What is wrong with me tonight? :P
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\n\t\t\t\tkabalMystic and https://sfmlab.com/item/1476/Wandering around the abandoned facility, shivering in cold and terror, only your flashlight to guide you as it flickers, batteries on their last legs. You stop as oyu hear... Something. Strange noise, slithering, moist, sucking noises in the darkness ahead. You creep forward, the light shaft from you flashlight seemingly reluctant to pierce the gloom ahead, as if it knows what lies there and is shielding you from it. You draw closer and closer, the sounds preying on your sanity. Finally, a glimpse, a glimmer. You flashlight alights upon two heaving breasts, hanging suspended in the air, pendulous and massive. You stop, the sight arousing you despite the immanent danger. You take another stop, and the full form of the purple catgirl comes into view, wide hips, massive breasts, trim waist, perfection in form. You drool noticeably, lust clouding your thoughts as you take that last fateful step. As you do it finally registers that she isn't touching the ground, instead suspended above it. Dark tendrils on some kind wrap around her face, gripping tightly. He eyes are rolled up into her head, mouth slackly hanging open as her limbs limp. Something moves in the shadows, thrusting beneath her, holding her, tentacles coiling about her nude alluring form. The noises emanating from her groin sound as one would expect, but there is a louder, sucking and cracking sound, wet and heavy, coming from behind her head, where the tentacles have her held. As your foot hits the ground, you see it. Wet flesh, taut and rippling, a form distorted and wrong. Your flashlight sputters and dies, but a strange light pervades the scene. Your mind struggles to comprehend it, angles wrong, eyes alight with malignant intelligence, a desire, to breed, to rape, to EAT to dEvOuR to FeEd!(#&)* IT&(*^&@WAKES)(@$&)
You open your eyes, the dark corridors unchanged. You get you your feet, legs shaking. Your flashlight is on and bright, eager to lead you out. You walk, unsteady and tottering, determined to forge ahead. You feel heavy, as though you have had a full meal, yet its lower, a strange sensation of something sloshing and squirming in your abdomen. You try to think about this, but cant seem to focus, your mind strangely untuned. There is a strange wet sensation on the back of your head, but you pay it no mind. Your almost out. Almost out of the darkness. On to the light, yo pass your... gifts... to the world above. You smile. Are they as ready as you?