Contest Entry: Pacific Lips

"Somewhere, in the Pacific Ocean just off the California coastline on Augest 14th, 2017, a creature appeared in our world through a portal to another dimension. A day later, it made landfall in Ventura. The tallest of the strange beasts yet, at nearly a hundred feet, it towered over most of the buildings in the small coastal city. Named "Silvertongue" for its light grey skin and long, frog-like tongue, it began to attack the city, using its tongue to spear through buildings, crushing cars and even buildings as it fed. A few hours later, it was driven back into the ocean by fighter jets. Since then, it's made numerous attacks on towns and cities along the California coast."

You almost start to tap your feet, but catch yourself. Even though the press conference has just started, you've been here for hours.

"Despite this, its overall threat level remains low- it possesses few natural weapons, save its prodigious size and tongue. It seems to mostly excel at evasion, which in addition to the enhanced regenerative abilities that all of their kind seem to possess, makes for a foe that's hard to put down."

You move your head to check your watch, only to realize you aren't wearing one. When would General Packar finally let you step out from behind the curtain?

"It's obvious that we need a new way to fight these things- an answer to our new enemies that's more direct and straightforward."

Here it comes...

"Tonight, I will give you that answer."

A pause. The curtains slowly part, and you take two steps forward, like you practiced. The crowd gasps, some almost losing their footing as your footfalls shake the ground. You look out over the crowd assembled on the beach; they almost look like ants from your perspective. A few begin to take pictures, while others start to back away. You raise your hand, and a large, metallic hand rises out of the corner of your vision, visible through the few feet of tempered glass that separates you from the outside world. You wave, and the metal hand mimics the movement. You can feel the wind resistance on your own hand- the rigging that translates your movements to that of the machine also replicating the machine's "sense" of touch to your own.

"We're calling it Vagrant Menace, because it will be ready to deploy at all times in case of attack, anywhere along the Pacific coastline, in less than an hour. In six months, we'll have another machine built; in twelve, we'll have four."

Grinning, you flex a little for the cameras, showing off the armor's mobility.

"Vagrant Menace can fly at Mach 4, and its armor can stand up to high-explosives. It's equipped with more firepower than most military bases. And it can kill anything that crawls out of the ocean deader than dead."

As the general finished his speech, a slow murmur went over the crowd, which gradually became a roar as they began to clap and cheer.

-Later-

"Well, that went well, I think," Packar said as you stepped out of the elevator that led to the mech's cockpit. You nodded in reply, and gave him a thumbs up- the "suit" you were wearing, you had discovered, muffled your speech to the point of incomprehensibility, and the helmet masked your facial expressions. This was partly because it was meant for communicating with mission control, and not in person, but it was also designed this way to help protect your identity. It was feared that if your identity was discovered, as one of the only people qualified to pilot the Vagrant Menace, that you could become a target- both for other countries, looking to steal the secrets to the machine's construction, and the few, scattered crazies who actually admired the monsters attacking humanity. Thus, your identity was strictly protected. As far as anyone else was concerned, your name was Vagrant Menace, your face was the chrome, stoic expression worn by your mech, and your voice was the steady thrum of its engines, and the roar of its weapons.

"You should get some rest. You'll need it- your job starts tomorrow." You nod once more, turning back to the elevator. In addition to the pilot's cockpit in the head, there was a small room in the mech's lower torso. It was small, cramped even, but it had enough room for a bed, a small fold out tray that served as a table, and a lockbox for your things. You opened the locker up, pulling out your lunch for tonight- a bottle of water and a few energy bars- as well as a file folder. Peeling the wrapper away from the first bar, you set the folder on your desk, and began to read the files inside after pulling off your helmet. You had pretty much memorized them both anyway, but it helped to have a refresher.

The first file was on your enemy, "Silvertongue". You examined one of the attached pictures closer; it showed her leaning her body against the Crowne Plaza Hotel, her tongue speared into- no, through the building- displaying both her greatest weapon, as well as her impressive size of roughly one-hundred feet. Although her tongue has been compared to that of a frog's, it was mostly due to it's length and the way she used it to catch people. For one thing, it wasn't attached to the front of her mouth, and it had a more humanoid shape. The prevailing theory as to how it worked was that there was some sort of flap or tube running parallel to her throat that the extra length of her tongue went in. When she wanted to "fire" it, strong muscular action similar to peristalsis would cause it to shoot out. Once she had snared her prey, it would return thanks to similar muscular action, returning her tongue to her mouth almost as fast as she could fire it. Her saliva was also extremely sticky and gooey, giving her tongue a prehensile quality.

You looked at another of the pictures, this one showing Silvertongue rising out of the water as she makes landfall at Long Beach. Her silvery skin is glistening with water, which cascades down from her body like a waterfall. Her wet hair, the color of seaweed, has fallen over her face, leaving her stark, deep blue eyes just barely visible past the thick locks. Instead of ears, she has two large fins. It was unlikely that they helped her swim, so they probably served as some sort of balancing mechanism, like the inner ear of humans. Her dark-grey tongue is starting to poke out of her mouth, giving an almost snake-like impression. You can't help but shiver as you imagine her from the perspective from someone on the ground. You brush it off quickly, and can't help but be amused when you read that someone actually listed her breast size alongside other physical traits like her regenerative abilities. You disagreed with its assessment; scaled down, she'd probably be more of B-cup than a C. "Potential bludgeoning weapons" indeed.

The last part of the report is an overview of Silvertongue's "abilities". All of the strange beasts seem to have enhanced durability and toughness beyond that of normal living creatures, which is probably why they're able to ignore the Square-Cube Law. They also have enhanced regeneration abilities, though it's hard to say to what extent hers are at- it was hard to gauge the regenerative abilities of most of these monsters because they either die in the first attack or leave before fatal wounds can be inflicted. She was unusually agile for something her size- both out and especially in water- avoiding most of the things thrown her way, but didn't seem to like pain, immediately retreating once she receives a few good blows. Anything else wasn't concrete; most of it was speculation about her possessing enhanced senses, enhanced reflexes, or even precognition to explain why she was so good at avoiding attacks.

Finishing the first of your energy bars, you started on both your second bar and the second file: an overview of Vagrant Menace. At a hundred and ten feet tall, it was just barely bigger than Silvertongue- something that was meant to serve as a symbolic gesture of how humanity wouldn't be beaten down, or some other oorah sentiment. The mech was humanoid, though obviously masculine in contrast to the feminine profiles of Silvertongue and the other strange beasts. It had a sleek, metallic appearance, with its name emblazoned across its chest in red paint. Red lines ran up and down the legs to further accentuate its features. Its head, like its body, was also humanoid- although instead of eyes it had a sort of visor that encompassed its face, giving you the full degree of visibility that you needed. It had built in thrusters on its back, legs, and hands that allowed it to fly at high speeds and emitted flames hot enough to melt steel and asphalt.

It also had numerous weapons built into it, including gatling guns, dozens of missiles, a retractable blade in one hand and a powerful cannon in the other. General Packar exaggerated a lot during his speech, but you were still confidant that the Vagrant Menace was more than a fair fight for Silvertongue. Its other notable features were thick armor plating- though you doubted you would need it- numerous sensors to help you keep track of your enemy, as well as waterproofing that let it act as a submersible. There were also additional controls on your rigging that let you use certain functions remotely, in case of scenarios where parts of your mech were damaged or torn off but were otherwise functional.

Satisfied, you quickly finished the second energy bar, washing it down with the rest of your water before stowing the file back in your locker, along with the trash from tonight's dinner. With nothing else to do, you climbed into bed, quickly drifting off to sleep.

-Three Weeks Later-

Deep within the Pacific Ocean, the being known as Silvertongue drifted in and out of sleep. It had been a few weeks after her last feeding, and she was starting to feel hungry again. Her stomach gave out a long, drawn out groan, a sound that reverberated in the depths like a whale's song. The loud noise disturbed a school of fish, and Silvertongue's fins perked up at the sight. Her tongue quickly shot out, ensnaring some in her viscous saliva while others were killed from the shock-wave generated by her organ's rapid movement. She brought her tongue back, drawing it in by tightening the muscles of her throat, while simultaneously inhaling, drawing the dead fish into her mouth alongside some of the slower live ones. She rested for a moment, some of the fish in her mouth flopping around as she idly swished them around to get their taste. Satisfied, she swallowed, her lips curving into a small smile as she did. The fish were rapidly carried down her esophagus amid a tidal wave of gooey saliva and sea water. Pushed into her cavernous stomach, the fish fell into a pool of seawater and diluted, faintly glowing light-blue stomach juices. In a few minutes, production of more stomach acid would begin; the weak acids quickly spelling the end of any fish that had managed to survive as it entered their bodies.

Silvertongue, still smiling, patted her stomach appreciatively; a small snack, to keep her hungry tummy busy until dinner. She began to swim towards land.

-Later-

"HOLY SHIT PILOT IT'S HAPPENING!"

You scrambled to put on your suit as the head scientist behind the creation of your mecha lost her shit in your ear, her tinny voice joined by that of General Packar's as they both used their respective channels to try and give you permanent hearing loss. Sensors placed around the Pacific Ocean to track the passage of the strange beasts as an early warning system had just gone off, indicating that one was headed towards the main land. Specifically, Silvertongue was returning to Ventura- just in time for the reopening of the Crowne Plaza hotel, in fact. And you were sure that she didn't have a reservation.

"PILOT, I WANT YOU IN THAT SUIT YESTERDAY, DAMN IT!"

You struggled to pull the suit's pants on as you stumbled into the elevator, hitting the button to carry you up to the cockpit. You quickly ran over to the rigging, standing still as it automatically attached itself to key parts of your suit so that your movements would translate to Vagrant Menace's correctly. Once it was finished and you were locked in, you set your arms at your side in preparation for lift off. You had practiced this many times before, but it was still a nerve wracking experience as the mecha's thrusters turned on, propelling you into the air at over 3000 miles per hour. The actual piloting was done by the mech's computers for the most part, the rigging moving your arms automatically as Vagrant Menace flew towards Ventura. Outside, you could see the landscape rapidly passing you by as you flew far overhead. Around ten to twenty minutes later, you were in Ventura.

The city was naturally in an uproar, the streets clogged with cars and bodies as the emergency sirens blared in warning. Most would try and escape, some would stay in basements or other secure locations, a few would take advantage of the chaos to loot stores or take pictures or videos of the monster... and it's possible that a small minority would try and get themselves eaten, from what you had heard online.

In any case, nobody was getting eaten on your watch. Your arms and legs moved automatically as you reached your destination, whipping your body back roughly as Vagrant Menace landed feet first on the beach, which was thankfully clear of any beach-goers. The mech's feet crushed down on the sand, which had been partially glassed by the intense heat coming off of its thruster. You were a few blocks away from the newly reopened Crown Plaza hotel, the site of Silvertongue's first feeding. You had a feeling she would go that way again. You turned around to look at the city one last time giving a thumbs up for anyone who might be watching, before turning back to the ocean.

You spotted her quickly, alarms blaring as her dark form became visible on Vagrant Menace's advanced sensors. You quickly took up a fighting stance, the pose translating one-to-one on your mech. Compartments on Vagrant Menace's shoulders popped open, sprouting two missile launcher arrays, each armed with eight guided missiles. If you fired them now, there was no way they would hit Silvertongue in the water, so all you could do was wait.

Your enemy swam ever closer, waiting until the last moment where continuing further would cause her to scrape into the sand before standing up. Just like the pictures in the dossier, the water came up to her hips as she wadded quickly forward, revealing more of her body as she steadily advanced towards the city. Her head was even covered by her dark green hair as she stepped towards dry land, her blue eyes covered by the thick wet curtain of hair. Her lips parted, and her dark grey tongue slipped out, wavering in the air. Was it anticipation? Silvertongue brought her hands to her head as she continued forward, parting her hair and tucking it behind her fins so that she could see. Silvertongue's eyes immediately fell on you, her head cocking to the side as you adjusted your stance. She looked surprised to see you, which was expected. What you didn't expect was how human she looked- not just in terms of appearance, but in her mannerisms as well.

You hesitate, and the giantess cautiously continues her advance, more and more of her long, shapely legs being revealed as she advanced. As her thighs rise higher and higher, you became glad that the mech wasn't entirely anatomically accurate and that it didn't show all the movements you made voluntarily- or not, in this case. Despite her feminine body, it had been hard to think of Silvertongue as anything but a monster- it had been drilled into you during long hours of practicing with your mech, with the hours of footage you've watched of monsters all over the world rampaging and devouring the innocent.

But man, was she cute.

Silvertongue finally reached the shore, and was now only about a hundred feet away from the city, but she wasn't interested in that- instead focusing her attention on you. You couldn't help but admire her body, even as you steeled yourself for the fight as she stepped forward. Her breasts- which, from this point of view, you had to agree were indeed about a C-cup in size- jiggled as she took small steps towards you; full, yet perky. Each massive tit was dotted with a dark nipple, and each nipple was bigger than your head. Below her breasts was the slim expanse of her toned, athletic stomach. Strangely enough, she had a belly button; you weren’t sure if you liked the implications of that.

Her legs were shapely, and powerful looking. You had the impression that she could probably crush your mech’s head between her thighs, if she somehow managed to get on top of your shoulders. Speaking of the her thighs, you could just barely see the beginning of her mound in the area between them. It didn’t look like she had any hair down there. If you were beneath her, you had no doubt that you would be able to see her exposed pussy in all its glory…

Silvertongue takes another step forward, and you jerk out of your daze. This wasn’t a woman; it was a monster hellbent on destroying humanity! She was practically in front of you now! Deciding to save your missiles, you retract them, bringing your right fist up to try and land a blow on her head in the same movement. Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees your attack coming, and you’re once again shocked at just how human her facial expressions are. Silvertongue dodges out of the way, nimbly sidestepping your attack. You catch yourself as the momentum of your swing carries you forward a step, before trying again with your left, this time aiming for a body blow. Silvertongue leans back, barely putting effort into dodging; your fist grazes harmlessly off of her belly. Her lips curve upwards in a smile, and a shiver goes down your spine.

Quickly dodging under another of your blows, Silvertongue almost seems to be playing with you as you fruitlessly try and land a blow on her. Getting frustrated, you try and give her a quick slap to at least do something to her. As the mechanical hand sails through the air, Silvertongue once again dodges out of the way, bringing her own hand up. A spark of electricity goes up your spine as clasps her hand around your own, the feeling being translated by the rigging as if she was holding your own hand. Her hand felt soft; dainty, even. It was nice.

Then, she suddenly stepped backwards, bringing her leg up. You realized what she was doing, and you tried to back up, but the mech was too slow to move as Silvertongue planted her foot firmly on your stomach, kicking you and Vagrant Menace flat on both of your asses. It wasn’t painful- the rigging helped absorb most of the shock- but you were in a bad position now. Looking up, you could see your enemy standing over you, a huge grin plastered on her face. From this perspective, she towered over you- not as much as if you were on the ground, but enough for you to feel small. The superior look on her face was replaced with confusion after a few moments as she looked down at you, but at this point you didn’t care what was going through her mind. Growling, you set your hands down to your side, turning on their thrusters as you did. Silvertongue’s expression turned to surprise as you quickly rocketed back to your feet, bringing your arm back for a massive haymaker as you did. She dodged once again, but it wasn’t enough; your fist collided into her face, just barely, landing squarely on her nose.

Bap.

You were both still for a moment. An expression of shock on Silvertongue’s face, and one of triumph on yours. Silvertongue’s mouth opened, and you almost expected her to start talking or screaming before you remembered. Her dark tongue rocketed forward, colliding squarely with the glass in front of you. Almost immediately a spider-web of cracks appeared on its surface from the point where her tongue had impacted it. You flinched in surprise, and looked on in disbelief as Silvertongue turned back to the ocean, running towards it. That was it? She was running away? You prepared to fire your missiles simultaneous launch, firing them just as she dove into the water. They followed her, but you knew they wouldn’t be able to hit her in her home turf. The only thing the missiles sent into the water after her had succeeded in killing thus far had been fish.

In others words; you had blown it. Leaving your mech damaged, with millions of dollars worth of missiles wasted, saliva running slowly down the glass in front of you. Meanwhile, the only damage you had done was a small tap on the nose.

Packar was going to have your head for this.

-Later-

Packar popped the cork on the bottle of champagne, passing it your way as the fizzy beverage foamed out. “Well done, Pilot!”

You accepted the bottle awkwardly, not entirely unconvinced that it wasn’t poisoned. You looked at him uncertainly, but he just smiled in response, clapping his hand against your shoulder. “Now, don’t look to pleased with yourself. You didn’t exactly kill the bitch, but it was a good test run. The eggs heads are happy, the public is happy, the brass is happy, I’m happy.” You stare at him blankly from behind your helmet’s visor, which is opaque from the outside. Shrugging, you lift it just enough to take a sip, before returning it to its proper place and handing it back to the general.

“Whoa there slugger, take it easy on the heavy drinking,” he says sarcastically. You shrug. “Anyways, head down to the science wing so our guys can take a look at you. They’re fixing and upgrading your suit as we speak. Then we’ll get some real food in you, go over the footage we got of the attack, and devise a strategy for next time.”

-Meanwhile-

As Silvertongue swam further and deeper away from the surface, her stomach hungrily crying out for sustenance, all she could think about was the male that she had saw. What had she done wrong? The foreplay was decent enough- teasing, playful, though her chosen mate was brutish and sluggish- but when it came time for her to mount her fallen adversary, he not only lacked the proper equipment but also attacked her! No sense of fair play at all. Worst of all, in her excitement at the perceived mating opportunity she hadn’t had the chance to feed herself, leaving her tummy empty.

She scowled. She couldn’t return to land, because he might be there. That left her the waters to hunt in. Hunting in the water, while not difficult for a creature of her size and speed in the water, was time consuming. Fish were easy enough to catch, but flighty; difficult to catch, and not very filling. The creatures of the land, on the other hand, were plentiful, slow, and big. Though they were guarded by stinging, flying things- and now apparently that male- hunting them was usually worth the energy spent.

But not this time, though, as her noisy stomach soon reminded her. Silvertongue wasn’t willing to abandon this territory, not unless that male proved to be too difficult… but she could find food elsewhere, for now. So she swam south, to slightly warmer waters, snatching up fish and other forms of aquatic life along the way. Eventually, she spotted something interesting floating out on the waves as night came; one of the structures that the land-dwellers kept out on the water. Swimming closer, she watched with some curiosity from just beneath the surface as a few males milled about on board, speaking to one another. Their words meant nothing, but the emotions behind them were clear.

One appeared to be wearing something over his head, while two others, flanking him on either side, poked and prodded him with metal sticks. A fourth, plump, juicy looking figure was agitated and yelling, but didn’t actually seem concerned. Suddenly, the two men with sticks started to hit the person whose head was covered, aiming at his torso and limbs. The man flopped to the floor, trying to shield himself, but after a few more strikes from the men with sticks he stopped struggling. The plump one started yelling again, pointing to the man on the floor and then to the water. The two men dropped their sticks, hoisting the man to his feet; he struggled weakly in their grasp, but was unable to resist as they carried him to the railing, hoisting him overboard.

Deciding now was the time to strike, Silvertongue swiftly swam forwards, breaching the surface and catching the man in her mouth. He slipped easily down her slick tongue and into her gullet thanks to her slick saliva, squirming and writhing gently all the way down to her stomach. The two men who threw him overboard shouted in surprise, their panic attracting the attention of the juicy one who joined them in looking over the railing. More screaming. The plump one ran to the back of the structure, entering it through a door and leaving the others behind.

Silvertongue shot up, her torso now fully above the water, her stomach level with the ship. The two men remaining outside of the structure fell over backwards as the wave her movement made buffeted the ship, rocking it around the dark waters. One of the men was babbling and whining, while the other merely stared up in terror. Silvertongue quickly snapped up the one making noise, her tongue shooting out in a flash, ensnaring him in her sticky saliva. His screams of terror were cut off, his breath taken from him as her tongue quickly returned to her mouth. He shot into her gullet quickly, the same motion throwing him down her throat. He was nearly half-way down her esophagus before her throat muscles took over, quickly ferrying him to his final destination in her stomach.

The other man found his feet, running over to the other side of the structure and leaping off into the water. Silvertongue decided not to pay him any mind, instead focusing on the structure which had just roared to life, beginning to swim away. She merely placed her hand in front of it, stopping it; then it tried to retreat backwards, and she repeated the motion with her other hand, this time grasping it by the back. With a smile on her face, she started to squeeze it, pulling it apart as she did. The structure creaked and groaned, cracks forming in its surface as it quickly buckled under her strength, splitting in two down the middle and spilling its contents in the water; including the fat male, as well as several females, most of whom were naked.

The females made distressed noises as Silvertongue scooped them out of the water, one by one, before being popped into her mouth; sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs. They all were sloshed around her mouth, bathed and coated in viscous, gooey spit, their bodies rubbed and smacked around by the tongue before they, too, took the plunge. Silvertongues’ belly growled in appreciation as she sucked down the last of the women, now turning her eyes to her remaining prey. The man who had escaped was swimming away from her, but she wasn’t afraid of him escaping. That just left the fat, succulent looking one, who was clinging to a piece of the wrecked vessel. Like the women before him, Silvertongue scooped the man out of the water before throwing him into her mouth. Tasting him only briefly as he hammered the insides of her mouth before swallowing him down.

That left only one more. Silvertongue swam down, leaving the wreckage in her wake as she chased after the last of the land dwellers. He hadn’t swum far, but even if he had catching up to him would be trivial anyways. She swam ahead of him, her passage unnoticed as he desperately paddled ahead, before turning around and resurfacing, her head and backside above the water as she swiftly moved towards her prey, maw open wide. The man screamed, turning around to try and escape in the other direction, but there was zero chance of escape for him. Silvertongue dipped her head down slightly as she reached him, his body slowly slipping past her lips with each passing second; his vision gradually darkening as the moonlit night was replaced with the black, fleshy interior of the bigger creature’s mouth.

Silvertongue closed her mouth, muffling his last cries as she rapidly gulped him down along with a large amount of seawater. Her belly- full of fish, land dwellers, water, and stomach acid- was now sated. As she dove back into the ocean, feeling their struggles and squirms as they were tossed about by the muscular contractions, she let out a sigh, large bubbles escaping her mouth and floating back to the surface.

Despite the good meal, only one thought was on her mind- what would she do the next time she was hungry? And more importantly; would she see that strange male again?