Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Beastly Possession	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 26740 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is the property of Hiro Mashima. I make no money, I just do this for my own pleasure.

Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
Warning: This is pure "high octane nightmare fuel." Do NOT read while eating.
Disclaimer: I must accept defeat. Hiro Mashima created Fairy Tail and I'll never beat him. I can only augment his genius. We're probably both going to hell for unleashing such a monster onto this world. Then we'll sit together for tea and scones with the Devil.

Chapter 11

Doing Something Good
"No, stop it!"
Three men chuckled cruelly as they pinned down a struggling woman. Her hair, which she had spent hours fixing into a modest yet trendy chignon, was now pulled loose with strands ripped free and sticking out. She thrashed against their thick arms, sobbing at the feeling of utter helplessness.
"What's the matter, Nicci?" one of her captors asked in a slithering tone. "You're the one who came to us. You walked in here willingly, right?"
She pulled against them in anger. "You...you said you wanted me to model. You had a card and everything. You said it was a photo shoot. You liar!" She lurched at him only to get held down tighter.
"Oh, but it is a photo shoot. See in the corner, the camera is rolling, and it's going to catch every sexy expression you give us, Nicci. Be a good girl and you'll be famous all over Fiore."
"No!" she screamed, straining against their hands.
"Haha, she's soft," a dark-haired man said, groping her breasts. "I wanna see her boobs."
"Toby, you're fucking obsessed with breasts."
"Shut the fuck up, Charles. Help me get her shirt off."
She cringed away from the lecherous touches. "Don't touch me. You scum! You bastards!"
"You've got quite a mouth on you, sweetheart." The one named Toby began to grope her and unbutton her blouse. "Such creamy skin. And look at this bra. Black lace!"
The blond named Charles laughed mockingly. "Leather skirt and lace bra? Only sluts wear stuff like this."
Toby pressed her breasts together to deepen the cleavage. "I bet you were expectin' some sorta ecchi photography, right? Think you're some gravure idol? You're quite experienced, aren't you, missy! Let's see what's under the lace."
He ripped her bra in half, exposing her chest. Nicci gasped in shock. She saw the hunger in these wretched men's eyes. Their looks terrified her. She realized that these men did not even see her as a human, but purely as a slab of meat to be played with, eaten, and then tossed aside. She howled as the man began to lick her breasts. It made her tingle inside, yet she hated it. She felt like vomiting at the disgusting touches.
The third one in their group had curly auburn hair, paunchy around the middle, a calmer attitude yet far more deadly by the calculating gleam behind his glasses. He adjusted the camera a little, made sure everything was in place, then came forward tugging on his belt. "Spread her!" he ordered.
Toby popped his mouth off of the woman's breast. "But Tom..."
"I'll take her how she is. We can play more with her later."
The blond man scoffed. "You idiot, Tom. You have no patience."
"Shut up, Charles! You're ready to mess your pants just watching her struggle."
Nicci screamed as the men grabbed her thighs and yanked them apart. "Oh please, no! No!" she sobbed. "Someone...someone help me!"
"Ain't no one but us, sweetheart," Charles said, licking up her thigh. "Get her skirt up. I'll get her panties."
"Stop!" Nicci shrieked.
"Don't worry. See." The man named Tom held up a square packet. "I'm using a condom. Now you don't have to worry about getting pregnant and can just enjoy it. You should be thankful I put out the money to buy a whole box of these, just for you, Nicci. I'm a thoughtful man, aren't I?"
"Haha, yeah right," Toby laughed, straining to hold down Nicci's thrashing hips. "You only brought those so there's no DNA evidence."
"Shut up, Toby. Don't worry, Nicci," Tom said as he dropped his pants and proudly showed off the erect weapon. "I'll make it feel real good."
"Please...please don't do this. Pleeeeeease," she sobbed. Nicci growled in frustration and terror as she yanked every way she could to try and force her legs back together.
Charles looked around. "Guys, did you hear something?"
"You chickening out?" Toby teased him. "All I hear is her heart pounding hard." He leaned his head against her breasts and slowly kneading them with his fingers. "She must be excited."
"Oh, she'll be excited once I get this big thing in her," Tom chuckled as he ripped open the condom packet with his teeth, then rolled the thin sheath over him. "Damn, tight fit. That's why I hate condoms. You really should feel thankful, Nicci." He stepped up between her thighs and pressed her legs a little further apart. "Hold her tight, boys. This'll be a rough ride!"
"Nooooo!" she howled.
A growl echoed hers, and the three men stopped. Tom yanked his pants up, Toby pulled out a knife, and Charles raised his fists. They looked around nervously. No one was supposed to be in this abandoned building, yet they heard steamy breathing. At the end of a dank hallway, they saw a darker shadow amidst the normal shadows, a hunched creature with two glowing red eyes.
Tom sneered. "The hell..."
Before he could speak, the beast leaped forward. Its claw sliced into Charles' stomach, shredding through skin, muscle, and intestines like a hot knife through butter.
The blond doubled over in shrieks of agony. "Oh God...oh God, it's gonna kill me. T-Tom...help..."
The beast sneered at him. "Bad," it hissed in an airy word of warning.
Then the beast's hand thrust hard into the gaping wound, squishing upward through organs and layers of fat, hissing delightedly as it plunge into the steamy guts. Charles' face went pale, and blood shot out his mouth. He tried to scream, but his body was in shock far beyond the ability to register such pain. He jolted as the beast yanked on something. Slowly, the dark creature pulled his hand out, dripping thickly with blood and gory bits. In its claws, it clutched a still-beating heart. The beast held the pulsing muscle up for Charles to see.
"Bad heart," it said. Then the talon-like hand squished tightly, crushing the throbbing muscle and sending blood gushing between its fingers. Slowly, Charles slid to the ground, already dead. The beast dropped the heart next to the body, then licked its fingers. "Bad heart, bad blood."
Toby had wet his pants at seeing such gruesome butchery happen to his best friend, yet under the horror laid anger, a need for revenge. "You bastard!" he screamed.
The beast swung around with a sneer. "All...bad!"
It bared its fangs, hissing a roar. Then its back legs coiled and sprung. Leathery wings flapped, letting it soar through the room and toward Toby. The man made a swipe with his knife, but the beast's claw slashed at the hand, ripping it apart down to the bone. Toby had less than a second to scream in pain before those gleaming fangs ripped into his throat, chewing out a massive hole. The beast suddenly pulled back with a disgusted snarl and spat out a red stream. Toby tried to grab at the gaping hole, wheezing his breaths, stumbling around with blood spurting out thickly.
"Bad blood. Sick blood." The beast spat again, clearing its mouth of the blood it sensed had diseases. It pulled away with a disappointed look in its fiery eyes. "No more?"
Just then, Tom fired a gun, ripping a hole through the beast's wing. It turned at him, eyes glowing like flaming coals.
"One more," the shadowy creature smiled.
Tom fired again twice before the beast pounced and slammed the paunchy man against the wall. The rapist smelled the metallic scent of blood and felt the beast's breath on his face. Up close now, he saw that the beast was a very dark shade of brown, nearly black, with mocha brown webbing on the wings. He was shocked to see that, despite the glowing eyes and fangs, the face was that of a man. Its teeth dripped crimson with the blood of his friends.
The beast tilted its head a little with a devilish grin. "Is scary, yesss?"
Tom sobbed in terror. "Y-yes!"
"Is fun?" the dark creature asked.
"N-n-n-no! It's...it's not fun at all."
"No," the beast agreed. "Is scary. Want more?"
Tom cringed as he felt the claws rack over his throat. "Oh, please God, no!"
"No. No want. Is scary. Is bad. What you do...is scary. Is bad. All...is bad."
Then the beast dived in, chewing at the man's throat and shredding his fat belly with massive claws. Tom gave an inhuman howl while the beast purred in hungry satisfaction.
"Good blood, this one," it said in delight as both beast and prey slid down to the ground.
"Oh God, please stop!" Tom shrieked. His eyes caught sight of Nicci still sitting on the table they had placed her on. He reached out to her in a final plea of desperation. "H-Help...me," he gurgled as thick, purplish clots of blood bubble up, spilling over his lips and down his chin.
The beast looked up at the outstretched arm, hummed curiously, then bit into the bicep muscles, ripping out chucks of flesh and meat. Tom howled and sobbed. The beast chuckled in pleasure, then tore apart the man's stomach and began to munch on the feast waiting just under the fat flesh.
Nicci yanked her clothes back together and slid off the table, hoping to keep low and out of sight. She was not sure if she could even stand. She shook in a terror she had never before experienced, not only from the dread of the rape just a moment ago, but now the horrific butchery taking place. If she did not escape while the beast was busy, she would be next! She looked around desperately, trying to remember how to get out of this building, but her brain was overwhelmed with fear, all thoughts muted by the pounding of her heart. She scurried over the floor until she bumped into something soft and looked down. She had backed into Charles' body, soaked in blood and no longer moving. Right next to her hand was the crushed heart, still twitching as it moved on internal impulses. She froze and swallowed back an acidic shot of bile.
Slowly, she rose to her feet. Her knees felt like jelly, and she held onto the table where the camera was still filming. The sounds of the beast eating and the croaking last groans from her rapist made her cover her mouth to keep from vomiting. She prayed she could escape unnoticed while the beast gorged itself. She turned to flee, but something whooshed past her, blocking the doorway. She stopped sharply as glowing eyes and massive wings prevented her from leaving.
"Stay," the beast hissed with stringy bits of small intestines dangling from its mouth.
She cringed back in terror until her back hit a wall. She looked behind her, but there was no way to escape. She was now trapped, her only route to freedom blocked. The beast's red eyes gleamed hungrily at her. A fiercely sadistic grin rose on its face, making her shiver in a sort of fear she had not known before, not even with the rapists. This was an entirely different form of terror. It was not the fear of humiliation and possible pregnancy. It was fear for her very life.
The beast licked its fingers casually and wiped aside the offal of its victim. "Good blood, that one. But too fat. You smell better."
The creature leaped at her, and Nicci looked away, realizing this was the end, praying only that it did not hurt too much. Then suddenly two hands hit the wall behind her, stopping the creature. She could feel its blood-scented breath mere centimeters away. Urine rushed down her legs, yet she hardly noticed it. She whimpered, fearing that instead of a quick kill, this beast would toy with her like the men had done.
Instead, she heard weary panting. Slowly, she peeked an eye open and saw the face of a teenage boy with dark brown skin and long, wavy, black hair. He was naked, and as she watched, the wings shrank back into his shoulder blades. When his eyes looked up, the red glow of a moment ago slowly faded to golden-brown irises.
"Are...are you hurt?" the teen panted wearily. His voice was at the stage of having just cracked yet not completely settled into its new depth.
She gasped a little to hear him speak in a civilized tone. His face looked worried, and she saw a gentleness in his narrow eyes. "No...not much. Just from where those men hit me."
"But...not by...by me, right?" he panted.
"No," Nicci said hesitantly.
He smiled in relief, and with his grin Nicci saw that, although the huge fangs were gone, the boy still had sharpened canine teeth. An instant later, his head fell onto her shoulder as his strength nearly failed him.
"Good," he sighed. "I'm glad I stopped it in time. Umm, where am I? Am I anywhere near Magnolia?"
"Th-this is Magnolia," she shivered, still uncertain and too terrified to let hope win over just yet.
"Really?" He sounded delighted in his exhaustion. "Finally. Good. That's...really good. Have...have there been murders?"
Nicci's gaze turned to the three men and the splattered blood. The boy looked behind him to follow her gaze. Charles was lying face-down in a puddle of blood with a crushed heart dropped beside him. Toby had died propped against a wall, his throat mostly gone and his head hanging at an awkward angle. Tom had been ripped to shreds, his body cavity mostly empty, with pieces of entrails scattered around his partially devoured body.
"Ah. I guess I did that, huh?" the boy realized sadly. "Besides them, have you heard any rumors of people being killed?"
"Y-Yes," she breathed in fear.
"For how long?"
"I...I'm not sure. Two or three weeks?"
"That long, huh?" he muttered. "Damn, the time between being awake is getting longer. Look, I...I'm sorry if I scared you. Were these men friends of yours?"
"No!" she cried out in disgust. "They...they attacked me. They were going to...to rape me."
"Oh. So I...I saved you, huh?" He wiped some sweat off of his brow and swallowed down exhaustion. "That's good. I...I did a good thing. Yes...saving someone is good." He smiled to her, and the poor woman uncertainly returned it with tensely lifted lips. "You're safe. Good. But...but you need to get out of here quickly. I'm not sure how long I can stay sane, so...so run, and don't stop until you get to safety. If you can, find someone from Fairy Tail and tell them...the dragon needs a slayer. They'll know what I mean."
He moved aside and slid down the wall. Once on the ground, his hands ran through his long, black hair. Then, not hearing movement, he looked up at the woman.
"Can you walk?" he asked.
"Um, yes, I think so," she decided uncertainly, still anticipating him to leap at her as soon as her back was turned.
"Then please, get out of here. I don't want to kill anyone else."
She took a few steps toward the door, but then looked back with worry. The teen had already dropped his head back into his arms. "What's your name?"
He glared up with a cranky look in his face. "Have you no sense of self-preservation?"
"Well, if the Fairy Tail mages ask who sent that message, I need to know your name, right?"
His gaze drifted off to the dead bodies. "They don't know me anyway. No one does, and I don't want my name known to the authorities or they'll make trouble for my family."
"I won't tell the army then. Please, sir, I'd like to know the name of the man who saved my life."
"Saved you?" he laughed wryly. "I very well could have eaten you. You were just lucky I managed to regain consciousness. Still...I'm Balaur Blackstone, age sixteen."
"Nicci Bonder," she said with a bow. "Nice to meet you. Um...do you need anything? Clothes?" she asked, eying his naked body. He had an amazing muscle-tone for such a young age.
"I'll borrow off of these guys," Balaur said, nodding down to the dead bodies. "You're a nice girl. I don't want you getting hurt, so please hurry and inform Fairy Tail. I'll try to stay here, but I don't want you coming back, not unless it's with a dragon slayer."
"Got it. Thanks and...um...I hope you feel better." Then Nicci ran, glad to get far away from there.
Balaur smiled to himself and sank a little lower. "Seems like a good girl. I'm glad...I'm really glad...I didn't kill her like all the others. This time, at least. This time," he hummed, drifting off with a dark thought. "They can help me, right? Fairy Tail, they...they have dragon slayers. They can...help me...heal me...or if not..." Balaur glanced over to the three bodies. "If not...they can kill me. I want this nightmare to be over. I hate it. I hate it so much. I don't like being bad. I wanna be...to be good. Good boy, yes. Good."

Farther to the North
"Nooooo!"
Natsu woke up from one of his spells to find blood on his hands and splattered over his bare chest. He held out those incriminating red hands, staring in horror and shivering in fear that he truly had no clue what just happened, how all this blood got on him, or where he was.
"No! Oh please, no! I couldn't have...not a person. It was an animal, right? It had to be."
The dragon slayer looked around, but the meadow surrounding him was empty except for the flowers that chased away any other smells. He rose to his feet, sniffed, and followed a scent until he found his scarf. That was the first thing he had to recover. Wearing the scarf always made him feel more human. Then he looked at the surrounding land.
"A farm," he spotted. "I just...I killed livestock, right? Just like...a sheep or a...a chicken maybe. That's all." He looked at his bloodied hands again. "Just an animal...right?"
There was a scream from the farmhouse. Natsu turned around, but instincts told him to duck. He dropped just in time to miss a bullet aimed at his head.
"Get him!" came shouts of anger.
Natsu saw a mob of men with guns, scythes, and pitchforks running toward him. "Did...did I kill anyone?" he shouted to the pursuers.
"Oh, you killed something alright, you bastard," an angry farmer yelled.
"Something?" Natsu cried out as he gathered his discarded shirt and a few bags he had gathered with tools that were useful in the wilderness. "What did I kill? Was it a human?"
There was another bullet, and Natsu felt it hit the side of his arm, slashing skin, until blood flowed down heavily.
"Almost hit him that time. Keep at him, boys!"
"You bastards," Natsu growled, grabbing his arm to put pressure on the wound. "Please, I'll leave your farm alone, just tell me what I did?"
"Kill him!" the mob roared.
Natsu knew he could have fought off mere farmers, but these people were innocent. He was the killer! A part of him thought he deserved to be beaten up, strung up, justice done for whatever it was he did. However, just as he thought about given in to the angry mob, a darker side to him bubbled up.
"No," he whispered angrily. "No, I have to live. Freedom! Soar! Somewhere quiet. Yessss," he hissed, and his eyes slowly began to glow red. "Want alone. Want freedom."
Natsu felt wings sprout from his back, less painful now than the first few times, and he flew into the air. He heard more gunshots, but none hit him. With a few flaps of his wings, he was over the trees, flying with a liberating shout of joy. He made it to the top of a cliff and landed heavily.
"Away. We're away. Freedom." Then he grabbed his head and shook it furiously. "No! I'm not losing to you. Stupid wings. Go away!" Obeying, the wings shrank back into his body, making Natsu scream in agony at the transformation. "Why? Why does it hurt so much worse changing back into me more than it hurts changing into that...thing...that beast?"
He sighed once the pain was done and looked around at the farm below. There was a crowd in one of the animal pens, but he could not see what had died. Natsu prayed that meant he had not murdered an actual person. Then he looked down at his hands again. He sniffed deeply, but he smelled many things on his skin.
"There's the scent of raw eggs and chicken droppings. A chicken coop? Was I stealing eggs? But there's another animal scent. Smells like Lucy's spirit Capricorn. A goat then? And I...touched a person," he realized, sniffing harder. "Perfume, smells like rosewater. A girl? But there's another scent in the blood."
His stomach twisted at the idea, but he decided to lick his hands. It was a timid lick at first, yet his eyes fluttered closed at the ecstasy that shivered through him at the taste. The blood was still warm and fresh. A deep growl rumbled within him as his tongue moistened his fingers, licking all sides and sliding between them. He lapped at the webbing between his fingers, sliding his tongue back and forth. Then he plunged two fingers into his mouth to suck the sanguineous taste off of him. Deep hums reverberated out of his throat.
"Blood...good. Want." He slurped up the thick crimson clots. "Yessss, want more..." His eyes opened fast, and a hint of red glowed in them. Then his eyes narrowed in fury. Natsu shouted and shook his head vigorously. "No! No, go away!"
He collapsed onto the ground, grabbing at his pink hair until he nearly ripped it out. He let out a piercing shout into the pre-dawn sky. It echoed over the cliff and around the fertile valley below. Then he stopped, down on his knees, his back arch as he stared up at the stars beginning to wink out.
"I...I did it. I won! I beat down the beast," he sighed, panting hard at the exertion it took just to stay normal. Then Natsu laughed in relief. It felt so good to declare such a personal victory that he felt tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. "I won," he sighed in exhaustion.
He realized his scalp felt foul, and he saw that the blood on his hands had come off into his hair, staining the pink strands red. He ignored that for now and focused again on the tattling evidence of violence on his hands.
"Goat...goat blood. And sheep wool under my nails, so a sheep too. Raw eggs. But I...I didn't taste human blood. Only the smell of having touched someone. Good," he smiled wearily. "That's...good. I'm still good. I didn't kill any people so...so that's...that's good."
Natsu grabbed a blanket out of his supplies and covered up, deciding to sleep right there in the open without even washing the blood off. He felt too weary to find a river. Right at that moment, all he wanted was to sleep for two days.

End of Chapter 11

A/N: These three men are based on two sex-fiend bastards I know and one disturbingly perverted asshole a reader asked me to kill off. Then there's Nicci Bonder, in memory of a friend who was raped and murdered just a few months after we graduated high school. You'll live on in my memory and in my story, Nic!
Say hello to Balaur Blackstone, our feral dragon slayer. Balaur is a multi-headed dragon from Romanian fairy tales. It is believed that the saliva of the balaur can form precious stones. That myth plays into his name Blackstone. In case you're wondering, he is an Earth Dragon Slayer.
- 10
- 11
- 12
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Beastly Possession