A Tentacle

Something gave way inside of her. Lois gasped, not in pain or pleasure, but in surprise. She could feel things move inside of her abdomen, shifting and turning beneath the surface, and a flood of something cold and wet spilled out from her depths, dribbling out between her legs... For a moment, Lois thought that she had somehow wet herself, but then she saw the red light playing on Angelica's face...and realized it was come from between her spread thighs.

The thing moved. Lois could feel it, at the very back of her birth canal, the rarely-used nerve endings coming to sudden life, registering touch, pressure, heat, and above all movement...something crawled along the dark, wet depths of Lois' cunt, twisting and pushing along her channel, and the reporter's knees shook and her hands on the stone tightened into a white-knuckle grip as she felt the air shriek past her, as though objecting to the profanity that was passing through her.

Lois wanted to howl too, to pass out, to go mad, but she was too strong for that. All she could do was hold on, terribly and keenly aware of every moment of the ordeal going on within her body.

It started small—almost a tickle at the mouth of her womb—something reaching out, pulling itself forward in a small, inching movement. But the farther it progressed, the thicker it grew. Already, Lois could feel it moving unerringly toward her pussy, strange, viscous juices spilling out of her to ease its passage, and she could feel the slimy, muscular girth of it now, as thick as any normal cock she had ever known—though none of them had ever reached so far into her depths.

Except it kept coming. Now the sides of thing were scraping along the walls of Lois' tunnel, pressing against the sensitive nerves, rubbing against every little ridge and bump of her cunt...and it was still growing. The unwanted stimulation set Lois' toes to curling, sweat chill against her skin in the screaming wind, heart pounding in her chest as she was fucked from within.

Lois almost missed the first, tentative trespass as the tip gained the entrance to her pussy, tasting free air for the first time. Her mind was too focused on the massive bulk of it as it stretched her channel. The thickest part, deep within, felt like a swollen bicep within her and looking down at her abdomen she could see the distended bulk of the thing moving beneath her skin, even as the far end of it was just breaking free from her dripping cunt.

Blaze smiled, ruddy light playing on her features. She pushed Lois' thighs wider apart until the reporter almost screamed as the tendons and ligaments were stretched almost horizontal. The shemale's hard cock was pressed up close, only inches from the tentacle slowly emerging from Lois' pussy.

The reporter stared in bewilderment. It was black, the skin smooth and slick, like a whale or dolphins...but there was some transparent coating or layer on it, and underneath that, things winked open in the darkness...mouths or eyes or some other orifice Lois couldn't name, but they opened vertically like little slits, and when they did, a cold red incandescence shown through from within, as though reality itself had been sliced open and Lois was watching the dark between the stars bleed.

Pressing the tip against Lois' taint, bent almost double, the tentacle suddenly contracted, and Lois felt it pull itself farther out of her, and it was all the reporter could do to hold on for dear life, afraid that the terrible tentacle would drag out her insides along with it in a total prolapse that would leave the reporter gutted and gasping upon the stone. Blaze's cock twitched at the sight.

"Come forth, Yog-Sothoth!" The fiendish futanari chanted. "You who are the gate and the key to the gate! Give me your blessing!"