This is filed under Erotic Horror because as it goes along, it'll feature gruesome deaths and violence. It will, though, heavily feature incest, big tits and big dicks like most of my stuff, along with non-human magical creatures. If none of that is what you're after, don't bother continuing from here.
And, as always, everyone involved is at least 18.
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"Fucking cataloguing," Dr Mia McAllister swore as she looked at the dusty array of bottles, boxes and containers on the shelves in front of her. She was a research scientist, god damn it, and shouldn't be concerned with what was a thoroughly mundane task. But here she was, stuck in the basement of the Wilbraham Academy and tasked with catching up on the years' old back log of specimens.
The basement door opened and Mia looked up, almost snarling at the sight of her assistant Kat Denholm. It was her fault that they'd both be sent to the basement and given this god forsaken job.
"So good of you to join me," Mia said sarcastically.
"I'm really sorry, Doctor," Kat said, hanging her head in shame as she approached her boss.
"Sorry doesn't get us out of doing this," Mia grumbled, indicating the row on row of shelves. "If you'd thought about what you were doing before you posted that picture, I could be getting on with more important things instead of being stuck down here with you."
Kat wanted to curl up into a ball and vanish rather than see the annoyed expression on the doctor's face. "Sorry," she said again.
"If you're that sorry, you can start cataloguing the ones at the far end," Mia said, pointing to the back of the room.
Kat picked up the spare clipboard and pen and shuffled off to the back of the room.
Just a week before, Kat had thought that finally, after six months of working together, she and the doctor were actually becoming friends. One of the other research scientists had invited Mia out to celebrate his birthday and, as she'd been in the room at the time, he'd asked if Kat wanted to come along as well. She'd refused at first but had agreed when Mia had insisted she come.
Dr Mia McAllister was everything Kat wanted to be: she was incredibly smart, having studied several sciences and gained her doctorate despite her relatively young 22 years of age. She'd been fast tracked through university and gained a prestigious job at the Wilbraham Academy.
She was also stunning, her film star looks complimented by her slim figure that was all graceful lines and smooth contours. It was like working with Kiera Knightley, Kat had thought on more than one occasion, and she longed for some of that glamour to rub off on her.
Kat knew that she wasn't bad looking herself. She had a certain homely charm that some men found attractive and had never found herself short of admirers but, if she was honest, she wanted to be slimmer. Her boyfriends had used phrases such as curvy, generously proportioned or big and beautiful. Several unkind girls she'd know had simply called her fat or dumpy - - her breasts were small but her belly and hips were large, much larger than she liked. She dyed her hair electric blue in an effort to divert attention from her body.
When Mia had asked her to accompany her on the night out, Kat had thought the months of her working diligently for Mia were going to finally pay off. The doctor had never been hostile but was always businesslike. Despite her looks and figure, Kat didn't think she'd ever been out on a date - - she'd been asked out plenty of times but simply wasn't interested in men or dating in general. For her to insist on Kat's attendance was, to Kat's mind, proof that Mia wanted to spend time with her.
The night out had been fun, on the whole, though Mia had been less friendly than Kat had hoped. By the end of the night, after a few more drinks than perhaps was needed, Kat gave into the boys who pestered her to try and make out with the Ice Queen as they called Mia. If she was honest, Kat did have a small crush on the doctor so it wasn't too difficult to approach her and give her a big kiss, startling Mia for a second, long enough for Kat to take a selfie as the boys cheered.
Fifteen seconds later and the picture was up on Facebook.
One day later and the Academy's board were made aware of the photo.
Two days later and both of them were called before the board to explain what they called "inappropriate behaviour of professional staff." The punishment for the offence was for both of them to lose a week's pay and to spend a week in the basement cataloguing the old specimens.
Kat was mortified. She'd lost the tentative friendship of Mia who now looked at her with contempt and, rightly, blamed her for the predicament they were in. On top of that, she was forced to work with her in this dark, dusty and forgotten basement.
Having no choice, Kat started working through the boxes and containers that had been sent or donated to the Academy over the years and which mostly contained useless ornaments or long decayed fruit or vegetables that someone had thought might be interesting. The list on her clipboard grew as the day wore on, stopping only to make a coffee - - Mia had made herself a drink without offering Kat one.
As she stood at the end of the room sipping at her drink, she looked at the next box on her shelf. It was old, the cardboard scuffed on all the corners and edges, the label on the front peeling off as the glue that had held it in place deteriorated. A dark stain ran around the base of it, dark green at the bottom fading into a rich red at the top.
Kat put her coffee down and pulled the box from the shelf, grimacing at the dust that came off it. She found herself smiling at the writing on the top which tried to pin down the origin of the contents - - all the suggestions had been crossed out by the writer of the one that followed it, starting with MEXICO then BRAZIL, CONGO, EGYPT, INDIA and finally OUTER SPACE followed by several question and exclamation marks.
Intrigued, Kat opened the box. It was perhaps eight inches tall and half full of what appeared to be a thick, reddish green fungus. There were two large spheres resting on top of it, connected to the main body of the fungus by thick, fibrous ropes. Despite its appearance, the contents of the box gave off a pleasant scent that brought to mind freshly baked bread.
Kat leaned forward, closing her eyes, and breathed in the scent, smiling as she did so.
A long rope of fungus leapt from the surface of the mass and wrapped around her neck, squeezing tightly. Kat's eyes flew open as she grabbed at the tentacle with both hands, trying to gasp for breath as the rope cut off her breathing. Unable to move the rope from her throat, Kat felt herself growing weaker and staggered into the table, her mug of coffee falling off and shattering on the floor.
