, thou mean, if I were to attempt anything... untoward against thee. Fear not, I mean no harm." "Right." Minnie idly wondered where this guy came from, as she started the ATV again. This guy was definitely polite; damn near unique in this day and age, and he was quite good lookin' as well. "So, where you from, Rob?" "A place I doubt thee to have ever heard of... in thy language, it would be called Calm Haven. It is truly a serene place, quite unlike these... wastelands that we cross right now." "So why'd you leave?" "Our Leader proclaimed we should all go out and gain experience in this world. Soon, I shall be heading home again." "I see. Some sort of religious shelter?" "Thou might call it that... it is an age-old society. Only recently were we made aware of this world, this... grim ruin of a civilization." "I see what you mean... it's not much to look at." "Oh, but I beg to differ. It is much to look at. The sight is just... not pretty." "No kidding."
They drove for hours, conversation pretty much dying out at that point. Eventually, the sun was setting, and Minnie parked the ATV under a convenient rocky outcroping. "Time for some chow. I presume you have some rations of your own...?" Rob smiled, pulling some small, foil-wrapped packages from his satchel. "Verily, I do. These packs contain a full day's rations - how they function is knowledge I never shall assume to acquire." Minnie quirked a brow. "A day's rations in such a small pack? How?" Rob tore off the foil, revealing what seemed to be a small block of compressed something. "As far as I can comprehend this, it is some sort of hypercompressed nutrition compound. I carry sufficient to last until sometime in December, however, I will go home on the 17th of October. If thou wish, thou may have a few packs." Minnie stared hungrily at the block, it was beginning to emit a faint, beeflike scent. Her usual waryness was gone with the wind, and she nodded slowly. "What do you want in return?" Rob smiled. "I demand nothing in return. However, there is one small thing..." "What?" "If it does not inconvenience thee in any manner, I would desire an assurance that I will be at God's Peak by the 16th of October." Minnie frowned. "God's Peak? That's just a hole in the ground. Everybody knows that that hill became a crater when they tested the fusion plant there. And that was... That was on October 17th, 2412, when they tried to make a functional power plant... what do you want there, then?" Rob sighed. "The explosion that day... claimed the lives of several of my kin. I wish to be there on the day. Only then can I go home." Minnie shrank in her seat. "Sorry, I shouldn't have..." "No harm done, milady." And so the meal was completed in silence. Minnie went wide-eyed at the vast range of flavors in the little block of food. Then, after finishing his block, Rob drew a small flute from his pocket. "If thou like, I can play a few tunes. When alone, I often do so after a meal." Minnie nodded lazily, too stuffed to even care. Then, after a few short tunes, she vaguely noticed a puff of golden smoke shooting from the flute and straight into her face. After that... everything became blurry, unreal... a dream? Her eyes slowly slid shut, and she was barely aware of movement in her immediate proximity...
DREAM?
Rob quickly shed his clothes in a single, practiced motion. Then, a scene most people would have run screaming away from took place: Rob's arms and legs split lengthwise into five thick tentacles each. Then, four quite phallic tentacles grew from his crotch area; to thick, to slightly thinner. Gently slipping the flute back into the pocket of his discarded jacket, the tentacles that had once been arms picked up Minnie as though she weighed no more than an average ragdoll. Slowly feeling their way around her clothes, they quickly located the buttons, zippers and catches that held the outfit together. Within half a minute, Minnie was suspended in midair, stark naked. Rob smiled, a hungry, feral grin. Four of his arm-tentacles were busy holding Minnie spread-eagled in the air, but, barring a few needed to stand on, he still had a dozen left. Plus, of course, his four breeding tendrils. Slowly, almost taunting in their motions, a couple of feelers stretched their way around to caress Minnie's back, while another pair went straight for her firm breasts, which were already showing early signs of arousal. As a fifth tentacle started gingerly following the smooth line of her jaw, Minnie's eyes slid open, in shock. She opened her mouth to say something (or to scream; the difference was lost on Rob), but before she had the time to make any sound, one of the two thinner breeding tendrils shot up and thrust itself into her mouth, forcing her to give a daemonic blowjob. Her mind reeled; what she felt was not merely impossible, but terrifying. This... abomination... that stood before her, raping her mouth... was starting to really turn her on. As another tentacle started teasing her thighs, she shuddered in her first involuntary orgasm. Then, as the throes of extacy were fading, she stiffened. Something was poking at her butt; she then realized two tentacles were gently pulling her asscheeks apart. For a moment she wondered why. Then, as realization dawned upon her, it was too late. The second thinner phallus buried itself deeply in her colon. Her mind reeled, and she sank back into unconciousness. When she came to, she found herself still suspended, but now, the two thicker breeding tendrils were buried in her pussy, feeling more than anything as though they were trying to make their way into her ovaries. She shuddered in another orgasm, and a part of her mind, far down in a part she never explored anyway, realized that by all measn, she should have been dry and sore long ago, if the outside light level was any indication. Obviously, the phallic tentacles were somehow self-lubricating. Then, a final orgasm shook her with thunderous force, and she felt the tendrils in her throat, cunt and anus pulse and shudder, as they ejaculated what felt like quarts of some thick, gooey fluid. Minnie's last thought before she passed out again was Oh, great! In nine months, I'll give birth to a kraken! Then, the rest was lost in oblivion.
MORNING
Minnie slowly opened her eyes, looking out the window above her. The sun is already high in the sky... must be almost noon... Then, she felt her head hurt, as though a the lumberjacks' guild were having a grand lodge meeting. As she started turning her head to look around in the ATV, she suddenly remembered flashes... Rob playing on his flute... Rob suddenly having tentacles instead of arms and legs... Rob raping her with four dicks at the same time... and then, as if on cue, Rob opened the door and got inside, smiling. "Ah, good morning, milady. Thou had me worried last night." Minnie glowered.
"What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Do. To. Me. Last. Night?" Rob shrank back slightly, seemingly puzzled. "I did thee no harm, milady. I assure thee..."
"What happened, then? Why do I have vivid memories of you turning into some sort of mutated squid and raping me over and over?" Rob's eyes lit up, as though understainding finally came through. "Ah, now I know what ailed thee this night. It was the rations I gave thee." Minnie got to her feet slowly, threatening, reaching for her knife. "You drugged the rations?" Rob stepped back, twirling his cane and swatting the knife from Minnie's hand as she held it ready to stab. "Forgive me, milady, but of those packs, one in ten thousand, on average, is faulty. It does occur that imperfect foodstuffs are sent to the compressor, and it is in those rare cases that preservatives in the pack react and form a hallucinogenic aphrodisiac." Minnie glared and retrieved her knife, shoving it back into its sheath. "Let's assume I believe that story. Why do I remember being fucked senseless?" Rob sighed. "Milady, I told thee - the compound substance is a hallucinogenic aphrodisiac. Thy senses become confused, and often images of thine greatest fears or deepest desires are brought to surface. I know naught of what thou experienced; all I saw was thee, writhing on the floor. I am no expert medic, but my first guess was an epileptic seizure, though this guess was discarded when I saw thee twitching in extacy. It was all I could do to carry thee onto thy couch, or bed, or what thou choose to call it, and hold thee there, lest thou hurt thyself." Minnie frowned and held a hand pressed toward her right temple. "One in ten thousand, you say? All right, I'll believe you. Now, let's get moving, shall we?" "Delighted to, milady." "Oh, and Rob?" "Yes?" "Can't you please try to do something about something about that accent of yours? I mean, it's charming an' all, but it's weirding me out!" Rob shrugged. "I try to learn new phrases, and their uses, but thou must admit, it is a rather complex and illogically constructed language." "Second the motion, pal, but there's nothing we can do about it." "True." The ATV roared out onto the remnants of Route 66, and started heading for a specific destination, for once. Over the next few days, they talked a lot, they shared Rob's marvellous rations, and Minnie started to notice the budding signs of renewing life for the first time - a dandelion poking its head up through the asphalt here, an old, weathered tree starting to shoot green leaves, probably for the first time in aeons... though it was technically autumn, the regular summer/winter climate changes had been completely messed up for decades. These days, it was mostly a steady 85 degrees outside every day, according to the occasional radio transmissions that were beginning to pop up from time to time. Rob smiled delightfully at the proof that the world was beginning to get itself back on track again, though he never answered any questions about where he came from. At least, not with clear answeres. Minnie had pretty much given up on the whole issue, or rather, non-issue, as she felt it was. To top it off, she was starting to grow a bit annoyed - almost a month, and he hadn't even tried to make a pass at her. Maybe she had frightened him off too efficiently that first day? On the 15th of October, the ATV parked about 50 miles from God's Peak, pulling into an old, abandoned warehouse. That night, things happened. Fast.
SHOCKS
Minnie was checking the air pressure in her tires when she heard something rustle beside her. Smiling to herself, she guessed that Rob had finally built up the courage. As she turned her head and was about to wiggle her ass, she screamed, her voice echoing throughout the building. Then, a scaly hand clamped over her mouth, and another started tugging at her clothes, while a second pair was holding her arms still. The figure in front of her seemed to be part beetle, part reptile... and the most hideous thing of it all: its face proved that the monstrosity before her descended from a human. The most revolting part, though, was the bulbous, knobby member that protruded between the mutant's legs. Easily 14 inches long, and thicker than Minnie's wrist, it resembled more than anything a really, really gnarly stick of wood. However, it was clear from the mutant's movements that while he intended to stick it somewhere, vegetation had nothing to do with it. Minnie struggled, and finally the hand on her mouth was pulled away. She only had the time to draw breath for her scream, when the rough phallus was forced down her windpipe. The mutant pawed at her shorts, ripping them off, and was about to cruelly impale Minnie when he was cruelly interrupted. By the silver handle of a walking cane. "Minnie! Inside, quick! Get thy weapons!" Minnie stumbled to the door, vaguely noticing Rob shedding his jacket at a relatively safe distance from the mutant. As Minnie was inside the ATV, gripping her gun, she heard an inhuman scream, followed by a sickening sound, like flesh being ripped apart. Followed by a shower of blood spraying most of the warehouse and all of the ATV's exterior. Minnie gasped. "Jesus, NO!" Making sure her gun was loaded, she steeled herself. "You bastard, Rob was a great guy, and you just tore him apart. You're gonna die a slow, painful death..." Stepping out of the ATV, finger on the trigger, she was anything but prepared for the scene that met her. Rob was wiping the worst blood residue off his arms, and looked glumly at his jacket. Picking it up with two fingers, he sighed. "Milady, have thou any idea how long it will take until I get all the blood washed out of this?" Minnie let her gun sink toward the floor, numbly flicking the safety on with her thumb. "What the fuck did... what did... how..." "How what, milady?" "What the hell did you do to the bastard? It looks like a vortex grenade went off here, except we and the ATV are still in one piece..." Rob exhaled slowly. "It is a technique of self defense everyone is taught back home. It is not permitted in use except in mortal danger." "No shit. Could you teach me?" Rob shook his head. "No. For two reasons. The first being that I am not allowed; only Mentors may teach that technique. The second is that it takes fifteen years to learn. If thou are ever to learn it, it will not be from me." Minnie gawked at the mutant remains that were dripping from walls and ceiling. "Fuck me..."
"I just reduced a mutant to pulp, and thou ask that I..." "Uh, no, it's just an old phrase, not an invitation. Still..." Rob shook his head. "No matter. It would be impossible for me right now... the energy drain is too intense. I suggest we eat first, at the very least." Minnie nodded slowly and followed Rob inside, gun dangling from semi-limp fingers. Slowly, a suspicion started growing in her head. She lazily munched down her food cube and leaned back, feeling stuffed. As she leaned back, and Rob pulled out his whistle, she was determined to try out her new theory.
ANOTHER DREAM?
As Rob's fingers virtually flew over the holes in the whistle, Minnie prepared herself to hold her breath. Then, a wisp of golden smoke blew from the flute and into Minnie's face. She exhaled this time, managing to blow the little cloud away before she breathed any of it. Rob didn't notice, however, and as Minnie faked unconciousness, Rob shed his clothes as he had the night the two had met. Then, as Minnie watched through half-closed eyelids, Rob's limbs split into a nest of tentacles; five for each leg and arm, and four emerging from his groin. She barely stifled a gasp, and then felt herself being lifted from the chair by strong appendages, and several others swiftly manipulating her clothes, undressing her gently. Then, as a half-dozen of the tentacles started caressing various parts of her body, she looked up sharply, catching Rob's gaze. "What do you think you're doing, buster? This time, I'm not buying the 'bad rations' story." Rob paled visibly, then anger and concern became evident on his face. "Thou will wish thou had inhaled the drug. Now, thy senses will be as sharp as ever." Then, one of the two thinner phalluses forced itself into Minnie's mouth, while more tentacles started massaging, teasing the rest of her body. Minnie noticed that while the lubricating fluid the phallus obviously secreted tasted strange, it was anything but unpleasant. The tendrils massaging her breasts were coiling themselves around her sensitive nipples, and she felt the first orgasm building. Shortly afterward, she was moaning loudly around the breeding tentacle buried in her throat. Then, she felt the other thin phallus nudge at her anus, while two of the 'regular' tentacles spread her buttcheeks. She relaxed, much to Rob's surprise, and he slipped in without resistance. It didn't take many strokes before she was once more writhing in extacy. She craned her neck slightly, trying to see where the two other phalluses were. She almost squealed when she saw them lining up with her cunt, coiling around each other like a rope. Then, she felt then worm their way up her love canal; twisting, turning, giving the word screwing a whole new dimension. She orgasmed twice more before realizing the thicker members were still working within her, seeking to enter her womb. She felt them tease the opening of her womb, luring it to open wide, and then they managed to slip inside, moving around inside her like whirling dervishes. She felt the next climax wrestling with her conciousness, and soon she slid into the vast reaches of oblivion.
ANSWERS
Minnie woke up slowly, releasing an exhausted sigh. She cast a glance at the little clock/calendar terminal on the dashboard. She had been unconcious for almost thirty-six hours. It was already dawn of the 17th, and she cursed loudly, looking around for any sign of Rob. Nowhere. It took a few seconds before she realized she was not only alone; she was also stark naked. Muttering a curse, she picked her clothes up from the floor and put them on, climbing into the driver's seat. Then she roared out of the warehouse and headed for God's Peak. It didn't take her long; she got there within half an hour. Then, she saw something weird going on. And Rob was walking toward it. Minnie started running toward whatever the shimmering blue light was, and tackled Rob with ferocity she didn't know she had. "Alright, pal. You ain't going anywhere until I get an explanation. And it better be good." Rob turned his head slowly, looking up at the enraged woman on his back. "I feared this might happen... very well, the truth it is. My name is not Rob, as thou have been calling me, but Rhybdh. My kind lives in a world that lies parallell to thine; we would never have known of thy world had not the God's Peak plant exploded. The energy released in the blast was strong enough to tear a hole between the two worlds, and we, who apparently were the only ones to notice, started making research trips to this side. It was soon discovered that the females of thy species were virtually identical to ours, even genetically. However, thy males barely resembled my kind, though we were able to mimic their appearance. For the past two hundred generations, the females of my kind have become somewhat of a problem; they have been growing physically frail, compared to us males. There were several incidents where males, in the throes of extacy, had torn the female apark with his tentacles, tentacles that evolved to hold the female in place during mating, to prevent injury." "So why do you have to go rape us instead?" Rhybdh sighed. "As I said, our Leader demanded we go out and gain experience... we have discovered several such parallell worlds, and my kind makes trips to those worlds just as often as we explore this one. We found that the females of thy species is slightly frailer than our own, and so it was decided that thee were excellent for practice." "So you just use us as training dummies? That's pathetic!" Rhybdh shook his head. "Thou do not understand, and I cannot blame thee. My kind, we mate for life. When a male tears his female apart, he remains truly alone for the reast of his life. And our average life expectancy is roughly 400 years; most of us mate before we pass 40." A gleam of understanding shone in Minnie's eyes. "So you do it partly to save the species, then? Well... I can't really put you down as evil for it, but... say, did you say your females were genetically identical to us? Does that mean your climate matches earth?" Rhybdh shrugged. "The climate of my world matches the climate of this one before the disaster that destroyed so much of it. The air is quite easily breathable for human lungs, I presume - it certainly works the other way." "Then I'm going with you. You're not mated, are you?" Rhybdh looked dumbfounded. "No, we generally do not seek out mates before we learn properly to hold a female without ripping her apart." "Good. 'Cause I'm not about to let the best fuck of my life get away that easily." Rhybdh grinned. "I believe I can live with that arrangement. Though... there is one thing." "What?" "Can thou please do something about thy accent? I mean, it is charming, in its way, but..." Minnie giggled. "...It's driving you crazy. Compromise?" Rob looked like he was giving it some serious thought. "Done."