Symbiotic Creature by RubberMatt
She thought she’d done it, she genuinely had.
On her way to the gym Lizzie had seen the black, oddly shimmering mist engulfing the opposite end of town, the long legged blonde had just dropped everything and ran.
Pacing herself to keep ahead of the encroaching mist, and using a long metal spike grabbed from a construction works, she’d avoided or fended off all of the weird things that emerged from the gloom.
On reaching the town limits the athletic girl had turned into the wind and put on a burst of speed to open the distance.
Then she’d done something really stupid.
She had stopped and looked back.
That’s when the creature she hadn’t seen pounced.
The one that had been faster than her and gotten ahead.
In moments it had grappled her to the ground, gaped wide and swallowed her. Elisabeth could only sob as her gym clothing was dissolved and her captor sought out the paths of least resistance between her legs.
The symbiotic creature was satisfied, this one was fit, fast and agile …. she would make a great Hunter.
The creature finished engulfing the hapless young athlete, swiftly penetrating every available orifice, tendrils slithering through ears & along optic nerves, seeking the pleasure/pain centres of her brain.
Lizzie was certainly no virgin, but this monstrous violation was something else, the gorgeous blonde couldn’t even scream as her captor filled her to her limits.
There was only the squeak of rubber as her living latex prison grew more and more restrictive ….
Lizzie couldn’t utter a sound as her captor stimulated every erogenous zone simultaneously.
Even as it had gathered her up and cocooned her the living rubber prison had driven her to a rather intense orgasm, the tendrils invading her brain observing how she reacted to every stimulus, how her increasing bondage intensified the pleasure.
Now she couldn’t stop cumming, the next orgasm beginning before the last had finished.
The helplessly writhing blonde didn’t want it to stop, it felt too good …
The only sounds were squeaks and creaks of rubber as the squirming , shuddering form slithered on the cloying layer of latex that now blanketed the entire town. The symphony of screams in the background made up for the helpless girls silence, the small town would have been slim pickings for the Mist with a mere two thousand permanent population, many too old or too young to be viable hosts.
The all female sports academy made up for that, at mid-term the place had been at capacity, the denizens of the mist gorging themselves on the all-you-can-engulf buffet of over three thousand healthy young prey.
The compact bundle of femininity was still now.
Utterly exhausted by multiple multiple mind-shattering orgasms the helpless girl had dozed in a blissed out haze, entranced by how deliciously tight her rubber prison had become. Exhaustion claimed her, and she slept deeply as her captor continued merging with the now compliant blonde athlete.
The glossy form stirred, stretching languidly, sensuously.
Lizzie was reborn as a hybrid of human and living rubber. The strength and speed of the symbiote merged with her own athletic finesse and dancer’s grace, the instincts of the living latex now guided by the flexibility and * ingenuity of a human mind, the whole far greater than the sum of the parts.
The newborn Hunter arched her back in sheer delight.
The beyond skin-tight living latex that sealed her from head to toe and the intruders deep inside her, now a permanent part of her, felt sooooo goooood.
A murky light seeped through the ebon shroud clinging to the town in defiance of the rising breeze.
The latex Huntress calling herself Lisszz rose and scented the air.
The easy pickings and those as impetuous as her former self had been would have been claimed by now ….. but that left the smarter viable hosts, the ones that had thought their way to safety.
And Lisszz knew exactly where she would find one of them, in the exact same place she would have gone if she had been close enough …
The Hunter formerly known as Lizzie crouched atop one of the glistening, dripping edifices of the academy.
The lesser Mistforms had picked the place nearly clean, but she could sense where some of the more resourceful individuals were hiding out …
The glossy Hunter slinked through the hallways of the academy, around those undergoing their own transformation, and those who had been stored for later …