Filling the Bestiary

 

"This is an announcement from the Shinra Electric Power Company. The terrorist group 'Avalanche' has issued another bomb threat. In response, we have raised the threat level and entered a state of heightened alert. All lines are currently experiencing delays."

Squeezing the grip of your rifle, you listen to the female voice echo throughout the train terminal as you walk alongside your squad mates. Joining the Public Security Division seemed like a great way to earn a little more money just a few months ago, but it's been getting more and more dangerous lately. Between increased monster sightings and constant attacks from Avalanche, a lot of security officers have been getting hurt on the job. 

Pausing mid-step, your squad leader raises his hand to his helmet for a moment. Turning the group, he relays, "Hey, just got news. Three unknown individuals were spotted on a train headed to Sector 4. Jumped off halfway after taking out a bunch of slugrays."

"Are we getting support?" you ask, shifting nervously.

"They're on the way, but we're being tasked with scouring the tunnels since we're closest. You're with me," the elite security officer informs you, before turning to the remaining duo, "You two, walk the adjacent tunnel. Report anything out of place."

The four of you walk briskly down the maintenance stairs onto the tracks and give a brief wave before splitting up, the pair of soldiers marching into darkness. Steeling yourself mentally, you take a deep breath and advance down your own designated tunnel, following behind your squad captain. 

"Do you really think we'll find them, sir?" you mumble, turning your head in all directions. The lenses in your helmet adjust to the low light, covering everything with a slight red tint but allowing you to see in the dark recesses of the tunnel.

"Ah, I doubt it. They're probably way ahead of us. Still, we should make it look like we're doing something," he replies, casually slinging his shotgun over his shoulder, "Let's just use this time to get to know each other better."

"Anything to keep my mind off these weird sounds I keep hearing down here, sir..." 

"My name's Hunter, you don't have to keep calling me sir while we're down here," he remarks, patrolling down the underpass, "So what made you join up with Shinra? We don't get a lot of female recruits in the Security Division."

"I've always been a little scrappy, and the money's good. Everything just keeps getting worse on the ground level, might as well try to improve my life a bit."

"Yeah, you're right there," Hunter sighs, his pace slowing a bit, "Seems like Shinra's the only real place to make a decent living nowadays."

Following the rails, you march ever deeper into the underground tunnel, strange skittering echoing off the walls and ceiling. A brief flash of movement to your left catches your eye, but the mysterious creature disappears behind a crate before you can get a good look. 

"Sir, I think there's something down here with us." you whisper, keeping your rifle at the ready.

"Yeah, sounds like it. Stay on your toes, but don't open fire unless they attack." he replies, lowering his voice.

As if on cue, a ball of webbing splats on the ground below you, pinning you your foot to the concrete. Slithering from the dark corners of the subway come a small group of man sized insectoid monsters, their giant mantis pincers clacking in excitement. You notice a giant stinger on the tail end of their serpent-like body, shuddering to yourself at the thought of being on the receiving end.

"Sir?" you call out, twisting your leg to free yourself as they slink closer, "I don't think they're here to say hello."

Tossing you a knife, Hunter brings his shotgun up and fires two consecutive shots at the nearest creature, hitting it square in its pointed face and dropping it immediately. The two remaining monsters try to bind the elite officer with webbing, but he deftly steps out of the way before firing once more, walking backwards cautiously. After a few frantic seconds of sawing, you manage to free yourself from the sticky mesh, shifting away from Hunter as you fire a salvo of bullets at the creature furthest from him. Dark violet ooze erupts from the monster as the rounds rip through its carapace, but it still seems mostly unhurt. 

Turning to you, it sinks low for a second before leaping through the air, its pincers outstretched. You barely manage to dodge out of the way in time before it comes down where you stood just a moment ago, and you fire another burst at its head, watching it rupture in a fountain of disgusting goo and chitin. Glancing to your left, you see your captain bludgeoning the last of the creatures with his baton, its pincers shattered and hanging off its arms in pieces as the elite officer caves its head in with one final strike.

"Well, that wasn't so bad, was it? More exciting than your previous guard posts, I'm sure," Hunter exhales, taking a moment to catch his breath.

"What were those disgusting things?" you ask, reloading your gun with a fresh magazine.

"Grashtrikes, some kind of weird bug. They like the dark tunnels of the rail system," he replies.

"Sir, are you okay? We heard gunfire from your direction."

The voice of one of your squad mates comes over the earpiece in your helmet, crackling with static from the tunnel's interference.

"Yeah, we're fine. Ran into a few grashtrikes. Keep an eye out and watch each others' backs," Hunter acknowledges the hail, motioning you to keep moving through the dank tunnel.

Holding your rifle close, you march carefully down the tracks, listening for any more signs of trouble when two large nets of webbing fly out from behind a stack of crates to your right, striking your captain square in the chest. The sticky substance binds his arms to his torso, rendering him helpless as a pair of grashtrikes slide into view and spit another volley in your direction. One web catches your rifle, ripping it from your hand and pinning it to the large container behind you, the other web landing just below your waist and pulling your legs together. You do your best to shuffle away from the creatures while pulling at the webbing, but another two shots of the stuff pin your hand to your hip and your ankles to each other, causing you to fall over.

"Captain, help!" you scream, the two grashtrikes looming over you as you wriggle helplessly on the ground. 

"I'm coming! Just try to hold on!"

You brace yourself for incoming strikes, but they never come, one of the monsters instead hooking you by your bound feet and dragging you down the tunnel. Your throat quickly turns raw as you cry out for assistance, your voice carrying in the empty halls. Tears obscure your vision as you thrash desperately against the grashtrike's grip, but you fail to pull free, the creature slithering on unperturbed. As you pass your captain on the tracks, you watch the second monster spit webbing until he's thoroughly secured on the ground, completely unable to move, before joining the grashtrike pulling you along. 

Still fighting against the webbing, you lose your helmet when it catches against a rock and gets pulled off your head, your dark hair flowing out behind you. After about five minutes of dragging, the large insects drop you to the floor and slice the webbing off your legs, strange chittering emanating from their heads. You turn over and prepare to jump to your feet, but a third monster comes into view, blocking your escape route. 

"You must be the queen..." you whisper hoarsely, to nobody but yourself. The purple hue of its shell distinguishes it from the rest of its ilk, and everything about it is noticeably larger. 

Standing over your webbed form, it seems to consider something for a moment before hooking its claws into the fabric of your pants and tearing them off your waist. Flailing your legs uselessly, you let out a high pitched scream as the queen grashtrike strips your lower body of all clothing, leaving you bare. You fight as hard as you can to free yourself from adhesive webs binding your arms, kicking out at the monsters surrounding you, but your resistance is met only with more webbing. A wet splat lands against your back as you attempt to sit upright, and when you fall back against the concrete floor, you find yourself unable to move your torso at all. Pulling your ankles apart one at a time, the queen grashtrike expertly binds them to the ground and leaves you completely exposed.

"What the hell are you-" you gasp, moving your head up to see what creature plans to do, and you wish you hadn't. From the bottom of the creature's red striped belly extends a thick, flexible, tube with deep ridges, growing in length by the second until it sits against your bared pussy. A strange jelly-like substance leaks from the opening onto your pelvis, and you shudder in disgust as you realize its intentions. Sliding closer, the monster places the ends of its pincers on either side of you and braces itself as it searches for your opening with its horrifying member, every touch of its member against your lips causing your heart to sink into your stomach. 

After thirty seconds or so of awkward pushing, the monster finds what it was looking for and spurts warm goo onto your entrance before sinking its segmented appendage into your depths. Your eyes widen in shock as the fat tube stretches you open, each sectioned portion forcing a groan out of your mouth as it pops inside. The webbing holds tight as you struggle against it, but with a few thrusts of its organ, the giant grashtrike saps the strength from your limbs, leaving you panting from the effort of accepting its size. 

Warm fluid splashes from the tip of the ovipositor as it prepares you, and your lower body flushes with heat, your cunt still adjusting to the monster. You can feel some slight vibrations as something travels through the tube pressed up against your womb, and you gasp in pain as a round object the size of a crabapple pushes past your vaginal lips. The ovipositor throbs as it feeds the queen's egg up to the end, and you cry out as it tries to force the ball past your cervix. After a brief flash of pain, you feel it start to die down as the grashtrike queen spurts more goo into you, relaxing your muscles and letting it finally push the egg home. Sweat pours down your face as you try to calm yourself, the thought of being impregnated by a monster threatening to drive you insane.

With the giant queen breeding you, you barely remember the other two grashtrikes hanging around, but when you turn your head to either side you can see that they're waiting their turn, ovipositors ready and dripping. A second egg sliding up into your womb snaps your mind back to the task at hand, and you scream in frustration as it joins the first inside your uterus. A soft bump begins to appear on your belly as the grashtrike continues pushing eggs into you one after another, and you give up trying to fight it, your head falling back onto the concrete. You don't know how many eggs you're now carrying, but your stomach swells as if you're three months along. 

With a wet slurp, the queen grashtrike pulls its ovipositor from your vagina before letting it sink lower, the tip snaking its way past your anal ring and opening you up for more. Still covered in slick jelly, the monster's appendage slips easily into your rectum and makes itself at home, widening your hole as the first egg of a new batch is pushed against your ring. You were already feeling full from the eggs in your womb, but you feel even heavier with each new addition in your guts. Around five more eggs get deposited in your intestines, thoroughly rounding out your belly as the queen grashtrike slides free of your anus.

Slithering around your body, the giant grashtrike chitters something to her brood, and one of them lines up in her place, taking the same position as it pushes its own strange member into your pussy. The lesser grashtrike's appendage isn't as big as the queen's, but it's still quite large and draws moans from your lips as it begins to properly fuck you. The rutting is mechanical as the creature focuses on its own release, your spasming pussy just a convenient physical response to its insertion to milk it better. You can feel it jamming up against your cervix as it pounds into you, but the pain has mostly faded thanks to the strange goo left by the queen, leaving you only with waves of pleasure that wash over you with every thrust. The mix of sensations keeps you on the verge of orgasm, and you start to associate one with the other. 

After a few minutes of savage hammering, the large shaft in your pussy swells and a jet of liquid escapes from the tip, spraying along your walls. A particularly violent thrust slams the tip against your cervix and pushes it through, and you cum on the spot from the pain of your insides being violated, combined with the hot seed flowing into you. Throwing your head back, you let out a defeated moan as you're inseminated by the giant insect, the warm goo heating you up from the inside. As you come down from your orgasm, you thank the gods that your ordeal is finally over but the grashtrike's ejaculation continues, filling your uterus and spilling out from around its girth until a large puddle forms beneath your waist. Satisfied that it properly fertilized the eggs in your womb, the grashtrike pulls free without any care for your own comfort and lets the second insect take its place.

The final monster sidles up between your open legs and lets its ovipositor hang lower, eager to spray the eggs buried in your rectum with its seed. The entry is mostly painless thanks to the sheer amount of slimy liquid spilling out from both holes, but the size of its organ still makes you groan in discomfort. It doesn't waste any time pounding you senseless, your eyes rolling up into your head as it repeatedly fills your anus with its appendage, and by the time it ends up releasing its own goo up into your guts, you're a babbling mess.

Barely hanging onto consciousness, you hardly notice when the grashtrike pulls its shrinking ovipositor from your hole, human voices echoing through the tunnel. Sounds of a battle ring out as you close your eyes, and you drift off for a few minutes, opening your eyes to a woman with long dark hair and a white tank top kneeling beside you.

"Oh my god... Are you okay? Barret, we need to help her."

"You see that uniform she's wearing? That's a Shinra goon. Forget her, we don't have time for this."

"Cloud, please, she's hurt. Those grashtrikes, they..."

"Let's call Wedge. He can get her to safety."

The voices around you swirl inside your head as you black out again, the woman's voice becoming panicked as you collapse. 

It's been two days since your experience in the tunnels. Elite Security Officer Hunter made it out alive after the rest of your squad found him webbed to the ground, and you were reassigned to desk duty after your ordeal. The doctors managed to remove all the grashtrike eggs deposited inside you, even the ones stuffed inside your womb, but they warned of possible side effects from your body absorbing their fluids. Normally you would be on bed rest until you made a full recovery, but the reactor explosion forced Shinra to put all hands on deck. Your superiors weren't exactly thrilled that you made contact with the terrorists and weren't able to subdue them, either. 

Wandering through the 63rd floor of Shinra Tower, you hear frantic conversations about the plate dropping from the workers, but the words simply wash over you and you're unable to focus on any of it. You haven't felt like yourself since the tunnels, and it feels like everyone is whispering about you, even when you know they aren't. Placing one foot in front of the other, you stumble away from the rows of desks into the main room, marveling at the giant atrium in the center. Even in a corporate building, surrounded by steel and stone, there are still signs of natural life. You notice a cafeteria as soon as you walk through the door, and you grab a coffee with a small pastry before sitting at an empty table, facing the greenery in the middle of the room.

Watching the office workers run around frantically, you take a bite of your pastry and try to keep your mind clear, slowly inhaling the steam rising off your coffee to let the scent wash through you. You manage to sit quietly for a few minutes, completely calm, but images of grashtrikes inevitably start creeping in. Frozen in place, alone, you relive the experience in your head and the cup clatters on the table as your hands begin to shake. The worst thing about it all is, somewhere deep inside, a part of you thoroughly enjoyed being used. Even now, as you recall the grashtrikes having their way with you, you can feel your panties dampening as if your body is preparing itself for another round.

Standing abruptly, you pull on the hem of your skirt suit to straighten it out and walk away from the table, leaving your coffee and half eaten pastry. You make a lap around the room while taking deep breaths, leveling out significantly by the time you make it back to your table. A strange looking dome on the floor above catches your eye as you take a sip of your drink, and you find yourself already walking up the curved staircase to investigate. You don't see any signs of any kind around the strange structure, and you walk through the sliding doors into a ring of light, a pillar rising from the center of the floor.

You can't really tell what you're supposed to do, but the dome responds anyway, transporting you to a large arena with a flash of light.

"Hello?" you call out, carefully walking forward, "Is anyone there?"

You don't see anyone else inside the blue tinted dome, but as soon as you move into the center of the room, something materializes in front of you. Stepping back in surprise, you watch as a giant green mass of tentacles and teeth takes form, three times as tall as you, and just as wide. As soon as it lands and gains its senses, the strange glowing tentacles point in your direction, followed by the rest of its rotund body. A panel on the wall seems to show the designation of the creature, displaying the word 'Malboro' in bright red lettering, but you don't think knowing how to address it is going to help all that much.

A strange burping sound radiates throughout the room, and you turn back to see the monster heaving just before a cloud of noxious green and vibrant orange erupts from its mouth. The sickening stench blinds you and almost makes you retch, but you manage to run clear just in time. Unfortunately, the smog succeeded in its true purpose, and you watch as your black skirt suit begins to disintegrate and fall from your body. Left barefoot and naked on inside the dome, you watch helplessly as the malboro extends a tentacle along the ground towards you.

Something inside you breaks when the tentacle wraps around your ankle, and you don't fight at all when the creature drags you closer, more tentacles sliding around your limbs and exploring your body. The tentacles roaming across your skin are surprisingly gentle, but you can feel the muscles rippling beneath the textured skin as they pull you every which way, Pulling you into the air, the malboro inspects every inch of your exposed body with its myriad of glowing eyes, poking and prodding in various places with its strange appendages. One tentacle slithers its way up your chest, and you involuntarily moan as it wraps around your right breast, squeezing firmly. The rest seem to react to your exclamation, and almost immediately begin to squeeze and massage whatever body part they currently occupy. 

Groans of reluctant pleasure fall from your mouth as the malboro rubs all over your body, your legs gradually spreading on their own. Bringing your crotch in front of its mouth, the creature extends its wide tongue and drags it up against your already soaked vagina. A long shudder wracks your body as the taste buds on its tongue bump against your lips, and you try your best to stifle your moans. The tentacles start creeping towards your exposed holes as you shake in their embrace, the first one finding its target between your ass cheeks. Slimy liquid drips from the tip of the malboro's appendages, and you feel the one on your backside begin to press against your hole, the pointed end easily breaking through. You do your best to clench and keep the tentacle out, but the malboro's giant tongue keeps lapping at your pussy, distracting you and allowing it to slip another few inches inside. 

Suspended in the air with a tentacle in your anus, you feel an orgasm building as the malboro continues to eat you out, and you finally give in to the monster's desires. As opposed to the grashtrikes, who were only interested in using you as incubation, the malboro seems to be taking great care to pleasure you. The last rational part of your brain scoffs that you had any choice in the matter to begin with, but for some reason accepting the violation makes it better.

The tentacle in your backside swells as you squeeze around it, and you groan in mild discomfort as it stretches you wider before it begins to move. You clench your fists helplessly as the malboro plays with your body, its tentacles on your chest sliding up to your neck and probing around your lips, one particularly thick tentacle diving into your open mouth as the monster continues to explore your anus. Plugged from almost all ends, an overwhelming sense of shame and pleasure washes over you, and you cum hard against the malboro's tongue. Your cry is muffled by the green appendage stretching your jaw, but you scream out as loud as you can anyway, the tentacle buried in your backside pulsing and wriggling as it fucks you.

Your muscles strain against the malboro's myriad of arms as you shudder from orgasm, but you only manage to tire yourself out further. The monster's ministrations don't stop for one second during your climax, and by the time you finally manage to come down, you're left docile and dazed. Finished with its sampling of your juices, the malboro lowers you to the ground and manipulates you onto your hands and knees. Yet another tentacle curls around your thigh before sliding into your cunt, and you groan happily around the one in your mouth, finally filled from all ends. 

Clenching your lower body, you milk the malboro's tentacles as they squirm and plunge in and out of your holes. You pray silently that your efforts bring some sort of pleasure to the beast, and you're rewarded with a squirt of mysterious liquid on your tongue. Swallowing it down, you suck happily on the thick appendage, and another helping of thick malboro juice makes its way up the tentacle and flows past your lips. You can feel every tentacle buried in one of your holes swell similarly, and soon you're overflowing with its seed, the off white cream falling to the floor below.

The tentacles restraining your upper body release their tension, but remain wrapped around you, and your hands immediately gravitate to the member pushing its way down your throat. Your first instinct is to pull it out, but as soon as your fingers close around the throbbing girth, you begin to stroke it lovingly in an attempt to pull more seed from it. The tentacles inseminating your lower half continue their writhing, and your legs shake uncontrollably as you cum for the second time. A familiar sensation of swelling makes you flash back to a few days ago, but the malboro's seed is much gentler as it fills you, and your belly expels the excess. Still, the feeling of each new spurt into your depths sends shivers up your spine.

You can't really tell if the malboro is enjoying itself or simply using your body, but you haven't felt so satisfied in your life. The tentacles buried in your lower holes finally evacuate after having shot a liter each of warm cum inside you, most of it now pooling around your knees. The tentacle in your mouth tries to pull free as well, but you squeeze your fingers tight around the length to keep it still, bobbing your head along the viridian appendage. The malboro grunts in surprise as you continue to fellate its tentacle, finally managing to extricate it from your grip with a bit of effort.

"Come on, keep fucking me!" you cry out, crawling towards it on your hands and knees, "I need your seed..."

The malboro shakes its entire mass side to side, as if to say 'no', and pulls the tentacles protruding from its lower body away from your grasping hands. Your hand slips in the puddle of cum, and it splashes around you as you fall to the floor, covering your sweat covered skin, and you keep clawing your way to your new lover. Slowly but surely, you close the gap between yourself and the giant monster, backing it into a wall and grinning maniacally as you finally catch hold of one of its limbs.

"Don't you monsters live to assault women? Why are you backing out now?" you whisper, gently caressing its tentacle. 

Pulling it carefully up to your lips once more, the creature disappears in a flash of light and you're back in the small dome, naked and dripping wet in the center of the room. 

"Well, that's one way to use the combat simulator," a familiar gruff voice remarks, and you turn over to see the same trio from a few days ago standing over you, "Nice to see you again."