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Beastly Possession	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 26740 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: Hiro Mashima might love the manga Berserk, but I think even he would find this chapter...squicky. I warn you now, this chapter is not for the faint of heart. Consider it your Halloween horror treat.

Chapter 13

Want Lucy

Lucy and the gang had been traveling for over a week, and she was just about at her wits' end. Every morning, she woke up in a jolt from nightmares of red eyes and hellish growls, yet that never dampened her resolve to travel, hunting after Natsu, determined to find him and help him before it was too late. They followed clues, reports of flying creatures, frightened villagers whispering of crimson eyes in the dark, and farmers who had animals killed. Luckily, there were no reports of people being injured. That was a huge relief.

They got a message from Magnolia that morning about the feral dragon slayer, that he was called Balaur and just a teen not much younger than Lucy. Still, upon hearing Erza read the letter, Lucy had held her stomach where the beast who attacked her had nearly disemboweled her, and she shivered when she remembered how that beast had attempted to rape her. How could that have been a sixteen-year-old boy? Or had the beast that time also been Natsu? She did not know, not even Natsu knew if it was actually him that night, yet she could not imagine either type of boy hurting someone so terribly.

Hearing that Laxus had turned beastly due to the smell of the feral was also disturbing news. So far, Wendy showed no signs of trouble, but Lucy could see that the letter had the girl terrified. Laxus had transformed and attacked Gildarts. Wendy was such a gentle girl, so the fear that she might hurt her friends made her face a lot paler. Mirajane hugged Wendy most of that day, and Freed assured her that she should not have troubles. It was the scent produced by a feral dragon slayer that affected her. Reasonably, he explained, Wendy was safer out here in the wilderness, where that scent was not around. No scent, no transformation.

Of course, that was assuming Natsu had not completely fallen into the level of a feral beast. Lucy wondered what the final change was. When did a dragon slayer merely going through "puberty" fall into a creature that could no longer be helped? She now wished she could have talked to Gajeel more before leaving so they could have a better idea of what to look out for. He gave them only a few warnings.

"He'll want to change," the iron dragon slayer had told them. "He'll struggle against it at first, but after a while he'd rather be the beast than face the hell he's living. It's better to surrender consciousness—or be dead—than continue struggling, knowing what the beast inside wants to do, knowing you're the one doing it. If he lets it slip that far, to where he willingly gives up control, he's a step away from turning feral. Cheerleader," Gajeel said, glaring at Lucy seriously, "if that fire-brat gets that far, do him a favor and knock him out. Keep him unconscious, through magic or drugs or keeping him pissed drunk, whatever you gotta do. Just don't let him suffer like that. Trust me!"

It was the only clue she had, but that would take finding Natsu and testing his current mental state.

Lucy stared up at the stars and said a quick prayer that they could reach Natsu again, and soon. She wanted to see him, hold him, comfort him so he never reached the point of wanting to give up or die. Yet that night he attacked her at the ball, he had told her to kill him if he tried it again. Did that mean he was already slipping? She just hoped they reached him in time.

"Natsu," she whispered into the night. She found the constellation Draco the Dragon. It made her think of her pink-haired Salamander. She realized...she missed Natsu dearly.

Somewhere to the West

Natsu laid out in the open. He was not even sure where he was anymore. Another valley, another abandoned field. He stared up at the stars. He bet Lucy knew which constellations these were, and probably the name of each major star. He had never been able to see pictures out of such far away points of light. Happy swore he saw fish in the sky. Of course, Happy saw fish in clouds, tree shadows, and burnt toast. To Natsu, they were just dots of light amidst the darkness.

Except for tonight.

Tonight, he saw Lucy's face outlined in celestial glory. He saw her smile, her large eyes, and even her lopsided ponytail. He saw her so clearly, he wondered if maybe Lucy was a Celestial Spirit too, and she was gazing down at him.

"Lucy," he moaned, feeling weakened from transforming back and forth so frequently in the past week. "Help me, Lucy. Even like this, I can feel it inside me. Oh Lucy, I...no," he sighed in regret. For how direly he yearned to see her again, he knew that he had not gained control yet. He was still dangerous to her. "You need to stay away. It wants you."

His eyes flickered red. "Yessss...want. Want girlie with good smell. Want touch her. Want taste her. Want fuck her."

Natsu growled and ground his fists into his eyes. "No! Stop," he screamed. "Not Lucy!"

He sat still, waiting worriedly, fearing that the beast might take advantage and rear up again. He was waiting for it, like waiting for a jack-in-the-box to pop. Nothing. The silence in his mind was almost more unnerving than the voice that sometimes tried to take over.

He began to cry softly, feeling as helpless as a child, more helpless than the day Igneel vanished without a trace. Whenever he thought about Lucy now, he saw her terrified face as he woke up to find their bodies conjoined. His last smell of Lucy had been highly sensual, and even if only for a few seconds, he had felt her burning heat sheathing him.

He hated that moment...and he loved it! It haunted him, and it enthralled him.

Slowly, Natsu reached down to his pants. The memory always made him aroused. Sure enough, just thinking about how moist, soft, and hot she had felt inside made him hard. He touched the bulge in his pants, and pleasure tickled through him. It was dark here. No one could see him. The only life was an owl in the distance and some sheep he could smell in a neighboring pasture.

"I broke you, Lucy," he whispered as his hand slowly undid his pants, freeing the swollen member straining inside. "I broke you, and I don't even remember doing it. This body did those things, but I wasn't in control. I can't remember! I'm the worst. I can't remember...thrusting into you." He hissed as his hand gripped himself hard and thrust downward, pulling the foreskin back. "I can't remember...kissing your lips, or sucking your breasts, or whether you moaned or screamed."

He stroked himself imagining Lucy's face, her massive breasts gleaming in a low light, her face looking so coy and blushing as he thrust waves of pleasure into her. He could almost smell that sensual aroma again, the musky scent of her juices mixed with the perspiration of exertion and that special floral aroma that only belonged to Lucy.

"I was a total monster that night. This beast acts on my wants and...and I want you, Lucy." He hissed as confessing that to the stellar outline of her face made his body feel hot. "I want you," he repeated, liking how good it felt to admit those feelings after such a long time working with Lucy and keeping silent about his desires. "I want you so much. Oh God, Lucy!" Natsu shuddered in sensual pleasure as his sharp teeth clenched from his stroking hand.

He wondered when it had happened. On Tenrou Island? He knew he had felt something then when he took her hand and, for the first time, noticed how soft her skin was. Or had it been even earlier? He remembered punching Gray once when the ice bastard began bragging that he was going to be the first to ask out Lucy. Of course, when Mirajane tried to goad Natsu into admitting he was in love, Natsu dismissed it as merely feeling competitive. He simply was not going to make it easy on the ice bastard, that's all! Yet part of his heart had burned at hearing Gray haughtily talking as if he could win over any girl with a few smooth words and a promise of ice cream and cake.

Lucy deserved more. She deserved better! She deserved...

Him!

"Gimme another chance, Lucy," he panted into the night, and his breath made little puffs of smoke in the chilly air. "Next time, it'll be better. I'll make it feel good. Reeeeal good. I'll make you moan in pleasure. I'll love you as long as you want. I'll last all night long if I have to, anything you want, anything you desire."

The calluses on his hands made jerking off a little rough. He now knew how soft a woman truly was. He knew how good it felt to be inside Lucy, the squishy feel of her walls, the softness and moist heat that his hands could never duplicate. The memory of that feeling, only a few seconds worth but still enough, made Natsu moan. He desperately wanted to feel her again now. The beast brought out his desires, and ever since this issue with transforming into that creature started, that hidden lust inside Natsu had begun to increase.

"Ahh...nngh!" Natsu moaned loudly, not caring since there were no people around to hear him. "Next time, Lucy. I'll do it properly next time. I'll be gentle. I'll show you I'm a man, not a beast. I'm not a beast!" he insisted, and panted heatedly into the night. "I want you, Lucy. I need you. I...I lo-...love...you."

He felt euphoria at being able to say it. The feeling shot straight down to his groin and made him shudder. His back arched up on the bare grass as his teeth gritted tightly against the throbbing pressure within him building to a peak.

"Oh God, I love you, Lucy!" he shouted.

He had been the one to bring her into the guild. He had approached her first about starting a team together. He had never bothered with forming a team before, but Lucy...Lucy was different. From the very beginning, he felt that. Lucy was gentle, sweet, funny. He sincerely wanted to protect her, unlike he had ever felt for anyone in Fairy Tail before, not even for Lisanna. No one else could protect Lucy like him. No one understood Lucy like him. Lucy was his by right. Finders keepers! First come, first served!

And now, he had claimed Lucy. He had been her first. Except...

He screamed into the night, "Why can't I remember it?"

On the brink of climaxing, he stopped masturbating and dug his fingers into the soft soil in fury. His cock twitched painfully in need, his balls felt like they were burning, yet he refused to touch himself more. He had done that horrible thing to Lucy, forced himself on her, taken her, broken her, stolen her innocence, and he could not remember a goddamn thing.

"I hate it!" he screamed. "I hate myself. I hate this beast in me. I hate it! I hate it!" His dirty fingers dug into his scalp and ripped at his pink hair. "Someone just kill me already!"

He grabbed his cock again, but this time it was to punish it. That horribly troublesome thing with a mind of its own had pierced into Lucy. The beast had stolen what Natsu wanted. It was the beast, but it was still his body. He despised his manhood for doing that. Natsu squeezed his shaft so hard, it was agonizing. His hand heated to an extreme, so hot his body could feel the flames. It made him scream, and his voice cracked at the genital pain. His cock deflated quickly, the life choked out of it.

"Stupid idiot!" he scolded of himself. "I am such a moron. I love Lucy? Damn, I'm such an asshole! What right do I have to love her? What right do I have to jerk off thinking about her? I'm the worst sort of pathetic scum in the world! I don't deserve that sort of pleasure after I hurt Lucy. I don't deserve happiness at all. Fuck!" he screamed, releasing his fury in that one word.

Once he felt himself completely soft again, he released the chokehold on his cock and collapsed back onto the field. That was going to hurt for a while. Yet pain wasn't enough! Such pain was nothing compared to what Lucy must have felt.

"What right do I have," he asked softly in exhaustion, "even to live?"

He sobbed thickly, choking on the tears until it felt like he was slowly drowning.

"Lucy," he sniffled. "Why did you forgive me? Didn't I hurt you? Didn't I...r-...ra-...r-rape you?"

Hearing himself admit that wracked a whole new level of self-hatred over him. He swallowed back a shot of acid from his stomach at the thought of what he had done.

"Or...or did you want it? Did you think it was me? It wasn't," he sniffled in guilt, "but maybe you thought it was. Maybe you gave in because you thought it was me. Maybe you forgave me only because you thought that was me being too bold due to the beast's influence. I wonder what you'll think when you find out the truth. Still...did you...maybe...like it?"

That was probably asking for too much, yet the only thing that kept him from castrating himself right then and there was a tiny bit of hope that Lucy possibly might have enjoyed it. After all, Lucy was strong, she would have fought a lot harder if she had hated it. He remembered how bruised and bloodied she had been after that first attack. Many of the bruises were from struggling against her attacker. If she had not wanted Natsu to touch her, she would have fought him hard. Her keyring had still been at her side, untouched. She could have grabbed it, called out help, and fought him. Instead, when Natsu regained consciousness that night, she had been lying under him, her cheeks flushed, her hands caressing his face. Although she had been crying, she had also been smiling and telling him it was okay. The fact that she did not fight against him led Natsu to hope beyond expectation that maybe Lucy thought it was him in control and allowed him to do those things to her.

If she wanted it, then it wasn't rape...right? If she allowed him to touch her like that, then perhaps it meant she wanted it, too.

"Lucy," he sighed plaintively. "Please don't hate me. I...I don't even want to live if you hate me. So find me, Lucy. Save me before I completely lose control. And then..." He smiled up at the stars, seeing her eyes twinkle in the heavens. "Then...I'll watch over you. I swear, I'll dedicate my whole life to making it up to you."

That private oath lightened the pain in his heart.

"I'm a beast, so I'll serve you like a loyal dog," he decided. "You can be my master, like you're master over all those Celestial Spirits. I'll take responsibility and protect you...for as long as I live."

The thought of watching over her every day for the rest of his life was too good to be considered a punishment. If he could do that, Natsu knew he would be happy. To stay with Lucy, serve her, be with her every day, maybe even move in with her so he could make her dinner, help her clean, and guard her house at night, was simply too good to hope for. Still, he meant it sincerely. He wanted to take responsibility. He had hurt her, so he would dedicate his life to protecting her.

The cathartic release of his anguish had an unexpected reaction. He felt himself getting aroused again.

"Are you kidding me?" he moaned, wishing he could simply will away such horniness. He looked down at the fully erect member and sneered at it. "I'm such a disgusting beast. I don't even want to touch myself, but this thing isn't going to go away on its own."

Just then, a sheep wandered into the field. It grazed casually, either not seeing him lying in the flowers or not caring. Natsu's eyes flickered red again.

"Want..."

He closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Oh hell no! That's...that's disgusting!"

The sheep must have thought him to be friendly because it wandered closer.

"No...go away," he panted, already feeling panicky as he felt a stirring in his mind. Pain spiked through Natsu's head. He grabbed the sides of his scalp as that wretchedly familiar sensation started up. "No! No, not again. You dumb sheep, shoo. Dammit!"

Animal instincts churned inside Natsu as he stared at the animal. All he wanted was to relieve the ache in his loins. But this...this was beyond being gross. This was bestial.

"I really am a horrible beast," he decided. Slowly, with his body moving on its own, Natsu rose to his feet. "No...no, stop! Don't...I won't let you take control."

One hand reached to his scarf, but Natsu caught his wrist and held it back by force. He had already figured out that the scarf was a break of some sort, keeping sanity intact.

"No! Not the scarf! You stupid beast, I won't let you."

Suddenly, the out of control hand sprouted long claws, and his fingers lengthened like the talons of a predatory bird. Natsu screamed as he saw how the beast was taking control one bit of his body at a time.

"No!"

The clawed hand snagged the scarf, then pulled away fast. Once that little scrap of protection was gone, Natsu shrieked as he felt his control vanishing.

"Want freedom!"

The sheep looked over at his shouts and bleated. Natsu's head swung toward it with fiery eyes and drool dripping hungrily. Then he grabbed his head and shook it hard.

"Get away, you dumb sheep. This isn't me! Don't trust me. I...I can't stop it anymore," Natsu explained as the sheep trotted a little away. "Come on, run away! I...I can't..."

That inner lust forced him on while the last shreds of his humanity screamed at him to stop.

"No!" he yelled, still fighting but unable to stop his legs from moving. "Wanna...wanna stay good." His eyes began to roll backwards. He felt his consciousness slipping and the beast rising forward. "I don't want to watch."

"Sleep," he hissed. His eyes fully turned red. "Yessss...sleep little slayer. You is good. Is okay. No watch. Stay good. Just sleep. I take over now."

The sheep realized he was getting too close, and it bleated again in fear. The beast coiled down in the long grass, then leaped forward, caught the sheep, and yanked it to the ground. The creature cried in terror. The sound gave the inner beast a thrill.

"Yesss, cry. Fear. Want freedom? Want help?" Eyes burned scarlet in the dark night, and wings spouted out from Natsu's back. The beast fully took over. "Yesss...want release. Want fuck. Want...girlie. Mmmm," the beast hummed. "Want girlie with good smell. Want fuck her."

It lined its cock up with the animal. The sheep's eyes were wide in terror. It struggled to break free, but sharp claws dug into the wool and down to the flesh.

"Want...Lucccccy!" As it hissed her name, the beast thrust into the poor ewe, making it cry out and balk. "Struggle, yessss! Fight! Fear! Fear me," it growled deeply.

The winged beast thrust a few more times, and the sheep gave ghastly cries as if it was being slaughtered from the inside. The beast snarled as it ravaged the animal.

"Want fuck. Want...blood!"

Fangs gleamed in the moonlight, then the beast chomped down on the sheep's throat. Its desperate bleats gargled while the beast lapped up the hot blood spurting from the artery it had ripped open. It growled at the satisfaction of both its carnal desires and its hunger.

"Fuck, good."

The dark creature roared up to the stars. Its tail whipped from side to side. Guttural cries of sadistic pleasure shattered the night. Growls of greed mixed with the dying, lonesome weeping of the sacrificial sheep.

"Want fuck," the beast howled, thrusting with each shout. "Fuck! Fuck! Want it! Want! Fuuuuuuck!"

The sheep cried out in agony as the claws dug into its skin, pulling it closer. Then the winged monster leaned over its prey and proceeded to eat the sheep while still alive and being assaulted so brutally. The death screams from the ewe chased away all other animals in the flower field. The beast rose up, blood dripping down its lips, neck, and chest. It snarled, then its head snapped back in one final thrust.

"Lucyyyyyyy!"

Natsu's face flinched as sunlight peeked over a mountain and shined into his eyes. He grumbled something about Happy closing the curtains, but slowly his eyes opened to a pinkish purple dawn sky.

"I feel like crap," he mumbled.

Slowly, feeling the familiar ache in his back and head, Natsu sat up. He was still in the flower field. His neck felt cold, and he reached to it only to feel bareness. The scarf was gone, and the whole front of his chest was covered in black flakes of dried blood. He looked at his hands to see they were also stained.

"Damn," was all he said.

This situation was getting to be more frequent, so the thought of horror and dread, fears about what he might have done the night before, were no longer affecting him. It was an apathetic acceptance that he must have killed something. So long as it was not a human, he tried not to worry about it.

Natsu rose to his feet and stretched high above his head. That was when he realized that he was completely naked. He looked down at his nude body with a hum of question.

"Well, that's different," he muttered, but it was not a big deal. He saw his pants nearby, his shirt was where he had left it, and the scarf had blown only a little away. "I feel like Gray, collecting all my clothes," he laughed to himself. "Now to find a river. I really need to bathe."

Natsu left the field without noticing the massive scene of carnage, bits of ripped wool, splattered blood and entrails, and the bones of the sheep left behind, hidden amidst the flowers.

End of Chapter 13

A/N: Whoa...intense. I was shivering while writing this. I debated for months about whether I should really add this scene—I am so not into bestiality—but remember, this is the beast in control, not Natsu. Poor Natsu probably had half a minute of realizing what the beast wanted before losing the battle, eventually wanting to give up consciousness in order to stay "good." That is my way of showing how Natsu's transformation is progressing. He's at a point where he would rather give up control passively in order to save his sanity, and it's easy to let the beast take over, whereas a few chapters ago it was agonizing. This shows he is really close to falling into the level of "feral."
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