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Warnings: Body invasion, body horror, horror, sex with a monster.

“Skin Deep”
by = Pyrayton Svaenohr

Author's note: I began this story intending it to be much shorter, to end after the reveal, but I, er... got carried away. I hope you enjoy.


She was beautiful. Her skin was silky smooth, her hair a shiny and perfect black, in flowing locks. Her dazzling hazel eyes pierced your soul, and her lips were pouty without overdoing it. Having gotten to know her online before knowing what she looked like, I was glad; for truly, her beauty would have rendered me mute. It rendered me mute now, but since we'd agreed to meet here, she laughed - a sound like tinkling wind chimes - and spoke to me, shaking me out of my muteness.

On our third date, she was distracted all night, and seemed worried. "What's wrong?" I asked her.

She bit her lip, looking around. "I can't say. You won't understand."

"I'm very open minded," I told her. "Not a lot can shock me."

She nodded. "Yes, I know, from the months we've been IM'ing. But still I worry this is too much."

"Try me."

"I'm scared."

"Yes, but if it's important, I'll find out eventually. Better to get it over with now, and know for sure, than worry for however long."

She laughed again. "True. Okay, here goes: I'm not human."

"Yes, you told me you're Otherkin. So am I."

"No, it's not that. I'm really not human. I know it sounds crazy, but I can prove it. I'm just worried you'll panic if I show you."

I was intrigued now. I had looked into her eyes, and she was telling the truth. "Maybe if you gave me some idea what to expect, that would help."

"Well, to be honest... it's not a simple thing. You see, I'm a monster, and I hunt humans. I was hunting you when we first met online, and I would have suggested we meet sooner than we are now, if you hadn't mentioned being Otherkin, and explained it. Hearing that, I began to have hope that I didn't have to be alone. I decided to spare you, no matter how this turns out. But I worry, of course. I fear rejection. I've never had a lover before. My kind... we are hermaphrodites, and we fertilize our own eggs."

"What is it you want to show me? Do you have a vagina dentata? Or a mouth in your stomach?"

"I... I don't really look like this at all. I'm a shape-shifter, and I also have a glamour on."

"I believe you. Should we go somewhere private? Too many mundanes here."

She blinked in surprise. "You'd do that? You'd meet me in private when I told you I eat humans? Aren't you afraid I'll eat you?"

I smiled. "If you were going to do that, you wouldn't have told me all this. And besides, I'll take that risk."

She shrugged, and stood up, her long sexy legs in her short skirt moving gracefully. I wondered what was going on, and I started to imagine what she could really look like. I wondered how I'd react. My heart beat began to quicken. She looked at me, something in her gaze telling me she'd sensed my raising pulse from across the table.

We called a cab, and took it to a sleazy little hotel that I'm sure was where she took her prey, because the guy at the front desk didn't comment on the fact that my date was clearly out of my league, not even with his eyes; like he'd seen this kind of thing countless times.

I opened the door for her and went in before her, my heart still racing. She closed the door behind us and sat down on the bed. I was suddenly glad we weren't going to have sex in here, because I didn't need blacklights to see the gross stains on the covers and the walls. The place was filthy, and probably hadn't been cleaned in several days.

I turned the lights on, and she looked more nervous than ever. I saw her more clearly than I had before, in her little black dress, looking almost like a supermodel, except that she was clearly not missing any meals. She looked good; she looked healthy and normal, aside from being a 15 on a scale of beauty from 1 to 10.

“I uh,” she said, standing up. “I'll need to get nude to do this, because the dress is real, and I don't want to ruin it.”

I nodded. “Okay. Should I look away?”

She shook her head. “No, I want you to look. I want you to see how normal I look before I change.”

With the fluid, rapid movement of someone who was used to doing it, she unzipped herself and slid the dress off, standing there in her bra and panties. She kicked her shoes off, then slipped out of her underwear as well. I gaped; I couldn't help it. She was even lovelier nude than I had imagined. I began to see what she meant about a glamour; the perfection of her curves and her skin was unnatural. When people moved, things changed shape and even the prettiest features could look ugly in the wrong position or the wrong light. And the light in the hotel, while strong, was not good light. Yet she still looked amazing.

And her skin, it was unnaturally perfect as well. No moles, no blemishes, not even any hair anywhere but the top of her head, her eyelashes, and her eyebrows. It was, frankly, unnerving.

“Okay,” she said at last, “I'm ready. Are you?”


“Good. Try not to panic.”

Without even moving, suddenly everything about her changed. She was still beautiful, but she no longer looked alive; she looked artificial, like a Real Doll, but moving. And there was something moving under her skin, slithering in a way that was fascinating and lovely to me, but would probably have been grotesque to most people. I leaned closer to get a better look at these sub-surface undulations, for they were hypnotic in a beautiful way.

A ripping noise startled me out of my reverie, and there was blood as the skin over her belly ripped open. I expected guts to fall out, but instead a pale, blind, eyeless head on a very long neck poked out. It was covered in blood and gore, with a mouth like a lamprey’s mouth, but different. Its teeth were much longer, and there were twice as many of them. A tongue slid out of the hole in the middle, and it was barbed.

The hole in her skin widened, and four arms – long and skinny but looking very strong – came out of the hole, followed by two long, snakelike tails with pale white skin, a bit like some monstrous version of the Starbuck's mermaid. Her fingers had dangerous looking black claws at their terminus.

Using her legs like multi-jointed tails, she stood up. I don't know how she'd done it, but she was taller in this form than she had been in her human form. I stared in awe as hundreds of slit-pupil eyes opened all along her torso, looking at me.

Maybe she was showing off, I don't know, but her eyeless head flipped upside down, and a second mouth – wide and toothy like certain deep-sea fishes – opened up, revealing dripping fangs. I thought that the fangs were dripping saliva at first, but as the drops hit the floor, I saw it was acid instead.

“You are gorgeous,” I said, genuinely. For I had truly never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. I wondered, though, if she would be able to speak in this form. This was answered when a small humanoid head – like an infant's head but red as blood – formed in her chest, looked at me, and spoke.

“Thank you,” she said. “I can tell you mean it. You are a strange human, and for that I am glad.”

“May I touch you?”

“Oh... okay, sure.”

I walked up to her, avoiding the dripping acid until she closed that mouth and flipped her first head rightside up. I barely noticed the lamprey-like mouth as I touched the slick skin of one of her four arms. I had expected it to be slimy, but it was dry and scaly, covered as it was in millions of tiny half-sphere shaped scales.

Letting my hands explore other parts of her, I found that some parts – like her 'legs' were more scaly, while others were less so. In fact, the skin under her first head was soft and felt amazing. It felt so good, I pictured her rubbing it over my nude body, and felt myself become aroused.

I happened to glance between her tail-legs, and saw what looked like an enormous prehensile penis, black and slick and throbbing. I had noticed it because it had suddenly appeared and gotten harder in response to my touching the soft parts of her skin.

“Oh my,” I said, all aflutter. “So does this mean you're as excited as I am?”

She chuckled. “Yes. And honestly, that isn't the question I expected.”

“Oh come now, dear; I'm not put off by you being so utterly inhuman, why would I be put off by you having a dick?”

“Well, it's not a penis, actually. It's an ovipositor.”

“Oh wow,” I said, taking a better look. “May I touch it?”

“Please do.”

With her permission, I held it with my hand. It was just thick enough that I couldn't get my whole hand around it; if my fingers were an inch longer, I would have managed it. “Does it, er... respond like a penis, though?”

“Mostly. But it cums eggs instead of semen. So, uh... if you want to do anything... but if you don't want to, I understand.”

“Oh, so you don't mind if I play with it? Well that's good, because I want to. But first, can we lay down?”

She nodded, and lowered herself onto the bed. I took off my own clothes, and got on top of her, onto her 'legs.' She was so much bigger than me, that I wasn't in any danger of touching the bed. My position on her body secure, I took her ovipositor in my hands and gave her a handjob.

“Mmm, that feels nice. I've never had it played with like that. Normally I just shove it into some poor unsuspecting human, lay my eggs, and then wrap xir up in a silk cocoon until the eggs hatch.”

“So uh, does that mean I shouldn't get any in me?”

“No, they're not fertilized. As long as I don't use my penis on you, too, you'll be fine.”

“Wow, an ovipositor and a penis. Nifty. Where's your penis?”

She spread her legs apart more, and her penis slid out of its sheath in her body. It was long, prehensile, black, and slick as well, but it was a lot thinner, and had backwards-pointing barbs in it, presumably to prevent it being pulled out until she wanted it to be.

“Ah. Okay, I'm going to politely decline on that one, at least for now.”

She chuckled, and put it away. “Figured as much. But yeah, if you swallow my eggs they won't hurt you, not without being fertilized.”

“Are you asking me for a blowjob?”

“Yes, if you're willing.”

“Of course I am, sweetheart.”

She made a low grumbling sound that I correctly interpreted as a purr, and I got to work. Still holding her ovipositor in my hand, I began to lick it like I would a cock, teasing her. Occasionally I would kiss it before licking again. Once more, while it was wet looking, it was actually dry and smooth. After several minutes of teasing her, I could tell by her wriggling around that she was very aroused. I was pleased.

While I was doing all this teasing, I was also trying to figure out if I could fit her ovipositor in my mouth. It was just like taking a big cock, but it was bigger than any cock I'd ever taken before, and thicker. But I finally surmised I would be able to get the head in, at least. So, opening my mouth as wide as I could, I took the end of it in my mouth. It was uncomfortable, but delightfully so. And it, uh, was reminding me of certain fetishes.

I didn't know it at the time, but she could read minds. So I was a bit surprised when she said, “Here, I have something that you'll like.” I was even more surprised when her ovipositor got slightly slimmer.

“And, uh, I should ask,” she said, “if you're okay with me putting it down your throat? You can nod or shake your head.”

How did she know? I thought. Unable to speak with her ovipositor in my mouth, I nodded. Once more it got slightly slimmer, but still was uncomfortably tight in my mouth.

“I'm just going to spray your throat with an anti-gag agent,” she warned me, before a soothing mist came out of her massive erection and down my throat.

With that done, she pushed it forward, slowly and uncomfortably forcing it down my throat. I was glad for the anti-gag spray, because otherwise I would be vomiting by now. I felt my throat with my hand and could tell by touch that it was distending. Down and down it went, the pressure in my throat telling my body it was being invaded, while my mind became more and more aroused at this knowledge. My arousal fought with my visceral thrill of horror as my instincts screamed at this invasion. Her ovipositor was going farther down my throat than anything at all aside from food or drink had any business going, but I was loving it.

Eventually, she stopped, having reached my stomach. My breathing was labored, as the thickness of her ovipositor in my throat was pushing on my trachea.

“Would you like me to fill your stomach full of eggs? I can extract them later without hurting you. But it might make you feel even more aroused, with the stomach distention it would cause.”

Mutely, a giant literal female cock all the way down my throat, I nodded as best I could.

“Good, this will be fun, I promise.”

At first, I thought she was pulling out, but then she pushed in again, and shortly I realized she was fucking my esophagus. Her erection was now just as hard as a human cock, if not harder, and she was fucking my esophagus like it was a cunt. I was going to have a sore throat for days after this, I just knew it.

As she fucked my throat, I took my almost painfully hard dick in my hand and began to rub on it. After a few minutes, I felt one of her hands move mine aside and a warm wetness suck in my erection. I didn't know at the time what was going on, but I enjoyed it immensely. I later found out she had used her lamprey-like mouth on my penis, with her teeth retracted so I wouldn't be injured. And given that I could feel my balls and thighs being covered, too, and the power of her suction, I wasn't surprised when she told me.

I felt better than I'd felt in my life, and I came three different times while she sucked me off, before she finally came in me. I felt my stomach bloat painfully, but in a pleasant way, like eating too much at Thanksgiving, and then her ovipositor got limp, and she pulled out. It was so sudden that I coughed, and my throat felt very empty all of a sudden.

She left me filled with her eggs for a long time while we cuddled. I lay on her chest, the infant-like head the only eyes she had at the moment, three of her hands running along my body while the fourth she was using to run her fingers through my hair. And as we cuddled, we talked.

“So, uh,” she began, feeling uncertain. “That was good for you?”

“Best sex I've ever had, my love. What about you?”

“Me too. Though admittedly, that was my first time doing it for non-breeding purposes. Like I said, I usually rape my victims with my eggs and then fertilize them. Speaking of which, I should probably extract those eggs. Open up, please.”

I did, and her ovipositor – much, much slimmer this time – pushed its way back down my throat, sucked up the eggs, and then exited me. I snuggled up closer to her, and sighed with pleasure.

“I know this is only technically our first date,” I said, “but I really want to go steady with you.”

“Oh, really? Wow. Thank you. But, uh... I still eat your kind. Humans, I mean. I'm not going to eat you, of course, but I do eat humans. I hope that doesn't bother you. But if it does, I understand.”

“Are you able to eat anything else?”

“Yes, but humans are tastiest, and I get the most out of eating them. Eat a cow, I need to eat another one the next day. Eat a human, and I can go without eating for a couple weeks. Also, I need them to breed. I lay my eggs in them.”

“Well, don't eat anyone I care about. In fact... I could help you out. We could focus on violent criminals and rapists, do the world a favor while feeding you. What do you think?”

She blinked. “You don't mind me eating humans, as long as they're bad people?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I'm cool with it. In fact, I would love to see you eat somebody. I bet that looks pretty awesome.”

She purred again. “I have no problem believing we're soulmates, in that case.”

I sat up then, and yawned. “Well, are you hungry? We can check the online sex offender registry at the Internet Cafe first.”

“No, it's not that simple. The hunt takes days or weeks, carefully done. But I ate a couple days ago, I'll be fine for now. Come back to bed.”

“Okay, honey,” I said, curling back up on top of her.


That was seven years ago. We got married a month after that fateful night, a week after I first watched her eat. Watching my darling wife eat is an amazing sight. The victims never have time to scream. Normally, her transformation is too fast for them to scream before she breaks their necks and sucks out the blood. And I'll admit, I was curious enough that I tried a bite or two of her dinner once. I enjoyed it so much that she always leaves me some leg meat that I use to make a very nice long pork roast in the crock pot.

A month after marrying, she laid some eggs in a serial rapist and a week after that, they hatched. Of the original 2,000 babies that hatched, only three remain. They all look like little human girls, aging just as human kids do. Our kids are currently in kindergarten. Luckily for everyone, the Quernagog don't develop a taste for human flesh until puberty. They know they're not human, though; it's very hard to hide that from a child when their true form is so unusual. They also know not to tell anyone they're not human. We've also told them I'm not their biological father, though they knew that already. They're smart kids, and they figured out on their own that humans and Quernagog cannot interbreed.

They're not the easiest kids to raise, being what they are and my being a human, but at least I don't have to worry if they bring any boys home someday... well, I won't be worrying for their safety in that situation, anyway. But my wife and I have decided to teach them: no eating anybody they know; be discreet.



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