Interviewing a Monster; I.E Cryptid #1

“So, I was an upper rib cage connected to a head at that moment. Um, well, normal humans would call me thing. Or monster. But I prefer. Cryptid in the human tongue of English. Has mysterious ring to it.

Also, I have no name you humans can pronounce so I’ll call myself… Gene. Why not. Genes a simple yet strong name among you humans.

Anyway, don’t worry about your protagonist I’m fine. Slowly growing back after a few different species in crime chopped me to bits thinking it would kill me. Almost worked. If I hadn’t scrapped together enough tissue and escaped before they BURNED the rest. But that’s in the past! I’ll simply consume them. No tonight is one of those little pen, house? Pent, house? Letters? Yeah one of those. It started after I chopped up and jumped off a roof with some tissue I managed to form cartilage supported spider legs. Landed on the ground and just jumped into the car that was next to me’s open window.

Landed in a laundry basket. The car moved and of course us being must stay out of sight. Meaning they wouldn’t follow. And I could stay safe as long as I stayed hidden. So of course I buried myself in the clothing. I had to see who the human was of course. After all, it’s been a while since I’d given any human a proper scare, or you know. Taste their bleeding flesh. Happened to be a Latina girl. Maybe twenty five, give or take a year. She had full pouty lips, high cheekbones and one cute and strong jaw line. And her rack? I mean they were nearly popping out of her tank top. Even in the back seat I could see them curve ahead. Anyway she brought me ‘I’ ‘E’ the laundry basket inside and tossed me in a corner with a bunch of other floor laundry next to her bed. I found that a bit rude actually. At least it smelled clean. After all I had been having a bit of a rough night. The day was fine. Got high with a bunch of addicts. Ate one of them. Got more high because him. Great day. But the night was not going my way. So angrily looking like some mix and match of an eighties zombie and basket case, I began to regrow my teeth. I was very angry until I saw her take off her black yoga pants. Throwing her hips side to side. The way they gripped her hips those thick thighs. Then they was she bent over giving me one big heart shape in the moon. I suddenly became focused on one goal. I slowly began to turn bits of bone into cutting ornaments. Cutting through to all but the last layer. She had to sleep sometime…

After her pants were gone and she lifted that black thong that snapped at her sides with a full round ass and those runners thick thighs. She slipped on a pair of cotton pink and white laced booty shorts. But I didn’t expect her to not fall back on her bed. She walked towards her huge pile of clean clothes after having throw her yoga pants into a surprisingly bigger stack of dirty clothes, and turned around… and that’s. When it got good.”

Gene eyes that went from a murderous, lustrous intent to pure surprise. It seemed this human had accidentally set herself up on a silver platter in the monsters mind.

He tried to snap back into focus until he watched the girls butt expanded as she began to fall back, bending at the waist.

The way her shorts stretched. Before Gene could take it all in his vision went dark and he could feel her ample ass in his face. He knew he couldn’t do anything yet. Not until she was asleep and he could strike her dazed and confused. In his state that’s all he truly could do.

The girl inhaled deeply and began to stretch out with a large satisfied smile on her lips.

She gyrated in her stretch becoming lost in her own little paradise while pressing and rubbing her butt directly against Genes face.

Gene fought every instinct he had, but couldn’t resist nodding his head up once.

Feeling his nose slide from between her lower slit to her ass a little.

His eyes popped open hoping he didn’t alarm her.

But she seemed to moan a little actually.

It didn’t seem she noticed him however she did begin to slowly gyrate more.

Gene couldn’t help himself as his head began move ever so slightly.

Angela was lost in her own comfort and fantasy.

However was feeling turned on.

It almost felt like.

Something just touched her pussy.

She originally slid her hand down to feel if there was anything there.

Until she slid her fingers past her privates.