The Beast Within

Cosmic dust casues havoc amongst the male population.

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						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.