Syn watched her prey silently from a nearby rooftop. He was just returning home from the basketball practice he was at earlier that evening and he was tired...though hopefully not too tired. He rounded the corner onto what Syn could only assume was his street. Lining both sides of the road were dozens of identical looking townhouses, each one with small trees and foliage planted sparsely in front of them. The streetlights cast an orange glow, and cast long shadows on anything not on the road between them.
Syn didn't know which house he lived in, she'd never had the opportunity to go to his house before and his facebook never had his home address on it. She was getting anxious, she had been following him for nearly half an hour. She could tell the temperature was nearly as cold as it was that morning, but Ryan still continued walking.
She was yearning for him, every once in a while she'd touch herself just to alleviate the lust that overflowed from her.
Syn was still getting used to her new body. Leaping from rooftop to rooftop came to her naturally, same as the wall climbing. Her new senses, though, took some getting used too. Her eyesight was self-explanatory, though she learned that she could zoom in and zoom out like binoculars. Same with her hearing, she could hone in and focus on specific sounds and separate them from every other around her, perfect for spying on people.
She was almost tempted to leave and spend a few hours testing out what other the powers the suit might have, and then maybe come back to fulfill her primal purpose. Before she could act towards that temptation, though, her target turned abruptly and made his way up one of the paths leading up to the front door of one of the townhouses. Once he reached the door he knocked – knocked? Why did he have to knock on his own door.
When the door opened, though, Syn saw a figure standing in the lit doorway. When her eyes adjusted and she saw who it was, her heart dropped. It was Monica, and she was smiling.
The bitch stood up on her tip toes and planted a quick kiss on his lips before grabbing his hand and pulling him into the warm glow of the house. It was then that Syn realized that this wasn't Ryan's house, it was Monica's.
At first this made her angry, her Ryan being with the monster that had hurt her so much earlier that day. She must have asked him out just after she had...and he said yes!
As she thought about it though, a devilish smile spread across her face.
This was just too perfect, two birds with one stone! What better chance would she have to show Monica that she was able to get someone to fuck her than this, and what better person to fuck than Monica's new boyfriend Ryan Trax.
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Ryan was beat. Practice had been killer that night, and he wanted nothing more than to crash on a couch and sleep the night away, homework be damned!
Monica had invited her over to her place to hang out and study, but that usually meant him looking at a textbook for an hour or so while she watched. They'd known each other for a while, their parents went to college together. They'd always had this notion that he and Monica were inevitably going to get married and give them perfect grandchildren, but Ryan was never interested. All the same, their parents relationship made it so that they were together far more than a lot of the couples at school were, so it was almost like they were just boyfriend and girlfriend by default.
Tonight, though, he and Monica were alone. Her parents were gone on vacation and wouldn't be back 'til Wednesday. He had no intention of doing anything with her, just sitting down and watching a movie or something. He got the impression, though, that she had something else in mind.
He ate a little out of Monica's refrigerator, and found that they had the same kinds of leftovers he had at his house. He hoped at least the food would be different, but it looked like he had no such luck. Ryan hated that he had to have re-heated leftovers every night of the week, but with practices going late in to the night like they have been, he accepted that it was all just part of the territory.
Monica called over to him from the other room while the microwave whirred and droned on.
"Ryan" she whined "could you go to my room and grab my phone from the dresser please?"
"Sure" he called back.
She loved ordering him around like this, he figured she probably got off on it or something. Dutifully, he made his way out of the kitchen and walked up the stairway in the foyer. He didn't bother to turn on the lights on the way up, he wasn't going to be up there for long. He went down the hall, pictures of Monica lining them, perfect grin shining.
He opened the door to her room...weird, she didn't usually close the door to her room when she wasn't in it.
As soon as he opened it, though, he smelt the familiar rush of perfume and air freshener that always hung in her room like a cloud. Walking in he made a beeline for the dresser, but saw that the phone wasn't there.
"Monica, it's not on the dresser!" he called downstairs.
She doesn't respond, she must have not been able to hear him from downstairs.
He turned to make is way back to the door so that he could call from the hallway, but before he took a step, he froze. In the shadow behind the door, a woman shaped figure stood there, watching him. He couldn't tell at first, but as it shifted its stance in place, she could see its skin was green and reflected the light that fell on it. He wouldn't have even seen it, though, if it didn't move like it did.
"Hello there." the thing called in a husky voice.
The green skinned woman sauntered towards him, swaying her hips in a way that hypnotically drew his gaze. All the same, as she stepped closer, he stepped backwards until he reached the end of the bed and stopped. He was transfixed. He was attracted to the creature, but at the same time horrified by it. More than anything he wanted to yell out and run away, but something was keeping him from doing so but he couldn't place what.
Once it got within a few feet of him, it lifted its arms up and gave his chest a soft shove, and letting off a brief yelp he toppled over backwards and fell onto the bed with a soft thwump. Before he could get up, the creature had leaped onto him, crawling smoothly on all fours up along his body until her face was close enough where he could hear her breath. Even though her movements were calm, her breath was slightly staggered, telling Ryan that she was incredibly excited about something. The way her pitch black eyes looked at him, and how her toothy, fanged smile flashed and reflected the light, he was beginning to get an idea as to what that was.
Without warning, her mouth opened, and out shot out a long, red serpentine tongue. It licked his face, lapping up the sweat that was building on his forehead
The thing sat up at full height, letting the light of the streetlamps outside pool across its body, fully revealing the alien terror of it. She saw the snakes he thought he saw was just its tendril hear pulsating slowly. He noticed the veins creeping along the curves and crevasses of her body, accentuating a body that, other than its alien-ness, almost looked like it could have belonged to somebody in his school.
Her clawed fingertips slid along the front of his torso until they reached the hem of his jeans. She exhaled long and hard. She was enjoying this, he could tell, but he wondered why she wasn't just getting whatever she was going to do over with.
"I know you want me." She whispered, stroking her hand along his now bulging crotch of his pants "I can fffffeeeeel it."
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"STAY BACK!" Syn snapped at him.
Ryan froze and stared at her. His eyes were filled with fear, and his breaths came in small quivers. That fear made Syn want him that much more, and she felt her thighs rubbing against each other, yearning to wrap themselves around his hips. She stroked herself again, she needed to get her will back and while her body begged for his body she wouldn't until that was satisfied.
She suddenly stood upright, turned, and crawled out the window, which Ryan didn't even notice was already open beforehand. As soon as the creature was out of sight, he rushed to the window and slammed it shut and sighed. He didn't know if the window would hold it, it probably wouldn't, but the physical separation seemed to put him at ease.
Ryan walked slowly over to Monica's bed and laid down in it, letting out a long sigh and stroking his neck...
"Ow!" he mutters, cringing.
He lifted his hand from his neck and finds a spot of blood on his fingers. He reached back to the side of his neck, and he felt a slight bump. He got up from his bed and ran over to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, and sure enough
Whatever was just in his room, it must have pricked him with its claws or something. He wanted to tell someone about it, but who'd believe him about some beautiful alien seductress in his bedroom? They'd all think he was crazy and he wouldn't be able to play for the team.
He washed out the wound and made his way back to his bed, lied down, staring awake at the ceiling for nearly an hour. He thought he'd be more disturbed by the creature in his room than he was, but all the while, when he was lying there, he really only thought of one thing. He didn't know why he was thinking this, but every time his mind would almost go to something else, it'd always return to this particular person. Funny enough, he'd had a run in with this person earlier in the day, but now he wasn't thinking of that Rachel girl the same way as before. Suddenly she seemed like the most important girl on his mind at that moment.
He figured it was probably the guilt talking, she did take that rejection pretty hard. All the same the more he thought about her, the more the wound on his neck continued to throb.
"Ryan? What's going on?" He heard Monica call from downstairs.
"Nothing" he called back.
He sighed and rolled off the bed, grabbed the phone from the vanity where it actually was, and went back downstairs.
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Syn ran away, far away, as far as she could get from her chosen mate so she wouldn't be tempted immediately to go back and rape him. She made her way downtown and settled on a dark, deserted alleyway where she was sure no one would find her.
The lust within her was trying to overwhelm her brain. She periodically stroked herself again and again just to alleviate the yearning but ultimately it didn't do anything other than make her want the real thing all the more. She needed flesh, a man's flesh. She leaned against the wall, bracing herself with one hand against the brick while penetrating herself with the other. No matter how much she did it, though, the need still remained.
Maybe if she held off the urges long enough they would fade, and then she could take the suit off if that was even possible. That sounded like her best option at that point, but just as she was preparing to climb up the wall and make her way home, she sensed the presence of someone nearby.
"Sweet costume" someone said near the entrance of the alley.
Still leaning against the wall, she turned her head to look at the new intruder.
Standing there was a man, maybe in his mid-twenties, at least six feet high, dark hair. He wasn't bad looking, but his face and hair seemed a little disheveled. All the same, Syn felt herself being drawn to him, sensing that he was an easy target for her seduction. Her mind was urging her to leave, but her body was moving on its own. Her mouth opened and she spoke
"Thanks, but it's not a costume" she said, not knowing where the words came from "it's my real skin. You want to feel it?"
She stood up, and walked seductively towards him, but then rushed so that he was within feet of him in a matter of seconds. She had him, and the suit had her.
She pressed her body up against his, she can sense the testosterone well up inside of his brain, making his body go haywire. The crooked smile on his face said he was willing, so she had to, there was no way of holding herself back. She stroked his arms and looked into his eyes.
From a single glace she could tell exactly what kind of a man he was: arrogant, boisterous, always bragging to his friends about things he never really did. The kind of girls he liked were the ones he felt like needed protecting, he ate up that oblivious innocence shit like it was candy.
She was shorter than he was, and she used that to her advantage by looking up at him longingly and letting her shoulders sag like she was some dainty little flower. The naked alien body and fierce visage probably didn't help, but he seemed to be enjoying it, though maybe a little confused.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Old enough" she replied with a wicked smile.
Suddenly she pulled him deep into the darkness of the alley and pressed him hard against the wall. Wasting no time, she again pressed her face against his, holding on to the back of his head as she worked her serpentine tongue between his lips into his mouth and down his throat. She placed her hand against his chest and worked it down his pectorals, along the creases of his abdomen, until finally reaching his now bulging crotch.
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The window of her bedroom was still open when she returned. She landed on the room of her house with a loud thud and quickly wormed her way along the side of the room and slunk into her window. She caught a glance at the digital clock next to her bed: 3:00am.
She turned and closed the window and latched it shut. She unhooked the curtains she never used and let them fall so that that they fell in front of the window, obscuring the view of anyone that may have seen her come in. It was unlikely anyone did, but after everything that had happened that night to her, she was starting to get incredibly paranoid.
This suit, this thing that had attached itself to her, why didn't she question it at all when she found it? Why did she want to put it on so much. All of that seemed so obvious to her, but back then all she could feel were her desires for a new identity, her desire to be something other than herself. Did the suit just use these thoughts of hers to get her to fuck people? What did it want with her?
She reached one arm around to her back, trying to find some hint of the slit that had allowed her entry only a few hours earlier. Her fingers trailed along the small of her back, but no hint of the opening remained. She turned to the mirror to see if she could use that to find something, but froze when she saw the leftovers from the night oozing out of her slit.
"Sexy, isn't it?" A voice said in her head.
Syn ignored the voice at first. Her expression made her look like she was about to cry, but the suit's lack of tear ducts didn't allow her too. Besides, the way her face looked it just looked frightening, and frightened was just how Syn was feeling at that moment.
"I didn't even know him!" She sobbed, her alien voice croaking and shifting.
"Oh, you know he wanted it just as much as you did, all I did was...magnify what was already there."
Snapping, she reached around to the back of her head and plunged her fingers into her tendril hair.
"GET THIS THING OFF OF ME!" She roared monstrously, clawing at the back of her head.
She wanted out. She didn't want to be Syn anymore. She just wanted to be Rachel again.
"Oh, you can pull me off if you want to, but you won't stay away forever. I had something you needed, something you desired, and I gave it to you. Now your mind won't truly let me go until I get what I want."
"STOP! PLEASE STOP!"
She could feel the suit start to undulate, as if it were trying to seduce her into keeping it on, but Rachel was to panicked, too scared to listen to hit. She wanted to see her face again, more than anything else at that moment. Her clawed digits furiously dug their way under her tendril hair to try and find an opening. Suddenly, the suit relented a bit, and one of her fingers sunk into a small gap just under the base of the spinal cord. She pushes in further, trying to get as good a grip as she could on it.
Once it got deep enough, her other fingers follow, until both hands are gripping the opening with all of her strength. She pulled and pulled until she heard that familiar squelching sound of the mask opening up. Slowly she was peeling her skin off of her, revealing her own slime soaked hair underneath. Once the mask was opened past her ears, she gave the hardest tug she could, and with a yell the front of the mask detached from her face, and the slimy appendage slid out from her mouth. She gasped for breath and let the mask hang down and rest on the tops of her breasts.
Almost instantly the rest of the suit loosened, and Rachel was able to take her claws and dig into the seam along the small of her back and yank it open. She quickly peeled off the rest of the skin, which still clung to her like a weak adhesive. She slides her arms out and pulls off the alien breasts off of hers, immediately stopping any sensation they might have been giving her.
With the top part of the suit off, she turns her attention to the crotch. [SENTENCE CENSORED] The suit immediately loosened its grip on her legs and she reached down to pull them out. Just as the last part of her suited body, her right foot, was about to slide out like the rest, the suit began to tighten again, holding her there as if it were taunting her. She gives one final tug and she was finally released and allowed to topple over clumsily on the floor.
Not wasting any time, she stumbled onto her knees and grabbed the suit with both hands. She saw the back of the suit already contracting and closing a bit along the back, like it was resting. She flung her closet open and tossed it with force into the back. She didn't have a way to get rid of it, if she took it to the woods someone else might find it, and if she reported it, everybody would know what she just did.
She could hear her classmates now; instead of "prude" she'd be a "freak" a "slut".
She stumbled and ran to the bathroom across the hall, still naked and still covered in the suit's residue. None of it seemed to be dripping onto the floor, but that didn't even register in her mind as she stumbled and sobbed her. When she reached to bathtub, she cranked on the hot water and turned on the shower, letting the steam begin to fill the room.
Rachel didn't stand in the shower. Instead she crawled on all fours over the side of the tub and wedged her naked body into one of the corners. She buried her head down into her legs, her pussy still throbbing between them, strands of suit-slime still dripping off of her body, and sobbed. The hot water of the shower, which to her would normally be too hot, rained down on her body, mixing with the tears that ran down her face. Chunks of ooze dropped off of her and floated around in a circle until they were caught up in the drain's pull and disappeared from view.
"You can't stay away forever" she repeated over and over in her head like a litany. "I had sex with that man...I fucked him and I didn't even know him..."
She tried to rationalize it, saying that it was Syn that did it, not her, that it was the suit. She knew in her heart, though, that it was still a part of her that made up that creature. She could feel it in the dark, perverted recesses of her mind.
She couldn't get away from it, she felt tainted and un-whole.
Like in the bathroom at school the day before, she wrapped her arms around her legs and cried until the water became too cold for her to bear
