Always Check Under The Bed [Sinnamonroll] [Masochistic Megalomaniac]

Being superstitious was generally a substantial waste of time. Believing in things that didn't exist just forces you to spend energy that you should be spending worrying about the very real things that were coming for you. Why be afraid of aliens when you should be worried about taxes. Why shudder at the thought of ghosts when you should be shuddering at the sudden realization that you forgot to buy eggs. Why wonder about the existence of strange creatures in the woods when you should really be concerned about the existence of strange creatures in the fur of strange dogs. Fleas were horrible. Now that was something to be scared of.

Lily felt like she was a pretty practical person. She stepped out of the shower, staring at herself in the mirror while she dried off; taking inventory of her efforts. Her lightly tanned skin was clear, she spent enough on facial soap to keep it that way. She'd managed to clean off all of the makeup she used to make her brown eyes vaguely more interesting. Her hair was nearly black when wet, it was only a matter of time before it resumed its life work as a dark brown wavy mess. Clean, and a good enough slate for tomorrow's make up. She smiled, throwing on a loose pair of shorts and a tank top. Fancy nightwear was a waste of time and money.

Her room was dark. And there was that noise, as always. Almost a, bubbling, or a shuffling. Or some combination of the two. Most likely it was just her pipes. Water made all sorts of strange noises for the smallest reason. And since her pipes weren't bursting and her water bill wasn't a real world horror show, it was fine. She dropped onto her bed, shuffling a thin blanket over herself. One of her friends had been convinced she heard growls the last time she was here. How silly. The admission still floated in Lily's mind. Her friend had clearly just been hearing the water, but, it was sticking with her. She sighed, rolling onto her side. Now she was being silly.

Such a fast pace world along with daily routine was easy to over estimate the strange and the paranormal. Many stories seemingly so bizzare how could it be true? Any of it. But in this case, on this night, he strange noise wanted to be sure of its presence. A soft grumble before the storm as the bed lifted up high into the air, a bang as it comes down hard onto the floor with tremendous force as if was sucked down to earth just as it been shoved into the air.

Quietness ensues only for a moment, the anticipation and dead stillness of a stagnating air filled room. Before the girl can react, the bed starts shaking violently as if there was a category five earth quake just a mile away as it simmered and shakes. Just below the bed a strange purplish smog came roaring out from under. Its smell was sweet, almost like cinnamon and vanilla. Something below had busted, but the pheromoney agent from strange fog almost worked as a calming agent.

Just as it touched against her flesh, a feeling of tiny shocks tickle at her as if it was electromagnetic field in it. If she was to breathe deeply of the seductive smell it would cause Lily to become almost in a heat, causing her stomach to cramp , her nipples to harden, and her womb fertile. The pheromonial fumes rise higher and higher. What appears to be Lily's shadow against the fog is dramatically changed. As if she was larger and strange snake like things came off her as if she was made of different species of snakes. But nothing could compare the fear as the voice that rang out to her.

"Lily....Lily...."

It seemed almost machine like, as if some DJ was mixing the track to sounds of random nails on chalk board abd static.

Lily had almost managed to fall asleep when her bed jumped. She screamed, sitting up and trying to get a bearing on what was going on. Everything was shaking, her bed was, smoking? Fire? It must be a fire. Calm down Lily, wake up. She shook her head, trying to clear the sleep from her eyes. She knew how to handle a fire. She just had to get up, grab her phone, and run out of her house as quickly as she could. Simple, easy, and yet… that smell..

Fire didn't smell like coffee cake. And if it did it would have to be burning the ingredients and she didn't own anything to make any kind of sweet. Shouldn't she be running? She should. Her house was, probably on fire. Or, there was an earthquake or… something...something was, arousing her? No, more than that, her body ached. She thought she had a strong pain tolerance but the higher the smoke rose the more painful the need got.

Lily wanted to scream when she saw the shape in the smoke. But she couldn't. She was afraid and she was calm and she couldn't figure out which one to act on. Her mouth opened but she made no noise, just a few strangled gasps that fell flat next to the horrific voice that echoed through her room. So she was dreaming. She had to be dreaming. It was, by far the most realistic dream she'd ever had, and in most dreams she woke up when she realized what was happening but, maybe it was something she ate? An old cookie, or, or, the smoke was so sweet.

Lily shook her head, holding her face in her hands, trying to ignore whatever it was that her mind had created. It wasn't real, none of this was, and she was just being impressively ridiculous. There had to be some method to waking up, something she could do to get out of this.

The smoke reaches to the roof, engulfing the frighten Lily. More it sets the more pleasurable the fog becomes almost as if a thousand hands had come over her gently stroking along her body. From her hair to her toes the smoke swayed and rubbed all along her. The smoke makes it way down to bed level, as if she was riding on a cloud. The smoke she breathed had began working inside her. Pressure against her bladder before a tickle, before a cramping pain against her ovaries causing that fuzzy hyper sensitivity between her hips, as if something strong and magical was holding her down.

As her ovaries are attacked, they begin to heat up and almost pulse, sending little sensitive tickles through her nerves that come out of the cervix and against the inside of her clitorus. Slowly, it begins to set fire. If she were to open her eyes, she would see the scariest was yet to come. The harsh reality of not just a folk lore, but something much more.

It was giant, at ten feet tall that anchored and shadowed over Lily. Its brackish purple smogy color identified itself with the smoke. It had four bright white eyes that seemed to have no lids, lashes, or iris. Upon gazing in them could cause a numbing, almost hypnosis, drowsy feeling just after little colorful speckles as if gazing hard and long into mid day sun. It had a snout, much like of that of a wolf, but it's gawl was open to expose rows of sharp teeth. It had a tongue that hissed her name, forked at the tip and vibrated the air like a plucked piano string.

"Lily..."

Its torso was like a man's, but wrapped in thick long seven inch wide appendages like vines swallowing a house in the forest. Matching its eyes was four strong arms that rested two on each side. Its stomach was strong, as if it's abdominal tone was made out of five inch thick muscles that formed into a v. Just at the tip of its abdominal arrow head was something even more scary. Its mating tool was huge, it curved and moved like the strange vines, but incredibly thick. It was like no man's cock, but like a horse with knots down the side like a studded belt. At the base was its plasmatic sack much like a knot in canines that was both her first put together.

In an instant, those slimely like vines launch out from the monsters chest as its four arms draw back as its vertebrae arches. Strange screeching noise hits and bust out the bed room Windows as those vines lock onto Lily's hands and feet, squeezing against her ankles and wrist.

Its snout flared, foamy like drool began to flow from the beast mouth. Tying and untying the vines constrict and release like a middle school Indian burn. Its tongue comes to vibrate the air almost as if to taste Lily's forced desire.

And her fear.

This, may not be a dream. This was clearly some sort of gas, she must have misinterpreted which pipes were having the problem. Lily tried to get up but, she couldn't. She couldn't really move. It wasn't, as though she was suffocating, she would almost say that it felt good. But that was, a really bad sign wasn't it? Smoke shouldn't feel good. But it hurt. But it also felt good? She groaned, trying to force herself to roll over, to scoot off the end, anything just to get herself off the bed and out of the bedroom. She was failing, and her body was just getting, hot. Too hot.

Lily paused for breath, fighting to open her eyes as though she knew she shouldn't. And she really shouldn't have. She was hallucinating. Definitely. This gas was making her hallucinate and all she could do was let out a strangled scream that lacked the breath to actually make any noise. What was that thing. Why was she seeing it?

It was huge, and she couldn't figure out a way to flee from it. Not that it was real, it couldn't be, so it wasn't. But she wanted to run and she couldn't move, frozen from fear and the fog combined. Lily clamped her eyes shut. She didn't have to see this if she didn't want to. All she had to do was wait for someone to see the smoke in her window and call the fire department. It wasn't that late, people were still running around. Someone would have to see what was happening. She just had to wait it out. But she could hear it, calling her name. Why could it speak? Why would her mind make something like this?

She couldn't help herself. Somewhere in the middle of all that fear was a powerful curiosity. It was gone, surely. Just a, temporary-no, no it wasn't. It was there, it was right over her and it was huge. She didn't understand why there were so many, what were those? Limbs of some kind, twisting over her. Her every nightmare displayed in terrifying high definition. What if this thing was real. Some sort of, escaped experiment. Someone's secret military project that had somehow gotten into her house...without her… knowing… That didn't make sense. It was crazy. But the more she stared the more it seemed like it was actually real. She hissed under her breath as her body gave another pulse of painful pleasure. Lily couldn't just lay there. She had to move, had to run. If it wasn't real then it would be a lot easier. She hoped, she

Screamed. The creature did too, a noise that put a swift stop to her own. She tried to struggle, moving when she felt the, things, around her wrists loosen, kicking when her ankles felt less pressure. But she couldn't get loose. She shook. Hallucinations couldn't hold you like this. This thing was real. There was a creature in her room and she was probably going to get eaten. And there was nothing anyone could do, even if someone did see the smoke.

"Please don't eat me." Lily begged softly under her breath, as though it could possibly understand her.