Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
First submission!
Madison was excited to get one more jog in before the sun set. Prom was three days away and she had no desire to look anything but perfect when she wins prom queen.
Madi was the best at getting her way. She had her stepmother wrapped around her finger since her father had passed four years ago. He left everything to his angel with the exception of a small allowance for Erica. Ensuring his daughter was set for life and had a mother. Even if she was a pushover.
In school, Madison didn't dwell on the social scene so much as the athletic. She was captain of the varsity volleyball team since her junior year and could be swimming for State next year. Daddy's money or not, that scholarship consumed Madison.
She only wanted prom queen to completely win over the school swim coach when she was expected to visit.
Madison stood tall and athletic. 6'1" 145 pounds with a strong presence. Her crimson hair always kept in an athletic bun. Her eyes a warm brown and green. Madi had flawlessly blossomed into womanhood when she grew six inches and c cups last summer. Her tan skin was from hours outside swimming or attending practice, leaving her natural and golden. Her legs are strong and shapely, able to bend and stretch like a gymnast. All thanks to her yoga lessons.
Today she was wearing her matching pink sports bra and short shorts. With white running shoes.
Her best feature was invariably her pouty lips. They were the only thing she really inherited from her mother, a woman who died in a car crash before Madi could walk. Those lips are plump and have been her greatest feature recently. Her father always pointed out her photos. How very similar the two were.
She grabbed her mp3 player and pressed shuffle on Taylor Swift. Running downstairs and toward the back door, Madi floated past Erica in the kitchen. Erica tried to warn Madison about the reports of meteors, but Taylor was too loud and Madi didn't want to hear it anyway. Her mind was focused on her waistline.
She sprinted out the back door and followed the path that leads past the pool, stable and eventually follows into the back property. Where the lush country forest of Normal, Illinois can stretch for miles.
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Meanwhile one of the very meteors Erica mentioned had already crashed down far from any person to report.
The object itself was no larger than a tennis ball and similarly round. Scorched black from burning in the atmosphere upon entrance. The crater it left behind was rather small considering the speed at which it hit. Hardly noticeable.
The ground was thick with mud and the moisture steamed around the meteorite. The metal was baking the ground in place.
Within the foreign object a single noise broke. A cracking that sounded less like an egg and more like volcanic glass. The side of the vessel caved in and fell leaving a hole big enough to thread a pencil.
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Madison was feeling her second wind. She knows where mile marker 4 is long before turning the bend.
She was considering pushing ahead or resting when the ground disappeared from under her left foot. Madi faceplanted and her vision was dark.
She regained her bearing in a moment and felt a painful swell on her temple. Racing up, she found blood on her finger.
"Well that's fucking perfect!" she screamed.
Furious with herself, she turned her attention to what caused her tumble. And was shocked. It looked like some kind of meteor! She gazed at the metal's surface and saw black deeper than oblivion. Yet as she watched, the metal began sparkling.
