This never happened before

You & I (Part 3)

What happens now?

           Days after using my Deadlight I still couldn’t shake this odd feeling.  I didn’t know if I should have asked Pennywise about it.  He was so happy, stress free even, to finally have a mate.  I didn’t want to burden him with anything.  One night though I woke up to him, yellow piercing eyes staring down at me. I wiggled away a little bit.  The bed in the bedroom was more like a smaller nest that was in the lair.  He thought it was a good idea at the time when he decided to put the room together.

           “You smell,” He sniffed down my face and neck, “vastly different.”  He loomed over me, still taking in deep whiffs.  “It’s….” his tongue slipped out of his mouth.  It wasn’t his usual tongue in this form.  It was long.  Nearly a foot. “It’s delectable.”

           “Penny dear, calm down.” I tried to back away more but I had hit the wall.  That feeling inside me that had been building up for nearly a week was now screaming at me.  That’s when it clicked.  My eyes widened.  The desire to mate, to breed.  He could smell it and he was changing.

           “I’ve had an odd feeling since we’ve woken up.” One of his claws dragged across my sleep shirt, easily tearing it off.  His hand travelled to my shorts and ripping them off along with my underwear.  “You need to be bred.” He growled out, locking his eyes with mine.

           I looked down.  I was in my human form but something was different.  I could feel that I no longer had control of the human form of my lower region.  On my abdomen were small spikes facing downward, in a V-shape.  My skin around them was a greenish hue.  Pennywise’s hand went to my clit and I could tell the lips were much more swollen.  I moaned as he started to rub it gently and I could see that the lips were now a reddish-purple hue.  My head slowly started to lean back as I indulged in the pleasure.  Everything was so sensitive.  I hadn’t even noticed my hands had turned to claws until I heard the tearing of blankets when I grabbed onto them.  

           Then the ripping of silk. My head snapped back forward and Pennywise had ripped his pantaloons off.  His cock was drastically different.  Around his cock were small spikes, just like mine.  His cock was even different.  It was that same reddish-purple hue as I was and seemed to be more tentacle like as it could move on its own.  What was really different were the two tentacles that seemed to slither and weave through the spikes.  They were a deep dark purple color.  Slowly they removed themselves, seeming to come from elsewhere inside him.  They were a couple feet in length and they flicked threw the air.  As soon as they had unraveled they wrapped around my legs tightly.  

           “Penny-” My words got cut off from a growl from him.  

           He wasn’t there anymore.  This had never happened to him before and he got lost inside himself.  I could feel the same thing happening to me.  The animalistic side in me was only screaming louder and louder as his cock got closer to my entrance.  I felt the remnants of the human parts of me fighting, scared of what was going to happen but they couldn’t hold out any longer as his cock slid inside me.  A high-pitched chirp, almost like a purr, came from my throat as he grabbed onto me and I held onto him.  His eyes looked hungry and glowing.  I could see the reflection of mine on his pale skin, a vibrant purple hue.  The tentacles wrapped higher up on my thighs.  In a way our actions synced.  His mouth latched onto my shoulder and mine bit into his.  I hadn’t even noticed my fangs coming through.  He let out a loud groan which was quickly buried in his growls.  His thrusting was so rapid.  If I was still human my hips would have shattered from the force he was thrusting at. My chirping turned into growls. His hands gripped onto my wrists, pulling my arms upward to pin them down.  His claws were digging deep into my wrists so much that I swear he was about to puncture through.  I felt his bite letting go and he glared deep into my eyes.

          What scared me the most was watching his mouth open and begin to unfurl.  I didn’t know what he was doing or what his Deadlights now would do to me.  But then my own mouth began to do the same without me willing it to.  After both our mouths were open they locked together.  I couldn’t really tell what was going on, but I could feel an extreme warmth and could hear the muffling of the screaming from the people we’ve both made float.  This connection didn’t last long as shortly after we came apart and our mouths reformed back.  His thrusting hadn’t missed a beat the entire time.

           I could feel my climax coming and so could he. His cock moved more vigorously as he thrusted.  The tentacles slid higher up onto my thighs so his thrusts became shorter but still as powerful.  He let go of my wrists and held onto me tightly.  His growls were becoming roars.  I couldn’t hold back the loud chirps that had mixed into my pleasured screams.  With my climax my claws dug into him and I let out my own inhuman roar as my body convulsed under his.  His tentacles gripped onto my upper thigh to where he could no longer thrust as he let out a terrifying roar, his cock pumping his cum deep inside me.  

           I nuzzled my face to his chest, waiting for him to come back.  With each heavy pant there was a growl.  I could tell he was coming around though.  He was beginning to mumble but it was still hard to make out.  My hands had changed back and I was running them along his back to soothe him.  The last thing to change on him was the tentacles that had wrapped around my thighs. I felt them unwind and he slowly pulled out from me.  My body was back to normal and finally so was he.

           “Are…are you alright?”  He looked down at me, looking over me.

           “I’m fine.  I promise.”  I placed a hand gently on his cheek.  “Besides you always loved to leave marks.”  I giggled and smiled.

           “That’s not what I mean.”  He stared right into my eyes. “I don’t know what will happen. You’re the first alien mate I’ve had. I’m not sure what will happen if you bare a child.”

           “We’ll figure it out when and if we get there.” I pulled his face down, kissing him softly.

          “You do realize it won’t be a normal child? It’ll be what we are.  What I am.”  I couldn’t help but to get upset, almost angry at this.  He sat up a little after seeing my facial expression change from content to mad.

          “Yes Pennywise, I do.  I know what I signed up for.  I made the choice to change.  I made it because I love you and just the thought of not having you in my life was more painful than anything I have ever had to deal with.”  I took in a deep breath to calm myself. “If we do have a child then we’ll just expand the hunting grounds.  There’s towns next to Derry.”  My expression changed back to soft and gentle.  My thumb rubbed the side of his temple.  “I’m well aware we are monsters.  I know I’m still adjusting to this new life.  I have you though and that’s good enough for me.”  I pulled him tight to me, running my hand to his hair. He wrapped his arms around me.

          “You’re right.”  He let out a sigh and he held onto me.  After moving us to a new spot on the nest we settled back down.  “I hope I didn’t hurt you though.  I don’t remember what happened.”

          “You were actually more tame than usual.” I chuckled and gave him a tired smile. “Let’s get back to sleep.”

           “I’ll have to make up for it next time.”  He chuckled, flashing a toothy smirk.  “Good night little monster.”  He gave me a peck on my forehead and soon we were back to sleep.

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Castiel sits in the booth, staring at his laptop. He halfheartedly pokes at a few keys, then slams the delete key until the page is blank again. He sips at his coffee, wincing at the bitter taste. He longs for a good chai, or even his favorite English breakfast tea, but what was it that Giles said on Buffy the Vampire Slayer? “Tea is soothing, I wish to be tense*.” That’s me alright, Cas thinks.

Stupid to try to write at JP’s. It’s full of students, chattering and laughing, seemingly without a care in the world. Apparently they don’t have a creative writing final due in three days and nothing but a blank screen to show for it. He’d thought getting out of his dorm room would help, away from…certain distractions.

No! he thinks loudly at himself. Don’t think about–

“Hey, Cas! Didn’t think I’d see you here! Don’t you have a story to write or something?”

Startled, Cas looks up into the moss-green eyes of his roommate, Dean.

“I, uh…yes, Dean, I do. I thought a change of scenery might help. But it’s not working. I’ve got nothing.”

Dean slides onto the bench across from Cas, an easy smile on his face. “You should do like me, major in biology. Sure there are papers to write, but it’s not creative. They tell me to write a paper about photosynthesis, I write about photosynthesis. I don’t have to think, I just do it. Easy as pie.” He sits up straighter. “Hey, speaking of…”

Cas grins. “Yeah, they’ve got pie today. Apple crumble’s on the far end.”

“Score!” says Dean, practically leaping out of the booth. “Want some? And do you need more tea? English breakfast, right?”

Cas’s stomach flutters. “No pie, thanks. And I’m actually drinking coffee today. It’s horrible.”

Dean blanches. “You can’t drink coffee! No wonder you aren’t getting anything written! Let me get you some proper tea. And…” He scans the pastry shelves, then shakes his head. “No, that won’t work. I’ll be right back.”

And before Cas can open his mouth to protest, Dean is out the door and running.

Bewildered, Cas looks back at his laptop. What just happened? he wonders. He idly types a few words and deletes them.

Fifteen minutes later Dean is back, a huge grin on his face.

“You don’t need sugar, you need brain food. I went across the street to the Italian place. Tuxedo chicken with fresh tomatoes, and garlic breadsticks. That should get you writing.” Dean sets the take-out bag on the table with a flourish.

His grin falters when he sees Cas staring up at him, unblinking. “Is something wrong?” he asks. “That’s your favorite, right?”

Slowly Cas asks, “How did you know all that?”

Dean’s ears turn pink. “I just…pay attention, I guess,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Just like I know that apple crumble pie is your favorite,” Cas says, pulling himself to his feet.

“I guess…” says Dean

“And I know you fall asleep listening to Led Zeppelin and you want to find a ‘67 Impala to restore someday, because your dad had one when he was your age.” Cas says, moving closer to Dean.

“I know you want a house in the country where you can write and have a garden and keep bees,” Dean says. His voice is barely more than a whisper.

“I know that I want to kiss you right now,” says Cas, his eyes smiling.

“That’s something we both want,” Dean says, and he closes the space between them.

Several students nearby burst into applause and catcalls, but all Cas can think of is the softness of Dean’s lips against his own.

When they stop for breath, Dean smiles and says, “I’ll get that tea now.” He winks as he adds, “Should I get it go go?”

Closing his laptop with a decisive snap, Cas grins back and says, “Yes. I think maybe my writer’s block is gone.”

*BtVS 03x22, Graduation Day: Part 2

Inktober with the Bunker || Day 1: Coffee Shop

Azaj,17, Oakland, Calif. Transgender girl. Part 1

1-As long as I can remember I always knew I was a girl. I was just very feminine, not because I tried to be, but because it was just natural. I remember when I was in elementary school everything was separated by girl and boy, it was confusing for me because I was a boy physically, but was a girl with my heart, mind and soul. It was not until I was in the 6th grade that I came across the term transgender and when I did so many questions I had started to be answered. I finally felt like I knew who I am. I knew I could trust it because it made me feel complete, that confused feeling was no longer there, but it was still a secret.

2.  It was not until I was in the 10th grade that I came out as transgender. I was really difficult because I was so used to hiding myself, but when my friends gave me the courage I needed I was unstoppable. I was finally being myself. I was wearing make-up and the clothes I wanted to wear. I truly believe I was a happier person once I came out. I started to regain that light I lost as kid. I wanted to spread my pretty colors everywhere! I had to show everyone that I had found my place in this world and that is anywhere I choose to be.

4. It is really different living as myself. I never thought that this would be happening. Before I felt like I was always trying to squeeze into jeans that were 6 sizes too small, but now it feels like am in jeans that were made just for me. I don’t feel uncomfortable. I am not always sad or overly upset. I am free. I now feel like I have a purpose. I no longer wake up hating myself or this world that does not understand me. I wake up with a smile, not because my life is so great, but because I love who I am. We will not hide anymore!

5. Have people you know been supportive?

Yes, I have a really great support system. My friends and family loves me for me and I am so grateful, but I mean not everyone I have told supports me.  It is something that comes with being transgender. People come and go in life and it hurts, however life goes on. I was told by my aunt that I am not in charge of anyone’s happiness, but my own. I strongly agree! If you support me I have room your opinions and ideas, but if you don’t you should have nothing to say about what I am or what I do in my life.  

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*Me and my future kids talking*

Kids: Mommy, who was president from 2016-2020?

Me: I don’t remember kids, but let me give you a rundown on what happened at the 2017 Oscars-it was WILD