THE WORMS

A Short Story by Bo Blackstar

[f/monster, worms, partial vore, she a freak, oviposition, two endings, soft bad end, good end]

Penn crawled through the narrow earthen tunnel, once more feeling pride and relief at her smaller stature. It was good for more than making cock comparatively bigger. The trip would have been nearly impossible if she were human-sized. It was a little unfortunate to separate from the rest of her party, but those losers thought that scrambling through a long, mysteriously dug, earthen tunnel in hopes it would lead to the cultists’ lair was a bad idea!

“It’s only a bad idea if it doesn’t work,” she told them.

Even still, the halfling thief had to swap between a crouch and a crawl as the tunnel narrowed and expanded. It was also sweaty work, resulting in her dark hair matted to the olive skin of her face. Her curves were a mild inconvenience, but it was nowhere near as tight a space as Pennalee had fit into before. Flexibility was another big point of pride.

The thief’s focus was ahead, trying to make out the distant voices coming from the far end of the tunnel. She was definitely getting closer, but it was hard to tell how much further there was to go. At least her hunch had been right, and the narrow tunnel did indeed lead to the same place the strangely-armored figures had gone. She kept the glowing gem that hung from her neck lit for now, but knew she’d have to darken it when she got closer, lest she give away her position and ruin the whole scouting/spying thing.

A soft rumble ran through the tunnel around her, and Penn froze. She didn’t move or breathe, just readied herself for a fatal cave-in. After a minute, only a trickle of dirt fell from above. Penn exhaled, but remained motionless. Something was still causing a rumble. It wasn’t constant, either. It seemed to wax and wane in intensity and direction. The “crazy ramblings” of the old woman in town concerning giant worms came to the forefront of the thief’s mind.

Her thoughts filled with all sorts of possible scenarios. Penn remained still. Each imagined scene was horrible, but not all were unpleasant. The halfling suppressed a chuckle at herself for once more getting worked up in a dangerous (and potentially gruesome) situation. Her mind wandered back to bad decisions regarding a goblin tribe, and that certainly wasn’t helping.

Soon enough the soft rumbling ceased. Penn couldn’t tell if the source had gotten further away or just stopped, but there wasn’t much choice left to her. She couldn’t just stay in a tunnel for the rest of her life for fear of huge garden critters. Taking a steadying breath, she stared down the tunnel again.

The sides of the tunnel immediately exploded around the daring halfling.

“FUCK!”

Around her all at once were three earthworms, each thicker than her thigh. “Shit shit shit!” Penn flicked out her knife and brought it to bear, but only managed a couple good jabs before the tunnel was too cramped to move her arms with any dexterity. “Get the fuck off me, you dirt-suckers!”

While Penn struggled, compressed by malleable worm-flesh, the monsters were trying to get a hold on her. She watched by the jostling light of her gem as their alien mouths opened like some kind of nightmare flowers before latching to her and pulling themselves back in. The strength of their attempted ingestion tore chunks out of her leather armor and the sparse clothing beneath. Penn screamed when the first one got its mouth around her bare belly, but rather than ripping into her the beast seemed content to grip, slurp, and nibble at her exposed skin. The halfling trembled at the bizarre feeling of the shifting mouthparts “kissing” her body. It was simultaneously frightening and fascinating.

During Penn’s moment of intrigued pause, the worms solidified their grasp on the overwhelmed adventurer. Through coordination that seemed impossible, they worked together to tunnel away, dragging the halfling with them. Penn gave a quick shout and then sucked in a deep breath before she was dragged wholly into the soft earth and carried along by her improbably large captors.

All sorts of questions ran through Penn’s mind. What were they doing? How were they working together? Did normal worms do that? Why no eating? Were they just saving her as a meal for later? Bringing her back to feed to some kind of worm hive?

There were other possibilities that were much more appealing, but calling them “hopes” was a bit too generous.

Just when Penn thought she would pass out from lack of oxygen, she felt warm, open air around her again. Her glowing gem illuminated a large chamber dug right out of solid earth. Dozens of other tunnels led away in all directions, some of which she figured must bring down enough air to grant her the reprieve from suffocation.

The whole bottom of the chamber was filled with the writhing bodies of more giant worms. Penn hardly had time to gasp before she was tumbled unceremoniously into the living mass.

“Waaugh! NO, let me go! Get me out of here! Blaaaaaugh!”

The whole bed of worms thrashed in excitement at the offering brought to them. Dozens of protruding and retracting mouths tested and tasted her, ripping away most of her remaining clothing. Penn was assaulted by the alarming oral attention in an increasing number of places. She squirmed and tried to pull away in fear that one would finally take a bite, but there was no anchor point in the undulating sea of worms.

One worm managed to latch its mouth right over her breast. At the same time, one started tasting and nibbling at her inner thigh. Penn shuddered, and for a moment ceased her attempts at escape. Novelty and danger was her favorite cocktail, and the situation she found herself in had both in spades. Her thoughts drifted down the path of “what if?”

Penn was brought out of the fleeting reverie when she felt one of them get its flexing maw around her foot and start to swallow.

“NOPE! Nope nope nope nope nope! That’s enough of this bullshit!”

The halfling’s struggles picked up again with gusto. She slammed her fist into the sides of some of the worms latched to her torso, but it didn’t seem to bother the squishy beasts at all. Next she tried clawing at them, with limited success. Attempting to get a firmer grip for a more effective rake, Penn shoved her other hand into the living pile in the hopes of finding something remotely solid. Instead, her hand went straight into the expanding mouth of another worm. That mouth pulled in again, swallowing her arm up to the elbow.

“Fffffuuuuuuuuuck!”

Penn thrashed desperately, trying in vain to wrench her arm out of the worm’s gullet. The captured limb was only worked in deeper by the hungry worm, until its prickly “lips” were flexing around her shoulder. The same was happening with her leg, other worms being shoved out of the way as the greedy one worked its mouth all the way up to her mid thigh. The feeling of constant swallowing was panic-inducing, though there wasn’t so much as a mild tingling even that deep inside the unnatural animals.

The imperiled thief quickly exhausted herself, panting heavily in the cloying worm den. One of the worms caught her hair, pulling it tight with a firm swallow. Penn gritted her teeth, trying to resist her usual reaction to such a sensation. She failed, shuddering at the thrill. Her nipples were diamonds thanks to the attention of the beast gobbling on her tit. That and… everything else. When one of the slimy monsters started squirming right between her legs, Penn moaned without reservation. Her pathetic attempts at escape faded into languid writhing. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the horrific, enthralling assault of the worms.

Penn figured that if she were going to die, she might as well get off.

She rolled her hips against the thick, warm worm between her thighs. The thicker band toward one end had a slightly different texture that was actually kind of fun to play with. After a minute, Penn realized that this particular worm seemed to be acting differently. Instead of aimlessly grabbing whatever part of her it could, this one seemed to be focused. It just squirmed where it was, as if trying to figure something out or looking for something.

The mystery solved itself a moment later when Penn felt something prod at her thigh. Something stiffer than the worm. Something thinner; only about as big around as her wrist. Something, she recognized, with a very specific function.

Penn’s eyes were stuck wide, her brain hitching at the idea that one of her less fatal little fantasies appeared to be about to happen. She could hardly process it, much less decide if she was happy about it or not.

Regardless of the halfling’s feelings, the worms had an objective. From a spot just below that thicker band, the beast’s inseminating rod stabbed out and buried itself in Penn’s womanhood. She grunted at the swiftness of the intrusion. The worm gnawing at her hair gave another insistent pull, and a wanton grin spread across the thief’s face.

“H-hooooly fuuuuuck…”

Once inserted fully, the worm’s breeding tool began a lethargic undulation. Each back-and-forth swell of the thing nudged at Penn’s elasticity, which she delighted in. She bucked her hips, seeing if she could get the brainless beast to fuck her properly. It turned out to be a lost cause, but the bizarre feeling of it expanding and contracting inside her was plenty to keep her interested.

“So how’s this work?” Penn asked, as if the worms could understand. “You can’t actually knock me up, can you? Blech, I hope not. Though I guess the alternative is you using me as an incubator. Ehh… You uh, heh, do this often?”

Penn gave another scan of the chamber. Just a lot of tunnels. Only some of which she could fit through. And there was no way of knowing where they went. Or any hope of getting to the other end without the worms catching up to her.

“So… I’m doomed then.” Penn trembled, a cold resignation forming in the pit of her stomach. One of the worms moved it’s slavering mouth to the small of her back, and she quivered again. “Okay… Fuck it, then!”

Giving in, the thief managed to guide another worm to her other tit. She sighed and petted them with her free hand, hoping to encourage their implacable, incessant suckling.The way their malleable mouths tugged at her flesh and piercings in different ways was especially enjoyable. Then she reached down and stroked herself in time with the unhurried movements of the worm buried in her cunt. When she came, her cry was stifled by the earthen walls. In response to her shaking legs, the worm that had swallowed one of them swallowed harder and managed to get its lips up to the very top of her thigh. Thankfully (because that’s how Penn felt at that point), it didn’t interfere with the worm trying its damndest to breed her. Or whatever its goal was.

That climax was the first of several as the bizarre coupling continued. The second came shortly after another eager worm jammed its reproduction rod up her ass, where it proceeded with the same odd undulation as the first. Penn was a mess, Her mind wavering on several things. Wavering between wanting to get railed hard, as usual, and surrendering to the utterly novel manner in which the worms were using her. Wavering between wanting a reprieve and hoping the unnatural violation would never end.

It had to have been over an hour, Penn realized. She had a pretty good sense for that sort of thing, even when distracted like this. The worms had been squirming in her clenching holes for over an hour without interruption, or even a change in pace. She laughed to herself. Was this normal? Were they waiting for something?

Nearly another full hour later, the worm with its hardness pressed firmly against Penn’s womb went rigid. There was a full swelling of its inseminator. The feeling stole Penn’s breath in a silent cry as her depths were drenched in worm sperm. When the oversized fish bait withdrew, another quickly slopped itself onto the vacated space. It seemed to be trying to soak up the oozing fluid with the thick band around its body.

Penn didn’t give it much thought. There wasn’t much she could do, in any case. The wandering mouths of the hive and the press of wriggling flesh were more than distracting. She tried to let herself relax and sink into it, maybe catch her breath. She measured her breathing, even while her free leg was swallowed up by another worm, leaving only her left arm able to move. She figured if digestion was going to happen, it would have started already. And it seemed they had other designs on what to do with her.

Another worm squirmed its way into place and stuffed her with its peculiar protuberance. The halfling laughed at the horrifying absurdity. How many worms were there? Dozens? Hundreds? Were they each going to have a turn? Would every one of them take hours?

The dark chamber was illuminated only by flickers from Penn’s glowing gem, its light eking out from between the roiling bodies as they moved with languid intent and determination. The thief let herself pass out now and then from sheer exhaustion. Every waking moment was lost in the continuous assault of the worms as they mindlessly filled her back and front with their seed, if that’s what it was they were filling her with.

Eventually an enterprising worm figured out it could fuck Penn’s throat. She was too worn out to resist at that point. The saving grace was that she could get little breaths in around its back-and-forth undulations. At least she thought of it as a saving grace. The whole throng seemed to learn the secret of the halfling’s throat after that, and it was just another hole to be pumped full of worm spunk. Over hours of rhythmic violation for each and every grotesque beast.

Penn was lost in a haze of exhaustion and overstimulation. Thoughts unraveled before they could finish forming, and after a good long while she wasn’t sure if she was awake or asleep anymore. She was vaguely aware of a bright blue light slowly filling her clouded vision. Even that wasn’t enough to make her coherent though, and she continued to tremble in a blissful abyss.