Chey and Heidi

Chapter 3

The brackish marsh where the mouth of Black Creek spilled into the sea was Chey and Heidi's favorite place to fish. It was quiet, it was secluded, and, for whatever reason, the bugs weren't bad. You could sit down, drink a beer, and pretend to catch things all day without getting half your blood carried off by mosquitoes.

The sun was creeping toward the horizon. They'd be watching it dip out of sight in just a few minutes.

"Did your internet ever come back on?" Heidi asked, checking her phone before swapping it from her hand for the beer she was holding between her knees.

"Nope." Chey said. "I think I heard there was a tree down on the lines or something. I've been using data."

She shook her own phone at Heidi, who nodded.

"You think it messed up the cell towers?" Heidi asked.

"I'm not sure. My phone was fine when I was at work today."

Heidi inspected her phone again.

"Mine's acting funny this evening."

"Well, I don't come out here to use my phone." Chey said, somewhat admonishingly in that way she was so good at. Heidi grinned, tossing her phone down into her tackle box.

"You'd think differently if you were waiting for texts from Brad."

"Maybe." Chey said, smiling. "But dick is only half as good as pussy."

She laughed, sliding her hand over to her friends seat and between Heidi's legs. Heidi jumped, embarrassed, but giggled.

"You keep saying that but doing nothing to prove it." Heidi said.

There was an awkward moment where both girls were smiling and looking at one another, their eyes locked while the last sliver of light disappeared beyond the ocean. Then Chey shrugged and leaned in, over the arms of both their chairs, her lips smashing into her friend's with fervor. Heidi's eyes shot open, the first kiss being sloppy, but slowly she closed her eyes and let Chey work, their lips locking together, their tongues slowly dancing along the tip of one another's.

"Why the fuck did we even come out here then..." Heidi said with a haughty breath as her hat fell off and landed in the sand. Before she knew what was happening, her chair tipped over, and both girls were dragged into the sand together. Chey laughed, landing on top of Heidi and getting up on her hands and knees.

"Smooth." Chey said.

"I didn't do that on purpose." Heidi replied.

"Sure."

Chey raised up, her fingers sliding under the hem of her shirt before she pulled it up and off, tossing it to the side before sending her bra to join it. Then she leaned forward, letting her bare breasts push down against the soft fabric of Heidi's shirt. They kissed again, lip locked for what felt like an eternity and a fleeting second all at the same time.

Chey's hands worked their way down Heidi's sides, pushing her shirt up before nimble fingers danced over the button and zipper of the blonde girl's shorts. She pulled them away easily, leaving nothing but a thin pair of panties with a wet crotch to protect Heidi from Chey's ministrations.

Heidi' s fingers found Chey's button through the soft fabric of her panties, and then both girls were working on getting Chey's shorts off. They were tossed to the side with her panties in tow. Suddenly naked from the waist down, Chey took a moment to let Heidi drink in what she was seeing before she scooted forward, letting the wet lips of her pussy leave a trail on Heidi's lower belly.

Heidi was just about to tell Chey to keep coming, wanting to get a taste, but then something large loomed behind Chey. At first, Heidi thought they'd been caught by someone, but then she realized that the thing standing behind Chey was some sort of huge fish creature. It looked down at the girls with hungry eyes.

She screamed. Chey looked back over her shoulder in time for a cock that was over a foot long to hit her in the face, leaving a slimy trail of its own self lubrication over her cheek. Her eyes shot open in surprise as a scaled hand grabbed her hair.

“Hey what the fuck!?” Chey had time to blurt before the throbbing dick was slipped into her mouth.

Chey struggled, both hands coming up to grip the monster’s phallus, though that only seemed to improve its experience. She pulled roughly, hands adjusting to get a better grip with each slip of her palms, and the thing audibly…moaned? Gurgled? Whatever that sound was, it was clear the monster liked it.

Heidi could only watch in horrified fascination, both wanting it to stop and enjoying the show all at the same time. Her mouth opened in awe as the creature’s cock slipped over Chey’s tongue and into her throat. It was so girthy, so much bigger than a man’s, that she could see its outline against Chey’s throat.

There was a moment where Heidi realized that Chey wasn’t even **** on it. She’d be sure to bring this up again someday…

The monster roared as its cock popped free from Chey’s mouth, either on purpose or accident it was hard to say. It throbbed once before there was a splatter of chalky-green cum across Chey’s face, splattering into her hair and leaving her mouth open in shock and eyes closed in reflex. The thing was beyond being able to work on its aim. Instead, its member pulsed again, a spray of green cum splattering across Heidi’s belly before a third spurt hit her panties and instantly soaked them through.

Not that that was such a tough task…

Chey was suddenly being hauled around so that her back was facing the creature, and then it was pushing her head down, leaving her ass up in the air facing it…

“…run!” Chey was able to squeak out as the two girls realized her weight wasn’t pinning Heidi anymore. “Get help!”

Heidi didn’t need any more incentive than that. She wriggled backwards and sprung to her feet. She’d lost her shoes and shorts, and so she ran barefoot and half naked back up the gravel road toward Chey’s truck. The gravel beneath the soles of her feet were excruciating, but adrenaline and fear were pushing her as though her very life depended on it, and for all she knew, it did.

She jerked the passenger door open, throwing herself through to the driver’s seat. Her hurt pounded. Her palms were sweating. The quarter mile she’d ran up the road might as well have been a marathon. She panicked for a moment, wondering where the keys were, before realizing that Chey had left them in the ash tray, as she always did, because ‘there’s nothing in this junker worth stealing’.

Thank god that it was a junker with nothing worth steering.

Shaking hands grabbed for the key in the ashtray before fumbling them into the ignition switch.

The truck roared to life.

Gravel flew as she sped away.

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Chey, of course, was not so lucky.

She found herself completely naked and pinned to the dirt face down ass up, her ample bottom in the air where the scaled hands of the fiend gripped her hip and ass with raw power. There would be no getting away. She could only adjust her posture as she looked back over her shoulder, past the big green hand maintaining pressure on her lower back to keep her in position while the wriggling cock rubbed itself over her bottom, leaving trails of tacky green cum in its wake.

She could still taste the little bit that got in her mouth.

The bulbous head of the thing’s dick slide between her asscheeks, up and over her pucker before slipping back down to menace her pussy lips, still swollen with arousal from her brief moment with Heidi. He could feel it, feel its juices rubbing over her, mixing with her own before the monster’s hand squeezed her ass, simultaneously parting her for entrance and jolting her with the strength and pressure of the hand’s effort.

The head throbbed against her vulva…

And then the thing pushed its hips forward, filling her with the squirming cock. She could feel it inside her moving, pulsing; it was almost like it was twirling, spinning counter clockwise as the thing groaned. The sound was almost a croak, and the hand on her hip perfected its grip before the thing jammed itself forward harder, sinking deeper, stretching her in all the right ways.

“Fuck…” She whimpered, unable to think of anything else to say. Her eyes remained locked on the beast as she looked over her shoulder, her hair and face resting against the soft beach of Black Creek’s mouth. There was a moment where she dreaded the thought of having to wash it out of her hair…before she remembered the reality of her situation.

“Oh christ you’re not going to eat me are you?” She whimpered to the thing glaring down at her, but of course, it didn’t answer. It only groaned in that guttural, croaking way as its hips rocked to and fro. The stretch was sooooo good. At one point, Chey chastised herself for the way her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head.

The first time she came was with little more than a shudder. Her body shivered with pleasure while her hands balled mud into her fists. She could only squeak in delight, as wrong as it was, while her toes literally curled and her pussy clamped down on the creature’s dick.

The creature kept fucking her, pistoning its hips now until she was slowly sliding forward in the sand, and knees and elbows leaving little trails as she went. Her hair fell down from its ponytail, covering her face, and she frantically blew at the strands to get them out of her eyes and mouth while struggling not to get knocked completely prone while the thing had its way. Maybe it was the struggle, or maybe it was the animal savagery that the thing exuded as it worked, but she came again, her pussy gripping the monsters cock like she was holding to it for dear life.

Then it came.

She felt the first gush fill her before the second gush squelched out and dribbled down, some going to the sand, some flowing forward along the small of her belly.

She felt warm and full…

“Oh my god…” she whimpered, eyes rolling up into her head as her entire body shuddered in ecstasy.

Then she felt the gentle pressure of her belly swelling…distending…

She reached down in confusion, too enamored by her orgasm to be afraid, but too curious not to investigate what was going on, as her hand smoothed over the growing mound of her lower stomach.

The creature leaned forward, its mass against her back as it growled in her ear… Then it pulled out, its cock falling free with a torrent of cum before it scooped her up and headed back toward the water.

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Heidi’s first order of business was to go to the Sheriff. Headlights dragged the street out of its stupor as she sped down Main Street to the Sheriff’s Department. Quiet Cove was a small town, and usually there were only volunteer deputies or even sometimes just a dispatcher on duty in the evenings, but Heidi was relieved to see the Sheriff’s old SUV sitting in front of the station tonight.

She crammed the brakes into the floor before shutting the truck off, then leapt out without much of any other thought but to get inside.

The door opened. A hanging bell chimed.

“I need help!” She said. It was the first thing that came to mind as she looked past the two desks in the front office area toward the door in the back that homed the Sheriff’s private office. Within a few second, Sheriff Claire Mercer was standing at the door.

“Who’s that?” She said, looking shocked by the sudden intrusion. “Heidi? Is that you?”

“Sheriff!” Heidi said, pushing past the little swinging door that was supposed to keep the public on their side of the desk. “Please! You have to help me! There was a monster! It got Chey!”

“Wait, what?” The Sheriff said, looking confused. “Slow down Heidi, I’m not following you. Chey who? Cheyenne Dawson? What happened to her?”

Heidi was struggling to catch her breath as the Sheriff placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She flinched, but then relaxed enough to be guided toward a seat.

“Yes, Cheyenne Dawson.” Heidi said, taking a deep breath. “We were fishing, down at the mouth of Black Creek, and this thing…Sheriff it was huge…I swear it was like big foot but it was a fish…”

“That doesn’t make any sense…”

“Just listen to me!” Heidi said, on the verge of becoming frantic again. The Sheriff reached out and rubbed her shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze with her hand. “Just listen… I don’t know what it was, okay? But it attacked Chey. One minute it was just us, and the next this thing appeared out of the water and it was all over us. It…it was… And then it sprayed this green liquid all over us…”

She rubbed her hands through the drying slime all over her. Her brow furrowed like it was the first time she’d noticed it. She looked down, at the way it was on her shirt, her arms and legs, her panties. She realized in that moment she wasn’t even wearing anything but a shirt and panties.

“…oh.” She said, embarrassed.

“It’s okay. Let me see if I have something you can put on.” Sheriff Mercer said, patting Heidi’s shoulder and standing up before walking toward a storage locker in the back of the office. She pulled out a pair of sweat pants and looked them over to make sure she thought they’d fit Heidi. “You say a monster attacked Chey? Where is Chey? Did she escape? Is she hurt? Do you know?”

“I don’t know.” Heidi said softly, her hands sliding down to rest on her belly. She leaned forward, her face scrunching with pain. “I don’t feel good.”

The Sheriff took a moment to look Heidi over, before reaching for the radio mic hanging from her shoulder and calling for an ambulance.

“Non-life threatening. She’s just banged up and needs checked out. I think a lot of it is nerves.” She informed the EMT on the other end of the line before her focus went back to the girl in her office. “Sometimes adrenaline and all that can make you feel sick, but I want them to check you out anyway, okay? Just to be safe? Now, can you answer my questions?”

“Ooh…” Heidi said, leaning forward and holding herself. “Yeah, sorry. Just really feeling sick all of a sudden. Chey. She was…I don’t know. It was attacking her, and then she screamed and told me to run, so I did. It was all I could think of. I was so scared. I just…when I got to the truck, I came for help.”

The Sheriff nodded.

“I really…I really don’t feel good…” Heidi said. There was a creaking sound as she groaned, and then Sheriff Mercer looked down at the girl’s hands and watched her belly ripple below them.

“What’s happening Heidi?” The Sheriff said, watching whatever was happening. Then she keyed her mic and asked the ambulance to hurry up.

“Oh fuck…I don’t know…” Heidi said, leaning back and moving her hands. Both women could only watch in horror as her belly rippled and undulated before swelling. It was as though someone was filling her with an air pump. There was a burst of growth, and suddenly her panties were too tight. Heidi’s hands flew to the swelling, pressing down, holding herself while something grew inside her.

“I’m going to need that ambulance sooner.” Sheriff Mercer said into her radio…

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