Sylvia loved hiking through the forest. It was so kinky, and she could pretend living in an entirely different age, when civilization didn't exist yet. A more primal, more carnal age. She took her bike up to the mountains, off the beaten track on small rarely used forestry roads. Then, when she found a nice starting place, she hid her bike under a camouflage tarp. Carefully draped on it side, with plastic wrapped around chain and engine so it wouldn't catch rust and in turn wouldn't leak any fuel, if she was away for a few days. She also left her backpack there. In it she put her biker coat, her shirt, her pants, her bra and even her undies. The first few minutes were always so excitingly thrilling. Her nipples grew slightly pointy, and she brushed her hand through her soft belly fur, then further down, across her loins and along her thigh. No cloth, no strings hindered the smooth motion, and she felt the cool forest breeze on her privates, no longer used to being naturally exposed like that. The gazelle girl arched back and looked at the sky through the light forest canopy, grasped her own horns and pulled her upper body and her flexible neck even further back, so she could glance at her own hooves on the ground once she looked up at the forest floor behind her. Stretching felt so relaxing after the hours of motorcycle ride. A shiver went through her as she relaxed and bent slightly forward, and she felt so full of energy, she thought she'd burst. She called out in a freeing cry. A bleat of happiness, knowing that there was no one anywhere for miles who would hear her or see her like this. She jumped forward and started running, running as fast as she could at first, then once she felt her heartbeat rise to keep up, she fell back into a nice rhythm where she could actually see where she was going. Uphill for now. With a smirk she imagined what it would feel like if she really had burst. Her arms would have flown up into the tree branches, her head fallen back down where she had started her stretching arc. Her legs would probably have started running, aimlessly, carrying her hips forward at a crazy pace. While her chest and belly would just be gone altogether. And then her hips would separate right down the center, splitting her sex apart... She blushed, and glanced around, making sure there was no one around. Which was silly. As if her odd fantasies where any more embarrassing than hiking through the wilderness in the nude. Or as if anyone could read her mind. Although the chilly sensation on her now moist nethers were an indication that another creature might as well have been able to smell her guilt. The ground became more hilly and stony, and Sylvia had to abandon her daydreams in order to watch where she placed her hooves. She didn't slow down though, on the contrary. It was still late morning, not too hot, and the sun on her fur felt nice. The forest wasn't very dense here, which made it easy to find her bearing. She had memorized the entire hill range from satellite images online. Even if she was hiking for days, she knew where she was approximately and she would find back. Maybe not right away to the hiding place of the motorcycle, but to the little path that went past it. From there it was easy. She reached the crest of the first line of hills, then went down into a small valley. A crystal clear creek flowed there, and she drunk from it, leaning down on all fours, lapping it up like a feral. Then she searched for edible plants. She knew enough about the local vegetation, and being a herbivore she could chew leaves. Tasty, fresh, wild leaves with a herbal flavour to them. It just didn't taste the same from a greenhouse, even if you went beyond the boring "any species can eat that" vegetables and to some bovine delicacies. It settled nicely in her rumen, and she could feel it churn. Breaking some real fibres down for a change. That meant ruminating would actually have a purpose. She swallowed some more leaves for the way, then kept on. The sun said it was early afternoon, and that was the only time keeping device she allowed herself. Like a feral, she thought. Away from artificial cities, back to the natural food chain. The thought made her wonder if anything could live here that would actually feed on her. But no. Neither mountain lions nor bears would dare attack a full grown. If she was still a little girl on the other hand, now then she'd have been a tasty snack. A wolf pack could get her, maybe, if they were really hungry and determined. But there weren't any feral wolves here. 'What a shame' she thought smirking, as she glanced down at her belly. Full of greenery her system wasn't used to, it had grown into a nicely plump bulge any predator would immediately have associated with well fed prey. 'Such a tasty treat all alone out here, and no one to appreciate it.' She placed both hands on her swollen belly and burped out a ball of cud. It tasted good. Fresh, not rotten, but a bit fermented maybe. Cool, she thought: Free booze from within! "Thank you little yeast fungi!" she told her belly, knowing that among the many microorganisms helping her break the cud down were some that repaid her with free spirits. You just couldn't say no to that. More burping along the way and actually a slightly alcoholic tingling on her gums and lips told her that she had hit jackpot. She actually got a bit lightheaded, as she kept climbing the next hill's flank. She reached the top, and ... on a rock, just a few dozen yards ahead sat the predator. Sylvia stopped in her tracks and blinked. The mountain lion blinked back. It was a feral female, and it was obviously unsure what she was looking at. Was that food? Or one of those annoying creatures on two legs that scared the prey away? Sylvia giggled, then petted her round belly and burped. "Hello kitty. Look, I'm a tasty gazelle full of booze. But... I have bad news. You can't have me. You're way too small." she burped again, and spit out a piece of cud that was too far gone even for her gazelle taste. The mountain lion didn't like the spitting noise and likely also was offended by the smell. It stood up and hopped a few feet further away, then turned around and complained with a call that sounded more like an insulted meow than a roar. Sylvia kept going, and the feral cat went another way, trying to display its utter ignorance towards the rude smelling anthro. It wasn't Sylvias first run in with one of those. She knew she'd have to be a bit careful where she slept. If one of those was desperately hungry and had enough dedication, it could sneak up in her sleep, then nibble a bit on her throat or her spinal cord. Although the thought of waking up to the sensation of not feeling her body at all and watching herself getting eaten by this cat was oddly arousing, she didn't actually have a death wish. Still the encounter left her a bit more sober. Her stomach complained but was now almost empty. All the good stuff was deeper in her innards. She decided to eat again in the next valley, but on fresh buds only this time. And then it was time to find a place for the ... "Whoah!" she bleated, as the ground under her hooves began to slide. She made a big leap forward, but the gravel and sand there was also loose and began rushing down hill almost like water. Without anything to hold on to, she had only one chance to stay upright: Go with it: Run down hill. There was a crooked tree behind a thorny bush which would hold up the mini landslide she had caused. All she had to do was leap over the bushes and grab ... The tree wasn't there! Her arms only scratched over its roots as she kept falling with no ground at all under her hooves. She saw only darkness under her legs, the sky, the tree all vanished. And then there was a loud crack. Sylvia landed hard on her side and, barely able to brace her face she hit her head on the rocks next to her. A piercing pain shot through her thigh. Sylvia thought, she must have landed on a branch that cracked, and it had now pierced her thigh. It hurt like hell, and for a few seconds she just sat there in the near dark and allowed her eyes to adjust. Pebbles and sand from the sliding ground rained down on her, and the dust tickled her throat and nose. She leaned close to the wall, motionless, until the sound ebbed away, and the dust slowly settled. A gritty sensation in her mouth. Dust and sand that mixed with her saliva. She didn't want to swallow it, but when she spat it out, another wave of pain reminded her that her leg was injured. The sight confused her a bit, because it made no sense. Her leg should have been straight, not to the side. Why was her knee not where she thought it would be. Then she realized that the ragged piece of branch that she thought had ripped a gash into her thigh skin was not a branch at all. It was her own bone protruding from her leg. THAT explained why it hurt so much. She had to fight nausea and the sensation of fainting. But after a few deep breaths, she could manage to have a closer look. She was sitting on her left leg. It had broken relatively high up, when she had landed on the boulder now next to her. Then, as she had landed on the actual ground, her thigh bone had decided to pierce out at a much lower point, as her leg was now locked under her - bent around almost in a full circle. "Fuck!" she explained, biting her lips, and tried to see if she was bleeding. If she ripped a major vein in there, that was it. She'd bleed to death before she could even think about getting out of this hole. Only when she tried to shift in such a way that she didn't move her injured leg much, she realized that there were other parts of her that got bruised. The back of her head felt wet. Her right elbow had hit a rock painfully, and she felt like she got pounded and scratched all over. But there was almost no blood. Whatever bleeding she could see was from her ripped skin. A few drops that landed in the dust and stained her fur. Not more. Moving her broken leg hurt in new and unexpected ways. Morbid curiosity took over and she touched her exposed bone. She could actually feel it. It was quite sensitive. Especially the broken end hurt, just from the air that it got exposed to. Not worth it, she decided for herself. As cool as a broken bone might be to look at, not worth all the pain. Still, knowing she wasn't just about to bleed to death, Sylvia was relieved for the moment. She glanced up. The hole through which she could see sky was surprisingly small. No wonder she hadn't seen it between those bushes and the tree. But it was also quite deep, she had fallen two full lengths of her body. The rocks were ragged but so steep, she wasn't sure she could climb out of there. For a moment she thought about what if she couldn't. No one would ever find her here. She'd eventually be just a bleached antelope skeleton, grinning at whoever would manage to stumble over her. Maybe someone who fell in just like her. 'Hello wanderer', her grinning skeleton would laugh at him. 'No, there's no escape from here, sorry! Hahaha!' She shook her head. Unfortunately she didn't really believe that she'd be able to say anything, once she was dead for decades. And she had no intention of finding out if she would actually become undead and aware of what happened to her bleached bones. She had to get up and out. The nausea came back, and the swirling blackness of approaching unconsciousness. Just from the pain. But she actually managed to pull herself up on her intact leg. That pulled her broken leg of the ground, dangling from her burning throbbing thigh muscles and skin. The worst was when she accidently contracted those muscles, sending a piercing twitching sensation through her thigh, as if it was repeatedly being stabbed with rusty nails. Panting, she tried to relax, then glanced down and tried to align her leg the way it was supposed to be. At least it didn't seem to be shattered. Just a clean crack through. That would heal cleanly she thought. But she couldn't align it. She would have needed to pull the gaping gash apart and longer in order to stick her thigh bone back into its sheath of muscles. The pain became unbearable long before she had her leg pulled far enough. There had to be a trick. Some weird angle that her leg had assumed when it broke, that would allow the bone to slide back in? Maybe it had to be twisted? If it hadn't been for the pain, this would have been kinda cool. She had her leg in her hands, by the knee, almost as if was detached. She could move it this way and that way, even twist it upside down. And then flex her knee and wave her own hoof at her. She had a beautiful leg. Skinny, yet powerful. Even if it was a bit broken. Playing like that had no purpose, it even hurt, but it hurt less than trying to fiddle the bone back into that hole it had somehow slid out from. She pulled her own hoof up until it touched her belly fur. This was so weird. Moving her upper thigh and that little stump of bone she still had within, hurt even more. Apparently the broken bone inside scraped over something really painful. Torn muscles. Or the torn muscles scraped over the really sensitive part of the broken bone. It wasn't a good idea to move that. Then again if she pulled her hoof a bit higher, she could maybe take it into her mouth and have both her hands free to climb out of the hole. Oddly enough holding her broken leg upside down with her mouth wasn't the problem. The problem was to climb out of the hole with one leg, even with both hands available. The rock wall was relatively smooth, and made almost an S curve. The wall she had been leaning against came out further, just a bit overhead. And up at the top, just under the tree, the opposing wall came forward. Seeing it from this angle made it look like a really really tough freeclimber challenge. Even uninjured. And she wasn't a freeclimber. She looked left and right for another way out. Incidentally there was a tunnel. It lead deeper into the rock. Into the actual mountain. It wasn't too steep, and the twilight actually reached quite a bit in. After a while of standing on one leg and thinking, Sylvia decided to go and explore the cave first before she'd try to climb with just one leg. The tunnel made a bend, after which it got so dark, she had to wait again to have her eyes adjust to the near blackness. But then she could see it. Mud. Muddy ground that lead to a dark, smooth surface. The tunnel led underwater. Or to an underground pond. Nobody could tell if and how far it might have continued beyond that. Not without a cave explorers diving gear. On the pro side, Sylvia wasn't about to thirst to death, even if she was trapped down here for a while. She held on to the side wall of the cave and hobbled forward, still holding her other leg in her mouth. Her hoof sunk into the muddy ground. At first she was worried it was slippery, but when she sank in almost to the depth of her last hoof digit, it was clear that this made it really difficult to move forward with just one leg. She held onto the rocks to pull her hoof free and placed it into a drier place among stones. The smell was not fresh, but also not bad. Muddy, earthy, but not rotten. She tried to get closer to the water surface. There she should be able to bend down and smell the water, maybe taste it... A movement in the corner of her eyes startled her. Something moved in the shiny smooth surface of the pond and made it ripple. Like a snake. Sylvia bleated, as she felt herself fall once more. Her good hoof had suddenly slipped on a stone, and she couldn't hold her weight on the rock wall with her hands alone. Bleating had been a bad idea, she had now lost grasp of her other leg, she realized while still falling. She braced herself against the muddy surface. Her hands sunk in beyond her wrists. The knee of her good leg also sunk in the mud. And her twisted broken leg landed in the gunk, with her exposed bone first. Sylvia screamed in the wave of pain that she expected. Only then she realized that the cold mud actually had a soothing effect. But it was still horrible. If there was one thing she couldn't afford then it was her injury getting stained and infected. And there was still that creature there in the darkness behind. It still moved there, and Sylvia panicked. She tried to crawl out of the mud, but she couldn't with her broken leg holding her back. She grabbed her own ankle with her hand and pulled it with her, sinking her leg into the mud with every step. Well, the damage was done, wasn't it? Except now there was no way she could reinsert that bone stump back into her bleeding flesh. That would fester, she realized even before she had reached dry ground. Then she spotted the leeches. Or whatever it was. Tiny wriggling worms, that stuck in her fur and held on to her. They had apparently been in the mud and were dragged out, wriggling, as she fought herself free. Sylvia's bleat sounded almost hysterical. Frantically she made her way towards the only light source, the opening where she had come from. She hit her knee on a rock twice before she realized it was her broken leg that she had clasped in her hand and pushed down too forcefully, crawling. Groaning in pain she crawled around the corner and back to the bottom of the pit she had fallen in. At least there was light. Dark, wet mud covered her fur. It wasn't the thick, clay-like stuff that came off in big chunks, it was finer, slimy material that stuck between the hairs and gave her fur a wet, squishy look. It felt slimy too. Her arms and legs were covered up to the thighs and elbows. Even her belly was stained in drops. Her broken leg was engulfed entirely. She could feel drops of it ooze from her exposed bone. And then there were these wriggling things. There were so many of them. Some were big, like leeches. Others were smaller like maggots, and others even smaller, like the larva of ant. They were everywhere. Hundreds! Millions! "Noooo..." she cried and just closed her eyes, resting her head on the stone she had landed on. A few blood stains covered it, but she didn't care. She felt so dizzy and exhausted... ----- When Sylvia woke up she didn't know where she was. She had just had the weirdest dream, about being in a cave, with her leg detached and her flesh eaten by wriggling creatures. Luckily that had just been a nightmare. A kinky nightmare, now come to think of it. She felt horny. It wasn't that worse than other kinky dreams she sometimes had. She opened her eyes and saw the moon overhead. A waxing moon, almost full. Its light fell down through a hole in the ceiling high above her. Where was she? The way the wall next to her was shaped was oddly familiar though. She had seen it before. And that hadn't been a dream then. She had really fallen down that hole? She tried to sit up. Carefully. She half expected that searing pain in her leg to return. But it didn't. There was a very odd sensation though, tingling, almost buzzing. The way some fragranced herb baths made you feel. She felt it almost everywhere but it was strongest on her left leg. She could see it. Her fur was shiny, almost glistening in the moonlight, but in a dark, mudstained way. Had those worms also been real? She couldn't see any movement now. Her leg, she could move and feel, even though it didn't hurt anymore. She picked it up by her knee. Her fur was wet and a bit slimy to the touch. But that wasn't surprising considering she had dragged it through the mud. Flexing her leg muscles felt nice. Almost like finally moving after resting too long, when your limbs had gotten stiff. Refreshing. And still no pain, only the tingly sensation went stronger. Curious, she touched her exposed bone. That, too was slimy, and sensitive. But in a nice way sensitive. Sylvia gasped. A small cloud of condensed breath formed in front of her mouth, reflecting the silvery moonlight. She felt her nipples grow rock hard and her sex felt moist and also tingling. Her right hand reached for her nethers, and just feeling her own hand there nearly made her arch. She hadn't been so sensitive since ... she couldn't remember. Her sex felt so moist, slimy and moist, almost the same as that bone. Some part of her wondered how come, since she couldn't remember getting her privates exposed to this mudd. On the other hand she really wanted to plunge that thigh bone into her sex *right* *now*. The moment she did, she arched for real. Feeling that hard rod with the squishy muddy surface deep in her made her tense up and arch so far, her horns scraped against the rocks behind her. Her legs trembled and kicked, both the intact one on her hip, and the broken one that was now seemingly growing from her pussy. She felt her twisted and torn thigh muscles clench and twist in her hands. The stump that was still where it was supposed to be twitched and flexed. Her legs shivered and turned her own thigh bone into a living vibrator dildo. Sylvia held onto her own knee with both hands and shoved her thigh into herself deeper. Then she felt her vagina clench ON her thigh bone. Now she screamed in sexual frenzy. Nothing had ever felt so depraved, so kinky, so awesome. It wasn't only the sensations, complete bliss without pain. It was also the concept. Her mangled body, masturbating with her own broken pieces, sticking her bones into places there were never meant to go. She was the only one who ever had or ever would experience this. Her orgasms washed over her like waves. The first one had been breathtaking, but she carried on. Then another, stronger one. Eventually she pulled the leg out and turned it around. Hoof first, she pushed it into herself, then twisted it, while she flexed her two hooved toe digits inside herself. Following a crazy impulse, she bent her knee, so both her hoof and her thighbone were now pointed towards her. The hoof still in her sex, she now pushed the bone underneath, into her ass. The hoof now she felt incredibly deep inside her. Deeper than anything she had ever shoved in there, she could feel it inside her belly. It pushed against her guts and outwards. And she could also feel the sensation on her hoof, all the way inside. And then her asshole clenched around her thigh bone. At this point, the orgasms were almost annoying distractions. She felt her body arch and spasm beyond her control, even though she really wanted to one up the sensations and continue. Instead she had to ride the waves or she would have passed out from lack of breath. The phases of repeated shivering shuddering blissful immobility took longer and longer, enhanced by the fact her leg, embedded into her, jerked uncontrollably as well and amplified each sensation. Unable to even hold on to her leg any longer, she grasped her breasts, slightly surprised to find her fur there muddy and squishy as well. She clenched her hands so hard it would have hurt, but instead, she only plunged into another wave of orgasms that had her tremble and shiver and unable to breathe. 'Enough! Enough, I can't take it anymore!' The small part of her brain that remained coherent screamed. She tried to calm down, tried get her body to stop spasming, jerking, shivering. Her hands let go of her breasts and grasped onto the cold stone left and right of her. She tried to breathe, managed a gasp. The world was spinning. A strong contraction of her belly propelled her leg out a bit, the kicking stump on her hip pulled it further. Finally her thigh bone came free and it's end scraped over the hard rock underneath. Only now Sylvia realized that the broken bone could have been sharp enough to have hurt her insides, even though she didn't feel any pain. She managed to clench her belly once more, and her leg finally slipped out of her sex. By now she had her body under enough control that she could bend forward and pull it the rest of the way out. It felt so loose, she thought, if she pulled with enough force, she'd pull it off her stump entirely. But sensations in general were tricky and deceiving right now. She definitely still felt her leg, so everything had to be alright. Her broken bone, her knee, her calves, her hoof. All there. But something was still in her sex. She felt the sensation, something was stuck in there. It felt nice. She reached for it with her fingers. It wriggled. She tried to grasp it and whatever it was tried to slip through her fingers and deeper in. It still felt really nice. Moaning, but silently cursing, she dug deeper with two fingers. Deeper than she could ever remember sticking her hand in there, but that didn't seem to matter right now. She finally got the end of it and pulled. And pulled... Whatever it was, was squirming and complaining, and she felt a tugging sensation quite deep inside her. Long and thin. She'd have thought she was pulling her own entrails if it hadn't shown such a mind of its own. Then she had the thing. Slowly, she dragged the squirming wriggling worm out of her sex. It looked like a thin eel with a tail on both sides. No real head visible anywhere. But the creature didn't seem to like being in the air. It tried to wrap around Sylvia's arm, where it almost seemed to merged into her muddy fur. She barely felt anything, even though it definitely was right on her. She could see it. Sylvia shook it loose, then hurled the creature down the dark tunnel towards the cave where the thing had supposedly come from. She shivered. She didn't know if she was cold or hot or afraid, but she felt herself shiver. It could have been such a nice afterglow after this crazy frenzy. She wished she hadn't found that thing. But it had been in there. And that meant, all the others, hundreds of them, were they in her, too? Sylvia tried to be completely still. She didn't even dare to breathe, which was difficult because she was still out of breath and her heart pounded like a drum. They had to be under her fur. That was it, if they could merge with in such an unseen way? Maybe she could feel them move. Get at least these big ones away. Something dawned to her. No more pain where there should have been pain, and no sensation of worms where there definitely were worms. These things fooled her senses. There was only this tingly sensation, and it was strongest on her broken leg, where only skin and muscles connected it to the rest of her. She closed her eyes and dug into her own flesh with two fingers. A few hours ago that would have been excruciating. Now it felt... nice. Almost like fingering her sex, except elsewhere. But there was something. Something moved, She grasped and pulled. Another worm. She flung it away. There were more. She was sure. And there were. The deeper she dug, the more she found. It felt like she had already pulled the weight of her normal thigh out of there. That was when she realized that there actually was less left of her leg by now. Where yesterday there had been muscular, although hurting strands of thigh muscles, now there was just slimy fur and eel like worms. 'They are eating me!' She repeated the realization, whispering it loud. "They are eating me." It was exciting and puzzling, and impossible. It made no sense. Except... No, they weren't just eating. She had moved those muscles just minutes before, and they had worked. Now there was almost nothing left, and she could barely make her broken thigh twitch. Indeed, it seemed, she could only ever feel the worms own movements if she remained completely still. Then they wriggled and searched. But if she moved, all the worms pretended they were her very flesh. She looked at her hands. Were those even still her finger? Or was she picking worms out of her self with more worms as the tool? She dug into the back of her hand with her other hand, and held still. Under there, underneath the fur. It squirmed. Something squirmed, in and under her skin. It likely was tiny, one of those tiny ones she had seen in the afternoon, but they were even in her hands! And that meant... She reached for her sex. Full, puffy, aroused nether lips. She could have gone for round two right now. Above that was her clit, that tiny sensitive nub. She held completely still, waited, sensed. Then grasped. Her clit was the head of a worm. It moved in its entirety as it felt itself grabbed and pulled. Underneath her skin even! What had just now been her most sensitive sex organ was now a wriggling alien worm! And if she pulled it out, it would be gone. "No. Stay in, I won't pull you! Stay in!" she whispered and let go, trying to feel what was happening. Could she still feel her clit? In a way she could. Although it seemed to have a mind of its own. Now it dug deeper into her and pulled itself underneath her skin. Sylvia moaned and clenched her sex. She felt her nether lips wriggle. Those two were worms. How could she even still feel her body if she was all worms? "Come back, please." she whispered, as if asking nicely could make her clit worm resurface. She could feel it somewhere deeper in, squirming. But it was still her clit. She tensed and arched. Eventually the worm settled in a new location. Deeper inside. Sylvia bit her lip. That's not where she wanted her clit to be from now on. Apparently the worms took over whatever they ate, but forgot what they had replaced when they were disturbed. And they seemed to get restless if there was no movement at all. Sylvia could feel that. Worms were stirring a bit all over her, now that she had remained still for longer. She stirred and moved herself, and her body was once again hers to command. "Maybe that works with my clit, too." she thought loud and started rubbing her sex where it should have been. She tried to imagine how her little nub would get hard and grow. The worm in question did move. But still too deep in. She squeezed her belly muscles, and that seemed to remind the creature that it was indeed in the wrong place. Slowly, ever so slowly it moved back to the surface. What happens if I fall asleep? She thought. Do they get bored with pretending they are me and just leave? She had to know. She kept shifting a tiny bit, flexing this way and that. Only her broken leg, that she kept still. She was just carefully trying to feel for the sensations her hand on her knee. Eventually she felt the stirring. It became stronger. And then she could see it. Maybe the worms assumed she was asleep, but they shifted, squirmed, and dug deeper. Others grew. Her leg didn't change shape much, and still felt the same, only the ominous tingling grew stronger. She felt it even from inside her lower leg now. From her calves. "So that's when you eat me, guys?" She jerked the muscles in her leg, and the movement stopped immediately. From the corner of her eye she could see the long worm she had dug from her pussy again crawl towards her. It was slow. The dry environment didn't seem to be good for it. She just watched. Slowly and methodically the eel like worm came closer, searched for her crotch, then blended into her fur next to her nether lips like a ghost. She saw it, but she didn't feel the touch. She knew it was going back inside her. She felt a slight arousal, and a tiny tiny slippery sensation as it pulled itself in. Finally, it was all inside her. 'If even that thing had been is inside me, I don't want to know how much of me is still me...' Sylvia thought. Except she did want to know! And at the same time the thought made her horny. Or was it the worms that made her horny? ---- Sylvia hadn't slept at all in the night. She hadn't dare to. First she had finally managed to reinsert her leg bone where it was supposed to be. Her leg was once more attached, although it didn't stay in place when she moved. What was left of the worms that had been her muscles didn't do a very good job of holding it in place. Shouldn't have removed them, she thought. But hindsight was 20/20. Shouldn't have fallen down that hole. At least there had been no more pain in her leg. It also hadn't hurt to finger herself to orgasm a few more times until morning. The remaining time she had attempted to find out which parts of her were still normal regular living Antelope flesh. Once she figured it out, it was almost too easy. Her flesh felt pain. The worms however, and what they had touched, gave all sorts of sensations, but they weren't hurting. She didn't know when and how exactly she had eventually succumbed to sleep after all. It must have been close to dawn already, but when she finally woke up again, the sun shone over the rim of the hole and it was full daylight. Sylvia felt incredibly thirsty. She urged for the cool dampness of that muddy waterhole. Most likely, however it was the worms that needed it more than she did. Her legs both felt light and she couldn't move them much. There likely were only worms in them now, and they were weak and dry and didn't have anything to eat left. Sylvia realized that if this continued, she'd soon be immobile. And then the worms would move elsewhere. Where there was still moisture in her. Or just away to the pond. She was thirsty herself, so very thirsty. On a whim, she decided to drag herself into the cave a second time. She didn't even remember to repeat her experiment to see if she could still feel pain. Her leg bone didn't stay in place of course with all the movement. After a few steps on all fours, her broken leg dragged behind, and she barely cared. Then there was an odd yanking sensation. She glanced back, only to see her broken leg had now detached completely. She was tempted to return and get it, but she felt so weak. Her other leg didn't seem to want to go much further, instead she felt the worms stir independently. restlessly. She dragged herself further with her arms. Ahead was the mud. Soft, soothing, moist mud. And behind it, the water. Sylvia brushed her tongue over her lips from the inside. Her mouth felt odd. Slimy. She could feel worms all over her body stir on their own, as if they were feeling the nearby water. She had to move! Sylvia pulled herself one more step forward, and dove, nose first into the dark liquid. There, she opened her mouth and let the water rush in, then drank in greedy gulps. Her belly stirred on the inside. "No!" she thought. "I got your damn water. Stay where you are!" She took another gulp, then another, until she couldn't drink anymore. Then she pushed herself up out of the water. She felt wriggling movement under her skin, in her skin, in her muscles, all over. "Stay in damnit. Stay! Starrrglffft" She spoke, but an odd noise escaped her, as her tongue didn't do what it was supposed to. It moved in ways it had never done before. Her tongue was now a worm! A worm came from all the way down her throat and her tongue tip was its slimy head. And now it wriggled out of her mouth. She could still feel it as her tongue, but she had no control over it. "Agggbbb" she complained with an ineligible bleat and tried to hold on to her tongue, or rather the worm that had been her tongue, with one of her hands. But all that did was giving the worm more leverage to pull itself free from her mouth. She tried to hold it with her lips, but instead her lips themselves started curling and wriggling. She felt an oozing sensation, then her lips just dropped down and vanished in the muddy waters with two wet plops. Sylvia realized the same thing happened all over her now at once. Small worms were oozing out of her breasts where her nipples had previously been and dropped below. Her clit, which had behaved so well the previous night and and gone back into place, now it wriggled itself free for good. For a moment it felt wonderful, as it slithered out of her sex, giving her a crescendo of sensations, then it dropped out of sight and was gone. It was quickly followed by the rest of her wormified privates, her nether lips, even her anus, all gave her a mocking last sensation of pleasure before they dropped away for good. All that was left there now was a muddy hole through which a steady stream of worms escaped that had once been her bowels. Even that felt annoyingly good, as if each of them wanted to give her a parting gift. Others escaped up through her mouth. She wanted to moan, but instead of making a sound her throat developed a slithering life of its own. Her neck split open like wet paper and what had previously provided her with food, air and voice now betrayed her in a wriggling exodus. A wet wheeze through the gaping hole was the only sound she managed, while even her cheeks now fell and slithered apart. Her mouth dropped open, her lower jaw hung lower and lower, oozing almost comically. She stared down at her arms that were bracing her weight. Her fur, slimy and hardly recognizable split and unraveled. It itself had been worms, and the worms underneath decided they wanted out. She felt her arms tremble, tried desperately to keep herself up. Then her belly gave way. Only weak slimy ragged shreds were left of her fur and muscles, unraveling into thin slimy worms like threads. What had been inside her, stomach, entrails, even her lungs and still beating heart dropped down into the water, changed shape, then swam away or dug itself into the mud. WIthin a heartbeat, nothing but worms. She felt so empty, so weak. Willpower alone kept her pushed up on her arms that themselves were not much more than naked bones by now. She wondered how it could be that she hadn't passed out. Her jaw finally dropped down into the mud as the last worm that had held her mouth together fell with it. Sylvia felt wriggling in her nostrils as those very nostrils tried to get away from her, too. It made her wanna sneeze, which made her want to laugh. Both she couldn't since she had no chest. Her ribs fell down one by one into a bone pile that slowly accumulated in the mud. It dawned to her why she was not unconscious when she felt a pulling sensation in her spine. A second later she started falling apart for good. Her hip, her vertebrae, one by one they came loose. Sylvia collapsed with them until finally her shoulders popped free and her arms tipped over. She had no more body. Only a head. A skull. 'Treacherous worms! Come back to me...' she pleaded, commanded in thoughts. But to no avail. Her skull was slowly sinking in the mud. Then her left eye popped out and swam away. She had seen it coming. She had seen the shadows of tiny little worms swim around freely inside her eye for the last few seconds. Her eyeball popped apart soon after it had fled her. Only one eye, what was in her head, and her very thoughts remained of the gazelle. The last worm, she was certain, that had to be her brain itself. She would have smiled if she had had a body to do so. 'You can't leave me behind. You are my brain now. That means I am you. If you leave my skull, I'm just coming with you.' she thought. Her second eye popped apart and vanished in the muddy water. Then, finally, indeed a large worm unraveled from its place inside Sylvia's skull and slithered out through the empty eye socket. It left only an empty skull behind, but dragged it along to the deeper part of the pond where the skull sank away, out of sight. The last thing visible were her horns, then even those were gone.