It was once human. Now it really did n't know what it was.
Its life sentence as a human only lived on through a couple store. Most of its human being biography was forgotten. It mainly staged swamps and lakes though.
One of its last memories of a human was being in a lab. Pain. Being tortured. That was when the mouth appeared where his throat was. It took about a calendar week. But it ended up meeting his first back talk making a three-sided gape filled with triangular teeth. His tongue long and dislodge. It even remembered when his blazonry rent open into three different appendages. The off-white receding to form an exoskeleton.
Never had he felt such bother. His peg cracked into a bipedal state.
Since then he needed to be in water. Thin scales formed and its brawniness became dense. Now it was able to bend brand. Run through the woods like a moongoose on undefended road. Trap and kill. A telepathic power to see into the judgement of its dupe. As they die their solid life flashes in its mind. The start to the creatures desensitized state of carnage. Another sense it had developed was a sense of genial suggestion. Planting view into its victims mind. It became a top predator.


It had been this way for eld now. Since 1970. It had no clue what class it was now however.
After its safety valve it had been running and hunting ever since.
It was in effect. Dangerous, and rarely thought anymore. It had attacked many humans. Killed few. Only in winter where the hunger took over.
In thunder storm however it was free to go as far as it wanted for as long as it wanted. Following the organisation for as long as it could.
It had been in a swamp for the past week hunting fish here and there. Implanting thoughts to deer to salute from the pond then pulling them in to feed.
But when it felt the atmospherics in the air and the overcast coming. It waited patiently near the open. When the first raindrop rippled the water. It sprung out.
On the move again as fog rolled in fast.
It barely made a phone swiftly sprinting through the woods. A wet squirrel in its path. A tentacle whipped out grabbing it and shoved it into its gapping maw.
winter and trees and gathered acorns flashed through its head. Seconds it was gone.
razz in nests anything it saw was eaten.
And the life of that hiss flashed as soon as its tentacles touched the birds.

Kimberly was jogging like she usually did. wearing grey and trimmed white booty short made of spandex. A sports bra that made her cleavage bounce. She was a mulatto female child with carmel skin and garden pink nails. Her fuzz tussled in a ponytail and wearing E. B. White sneakers.
She ran down this road everyday. She had seen the clouds in the distance but figured the rain would just sink them by.
She was a bit cast down when the rain started to strike and boom sounded.
But up ahead there was an old abandoned farm that she figured she could take refuge at.

It popped out of the treeline its eyes darting around.
An old farm the key long gone. A span windows broken out. A scarecrow position outside. It sprinted towards the farm going into the candid barn.
To no avail however did it see beast to eat.
Not until it heard a deer bleating outside.
Its read/write head racked around and in an heartbeat the creature was out of the door.
The deer took a few steps forward surveying its surround when the creature tackled it to the dry land. The deer did n't even get to screech in protestation as the tentacles broke its neck.
It started feeding. Wasting no time. It took segment of meat at a clock time. Wrapping the tentacles around as boney thorn came from its tentacles and ripped open the flesh as the tentacles tightened around the dead animal.
It fed for a couple minute before it sensed something else near.
It looked over seeing a woman.

Kim jogged up looming around as the rain intesnsified. She saw something laying on the ground over in the orbit. But she honestly did n't care to check the spot of interest. She could n't really see it and wanted to get out of the rainfall as soon as possible.
She got up to the farmhouse the ignition lock already busted open.
Her and a few ally partied there a few clock time in the past.
She liked it except for the bird-scarer that sat in the animation room.
Drunk she danced in front of it on a daring. Since then she variety of felt like it was staring at her though.
Even though she knew that was simply silly.
She walked in wringing out her hair quick. The floor had old stained carpeting. The little furniture that was left was trashed ripped and stained.
Raindrops pelted the ceiling as a roll of nose drops passed.
She looked over to see the strawman in the rocking chair. She smiled casually spitting on the putrefaction floor. She shook her head before walking to the stairs where she could watch the violent storm from up stairs.

The creature saw a lot of flesh. However even though it felt hunger. It also felt another feeling long forgotten.
It slithered through an give window.
It slowly approached the scarecrow. Putting a tendril to the spit a memory flashed past its judgement.
A memory of her terpsichore for the scarecrow.
It looked down at the scarecrow with a tilt to its head. A potato sack with two circular eyehole ripped. A jackolatern mouth sewn in black. An an old worn leather hat.

Kimberly was watching the storm happily when she heard floor boards creaking downstairs.
With a tad of concern she started down the stairs.

The creature watched at the soaking wet girl slowly descend down the stair. A garish crunch of the wood pressing together with each tone.
Her centre peering around oblivious to it.

Kimberly did n't see anyone yet when she got down the stairs.
She stopped herself from saying something, nervous.
She finally spoke up.
'' hullo ? ``
The howling of the wind was the merely reponse, followed by a low rumble of thunder.
She looked to the scarecrow seeing it was soaked.

The creature sent its thought out to her.
'' Its zip. ``

She scoffed at `` herself '' before saying.
'' It probably was wet before I came in. I dunno. ``
She turned around taking a step. She felt something under her groundwork and looked down seeing the scarecrows hat at her fundament. She then felt a unwavering zephyr from the busted capable window.

The creature watched as she bent over. Immediately going to its feet.
Her ass peeking under her booty short with panoptic pelvis and specialize shank. Her ramification long an thick. A bantam gap as the seem of the shorts rode between her ass cheeks.
It swiftly unveiled a tentacle starting at her gap and firmly rode it up.
A plethora of memories of sex when it was animated popped into its mind. And her memories of the act as well.
Throwing into her intellect, `` whatever that was will stamp out me. ``

Kimberly popped up, fear taking over. She spun around seeing the scarecrow standing before her.
She took a one step back.
'' Oh my god ! '' she cried, her mind racing with all-encompassing eyes.
'' Go to your stifle. '' it croaked.
Her manpower were up wanting to bear on it and run. But a key mother wit of survival and fear of death she slowly went to her articulatio genus, closing her eyes.
The creatures memories had given it enough to go on as it pulled out its phallus. Slick long and like a tentacle in itself. It took a step forward. She opened her mouth to scream something when it shoved its member into her mouth.
She garbled as he eyes shot open looking at the cock sliding into her mouth. She tried to protest but the member kept getting deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat.
It used the lead of one of its tentacles to put pressure on the spine of her head.
She closed her eyes again trying to let out a riot her hands up in disgust. But its grip kept her head bobbing back and forth. Feeling her easy wet sassing. Panicy picayune tongue moving about. Her lips a buffer along its phallus. The vibrations from her mouth.
It groaned in a rich gurgle.
Another tentacle unveiled where its other wrist would be. It slithered out and slowly slid down her back feeling her stable frame of soft flesh.
It stared down at the curves of her laughingstock arching out and popping.
Its tentacle slid between the curve of her pass slowly and firmly going down to her slit. Feeling her snap under the spandex.
Its tentacle curved and wriggled into her.

Kimberly suddenly stopped struggling so much. veneration of how it was reaching her ass even though it was standstill straight. Her eyes flicked up seeing the tentacles coming out of the sleeves.
'Oh my god ! It 's a fucking goliath !'her brain screamed. It suddenly wasnt about the humilation and violation. She knew she was in avowedly trouble. She knew she had to do anything to survive.
So past any sort of mental judgements she summited to it. She closed her eyes and began to suck on its phallus. Feeling its tentacle rubbing and writhing on her slit.
She felt her pussy begin to get hot. She began to move her pelvic arch around not really in restraint of it. Whether she liked it or not she need to move. She however knew, her consistency was responding.
Which caused her to suck harder. She sucked and slurped grasping its member.
Another tentacle revealed itself and whapped her right ass cheek.
She felt the tentacle at her dent slowly proceed up and slip into her spandex shorts down her crack again. Then down her thigh wrapping around the spandex boxers. Tearing them from her supple body. Only leaving a white thong.
Wincing at the botheration of the short being torn off of her she slid her bridge player back to moving the lash to the one of her ass cheeks.
Its first tentacle slowly touched her wet hot prick.
She shivered in anticipation.
It slowly began to enter her pussy as she gave out a moan.
The early tentacle slapping her bare ass. It then began to skid between her ass face. Back and Forth it slide before turning the tip of its tendril into her asshole.

Kimberly was already moaning on its hammer from the tentacle wiggling in her pussy. She was never a immense fan of anal however its tentacle slide in swiftly with not as much pain as she imagined. Maybe it was the fear. Or the rising pleasance from her pussy. Or a survival outlook making her feel less pain.
Whatever it was, the tentacle in her ass was feeling good other then losing her breath a little.
The two tentacles began pumped on an alternating rhythem. Another tentacle came out slapping her ass again with a garish level-headed smack.
Her eyes began to flit back a bit her breathed being taken into a bit of a gasp.
A satisfied groan started from her when she felt the monster shoot a load into her rima oris. She immediately pulled from it coughing some up. virtually of it already draining down her throat.
Another load splattered her cleavage as it slowly slid between her tits.
The barren tentacle slid under her shirt. Wrapping around it but this time pushing its talons to the open and tore the front of the shirt subject. It retracted the talons that ran along the bound of its tentacles. Wrapping them under her arm lifting her up.
The tentacles pulled out from inside her bending her over the shotty old table.
It held her down her a moment tentacles seizing each physical structure part and her head to the table.
Its incredibly vast tongue slid out from under the masquerade shoving itself into her pussy.
She gasped muttering under her breath.
It tasted her sweetened garden. Staring at her heavy prat. She moaned and twitched at the tongue in her. It wiggled its lingua around for a few seconds before pulling out.
It stood up freeing her from its grip.
It slid it phallus into her twat. Two of its tentacles sliding around her costa and grasping her freed breasts. The were sizable and pressed again the table.
Another one going back into her asshole.
Another sliding up and into her oral fissure. The monstrosity began to pound against her eubstance hard. Another wrapping around her waistline. And the last one slithered around her left thigh and constricted firmly. Slowly sliding.
All six of its member were busy exploring every niggling crevice of the pathetic girl.
She moaned, overwhelmed by sensation. Her nipples were like infield. Her unscathed body covered in goose pimple. An orgasm rising fast. The tentacle wrapping around her shank pushed and pulled her body onto its member.

It kept ramming her having never felt anything like this. Her leg was so fleshy and soft. Her mouth felt amazing. It had two tentacles wrapped around her titty sliding them around them. Then it felt how hard her tit were. Intriguing the creature it used the tips of its tendrils to flicker and caress her surd nipples.
The reception was almost immediate. She tightened her thighs together. Arched her back as her her pussy and ass tightened up. Her pussy felt a lot more than wet.
It pulled two talons at the tip of its tendrils. Lightly pinching her nipples. The parts that were wrapped around the breast poked her boob lightly. It could feel how it effected her.
She started to rub her thighs together lifting one ft. Her thighs rubbed together pleasurably on the tentacle between them.
It began to hump her faster and faster now feeling its own pleasure rising as she came again.
It suddenly pulled out, as she squirted. Alternating the fellow member and tentacle. Her ass was so much tighter.

Kimberly had never felt such intense climax. Feeling pure joy from both hole she felt like she needed a minute.
The tentacle in her mouth pulled out as she gasped for air. Staring at the tentacle inches over her expression with strewn saliva from her wet lip to the tentacle. It moved behind her wrapping around her pony rump. It forced her up from her ponytail forcing her rear to arch popping out her consummate breasts. It pressed her rich ass cheeks together around its pumping member.
She moaned louder and louder feeling another sexual climax on the rise.
'' Ugh ! Ugh ! I'm-I- gon na -- c-c-cuuum ! '' she cried as she felt a hot thick load fill her ass. Her maw tightened again as she climaxed feeling undulation of pleasure overflow her solid body.
It released her as she slumped to the onto the table.
Covered in all perspiration now. Her shoulders heaving. Her wooden leg shakiness. Her arms shook. Feeling in a commonwealth of walking on air almost.

It was already to go again. Judging how it would pack her succeeding an unwished sound arose.
Or rather a want thereof. The rain was letting up. It had been quite a few minutes since it had heard the live temblor of thunder.
Without a second thought it sprinted through the open window slithering through it.
Kimberly stayed perfectly still. Wanting to slump to the floor.

The tool still in the straw man getup sprinted through thr timber. Moving into the storm with open eyes and ears.
spine to hunting.

After another 20 instant the sky had completely cleared.
Kimberly had just barely recovered from her trial by ordeal. She could barely walk even and her mind was still dizzy.
She started walking back home with her skid her flip-flop and a rip surface shirt.
She looked around seeing the suddenly torn apart deer. Her eyes widened thinking it being a practiced musical theme she did n't run. Otherwise she to would be laying in in this field.
She honestly felt like a survior. And she felt no genuine ignominy in what she did either.


The wight was eating bear it had just killed. Tearing into it. The mask lifted slightly. Its tentacles fully branished with talons loose shredding parts of it to ribbons.
'' You seem like you could have it all figured out, do you not ? '' *click*
The monster jumped truly startled for cypher ever approached it.
It spun around tendrils in the air and flaring with a gurgly whoosh under the mask. The unfold teeth where the throat once was grinding covered and dripping with ancestry. Staring at the tall thin placid man in a wooing. A hat covering his centre with an unnatural wide and precipitous grin with shark like teeth.
'' No need for that. I have something to offer you. '' *click*