Author's note: Story may contain non-human transformation, female submission, and monster sex!
Feedback appreciated, especially notes of what you liked, so I can write more like it.
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Curse of Scales: Chapter 2 (of 3)
Day 26 -410,00 credits (in Debt)
My body moved so differently. I was fine if I looked forward...
But if I looked down at my emerald scaled legs I'd became self-conscious and I start to wobble. I had to just not think about it, and I could walk fine.
And I finally got around to feeding him again.
He seemed confused, and he didn't snarl for once. He looked at me oddly, staring blankly.
"Yeah this is your fault," I said pissed off. I threw the wolf chunk into the cell, but his eyes didn't leave me.
Scales head bobbed, and I heard that despicable click-drum noise emanate from his throat.
"No!" I said and gave him a swift kick through the bars. "I don't need you making mating calls at me!"
That shut him up.
But the fool tried it again that night.
I could barely hear it from my tent, but in some ways that made it even more annoying. The way it just hung in the air, just out of reach, made it impossible to sleep.
I went to shut him the hell up, I had another big day of hunts tomorrow.
But the closer I got the more intense the sound was.
Step by step it reverberated in my head.
Felt more real and intoxicating than in the recordings.
'Shut up!' I tried to yell as I banged on the cage, but it only came out as a whisper.
He stared at me and blinked stupidly. He grew louder.
"Stop," I whined softly in confusion, "Please stop." But I could barely speak, my voice felt locked up.
I squeezed my own throat, in confusion, feeling it vibrate.
I was purring back at Scales.
I was responding to this mating call, just like hybrids in the recordings.
I was purring and I couldn't stop.
I ran in terror to my tent. I was shaking and had gotten so aroused my pants looked like I pissed myself.
I had never masturbated so hard, my fingers plunging in and out of me.
It shamed me, but I couldn't get the image out of my head.
I told myself to ignore the sound. My tent was safe, he'd never get to me.
Unless he got loose after I fell asleep. That somehow he removed his collar. And I, defenseless in my tent wouldn't hear him approach.
I'd awake as he collared me, suddenly sapped of all my strength. Powerless to stop him he'd force himself upon me.
"No," I moaned and shook my head, knowing it was wrong but even my fantasy lizardman wasn't a nameless Alpha, but Scales himself.
I thought of him using me while I begged him to stop.
After he used me sexually, I imagined him leading me to cage he escaped from. He led me there and chained me in corner as I had done to him.
I climaxed as I touched myself, imaging myself as a transformed huntress, naked and collared, kept prisoner in her own cage.
The orgasm cleared my head and I felt disgusted. I had cum thinking about Scales raping me then imprisoning me!
What the hell was wrong with me?
Day 27 -410,00 credits (in Debt)
Again I debated activating the transponder, but there was no need to call it quits just yet. There was a much simpler solution.
I just couldn't have a living lizardman in my hub.
Scales had to die.
I wasn't going to end up like the girls in the recording, submissively mewing while being raped by a monster!
I moved fast.
Tethered in the cage with a suppression collar meant he didn't stand a chance. He stared at me dumbly making that awful clicking croak.
I raised my arms up for the killing blow as my own involuntary purring hit a crescendo. The intoxicating song reverberated through my body.
Even though I was staring only into his snake like eyes, out of nowhere a lewd image of his aroused dick oddly invaded my mind. It was there I could 'see' it.