ImpSyndrome

I started this short story when I saw this: http://alexaeon.hartists.net/gallery/submission/14156. Now that the night of terror is upon us, I thought this horror story about a young man's encounter with - and eventual evolution into - an Aeon-fiend would be quite fitting. So, for your reading pleasure, here it is: a look into the mind of a neo-fiend as his humanity degrades into madness.

WARNING, PLEASE READ THIS!!!
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There is a certain part of this story that might not be for the easily-disgusted. The scene immediately after the climax of the sex scene is somewhat gory, although I tried to use as little graphic detail as possible while maintaining written quality. If that turns you off, I recommend not reading the whole story; if you read on, I can't say I didn't warn you. That is all.

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I've become a monster; there's no other way to say it. I've become something more than...no, LESS than human. My human mind is now trapped inside a fiendish body, and the conflict between my human terror and my inhuman sense of...LIBERATION, for lack of a better word, is slowly driving me mad. Young men like me - or like I USED to be, anyway - are lying all around me, dead or dying, and it's all I can do to keep myself from diving upon them and ingesting them like a ravenous beast; I can't even bother to remember if I killed any of them, for fear of the bestial desire that might overwhelm my steadily-diminishing humanity. Fear is the most powerful emotion I feel right now, and its intensity re-doubles as I see a small tendril of skin and muscle reach up to my face from somewhere around my left shoulder. That thing is a part of me now, and if I think hard enough, I can remember how it got there...

Yes, that's right; I was on my way home from work.

I used to live in a big city with my parents; since I attended a college nearby, they agreed to let me stay until I got my degree. One night, I had to stay late and attend a meeting with my teammates about a project we had to work on; by the time I left the building, night had fallen. Hoping that I wasn't too late for dinner, I ran home, forcing myself to take a shortcut through the shady side of the city. It didn't take long for me to run out of breath; I had low stamina, and physical fitness was never one of my priorities. So, once I ran out of breath, my pace slowed to a crawl as I walked through the seedy side of the city; it was the last place I wanted to be alone, so I kept to the streetlamps, making sure no one was sneaking up on me as I trudged onward.

That's right, I remember now; I needed to take a shortcut.

Desperate to make it home in time to fill my stomach, I forced myself to deviate from the safety of the lamp posts and ducked down a narrow alley between two broken-down buildings. Almost immediately, my vision blurred as a strange mist wrapped around me, as if the electric lights had been shielding me from it. For half a moment, I considered turning back, but I shook my head and corrected myself, insisting on staying my current course for fear of winding up back out in the slums, helpless and vulnerable. Instead, I made my way into the mist, hoping it would clear up eventually.

Now I remember, yeah; that woman was standing in the alley.

A few seconds later, I saw the outline of a person in the middle of the alley. I squinted into the darkness, and I could just barely make out the body of a woman at a fork in the alley. She was an odd sort of woman, and I could tell by two things: first, she was completely nude, not even bothering to use her hands to cover up her naked skin; second, her feet barely seemed to touch the ground. Her back was to me, at first, but after standing there a few seconds, wondering who she was, she turned to me, a sensual smile on her face, and stared at me with radiant green eyes that cut through the mist like a knife. I was almost immediately enraptured; she had a perfect womanly physique, pale white skin, and long black hair that dropped just far enough to brush the sexual curves of her lower body.

Yeah, and then...the woman put on a strange act.

The naked woman shifted her weight as she studied me quietly, that little smile still playing on her lips. For a moment, I thought I ought to turn and walk away, but before I could do anything of the sort, she let out a soft but audible moan, one that dripped with erotic pleasure. At that point, she licked her lips and widened her smile, beckoning me forward with one finger while her other hand rested suggestively on her butt. Not knowing what else I could do in my situation, and with my judgment somehow dampened by the mist, I slowly walked up to her. She slithered into the side-alley at the fork as I approached, and when I turned the corner, I saw her laying on her back on the ground with her legs spread wide, her vagina dripping with a fluid that filled my nostrils with a potent and strangely erotic scent. I watched, amazed at what I was seeing, as she spread the lips between her hips wider with her delicate fingers, and she moaned again, louder this time, as if that was her way of begging me to fill her.

And then, after that...she let me have my fun with her.

Wasting no time at all, I removed my clothing and knelt down in front of the horny woman, my hardened penis standing directly in line with the opening I was about to violate. My hands holding my manhood steady, I slowly edged up to her until I made physical contact with her ripe, tender flesh; once I knew I was there, I took my hands away from myself, took hold of her thighs and pulled her onto me. She shut her eyes tight and shuddered, biting her lower lip as I penetrated her, and once I was sure she could handle the full length of my shaft, I pulled out by a few inches before pushing myself back into her. After a minute or so, I began to time each thrust, adding some rhythm to my movements while the woman moaned softly.

After that, I remember...she began to change.

Eventually, the woman leaned up, pushed me onto my back, and sat on top of me, straddling my waist and taking the lead. Her voice rose as she leaned close to my face, and she kissed me hard as she picked up her pace. Something seemed off, though; the hazy feeling that had previously degraded my judgment was beginning to disappear, and the woman's body was contorting at her back. As I hugged her close to me, pretending to be ensnared by our vulgar act, I reached behind her and realized that the trunk of something tough and muscular was literally growing from her spine. The moment I made contact with her strange appendage, her head snapped up, and she snarled at me, a bloody hunger shining in her eyes where it had not been present before. As I looked up at her, I realized that several tentacles had sprouted from her back, and most of them were poised to strike at me as a cobra would snap at its prey.

I remember, once I was done...she nearly killed me.

The imminent danger I was obviously in didn't stop me from ejaculating deep into the tentacled woman's vagina; I let my spunk out into her in a single spasmodic burst. As she stood up off of me, the putrid white humour slowly dripped out of me; one of her tentacles swooped down upon me, opened what appeared to be its "mouth", and clamped down on my lower extremity with a vice-like grip, using suction to extract more of my sperm from me by force. The power of its unique extraction methods were so overwhelming that I unexpectedly came a second time, filling the appendage's main cavity with the stuff. Once it had "swallowed" all of the sticky substance, it released its grip on me, only to clamp down again...with much more painful results.

As blood shot from the place where the critical wound had been inflicted, I screamed and doubled over in agony, caught in disbelief at the anguish that had been caused by the woman's transformed body. As I looked up at her with my tear-stained face, silently pleading for salvation, her other tentacles shot out at me, their collective maws lined with razor-sharp fangs; knowing what her intentions were now, I let out one more shriek of panic as she fell upon me and ripped me apart, slowly and methodically.

Once she was done, she left me there to die, her eggs injected into my body to be incubated and hatched; the resulting offspring would, I suspect, have hatched and subsequently chewed their ways out of my softened muscle tissue and flesh. Something stopped the growth of the eggs, though; for some reason, my brain remained active for hours after I had been butchered, and the pain helped me to stay conscious long enough to draw in enough oxygen through my mouth and nose to drown the hatchlings with it. I would probably have died if I had not made a conscious effort to survive, but instead, I used the dead creatures' genetic data to save myself. With their ability to grow multiple appendages, like tentacles, I pulled the battered bits of my body back together and sewed them back into one piece with my own skin.

The fiendish seductress had tried to kill me, but she had failed to take my own willpower into account; that inner strength gave me the ability to evolve and grow into something more than human...Wait, did I just say 'more'? Yes, more...I AM more than human now. With all these people lying dead around me, I must be greater than anything they could ever have been. Natural selection had favored me over them, and its undeniable decree demanded that I slay them in its unholy name. And I plan to continue killing, so long as I am able, for that single, all-encompassing goal: to evolve further and survive where I would have fallen before. Now, I am free from Death's clutches, free to do as I please; with the whole world awaiting my advent, I can only imagine the possibilities.