Creepa
Joshua E. Silver

My boss made me work the late shift last night, it was boring and lonely, as always, but I need the coins so I didn’t mind. 2 AM rolled around and another day of harassing families at dinner and getting hung up on was finally over. It’s not a bad job by any means, it easy work and it pays enough to cover the bills. However it is unfulfilling, to say the least, but it sure beats working in the dirt like most other Goombas. Pulling weeds, digging holes, mining coal, it’s not a good life yet sadly there’s not much else for us. It’s no wonder many of us prefer live in wild, far away from “modern” society. It simply wasn’t made for us or us for it. I clocked out and wrapped my scarf around me tight and started walking home. It was very chilly that night; the wind was blowing fiercely and whipping the dead leaves into my face. I wanted to get home as quickly as possible so I decided to take the shortcut home through the woods; it’s the way I usually go when I have no errands to run after work.
 
It was very dark, with nothing more than the faint glow of distant street lights to guide me. I began to regret my decision dearly, I could barely see a foot in front of me and who knows what could be lurking around out here at night. I was halfway through already so I mustered some courage and pressed on. As I walked my anxiety only worsened, I felt as if some unknown pair of eyes was watching me, I felt as if I was being followed. “I’m being paranoid, that’s all.” I thought, reassuring myself. Not that it helped much; I began to walk faster and faster. Then, I saw a face appear in the distance, frightened I stopped, watching it stare at me. Its teeth were razor sharp fangs all lined up neatly in a row. Its eyes pierced through the darkness and fix themselves squarely on me. It smiled at me with a deranged grin, whatever it was, there was no doubt it was after me. “Hello?” I called out, “Who’s there?”
 
The figure charged at me and pounced on me, I tried to run but I found myself knocked over before I could lift my foot. I was forced on to my back, looked up as got a good look at my assailant. Above me was floating a Boo, she smiled at me. She pressed her body against mine and covered my mouth. Then she leaned in close to me ear and whispered “Scream... and I’ll eat you alive. It will be a painful and slow death as you burn in my stomach.” She uncovered my mouth and looked at me deeply in the eyes. “Please, just take my poach and go…” I pleaded with her. “Just don’t kill me… Please don’t kill me…”
 
If there was a time I ever feared for my life it was then. My bones shivered and I began to sweat as tears began to well up in my eyes. She Cackled at me and said. “I don’t want your coins… I want… something else…”
 
I’m dead; that was the only thought I had at the time. I tensed up and closed my eyes, praying she’d at least make it quick. Suddenly, I felt her icy touch on my stomach and she slid her hand down my body. I felt her begin to lightly stroke my penis, I was shocked. I opened my eyes and looked at her, her eyes were filled with lust and she panted deeply as played with my foreskin. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t say anything, I wanted to say something, say anything, but what could I have say. I don’t know why, but I let her continue, maybe I was as driven by lust as much as she or maybe I was scared. I don’t remember how I felt from then on I only remember what I felt. She took off my shoes and lifted my scarf up and tossed it to the side, I felt the wind blow past my naked body, it was cold and yet somehow sweet and liberating. She floated down and licked my testicles drenching my genitals in her drool, it was warm and gooey. I became more and more aroused as she lapped away at anything in between my thighs. My penis slowly peeked out and soon it was fully erect and oozing with precum.
 
She stopped her licking and held my legs down as she slowly drew closer to it. She wrapped her mouth around it, gently massaging the tip and kissing it sweetly. Her lips were soft and velvety, every time they were pressed against me a shiver ran up my spine and I gasped in pleasure. The sensation was beyond anything I had ever experience and with each kiss it intensified and spread. She began to work her way down to the whole shaft and her whole body bobbed as she sucked on my penis, licking the underside with each stroke. Spit and sweat and precum began to spatter all over me, it warmed my skin and gave me goose bumps with each droplet. I moaned and heaved in pleasure, breathing deeply and fast all while my heart raced. The ecstasy building inside me was overwhelming; I couldn’t hold it much longer. My vision blurred and all other senses went numb, it was just too much. I burst, cum gushed out of me and into her mouth. I screamed through the orgasm as loud as I could, my whole body tightened and twitched. It leaked from her mouth and it ran down to my testicles and anus. She let me go and swallowed whatever was left in her mouth.
 
I laid there on the ground bathing in my afterglow. My body went numb and all I could feel was my throbbing penis, a wave of pleasure flowed through me with every pulse. In my whole life never had I ever had an orgasm as intense as that one was. I was drained of all thought, all other cares or worries or emotion, the feeling was just magnificent. But then as quickly as it had past I was suddenly plunged back in to reality, I realized I had just been raped. I closed my thighs and leaned up, they were sticky with semen and so was everything else. I turned away from her and contemplated my situation, my embarrassment turned to guilt and my pleasure to shame. All I could think was that I just let it happen; I didn’t even try to stop her. I felt used and degraded… and I liked it. I thought I was sick, that something was deeply wrong with me, the tears from before began to well up again. But then she floated over to me and kissed me on the lips. Then she whispered “Come back tomorrow night, if you want to play, that is.”
 
She slowly backed away and faded back into the dark. I looked around to see if she was in fact gone. A part of me was relieve she let me go, while another longed to follow her. I was tired and wanted to go to bed so I put my shoes back on, though my feet were sticky, and wrapped my scarf back around me and started to walk home. When I got there I immediately took a bath, I soaked in the soapy water for a long time, scrubbing myself isn’t exactly... easy. Afterward I walked to my bed and thought about calling the guards and telling them what had happened to me. But I was too embarrassed, so I didn’t. I couldn’t sleep at all last night; all I could think about was what had happened. Eventually I did manage to fall asleep. I called in sick this morning; I told my boss I had the flu. I spent the morning anxious, to think I could have been killed. She’s was a Boo and I’m just a Goomba... if she wanted to she could have easily killed me right then and there. What would my mother do if I died, she’d be devastated. In the afternoon all I could think about was her, for a Boo...she was beautiful. Her lips, her smile, her eyes, terrifying at first but the way the light danced in them was mesmerizing. Her creamy white body was warm and soft and her embrace was inviting and comforting.
 
And in the evening I contemplated going to see her. Or should I say contemplated that I was even considering going, that fact alone cause me distress. The clock read 10 PM, I put on my shoes and wrapped my scarf around me, and now, here I stand at the door confused and excited. Am I really going to do this, is this even worth it. What if she does kill me this time, what kind of a risk am I taking for nothing more than a fleeting moment of pleasure? But what do I really have to lose, my life? There is nothing I love more than waking up each morning knowing there is nothing more in this life for me. That I will die nothing more than a servant to those with power, those with power over me. Maybe I can’t choose what I am or what I can do, but I can choose what I do now at this moment. And at the very least, if I must lower myself beneath another, I know who I want it to be; the goddess who stole my body to keep as her own.
 
I walked out the door and through the woods until I could no longer see the light. I sat down beneath a tree and waited for her. Soon her face appeared above me and she descends down on me. She smiles at me and touches my face and says “So, you came... I was worried you wouldn’t show.”
 
She presses her cheek to mine. “I’ve been thinking about you, and I know now. There’s something about you that drives crazy; I want to make you mine.” She kisses me passionately, grasping me in between her arms. I’ve decided to let her know why I came here; I must let her know what my intentions are. With my foot I whip her around and push her against the tree, she’s confused and threatened; I see it in her eyes. I whisper in her ear. “I… want you.”