Your skin is crawling and slick with sweat, and your bedclothes cling to you uncomfortably. Your sheets are too hot, but something animal in you is warning you, begging you to not make sudden moves, to not reveal yourself from their imagined safety, because [[you are not alone in the night|why am i here]].Hold on- wait. What's going on? Why are you feeling this panicked? How did you get here? How did (text-colour:red)[it] get here?
You remember your day. It was ordinary. Average. //Unexceptional//. Another day going through your life, another day suffering under the cruel yoke of a world that wishes you dead, that would take the body you've salvaged for yourself and break or kill it. No wonder you went to bed depressed and crying and wishing in fervent prayer, the same prayer you make every time you put hormones against your lips and estrogen in your blood. The details are ultimately irrelevant.
There is a desperate yearning in you; a craving and desire so immense that, if you are to be unbroken, the world must make answer to you.
That would explain the (text-colour:red)[god], then.
[[Open your eyes|open your eyes]]The (text-colour:red)[god] stands at the foot of your bed, watching, waiting. (text-colour:red)[Its] eyes are hidden in the shadows of (text-colour:red)[its] face. (text-colour:red)[Its] jaws are [[powerful, sharp, wolflike|jaws]]- (text-colour:red)[it] is a hungry thing, made for cutting and devouring. (text-colour:red)[Its] hands are [[dark and clawed|claws]], and your breath catches at the idea of their touch. (text-colour:red)[Its] animalistic head is haloed in dark fur, and you wonder how [[it must feel|fur]].
Of course, the (text-colour:red)[god] is naked, and you cannot ignore (text-colour:red)[its] full breasts and small cock; you've never been happy with your own developments, as it were.
You study the (text-colour:red)[god], and the longer you stare the more your animal panic is replaced; you are flushed, and your heart is pounding, and you're uncomfortably hard as you begin to understand (text-colour:red)[it], that the yearning and desire in you pulls (text-colour:red)[it] to you. Slowly, with hesitation at first, you [[pull your sheets aside|the work begins]], until hesitation gives way to //anticipation//. You lick your lips, and realize how thirsty you are, and how much your hands tremble.As you unveil your clothed body, (text-colour:red)[it] grins. When (text-colour:red)[it] moves, it is in silence, and in silence (text-colour:red)[it] straddles you. Something in your body prevents you from moving; you are not yet ready for that.
(text-colour:red)[It] reaches out, and it's as though you were wearing tissue paper. (text-colour:red)[It] passes its hands over you, and you are naked before (text-colour:red)[it], staring at (text-colour:red)[it], and (text-colour:red)[it] studies you in turn.
(text-colour:red)[It] reaches out with a hand, placing it flat on your chest, between your breasts. You manage the smallest of nods.
[[//Continue//, you ask.|cutting]]You can imagine the feeling of those jaws around your neck, the sharp fangs you can vividly imagine they contain pricking against your tender skin. Or perhaps, you see them trailing along your body, leaving prints of themselves in your flesh, or jubilant as it tears great and meaty //chunks// from you and you cry tears of rapturous pain and joy.
[[Study it further|open your eyes]]It looks so soft, and you can imagine what it must feel like to run your hands through it, but also to tug it, to pull it and force (text-colour:red)[that head] into compliance with your will. Perhaps you simply wish to bury yourself in its fur, to scream or cry or breath deep of its scent, to be held or savaged as (text-colour:red)[it] desires so long as you can hold onto that bliss.
[[Study it further|open your eyes]]You shiver at the idea of those slender, sharp claws running across your skin, lines of red blossoming with chains of crimson pearls. You see them slicing you to ribbons, of carving you away into someone, something else. You see them delicately holding you by the throat, their tenderness made all the more so by the knowledge of how easy it would be for them to hurt you, were the (text-colour:red)[god] not so kind.
[[Study it more|open your eyes]](text-colour:red)[Its] hand lifts, and (text-colour:red)[it] presses a claw into your chest, splitting your sternum like it was butter, brilliant pain blossoming across your body as it drags the claw downwards. It's more than you can imagine, but you are paralzyed in (text-colour:red)[its] presence, and as it cuts along the length of you, bisecting you, you cannot help but to savor the rush of endorphins admixed with the pain, and how you know on some level that this should kill you, and yet-
//and yet-//
you are bracingly, deliriously, //savagely// alive.
As (text-colour:red)[it] finishes the cut, working around your erect cock, you begin to register that you've been laughing, crying, screaming all at once, your face a mess of emotions and fluids. Meanwhile, the (text-colour:red)[god] is running (text-colour:red)[its] tongue up along the cut, lapping at your blood, as either of its arms begin to [[spread either half of you apart|viscera]].The (text-colour:red)[god's] jaws open, and as (text-colour:red)[it] spreads you open, (text-colour:red)[it] begins to take bites at your viscera now revealed. (text-colour:red)[It] is slow at first; tender, questing, appreciative. (text-colour:red)[It] samples each part of you; a bit of intestine here, liver there, a nibble off your lungs and a questing muzzle into a bite of your heart. The sensation is dulled- you never really considered //how// your organs feel things, did you?- but something aches in you. You are cognizant of your //fullness// in a way you never were before, and something in you yearns to be emptied and filled anew. Your hands twitch and you are filled with a sudden desire, a sense of urgency, and the (text-colour:red)[god] responds in kind, tender bites turning to mouthfuls being torn from your body, dark muzzle slick with your fluids, dripping all about you. As (text-colour:red)[it] empties you out, (text-colour:red)[it] licks at the muscles and bones that form the walls of your cavities, ecking out every last bit of gore and blood and lymph, leaving you blessedly empty and clean.
(text-colour:red)[It] studies you again, tongue lapping at the blood on (text-colour:red)[its] lips.
You cannot move or speak, yet still your prayer is heard.
[[//Finish your work//|worm]]The (text-colour:red)[god] opens (text-colour:red)[its] jaws and reaches a hand deep into (text-colour:red)[its] throat, head thrown back and spine arching as (text-colour:red)[it] extracted something long and coiling from (text-colour:red)[its] own guts, long and dark yet sparkling when the moonlight hit it just so. Into the emptiness (text-colour:red)[it] places it, and pushes you back together, sealing it inside you. You feel it coiling inside you, feeling out the interior of you, a sensation somehow familiar yet not.
And then it feels like it breaks, or grows, and fills you further, and you feel it take bites into you, as it begins to feast on your muscles and grow even more, and you ache with the pain of it as it disassembles and consumes you further and further-
And the (text-colour:red)[god] straddling you leans over you, taking one of your hands into (text-colour:red)[its] own, and you feel the softness of (text-colour:red)[its] fur against your face and the cool wetness of your blood, and you hear and feel the cadence of (text-colour:red)[its] breath against the side of your face and neck, and the pleasure of (text-colour:red)[its] own cock gently rocking against your own.
(text-colour:red)[It] runs (text-colour:red)[its] other hand along the side of your face.
"//(text-colour:red)[You're almost ready]//", (text-colour:red)[it] says, voice soft and gentle. "//(text-colour:red)[Just a little bit longer].//"
Oh. [[You realize you're crying again.|worm 2]]You grow delirious, distracting yourself from the pain of the worms with the pleasure of the (text-colour:red)[god] holding you against (text-colour:red)[itself] and fucking you. You would panic again, yet the (text-colour:red)[god's] embrace is comforting. It's not the first time you've felt like shit in bed, guts churning and pain arching through you, yet something about the (text-colour:red)[god]- the softness, the smell, the care, the feeling of (text-colour:red)[its] cock- for a moment, you drift into sleep.
[[Or maybe you just pass out.|worm 3]]//It is dark, and (text-colour:cyan)[you] are many. (text-colour:cyan)[Your] body is shifting and growing, and (text-colour:cyan)[you] are so hungry. Ravenous. As (text-colour:cyan)[you] feast, (text-colour:cyan)[you] begin to dream. To remember. To decide anew the contours and structure of (text-colour:cyan)[yourself]. Some of (text-colour:cyan)[you] take the form of something like a stomach, reaching up (text-colour:cyan)[your] old throat and building a new mouth, and (text-colour:cyan)[you] remember the secrets of words and hungers and the pleasures of food and can taste the taste of the other (text-colour:red)[god] on (text-colour:cyan)[your] lips. Then (text-colour:cyan)[you] make something sister to bones, to scaffold (text-colour:cyan)[you] and to hang all the intruments of pleasure upon. (text-colour:cyan)[You] reach outwards, into arms and legs, and with (text-colour:cyan)[your] bodies make muscles anew, and the sensation of touch floods into you, the feeling of (text-colour:red)[its] hand and body against (text-colour:cyan)[your] own. (text-colour:cyan)[You] debate something like lungs- (text-colour:cyan)[your] individual bodies don't need to breath like (text-colour:cyan)[you] used to, but (text-colour:cyan)[your] memories flare and (text-colour:cyan)[you] remember the scents of lovers' bodies, and (text-colour:cyan)[you] desperately build them from (text-colour:cyan)[yourself], breathing deep of the (text-colour:red)[god's] scent, suddenly aware of how limited (text-colour:cyan)[your] old senses were. (text-colour:cyan)[Your] cock, too- (text-colour:cyan)[you] could replace it, you suppose, but why stop at simulation when (text-colour:cyan)[you] could do so much more? (text-colour:cyan)[Your] mind spins with the future possiblities, but for the moment, (text-colour:cyan)[you] surprise (text-colour:cyan)[your] partner when (text-colour:cyan)[your] cock splits into clasping bodies, pulling the (text-colour:red)[god] into the new hole (text-colour:cyan)[you've ]given (text-colour:cyan)[yourself], and (text-colour:cyan)[you] are flooded with the feeling of (text-colour:red)[it] inside (text-colour:cyan)[you], claspers teasing at (text-colour:red)[it].//
[[//And so the dream continues//|awake]](text-colour:cyan)[You] open (text-colour:cyan)[your] eyes, and (text-colour:cyan)[you] have never been more awake. (text-colour:cyan)[You] kept (text-colour:cyan)[your] skin, for now- (text-colour:cyan)[you've] always liked it, honestly, and now (text-colour:cyan)[you] can shape and stretch it to (text-colour:cyan)[your] desires. (text-colour:cyan)[You] hold up a hand to the moonlight, and examine it, and watch the shifting mass of (text-colour:cyan)[yourself] move underneath it as (text-colour:cyan)[you] toy with (text-colour:cyan)[your] body, before running it through the (text-colour:red)[god's] fur, marveling at the sensation as (text-colour:red)[it] nuzzles against (text-colour:cyan)[your] palm.
"(text-colour:red)[Do you like it?]"
(text-colour:cyan)[Your] hand clenches in (text-colour:red)[its] hair, and (text-colour:cyan)[you] bring (text-colour:red)[it] down to (text-colour:cyan)[your] mouth, and in answer (text-colour:cyan)[you] kiss (text-colour:red)[it], the worm of (text-colour:cyan)[your] tongue filling (text-colour:red)[its] mouth as (text-colour:cyan)[your] legs and claspers press (text-colour:red)[its] cock deeper into (text-colour:cyan)[you]. When (text-colour:cyan)[you] finally pull away, it takes several moments for the worms(text-colour:cyan)[ you've ]forced into (text-colour:red)[it] to return to (text-colour:cyan)[your] mouth across the gap.
"(text-colour:cyan)[I've never been better.]"