User blog:Vanderplaus/I don't have a title for this

Humanity lusts for power like starved succubi. They deceive themselves, thinking they too can obtain the power to create akin to that of a god. Hitherto, history continuously writes itself with generations of failed endeavors. And among those failures comes a creature so vile even humanity turns a blind eye.
 * The apple falls far from the tree|

Mutants, as they are called, are neither human nor monster, since they have no reproductive organs. Instead, they reproduce asexually by splitting their bodies like cells. The grotesque and messy spectacle haunts even nightmares. Moreover, mutants are not bound by SE or DE, yet they attack humans and monsters anyway.

Their bodies vary in size, shape, and structure. They have no hair, ears, or eyes. Putrid fluids drip out of pores dispersed asymmetrically across their glossy skin. During nightfall, excited by the sun, their skin radiates a faint greenish hue. Their violently acidic bodies will completely dissolve even a monster with the thickest of hides.

Furthermore, their mouths are shallow semi-spheres; as are their eye sockets. They have no esophagus, stomach, or internal organs. Mutants begin as blobs detectable by the human eye. Until enough of them clump together, these blobs seek for one another relentlessly like magnets. They continue to do so even after reaching critical mass. Mutants have no fixed habitat and are always on the move. They are slow moving, unless provoked.

In recent years, Mutants are reaching concerning numbers. So much so that their existence is no longer discounted. The Order now decrees new regulation wherein 18 meter trenches must encapsulate every major city. The venture consumes many essential resources as well as laborers and is an ongoing operation.

Thus, replenishments are highly guarded enroute and thoroughly inspected at each checkpoint to ensure the absence of stowaways. This activity disrupts Monster Trading Routes (MTRs) and delays intercity travel for several outside The Order’s jurisdiction. Only monsters with proof of husband may pass through checkpoints. |One| “Hurry! We don’t have much time. We need to get that baby out now.”

Shouting voices echo off windowless walls. Blood from Nighn’s mother continues falling to the ground like a waterfall. Nighn emerges crying, but with still limbs. Nighn’s father stumbles backward into the corner of the delivery room. He slides to the floor with his hands over his face. The midwife continues holding Nighn, cradling the newborn in her arms.

“I’m very sorry, Cardinal. Sophia didn’t make it.”

The doctor’s words ring in his ears like a headache, but Nighn’s father already understands the situation. He sits there, motionless, with tears rolling down his face. The room reeks of iron. The doctor dismisses himself without another word. Nighn calms down, so the midwife wraps him in a blue blanket. She takes a few steps to break up the tension heavy enough to sink a city.

“Would you like to hold your son?”

However, Nighn’s father remains unresponsive. Thick, red syrup drips in spaced intervals creating a pool under the hospital bed. The midwife turns and carries Nighn to a crib placed on the other side of the room. She places him inside, then leaves the room shortly after. The door closes, and Nighn’s father sits there with two people unable to speak. |Two| “Again.”

The doctor’s subordinate notices the doubt in her instruction. However, he grabs the Y switch anyway and pulls it down in earnest. A violent stream of electrical current slithers through heavy cables. Nighn screams through clenched teeth as the current overtakes his tender nerves.

After five steady minutes, the crackling stops, the switch is raised, and the room returns to silence. Nighn’s entire body is bound to a metal chair with straps. The pain renders Nighn unconscious.

“Again.” |Three| “We still haven’t found a reason for your son’s lame limbs, Cardinal.”

Nighn’s father pounds his hairy fist into the armrest. His wrinkled robe smells of musk. He rises from his seat.

“And what of a cure?”

“We haven’t found one yet.”

“I see…”

Nighn’s father grooms his beard with his thumb and index finger. His foot taps cascade throughout the tall marble ceiling.

“Arrange for Nighn’s placement in a long-term care facility.”

The rehearsed declaration casts a winding shadow of lament. The cathedral’s stained glass windows brighten as the Cardinal’s burden is finally lifted. The secretary brings his clipboard to his chest and bows his head. Then, he turns to leave the Cardinal’s quarters. The two guards push open elegant arched doors allowing the secretary to pass. They creak shut, locking away Nighn’s fate. |Four| “Did you know that the Cardinal’s son will be living here soon?”

“Yeah I heard. He apparently has some unknown disease too.”

“I hope it doesn’t spread to any of the other children though.”

“Yeah or us.”

“True, I’d hate it if I had to be the one to care for him…”

The two caretakers continue gossiping in front of a vacant room soon to be Nighn’s. Behind the wooden door is a bed and a window. The mattress rests on wooden posts. The single pane, curtainless window allows winter to bite and summer to melt. Decades of water stains paint the institution’s outer walls.

The west wing, where Nighn is kept, lacks name plates and room numbers. He is given a personal room as one would give to quarantine the sick. |Five| One night, after the witching hour, a caretaker startles Nighn by stumbling into his bedroom unannounced. She is hanging on her stud for the night after some heavy drinking. He quickly undresses and kisses her neck all over. She drops her gown and moans softly tickled by the man’s stubble. The stud’s member dangles freely in the moonlight which splits the room into two separate halves at the window.

Neither notice Nighn’s presence lurking from the other side. The boy, buckled to his bedroom chair, watches as two shadows wrestle into one. The bed creaks rhythmically. The older male only lasts a moment before cumming inside his mistress with a grunt. Satisfied with the pathetic ordeal, she remakes Nighn’s soiled bed as to bury the evidence within its folds. The two dress and quietly leave the bedroom. |Six| Today is Nighn’s sixth birthday, however, it is also Eliphal’s day of founding. On this day, the entire city of Eliphal congregates like monsters to a sabbath. Nighn’s father never comes to visit, and today is no exception.

Nighn listens as the other facility’s residents and its staff prepare for the celebration. Streamers, balloons, drinks, and food decorate the halls. At the ringing of church bells, the caretakers gather all of the children together and leave the premises in droves. The clock tower’s bells mark the beginning of the holiday. The building falls silent, and Nighn is left alone to play with his thoughts. |Seven| A rock hits Nighn’s window, he jolts his head at the sound. Standing against his window is a little girl about the same age. She gives a playful wave, but Nighn does not wave back.

“Come outside and play!”

Nighn shakes his head. He responds to the little girl, but the words are too softly spoken for her to hear them. One of the courtyard monitors quickly approaches the window. He grabs the girl's arm and pulls her away from the window. Nighn watches as the man scolds the girl with his finger. It points at the window then points back at her.

After that day, after only seven minutes, he never saw that girl again. Nor did Nighn ever see anyone approach his window thereafter. |Eight| Monsters rape, as the motto goes. They defile the body that The Chief God bestows her children. The sexual acts strip one of their piety and condemn them to hell. Monsters are predatory and stalk humans no matter their sex, age, or physical shortcomings.

It is pain, not pleasure, that monsters inflict through their lewd and magical behaviors. And worst of all, their prey inevitably become monsters themselves. The Order and its propaganda reaches deep into each one of its cities and each one of its citizens. Every adult grew up knowing this, and Nighn is no exception. |Nighn| Once a week, a bishop visits Nighn for a checkup. His inactive body reveals no muscle and no fat, slender is an understatement. The bishop conducts his examination asking the same questions and receiving the same answers. Then the bishop bathes Nighn scrubbing his entire body clean. Nighn’s long black hair rests atop the water line. It sticks to his back even when dry.

Without a formal education, Nighn struggles finding the words to say or even the motivation to speak. Sunken cheeks conceal Nighn’s true age. The bishop reads aloud to Nighn after his baths, but reading and writing remain untaught. |Eliphal falls| Sirens blare throughout Eliphal’s busy streets. The unfamiliar sound rustles windows and stops traffic. Watchtower guards spot flocks of harpies advancing over Eliphal’s city limits. Their numbers dim the sky like storm clouds. Hurried footsteps fill the halls outside Nighn’s bedroom door. Nighn’s hands sweat, he feels his heart rate skyrocketing. He opens his mouth.

“Help”

Nighn expels, but no one comes.

“HELP”

He shouts, but it is still not enough to overpower the chaos of horror.

Nighn’s breathing hastens at the thought no one is coming for him. Nighn is not used to shouting or even talking. Overhearing the caretakers’ rumor about monsters in the past, Nighn cannot prevent running circles in his mind. He worries a monster will pluck him into the sky just like the people outside his window.

The hustle outside Nighn’s room slows as more and more people enter the city’s shelter systems or are swooped up by ferocious flying monsters. Suddenly, breaking glass shatters the growingly eerie silence. In front of Nighn stands an ominous, inhuman presence. Black wings reach across Nighn’s room with ease. She gives him a preyful grin.

“Will you not run away?”

The harpy says, presenting her slender figure for Nighn’s eyes to feast upon. Nighn’s member remains limp, but his mouth indicates everything she needs to know.

“I… my body…”

Nighn struggles to voice.

“Oh? There’s no need to worry, I will take care of your body.”

“No… I mean that… my dick…”

Nighn tries explaining to the female monster, but he is unable to finish his own thoughts.

Adrenaline cleanses Nighn’s body of fear. For the first time, his extremities are shouting at him. His eyes linger on her breasts like bees to pollen. Her glistening body hypnotizes his gaze directing it down her chest, past her abdomen, and freezes it at her stomach. He gulps with dry lips.

The blades of grass stuck in her feathers tantalizes his nostrils and relaxes his eyelids. He savors the uncommon smell.

“No good?”

She leans in bringing her supple breasts within licking distance.

“Aa…a”

She moans feeling Nighn’s breath brushing between her breasts.

Nighn’s breathing gets heavier at the sound. His mind is unable to keep up. She is a monster after all, but this is the first time he has ever seen one. Moreover, this is the first time Nighn has ever seen bare breasts!

The harpy raises her leg and perches it on the chair’s armrest. Nighn’s eyes venture from the tips of her talon to the place where thighs meet. Her sex is evident and wet. Small strings of fluid drip onto Nighn’s lap. She brings her phalange down to free Nighn’s member.

“Soft-?”

At that moment, a speeding force jets through the broken window. The impact carries both bodies through Nighn’s bedroom door. Bits of cement tumble their way into Nighn’s room.

“Bird-brain.”

Nighn hears from the destroyed hallway. Unhurried footsteps approach Nighn’s new bedroom entrance. The scent of a burning furnace quickly overtakes the grassy perfume. The clacking footsteps stop. Another lustful figure graces Nighn’s eyes. She scans the room and gives a faint smile after meeting Nighn’s locked gaze.

“Did you… is she… dead?”

Nighn’s jaw hangs open.

“Not dead.”

“But she, then you, now…”

The gynoid sighs and cocks her head back into the hallway.

“Three broken ribs, severe bruising of the neck, torso, and abdomen, moderate concussion, dislodged primaries, sprained left wing and leg-”

“Ok, ok, ok.”

She halts her analysis after the interruption. Nighn recomposes himself and clears his throat.

“Are you… gonna rape me too?”

“No.”

Nighn lets out a sigh of relief.

“That is not possible in your current condition.”

The gynoid finishes explaining.

“Right, right… wait what the fuck?”

Nighn tries to keep his stomach from jumping out of his throat. The blaring sirens continue, and a new sound enters the air. Heavy bells chime in harmony, and Nighn promptly shits his pants.

“Mutants.” Nighn mutters.

“Correct. We must leave, but first…”

She walks towards Nighn then gets down on her knees.

“No wait, I’m paralyzed. And… I just shat my pants, I think.”

But Nighn smells the truth. However, she does not stop. She pulls out Nighn’s sex and parts her silvery hair behind one ear. For such a metallic being, her hair seems unnaturally smooth and soft. She grabs his flaccid extremity in one hand and shoves it into her mouth. She sucks with such force that the slurping overwhelms every alarm in Eliphal.

Nighn remains still. Her back is visible from this angle. It is sleek and efficiently crafted. Her stiletto style feet poke out from behind her rounded bottom.

“Uhm… how long do you plan on doing this for?”

She ignores the inquiry and keeps sucking on his dick like a straw in a milkshake. Nighn realizes she’s enjoying herself.

“Ok, stop.”

This time she acknowledges the influx in Nighn’s tone and stops. She brings her face up and whips the accumulating fluids off on the back of her hand.

“Registration complete.”

She pulls out a harness, the clips give off a faint jingle.

“Wh-what is that for?”

She smiles, “For now, it’s to get you out of here.”

She anchors Nighn’s limbs together and picks him up off the floor like a duffle bag. Her calves split open and expel condensed heat. It lifts the two into the air. They drift out through the shattered window then abruptly increase in altitude. Nighn’s eyes squint, and his lips flap during the ascent.

They reach altitude, and Nighn looks down. Eliphal, a city of 500,000 residents, is as small as a fist.

“Holy fucking shit!”

He looks back up.

“Please, I beg you. I don’t wanna die!”

Smoke fumes from Eliphal’s inner city. The harpies have finished their raid, and now it is the mutant’s turn. Most fall into the city’s trench, but The Order’s efforts only hastens mutant severity. Although trenches prevent most of the mutants from entering, their bodies simply merge into larger versions. It is these Mergiants that destroy entire cities in a mere day.

“You won’t die, but we need to find somewhere safe to land.”

She locates a strip of train tracks nestled in some trees and commences their descent towards the area. She navigates through the tree line avoiding any thick foliage. Her jets whine as they slowly shut off. The grove reeks of cedar.

“Okay, explain this shit. Who are you, what are we doing here, where do you plan on taking me, how come monsters and mutants are this far inland, and why did you suck my dick?!”

The gynoid lets out a sigh. She rests Nighn under a shady tree and props him up against its trunk. She steps in front of Nighn and lowers herself like an angel’s descent from heaven.

“My name is Ki. We are here because you were in danger. I want to take you back to Atherin. Mutants were on course to attack a harpy village south of here, but instead the harpies lured the mutants into the trenches you humans make around your cities. Lastly, after seeing you, I knew who I wanted my master to be.”

“Your what?”

“My master; I am your property to do with as you please. Your DNA has been registered and accepted. I will now restart.”

“My wha-?”

She closes her eyes. A breeze passes through her short, uniform hair.

“Wow, so this is a monster girl? I expected them to be so vile, so vicious, but she’s… truly beautiful.”

Nighn’s thoughts unknowingly become words. His eyes wander all over Ki’s finely toned body. Her modest chest is exposed, but nippleless. Ki’s face turns red upon hearing Nighn’s words. He notices Ki peeking at him and lets out a gasp.

“You’re awake?!”

“I am.”

She brings her hand to the top of her lip and gives Nighn a faint giggle. They share a moment of silence as the wind heightens the tension between them. She crawls forward crunching the leaves scattered across the ground. With one hand on the ground and the other on his cheek, she speaks soft words into his ear.

“This is for you as much as it is for me.”

She opens her mouth and, with pointed teeth, bites into Nighn’s neck.

“OW! THAT FUCKING HURTS! Why are you-”

The injected sedative begins relaxing Nighn’s jaw. His eyes close loosely like a drunkard. He hears Ki speaking, but her words are too muffled. Then, everything turns black. |Connected by the chip| Nighn awakes in a daze. The lingering effects of the sedative are still circulating through his body. He rubs his eyes with both hands.

“Wait, are these my hands?”

Nighn sits up.

“What the shit?”

Ki repositions herself on Nighn’s lap, still half asleep. Nighn notices the fact then shivers. Resting on her side with her legs tucked in and her palms together is a real live monster girl. She is terrifyingly pretty. Her body is covered in tattoo-like scores, shallow, symmetrical, and uniform. They are slightly darker than her skin tone.

His face heats up. Nighn catches sight of Ki’s polished pelvis, and the slit tucked underneath it. His heart rate increases as he feels something rising between his legs. Ki stops pretending to sleep and opens her eyes at the feeling of Nighn’s rod pressing against her face. Ki lets off a smile.

“I see you’re fully awake.”

She kisses his erection twisting her body onto her hands and knees. Her gears make a faint whirring sound as they interlock with each other. She sticks out her tongue and licks from his base to the tip of his penis applying opposite pressure with her hand. They lock eyes.

Nighn’s body is shaking. He has never felt an erection before let alone the warmth of another’s mouth wrapped around it."-- More updates on AO3! --"