Tags: monsterxhuman, consensual Mask’s monster concept doodles: http://anonmgur.com/up/aefc45c47efbc82b1ea8c8484c50c335.jpg http://anonmgur.com/up/8225e7740d45581e3617766c4b3c2230.jpg http://anonmgur.com/up/a0dd267da9d5bbb474418b3d67a669c6.jpg http://anonmgur.com/up/cc86c59806dc36282df5e220e90bdb20.jpg http://anonmgur.com/up/e2dc4257609a3e7da863cdd243ed1f18.jpg The white walls of Oland Corporation's laboratories were spotless. Everything was clean and pristine--always. For good reason. The scientists had been working on an experimental bio-weapon. An artificially created creature. Its DNA was crafted using cutting edge research, but the project had been shut down and the labs were newly abandoned. At five PM, every scientist and technician and handler had gone home with fat paychecks to never speak of what they were doing in those white rooms. Everyone, but one. Dr. Kevin Kovacs pressed a hand against the thick glass of the container. His eyes teared up thinking of what would happen to his creation, his brainchild, the perfect life form. The experiment had sensed that something was wrong for the last week or so, and had been lethargic in the back of her relatively barren tank, body coiled around itself as she had watched the men and women outside the glass with her multitude of eyes. They had celebrated. At first she had been happy, thinking that she'd done something really grand to make them all so excited, but then she realized that they weren't happy about her. They didn't care about her at all. ‘They're not coming back this time,’ she realized as they left, and crept on her multitude of short, fleshy legs out from the shadows into the dim light, which gleamed off of her smooth back. She saw only one man left, and knew him. Dr. Kovacs. She slitherwalked to the window, raising much of the front part of her body off the ground so that she could look at him nearly on his eye level. The thin membranes that served as her eyelids flicked over the glowing orbs through which she took in the world. She looked at his hand and bumped her muzzle against it once, then learned her lesson and instead unfurled and extended one of the two tentacles that usually lay flat against her back, and reached around her front with it to touch the glass where his hand was. The doctor was taken aback by the experiment's reaction. It hadn't shown this level of empathy or even mimicry before, it was like it knew he was saying goodbye. "Are you?" he paused, his words felt silly speaking to the creature, but he tried anyway, "Are you aware of what's happening tomorrow?" Tears still rolled from his eyes, more so now. Her tail tip twitched back and forth as she thought about it, and then she bobbed her head up and down, then side to side. She understood they were leaving her. She didn't understand why. Kovacs was shocked at its body language he felt it was merely mimicking human movements as best it could. His logical side thought that at least. Its timing was too perfect, her reactions too exact to be only mimicry. He stammered to give it an answer, whether it really understood him or not he felt it deserved one, "Th- th- The Project has been... cancelled." his nose lifted a heaving sniff, "The company is coming to te- te-terminate you." She understood, to an extent, and scurried away from him, back to her corner. She coiled around herself several times, knotting her long body anxiously as she peered out at the scientist still. She didn't know who The Company was, but she understood that she was The Project, and that they didn't want her anymore. "Why?" she chirped. Her word sounded muffled through the glass. "Why? Did I do bad?" Kovacs was taken completely aback, he hadn't heard the experiment make a noise similar to human speech before, so why now? Though his mind worked as that of a scientist, so he spoke again hoping to illicit another response, "Of course not," there was hesitation in his voice, he was unsure of his own words, "You're just not what they were looking for." "I-I can change," she said, picking her head up again. Her first verbal interaction would apparently be with the motivation to bargain. The experiment had simply never felt the need to speak before--she was meant to stay alive, to obey orders, to be studied. She’d never been asked a real question, but over the years she’d acquired English well enough. She was quiet for a long time, knowing that it wouldn't matter now if she offered to change, that it had been an empty and useless thing to say. If she had been smarter, perhaps she would have realized that she should have bargained earlier. "What happens when they terminate me? I don't want to." Kevin’s eyes glanced the the ceiling of her encasement. Numerous nozzles lined the thick concrete, they would billow out a thick stream of deadly neurotoxin at precisely noon tomorrow. "It will be like a long, long sleep." The salty taste in his mouth would not falter. She didn't need to look up to see what was above her, her range of vision was good enough. She did not understand the significance of the tubes, and only understood that they were dangerous to her, or would be soon. "I don't want to sleep," she said. Not really having a good idea of what she wanted instead, she just said, "I want to do things." She was quiet for a moment longer, then unfurled her long body again. "Please let me out." "I can't," the doctor said. There were barriers that, if she passed, would send out alarms which would call in guards with guns, "But, if you like, I'll come in." He stepped up to the door and press the key card into the slot. It registered him and a computer mentioned him by name. "Welcome, Dr. Kovacs. Please retrieve your Company Issued Key Card after an associate clears you for exit.” As the door slid open he stepped into the cleaning chamber, he heaved a heavy sigh as it closed behind him. A large stream of air pushed up from his feet, it smelled of pine. The computer spoke again, "Outside pathogens removed. Please proceed to the Project Chamber." He forced a warm smile as he stepped towards the experiment. "My name is Kevin, what's yours?" he extended his hand. She looked at him, angling her head towards him now. She had become nervous, frightened even. Anxiety was an unfamiliar emotion for a being used to being catered to. "Let me leave. Please, I don't want to be here anymore. I am scared." The beast approached him quickly and mimicked something she had seen the scientists do. She extended her tentacles and wrapped them around his back, resting her large, heavy head on his shoulder. The tip of her tail twitched back and forth again. She squeezed him tightly, but not too tightly. She had seen a man fall in the laboratory once, and he had hurt himself badly, so she knew that humans could be fragile. He shook his head. "I physically could not let you leave as much as I wanted to," he patted what he would consider her back to console her. "The best I could do is be here with you." Disappointment welled inside of her, and she grew heavy against him as the fatigue of misery set in. If she could have cried, she would have. After a moment, she let go of him. His hands on her back were the first time she had directly felt human skin. All others had worn gloves and had masks on when they came to her. She felt close to Kevin, and nuzzled him with the tip of her snout. After a few moments of this, she impulsively opened her hood, a thin membrane along the sides of her neck that spread like a cobra's. It was soft skin, almost see-through, like bat wings. The scientists had known of it, but she had been very coy before, and had not opened it to show them the colorful skin patterns that adorned it unlike the rest of her blue-grey hide. She thought this man might enjoy seeing it, and perhaps touching it. He flinched at first, thinking the release of it's hood meant it found him hostile, but that did not seem to be the case. If he hadn't known better he would have seen the act as a sort of mating ritual. "When did these colors come in?" he couldn't help but roll a hand on the inside of the hood, the sides of his fingers touching it's neck. "Months ago," she said softly, and a shudder passed through her at the contact. "They were always there with it. I thought you should see before I have to sleep, because I didn't show you before, I was too shy." She hung her head, thin eyelid membranes closing over her eyes as she enjoyed his touch on her hood. The colors on the skin began to change and dance. Color spots of indigo and cerulean contracted and dilated. "They're lovely," he couldn't help but say aloud. Kevin's scientific mind pressed on, ever inquisitive of the newest revelations of his experiment. However, his logical mind screamed aloud, thinking he had gone insane and the monster talking and his willingness to join it merely being ploys to allow himself to die in this chamber with the creature. His work was over. His work was his life. His life was over with his experiment. "I'll stay with you, until then." his saddened tone seemed to echo within the glass walls, "So, if there's anymore you'd care to show me until then, please do." She let go of him, and slithercrawled back a few feet, then leaned forward and coiled around him. He was warm, and she was drawn to that. "I have a few things I could show," she said coyly, thinking of all the things that she'd been keeping to herself, things the her instincts told her she could do that she had yet to test. She would save those only until she truly needed them. Meanwhile, she had many hours before she would panic. "Why do you wear the things over your skin when they aren't for protection?" she asked, plucking at his sleeve with her right tentacle as she squeezed his body more tightly and pulled him to the ground in a sitting position. Her long body with its uncountable tiny legs wove through and about his feet, and sometimes her short legs twitched and rubbed against him gently, caressing his ankles, thighs, chest, back. The rest of him, she probed curiously with the tentacles. He continued to speak to what he was half expecting to be a figment of his over active psyche. "Well, we humans are relatively shy about our epidermis," he chuckled, partly from what he had said, but more so because of her many legs tickling him. "It's actually considered offence not to wear this carapace." He used words he hoped she would understand. His mind had started calling the experiment a she, based on her voice, her grace, her poise now that they had spoken and met. And he couldn’t see himself cuddling like this with a man. He must truly be going insane. She held him more tightly, and began to explore his clothing with her tentacles. The smaller sub-tentacles that she used for gripping extended near the tips, and with them she was able to navigate his buttons and begin to remove his shirt. She began to nuzzle at him, rubbing the sides of her jaw against his face and neck. As she wriggled about his body he began to think his theory on a mating ritual to not be too far off. "Is there something more you wish to know?" he was content letting the creature explore his body, but he felt he could save her some time, "Unless you'd rather find out for yourself." She responded by pulling his shirt off, and moving to his pants. Her mouth opened slightly and she tasted the air with her long tongue, the sensitive blue nodes at the tip telling her things about the man that she did not think he meant to communicate. Her fangs stayed folded back, and she kept her jaw hinged. Her tentacles, sub-tentacles, and crawly legs played over him, and soon her tentacles moved down to his pants, navigating them just fine. He jumped a bit as her tentacles felt around the front of his pants, but remained calm and let her get her curiosities out of the way. "Just be careful," he warned her, "I have quite a sensitive organ down there." She disregarded his advice and pushed him down onto his back, pulling his pants and underwear down simultaneously. Her legs twisted and pushed his thighs apart as she regarded his penis curiously. Her tongue lolled out and brushed against it once, curiously, tasting it and gathering information. He called it his sensitive organ--her tongue was her most sensitive organ, and she compared their shapes and textures with a lick. He released a hushed gasp as she tasted him. Her tongue filled him with an unexpected sensation, sending a shiver up his spine as his penis quickly hardened. It started to stand erect as he looked down to her golden eyes. He was at a loss for words. Her tail moved playfully, her whole body wiggled. "You liked that a lot," she finally said. "I can tell." At once she began to salivate. She wasn't sure why--it usually only happened when she ate--but thick drops of clear saliva began to fall from her mouth and drip down her tongue onto his new erection. She licked him again, this time her tongue glided over him. "I'm not entirely sure this is appropriate," his voice cracked as he tried to hide the pleasure he got from it. He was fully erect after the second pass of her tongue, precum even began to fall from his tip. She laughed lightly when she heard his voice crack, and shifted to pin him down better, holding his torso in place with her body and one tentacle, the many tips of which wriggled with her pleasure as her sensitive tongue coiled around his cock, more and more saliva fell from her mouth onto his crotch, thighs, and stomach, making all of her legs slip around on his skin as she held him tightly, playfully constricting him. He let out a low groan as his head tilted back, "J- just what are you doing?" he asked, curious what the creature aimed to accomplish. His breath grew heavy and he wondered what side effects the saliva may have on human flesh. "Experimenting," she said to the scientist. It was her first joke and her limbs wiggled with her amusement. She felt his heart rate quicken the most when she did certain things, and began to do them more: her tongue moved more quickly up and down his shaft, holding him and moving at a relatively consistent pace. Dr. Kovacs smiled at her choice of words. "I suppose it's only fair," he relaxed and let her explore as she wished, whatever happened was to better her own scientific theories. And what was happening was him about to orgasm, he could feel it building up inside him. He wondered how the sensitive tongue would react to his discharge. She persisted with her investigation, sensing that something exciting was coming. In her eagerness, she sped up, drooling more and more on him, their bodies rubbing together and squirming in unison. His eyes shut tightly, his hips jerked upwards, pushing his member up into her warm tongue as he came. He glazed her tongue in a slime of his own. He eagerly looked himself to see how her saliva and his cum would act when exposed to each other. She tasted him and blinked wildly, her tongue absorbing the cum through small pores. She withdrew it back into her mouth and contemplated, still wrapped around him affectionately. He panted heavily as she seemed lost in thought, he was curious if she had been using the scientific method in her experimentation, "Well, what's verdict?" "Tasty," she decided, spreading her hood again for him, pleased. She unfurled her body from around him, and then rolled onto her back to show him her underside. She seemed unable to keep her legs from squirming, but she parted them about three quarters of the way down her body, and showed him a small slit there between her masses of twisting limbs. "It was supposed to go in there," she said. "I can tell by the taste." For the strangest reason he found her voice soothing, lovely, and perhaps he may use the word sexy. His member seemed to agree with him as it stood back up at her voice. "Shall we continue the experiment then?" he straddled the gorgeous experiment and set his member at her slit, smiling at her lovely indigo eyes. His body quaked with joy as he imagined what pleasures may lay in store for him now. She was extremely eager, a virgin about to be made into a proper young lady. Her limbs parted so he could rest on them comfortably, but still they writhed against his thighs and rear and his scrotum. The monster shuddered, and sat her upper body up, leaning forward and wrapping her tentacles around his torso. She couldn't help but keep drooling, and this time she spilled more of her slobber onto him and herself, making her slit and legs shine with the slime. His canine teeth nearly pierced the right side of his lip as he bit down while pushing his organ deep into his experiment. The alien feeling immediately relaxed him, he fell into the creature and pushed his hips to enjoy the feeling of pushing inside her again. She wasn't smooth on the inside. Rather, he'd feel a collection of knobs and bumps that seems to twitch at regular intervals, perhaps it was with her heartbeats. The monster let out a low, crooning sound in his ear, then extended her tongue and licked up his chest and around his neck happily as he pushed in and out of her. "Here," he groaned, lightly grasping her tongue with his hand he brought it to his mouth. He licked and sucked at the small nodes of the tip. Her saliva was sweet almost like orange juice, "How's that feel?" he asked between licks. His hips gained a bit more rhythm, pushing in with greater force. She crooned again, more loudly and with more energy than before as she felt his warm tongue stimulate the sensitive nodes on her own. She began to pant, her eyes glazing over. Her hood spread as wide as it would go, the blue and indigo chromatophores under her skin swirling there. It was a wonderful feeling, she wished the scientist had done this before! With a smile he sucked her whole tongue tip into his mouth, letting it mingle with his own. He uttered a few groans of his own pleasure, vibrating her tongue lightly. Once again she made a loud sound of pleasure, this one rumbled deeper from within her, a much more animal sound of bliss than before. She seemed to grow tighter around him, ready to cum at any moment. He pressed on, his lips tightening around her tongue. His member nearly froze within her, unable to pull out of her as she tightened. Her irregular anatomy made it more difficult. She came and at once he felt her clamp down on him, hard enough to hold him prisoner but not hard enough to hurt him. He feltl her squeezing him and pulling him as if her wet tunnel was trying to pull his whole body into her. The monster seemed to go limp with pleasure, making her happy rumbling sound. After a long minute of her insides squeezing and tugging on him, they seemed to lessen, then spasm around his member, alternately weakening and tightening. As she squeezed and pulled him in he pushed a jettison of cum deeply into her as he released a long, heaving groan. Her tongue fell from his wide open mouth, thick strands of their mixed saliva still connecting the two. His whole body tensed with her's then he collapsed into her many legs, kissing the insides of her hood next to her neck as he relaxed. He knew what was to come. He knew those nozzles above them would soon rain their death upon them, but in that moment he did not care.