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shadowhivePortent
Pairing: Mothman/Owengejuicetv
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slight AU, monsterfucking, oviposition
Notes: So this is partly inspired by Owen doing that cryptid podcast last week, even though mothman only got mentioned a few times and also because someone gave me this idea and it wouldn’t go away. I’m basing this on the Fallout 76 mothman because, well, it’s hot. Also how has this gotten so long?? (And damn I need a new Owen icon)
Owen parked up his car, surveying his surroundings through the car’s windows. Outside, looking out of the trees was an old abandoned warehouse. The building hadn’t been used for its intended purpose for years, when the company that owned it went bankrupt. The building had been left empty lever since and it was starting to be reclaimed by nature, although there was some evidence of recent activity in the form of spray painted graffiti on the wall.
But he wasn’t here out of interest in the building or its current state, not really.
He undid his seatbelt and got out of the car, gathering his things and then taking another look around. There were more signs of life, tire tracks on the carpark and there were a few discarded cans and bottles around that made Owen wince. Why couldn’t people tidy up after themselves? Or even take stuff in the cars they’d come in?
He sighed softly and locked this car up before making. made his way towards the building. As he went he mentally processed everything that he knew about the events of last week that happened here.
There had been a rave here, which was something he didn’t think even happened anymore but apparently it still did. There was a DJ playing a set to a crowd of people, as well as someone who had set up a minibar. No one seemed to know exactly how many there were, with numbers ranging from 50 to closer to 200. The whole thing had lasted from around 8pm until almost dawn.
Of course none of that was what he was interested in.
At around 1am people that were hanging outside for some air saw something watching from the surrounding woods. The thing was large and black, with large bright red eyes. It stood watching them for a long time, not moving or responding to them when they called to it. Only when someone, a man named Callum, walked towards it, did it move flying into the air on large dark wings.
Of course on face value it sounded like it was a bunch of drunk, possibly high, people that saw a dark shape in the woods. If it was just the story he’d have probably wrote it off as drunken hallucinations, or that they’d seen an animal or shadow, maybe with lights reflected off something.
But this was the 21st century, he didn’t just have their word to go on. When they noticed something strange they took pictures and video on their camera.
Owen had looked at as many as he could find, and there was definitely something there, something that seemed more than just a misidentified animal or a shadow or a tree stump.
He had a theory of what it actually was, especially what happened later, but he had to be sure.
He moved around the building, looking out for the rough spot where they had seen it. One of the guys he had spoken to had drawn him a crude map, so he had a rough idea where they had seen it. It had been seen on the right side of the building, near a set of doors, so it should be easy enough to find.
As he walked, he glanced between the graffiti covered warehouse wall and the treeline of the forest. It wasn’t thickly overgrown and there was enough space between the trees so you had a clear view into it. It really looked quite nice, he could see some ferns and what looked like bluebells in the distance. A flash of movement made him gasp, but he soon realised it was just a squirrel and its bushy tail.
He laughed softly at his own reaction to that, shaking his head as he resumed walking. As he did he thought more on the reason he was here.
He had a theory about what the creature that those people had saw was and why it was there. He thought it was a mothman. It fit the description, with the bright eyes and the large wings as it flew, but he also thought it was because of what happened that night. In the lore, a mothman was an omen of disaster and they appeared where anything bad happened. While nothing bad had occurred at the warehouse itself that night, at least not that he could find out, something bad did happen to one of the people that attended.
A man had been at the rave, by the name of Toby. He’d left the warehouse after the sighting and Owen hadn’t been able to find out if he’d actually seen the creature. What had happened was that he was driving back home on his motorcycle and there had been an accident. It wasn’t exactly clear what had happened, but his motorcycle was found on the side of the road in pieces… and so was he.
The thought of it alone sent a shiver through his whole body and he was glad he didn’t have a visual to go with it.
Up ahead he saw the double doors that he’d been told to expect. They were open and he couldn’t resist peering inside, into the vast cavern of the warehouse. There were a few more bottles and cans scattered around, though not as quite as many as he would have expected. All in all the place seemed pretty intact, if emptied out and he caught sight of more spray painted art on some of the walls. He suspected the art was done by multiple people as there seemed to be various styles. Some were simplistic shapes, while some were art of animals.
He turned his attention back to the woods, pulling out his phone to bring up the pictures from that night. While the lighting obviously wasn’t great he could still probably work out the rough place where they were taken. There were a few distinctive looking trees, one with a large hole in the trunk and another that was twisted to the left, so he was able to use those to get a position.
After matching the position Owen pocketed his phone, replacing it with his camera to take a few shots. Like he had hoped there was nothing there that could have been mistaken for a creature, no discarded trash, no large tree stump. Of course something could have been there and been moved since then, so he got closer, stilling his phone down to look for any signs of disturbance on the ground.
He didn’t see any evidence that any object had been moved from this location but he could see some marks on the floor. There were a series of round holes in the ground, not too deep, about the size of his fist. Could they have been left by the creature? Behind them was another rounded dip in the dirt, bigger and shallower. He took a few pictures of them all, then a brief video, before looking around for any other sign of disturbance.
There were a few broken branches on the ground, but that didn’t mean much because that could’ve been caused by anything, even the squirrel from earlier.
He looked up at the treetops above him and there was definitely a gap big enough for a creature to fly through. Admittedly that snd the marks on the floor wasn’t much in the way of evidence, but he still felt a surge of excitement from the discovery.
He took a few steps backwards, not wanting to disturb the markings that he’d seen. He looked up from his screen to take in his surroundings again and then he froze.
There, near the corner of the warehouse was a large black shape. It was easily bigger than he was and he swallowed, bringing the camera back up to take a picture of it. He zoomed in, looking at the camera’s screen to try and work out what he was seeing. Zooming didn’t seem to have offered much in the way of answers, but he could see that it was moving, just a little. Almost like it was breathing.
His heart raced in excitement. This was what he’d been hoping for! Real actual proof that mothman was real! He couldn’t believe that he was actually seeing him in the flesh. He switched his camera to record, letting it rest on his chest before he started to move.
Owen walked slowly towards the creature, not wanting to scare it. As he got closer he could make some details of the creature. It appeared that their wings were wrapped around their chest and it appeared to be resting. The realisation made Owen pause. Maybe he should leave, be glad with the footage that he’d got and let the creature rest. After all he didn’t want to scare it, but then it hadn’t been scared by a bunch of drunks last week.
While he was considering leaving the creature’s suddenly eyes opened wide, making Owen gasp. They were large, easily bigger than Owen’s hands, and they were bright red. At this distance he could tell that they were compound eyes, which made sense since it was an insect. In a blink the wings moved from covering its front to behind itself, revealing a glowing chest and a set of insectile legs.
Owen was frozen in place, torn between wanting to go and staring in wonder at this amazing creature. How many people had gotten the chance to see them like this, up close in clear daylight?
“Hello?” Owen said softly, looking at them and putting on his best smile. “It’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you.”
The soft frills on its head twitched slightly as it looked at him then they tilted their head to the side, as if examining him from different angles. Owen did his best to look non threatening, staying still as he could with his arms at his sides.
For a few more moments it stayed still too and it felt like they were studying him with those wide red eyes.
And then they started to move, scuttling towards him so fast that he couldn’t do anything to avoid it.
Up close he could see the mandibles on their face move and then it sprayed something at him, hitting him in the face. Owen cried out as whatever it was stung his eyes, and skin causing him to cry out from the sudden pain. Whatever it was made his vision blurry and the tears that sprung to his eyes didn’t help. He found himself stumbling backward, but his limbs felt stiff and he tripped, falling backward onto the floor with a groan.
With his blurred vision he saw the creature move over him and he couldn’t really do anything. He wanted to move, or to push it away, but he found he couldn’t. His limbs felt heavy and stiff and he knew it wasn’t just from the fall. Whatever it had sprayed in his face must have done something to him to render him helpless.
This wasn’t something he’d ever heard of happen before in any mothman sighting and he had a definite sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
The creature’s legs grasped onto him, holding tight onto him. Then the dark shape above him became bigger and then he felt it lift him up from the ground and he was flying.
It was a strange sensation, flying like this, knowing that there was nothing under him but air and a long drop. Owen knew he was completely dependant on the creature holding him for his survival, that if it let him go he would fall to the floor and die. Maybe it was for the best he was currently immobile, because if he struggled than he would sure slip from its grip.
As his vision started to return he realised that the creature didn’t take him far, flying into part it of the warehouse through an opening in the roof. The creature released him, letting him drop to the floor and he was grateful that the drop was brief, that they were actually in some kind of attic space instead of the main warehouse.
The relief he felt was short lived as the creature was soon on him again, this time its limbs moved on him. Sharp claws tore his clothing to shreds and he was powerless to stop it. In moment be was lying there with the tattered remnants of his clothing scattered around him. The cord holding the camera around his neck had been cut, the device tossed to one side but still angled in his general direction. He wanted to cry out, to beg for help, but the words died in his throat.
He felt scared, more scared than he’d ever been in his life. He’d always thought it would be cool to meet a cryptid, that a sighting would be an interesting story to tell if nothing else. But instead he was terrified.
The creature moved off him, looking down at him with its wide, red eyes. He wanted to ask what they were going to do to him, then beg for it not to but he couldn’t say or do anything. Even if he could be doubted it would listen and even if it did he’d be stuck up here.
It used two of its limbs to lift him up from the floor carrying him across the room. Owen tried again to struggle, but he couldn’t even manage the slightest squirm. It chittered something from its mouth, then he felt heard something shoot out the creature’s body. He could see it out of the corners of his eyes, long strands of white going towards the ceiling. He’d never seen anything like it in person before, but he had seen it in films. It looked just like the webbing that spider-man would use. Which he supposed made sense as the creature was an insect, even though he’d never heard of mothman doing this.
Though that didn’t mean much, maybe this was normal behaviour for all he knew, just that it was something that hadn’t been seen before. After all there were plenty of animals whose behaviour was still relatively unknown, despite being known and studied for years.
Owen had a sudden sinking feeling that maybe this had been seen before, but the person that saw it was never seen again.
The creature attached the webbing to him so that he was now hanging from the ceiling horizontally. Its limbs had adjusted his position so that his legs were spread wide and for a moment he couldn’t work out why he was in such a position.
That was until he got a good look at the creature again and suddenly he knew why.
Between the creatures multiple legs he saw a large thing. He might have thought it was another kind of limb or over appendage, but its location and general shape made it obvious that it was the creature’s dick.
The implication sent conflicted feelings through him. First there was the obvious fear of whatever was going to happen to him. But there was also a wave of arousal mixed with slight pride, that he’d gotten the creature into this state. He felt his own cock twitch between his legs at that and he swallowed, feeling a small amount of shame.
The creature came between his legs and Owen felt something between them. It wasn’t the thing that looked like a cock, but something else went between his cheeks. Whatever it was sprayed something along his cleft, some kind of slick fluid that went everywhere. It was a strange sensation but not an unpleasant one, especially when the slickness landed on his hole. It seemed to find his opening, squirting more of the slickness into him. If he could groan he probably would have and he felt that it was getting him ready for what was surely to come.
The appendage that was between his cheeks, whatever it was, pulled away from him. He felt a slight pang of disappointment at that loss. That soon faded as his cheeks were spread and he felt the tip of the creature’s dick slot it’s between them. It chittered again as it shifted against him, adjusting the movements until it catches his hole. As soon as it does it pushes into him, the slick fluid seeming to ease its entrance into him.
Owen wanted to cry out as it thrust into him fully, but all he could manage was a slight groan. The fullness of the shaft inside him felt overwhelming, and he guessed that whatever it had sprayed into him was what made it filling him so easy. It was definitely bigger than anything he’d had inside of him before, the thick shaft feeling much larger than any belonging to a human.
Fuck.
After staying fully seated in him for a few moments it started to move, withdrawing the shaft. He found himself letting out a small whimper at the loss, missing it already and the creature made that chittering sound again. It shifted and the shaft filled him again, another soft moan leaving him as it thrust into him.
Owen’s eyes fluttered as the creature started to move again, only this time it didn’t wait and thrust into him almost as soon as it pulled back. Every thrust of it into him caught that spot that made him see stars, making more sounds of pleasure leave his lips. He still couldn’t let out loud noises or speak, but right now that didn’t matter. As strange as this whole thing was there was no escaping how good it felt to be filled by the creature.
If his limbs weren’t still so stiff he’d probably have a hand between his legs, stroking himself as the creature fucked him. He wondered if there was some way to get the creature to touch his neglected cock, but what would it even touch him with?
Every so often the creature made those chittering sounds and he wasn’t sure what they meant be he hoped that it was a good thing. Maybe it was the creature’s equivalent of moans, or maybe it was trying to communicate something to him that he couldn’t grasp. Either way the creature kept on thrusting into him, some of its limbs moving to hold onto his legs even though it felt unnecessary.
Owen sure how long the creature thrust into him, having no sense of time whatsoever, but eventually it thrust hard into him and then stayed deep inside of him. When it didn’t pull out Owen was confused, even more so when he felt the shaft move. It wasn’t moving in the sense it was pulling out, but more like something was going along the length of it. It made another sound, different from the earlier chitters and one he couldn’t exactly describe and then he felt whatever it was leave the shaft inside him.
He thought it might have been its cum, or whatever this creature spilled inside, but this felt different. It didn’t feel like liquid hitting his insides but instead things that were more solid and squishy. After the first wave there was another, and another, the squishy things filling him up, some pressing against his spot. Owen gasped, the feeling of it too much and he came hard over himself untouched.
His sudden orgasm meant that he lost track of how many waves of these squishy things filled him. If he had to guess it was more than five, probably closer to ten, though he wasn’t sure. When the last of them filled him he felt something else follow, something sticky and that dripped out of his hole when the creature finally pulled.
If Owen was overwhelmed before he was even more so now and when he managed to look down at himself his belly looked fuller than before, rounder. Only now did his mind supply a theory on what the many squishy things were inside him, that they weren’t the creature’s version of cum, but they were eggs. Which he supposed was kinda like cum, in a sense. But what did that mean?
Again he’d never heard that this had happened to anyone, which could be a bad thing, but it could also be that people were worried they’d be thought of as crazy or even be embarrassed by this. He didn’t though. He felt oddly proud of this, though he wasn’t sure if he would share this experience with anyone even if he did get out of here.
The creature moved away from him and its limbs were on his legs, only this time it was pressing them back together. His limbs were still stiff and immobile, and Owen wondered just how long this would last as they didn’t feel any less stuff than when it first happened. Would it be like this for hours? Or maybe even longer?
It started to moved around him, making soft chitters as it went. He felt like it was looking him over again, though it was hard to tell due to how different its eyes were. It used its limbs on him to manipulate him so his arms were by his sides. After circling him completely once it stopped at his feet and then he felt something spray against the . It was like whatever webbing that held him up only this time instead of spraying it at the ceiling it was instead wrapping him up.
It started at his legs, binding them together in layers of the sticky webbing, from his feet all the way up to his hips. It felt really strange, soft and sticky but not completely unpleasant, it just felt odd.
After a few moments it started up again, spraying the webbing over his crotch and ass, before starting to cover the upper half of his body. The webbing stuck his arms in place at his sides as it wrapped him up, and he watched as his whole chest became wrapped in it.
Suddenly Owen started to panic, as he wondered exactly why this creature was doing this to him. He was already immobile so wrapping him up like this seemed pointless to him but he had a feeling that it was doing this to him with a purpose, one he couldn’t see right now.
Once it got to his neck it stopped again and he felt it look at him with those bright red eyes. They really were quite beautiful and he wondered what was going on its head behind them. It chittered again and he could feel its limbs holding him while it used others to get the webbing holding him in place. It cradled him as it skittered across the floor, taking him further along the attic space, away from the hole they had entered in and his tattered clothing.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the red light of his camera, indicating it had filmed the whole thing.
After a little while the creature moved him around so that he was now upright instead of horizontal and it took off again flying them up above the floor. He felt it shoot out more webbing, attaching it to the ones that were wrapped around him. Owen gasped when it let him go, but the webbing was strong enough to hold him from the ceiling even now that he was higher up. It chittered again, seemingly satisfied that it had worked.
Owen looked down as best he could, feeling a sinking feeling again in his belly. Even if he his feeling did return and he could escape this webbing the fall to the floor below would surely break him.
The creature moved around him again and he felt fresh webbing against him, only this time it was around his head. It started around his neck, then his chin, then his mouth and then his eyes. The last thing he noticed, other than the creature, before his vision was block was that there was something, no, someone, cocooned in the same way he was.
Once his head was fully encased in the webbing he felt something else land on the outside of it and then it felt like the outside of it was hardening. Inside it was still soft and sticky against his skin, but the outside felt like it had become more solid, like a shell.
Fresh fear went through him, accompanied by the realisation that he wasn’t going to be getting out of here anytime soon. Again he thought that maybe the reason no one had mentioned this behaviour was that they simply didn’t make it out of it.
His brain suddenly decided to remind him of a nature documentary, where some kind of insect laid its eggs in something, bought it underground and the eggs would hatch and devour the creature alive. Was that what was going to happen to him? He hoped not, but it seemed likely and now that the thought had entered his mind he knew he wouldn’t be able to think of anything else.
All he could do was hang there, immobile and encased in webbing, completely helpless as his mind spiralled at the possibilities.
Pairing: Mothman/Owengejuicetv
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slight AU, monsterfucking, oviposition
Notes: So this is partly inspired by Owen doing that cryptid podcast last week, even though mothman only got mentioned a few times and also because someone gave me this idea and it wouldn’t go away. I’m basing this on the Fallout 76 mothman because, well, it’s hot. Also how has this gotten so long?? (And damn I need a new Owen icon)
Owen parked up his car, surveying his surroundings through the car’s windows. Outside, looking out of the trees was an old abandoned warehouse. The building hadn’t been used for its intended purpose for years, when the company that owned it went bankrupt. The building had been left empty lever since and it was starting to be reclaimed by nature, although there was some evidence of recent activity in the form of spray painted graffiti on the wall.
But he wasn’t here out of interest in the building or its current state, not really.
He undid his seatbelt and got out of the car, gathering his things and then taking another look around. There were more signs of life, tire tracks on the carpark and there were a few discarded cans and bottles around that made Owen wince. Why couldn’t people tidy up after themselves? Or even take stuff in the cars they’d come in?
He sighed softly and locked this car up before making. made his way towards the building. As he went he mentally processed everything that he knew about the events of last week that happened here.
There had been a rave here, which was something he didn’t think even happened anymore but apparently it still did. There was a DJ playing a set to a crowd of people, as well as someone who had set up a minibar. No one seemed to know exactly how many there were, with numbers ranging from 50 to closer to 200. The whole thing had lasted from around 8pm until almost dawn.
Of course none of that was what he was interested in.
At around 1am people that were hanging outside for some air saw something watching from the surrounding woods. The thing was large and black, with large bright red eyes. It stood watching them for a long time, not moving or responding to them when they called to it. Only when someone, a man named Callum, walked towards it, did it move flying into the air on large dark wings.
Of course on face value it sounded like it was a bunch of drunk, possibly high, people that saw a dark shape in the woods. If it was just the story he’d have probably wrote it off as drunken hallucinations, or that they’d seen an animal or shadow, maybe with lights reflected off something.
But this was the 21st century, he didn’t just have their word to go on. When they noticed something strange they took pictures and video on their camera.
Owen had looked at as many as he could find, and there was definitely something there, something that seemed more than just a misidentified animal or a shadow or a tree stump.
He had a theory of what it actually was, especially what happened later, but he had to be sure.
He moved around the building, looking out for the rough spot where they had seen it. One of the guys he had spoken to had drawn him a crude map, so he had a rough idea where they had seen it. It had been seen on the right side of the building, near a set of doors, so it should be easy enough to find.
As he walked, he glanced between the graffiti covered warehouse wall and the treeline of the forest. It wasn’t thickly overgrown and there was enough space between the trees so you had a clear view into it. It really looked quite nice, he could see some ferns and what looked like bluebells in the distance. A flash of movement made him gasp, but he soon realised it was just a squirrel and its bushy tail.
He laughed softly at his own reaction to that, shaking his head as he resumed walking. As he did he thought more on the reason he was here.
He had a theory about what the creature that those people had saw was and why it was there. He thought it was a mothman. It fit the description, with the bright eyes and the large wings as it flew, but he also thought it was because of what happened that night. In the lore, a mothman was an omen of disaster and they appeared where anything bad happened. While nothing bad had occurred at the warehouse itself that night, at least not that he could find out, something bad did happen to one of the people that attended.
A man had been at the rave, by the name of Toby. He’d left the warehouse after the sighting and Owen hadn’t been able to find out if he’d actually seen the creature. What had happened was that he was driving back home on his motorcycle and there had been an accident. It wasn’t exactly clear what had happened, but his motorcycle was found on the side of the road in pieces… and so was he.
The thought of it alone sent a shiver through his whole body and he was glad he didn’t have a visual to go with it.
Up ahead he saw the double doors that he’d been told to expect. They were open and he couldn’t resist peering inside, into the vast cavern of the warehouse. There were a few more bottles and cans scattered around, though not as quite as many as he would have expected. All in all the place seemed pretty intact, if emptied out and he caught sight of more spray painted art on some of the walls. He suspected the art was done by multiple people as there seemed to be various styles. Some were simplistic shapes, while some were art of animals.
He turned his attention back to the woods, pulling out his phone to bring up the pictures from that night. While the lighting obviously wasn’t great he could still probably work out the rough place where they were taken. There were a few distinctive looking trees, one with a large hole in the trunk and another that was twisted to the left, so he was able to use those to get a position.
After matching the position Owen pocketed his phone, replacing it with his camera to take a few shots. Like he had hoped there was nothing there that could have been mistaken for a creature, no discarded trash, no large tree stump. Of course something could have been there and been moved since then, so he got closer, stilling his phone down to look for any signs of disturbance on the ground.
He didn’t see any evidence that any object had been moved from this location but he could see some marks on the floor. There were a series of round holes in the ground, not too deep, about the size of his fist. Could they have been left by the creature? Behind them was another rounded dip in the dirt, bigger and shallower. He took a few pictures of them all, then a brief video, before looking around for any other sign of disturbance.
There were a few broken branches on the ground, but that didn’t mean much because that could’ve been caused by anything, even the squirrel from earlier.
He looked up at the treetops above him and there was definitely a gap big enough for a creature to fly through. Admittedly that snd the marks on the floor wasn’t much in the way of evidence, but he still felt a surge of excitement from the discovery.
He took a few steps backwards, not wanting to disturb the markings that he’d seen. He looked up from his screen to take in his surroundings again and then he froze.
There, near the corner of the warehouse was a large black shape. It was easily bigger than he was and he swallowed, bringing the camera back up to take a picture of it. He zoomed in, looking at the camera’s screen to try and work out what he was seeing. Zooming didn’t seem to have offered much in the way of answers, but he could see that it was moving, just a little. Almost like it was breathing.
His heart raced in excitement. This was what he’d been hoping for! Real actual proof that mothman was real! He couldn’t believe that he was actually seeing him in the flesh. He switched his camera to record, letting it rest on his chest before he started to move.
Owen walked slowly towards the creature, not wanting to scare it. As he got closer he could make some details of the creature. It appeared that their wings were wrapped around their chest and it appeared to be resting. The realisation made Owen pause. Maybe he should leave, be glad with the footage that he’d got and let the creature rest. After all he didn’t want to scare it, but then it hadn’t been scared by a bunch of drunks last week.
While he was considering leaving the creature’s suddenly eyes opened wide, making Owen gasp. They were large, easily bigger than Owen’s hands, and they were bright red. At this distance he could tell that they were compound eyes, which made sense since it was an insect. In a blink the wings moved from covering its front to behind itself, revealing a glowing chest and a set of insectile legs.
Owen was frozen in place, torn between wanting to go and staring in wonder at this amazing creature. How many people had gotten the chance to see them like this, up close in clear daylight?
“Hello?” Owen said softly, looking at them and putting on his best smile. “It’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you.”
The soft frills on its head twitched slightly as it looked at him then they tilted their head to the side, as if examining him from different angles. Owen did his best to look non threatening, staying still as he could with his arms at his sides.
For a few more moments it stayed still too and it felt like they were studying him with those wide red eyes.
And then they started to move, scuttling towards him so fast that he couldn’t do anything to avoid it.
Up close he could see the mandibles on their face move and then it sprayed something at him, hitting him in the face. Owen cried out as whatever it was stung his eyes, and skin causing him to cry out from the sudden pain. Whatever it was made his vision blurry and the tears that sprung to his eyes didn’t help. He found himself stumbling backward, but his limbs felt stiff and he tripped, falling backward onto the floor with a groan.
With his blurred vision he saw the creature move over him and he couldn’t really do anything. He wanted to move, or to push it away, but he found he couldn’t. His limbs felt heavy and stiff and he knew it wasn’t just from the fall. Whatever it had sprayed in his face must have done something to him to render him helpless.
This wasn’t something he’d ever heard of happen before in any mothman sighting and he had a definite sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
The creature’s legs grasped onto him, holding tight onto him. Then the dark shape above him became bigger and then he felt it lift him up from the ground and he was flying.
It was a strange sensation, flying like this, knowing that there was nothing under him but air and a long drop. Owen knew he was completely dependant on the creature holding him for his survival, that if it let him go he would fall to the floor and die. Maybe it was for the best he was currently immobile, because if he struggled than he would sure slip from its grip.
As his vision started to return he realised that the creature didn’t take him far, flying into part it of the warehouse through an opening in the roof. The creature released him, letting him drop to the floor and he was grateful that the drop was brief, that they were actually in some kind of attic space instead of the main warehouse.
The relief he felt was short lived as the creature was soon on him again, this time its limbs moved on him. Sharp claws tore his clothing to shreds and he was powerless to stop it. In moment be was lying there with the tattered remnants of his clothing scattered around him. The cord holding the camera around his neck had been cut, the device tossed to one side but still angled in his general direction. He wanted to cry out, to beg for help, but the words died in his throat.
He felt scared, more scared than he’d ever been in his life. He’d always thought it would be cool to meet a cryptid, that a sighting would be an interesting story to tell if nothing else. But instead he was terrified.
The creature moved off him, looking down at him with its wide, red eyes. He wanted to ask what they were going to do to him, then beg for it not to but he couldn’t say or do anything. Even if he could be doubted it would listen and even if it did he’d be stuck up here.
It used two of its limbs to lift him up from the floor carrying him across the room. Owen tried again to struggle, but he couldn’t even manage the slightest squirm. It chittered something from its mouth, then he felt heard something shoot out the creature’s body. He could see it out of the corners of his eyes, long strands of white going towards the ceiling. He’d never seen anything like it in person before, but he had seen it in films. It looked just like the webbing that spider-man would use. Which he supposed made sense as the creature was an insect, even though he’d never heard of mothman doing this.
Though that didn’t mean much, maybe this was normal behaviour for all he knew, just that it was something that hadn’t been seen before. After all there were plenty of animals whose behaviour was still relatively unknown, despite being known and studied for years.
Owen had a sudden sinking feeling that maybe this had been seen before, but the person that saw it was never seen again.
The creature attached the webbing to him so that he was now hanging from the ceiling horizontally. Its limbs had adjusted his position so that his legs were spread wide and for a moment he couldn’t work out why he was in such a position.
That was until he got a good look at the creature again and suddenly he knew why.
Between the creatures multiple legs he saw a large thing. He might have thought it was another kind of limb or over appendage, but its location and general shape made it obvious that it was the creature’s dick.
The implication sent conflicted feelings through him. First there was the obvious fear of whatever was going to happen to him. But there was also a wave of arousal mixed with slight pride, that he’d gotten the creature into this state. He felt his own cock twitch between his legs at that and he swallowed, feeling a small amount of shame.
The creature came between his legs and Owen felt something between them. It wasn’t the thing that looked like a cock, but something else went between his cheeks. Whatever it was sprayed something along his cleft, some kind of slick fluid that went everywhere. It was a strange sensation but not an unpleasant one, especially when the slickness landed on his hole. It seemed to find his opening, squirting more of the slickness into him. If he could groan he probably would have and he felt that it was getting him ready for what was surely to come.
The appendage that was between his cheeks, whatever it was, pulled away from him. He felt a slight pang of disappointment at that loss. That soon faded as his cheeks were spread and he felt the tip of the creature’s dick slot it’s between them. It chittered again as it shifted against him, adjusting the movements until it catches his hole. As soon as it does it pushes into him, the slick fluid seeming to ease its entrance into him.
Owen wanted to cry out as it thrust into him fully, but all he could manage was a slight groan. The fullness of the shaft inside him felt overwhelming, and he guessed that whatever it had sprayed into him was what made it filling him so easy. It was definitely bigger than anything he’d had inside of him before, the thick shaft feeling much larger than any belonging to a human.
Fuck.
After staying fully seated in him for a few moments it started to move, withdrawing the shaft. He found himself letting out a small whimper at the loss, missing it already and the creature made that chittering sound again. It shifted and the shaft filled him again, another soft moan leaving him as it thrust into him.
Owen’s eyes fluttered as the creature started to move again, only this time it didn’t wait and thrust into him almost as soon as it pulled back. Every thrust of it into him caught that spot that made him see stars, making more sounds of pleasure leave his lips. He still couldn’t let out loud noises or speak, but right now that didn’t matter. As strange as this whole thing was there was no escaping how good it felt to be filled by the creature.
If his limbs weren’t still so stiff he’d probably have a hand between his legs, stroking himself as the creature fucked him. He wondered if there was some way to get the creature to touch his neglected cock, but what would it even touch him with?
Every so often the creature made those chittering sounds and he wasn’t sure what they meant be he hoped that it was a good thing. Maybe it was the creature’s equivalent of moans, or maybe it was trying to communicate something to him that he couldn’t grasp. Either way the creature kept on thrusting into him, some of its limbs moving to hold onto his legs even though it felt unnecessary.
Owen sure how long the creature thrust into him, having no sense of time whatsoever, but eventually it thrust hard into him and then stayed deep inside of him. When it didn’t pull out Owen was confused, even more so when he felt the shaft move. It wasn’t moving in the sense it was pulling out, but more like something was going along the length of it. It made another sound, different from the earlier chitters and one he couldn’t exactly describe and then he felt whatever it was leave the shaft inside him.
He thought it might have been its cum, or whatever this creature spilled inside, but this felt different. It didn’t feel like liquid hitting his insides but instead things that were more solid and squishy. After the first wave there was another, and another, the squishy things filling him up, some pressing against his spot. Owen gasped, the feeling of it too much and he came hard over himself untouched.
His sudden orgasm meant that he lost track of how many waves of these squishy things filled him. If he had to guess it was more than five, probably closer to ten, though he wasn’t sure. When the last of them filled him he felt something else follow, something sticky and that dripped out of his hole when the creature finally pulled.
If Owen was overwhelmed before he was even more so now and when he managed to look down at himself his belly looked fuller than before, rounder. Only now did his mind supply a theory on what the many squishy things were inside him, that they weren’t the creature’s version of cum, but they were eggs. Which he supposed was kinda like cum, in a sense. But what did that mean?
Again he’d never heard that this had happened to anyone, which could be a bad thing, but it could also be that people were worried they’d be thought of as crazy or even be embarrassed by this. He didn’t though. He felt oddly proud of this, though he wasn’t sure if he would share this experience with anyone even if he did get out of here.
The creature moved away from him and its limbs were on his legs, only this time it was pressing them back together. His limbs were still stiff and immobile, and Owen wondered just how long this would last as they didn’t feel any less stuff than when it first happened. Would it be like this for hours? Or maybe even longer?
It started to moved around him, making soft chitters as it went. He felt like it was looking him over again, though it was hard to tell due to how different its eyes were. It used its limbs on him to manipulate him so his arms were by his sides. After circling him completely once it stopped at his feet and then he felt something spray against the . It was like whatever webbing that held him up only this time instead of spraying it at the ceiling it was instead wrapping him up.
It started at his legs, binding them together in layers of the sticky webbing, from his feet all the way up to his hips. It felt really strange, soft and sticky but not completely unpleasant, it just felt odd.
After a few moments it started up again, spraying the webbing over his crotch and ass, before starting to cover the upper half of his body. The webbing stuck his arms in place at his sides as it wrapped him up, and he watched as his whole chest became wrapped in it.
Suddenly Owen started to panic, as he wondered exactly why this creature was doing this to him. He was already immobile so wrapping him up like this seemed pointless to him but he had a feeling that it was doing this to him with a purpose, one he couldn’t see right now.
Once it got to his neck it stopped again and he felt it look at him with those bright red eyes. They really were quite beautiful and he wondered what was going on its head behind them. It chittered again and he could feel its limbs holding him while it used others to get the webbing holding him in place. It cradled him as it skittered across the floor, taking him further along the attic space, away from the hole they had entered in and his tattered clothing.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the red light of his camera, indicating it had filmed the whole thing.
After a little while the creature moved him around so that he was now upright instead of horizontal and it took off again flying them up above the floor. He felt it shoot out more webbing, attaching it to the ones that were wrapped around him. Owen gasped when it let him go, but the webbing was strong enough to hold him from the ceiling even now that he was higher up. It chittered again, seemingly satisfied that it had worked.
Owen looked down as best he could, feeling a sinking feeling again in his belly. Even if he his feeling did return and he could escape this webbing the fall to the floor below would surely break him.
The creature moved around him again and he felt fresh webbing against him, only this time it was around his head. It started around his neck, then his chin, then his mouth and then his eyes. The last thing he noticed, other than the creature, before his vision was block was that there was something, no, someone, cocooned in the same way he was.
Once his head was fully encased in the webbing he felt something else land on the outside of it and then it felt like the outside of it was hardening. Inside it was still soft and sticky against his skin, but the outside felt like it had become more solid, like a shell.
Fresh fear went through him, accompanied by the realisation that he wasn’t going to be getting out of here anytime soon. Again he thought that maybe the reason no one had mentioned this behaviour was that they simply didn’t make it out of it.
His brain suddenly decided to remind him of a nature documentary, where some kind of insect laid its eggs in something, bought it underground and the eggs would hatch and devour the creature alive. Was that what was going to happen to him? He hoped not, but it seemed likely and now that the thought had entered his mind he knew he wouldn’t be able to think of anything else.
All he could do was hang there, immobile and encased in webbing, completely helpless as his mind spiralled at the possibilities.
