Author's Note
: This installment is a bit of a break from the usual subject matter, requested by my muse. While the character is the same one from my
Jackie's Sexy Adventures
erotica anthology, this is set in a different timeline, a timeline where her assailants are of a more fantastical nature.
Likewise, this story contains elements that may be uncomfortable for readers (beyond the noncon stuff) including a nonhuman partner, knotting, veering dangerously close to incest. Due to strong personal beliefs, I must reiterate that I do not condone the actions taken within this story by select characters- they are meant to be purely titillating fantasies, and outside of fantasies they are inexcusably evil. All characters depicted are 18 or over.
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It was about six in the evening when Jackie heard the explosion. Well, actually the statement was inaccurate on both counts. She felt the rumble as it shook her cubicle, rather than actually hearing it, and thus had no idea there was an explosion.
Stretching in her seat, she let out a long sigh and rubbed her bleary eyes. It seemed she was going to be in for another late night working on debugging the new password verification software the company was rolling out. At least the overtime was nice.
A half hour or so passed after the mystery rumble when her dry lips became too hard to ignore. Smacking them, she silently bemoaned her ridiculous fluid intake.
Getting up out of her seat, she strolled down the empty hallway and towards the kitchenette. Everyone else had already left the building, and the automatic dimmers left much of the office in twilight. She liked the strange quiet, in its own way.
The kitchenette still had the little tv on the counter on. She spared it only a quick glance as she opened the minifridge and went rooting for a water bottle. Unscrewing the cap, she leaned against the counter and took a long pull, sighing in relief.
The word 'explosion' caught her attention, and she looked back at the tv. Some talking head on the local Fox News outlet was saying a small biological research center downtown had an industrial accident. No foul play suspected.
Sure enough, straining her ears she could now hear the faint whine of sirens. Looked like overtime had its small favors- at least the traffic would be back to normal by the time she was ready to head out.
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She wouldn't have believed that in the last hours of the day her round booty was being watched keenly and hungrily by an intelligence sort of like her own, yet just as lustful; that as she sipped her water and jutted out her chest to stretch she was being scrutinized and desired from outside the window of the office.
Her stalker raised one of its tails and pressed the sharp tip against the window. Soundlessly, it sliced a perfect circle in the glass, then dug its claws in to secure it. Without a sound, it pulled the barrier away, and stuck its face through the hole.
The scent of her sex was intoxicating. Borrowed instincts and desires stirred within its heartless chest, mixing with the urge of its prime genetic donor. Yes, she was the perfect incubator, and it would breed her.
But it would also enjoy itself first.
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Jackie was almost done with her water bottle when the lights in the main hallway turned back on. A frown crossed her face- the lights were triggered by motion sensors, but she was the only one in the building at this hour. Did someone forget their laptop or something?
Tossing the bottle in the bin, she stepped out into the hallway and looked across the sea of cubicles, but saw no one. The office was just as quiet as before, yet not quite as still, and that worried her.
The young Thai woman rubbed her arms, suddenly cold despite her thin sweater. Straining her ears, she could now hear the faint moan of wind, and its uneasy call sent a chill up her spine. She followed the sound, after a moment's hesitation.
It wasn't hard to find the source. A near-perfect circle about the width of a trashcan had somehow been cut into one of the big windows that served as an office wall, and through it came the cool March evening breeze, flapping her pencil skirt.
She didn't bother to theorize what could've done it. Didn't matter if it was a cat-burglar, a strange accident, or whatever. She was getting the fuck out of here.
Slipping off her heels, she half-ran, half-walked towards her cubicle, stooping a little in case someone or something was looking for her. The chill was worse, now, and she felt her nipples poking at her sweater, unencumbered by a bra.
Her cubicle was thankfully unoccupied, and she slipped inside in a rush, grabbing her purse and her keys, making sure to hold the latter directly in her hand to not make a sound. No chance of taking the elevators- she was going to take the stairs.
A low sound caught her notice, and she spun around to the doorway. As soon as she did, a strangled yelp escaped her.
Something
crouched in the doorway. How to describe it? There was no real natural equivalent to the creature. It was as dark as the night, with silver highlights in its chitinous flesh visible at certain angles. In some places, its hide looked like a skeleton, in others the guts of a great rusty engine. From its shoulders hung what looked like tails, though they seemed more like woven cable than anything else.
It regarded her with a frightfully human face. Or, at least the facsimile of one- it seemed more a death mask of hammered silver, still and unmoving, with holes where the eyes should've been. Instead of hair, its oblong head was adorned with a quartet of curved horns whose shapes were practically phallic.
"Oh fuck," Jackie said, still as statue. Her heart pounded in her ears. "Oh fuck."
Then it
moved
, crab-walking a few paces towards her, and slowly rose. Jackie had always been a short woman, but she could've been as tall as Michael Jordan and still come up short before this thing.
It loomed over her, taking up the entire universe in her eyes. Its face was so close it could've leaned forward and kissed her, and Jackie now realized that it