Title

Susan has problems at the bar

by Gorel
Storyline Susan Storm; New Species
Characters Susan storm
Category Marvel M/F Breeding Savage
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Heading back to her seat to watch her two sons interact at the bar, Susan sat alone, tracing her manicured finger around the rim of her drink. “It had to be done… It had to be done…” She whispered to herself, trying to convince herself that what she had to do was necessary. “If I hadn’t, they would have killed her anyway and I’d have a crop of new alien spawn to keep a watchful eye over.”

 

“Would that be so bad?” Purred the voice in her head, making Susan sneer. “You are DRIVEN to breed, what is a single life to equal yours, hmm?”

 

“Shut up!”

 

“Had you embraced your potential; your hive would have numbered in the hundreds by now…”

 

“Exactly!” Hissed Susan, sipping from her drink. “Which is why I’m keeping a tight leash on you and the others.”

 

“Well… Don’t look now, but I think your leash is a little slack.”

 

Looking up from her mental debate, Susan spotted her two sons at the pool table, where a man was angrily yelling at her son.

 

“BULLSHIT! No one is that good, you’re a couple of sharks running the place, aren’t you?” The man demanded, shirking off the hand of his friend trying to calm him down. “You two fuckers owe me back three hundred dollars!”

 

Steve and Carl exchanged looks of confusion, not understanding the man’s anger before Steve answered for the two of them. “We won our match fairly, your hand-eye coordination is off due to a high blood alcohol content and a shaking wrist, the odds you would win were significantly low.”

 

“YOU DISREPECTING ME? YOU’RE SAYING I’M WEAK?” Slurred the man before pulling out a knife from his pocket. Before he even had the chance to make an underhand stab at Steve, the man found his wrist grabbed by Susan’s hand with enough force that the man suddenly yelped in pain and began to bend at the knees.

 

“That’s enough…”

 

“FUCK YOU BITCH! Lemme go!” Narrowing her eyes and giving off a growl that everyone in the bar heard, Susan increased her grip until the ‘click-clack’ sound of a broken wrist made the man drop his knife. Instantly catching the knife in mid air with just her two fingers, Susan expertly flipped the knife in her grip and made the man whimper when she folded the blade in half like tinfoil with her thumb alone. Dropping the man where his friend helped pull him away, Susan then heard the click of a shotgun being cocked back.

 

“Get out of my bar mutey!”

 

Turning to look back at the frightened bar tender aiming a shotgun at her, Susan slowly raised her arms over her head and huffed a strand of hair out of her face. “Look, this is cute and all, but I think we’ve already outstayed our welcome, we’ll just leave.”

 

A sudden scream from the women’s washroom had a pair of waitresses run out with a shocked expression on their faces. “SOMEONE’S BEEN KILLED IN THE WASHROOM!” Looking back at his staff and back at the woman in front of him, the bartender shook nervously, trying to reach for the phone to call the police. With a flick of her hand a bubble of condensed light surrounded the phone and prevented the bar-tender from calling out.

 

“Please… Just let me expla…” Susan never had a chance to finish her sentence, already in a panic and with her previous show of force, the man panicked and fired his shotgun, shooting Susan in the face and taking the rest of her skull with it. When her headless body fell dead on the floor, Steve and Carl glared at the bartender with murderous intent, their skin already changing to its translucent green and their hair becoming a mass of squirming tentacles. Their backs and forearms sprouted spines that tore through their cloths, their forearms doubling in lengs and sporting cleaving talons the size of butcher knives. Just before the pair lunged for the bar tender, their jaws splitting open into a pair of mandibles like an ant’s maw to reveal rows of serrated teeth. The bar tender had only a few seconds to respond and did so by firing into Carl point blank before he was tackled back behind the bar table and torn apart.

 

Panicking, the rest of the crowd either ran for their lives or hid under the tables to stay out of sight. One of the waitresses cowered and whimpered under the table hearing her employer scream and go silent, scrambling for her cellphone she immediately called the police, whimpering out a plea for someone to come. Looking over at the headless woman she witnessed something strange. The pool of blood oozing out of the woman’s neck slowly began to flow backwards. Receding back into the wound it bled from, the stump went to work regenerating. The woman crouched in stark horror as the woman’s flesh turned green and translucent, with spines jutting out of her forearms and back, picking herself up as the mass that grew out of the stump formed facial features and eyes. The last to grow back was the sea of tentacles that made up her hair just when Susan hissed and screeched breathing in with her regrown mouth.

 

Snapping her attention around her, wild eyed and sniffing the air, Susan appeared animalistic, feral and agitated. Making eye contact with the shivering woman, Susan licked her fanged teeth and stood looming over her, her prehensile tail flicking behind her. She had grown back her head, an impossibility! But now, that appeared to be the only thing she regained. Mindless and running purely on instinct, the female creature leered at the woman brandishing her fingers which grew and sharpened into talons.

 

Hissing sharply, Susan made to strike when she heard whimpering nearby. Slowly turning her attention to the source, she spotted a man cradling a broken arm staggering back trying to head out the back. The moment they made eye contact was the last second the man had to react and scream before Susan lunged for him and bit out his throat.

 

Watching as Susan tore the man from limb and tore at his flesh, the waitress had gone into a mad panic and screamed, trying to run for the door. She never made it past five steps before the sound of a bullwhip cracked in the air, and Susan’s tail had found itself impaled through the back of the woman’s skull and out her mouth. Killing her instantly and pulling her back to where Susan crouched feasting on her human prey.

 

Stepping out of the bar front, the two simian shaped males looked down to see their mother feast on the drunk man that accused them of cheating. Her red dress ruined from the changes and from the extra pair of arms she sprouted to grab onto her prey while her original gripped the severed arm she chewed into.

 

When Steve asked what they should do now, their response was an angry hiss from their mother. Having had her fill, Susan stood to her full height and looked down at the torn garment still on her, tugging at the ruined dress in confusion before she pried it off her. Sniffing the air, Susan leered at her two male consorts, her reptilian nostrils flaring. But her attention soon was distracted by the cutting light of a police cruiser outside, its clarion sounding and making the three hiss at its intensity.

 

“THIS IS THE POLICE, COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!”

 

The two policemen stood with their firearms out, waiting for a response, what they got took them back when a tall green skinned, she-creature stalked out of the door, her clawed toes clicking against the pavement. Behind her, her whip thin tail swished and coiled like a serpent swimming in clear water, and her four talons glistened in the flood lamps from the cruiser, showing the blood stains that still caked her four arms and face.

 

Shaking in hesitation, the two didn’t know what to do, even when she eyed them both with curiosity. Behind her, her two sons stepped out, still in their combative form, joining their mother behind her.

 

Finally deciding to act, the officers fired, round after round pierced through Susan’s chitinous flesh but just as quickly as she was wounded, her body rapidly healed, leaving no trace of an injury. Screeching in rage, Susan outstretched her four talons and contained the two officers and their cruiser in a bubble of solid light. Clenching her claws, the bubble contracted with the force of a trash compactor. When she stopped, all that was left was a keg sized lump of steel and a pool of blood and visceral. Hissing in anger, Susan looked over her shoulder and snarled before running off into the darkness, using her powers again to turn her and her sons invisible. Once out of sight, the trio ran deep into the alleys, following their mother as she scurried up the wall like a reptile and crouch over the roof of a ten-story building. Police sirens could be heard ten blocks away, but the sound still alerted Susan, making the she creature hiss and sneer, her long tentacled hair coiling like a nest of angry snakes.

 

“Where do we go now? Back to the nest?”

 

Snapping her attention to Steve’s question, the she-creature narrowed her reptilian eyes and stood to her full 6.5-foot height. Spurs in her ankles acted like stilettos as she circled the two males with the grace of a runway model and the intent of a jungle cat, her four talons clicking as she appraised their presence. Stopping in front of Carl as he reverted to a less combative form, Susan closed the distance between them and captured his mouth in hers in a fierce kiss. Hoisting her long leg around his waist, she guided his already hardened erection at her folds and forced his cock into her pussy. Wrapping her upper arms around his shoulders and lower arms around his chest, Susan broke the kiss to press her forehead against his and stare into his eyes. There was no romance or seduction, her broken mind had no room for that, right now she was a female in heat, and he was a male she wanted.

 

Rearing back, Susan purred and hissed in arousal, feeling his length thrust into her all the way to the hilt, but she got a surprise when a second pair of hands gripped at her waist and a second cock pierced into her pussy from behind. Turning to look over her shoulder, she found Steve hiss and grunt, stretching her to capacity to fit his throbbing length. With two cocks sawing into her pussy and battering the entrance to her womb, Susan’s reptilian eyes fluttered, her bountiful breasts pressed up against Carl’s chest and leaked mother’s milk down his chest and waist.

 

She wanted them, wanted them both, wanted their seed, wanted their children, every fiber of her being was telling her to mate and breed and repeat the process over and over again. There was nothing else. Her eyes began to flutter from overstimulation, she had orgasmed several times already and yet the two bulls sawing into her had yet to give her anything. She didn’t have long to wait until both finally tensed up and fired a torrent into her womb, each pulse fired into her made Susan’s heart boom in her chest and her pulse throb in her ears. Drool escaped her fanged lips and she slumped heavily against Carl from the explosive orgasm that dripped between their tangled legs.

 

“Sssssss… M-mmmmore! Give me MORE… I want… I…” Her eyes sharpened, becoming alert separating herself from her two sons and staggering a few steps on the roof top, Susan Storm stood in shock when she looked down at her four hands and serpentine tail. Then the memories came back, like a tidal wave that overwhelmed her just as much as the orgasmic pleasure seconds earlier. Her murder of the escort in the bathroom, her murdering and EATING the man who threatened her son, the police… Collapsing to her knees she threw up hard onto the concrete, her bile bubbling and sizzling the stonework like concentrated acid. Then a new sensation filled her, one she recognized. Looking down she found her stomach bloating large and round, expanding by the second as small forms budded into sight underneath the murk of her translucent flesh.

 

The horror of it all made her scream, loud enough that all of Manhattan could hear her.


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