Beast Within It began early one fall evening, the equatorial regions were the first unwitting recipients. The fine ashen dust gently drifted down from the heavens, coating everything with a grey blanket. At first the scientific community warned of potential dangers, but the lab tests revealed the powder was inert and that it was probably caused by a distant cosmic explosion. Soon the atmosphere was filled with the fine dust that lingered for several days before it filtered down to the surface to raise havoc with the sensitive electronic equipment that was so abundant there. The religious community claimed it was a sign of the second coming, while the apathetic majority dispelled the dust as another in the continuing series of government deceptions to snarl traffic and postpone the budget negotiations. Within a month, the incident was all but forgotten by all except a few eccentrics who were never really taken seriously. But as the dust settled into the planets abundant fresh water preserves, contaminated with a host of plant life and industrial waste, it began to mutate. Drawn back into the clouds to fall as rain, it continued its cycle until, one day, it became to heavy and was landlocked forever. It began to wander as a formless, translucent creature, instinctively joining with others of its kind. Soon, those who were not destroyed by natural selection began to converge in a crystal clear lake high in the mountains where, by proxy of the season change, a violent thunderstorm was developing. The lightning struck the lake repeatedly congealing and transforming the creatures into a sentient, intelligent life form that quickly moved towards the shoreline to find the trembling form of a young woman. Engulfing her quickly as she cowered from the fury of the storm, the creature quickly adapted to her life functions and established its residence in her higher brain functions where it awaited its opportunity to reproduce. William Boysen had received his degree in forestry conservation at the top of his class, and could have chosen any one of a hundred different parks in which to begin his career as a ranger. He chose, instead, a small town on the edge of the National Forest with a scant population that was poverty stricken overnight due to the latest round of federal budget cuts. Although the towns’ community spirit was unparalleled, the economic pressures had forced those who were able to move out of the area, leaving behind a tattered few who survived on welfare or retirement annuities. One such family, the Groves, had helped homestead the town back in the 1880's, and with the birth of their only daughter Amy, saw their family line draw to a close. The Mother died later in the year despite fervent attempts to save her, leaving behind her husband, permanently disabled by leukemia, her young daughter, and an exhausted bank account. Amidst the beauty of the towering firs, Amy grew into early maturity, savoring the tranquility that nature so openly provided. The leukemia, that had crippled her father, finally claimed his life when she was seventeen, and she managed to exist on a scanty allowance from the pension fund, often supplemented by part time work at the towns’ only general store, and gifts supplied by natures bounty. Often, when she was not in school or at the store, she could be found near the pristine waters of Crystal Lake, gathering berries or fishing for some of the lakes’ abundant trout. The lake itself was known to few including William, who often visited the tranquil waters to see Amy from afar; pulling in a prize trout, or basking, naked, in the warm afternoon sun. Bill had grown quite fond of the beautiful young creature that frequented his paradise. She was shy, yet determined, and always had a warm greeting for him, even a hug from time to time when the occasion warranted such. Since much of his time was spent alone, he was quite detached from the routines of the township, and spent much of his free time exploring the wilderness, and making friends with the abundant wildlife hidden there. Knowing of his love of nature, Amy felt a kinship towards him, and secretly longed for a more intimate relationship, but would change the conversation abruptly whenever it reached an intimate level. He was careful not to embarrass her, and never let on that he had seen her sunbathing by the lake, although she secretly had her suspicions. After the storm, as the local residents were clearing the fallen tree limbs and debris that had rained down from the tempest, they noticed that Amy, was obviously absent, and a quick search of her home revealed she was nowhere to be found. The alarm went out to the surrounding communities, and Bill immediately joined the search. After hurriedly checking some of the local trails, he hurried to Crystal Lake, to find her drenched and exhausted form among several downed trees. Taking her unconscious form gingerly in his arms, he began stumbling towards the sounds of a nearby search party. After several hundred yards, he realized he would be unable to carry her much further because of the dense undergrowth, but his calls for help went unheeded as the twilight set in. Assessing his position, he decided to make camp for the night, and begin anew at first light. His first attempts at a fire were useless, as the kindling was still too damp, but, with avid determination, he was finally able to light the surrounding area with the flames from a weak campfire. Obtaining water from the lake, he continually bathed her delicate features with cool water while assuring that her life signs continued to gain strength. As he studied her delightful form in the firelight, he reflected back upon when he had seen her sunbathing, her firm breasts aglow with a light tan, and her sinewy legs ever so graceful in the serenity of the forest. As his thoughts became more intense, he unconsciously took the liberty of running his hands gently across her form, savoring her firm and delicate composition while his repressed fantasies began to emerge. Her eyes suddenly fluttered open with a look of absolute confusion, and her hand clamped onto his wrist before he could withdraw. The silence between them was deafening as Bill sought some form of explanation and Amy considered her options. But Amy was no longer resident within, and any explanation would have been a waste of both time and energy. With the swiftness of a panther, she leapt upon Bill, temporarily knocking the air from his body. As his eyes bulged obscenely while gasping for breath, she pinned his two thighs under her legs that now had the strength of ten men and began tearing at his uniform. Her formerly closely trimmed fingernails had changed into claws, and with every swipe at his clothing, there were four deep slash wounds. Within moments, only a few scant fibers shielded him from her onslaught as she mounted his hips furiously, and started jamming his flaccid genitals into her dripping pussy. Once fully engulfed, she tightened her vaginal walls unmercifully, crushing his gonads simultaneously with a muffled popping sound. Bill screamed with what little wind he had left, and tried to push her away, but her legs just locked around him more securely, as her pussy began to draw his battered manhood deeper into her womb, tearing the base away from its furry mound. Shaking his head from side to side, he felt panic engulf his thoughts as the pain became too intense to bear and sweat covered his body. Within a few moments, his struggle ended, as the his genitals were drawn deep into her belly, completely severed and accompanied by copious amounts of life blood. He expired, his mind still reeling in shock, as she quickly rose from his mangled body and disappeared into the woods. She would spend the rest of the night trembling in a rocky enclave, trying to reason why she had so swiftly eliminated someone she was drawn to. The morning awoke with the melody of songbirds and the gentle lapping of the lake water against the shore. Further down along one of the trails was the disfigured ranger, drawing flies and other assorted insects as he contributed to their cycle of life. A nearby mountain lion would soon claim the remaining carcass for her young. Suddenly, the air was shattered with a muffled scream released by Amy as she crouched along the gentle waters and delivered a large bloody glob that rolled into the water and disappeared. Glen stumbled across the lake quite by accident. As he was hiking up a previously unknown trail, he had heard a shrill scream in the distance and figured it to be someone in trouble. Hurriedly he rushed up the steep inclines and switchbacks, hoping to render assistance, or at least to find the source. But as he entered the clearing, all he could see was the beauty of the lake, and his concerns were immediately put to rest by the tranquility there. Hiking around the perimeter, he came to a small clearing, and set up camp there. After a bite of jerky, and some instant coffee, he shouldered his trusty Winchester, and headed towards higher ground in hopes of spotting a deer trail. As he thundered through some particularly dense undergrowth, he spotted her sitting abreast a rotted tree stump, idly chewing on some kind of wild berries while humming a simple melody to herself. She was naked save a small indiscreet cloth wrapped around her hips that barely hid the small furry treasure there. Her breasts were small and perky, crowned with tiny brown nipples that stood erect in the gentle breeze. Her legs were long and went from her heels all the way up to her firm behind. No cellulite, no fat, only pristine virgin material, awaiting his attention and exploitation. With a quick yelp, he thundered through the remaining underbrush, only to be met head on by her flailing arms as she leapt at him, tearing the shirt from his back as she threw herself head first into his belly. Gasping for air, Glen fell backward, as she finished disrobing him, only to grab his hairy man meat and begin tearing at it with her oversized fingernails. In panic, he grabbed his trusty firearm and blindly pointed it at her, as he released the trigger. The shock from the noise was deafening, sending birds fleeing into the thin air, and wildlife scurrying in a frenzy. The bullet had entered the underside of her left breast, tearing through the soft flesh, and exiting hear the shoulder blade. Amy fell back in pain; momentarily oblivious to the force that drove her to attack the wayward hunter. Collecting his thoughts, Glen quickly tried to reload, again to be met by her headlong assault, and a second attempt to cram his genitals between her legs. He screamed, and tried to fire a second round directly into her skull, but she was too nimble and knocked the gun away, as her pussy began to draw his manhood into her furry furrow. He started to struggle, remembering the lessons he had learned in hand to hand combat while he was in 'Nam. Her strength would not allow him his freedom, and soon he felt the warmth in his loins building as his manhood began to swell, and his balls were squeezed together in the warm and moist environment of her womanhood. Sensing his growing weakness, she used her finely honed muscles to deliberately milk his genitals towards a gut-wrenching orgasm, only to squeeze the muscles as tightly as she could with the first orgasmic spasms. His balls burst through his scrotum in a bloody mass, and his straining cock hemorrhaged in several places including directly under his glans which was explosively blown into the open yaw of her throbbing womb along with the residue of his once proud organ. Glen screamed one last time, as he struggled to remain conscious amidst the searing pain, and the loss of blood. His body convulsed repeatedly trying to force the last of his life-giving blood into his starving brain, but it was entirely too little, to late, and he expired amidst the light sounds of her footprints as she disappeared back into the forest. As the day gave way to nightfall, the delicate figure was once again found by the waters edge, giving birth to another bloody globe that rolled into the water and disappeared into its depths. On the morrow, with their gestation cycle completed, they would find their way to the mouth of a small stream, and send their mutated seed bounding over the rocks and rapids towards the sea. But on the morrow, weakened by her loss of blood from the wound and childbearing, she would succumb to the brutality of nature, when the young mountain lion, with three young ones to feed, would find her sleeping in a small alcove along the waters’ edge. Her fate would be sealed quickly, with one quick bite to her young jugular, and her remains would never be found. They had nicknamed themselves the dynamic duo for their combined victory in snaring the two most 'eligible' men from their schools’ undefeated football team. Terri and Shannon were two well-known, well endowed cheerleaders, who loved the chase but never allowed their escorts into their personal treasures. They were rude and shrewd, and were laying in the warm sand in their skimpy two-piece suits soaking up the last warmth of and Indian summer in the Northwest. The babbling creek behind them was drowned out by the roar of the incoming tide, With their legs spread wide to allow the surf to bath their genitals, the spoke to one another in hushed tones, enjoying the erotic extremes of the suns’ warmth smothered occasionally by the surfs refreshing chill. The two transparent orbs suddenly emerged from the shade of the overhanging firs, and rolled along a sandy furrow and into the surf unnoticed. Utilizing the strong undertow, they positioned themselves in line with two sets of open legs. Onboard the incoming wave, they were perfectly obscured until the reached the fibers that separated the sea from the virgin pussies. Simultaneously forcing their way past the flexible barriers into the warm red caverns beyond, they imbedded themselves amidst the multitude of fleshy folds, absorbing the protein rich secretions as they were slowly ingested on the cellular level. Shannon was the first to notice as she began to idly scratch at the irritation followed by Terri, who discretely tried to hide her irritation as she pulled her suit deeper into her crotch. Soon they were both scratching in a frenzy, as the orbs completed the absorption cycle into their new hosts. The irritation ceased as quickly as it began, and the two girls stared wide-eyed at one another; both speechless and amazed. After a quick discussion, they decided to shower at a nearby park, and, wrapping the towels around themselves in a mock show of modesty, they headed down the beach. As they rounded the first bend, two 'geeks' from their school rounded the same bend towards them. They were skinny, and "brainy," and had always been viewed with the eyes of repulsion by the "beautiful people" of the school. But things were different now, and before the two computer nerds could formally greet the two stunning cheerleaders, they were on their torsos, tearing at the swimsuits in a frenzy while onlookers stared in stunned disbelief. Amidst the avid protest of their two victims, Terri and Shannon set about filling their needy wombs with man-meat. Within a few brief moments, it was over, as the crowd separated to allow the two panicked cheerleaders through, leaving behind two male victims curled in a fetal position with raw torn skin dangling from the base of what had been their reproductive organs. By the time the ambulance had arrived, they were rigid and blue, in sharp contrast to the blood colored sand on which they lay. Satiated yet terrified, the dynamic duo watched the crowd from a wooded enclave nearby. When the patrol car arrived, descriptions were given and next of kin were notified as the corpses were bagged and unceremoniously tossed into the back of the coroners station wagon. Several statements were taken, and as the crowd slowly begin to disperse a stray dog begin licking at the discolored sand. Soon it was joined by several other canines, but the real clean-up occurred later in the evening when the hermit crabs emerged and meticulously eliminated all remaining signs of the struggle. The beach was closed, and the lifeguard went home after securing the showers and beach equipment. The two patrolman lingered until the beach appeared deserted, trying to make some sense of the attack, and somewhat unnerved by the first-hand descriptions duplicated by so many observers. As the patrolmen entered their car, two pair of hands pulled them into the back seat, where the two fugitives immediately dropped their dripping crotches on to their victims mouths. As their muscles began to spasm more forcefully, the officers felt their faces being literally pulled away from their skulls, and before they could respond defensively, they were suffocated in the goo that was once their neatly shaven faces. The two girls drug their mutilated corpses into the woods, and removing their gun belts proceeded to engulf the lifeless genitals with their ravenous pussies. Within a few brief moments, the officers lost their reproductive organs in a mixture of slurping and tearing sounds. They were then dragged to an abandoned campfire, where their bodies along with all the evidence was burned to a cinder with the help of some BBQ starter fluid. The two rinsed themselves off in the surf and sat down to consider the days activities. It was not until they were fully aware of their immediate danger, that they decided to split up, and meet in an abandoned warehouse near the center of town. As darkness fell upon the small bayside community, muffled screams could be heard from the abandoned fish warehouse a block away from the main pier. In a dark corner, Shannon gave birth to her first alien, staring at the roughly spherical bloody mass in wide-eyed horror. It gave no sound but smelled horrific as it rolled aimlessly about the floor, brushing against the dormant equipment only to change its direction and roll towards the center of the building. The nurturance instinct took over, and she crawled over to the struggling life form, embracing it in her arms while cooing nonsense to its quivering shell. Terri arrived shortly thereafter, with her tiny sphere wrapped in a stolen baby blanket. They knew what they must do, and calmly strolled out into the brisk night air in search of candidates. Soon two of their fellow cheerleaders had their own crotch companion and set off in search of a male victim. By the next morning, half of the town was either supporting the new life form, or lying in a pool of blood with their genitals savagely torn from their bleeding torso. The grizzly scene would repeat itself over and over again, until much of the world was soon under the control of the glistening orbs. But just as the last remnants of mankind appeared doomed to extinction, a light flaky dust began to fall from the atmosphere, covering the planet with a blanket of white. Its appearance, although somewhat unremarkable, was human kinds saving grace as it contained a unique inert chemical compound that immediately induced the hosts to shed their alien companions, which would split open and disintegrate as soon as they hit the ground, not unlike a balloon popping when introduced to the head of a sharp pin. Soon the ground was covered with the half ingested remnants of male genitalia, as the air was filled with sobs from the female hosts. It was hard to believe that the fate of the planet would now depend on the few remaining male donors, who were outnumbered at a ratio of over one hundred to one. Seizing the opportunity, females soon controlled the government and economic institutions, and quickly captured their unsuspected counterparts, placing them in especial encampments where they could be completely controlled. With their masculinity stripped from them, they became nothing more than sex slaves to the favored women in the newly formed society. As they succumbed to the selfish conspiracies of their captors, they became keenly aware of the beast within.
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