The Monster Under the Bed (MasterOfUrMind and Black_and_White_Writer)

[MasterOfUrMind]

Note to readers: The following story contains scenes involving Soft Vore (where one partner is eaten whole by the other as part of the fantasy). If you do not wish to read such scenes, it is suggested that you stop reading now, but you'll be missing an awesome story.

In the darkness under the bed, I shifted a furry tentacle just enough to restore circulation to the limb. Most people don't think about how difficult it is to be a monster under the bed, to spend your nights on the cold, hard floor, while your human sleeps above you on a comfortable mattress, with sheets and blankets to keep her warm, but such is our life. Closet monsters have it easy by comparison.

One thing we have in common though is that very few humans understand our true purpose. Those that believe in monsters at all, and few enough do, assign us the role of their basest fears, the night terrors, the things that go bump in the night. Only the rarest of humans understand that we are there to save them from the true horrors, their own kind. Of course we cannot save them all, they are too many and we are too few, so we are selective, protecting those to whom we feel a special affinity, or those to whom we feel fate has something special in store. Of course, those we protect are also weak in some way, because the strong do not need protecting. Perhaps they are flawed in some way, or drawn to those that would hurt them, or just especially vulnerable.

Such a one I have protected for many years. It started with her father. She believes that he left her and her mother when she was 8, but that is not what happened. I ate him. I had to, I knew what he was going to do to her, that innocent 8-year-old girl. I made sure he never had the chance. Her father's disappearance affected her in ways I could not have guessed, but on the whole, I think the trauma of that was less than the alternative.

After that, I tried to be more subtle. Once, when she was bullied at school, I spent a few weeks under the bed of the class bully. When the rest of the class found out he was wetting his bed every night for fear of the dark, they never let him bully anyone again. There were other cases, many of them. In hindsight I realize that perhaps I should have let her fight some of her own battles, but I hated seeing her suffer and I always felt I was doing the right thing at the time.

I shifted again. You'd think by now I would have found a comfortable way to lay under this bed for hours, but I always had to move a bit from time to time to keep various parts of my anatomy from falling asleep. Just then I heard the key rattle in the lock, and voices coming in from outside as the door swung open. She wasn't alone, there was a man with her. She seemed to accept his presence, but to me he seemed wrong somehow. He moved like a predator stalking its prey. I could smell alcohol on them both and I realized her judgement was likely to be seriously impaired. I decided to wait and see how things turned out before I made any rash decisions.

 

[Black_and_White_Writer]

Kelly entered her room with Brad, her boyfriend of two weeks now. She stumbled into her room and her unseen friend under the bed noticed her slender legs encased in her stylish biker boots. The various buckles, straps and chromed parts glinted in the low light if her room and his hearts skipped a bit almost as she sat down on her bed. She rummaged into her bag for something, then got up, the bed lifting from her light weight, she scooted down on her knees to his lair.

"Ah there you are!" She cried triumphantly. Her delicate hand snatched the CD that had been kicked under her bed after she'd dropped it cleaning her room for her mother. Her friend wasn't concerned. Due to their symbiotic relationship, the pheromones be secreted created a cloak that Kelly couldn't see through. For all intents and purposes there was nothing under her bed.

She stood up and her 'companion' decided to slither one of his fully molted tentacles under the bed to 'watch' the room. The pale, undulating, pulsing tentacle slithered to the edge of the bed, peering out all but invisible it suddenly stiffened when it saw her.

Kelly stood in front of her dresser, watching her reflection as she adjusted the silken top hat she'd purchased. It sat on one side of her great pile of bright red tresses. Piled up in a steam punk style with her goggles on its brim she smiled. Her long skirt kicked back from in front of her and she adjusted her stockings. The suspender clasps blackness marked a contrast to her pale skin. The leather corset was the finishing touch, pushing her averagely sized bosom into large pale globes of desire to her companion. She fluffed up the ruffles of her frilly blouse as she watched her boyfriend looking at her. She made sure her beautiful smokey dark make up accentuated her pale green eyes. Her bright Scarlett lips glistened in the light as she noted her closed curtains and looked at her beau.

"Like whatcha see?" She inquired.

Brad walked into the room and noted the Portland rapist of 1919. He remembered the young girl he'd bonded to in Oregon in 1901, the year he arrived in Portland. He knew then and it was only confirmed now that Kelly's beau was a vampire. The mortal enemies of the wood-pusses. The wood puss were a race of octopus like creatures that lived in the woods of the worlds of man. They grew to a size of roughly 5 feet with tentacles of up to 20 feet. Their human looking eyes and a large flower like opening under their tentacle skirt was the portal to their own dimension of Octomans a swampy world of rolling hills and woods and vast swamp lands filled with so many beautiful mythical creatures... and many human females, the mother to the Wood puss species.

To have lost one so beautiful and special to his species was a scar that he'd born so long. He had suppressed his connection to his realm to spare them sensing his overwhelming loss.

Now at last he could avenge himself upon his vile mate murderer. The danger Kelly was in making his five hearts pound in anticipation and fear. For as strange a creature as he was, he was vulnerable and could be killed by a human quite easily. A vampire was a far more dangerous creature than a human as unlike himself or humans they had no souls, they were stolen the moment a human or human/vampire was created.

So he waited...

 

[MasterOfUrMind]

I was completely on edge, Kelly was in mortal danger, and not only was she not aware of it, but I wasn't sure what to do about it. Vampires, or the KIndred, as they called themselves, were killers, plain and simple. Their prey was often our charges, those humans that attracted my kind for their uniqueness and vulnerability, seemed to attract the Kindred too. So war raged between us, no less vicious if the battles were carried out over decades or even centuries.

But much like humans, my kind was ill-equipped to fight directly against born killers with supernatural speed, strength, agility and senses. Still, at certain times, the Kindred were especially vulnerable. Particularly when they were feeding. Then with the beast whispering in their mind, they could think of little else than draining the victim dry. I would have to wait and plan my strike carefully. Vampires were hedonistic creatures by nature, and this one in particular liked to indulge himself. He would lure her into bed first, distract her mind with sex, and only then would he strike.

I would have to wait, but the thought of letting him have sex with Kelly made me insanely jealous. I had never, until this moment, thought of Kelly as mine, at least not in a sexual sense. But suddenly, looking at her there, gorgeous with her smooth pale skin contrasted by her fiery red hair, primped and made up for him, that vile creature that had killed my mate, Helena, so many years ago, made me realize how much I wanted her. Now, at last, just as I might lose her.