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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
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  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Cannibalism, Pregnancy, Mpreg, Oviposition
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      Published: 2015-06-22 Updated: 2015-07-24 Chapters: 2/? Words: 1792
****** The Wendigo-Human Breeding Storybook ******
by Pearly_Pornography
Summary
     Great for the kids!
***** Prologue *****
Wendigos are not creatures to be taken lightly. You don't need some stranger to
tell you that, I'm sure. They consume other human beings, and if a human being
were to consume another human being, they would no longer be a human. They too
were said to become a wendigo. Some become possessed by their spirits, and
those left over are the victims. The goat fodder, the raw meat.
And in a world where the terrifying tall tales of wendigos become a brutal
reality, it is far worse than a mere story.
Being the superior species, equally as intelligent as humans but far stronger,
wendigos have surpassed humans as the dominant race. They can and will eat
whatever -- or whoever -- they want to.
They don't need jobs. In a strange way, wendigos are far more peaceful than
humans. They do not feel the need to get above one another. Jealousy among them
is nearly unheard of, and they quite famously hunt in packs. Thus, they don't
really need jobs. They get along just fine, and don't require some form of
currency. The closest they'd ever need would be, unshockingly, human meat
portions.
Wendigos think that humans are merely 'flesh sacks', good for two things.
Eating, and mating. Yes, though female wendigos are very strong, and tend to
live far longer than males, they lack functional genitalia. Males can both
produce and fertilize eggs, -- and yes, despite their goatlike features,
wendigos strangely seem to be close to both humans and monotremes -- but due to
the females being very busy, they have nobody to incubate them.
Males mass-produce eggs almost every other month, and are shockingly virile.
However, humans were the only beings large and cooperative enough to incubate
and "hatch" their kin. Male and female humans are all potential candidates.
After all, the only thing they need to do is keep the eggs warm, and thus the
idea of humans and wendigos being compatible in sex no longer matters.
The egg, usually a large casing holding a clutch of smaller eggs within, is
inserted in either the vagina or anus depending on the sex of the human. They
can normally carry the eggs of multiple wendigos at once, the highest number
being six. Due to the bodily similarities between wendigos and humans, wendigos
will also have sex for pleasure. In place of a vagina, female wendigos have an
incredibly wide anus, as well as a clitoris.
The wendigo clitoris plays a role similar to that of a miniature penis. It
cannot lay eggs or produce sperm, but has been found to be very pleasurable.
Due to the violent nature of wendigos, they prefer to perform intercourse with
a terrified human, which is why the females evolved lacking a vagina.
Many of the 'broodsacks' as they're called are eaten promptly after birthing,
whilst others are graciously allowed to live. The particularly unlucky ones are
kept by that wendigo until their death date, performing the same job of
incubation and satisfaction for the rest of their natural lives.
That is the reality of this world, at an unknown time in the future. The human
race is ruled by something even greater.
***** Fired *****
Chapter Summary
     A nefarious ex-CEO becomes meat.
     AKA: Wendigo sex practices.
Chapter Notes
     i feel weird writing this because i started it BEFORe "Until Dawn"
     became a thing so fucko
     but i was not expecting this to explode like it did hot damn.
The worst epoch of Martin Valdes was when he was fired.
The sound of a street light bombinated in his ever-ringing ear. He sat at the
bus stop, jobless. He was on top of the world until his scheming was
discovered, but they wouldn't arrest him. He wanted to be in jail instead of
out here, he almost demanded it. His hands hurt from desuetude, for he rarely
even lifted a finger until now. Three strong years. At the very least he had
some time. The halcyon yammering of wendigo filled his ears.
He had to get inside.
The way to avoid a prowling wendigo was not to run. If you run, why, they'd
just see you as entertaining and give chase. Instead, the way, from Martin's
experience, was for one to fill their body with languor. Look indifferent,
unfeeling, and drag yourself to the nearest building, as though you hadn't even
noticed them. Thus, he wrung out his lanky corpse like a ragdoll and hauled
himself away. However, his well-dressed design made him stick out all too much.
'Hey, look at the suit,' they muttered. Martin began to walk a little faster.
'I think he heard you, dumbass.' They weren't fooled. He broke into a sprint,
and he heard those heavy footsteps, claws slamming to the asphalt streets. His
eye caught a scintilla of light coming from a gas station.
'Bastard runs fast!' They were muttering behind him. The shopkeep of the
station immediately looked up, and the light became dim, crepuscular, then
pitch black. The obstreperous voices became louder as Martin approached the
glassy door. He grabbed the handle.
When he pulled, all he heard was a deafening 'clack' of metal on metal.
"Oh no, oh no..." The shopkeep looked him in the eye, shrugging his shoulders.
Martin's heart sank, the breath of the doryphore quickening with the taste of
pure horror. "Let me in, you son of a fucking..." The shadows drooped over him
slowly as he struck the door with his pounding fists. He had a face filled with
gumption, even when a clawed hand grabbed upon his bony shoulder, tearing the
expensive material of his suit jacket.
"He looks fucking pissed, Hedwig."
"Aww..." One on the side flicked her long-clawed finger over Martin's pointed
nose, drawing a little bit of blood with it. When he threw a punch, she simply
pulled his arm behind his back. He supposed his boxing years were very much
finished. "The puppy's angry."
"Alright, you two." The tallest one had a filthy laugh. "Get those pesky
clothes off."
Hedwig very silently pulled all of his clothing off. The jacket first, dropping
the expensive thing on the ground. A button-down and boxer shorts suited him in
the end, as she picked away at the stretchy waistband remaining on his lithe
hips.
"I will fucking call the cops, I swear--"
"Ooh, he wants to call in more broodmeat, Bertram."
"But I like this one." The tall one - Bertram, maybe, - jokingly pouted. It was
part of Wendigo culture for females to help males find mates, so Martin assumed
that's why he had two female henchwomen. They were all gonna screw him either
way, so biological sex didn't matter, but at least he was only getting one
clutch of the demon spawn. He was held out between the two ladies, stark naked
save for his button-down, which wasn't really hiding much.
"Should we loosen 'im up for ya?" The more stocky lady finally spoke, name
still a mystery. In the corner of his eye, Bertram nodded, grinning with those
trademark Wendigo jaws sharp like knives. She circled around his blind spot,
then pulling his head upside-down. "I'm Ilyse, and you are?"
"Fuck off."
"His ID says his name is Martin."
"Martin Valdes? The CEO who almost got shackled after all the shit he did?"
"Yep! Ooh, we've gots some classy meat here, huh?"
The creature, Ilyse, dragged down a very tight mini-skirt around her muscled
waist, a pair of barely-fitting underpants falling around her fuzzy ankles as
she licked her messily-painted lips. Martin had seen Wendigos in the nude
before, and much like her body, Ilyse's clitoris was much thicker than that of
the average female, even by Wendigo standards. She pressed the rounded tip to
his upper lip, it slightly dribbling some sort of sexual slime.
"You'd better put it in your mouth, skinny hands." Due to his position, the
blood was going to rush to his head in a little while and he'd black out. She
wedged the slimy nerve between his lips, forcing his jaws open and sputtering
inside his throat. Ilyse shuddered, her pudgy yet muscular arms under his
shoulders pulling him in. He was already growing lightheaded, blowing in and
out of semi-consciousness.
"He's foaming a little."
"Just a little, I say, and it feels good."
She pulled out for a second, staring down at his reddened forehead. He was
trying to lift his head and only then did Ilyse shove herself back down his
throat, his body running through with harsh twitches. It felt like being
impaled with a big, fat spear or something. She finally squirted some sort of
faux-cum inside of his throat, then dropping him and allowing his head to hit
the pavement.
His nostrils leaked with the translucent fluid, eyesight blurred and images
produced in double. He tried to make words but they all came out as whispers.
Suddenly he was returned to a harsh reality as Hedwig dug her teeth into his
ear. She tore the lobe, leaving it slightly mangled and missing a large chunk.
Her clawed fingers tip-toed down the line of his stomach, over to his crotch.
Martin wouldn't admit he was half-hard. Honestly, they'd figure it out soon
enough, anyway.
"Perv."
Hedwig's tongue was worrisome, as it was longer than his forearm. She slunk it
around his penis, rolling over the hot skin before shoving it into her mouth.
Then she released. A full erection it was.
"See? 'is brain don't consent, but 'is body do."
"Woah." Ilyse stood dumbfounded. Bertram shoved Hedwig out of the way, licking
his lips deviously like some kind of freak.
"Look, we're gonna get to watch a breeding for the first time." Bertram carried
a normal human penis, albeit fucking massive. He grabbed a fistful of Martin's
honey brown hair and slammed him down to the ground once more.
"That's how you keep the little ones docile. Take notes, girls."
Using his teeth he harshly tore out all of the hair on Martin's backside, a
burning sensation running up his spine. The tip was positioned by Martin's rim.
He needed to come up with a plan, and fast.
"Already pregnant."
"No you're not."
Fuck.
"Got a master."
"You? No way in hell."
Martin hissed. "Do you have anymore excuses before I pound you into the
oblivions, or can we get started?"
"I--"
"Don't care!" And pound he did. A bit of blood poured around the torn rim of
Martin's anus. He shouted, kicking and screaming until the ladies came over and
held him down. The ex-CEO was reduced to nothing more than a pile of meat.
People passed by, but didn't say a word as they did.
"Aaaand here's the kids!"
Something massive worked its way into his body. Though he tried to push it
back, it wormed inside. Already it produced a mild bulge in his stomach. "We'd
ought to take him home now, right?"
His body was too heavy for his legs to carry. Thus, his new "guardians" helped
him. This was his life now.
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