Claimed By a Beast

 Narration

 When creatures are born, they are all endowed with the instinctive knowledge of self-preservation, and in this knowledge lies something primal, something that no matter the being, needs in order to continue its existence.

 What that would be could vary, but the theme stayed the same throughout; the innate desire to feed.

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 Alice

 The screams continued for what felt like hours, her desperate gurgles leaving her blood seeping down my voided shoulder; all the while, her once pale body began to morph, its near ghostlike hue dissipating into something that rapidly darkened until it nearly matched the void around it.

 Her nails which were still buried in my back dug even deeper, their forms growing longer and thicker until eventually, it became obvious that her fingers were no more than claws, and her teeth which were still buried in my reddened shoulder were growing longer, sharper, and more pronounced, becoming just as sharklike as mine, if not just a bit smaller.

 Her legs which dangled off to the left, twisted and snapped into something more resembling that of the Wendigo, its almost as ancient form lurking in the woods states away.

 Her arms, which so far had just been wrapped around me grew more lean, the skin around them seemingly disintegrating to reveal the dense muscle underneath.

 Turning my head to the side, I watched as the now skinless arms rapidly darkened, the muscle of which was revealed turning into her new skin, the mass of which sat closest to her wrist sprouting solid white bone that extended and dug into my back, seemingly ensnaring the newly formed claws in bone gauntlets that grew more solid by the second, the same bone spread up her arm until being forced to a halt by the unmovable mass that was her forearm, its pitch black hue clashing with the bone white gauntlet like hungry animals fighting over territory.

 The same thing happened throughout her body; skin all over quickly falling away to reveal the rapidly darkening mass underneath, the same bone that spread over her hands now slowly consuming her new legs, divots, and curves appearing left and right to give them some room for maneuverability and flexibility.

 It wasn't long before her body was a clash of black and white.

 Throughout this entire process, the girl's screams only grew more pronounced, and my grip tightened.

 My attention snapped to the girl's back as multiple sickening crunches made themselves known; when I looked down, I could feel my brow beginning to twitch in confusion, as fragments of what looked to be her skeleton were forced out, the massive wounds that they caused quickly being engulfed in more pitched muscle, of which was quickly shredded as well, more bone fragments from different parts of her body being pushed out not long after.

 It wasn't long before the entirety of her skeleton was lying on the voided floor, their forms quickly being absorbed by some of my stray tentacles.

 My attention was drawn back when her screams started to shift from incoherent agony to deep and moist growls; I was left speechless when I turned my head to find a growing elk skull overtaking my shoulder, its massive horned form overtaking the girl's head and biting down as far as my shadowy breast.

 Seeing the uncanny resemblance to the folklore entity, I quickly pried the girl off of me, her maw taking a chunk of me with her.

 Not bothering to pay heed to the brief absence of part of my torso, I watched as the girl's body twisted and writhed, her muscle once so dense now being stretched as everything about her grew longer, but only by a little, as her from would still be considered small when you stood her next to the Cat Lady.

 But it was still enough that her skinless torso now sported a blackened eight-pack, and on a more sexual note, her breast seemed to grow firmer, and her pelves, which sported both her entrances looked to tighten.

 Both notes had me starting to wonder if there was even a point for my fear now, as sexual tension began to mount over it.

 Unfortunately, I didn't get to play around with any lustful ideas as the eyes of the elk skull lit up in silvery flames, its maw now opening to reveal blackened flesh spread out like gums, a tongue with the lookalike of my tentacles lying flat on its jaw.

 Not long after, the once girl, now creature, charged with a monstrous roar, her right arm extended as if trying to reach me first; however, even if the thing was my property, I wouldn't hesitate to discipline it, no, the real question was how, as I could tell she was only acting out of hunger, my own pangs of hunger looking much the same in the past.

 Any effort to quell her attitude now wouldn't stick, and I had no way to feed her without taking her out of this room, which would be difficult considering she'd most likely be subdued or put down by the Cat Lady almost as soon as she made it past my wing, the alarms alerting everyone in the school of what was usually myself leaving the confines of my room.

 My thoughts were interrupted by another lunge, 'Let's deal with this first.'

 Reality rattled around me as the once-raging tentacles sprouting from my back shot forth, their quantity overwhelming the Wendigoed girl and binding her in place, her boney snout snared shut to keep her quiet while I thought on how to deal with the situation.

 However, my solution wouldn't have to wait long, as I could feel a group of idiots walking my wing, students by the feel of things, but a solution nonetheless.

 Glancing at the bound girl one more time, I couldn't help the invisible grin that painted my face, the only tell that it was there being the slight upward curve of my blood-stained eyes, the black rings sitting idly shrinking a fraction in elation, wondering how she would eat her pray.

 Chuckling, I launched myself through the door, alarms blaring a few seconds later; the group was just down the hall now, directly in sight of my door, so it wasn't hard to catch up to their tumbling and panicking forms, something that was made worse when they started to notice my rapid form.

 However, they'd never even get a chance to feel fear, as the twelve were stabbed through the heart by an equal number of tentacles extending from my back, their expressions soon going blank as the sight of the life fading from their eyes drew on my sadistic side.

 In an instant, I was bounding back to my room, twelve bodies following behind me, each being dragged by the tentacle that pierced them.

 Almost as soon as I entered the room, I unbound the girl and threw eleven of the twelve bodies at her feet, keeping one for myself to eat while I watched her do the same.

 There wasn't an ounce of hesitation as she leaped for the warm corpses, her snout instantly goring the first, as the blunt force caved its chest; it was like watching a starving lion catch one of the smallest prey items it ever had to hunt before, and it really put it into perspective on her true size as it wasn't fair to compare her to Cat lady and me.

 My true form had me a head or so taller than her, and that was trumped by the Cat Lady and her natural height; it made me wonder if she was really just someone like me just hiding in human skin.

 I shook my head while watching her maw envelop most of one of the corpse's torso, the mass of which was immediately bitten through and gored like the first, which was nowhere to be seen; I didn't rule out being a picky eater as she was starving, but I kept it on the back burner with how fast she had eaten it.

 A few more bites and the remnants of the second corpse were discarded; as I said, not ruling out her being a picky eater.

 The processes continued for a while, with most being wholly devoured and some being discarded, looking to be half eaten; a picky eater at its finest.

 As she made her way to the ninth one, I began to wonder why she'd become something more closely resembling the Wendigo when it was my cells she used to change, it made no sense, and had me wondering who this girl really was, or at least what she was related too.

 The corpse I'd taken for myself had long since been consumed, and now I was lying here watching as she went about her meal, flickers of recognition dancing in her flaming silver gaze as she slowly became satiated.

 It wouldn't be long now before she came back to her senses, meaning it wouldn't be long before I'd administer her punishment for both trying to attack me and for the torrent of unexplainable feelings she made me go through, with her little near-death experience.

 My pitch-black thighs ground together in anticipation, her punishment having already been decided when I laid eyes on her new form; it was going to be something, that's for sure.

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 Claire

 It all happened so fast, I could remember, the girl, her form unlike what I'd previously seen before; I was on the inky ground, flailing in pain, and throwing up my guts, literally, and then I wasn't.

 All at once, I'd found myself in her chilling yet comfortable raven arms, my own quickly making their way around, subsequently sinking my fingers into her back as another wave of agony hit; my teeth followed suit, finding the same place they had found themselves in the first time I'd woken up, with the only difference being her character, its once relatable form standing just a few centimeters above me in height.

 This new form wasn't anything like that, it towered over me, almost looking like Ms. Circle yet falling short of reaching her absurd ceiling height, a gross overstatement, but necessary nonetheless.

 From there, it was like my consciousness was a lightswitch, and someone was playing with it; one second I was staring back at her blood-red eyes, agony having slowed, and the next I was biting her harder in torment, my cells feeling as if they were being burned and replaced at a constant rate.

 It only got worse as the feeling traveled up to my chest, with my ribs feeling as though they'd been shattered and put back together wrong, it was nothing short of torture.

 But even that didn't come close to the raw suffering that was inflicted on me when it made its way up into my skull.

 I could feel my brain breaking down like something was in there eating it, and that wasn't even the most torturous part, as whatever happened to my brain had skewed my perception, slowing it to a crawl.

 What felt like hours of nothing but constant mutilation was only seconds of burning, and that hurt, not physically, but mentally; I couldn't endure that, I... I just couldn't...

 But as I was about to give up, to just let myself fall away from the living realm, the sheer shock rocking my body would've made it quick, yet the feeling of my back being pierced by something so familiar brought me back from the brink with lost breath.

 And then, nothing, whatever was in my back had done something that sent my mind white with agony.

  "...YOUR....MIN.E!....WIll....NOT...SUCCUMB!"

 Her voice roared, and I listened, but not for long as I slipped into something that wasn't unconsciousness, yet was so close.

 The haze was something I couldn't stop, and even then, I didn't have half the mind to do so, it's being plagued by an insatiable hunger that felt endless.

 I vaguely felt the sensation of moving before a sudden crushing force had me sprawling to my knees, another wisp of feeling returning to me when something entrapped my snout...?

 Later, after I halted my struggling, something changed; whatever had me stuck had fallen away, and with it came the smell of something divine, something that had me bounding like a wild animal.

 Not long after, I began to regain control and cohesion whatever I was shoving down my throat was helping me regain both, so as control over my body began to return, I kept eating, not bothering with anything else aside from my meal.

 It was only when I ran out of things to eat that I noticed everything; the blood, my body, my head, and the vast amount of blood covering me, its warmth still dripping off my skull.

 Yet, out of all the things I chose to focus on, to care about, I chose my hair; its once barklike color now as black as Ms. Circle's, its length extending out of my skull's open back, stopping short of reaching my ass.

 I chose to focus on my body next, putting off the most pressing issue for as long as I could.

The first thing to note, was my new head, or the new skull, as I could still somewhat feel my actual head underneath, its form seemingly buried under what was essentially an extension of myself.

 The next was my hands, the easiest to observe at the moment; my fingers were no longer fingers, instead taking the form of thick yet slim claws, each individual claw enraptured by a white gauntlet of bone, said bone seemed to extend past my wrist and slightly up my forearm, before my blackened muscle halted it in its tracks.

 But the next and most notable thing I took note of was my legs, their once single-jointed forms now looking more akin to a deer's, with the only difference being the feet, which sported four extensions, three of which were facing forward, while the last was facing back; it was the same for both feet, and it looked like the bone didn't stop at my hands either, as they were also covering in them.

 When I was done taking note of the easier-to-see parts of my body, I began to let my hands explore the near-inaccessible parts, my new skull making the task of seeing them almost impossible.

 I shivered as the chilling gauntlets of bone covering my hands glided across my chest and down to my abdomen, taking note of both the sudden firmness of my breasts and the eight-pack, something unattainable to most without specific mutations.

 My exploration was forcibly stopped as the girl in her near-demonic form stood in front of me, one of her wide-clawed hands pining both of mine above my head; the slight height difference making the act nearly negligible. 

 Her blood-red eyes were wide and their black-ringed pupils constricted in yearning.

 Without warning, her other hand snaked down to my pelvis, a single claw dancing circles around my entrance; whether it was on purpose or not, her claw slipped in, and my mind went blank, a wanting snarl escaping my throat in place of a moan.

 Leaning forward, she whispered into one of the holes sitting under my compact antlers, "You know, if you wanted to play that much, you could've asked me; I'd be more than willing to assist."

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Alice

 The snarl I got in return for my 'accidental' intrusion was all I needed to hear before I shoved the beastlike girl to the ground, my own form following shortly after.

Immediately, I got to work on her breasts, suckling and fondling them with great vigor, my long tongue extending around the entirety of one before slipping under the seal my lips had on the nipple to also help in stimulating it.

 While I squeezed, licked, and nibbled on the first, a multitude of tentacles went to play with the other, their forms taking up the entirety of the bare area, a hiss of air through the gaps told me the seal it made was airtight, and had become something akin to a suction cup.

 The point was further proven when the cup of tentacles pulled back, the suction pulling the breast along with it; the action drew another slutty snarl from the girl, and I couldn't help but bite just a bit harder in response.

 My free hand, which lingered on the pack of muscle that was her abdomen, slowly began tracing each individual abb, each stroke, goading a small shiver in return; eventually, my hand made its descent into her lower areas, my clawed hand which had 'accidentally' entered her domain previously, kneading the lips to her entrance in anticipation, the black digit stroking up and down with gentleness previously unseen, each rocking decent and accent slowly drawing more needy snarls and even more fluids.

 It continued like this for a moment before a pathetic and endearing whimper left the girl's depths.

 Pausing my assault on her breast, I looked up with smug satisfaction before drawing my digit away from its playpen that was her pussy; I watched her skull with a slutty gaze as I drew closer to her snout, the claw of which I was using to pleasure her drawing even closer, its black form glistening under light unseen by me, revealing it to be covered in her precum.

 Leaning into the side of her elk skull, I whispered with great joy, "Eat."

 The silver flame that was watching me, flickered with something akin to submission and pure ecstasy mixed together before her snout opened to let out the immense tongue locked within its jaws, its long slimy form slithering out to dine on her own fluids.

 Seeing this and feeling it brought me nothing but pure satisfaction, as my commands were heeded with great enthusiasm, as it should be.

 With a teasing smile, I brought the girl's beastly gaze back toward me as I leaned forward again, my sing-song voice whispering into her ear, "Good girl."

 Drawing my mouth closer, I let the heat from my horney breaths dawn on her, the simple actions bringing shivers down the girl's form; the shivers went into full-on jolts as my tongue left the confines of my maw to play around with the canal I just spoke into.

 It tiptoed around the hole for a second, constantly teasing the girl when its tip just barely slipped in, flenches of surprise rocking her skull each time; it seemed her skull didn't contain as many nerves as I previously believed.

 Discarding the discovery, I watched with joy as the girl violently shook under my tongue's sudden entrance, its long slimy from reaching as deep inside as it could; it was my turn to be surprised when my tongue found itself circling the normal ear inside, its existence suggesting that the elk skull wasn't what she truly looked like in this form, it's being merely acting as an aid.

 Discarding the thought for later, I let my tongue continue its foreplay with the ear while my arm snuck back down her back, its clawed being palming as much of her ass as it could.

 The beast grunted in pleasure as I started squeezing her rear like a stress toy, before eventually snarling and groaning in ecstasy as a claw slid itself inside her anus, its sharp, and pointed form unable to damage her inner walls without my specified intent.

 My observations from earlier seemed to be of the correct variant, the tightness threatening to crush the digit in accidental sexual greed, but that was all it was a threat; I didn't think her anal cavity would ever have enough tension to even crack it, but the sheer pressure she was applying to it had me giddy with want.

 So much so, I withdrew my tongue from her ear, the action leaving her to shiver as the void's cold air took over her canal; letting her arms free, I stood, tentacles taking over most of the sexual tasks I was dabbling in.

 She watched me with horny confusion before the flames in her eyes widened, her eyes of fire watching as I stepped over her face, the inky pelves that were usually bare in this form morphing into an entrance and asshole.

 Her mouth opened just a bit wider in anticipation.

 Soon after, both my knees were set on either side of her head, and her tongue was openly exploring my darkened being, with the only contrast being the gauntleted grips laid on my thighs, gripping them with slutty desperation, and the skulls maw, its length reaching just under half of my stomach.

 The sight was an incredible turn-on.

 Eventually, the girl's tongue found my pussy, and I was left to shiver as it started gliding around with vigor, its flexible form winding around my pitched clit, its dark mass grinding against it with appetite.

 Groaning, I started rocking my hips in her mouth, the skull's teeth scraping up against my body severing to ignite something primal in me.

 My clawed hands, which had been playing with my breasts up to this point, found themselves on both the lower and upper jaw of the girl's skull, their striking black forms forcing the bone to close in around my form.

 As soon as the teeth sunk into my intentionally softened skin, a blitz of pleasure rocketed through me without pause.

 The girl's hazed gaze, having been watching in curiosity up to this point, was forced to dim as it had to focus on choking down the new liquid assaulting its tongue, the guzzling and gaging showing it was having a slightly tough time due to its surprising eruption.

 It was oddly hot watching her choke on my semen, but maybe that was just the ejaculating high-talking, or was it my newfound masochistic streak? I shook my head in disregardance as I lifted myself from her maw, the teeth still slightly sunken into my flesh dragging down as the weight of the skull dictated so.

 I didn't care as more of my seamen fell into the shrinking puddle the skull was downing along with some of my blood; a truly wonderful sight.

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Claire

 Salty, her cum was so very salty.

 It was like the packets of liquid salt that you'd find at most local restaurants, except, there was something so blistering about drinking this one, so invigorating, but that was probably just my pelves talking, as I could still recognize the need to settle the cannibalism thing.

 With the surprise mostly dissipated, I was able to sallow most of the remaining puddle, its flavor leaving me both parched and satisfied, but like most things these past few days, the brief calm that would've followed was interrupted by the strong taste of copper, followed by the familiar trickle of salt.

 However, I paid more attention to the coppery taste, its unique distinction coming off as bitter like a lime yet so utterly addicting like nicotine, and it was only through a war of attrition that I was able to stave off the urge to sink my teeth back into its source.

 Said source was merely watching as I did so above, seemingly content with either my restraint or some other thing.

 A sudden brazen intrusion later and I was once again snarling while enjoying the distinct feeling of my ass being assaulted by one of the girl's tentacles, its form distinctly different from its counterpart, which had forced its way inside with girth.

 This one felt slim yet sturdy, and almost curious, as it didn't lash at the walls of my anus, instead twisting along them in search of something, said something was quickly found as my toned back arched from the voided floor, a snarl of exhalation so deep that I could feel the vibrations through the elk skull.

 And while that was an odd experience to, well, experience, it also wasn't unwelcome, as the fact that my more human-looking head could still feel was a good sign and reminder that the skull over it was merely an addition, something that could likely be discarded with some effort.

 My complex thoughts were again degraded as my mind shuddered under another wave of carnal desire, the tentacle in my ass having rubbed up against the same spot with a lot more force.

 I could feel the flames that made up my current eyes flicker and wither as if mimicking the closing of eyelids before they unceremoniously reignited, giving another beautiful view of the strange girl's asshole, its spread form facing me while her head lingered down near my nether regions, her steamy breaths baptizing my clit with grace.

 The feeling was pleasant, but fell short of what was in front of me, an opportunity. 

 My gauntleted claws once again took their place on her thighs, this time from behind, before my partially pried mouth expanded wider to let the lengthy taster out.

 Like an el and its prey, it snaked its way forward before poncing, its long slimy from forcing its way into her anus, its girth forcing the ring that acted as its seal to stretch wide.

 The moan of surprise had me pushing further, my actions drawing motivation from the feeling of victory extracted from the girl's pleasure.

 However, that wouldn't last long, as my gaze found themselves locked with a pair of mischievous-looking blood orbs, but not for long as her head descended back to my lower area, its form drawing close to my pussy.

 Curious but determined, I kept up with my assault on her anal cavity, the unique taste finding its way back into my maw via saliva; it tasted like pumpkin and severely bruised bananas, with just a tint of piss, but don't ask how I know about that last one, I was like five at the time and didn't see the blue thing clipped in out toilet as anything but candy.

 Pushing my maw just a bit closer, I could feel some of the teeth in my upper jaw penetrate her skin, not enough to draw a cup of blood, but apparently enough to get her off again if the salty liquid dipping down my throat was anything to go by.

 While it didn't stop me from my continued assault, it did give me a chance to truly savor her taste, the surprise of its existence unable to choke me when it wasn't that much of a surprise.

 I was forced to eat those thoughts as soon as they were thought.

While gaging again my mind reeled with bliss, something having truly entered me.

 I couldn't see what it was, but I could make an educated guess with how it moved.

 Another choked gurgle later and most of the seamen had been curbed down my throat, leaving me to lie in bliss, the girl's tongue diving deeper by the second, until eventually reaching my hymen, its thin and malleable form threatening to rip at the slightest twitch.

 My heartbeat accelerated to stupendous speeds, as my tongue stopped, my body already preparing for the inevitable, or at least that's what I hoped.

 I should elaborate I suppose; in this universe of twisted and warped beings, every female, no matter the size, the power, or the constitutional existence, had a hymen, and when someone breaks that, it is called a claim, and those who break it are obligate by something as old as life itself to be steadfast in their dedication to the other; essential, it as the universe saying, 'Hey, she's your's now, should she die due to your folly, then you will follow.'.

 The claim was at fault for some of the highest mortality rates in human history because of it.

 Some theorized that the goddess of love, a being said to exist post-creation, was at fault for this, the supposed reason many came to conclude was that she couldn't follow someone she loved deeply, and so, in her blind grief, helped another being craft beings bound by the concept of life and death at each other's sides, thus giving birth to humanity.

 However, she wouldn't get to see it flourish, as she and many other beings like her were supposably eradicated by things from deep space, creatures that felt the active churn of creation trying its hand and were thus drawn in.

 The history lesson playing out in my thoughts was sent sprawling as the hyem was snapped.

 My mind teetered on erasure as a switch was flipped; I could feel a part of me leaving, yet I could feel something returning in equal, its malevolent presence causing my body to somewhat convulse.

 It was brief, but not brief enough, as I had missed when the girl flipped around, her bloody gaze sporting something more in their pitched depths.

I didn't get a chance to react as her fist struck my skull, its maw quickly caving under her impossible might, scattering in fragments across the void, and leaving me temporarily senseless.

 After a second, my mind returned, and I found myself back in my own head, still an eye down but with far less pain than when I was in it a while ago, however, I didn't get to focus on it for long, as the girls crowned visage sat over me, her body having returned to the human appearance she bore when we first met; however, she was now sporting the dress, something that was found lacking during our first sexual endeavor.

 My silver gaze burned with embarrassment as her coal eyes ran my face up and down, but she didn't seem to care, as her gentle smile stayed steadfast in its position, only deepening when her gaze locked with mine, the charcoal gaze acting as kindle for my silvery humiliation.

 But all of that was put on hold when she spoke, for the first time, actually starting an intellectual conversation with me.

 "Well, 'Girl', I suppose as my property, you should have right to something more than just girl, so tell me, my little toy, what is your name?"

 There were so many things wrong with that sentence, yet I couldn't bring myself to call any of them out because I'd be lying to myself if I said I hated it.

 I was fine with being her's, just her's, no one else's.

 With great difficulty, I managed to get my somewhat foreign vocals to utter my name.

 "Claire... i-it's Claire."

 Her smile turned sinister as she leaned closer, "Claire hm? Well, Claire, I hope your ready for your punishment, because all you'll be doing for the next few hours is screaming my name."

 My breath hitched in anticipation, yet also stuttered in confusion as something foreign was forced into my mind through the claim.

 "Alice?"

 Her smile turned predatory as she all but growled in my ear, "What a natural you are."

 What followed was nothing short of heaven, however, most would call it hell with the things she did to me, but it was hard to care when both felt the same in her hands.