Fight or Flight

Ella stood transfixed, staring down at the horror on the floor in front of her. It disgusted her. Childishly, Ella had sworn to herself never to have sex with anyone but Peter. If he didn’t want her, she didn’t want anyone else. Though she dismissed it as the stupidity of a child, some of the promise still stuck with her. But the ideas of sex toys and pleasuring oneself was always horrifying to her. Ella wasn’t even brave enough to look at herself naked in a mirror.

She was snapped out of her shock by a soft voice. She panicked, her face flushing with embarrassment as she whirled around.

But there was no one.

She looked around wide-eyed and confused. Then she heard the whisper again. It was unintelligible, but it was directed at her she knew… somehow. Finally, her eyes came to rest on the… thing… on the floor. It whispered again, and the red veins seemed to pulse very faintly from base to tip as it did. She walked around to the other side of it, glancing at the tiny hole in the tip where all the veins seemed to converge. It whispered again, and she knelt down for a closer look, wondering what it tasted like.

She stopped herself. What it tastes like? No, that was a disgusting thought. What was wrong with her? The aspiring geologist inside her wanted to pick it up. To study it. But there was something that seemed evil, something that seemed altogether wrong.

Then again, what could be wrong about a rock? She reached for it.

But she stopped herself again. No, this was not an ordinary rock. The whisper interrupted her thoughts, and she began to feel like there might not be any sound coming from the… thing. Instead it was as if it was speaking directly inside her head. Curious.

She looked down to see that she’d picked it up. “No!” She said aloud. But she didn’t drop it. Ella looked at it again. It may have looked like a penis, but it didn’t have any balls. She squeezed the base of it. Something shifted. She squeezed several more times, each time watching in fascination as a large scrotum began to form at the base. While the shaft itself was black and firm, with pulsing red streaks spider webbing across it, the newly formed scrotum was soft, and a semi-transparent black with visible glowing red testicles inside.

The whole shaft was definitely growing warmer in Ella’s hand. This thing could make me feel amazing, she considered. Wait, no. That was the worst thought yet. She dropped it again, but somehow it landed upright. She marveled at that development until a thought struck her. Cursed toys. This had to be a cursed.

A tiny drop of red liquid slipped from the tip and ran down the side of the toy. Headed for the carpet, she reacted instinctively to stop it with her finger. Ella wiped her finger upwards to clean the spill before she even thought about it. She squeaked and held her finger as far away from herself as she could.

She stared at the sparkling red… stuff… on her finger. Is more like goo than liquid. It looked delicious.

“Ella, no. Stay strong.” She encouraged herself.

“Don’t worry. It tastes even better than it looks.”