3 comments/ 76721 views/ 45 favorites Big, Honkin' Slugs: Part 01 By: PrevertOne (Inspired by Encounter in the Glade and The Perils of Nude Sunbathing By Little White Mouse) * "Skinnydipping!" "Sunbathing!" "Skinnydipping!" "Sunbathing!" Stella Burgess and Moira O'Donnell, roommates and BFF's, back and forthed on the virtues of flesh baring in a tropical paradise. The paradise was one of a cluster of islands near Tahiti. There were three: isolated, mostly unexplored, rare exotic plants and animals. Their names were Longo, Wongo, and Mongo. Stella and Moira were on Mongo. It was just the place for a pair of adventurous (albeit reckless) young women. Moira, the smarter one, learned of the islands in the college library; a brief reference, in an obscure tome, while researching evolutionary theory for a paper. She made a casual, half-joking, suggestion to Stella: "Hey, why not check out these islands this summer? Do a little exploring, have a little fun. Maybe we'll find something new. What do you think? It'd be a nice way to celebrate the end of college." Stella thought for a moment: "Why not?" Stella, the richer one, paid for the trip. The girls told their families they were going to Tahiti. They made no mention of the side trip. The two ladies set a rule, no boys; the trip was strictly for girls. A plane and a helicopter later, and they were on the beach arguing about getting naked. Now, if anyone of the male persuasion were listening, he would most likely get a chubby (and in the case of Stella and Moira's ex-boyfriends, creampants). Two people discussing nudity is one thing; two hot girls talking the same subject is a whole 'nother level; and Stella and Moira were very hot indeed. People called Stella, The Statue. It was a compliment. She was a tall long-limbed c-cup with beautiful streamlined curves. Her 6' size, waist length blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, long narrow nose, and wide full lips, all added to an imposing package. Stella had few boyfriends simply because so many were intimidated. There was such a thing as having too much beauty. At least it allowed her to be choosy. Moira had a burlesque beauty. She was shorter than Stella, 5'8". Her hair was a curly neck length reddish brown. A voluptuous stunner with Irish green eyes and a snub nose, sprinkled with freckles, her package literally cried mischief. There was a reason why her nickname was Puck. The two women were BFF's since childhood. They had supported each other through skinny, gawky tweenhood, and became a superteam when they grew curves and breasts. In high school they ruled the cliques; in college they broke hearts. "Ok, ok," said Stella, "What say we do this...I saw a pool from the helicopter. Let's say we do our own thing for a couple of hours. I'll swim, you sunbathe near the rocks. We'll meet here later and do some exploring. Is that OK?" Moira, her Irish temper near boiling, was about to make a retort, but wiser voices prevailed. "No sense in wrecking a friendship over something so stupid," she thought. "Alright Stella, two hours; but let's wait 'til tomorrow to explore. I feel like camping out first. OK?" Stella paused, "OK. Sorry. Friends?" "Always," replied Moira. They crossed pinkies. "Have fun," said Moira. Stella quickly found a path and followed the sound of running water. She wasn't worried about predators; most of these islands had nothing larger than a chihuahua. "No lions, tigers, or bears," she thought; and then she reached the pool, "Oh my!" The pool was far more spectacular than viewed from the air; white curtains of water cascaded over gray rocks into the deep blue bowl; flat, damp moss covered stones bordered the pool; one rock was exactly her size, perfect for a good rest after a leisurely swim. "It's beautiful!" Stella exclaimed. She began to strip almost immediately. Stella and Moira hadn't bothered to bring bikinis. They decided before the trip that the purpose was absolute freedom; no restraints. No disapproving families, pesky boyfriends, or interfering authorities. Stella paused to admire her body. Her golden short cut muff marked Stella as a natural. "If any of my ex's saw me like this, I'd never get any peace," Stella thought as she dove in. The water was clear, cool glass on her skin. The pool was an almost perfect bowl with a smooth bottom. A few water plants, snails, goldfish, some strange frogs and salamanders were the only life. Stella made a note; these could be new species. The creepy and slimy never scared Stella. Stella and Moira were amateur naturalists since childhood. Stella didn't scream if she saw a mouse; or go "ew" over garden slugs. She accepted strange creatures as facts of existence. Often, when they were kids, the girls would creep under trailers and into caves, looking for spiders, worms, or snails. The girls' activities exasperated their parents. The two women jointly considered studying biology but the families pressured them into other majors. Moira opted for environmental law while Stella studied business. However, when time permitted, they went on hiking trips, usually to remote areas. Sometimes a persistent boyfriend would accompany the girls; they punished the intrusion by hiking the boys into exhaustion. Stella noticed several small caves dotting the wall of the waterfall. "I should take a closer look tomorrow," she thought. She swam for a few more minutes, then decided to take a rest on the moss bed. Stella pulled herself out, water dripping off her nude body. The rock was firm but soft; as she stretched out for a brief nap her thoughts turned to Moira, "Did she find a good spot? Maybe I'll join her later." Moira wandered down the beach towards the rock outcropping. A strip of sand nearby looked perfect. The rock formation reminded Moira of a castle. She had a romantic streak and remembered a trip to Ireland she took as a child. She found a castle out of a fairy tale, overgrown with bushes and vines. She approached the outcropping, drawn by nostalgia and curiosity. She noticed a peculiar shape among the bushes, a large rock near the base of the formation. Its shape was, vaguely, like a chair, almost a recliner; thick bushes surrounded the "chair", growing from cracks and crevasses. The redhead saw that she could easily step onto the rock. "It's my own personal throne," she thought; a perfect spot to sunbathe. The rock was flat so she could easily spread her towel. The spray from the water nearby would help cool the rocks. Moira, an experienced sunbather, didn't like tan lines. Experience taught her that the right lotions and timing were essential; she could brown her skin properly without freckles or sunburn. Her sunbathing activities were usually restricted to backyards and remote clearings. Moira didn't mind voyeurs so long as they kept their distance; boyfriends were more problematic: some of them tended to get frisky when they saw her laid out, naked and gleaming with sweat and oil. Stella was the only person with whom Moira was completely secure. In high school and college, when the girls sunbathed, boys would claw each other, at the fences of whatever backyard, to catch a glimpse. Now, as she stripped and slathered lotions on her body, running her hands across those cantaloupe breasts, flat, taut belly, round bubble ass, and beautifully shaped legs, Moira smiled. Stella was the only other person on the island; no voyeurs, no pawing boyfriends. "They always want sex every time I do this," she fussed. Moira fitted herself onto the "recliner" and took out a small time clock from her pack. "Now I get to sunbathe without the headache. I hope Stella is having as good a time as I am." Moira set the clock for twenty minutes and closed her eyes for a light doze. Now, let's leave these two stunning beauties, reclining on their respective stone beds, skin shiny and slick with sweat, water, and suntan oil, to examine the island's history. Moira, normally a good researcher, missed a few details. The islands were discovered by traders in the early 19th century. In 1883, a young naturalist, Dr. Derrick D. Weebster, who fancied himself as the next Charles Darwin, spent a lot of the family money to finance an expedition. He found a profusion of flora and fauna, each unique to its own island. On Longo, he found flowers; on Wongo, insects; and on Mongo mollusks and gastropods. Weebster thought he hit the jackpot. He took some samples from Mongo and carried them back to England, where he was promptly ignored. "Well, ahem! ahem!, your specimens are alright," they told him, "but really old boy, no one is interested in slugs, snails, and worms." The embittered Doctor took his samples and his notes and put them a dark, dusty attic. He took up medicine and opened the first gynecological clinic in Britain. The islands were ignored for about 50 something years until another naturalist, George O. Netsev-Zoltan, discovered Weebster's notes while cleaning out the Doctor's attic. The Weebster family, embarrassed by the Doctor's scandalous behavior with his patients, gave Zoltan carte blanche to do whatever, so long as their names were kept out of publication. Zoltan could not pass up an opportunity to steal credit for Weebster's discoveries. He begged, borrowed, stole, and conned half of the British public and a bunch of wealthy Yanks to raise money for another expedition. Unfortunately, World War II intervened and Zoltan's boat was sunk by a Japanese submarine, along with his samples from Mongo. Zoltan survived and was captured and interned, but died soon after escaping from a POW camp in Java. He hid in a local brothel, and experienced first hand the fatal effects of the venus butterfly on near starved naturalists. In the post war period, France conducted some nuclear tests. The area was clamped down under cold war secrecy. Needless to say, the shot of radiation had some interesting effects on the local biology. A few scraps of information somehow found their way to Moira's college, of which the results were mentioned earlier in this story. "What could possibly go wrong?" Moira thought. Several things actually. The helicopter pilot cum tour guide was an unscrupulous bastard who, unbeknownst to the women, neglected to file a flight plan, or register his destination with the local authorities. He took one look at this pair and thought, "Mmmboy! Land them on the island, fly off for a couple of days, come back for some fun." What the pilot didn't know was an unfriendly rival sabotaged his copter; on the way back, the chopper ran out of gas and dropped into the sea, drowning the unscrupulous bastard; between the secrecy and the unscrupulousness, the two women essentially dropped off the earth. The ladies (who didn't know they were screwed) were on an island full of mutated animals; one of which was currently unspooling from the cracks between the rocks, ready to strike the unsuspecting Moira. Moira was lying back on her "recliner", when several tentacles quietly slithered from between the cracks to hover over her nubile body; rust colored, segmented, and glistening with oily mucus, they undulated expectantly, waiting for a command. Moira stirred, the time clock buzzed; just as she curled her legs to shift position, Moira felt something wrap around them. She just had time to gasp a startled, "What the...?!" before her legs were thrust, violently, apart. Moira's beautiful green eyes nearly popped; red, slimy, slitherers were twined 'round her lovely legs. Her first thought was, "Giant earthworms?!!" Her next action was to scream; these were far different from the things found underneath trailers. She opened her mouth and drew in air, preparing for a record breaking shriek. Moira was so focused on her legs, she didn't see the other tentacle hovering near her face. She managed a brief "EEEmowumf?!!!" before the segmented limb slammed into her mouth. The rest of the scream exhaled through her nose as a breathy hiss. Other tentacles wrapped around Moira's arms, completing her entrapment. Moira's head was thrown back by the force of the tentacle; to her horror it began to slither down her throat. She had no choice; even though her stomach rebelled it was either swallow or choke. Her throat muscles worked frantically, gulping down the appendage as it snaked its way through her esophagus. The salty, slimy taste was familiar to the sexually experienced Moira. Her mind flooded with questions, "What is this thing?!! Where did it come from?!! How am I going to get out of this?!!! Can I actually take this in?!!" Moira was unable to utter any sound other than a panicked, "MMMM!!" The angle of her head prevented the red headed beauty from noticing a particularly large appendage, poised to strike at her wide open, glistening pink rose. She sounded a muffled squeal as her most intimate part was penetrated. The tentacle rammed its way through her vulva; steamrolled over her clit (which swelled, to her surprise, creating a warm, wet burst, as the segments passed across it). Another tentacle slithered its way through her ass crack in a reverse defecation. Her sphincter fought a valiant battle but ultimately gave up in defeat. The segments brushed against the walls of her anus as the tentacle reached the rectum. Moira's frantic squeals reached a higher octave; the other tentacle reached her stomach. Impaled on both ends, Moira moaned as the slime covered serpentines began to pump her body. To Be Continued... Big, Honkin' Slugs: Part 02 (Inspired by Encounter In The Glade and The Perils of Nude Sunbathing By Little White Mouse) Stella slept quietly by the pool, lulled by the soft 'hussshhh!' of the falling water. The moss covered rock was a velvet bed; her light doze became a deeper sleep. She didn't notice the two dark globes protruding from the pool. They looked like small rubber balls children threw against schoolyard walls. The globes were fixed to greenish stalks; slowly, like a scene out of Looney Tunes, the stalks moved to the pool's edge. The stalks were attached to one of the island's denizens. It slithered out of the pool with a slow, menacing patience. A slug; a very big slug; a man-sized six footer. The creature's eyes were directed towards the supine beauty before it. She slept, unnoticing; arms crossed beneath her head; golden mane spread out in a fan; legs slightly raised and open; pale, pink vulva topped with a golden crown, exposed. The slug slithered soundlessly towards the sleeping beauty. It left a trail of slime over the moss covered rocks. It is a slug's nature to be patient; slug senses, honed by eons of evolution, told it the prey would not wake. The creature glistened with slime. Its top half was colored a golden yellow; its underbelly was a pale lime green. It shone with a glassy translucence; a living ceramic sculpture which flowed between Stella's long legs. The slug's touch was soft; the sleeping Stella returned to a lighter doze. She attributed the slimy cool presence to spray from the falls. She stirred, moved her legs, slowly becoming aware of a curious weight upon her body. Stella heard a strange gurgle; "?" she thought. Stella opened her eyes; seconds later, the paradisiacal quiet of the pool was shattered by her high pitched screams. Stella bucked and squirmed, frantically trying to escape. The slug's weight, while not crushing, restricted her movements. The creature's slime-slick skin frustrated her efforts to push it off; she was rewarded with slimed hands for her trouble. The creature clung to her body with gluish tenacity. "Get off me! Shoo! Go away!" Stella cried. The only response from the creature was a soft gurgle. Stella continued to struggle. "Maybe I can wriggle out from under this thing." Her startled terror had faded. She'd seen slugs before, obviously not one this big; most slugs weren't carnivorous, those that were ate other slugs. "So why is this thing on top of me?" she asked (the answer, unbeknownst to Stella, was a mutagenically enhanced sex drive. The slug was at the peak of its mating cycle; anything remotely female was porkable.). She grunted and strained, trying desperately to wriggle away. In her struggles, Stella's body ground against the creature's skin. She was especially aware that her pussy slid against the slug's slimy underside. The result was a stunning response: "!! I can't be getting wet from this, can I?!" Stella, no stranger to sex, had squirmed under more than a few bodies (often involuntarily, pending the orgasm); but squirming beneath a giant slug was a new experience; men (except for professional swimmers) tended to be rough and hairy (some even chaffed). The slug's underbelly was smooth and slick; Stella's vulva slid along its glassy surface. The slug slimed her skin and slurped at her mounds. Stella wasn't repulsed; she'd handled slugs in her youth. She let them crawl up her arm or across her belly. This slug crawl was merely on a larger scale. The only startling difference was her arousal. Stella's response piqued her curiosity. The slug slurped away, rubbing its glassy body against her soft skin. Her sex lubed up; soft, wet heat grew between her thighs. Stella found it increasingly difficult to think: "Ok...ughn!...This thing's only a slug...mmm!...I'll just..uhh!...I'll just lie back 'God, this is making me hot!' and let it crawl...ooo!...crawl over me." Stella thought the slug was crawling from one spot to another. She just happened to be in the way. The sexual arousal was a pleasant (albeit disturbing) by product. "I really have to see someone about this when I get home," she thought. The excitement of discovering a new species would be examined later. So Stella was a bit surprised when the creature opened its slit-like mouth to extract its tongue. It was a long, slime covered ribbon, studded with obsidian colored teeth ("Oh no," Stella thought, wondering if she should rethink the danger, "Maybe it eats other animals 'gulp!'."). The creature slathered its tongue across her ample globes. "Ooooh!" Stella ululated, "I'm being tongued!" Her sensitive breasts sent pleasure waves throughout her body. Stella's perfectly round pink titties went conical; the nipples became pinpricks of pleasure. "I...ummm!...I...ugh!...don't think...erm!...this slug...oooh...is crawling...uff!..away." Stella gasped. (Actually the slug was more interested in the moisture on her skin 'not that she would have minded'.) Stella's wriggles resumed on a more cooperative status. Her squirms intensified when the creature wrapped its tongue around her right breast, opened its slime covered mouth, and began to slurp and suck. "Oh no!...Oh God!...Oh!" Stella cried. She ground her body further into the slug's mucousity. Her hands stroked the creature's golden mantle, in contrast to her early attempts at repulsion. It was a new experience for Stella; a new sensation with a different kind of lover; soft, slick, and cool. The slug shined like porcelain; a shine that spread to Stella's slime and sweat covered body. The two lovers were slick and wet; entwined in soft, moist harmony. Stella's moans and the slug's gurgles were music in the watery paradise. Unbeknownst to Stella, the creature revealed a new feature in its underbelly. A thick, pink, mucus covered penile extension slowly snaked its way towards Stella's open, wet pussy. Stella couldn't see, but she felt the slug schlong penetrate her flower. "Oh!...Oh!..." were the only sounds that issued from her mouth. As the creature proceeded to penetrate her body with slow steady strokes, Stella's thoughts flashed, briefly, on her friend, "What's happened to Moira?" To Be Continued Big, Honkin' Slugs: Part 03 (Inspired by Encounter In The Glade and The Perils of Nude Sunbathing By Little White Mouse) * Moira wasn't thinking of Stella. She was too distracted by the tentacled terror's frenzied porking. Her squeals matched the sexual pumping in orgiastic rhythm; from mouth to ass, cervix to vulva, slime covered dildos slid in and out, stimulating Moira in ways she never thought possible. Her hands clenched and unclenched the sides of the "throne". Her entire torso: gulping throat, heaving breasts, roiling belly, and rippling pelvis, gyrated erotically across the stone. The snaky whips held her legs wide open. Moira orgasmed, pumping her pussy juice across the segments penetrating her intimacy; slime and cum soaked the stone beneath her body. Torrents of slimy mucus smeared her skin. Moira joined Stella in gleaming glass slickness. Her thoughts surfaced above a haze of fear and sex. Her first thought was, "Whatsit!", a childhood reference invented by the two girls. "I'm being fucked by a 'Whatsit'! Stella! Where's Stella?! She has to see this!" Moira thought. She would giggle hysterically if her mouth weren't full of tentacle; the closest she came (after cumming) was an extra ripple in her belly. Moira's past included more than her share of sexual partners. She was well acquainted with Richard and his many uses. These "dicks" however, delved deeper and further than anything human....further and beyond. "It's a whole new meaning to the term 'sword swallowing'," thought the redhead, as her tongue worked around the throbbing mucus covered schlong, "It's the ultimate blowjob." The tilted position of Moira's head obscured the view of her nethers. She wasn't unaware of the activity below. Moira was wet and getting wetter by the moment. Cum soaked her inner thighs and muff. Orgasms, shockingly intense, overlapped across her body. The tentacle prison restrained her body's reactions. She managed a series of high pitched squeals that neared ultra-sonic frequency. The orgasms blurred into a continuous climax, marginally offset by the pain from the anus tentacle. While tentacles molested her mouth and pleasured her pussy, Moira received an ass-reaming the likes of which she'd never before experienced. The rust red rod thrust deep, penetrating almost to the lower intestine, before withdrawing; after a pause, it repeated the sequence, ramming itself into her bunghole. Moira's green eyes reflected the pain/pleasure duel: brimming with tears while rolling in ecstasy. Moira quivered, trembled, and convulsed as she was fucked into boneless exhaustion. The tentacles paused in their pumping, still inside her. She sat like a slug, dripping with cum, slime, and sweat. Moira barely noticed when the randy ropes lifted her off the "throne". The patch of rocks and bushes where the tentacles' originated, flipped back to reveal itself as a camouflaged "trapdoor". The tentacle in Moira's mouth withdrew, allowing her head to tilt forward. She saw the horror before her eyes; her mouth stayed open in awed shock. "This is what was fucking me?!!" she gasped. The creature looked as much like a slug as a cat to a lion. It was rusty red with brown shit-colored blotches. The tentacles imprisoning Moira protruded from the creature's head. She counted four more undulating around and below the monster; two tentacles were different, "They look like dicks." The tentacles drew her body closer to the monster slug. Moira hung limply in their grip, too exhausted to struggle. The monster opened its enormous mouth and extracted a long, mucus covered tongue. "I'm fucked," Moira thought, expecting to be swallowed at any moment. The creature licked her body, slathering slime until she literally dripped with mucus. It expelled a loud burble, almost a roar, before drawing Moira further into its lair. "I'm really fucked," she uttered. Moira couldn't know the monster had no intention of eating her (it was a slug; slugs don't eat people). The earlier "fucking" was actually a probe, to see if she was suitable for the creature's purpose. The trapdoor began to close; one of the new tentacles hovered before her face. The tentacle in her pussy stirred her clit, making Moira gasp in orgasm. When her mouth opened, the 'dick'-tacle forced its way in. Her mouth flooded with a strange, salty fluid. Once again Moira was forced to swallow. The trapdoor closed, plunging Moira into darkness with the monster. "Ooooh, Stella. Where are you?" she despaired. There was no sound in the dark, other than burbles, slurps, and very loud gulps. To Be Continued... Big, Honkin' Slugs: Part 04 (Inspired by Encounter In The Glade and The Perils of Nude Sunbathing By Little White Mouse) * The Statue writhed across the moss as the slug slurped her body. Stella was slimed from head to toe; her hair liquid sleek, her body slick and wet. Her legs slid against the slug's wet skin. Its thick, pink member flowed like slow molasses over her clit. The creature was the opposite of its fierce red brother. It was slow, patient; quiet in its steady penetration. Stella never had sex like it. Her past included a few thick dicks but the sex was generally quick, frenzied; unsatisfying more often than not. The slow passage over her bud was a new experience. "Men...mmmm!....don't...nnng!...don't...nnmm!...have this...unnm!...have this kind of....'gasp!'....patience," Stella thought. Orgasms overwhelmed her body; cum and slime blended inside her tunnel. She was warm, wet, and open to the slug's thickness; minutes later, the member reached Stella's g-spot, elevating her orgasms to a new level. After a brief pause, the slug switched breasts. Its slimy tongue licked the other mound, followed by the mouth, and the resumption of the slug-slurping. Stella swayed her head, licked and bit her lower lip. The pool was quiet, except for the slurps and gurgles of the slug; and the moans and grunts of the statuesque blonde. The golden-haired goddess ran her fingers across the creature's undulating body. She ground her pelvis into the slug's underbelly, coaxing its member further into her depths. "Come on, come now. You can do it. Come on, fuck me, you big slug," she crooned. The undulations changed in frequency as the creature reached her womb; waves travelled down the slug's length. Stella shuddered in ecstasy as a huge ripple flowed up and through the thick tuber. Her womb exploded as slug juice flooded her interior. She came, powerfully, arching her back with an explosive, "Ughnm!" "Mmmm! It came inside me 'geez! I just fucked a slug!'," she thought, "My belly feels tight." More waves sent the message: the ordeal wasn't over. Stella began a round of orgiastic grunts as the slug rhythmically pumped its jizz into her love sack. Stella's womb tickled as it filled with slug seed. The creature cum session continued for several minutes before the timbre changed. The slug paused for several seconds before resuming the pumps. This time, Stella felt her vaginal passage stretch as an object travelled through to her womb. A second, third, and more followed at regular intervals. "What...ugh!...what's it doing?" she gasped. "Ooooh, I think it's laying eggs; of course! Slugs are hermaphrodites. It's both father and mother. I don't think this is good," she ruminated. "Wait a second," Stella thought, "Of course it's good. In fact it's perfect!" "Customs," she thought. Stella was mindful of the rules for exotic animals; but a pregnant woman on a private plane might not warrant a close scrutiny. What better way to transport a new species to a private lab. She was rich and Daddy had more. A few thousand miles and some greased palms were all that stood between her, fame, and (greater) fortune. All she had to do was wait for the copter. Stella was confident Moira would keep her mouth shut. "I can't wait to tell her," she thought, not knowing her friend was undergoing a similar experience, "On second thought, fucking a slug might be difficult to explain." The slug's undulations ceased as it pumped in the last egg. Its withdrawal was performed with the same deliberate speed by which it entered. "Oh damn," Stella thought; the slug schlong slurped softly as it pulled out. Stella felt some post-coital disappointment. It was ironic that the creature performed better than most men; she wished it lasted longer. The slug drew back like a wet, slimy curtain. Stella's belly was revealed; full, ripe, round, and glistening with slime. "Knocked up by a giant slug," she thought with wry irony. Stella propped herself on her elbows to watch the slug leave. It slithered toward the jungle, leaving a trail of slime and satiated gurgles. She lay back on the moss bed, letting the mucus dry on her skin. "That was amazing," she blissfully thought. Stella rested, occasionally running her hands over her gleaming white porcelain belly, until the languor subsided. "I've got to get this stuff off me," Stella thought as she rose from the moss bed (difficult, given her new condition); flakes of dried mucus fell off her skin. Stella examined herself as she waded into the shallows, "I look around seven months, at least." As she rinsed the slime from her body, Stella looked ahead, "This is no big deal. It's only a couple of days. I better talk to Moira first. I wonder how she's doing?" ***** Moira was lying on her side at the base of the rock formation. All her sensitives ached. "Ooooh, I am so sore," she groaned. She opened her eyes to look at herself, "Nope, wasn't a dream." Presented before Moira was proof of her slug slamming: a swollen, round belly; Moira was thoroughly plumped. Moira ruminated on her surreal experience, spent in darkness as she was porked in all openings. She remembered the sounds, the damp, the sensations; the "schlurp!" as the monster withdrew its appendages; the "woosh!" as she gulped the musty air; the taste of the new tentacle as it forced its way into her mouth. Moira's mouth flooded with a thick, salty, taste; once again her throat muscles gulped to keep from choking. "This is the most cock I ever sucked," she thought. Another tentacle slid into her pussy, wide open and wet from the previous reaming, her legs held spread by the appendages. "Well, at least it's ignoring my ass, this time," Moira thought (the creature no longer had use for Moira's ass *beautiful as it was*). The slug schlong zipped through her wet tunnel. Moira experienced a ballooning sensation as the creature pumped her full of sperm and eggs. The only sounds in the cave were gulps, grunts, slurps, and burbles. Moira passed out from orgasmic exhaustion. Now she was awake and looking at a plumped body, "What am I going to tell Stella? And my parents?" (Moira didn't think it strange that Stella was the first person to come to mind. She sometimes felt closer to her than anyone else.) It's not every day that a person goes to an island and comes back pregnant; not that she looked bad. Moira's belly was perfectly round and complimented her natural curves. "I never thought I'd look sexy pregnant," she thought, "I have to find Stella. We have to figure this out." Getting up was easier said than done. Moira's belly sloshed with fluid; her body was stiff from sex. Moira looked at her discarded clothes and decided to leave them, "They wouldn't fit." She was covered in dirt, leaves, and dried slime. "Now I need a bath," she said, stumbling through the jungle, "I guess I'm skinny dipping after all." Stella was at the pool, back turned, rinsing herself, when Moira arrived. "Stella!" she cried. Stella turned, her deep blue eyes took one look at Moira and popped. Moira's green eyes reciprocated. "Moira?!!" "Stella?!!" "What in the hell happened to you?!!" burst from their mouths in a simultaneous eruption. The girls exchanged stories while washing each other. "Wow," said Moira. "I'll say. Do you think this island has more of these creatures?" asked Stella. "Maybe," Moira replied, "The paper I read mentioned mollusks but nothing like these giant slugs; and even with the slugs I certainly didn't expect this," she said pointing at her round belly, "Are you sure about this plan, Stella?" "Are you kidding? Stella Burgess and Moira O'Donnell discover a new species. It's what we wanted since childhood, Moira. The copter's coming the day after tomorrow. We can hop the plane, slide through customs, Dad's doctor can take the eggs out. Two, three days tops. We're going to be famous." "I don't know," said Moira, "I'm not so sure I want to stay on this island with these...things. I mean it was kind of fun, kind of unnatural...wait, extremely unnatural, but we don't know what else is on the island." "Come on Moira," said Stella, "What else could happen? This is as weird as it gets. I think we can tough it out for a few days." "I know, I know, it's just well..." "Well what?" "Well, I kind of feel horny," Moira said. She expected Stella to laugh. The girls had undergone a respective, intense, long sexual experience. Moira was perplexed that she had a reserve of sexual energy. Instead Stella replied, "I feel horny too." The girls decided to spend the next few days by the pool. "I don't think you want to be near the big red one, right now," said Stella. "Got a point," agreed Moira. The girls were accomplished campers and hikers; gathering food, staying fed (in spite of their condition) wasn't much trouble. The stream that fed the pool had plenty of fish; natural fruits, banana, coconut, mango, were on the island; and the backpacks were stuffed with energy bars. The girls couldn't explore as they wanted; playing by the pool for a few days was a fun alternative. The helicopter didn't come as scheduled. "Maybe he has a mechanical problem," Moira suggested. "Or he's stranded us," said Stella. "Come on Stella, there could be any number of reasons; he'll be here tomorrow." Two days later, a nervous Moira said, "I think we're in trouble." To Be Continued... Big, Honkin' Slugs: Part 05 (Inspired by Encounter in the Glade and The Perils of Nude Sunbathing By Little White Mouse) * "I agree. We're in deep shit," said Stella. "What do you think happened? Why would he strand us like this?" asked Moira. "I don't know. We were in a hurry. We didn't look at his credentials close enough. The one smart thing we did was pay him half the cash. Anything could have happened; maybe he crashed. If that's the case, we're in real trouble because no one knows we're here." "So then 'giggle!' I guess we're going to be parents," said Moira with a trace of hysteria. "I guess we are," agreed Stella with numb resignation. The four day helicopter wait was uneventful. Stella's slug didn't return; there was no sign of Moira's monster. The girls fell into a routine of fishing and swimming. The beauties' bellies grew round and ripe with each passing day. The girls' backs began to ache; swimming alleviated the discomfort. They wore no clothing; the clothes didn't fit and it was warm enough to go nude. Stella and Moira were standing, waist deep, in the shallows, bathing as usual. It was the fifth day; a new problem had arisen. "Moira," said Stella, rubbing her belly, "My boobs feel tender. How about yours?" "Well, yeah. They are sensitive," Moira replied, "Feels kinda nice, though." Moira gave her breast a light squeeze; fluid squirted out of the nipple to splash Stella across her breasts. Moira was mildly shocked, "Stella...is that what I think it is?" "Yeah, it is. I wonder....?" Stella squeezed her breast, sending white cream back at Moira. Moira giggled, "We have squirt guns." The two girls played for a few minutes, giggling, splashing water, and squirting milk at each other. "Hey Moira," said Stella. "What?" "I...uh...I was just wondering. I've been feeling kind of horny these past few days. I'm wondering...well it's been building and..." "Yeah, I know the feeling," Moira replied, "You...um...think it's because of the slugs?" "Maybe," answered Stella, "With what the slugs put in us, who knows how our hormones are behaving? God, what's going to happen when the eggs hatch?" "I don't know. I hope it won't be like Alien. I think it'll be just like any other birth." The two girls stood silent for a moment, listening to the falls, the birds, the wind through the trees. Stella and Moira didn't notice that they'd moved closer. "Hey," said Moira, "Remember that time in Miami with the two freshmen?" She giggled. "Oh boy, do I remember," giggled Stella. "We were sooo drunk. The boys creamed their pants when we...uh...oh." "Yeah," said Moira. The girls' bellies touched, "Oh!" they said at the same time....but they didn't pull back. Moira began to rub her belly across Stella's. "I didn't know bellies were so sensitive," she said softly. "Uhm...that feels nice, don't stop," replied Stella, breathily voiced. Moira began to slide her hands up and down the Statue's back, lingering near her buttocks, "You know you're the only girl I ever kissed? And it was only that night?" "We're not drunk now, and there's no one around," Stella said. Her hands played across the redhead's voluptuous body. "Do you think that matters?" Moira whispered. "No," Stella breathed. The two women leaned forward; their tender breasts touched, an electric shock flashed through their bodies. The two women kissed, as the barrier to years of deep rooted sexual desire crumbled away. Two pairs of hands slid across round, wet bodies; lingering and massaging perfect buttocks, fingers slipping into moist interiors. Hands rubbed and stroked moist, round bellies; pumped and milked tender white breasts; white cream splashed out of pink nipples, splashed on warm, wet skin; pink tongues twined and wrestled through white teeth and moist red lips; mouths moved to nipples and drank sweet, creamy milk. "Mmmm....I love you Stella. I always loved you...." Moira breathed. "Oooo...mmm...don't stop, Moira...." Stella murmured. She breathed into Moira's ear, "Fuck me." The two women leaned back and pumped and massaged each other's breasts; milk ran down their wet bodies into the water. They joined together and ground their pelvises into each other; muff to muff, clit to clit, their warm, moist vulvas shared a hot kiss, and mingled love juice until the girls came. The two women were too entranced in lovemaking to notice the stirrings in their wombs. The water around them warmed suddenly. Moira was the first to notice. "Stella," she breathed, "I think my water broke." "I think mine has too," Stella replied. The women continued to stroke each other. "I don't want to stop," Moira said. "I don't either," said Stella. "So what now?" Moira asked. "I don't know. Let's just hold on and see what happens." The women mashed their throbbing bellies together; entwining their legs, touching their clits in a moist joining. Their bellies pulsed, one against the other in laborious synchronicity. "Ah...um....oh....mmm, Stella," Moira moaned; something slithered down her wet canal. A red tentacle locked onto the redhead's swollen clit, then onto the blonde's; both women rocked and shuddered in white hot climax. "Moira!" Stella gasped. The two beauties looked at each other with incandescent eyes; more tentacles travelled from Moira's wetness into Stella's flower. The women began to gasp and moan in unison, as labor and orgasm combined into a carnal ballet; tentacles moved up Stella's passage to embrace her sluggish progeny. The creatures moved to the entrances; slithering simultaneously through the girls' pink sex, to emerge in a burst of warm fluid, entwined in a swirl of red, yellow, and green. The women, locked together by their birthing progeny, parted briefly to give the slugs some room. Their moans blended together into an erotic aria. The women's ripe young bodies gave birth to a train of wet, slimy children. The slugs joined with their siblings into a multicolored ball. Stella and Moira's bellies shrank as the slug-ball grew between them. The beauties' orgiastic moans diminished to faint gasps as the last slugs exited their bodies. They looked at each other, then at the slime ball. The women said not a word as they pushed the ball to the pool's edge. The ball slowly disassembled into individual creatures. The baby slugs, in the slow, patient nature of their parents, slithered in all directions. Moira and Stella sat at the pool's edge. "Well that was weird," Stella said. "Uh hmm," replied Moira. She put her hand on Stella's belly, "Our tummies are flat again." "Yeah, and look, no stretch marks," Stella replied, "I guess we're not going to be famous." "We have to get rescued first," said Moira. "I don't think that's going to happen soon," said Stella. "I don't think so either." Moira moved her hand to Stella's pussy and began to stroke it. "Mmmm," Stella purred. She looked at Moira's breasts, "Any more milk in there?" "You're welcome to find out," Moira smiled. "I love you Moira." "I love you Stella." The two women moved together and began to make love. As they kissed and ground their pussies together, a chorus of burbles and gurgles suddenly burst onto the pool. The startled women looked up; slugs surrounded the pool; slugs of all different shapes, sizes, and colors; slugs slithered out of the jungle and from the holes beneath the falls. "Uh oh!" the women said in unison. Now, we shall leave these two beauties in their tropical paradise; locked in a loving embrace; loving each other....and being loved by many others....but that is another story. The End...For Now