Everyone knows what happens on Saturday night: The Creatures of the Night come out to play. The spirits are released from their bottles, overflowing from cups, and the campus turns into a scene straight out of a fight club...
From the courtyard, the sounds of two drunk guys trying to outdo each other with loud shouting can be heard. But behind closed blinds, on the other side of campus, sits a young woman named Amy Bond at her computer. She's happily typing away on an assignment, headphones over her ears to block out the chaos around her. As a matter of fact, she is slowly rocking her head back and forth like a pendulum. Her thoughts flow clearly as she writes, happily correcting herself as she goes. She's in the zone, at a good pace, until the intrusion of a door knock breaks her concentration.
Muffy, her small, feisty roommate. Amy could get a clear picture in her head of what waits for her on the other side. Hands on hips. Pouty lips, upturned nose. But what Amy most remembers Muffy for is that accusatory and permanently exasperated gaze. It's there on the other side, she can feel it.
What would normally make people dread opening that door, Amy was excited to get a visit from her room mate.
"Muffy!" Amy says with a smile, taking off her headphones with some trouble (it got caught up in her ponytail again) and opening the door. Like she predicted as Amy looks down to see her friend: Pout. Cold Gaze. Nose. All there. Extra hard tonight. Again, because of the loud jackasses outside becoming even louder.
Amy adjusts her heavy framed glasses. She meets Muffy's mood with a curious head tilt.
"What's up?"
"Yo, I can't take this noise outside, I'm gettin' the hell outta here for a bit. You comin' or what?"
Amy peeks through the blinds to see what is going on. The courtyard is now flooded with security to break the two guys up.
"...you go, Muffy. I think I'm going to spend the night alone here and listen to music."
"Pffth, suit yourself." Muffy sighs. "Be careful, Amy. Dere's a bunch of weird shit going on lately. Rumors of nighttime paralysis sort of things. You think this school is possessed by a demon, or somethin'."
"Maybe...I wouldn't doubt it, though it's just a rumor. Good night, Muffy, please lock the door behind you."
With that, she waves her friend off as she leaves down the hallway and out into their shared living room. Amy puts her headphones on, and goes to snuggle up in the bed with her cell phone.
"Heee, I'm done using the big computer, now it's time to use the little computer~" she thinks to herself. She logs onto Patter, a social media site built for digital asspats. She is browsing through her follower's feed, on the look to see if there's something nice out there.
Amy's mind shuts off, except for the idle thoughts that bounces around while browsing. Cute cats, cute cats, hey look, a mad ramble about the current state of the world. Oh, Isn't that something...
Oh, Isn't it something...
A picture scrolls up on her screen. It's an Ero comic...of a boy in a classroom in one frame looking at a girl's phone. The next frame, he is dressed up in cute catboy attire, getting his cute cock milked by her pussy. In the next frame, she playfully pushes the tail into his ass, causing him to yeowl "just like a real kitty ♫". Rapid frames in motion showing motion of his cock pumping, and finally, the climax frame, a full page. There's a tiny panel that shows her womb being filled up by her mate's seed. The heart swirls in his eyes as he cums within her, the frame of his cock twitching within her... the complete joy of being overfilled with a healthy load.
Amy's hand wanders downward underneath her body as she stares at the phone.
Mmm, she's envisioning herself getting entangled with him. The feel of his skin. She rolls up onto the pillow, propping herself up, pretending it is him underneath...
"Meow~" She says, nipping at the side of the pillow and tugging on it with her teeth. It's his "cat ears"... and she giggles feeling his cat tail flicking against her leg.
Wait... that's not a cat tail.
This felt...nothing like a cat tail at all! In fact, it felt like...like manipulatable jello...
And it's now going up her leg, leaving a hot trail of slime on her thigh. She tries to move away from it, but she totally didn't even notice the one that is curling around her waist. It holds her down securely in place. In an effort to fight it off, she shakes and wiggles her entire body, but the struggle is just too much. She's lifted up into the air, and beneath her, in the shadows cast below, the world opens up and she can see inside her bed a deep chasm... a void. Tentacles are crawling out from underneath the bed, creeping their way around her wrists and legs. The glasses that hang off her nose ridge nearly fall off... but are pushed back by a single, slimy tiny tentacle, which brushes against her cheek and directs her attention to the bed void.
From it, is the voice of a man. The voice talking to her is calm. It is smooth. It is slow.
"Do not be afraid. I do not wish to harm you. You can relax."
"...w-what?" she stammers. It speaks again. This time, the voice is a little bit more hushed. She tunes in to the voice
"You can relax. Do not be afraid. I do not wish to
harm
you. I am just holding you..."
"You're my bed, though..." she says, looking at the void. She could see silver gleams of her face starting to form within the shadows.
"That's right, I am your bed." the voice responds. "Your bed that you like to rest upon. Would you like to rest, Amy? Would you like to...relax?"
The bed presses a warm, slimy tentacle up on Amy's neck. It was massive yet gentle, its tip moving with the grace of a feather, circling her neck in a dance of relaxation. Each pass was like a spell, easing away the knots of stress, leaving her in a state of peaceful surrender.
She lets out a throaty purr and drops her neck, her eyes unfocusing.
