Gender: Male Age: 25 Location: N/A
|Introduction: A story of a girl with a special gift. She is able create spectacular works of art with ease. Her parents die in an accident on their way to her art exhibit, and she blames herself. Through self loathing and sadness she attracts... *****Spoiler*****. She teams up with some unlikely new friends to try and learn just what is going on.|
Kelly sat half asleep in the school room chair leaning on the slab tabletop. It was cold against her bare arms. It was first period class, and mornings always felt so fresh. Not like the end of the day when classrooms were stuffy, loud, and filled with kids watching the clock. No this was morning and the room was still adjusting to students. It was hard to think of the schoolrooms being empty and quiet all night, but there was no doubt when you sat in first period soaking up the cold.
Mrs. Francis rolled around the class eyeing the students’ progress and walked up and touched Kelly on the shoulder, “Are you having some trouble this morning?”
“No...,” shifting in her seat uncomfortably, Kelly hated when people patronized her. It seemed everyone in this shitty little town had made her personal turmoil their own. None of it was her fault of course; life had dealt her a very hard hand.
She straightened up in the desk stretching her back with a yawn. Her bare lower thighs touched the cold desk below her skirt, and suddenly the morning shifted gears on her. The cold that was mildly soothing and clean became her enemy with only knee high socks and skirt for protection. It felt like the desk had been left outside in the wet dew last night. The cold began creeping though her clothes making her skin shiver as a rash of goosebumps broke out. Trying to ignore prying coldness she leaned forward and grabbed the charcoal pencil and looked at the large blank paper.
She didn’t care for pencils of any kind; Kelly was a painter, and entirely too good for her age. Now here she sat in a room full of kids her age in an art class, though she was lifetimes ahead in the subject. It didn't matter; none of it mattered, she knew it was just some stupid steps she had to go though. It wasn't that bad after all, she could have gotten a sticky note pad from the teachers desk and drawn silly cartoons fanning the pages while everyone, “Oooo Ohhh and AHhhh'd.”
She tried to think of what to draw. It always worked best to draw what she felt and today she felt like dirt. She had been feeling a lot like dirt lately. Not just any dirt, the good decaying leaves and black organic matter on a forest floor a few inches down. An idea grew in her mind and touched the edge of her lips with a grimace.
On the way to her class every day, strolling down the walkway that connected the buildings, one consistent idea popped in her mind like clockwork. Like an itch she couldn't scratch in the back of her mind. It was a nice concrete walkway with strong red brick columns to the relatively new roof. Art class was the farthest building out, but strangely the walkway extended a good bit past it. In the grand plan for the school, more buildings were planned but the money dried up, and stopped right in the middle of the walkway. It was like an old man who was walking into a grocery store just died standing between the automatic doors, but nobody knew he was dead. Everyone from parents to janitors wanted the walkway finished, but it never would be. Someone had failed to tell the guys pouring the concrete and laying the bricks that the plans changed, so they just kept on going. Until of course some big wig saw the waste and put an end to it. It was a very nice looking walkway to nothing. Even the brick columns stood at the end waiting on a roof to come out and meet them. At the end of the walkway there was a little forest. The “forest” was just more untended weeds and brush than actual trees, no one felt like clearing the area and it all went wild. None of the janitors touched it probably out of the same confusion the builders had. Was it supposed to be something or nothing?
Kelly eerily drawn to the spot would sit and wait on school to start everyday at the end of the "walkway to nowhere" by lonesome self. Not wanting to go to class or god forbid the lunch room, she just stared at the twisted picture of wild nature. She stared mostly at the beds of leaves which collected from the few trees. Again no one cared to clean any of it up. She wanted more than anything to go over and join the bed. Curl up fetal position and just let the day pass her there.
Closing her eyes Kelly leaned back in the desk as another dark shiver ran up her spine at the coldness. She pictured the place in her minds-eye, standing at the edge of that walkway leaving her backpack behind stepping off the edge and into woods. She found a suitable spot at the base of three trees she curled up like a cozy dog on a lazy day. It wasn’t good enough to just lay on the leaves, she squirmed like a turtle digging for hibernation, which is exactly what she wanted to do. A few inches down it would feel cozy, like scratching a deep biological itch. Squirming further with leaves piling up around her legs she got to the decaying dirt she saw something, and popped her eyes open startled. It made her shudder because her mind hadn't actually imagined it. She felt like she had really discovered something. As if she were really digging out there in the dirt. She had found a big fat white grub worm. Like the ones you might see on a lawn treatment bag at the feed and seed store. Prior to that moment she had never seen a real one or even knew anything about them.
Kelly didn't know this was the tip of an iceberg. The tip of the spear, because something very real had just happened. Her mind actually had borrowed into those woods or perhaps those woods borrowed into her mind. Billy Mason an eternally dirty boy with overgrown dark brown and unkempt hair so greasy that it was black, had been out on a bathroom break for the past half hour. He had been visiting a special place in the bathroom stall. On his way back to class down the walkway, he looked over and heard something in the woods. It gave him a shudder and he picked up the pace to a slow trot as he ran inside. Nothing existed in those woods and the sound was unnatural. Not that Billy had any idea of what it was or could be, he just knew it wasn't a janitor, and walked a little faster feeling unforeseen eyes sizing him up.
Kelly leaned forward and looked down at the paper and drew a few short lines randomly. Why not draw the little worm? That would surely get Mrs. Francis going. Billy came into the room and walked passed her to take his seat directly behind. She held her breath knowing Billy’s BO stench. Of course it didn't matter because when she did take a breath it was only a bigger stronger breath of it. He must live without water or a shower.
Back to her empty page, from the few lines twigs materialized, then the stem of a maple leaf which soon branched off at a small woody knuckle. More crumpled leaves and random decaying matter all smudged with a skilled finger creating a circle of organic gunk around her paper in surprising time. The center cradle of the birds nest was blank and waiting. She paused, a strange hesitation, normally once she got going on a project she couldn't stop unable get the image out of her head fast enough. But she stopped now. Starring at the paper asking herself if she really wanted to do this? Probably because it was clearly out of character. She was always labeled as a good kid.
Mrs. Francis stopped at Billy, “Yes Billy your making progress, but you should try to use the charcoal pencil as more than just a number two, remember the lesson yesterday in class, because that’s the grade.” Kelly whirled around to see. She should have known not to. Billy had drawn a glorified stick figure of a girl in a black pleated skirt much like the one she was wearing. The idea of him writing some sort of elementary scribble love note made her flush with anger. Billy thought she was blushing and smiled in return. She kicked off and her wool skirt pivoted on the stone seat with greased ease. Back to her paper she looked at the circlet of dead leaves, it would have been a crown fit for Jesus’ head instead of thorns.
“Oh wow,” Mrs. Frances now stood over her. “And what kind of little woodland critter will be the centerpiece?”
“Just you wait and see,” Kelly said without looking up or moving in the slightest. Mrs. Francis understood the attitude and walked on back to her desk and sat pretending to grade papers.
Kelly worked hard drawing a black and white film quality grub worm just like the one her mind had seen. When she was finished she looked at it triumphantly. She wished she could be a fly on the wall when Mrs. Francis saw this fat ugly thing. Some of the others were finished and had made a pile of papers on an empty desk. She would just slip hers underneath the pile and wait for the fireworks.
She picked her paper up by the top two corners and looking at the grub closely even she was surprised with her work. It had so much depth and shadow. She might have to use charcoal more often. Lifting the paper further to get an angled look her heart jumped, as if a big nasty bee just flew in her face. The charcoal grub did have depth a real depth. like some sort of illusion. She pulled the paper up to get a better look when the impossible happened, it appeared to change. Shadows moved as she moved wafted the paper. The drawn grub peeled more than rolled, and came off the paper and clumsily continued off her desk. It landed on the floor like a bouncy ball with a lead core. It's crazy this couldn't be happening she had simply fallen asleep at her desk she thought blinking her eyes. The black and white thing sat on the floor like a paper cutout that somehow had mass and even a shadow. It poked around, knowing it didn't belong in this world.
Frantic, thinking it was the spilled marbles of her mind on the floor, she checked her paper and the white center stared back at her blank and untouched. Looking around the class no one else was watching; they were all self absorbed. She looked at the floor again, but saw nothing and breathed a sigh of relief. But her paper was still blank. She began searching again like Charlie from the chocolate factory had just lost his golden ticket.
She looked to her right where Candice, a preppy girl sat hurriedly drawing a basket of fruit. Kelly would have been friends with a year earlier, but that was before her parents died. The charcoal grub that didn't exist and couldn't exist now crawled over the girls shoe and was making it's way up thick sock. The thing looked real enough, and even tugged on the blue sock fibers as it went. It still looked exactly as she had drawn it, now flexing and moving! This couldn’t be happening it’s an illusion; a very bad dream. She watched as it neared the top Candace’s sock just above the knee. It touched her lean calf and the tiny nub legs struggled for a hold. But she didn’t notice, she only brushed her long blond hair back and continued working.
It got traction and kept going up her thigh. Kelly was wrought with fear and confusion. She wanted to just slap the thing off the girl, but it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. If anyone had noticed they would have thought Kelly was mad staring at Candace’s legs with unblinking ferocity. The charcoal creation continued its trek up Candace’s thigh until it reached the hem of her skirt and it rolled under it between her legs. Kelly’s heart raced; it just couldn’t be she wanted to warn her friend or just scream, but she was frozen with too many emotions. Paralyzed she waited. Kelly watched as the bell rang, Candace looked up with white hot fear as her eyes suddenly wild. Kelly knew why.
The grub had fell on the slab seat and headed for the gusset of her white cotton panties. It easily dove under the elastic band. That's when Candace finally felt it. Leaving charcoal smudge on the elastic band, it squeezed it's plump body underneath. It never hesitated, reaching the delicate moist flesh of Candace’s body. Candace shot her hands down holding her crotch like a boy who had been kicked in the balls, but it was too late. It squeezed its fat little grub body segments inside the quivering girl's wet labia as she stood and ran for the door. As her legs pumped, the supernatural creature squirmed inside and found something it didn't expect, semen. It's dark purpose out of order but the programming was unstoppable and undeniable. It grew incredibly fast while it struggled deeper to plant the seed for another chance.
Candace had shot out of the class leaving her paper and bookbag. Kelly looked down at her own paper with the missing centerpiece and decided to turn it in as unfinished, also grabbing her classmate’s stuff.
The hallway traffic near impossible. The deluge of students were all going one way. The rest of school was at the end and the other path went to nowhere. Though she was going with the flow, it was slow and impossible to escape. Kelly fought looking for Candace's flowing blond hair, but not seeing anything. She had ran almost in tears to the nearest bathroom, and sat whimpering trying to figure out what was inside her. Kelly finally caught up and equally unsure took the next stall. She waited listening to Candace’s weak crying whimper and shuffling feet. The bell rang and everything got quiet, except for the girl in the handicap stall.
“Candace?” Kelly had no idea what to do but knew she had to do something, she was somehow at the center of all this. The girl said nothing, but whimpers became louder and turned into full sobs with a yelp from time to time as the creature grew. Kelly squatted down and tried to look under the stall walls. Candace sat on the toilet with her feet spread wide, and panties ripped and dangling on one leg. She hadn’t just pulled them down, she ripped them down. Kelly bent closer to the thin steel divider and placed a hand against the side avoiding bubbled paint and rusty spots.
“Ar..are you ok?”
Candace started to say something but only groans came out as she held her abdomen. Her body cramped again trying to expel the evil creature that had no intentions of leaving. Kelly got down on the floor and started to crawl under the wall. The tile still held the morning cold. Kelly wouldn't have dared to touch the sickly greasy floor, but this was an emergency. Halfway she hesitated not wanting to commit and slide her stomach across the nasty floor, but Candace's cries got her moving again.
“What the-, ooo, aaahah” another wave of pains washed over Candace’s face she was flushed and struggling. “Go away!” she cried like a child in a tantrum unable to do anything. Kelly stood before the girl just as confused but knowing she had to do something. Candace’s feet stayed planted wide but she closed her knees trying to cover her nudity. A patch of bare skin exposed under her crumpled shirt was clean shaven. It was impossible but it looked like her tummy moved from the inside with a bump. Candace let out another cry and heaved forward with shallow gasps.
“I have to help I don’t know how, but please let me try. I’m not sure if what I saw was even real, but it's very real to you,” Kelly got down on her knees before Candace. “You have to trust me, I only want to help, let me see,” as Kelly placed her small shaking hands on the girls bare knees.
“Oh, god it’s huge... iiii it’s tearing me apart,” Candace was barely able to speak over her exasperated breathing. Kelly didn't understand the thing was only the size of her thumb.
“Let me see,” she slowly applied pressure urging her to open up.
“Oh God,” Candace cried. “Just get it out!” and she opened her legs. There was a little line of shaved of pubic hair hiding under her hands; she well into the grips of puberty. The outer labia were swollen and plump full of surging blood. Kelly jumped as something inside moved and gaped the poor girl for a heartbeat. But that just couldn’t be. Kelly reached a shaking hand closer, she had to pull it out. The red outer labia relaxed and wrinkled trying to close. As Kelly she was about to touch her something swelled inside again stretched her open tight and wide Kelly saw a white and charcoal smudged ball undulated wildly and disappeared again. “Hurry!” Candace moaned and grabbed Kelly's shirt by the shoulders wrenching in grips of the creatures power. The overlarge grub was trying to push it's dull head though her cervix. It vibrated the plump tail against her g-spot playing the helpless girl's body like an instrument. It needed her to orgasm, freely giving up her mind body and spirit to combined desires.
Kelly pushed her fingers in, the warm wet flesh accepted them with ease. Kelly prodded the robbery grub just as she had imagined it, only now it was huge. There was no getting it with a finger, so Kelly tried to pinch it with two but couldn’t get a lasting hold. It was humming and thrashing inside and totally impossible to hold. Candace went into mild convulsions and her legs began to stiffen.
“Hold on I cant...” The thing inside knew it's time was short slapping it's body against her g-spot.
Candace cried out as her hips buckled and snapped. Kelly speared her hand and pushed it in, luckily pushing the creature away the girls most sensitive spot. Candace now had Kelly’s hand and the creature inside and went white and started gasping while her face went pale. Kelly grabbed the tail like a door knob and started to pull as Candace's finally released, hips went wild with muscle spasms grinding on them. She could feel the other end thrashing angrily trying with all it's might to pull forward, but Kelly fought it back. She could see the affects in Candace’s face, her eyes rolled and she finally fainted going limp and slowly rolled off the toilet. Kelly panicked unable to stop the fall or release her hold on the thing. Candace continued off Kelly’s hand finally tugging free over her knuckles of her closed fist still clutching the tail. The limp body fell away and grub slid out effortlessly.
Fear and surprise gripped Kelly; the thing was huge, it was as big around as her wrist and several inches long. It thrashed wildly like a snake in her grip and made a thin high pitched shrill cry of a demon. The wetness of Candace’s body made the grub hard to hold. It looked like an illusion still. The soft fluorescent light shone off the shiny white body, there was not denying it was real. But somehow though the lines had melted away, it was still that same charcoal drawing. More troublesome still, Kelly felt the end of the walkway. like hearing an old song, clear as day she just felt it.
She didn’t know what to do, its large heavy mass was flopping around, jerking her arm as she struggled to hold it. Then it doubled and tiny legs latched onto Kelly’s. It reached all the way up her forearm now. Reflex forced her to drop the drawing and she scrambled back. It clamored to hold on but fell into Kelly's lap smearing Candace's wet fluids across on wool skirt. Kelly tried to get back kicking her legs just trying to get away from it. The grubs tiny legs held fast to her skirt and then with a skillful flop pinched onto her bare inner thigh. Kelly smacked both hands down onto it knocking it to the tile. Using the weight of it's plump tail it thrashed and threw itself at her again. Kelly was scared to death and looked over at Candace for help, but she lay helpless with torn panties around one ankle.
The grub's tiny claws latched onto Kelly's panties and squeezed around her sensitive mound with precision. She threw both hands trying to knock it away but the creature ripped the gusset out of her panties as it went. How could it be so powerful?
Kelly looked down at her own open legs and near defenseless pussy. She pulled her knees up trying to get her feet under her and get to the door, she just wanted to get away. The tile was slick as ice and she landed on her bottom again. The grub flicked off and lunged spearing at her crotch again. Her head fuzzy she felt the smooth wet head spread her labia threatening her virginity. Another shove and it would be buried. Her hands pushed down blocking and then grabbed the creature. It was much stronger now, thrashing she got it to the toilet and shoved it head first into the hole soaking herself and Candace's unconscious body with toilet water. She shoved and pushed then finally flushed watching the last of the tail disappear.
It threatened to clog but cleared as Kelly let out a heavy sigh. She sat back hard on her butt stabilizing herself with her hands on the cold and wet floor. She looked at Candace who was still out. She reached over and slid the useless panties off Candace’s ankle put them in her bookbag and ran.
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