bit into the boy’s beefy thigh and wrenched its head to remove the meat. Then the teeth snapped again, splintering the boy’s femur, and his body, sans leg, tumbled headfirst to the earth.
The boy wailed in an inhuman voice, a fountain of blood jetting from his femoral artery. The creature held the severed leg by the knee and began gnawing at the twitching, hairy calf.
“Oh shit,” Jesse muttered, half in horror, half in nausea. He turned and made for the pines separating him and the playground. If the jutting branches poked his eyes out, at least he’d be spared the sight of this bloodbath. The soft needles brushed his skin as he waded forward under a pine tree, then a thin branch came zinging toward his face and thwacked him on the bridge of the nose. He doubled over, his eyes instantly full of water. He swayed on his feet, remembering he himself had drunk quite a bit of beer, and a new sound grabbed his attention. Jesse opened and shut his eyes to shake off his disorientation, and as he regained focus he caught a glimpse of something waxen moving on the other side of the tree trunk. Despite the fear roiling in his guts, Jesse staggered forward, taking care to dodge the thick branches. It was very dark under the sheltering pine needles, but when he came around the corner of the thick trunk, he saw what was happening all too well.
Oh no , he thought. His scrotum tightened in terror and revulsion.
It was Tiara Girl, her black bikini top still on but her bottoms nowhere to be seen. She was on her back, her throat opened in a bloody, meaty smile. The creature that licked at the wide slit, its tongue dragging the length of the gash in forceful scoops, was also raping the dead girl, its skinny, muscled ass flexing in rhythm to the Bad Company song. Jesse could see how long its phallus was, more like the forearm of a tall man. It was grunting, moaning, defiling the poor girl’s limp body as it slurped at her death wound. Her eyes were fixed open in a permanent stare, and Jesse noted with helpless sorrow that the sparkling tiara had somehow remained fixed in her black hair.
Before he knew what he was doing, Jesse reached up and snapped off a branch.
The creature didn’t look up.
Jesse lifted a sneaker over a low bough and crept closer.
What are you doing? a voice in his head screamed.
I have no idea , he thought, but he kept moving anyway. He stepped over a branch, and finding it was higher than he’d thought, he ended up straddling it and having to wiggle his hips a little to distribute his weight to the other side.
When he lowered to the ground and turned to the raping monster, his stomach plummeted.
The creature was grinning at him.
Jesse froze where he stood, unable to go through with it. What the hell did he think he was going to do, anyway? He stared dumbly down at the branch in his hand. It was two feet long, not very thick. More like a baton than a bludgeoning weapon.
I’m dead , he thought. Dead in just a moment .
The creature stood, its jutting phallus glistening with blood. The thought of the monster tearing up the girl’s insides was what finally did it, brought the toast and banana and coffee and beer geysering up into the back of his throat. The creature reached for the stick in Jesse’s hands, but Jesse wrenched it away, then jabbed. Somehow, the sharp, broken end of the branch pierced the creature in the abdomen. It snarled, ripped the branch out of Jesse’s hands, and before it could open his ribcage or rape his dead body, Jesse wheeled and plunged through the pine branches. He heard it roar, then came a chorus of snapping branches and throaty growls. The growls drew nearer, but Jesse refused to turn now. It would land on him and pin him and eat him but by God he wouldn’t look into its wicked green eyes as it did. Jesse spied the leaden sky stippling the wall of branches, knew he was about to emerge onto the playground, and once out there he’d be dead within seconds, the thing leaping
The boy wailed in an inhuman voice, a fountain of blood jetting from his femoral artery. The creature held the severed leg by the knee and began gnawing at the twitching, hairy calf.
“Oh shit,” Jesse muttered, half in horror, half in nausea. He turned and made for the pines separating him and the playground. If the jutting branches poked his eyes out, at least he’d be spared the sight of this bloodbath. The soft needles brushed his skin as he waded forward under a pine tree, then a thin branch came zinging toward his face and thwacked him on the bridge of the nose. He doubled over, his eyes instantly full of water. He swayed on his feet, remembering he himself had drunk quite a bit of beer, and a new sound grabbed his attention. Jesse opened and shut his eyes to shake off his disorientation, and as he regained focus he caught a glimpse of something waxen moving on the other side of the tree trunk. Despite the fear roiling in his guts, Jesse staggered forward, taking care to dodge the thick branches. It was very dark under the sheltering pine needles, but when he came around the corner of the thick trunk, he saw what was happening all too well.
Oh no , he thought. His scrotum tightened in terror and revulsion.
It was Tiara Girl, her black bikini top still on but her bottoms nowhere to be seen. She was on her back, her throat opened in a bloody, meaty smile. The creature that licked at the wide slit, its tongue dragging the length of the gash in forceful scoops, was also raping the dead girl, its skinny, muscled ass flexing in rhythm to the Bad Company song. Jesse could see how long its phallus was, more like the forearm of a tall man. It was grunting, moaning, defiling the poor girl’s limp body as it slurped at her death wound. Her eyes were fixed open in a permanent stare, and Jesse noted with helpless sorrow that the sparkling tiara had somehow remained fixed in her black hair.
Before he knew what he was doing, Jesse reached up and snapped off a branch.
The creature didn’t look up.
Jesse lifted a sneaker over a low bough and crept closer.
What are you doing? a voice in his head screamed.
I have no idea , he thought, but he kept moving anyway. He stepped over a branch, and finding it was higher than he’d thought, he ended up straddling it and having to wiggle his hips a little to distribute his weight to the other side.
When he lowered to the ground and turned to the raping monster, his stomach plummeted.
The creature was grinning at him.
Jesse froze where he stood, unable to go through with it. What the hell did he think he was going to do, anyway? He stared dumbly down at the branch in his hand. It was two feet long, not very thick. More like a baton than a bludgeoning weapon.
I’m dead , he thought. Dead in just a moment .
The creature stood, its jutting phallus glistening with blood. The thought of the monster tearing up the girl’s insides was what finally did it, brought the toast and banana and coffee and beer geysering up into the back of his throat. The creature reached for the stick in Jesse’s hands, but Jesse wrenched it away, then jabbed. Somehow, the sharp, broken end of the branch pierced the creature in the abdomen. It snarled, ripped the branch out of Jesse’s hands, and before it could open his ribcage or rape his dead body, Jesse wheeled and plunged through the pine branches. He heard it roar, then came a chorus of snapping branches and throaty growls. The growls drew nearer, but Jesse refused to turn now. It would land on him and pin him and eat him but by God he wouldn’t look into its wicked green eyes as it did. Jesse spied the leaden sky stippling the wall of branches, knew he was about to emerge onto the playground, and once out there he’d be dead within seconds, the thing leaping
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