Toxic Love
Lawrence slammed an unsettling statue he had just bought onto the vanity while shuffling out of his shoes, having returned home from a trip to his favorite novelty thrift store. He didn’t want to deal with his wife deafening him with complaints, but she was already at it.
“So we aren’t calling each other anymore?” She shouted, following him like prey around the living room. “I’m sitting around all day confused, can’t make heads or tails of this gas bill and I can’t even reach you! Why are you so silent lately? You fucking those girls again?”
Lawrence angrily tossed his coat at her and yelled, “Oh don’t give me that Tess! As if you haven’t been fucking around yourself! I can’t deal with you at home anymore, so excuse me for making time for myself!”
Tess looked like she was ready to blow steam out her ears, scowling at Lawrence turning his back to her. She wasn’t going to stand for it.
“Sure, turn your back on me like always big boy! You aren’t the one who is supporting this family. I am!”
Her words made him stop in his tracks.
“I am the breadwinner, I do the cooking, the cleaning! What do you do? Show me some god damn respect!”
Lawrence gritted his teeth before shouting, “I have a job and I put more hours into it than you do! Sure, I don’t get paid nearly as much, but I’m trying! I can’t stand the long days if I come home to you going off on me!”
“Well maybe if you would actually talk to me, or do any of the work around the house! All you do is ignore me and plop your ass onto the couch!”
The glares both were sending were as fierce as they’d ever been, tonight feeling like a new breaking point for their already tarnished relationship. The fact they hadn’t divorced already boiled down to pride. Neither wished to admit defeat, feeling if they were the one to make the choice it would be admitting they were the one that caused things to fail.
“You bitch!” Lawrence yelled, approaching his wife’s face. “Who do you think pushed me away huh? You cheated on me!”
Tess held her ground, matching his furious anger with her own.
“You never even treated me like a wife asshole! Hitting on other girls when we were out… All I’ve been is some trophy for you!”
The shouting match went on and on as the moon crept into the sky, doused red as if fueled by the violent emotions filling the atmosphere of the once humble home. Lawrence’s statue began to glow underneath the moonlight pouring in through the bayview windows. It was a blood moon and the bloody match between spouses was stirring the statue’s mystical forces. Lawrence couldn’t have known, but what he purchased was an ancient relic of unknown origins—a grotesque totem in the shape of a rough ball dripping slime, with numerous glassy eyeballs bulging out from the surface.
As the intensity of the argument grew, so did the intensity in which the statue rattled. Red, glowing cracks formed across its surface, releasing thin beams of light that shot out like spotlights. Eventually it caught the couple’s attention and they both gawked at the statue basked in red energy. It was blinding and pulsating, the moonlight in the window matching its intensity until it completely engulfed Lawrence and Tess, both enveloped within a warm red emptiness that they felt weightless in. They could feel themselves hovering for a few moments before their feet finally touched ground again. The bright light faded, revealing to them a place that was not their home.
Wherever they had landed seemed remote, far out into the wilderness away from any signs of civilization. It was nighttime, the last vestiges of sunlight fading from the skyline. Both wandered about their immediate area, quiet and confused, unsure of what to make of their situation. Fear over their predicament rose sharply with the rising of the moon, the light it cast a blood red.
Tess shivered and pointed at the moon in despair, noting that it appeared to be dripping blood. The moon looked coated in it, redder than Mars with vast seas of red filling its craters. Its ominous glow painted the sky in a dark maroon and the many clouds burgundy. Lawrence broke next, as what could only be described as blood started to rain down from the swollen clouds.
The two rushed for any cover they could find, Tess screaming as she held her shirt above her head. They thankfully found shelter beneath a large, thick canopy of trees. Thinking the ordeal over for now, Lawrence gave a sigh before turning to face a large lake. The water was as red as wine and covered by the canopy as well, only allowing the occasional raindrop down. However, these drops of blood rippled across its surface like a harbinger of doom, each one creeping with intent towards him and Tess like footsteps across the water.
Tess could only shake in fear, eyes closed, wishing not to look upon reality. Lawrence clutched her tight, feeling a presence approaching from the lake. The ripples reached the shore and then ceased, but the air was still thick as if something were watching. A couple minutes passed of nothing, but the tension still grew.
Lawrence couldn’t stand the stalemate and shouted, “D-Damnit, show yourself!”
“No, stop yelling! What if something hears us!” Tess begged.
Suddenly the lake’s surface stirred and from it crowned a large round dome. Tess closed her eyes once more, but Lawrence looked on, fascinated and horrified by what he saw. A large ball, covered with and dripping blood thick as mucus, rose from the water and hovered in the air. Its surface was constantly leaking, looking like some creature devoid of flesh barely holding its shape together. Even more bizarre was when its skin—if it could even be called that—started to boil, bubbles rising and popping as white bulbs began to emerge all over along with what appeared to be tufts of red hair.
Tess yelled for it to stop as a chorus of pleasurable wails that bordered on screams of agony echoed through the canopy. The voices were coming from the dripping blood ball, human shapes crawling up from its slick, slimy coat. The forms varied, but most were female or in the realm of androgyny. Their skin looked polished to a sheen and their nipples were puffed and stimulated. Mouths were all open, constantly moaning or panting with trails of drool. They were all rolled up together in a ball, their lower bodies unseen and buried underneath the orb’s goo.
Lawrence wanted to run, but was frozen in place, feeling like a giant weight was pressing down on him before the presence of this otherworldly abomination. Already so terrifying, the monster still continued to change shape as it seemingly stirred itself awake. All the human forms who until this point had their eyes closed, opened them. As they did, the white bulbs that had been appearing rose more prominently across the surface, the slime around them opening like eye slits. Both human and slime brandished chroma pupils. The eyes of the slime throbbed excitedly, the sclera dripping as if it was barely holding together.
All eyes then turned towards the couple and the humans giggled blissfully. The mucous skin of the ball began to sprout spaghetti-like tendrils that hooped at the bottom and groped at its human bodies. The blobs resting on the heads of the humans took on the shape of dripping hair, with the slime coating shimmering like an oil slick. Fully awakened, it began to hover towards the two.
Lawrence had little time to think as the monster was alarmingly fast. So he did what he figured best in the moment and shoved Tess away, telling her to run. For as much as he had grown to despise her, he knew whatever fate awaited her with this thing she did not deserve. Tess however, stood still and yelled NO over and over. She did not want to desert Lawrence, did not want him to throw his life away like this. She stretched out her hand, hoping he’d grab hold and run with her.
Lawrence yelled, “Please go! Guh, aaagh!”
He was gripped from behind by a gang of goopy tentacles. They bound his body and reeled him in, his legs and arms sinking into the slimy pits of the creature. Lawrence begged for Tess to run as much as he could before his pleas were taken over by screams of terror. The ball was groping him everywhere, some of the tendrils tearing his clothes to bits. Fully nude, he felt the ball start to violate him, his submerged dick and butt hole being stretched and filled by viscous gunk. It was simultaneously penetrating him as well as filling him, the slime seemingly filling every inch inside of him, its movements able to be seen pushing up against his skin.
“Oh f-fuck! I-It’s inside me! Shit, make it stop! AAAAGGH!”
Tess was planted in place just as Lawrence had been before, all of this far too horrifying to be real. She watched her husband’s body being toyed with. He writhed and changed, body becoming more supple, skin more glossy and smooth. All his muscle appeared to be fading as well, siphoned away by the tentacles beneath sucking like straws.
Lawrence could only gag and groan, feeling overstimulated and stuffed. The slime was everywhere inside him and he was numb from the hips down, his legs and dick feeling as if they had melted away. All sensation down below was being replaced by a collective writhing of unstable, runny mass. It felt like he had many legs, all of them spreading about like roots and wriggling like limp noodles. Each one mingled with a neighboring one, and like nerve endings, battered the pleasure centers of his brain.
While hacking up a wad of slime Lawrence felt his voice crack into an androgynous tone, his face crunching and contorting thanks to the tentacles beneath gripping hold of him. Slowly his features became more effeminate and his pupils glistened with the same sapphire chroma as his attacker. The hot, constant pleasure was becoming all he could think about, the creature grabbing hold of his very mind as it pooled into his head.
Tess tripped backwards onto the ground, taken aback by the pleased wails now spewing forth from her husband who now looked like a slim, feminine man with fat erect nipples. His tongue hung limp and panting, looking the same shade of red as the monster consuming him. His hair too was now one with the slick surface of the creature, his old hair having been shed and replaced by a goopy tomboy cut.
Seeing the manic expression of him cackling and moaning with a stare locked dead onto her, Tess finally felt her legs move. As she rose up though a tentacle caught her by the leg. She fell to the ground as more grabbed hold of her and began to drag her towards the lake.
Tess screamed her lungs out, tearing her nails off as she tried clawing at the ground. Her fate was sealed however, the orgy of bodies thirsting for her, their joyful cries promising an existence of eternal affection, of eternal sex.
Just like Lawrence she was lifted into the mess of tangled bodies and wriggling gunk, her lower extremities melting away in the bloody depths. Her arms were bound above her head as if tied by bondage, her squirming minimal as her holes were pounded and insides coated. There was no way to block out the building pleasure, nor the sense of collective will being enforced upon her. It was pure and utter domination, her emotional and bodily needs blurring and assimilating with the monster’s self-orgy.
Her features were enhanced, her modest breasts ballooning to the size of watermelons and her nipples swelling to the size of small frisbees. Her hips, which still peaked above the surface, broadened into wide, thick hills that bestowed upon her a rather unrealistic hourglass shape. Not that it mattered anymore, her dreamy body suspended more as a piece of erotic art than working as a functional human.
Tess could feel powerful thoughts taking over as her hair turned slick and face became more cute and bubbly.
Pleasure…
Beauty…
Pleasure…
Beauty…
PLEASURE!
BEAUTY!
That was what the monster desired, what she desired now.
She let out an agonizingly long moan, tongue flying out soaked in saliva. Her mind had broke under the weight of a shared orgasm, melding into the sea of others racked in endless ecstasy.
As the misshapen orb roamed away from the lake and out into the bloody rainstorm, the skin on one of Tess’ massive tits rippled and a large eye opened. It looked up at her and she turned her eyes down at it. Both squinted a knowing look at the other, Tess able to sense Lawrence in this eye despite his body being positioned on the opposite side of her. They were in agreement that there was nothing more fulfilling than this—no more stress, no more fear, no more worry. Here there was nothing but a happy marriage of souls.
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