"Ah!" Mary shrieked, jumping back in surprise and leaning against the desk behind her as she brought up a hand to cover her mouth. She sounded more scared in that moment than she had when Melvin was threatening her, I briefly realized.
I blinked, then took in a deep and shaky breath, barely able to ignore the excruciating pain throbbing throughout my entire torso. The room was still spinning, my heart was pounding quickly and thunderously, and the well-dressed, large-breasted woman staring at me furrowed her brow after a few moments of silence passed between us. I wasn't able to focus enough on her expression and body language to realize that she wasn't relieved, and then blurted out something pretty stupid, given the circumstances.
"I think he's dead." I said flatly, stumbling to the side slightly as I quickly began to lose my balance by just standing there in my tiny little office space. "Are you okay?"
Mary lowered her hand and looked at me with bewilderment at that, then glanced down towards Melvin, who was face down on the carpet.
"Uh..." She said, looking back up to meet my muggy gaze with her own stunning, violet-colored eyes. "I had it under control, y'know."
"Did you?" I weakly, but sarcastically asked, then coughed into my fist and I used my other hand to brace up against the wall closest to me. "Because, right now, my organs would beg to differ."
The bitch
actually
rolled her eyes at that.
I mean, I guess I wasn't all-that surprised. Someone of her caliber in appearance could act like any kind of bitch in the entire bitch-colored rainbow and get away with it just because she was a confident eleven-out-of-ten. Would anyone really blame me for resigning to care entirely from that point on and just blatantly stare at her fantastic tits for the rest of our encounter? I think not. Simps, maybe, but I digress, and was delirious from the pain.
Melvin let out a soft, pained groan, but still wasn't showing any signs of movement.
"Oh, good." I chuckled weakly. "Mel's still alive."
"Look..." Mary began, reaching up to rub her temples. "I'm sorry that things got out of hand, but I had him under right before you decided to play hero. I already had a plan to wipe both of your memories and call an ambulance for you, too... How are you still conscious, by the way?"
She didn't look concerned when the question was asked; I could tell she was just more baffled than anything.
"I'm fine." I lied, then coughed into my hand again, this time with a few very small blood droplets escaping its shield and spattering against Mary's exposed cleavage and her glittery, purple dress. "... My bad."
"Ugh."
Mary groaned, wincing and looking down at the light mess I'd made after-the-fact. "Should've seen that one, uh... c-coming?"
The look on her angelic face went through a series of expressions following that instant. At first she appeared startled, then annoyed, then confused... and then... I'm not really sure how to explain that last one.
Hungry?
Like, not cranky-girlfriend-hungry, but
hungry
hungry.
As if I looked up from Mary's tits and met the predatory gaze of a red-eyed beast who hadn't had a proper meal in days.
"Are you okay?" I meekly asked once again after yet another long moment of silence, feeling myself slipping away into unconsciousness as I stood there.
Damn,
I thought to myself, briefly wondering if a certain pain in my chest was because of a punctured lung.
"I..." She said, then met my gaze again with a faraway look in her eyes as they began to glow. "I don't know."
While I recognized that unforgettable glow from earlier, it was different this time. Instead of a bright, captivating violet, their coloring shifted towards more of a deep, piercing shade of ruby-red. It almost matched the very minor freckles of blood spatter on her torso perfectly, as if I were simply comparing their previous color to her dress, only this time her magical stare didn't fill me with a sense of peace and calmness.
I only felt fear and pain, and those emotions were amplified by the wide, bone-chilling, fang-bearing smile she gave me. In what felt like an earth-shaking flash, Mary closed the relatively short gap between us. Before I could fully understand what was happening, her arms wrapped around my body with my own pinned to my sides in a vice-grip, and her teeth sank deep into the flesh of where my neck and shoulder met.
That was the last thing I remembered before blacking out, and every sense of pain and discomfort in my shattered body faded away along with my consciousness, just as the distant voice from earlier whispered to me one final time in the back of my mind.
"When you wake up, this will all feel like a distant, forgettable dream..."
.....
I let out probably one of the most intense yawns of my life, then stretched my entire body along the living room floor in front of my couch as my mind slowly crept back into a state of consciousness.
The first thing I saw when my eyes opened was the edges of my coffee table and couch, and I blankly stared at the ceiling above for some time after that.
I felt fine, almost great even, which was strange given how much of an emotional alcoholic mess I'd been for the past few days, but I didn't see any reason not to take advantage of my peace of mind and relax there until I needed to take the morning piss.
Something was definitely off, though. While this wasn't the first time I've passed out on the couch and then proceeded to roll off of it in my sleep, it didn't feel like I was wearing the same clothes that I'd gone to bed in last night. Lifting my head to get a good look at my attire, the sight of my postman's uniform was fairly jarring.
For some reason, there were also several distinct and very dirty shoe prints across my stomach, as if someone had decided to use me as a doormat. Come to think of it, I vaguely recalled going to sleep in my own bed last night in just a pair of boxers after killing half a bottle of Jameson. Not to mention, I didn't feel an ounce of pain from the hangover I should've had, and last night seemed like a lifetime ago...
I eventually rose to my feet and looked around my living room, not seeing anything particularly out of place. The front door was slightly open, which was a bit unnerving, but the few neighbors that I lived with in my small apartment building were quiet elderly folk that kept to themselves. If any of them had seen it like that, they probably would've just politely closed it for me without bothering to look inside.
So, that raised yet another question, I thought to myself as I walked over and shut the door.
Did I sleepwalk onto the couch last night? Why am I already dressed to go to work? Who the fuck came into my apartment while I was sleeping?
I was good about making sure everything was locked up at night, obsessively so. A few strong drinks and a headacheless black-out wouldn't have changed anything about that. I almost began to wonder if someone broke in and attacked me, but like I said before, I physically felt great, fantastic even. Not just that, but nothing was missing. I had a good-sized TV that was ripe for stealing, all of my savings were in the bank, and my wallet was still in my back pocket from whenever-the-fuck I'd put it in there.
The sound of the bathroom door clicked shut to my left. It was at that moment I turned and glanced down my hallway, and all of my previous suspicions and concerns left me in a single instant. Don't get me wrong, none of them were answered, and only more would've piled up on top, but the unnatural look in this bizarre creature's terrifying gaze sent a spike of adrenaline through me.
The end of my hallway was pitch black, and the only things that I could make out were two, huge, glowing, and ruby-red eyes looking right at me.
"What did you do to me?" The low, growling voice of a woman spoke as the pair of eyes slowly came closer. "What are you?"
"I-..." Anything I had to say to those questions was caught in my throat, not that I had any idea about how to answer them anyway. What the hell was this thing talking about?
"Answer me." She demanded, stepping out of the hallway and into the dimly lit space of my living room. "Or else I'll report you to the Beauro,
after
I'm through with you."
What came into view was not at all what I expected.
This beast, who was easily six inches taller than me, was, in fact, an honest-to-God catgirl.
She wore a crown of long and thick and perfectly-straight silvery-white hair, every inch of her unclothed and curvy figure was covered in short fur that was the exact same color as her extravagant mane, nine four-inch-long translucent whiskers poked out from each side of her full cheeks, her facial features were still human in every right with a slight bit of sharpness added because of her fur, and the flesh of two wide and very pink nipples proudly stood out amongst the sea of white softness that covered her perfectly-round, wonderfully-jiggly, cantaloupe-sized breasts.
It was safe to say that I was quickly becoming just as aroused as I was terrified at this impossibly strange encounter, and if those striking eyes of hers weren't radiating a sense of murderous intent, I probably would've made a furry joke before trying to flirt with her a bit.
"Sorry, but I don't have any idea what you're on about." I said with a nervous chuckle while taking a step back, my palms raised in defense. "How about we just calm down and discuss this like adults?"
She didn't say anything, gave no sense of acknowledgement that I'd said anything at all, and only kept taking careful step after step towards me as she scanned my body like a fresh meal.
"Because if that's not about to happen, I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to-"
"I tried, but I can't hold myself back anymore..." She cut me off in a breathy whisper, the thick, tentacle-like tail behind her flicking against the floor like a whip as a set of thick claws slowly extended from the tips of her fingers. "This is your own fault."
