Unnatural Order

Unnatural Order
(Rape, Bestiality/Monster, Body Horror, Gore, Death)

Steel-wire weeds and branches lashed at her arms and legs as she scrambled
through the Tangle, the tattered remnants of her armour falling away.  She
drew her forearm across her face, smearing away blood, dirt, and the Green
Sun only knew what other ichor.

She stumbled, sliding through brambles of brassy thorns which tore at what
flesh she still had exposed and shrieked against the metallic expanses on
her arms and belly.  Scrambling to her feet, she didn't even need to look
behind her to know her pursuer was closing, the thunderous footsteps echoed
through the trees as she flailed wildly into motion.

She was more Phyrexian than Mirran now:  Supposedly perfect, compleat,
the supreme hunter; a perfect blend of machine potency and elven cunning.

She never thought she would be the hunted again until tonight.

He was Vorinclex, the Voice of Hunger, Praetor of the Green Sun, Scourge
of the Tangle, one of the most fearsome physical beings on the face of New
Phyrexia.

And He was gaining.

Trembling with terror she had felt had been bread out of her by her transformation,
 the altered elven girl fled wildly through the tangle trying any trick
she could think of to put distance between herself and the monstrous force
thundering behind her.

She had been the leader of a hunting party, tracking a handful of powerful
beasts within the area of wirewood trees and metallic grasses called the
Tangle when he appeared.  She had never seen a beast as great or fearsome,
and he strode into their midst without fear, bashing aside a dozen of them
with a single sweep of his forearms, tearing into them and devouring what
didn't flee before him.  Of her tribe, only she remained now.

A great bellow echoed through the trees behind her and she stumbled again,
only to realize that the pounding footsteps had ceased.  Pausing, she looked
back through the trees for a glimpse of the hunter, but could not see anything.
   Slowly, she became aware of a growing whistling sound, and only her enhanced
reflexes saved her then, throwing herself bodily to the side with all her
might as the great beast, who leaped bodily into the air after her, crashed
to the ground flinging aside tree and boulder with his crashing landing.

The shock flung the elf girl aside, and she struck the intertwined metal
of the tree behind her chest first, knocking the breath from even her hardened
lungs.  She lay, half naked, alternating gasping air and gagging as Vorinclex
loomed over her, his long clawed forearms dragging her up by the leg to
look her over.

She trembled, her mouth working soundlessly as the impassive metallic crest
of his head passed it's senses across her.  Vorinclex snorted, and his claws
lashed out, dashing aside the last of her armour and exposing her lower
torso and her still partly-flesh breasts, each banded along the outer edge
in metal that flexed as her chest heaved in fear.

He tossed her to the ground face first, the thorns and rock scraping against
her skin as he took a position behind her.  Glancing over her shoulder,
the elf girl shrieked when she saw what was exposed beneath the bulk of
the Praetor.

It was easily as thick as an elven male's arm, and half again as long, but
it was nothing like a mirran member.  It was made of intertwined tubes and
hoses, twitching and flexing of it's own accord and dripping some bizarre
mix of oil and yellow-white ooze.

She screamed again, struggling vainly in the muck and brambles as the immense
bulk of Vorinclex settled over her, pinning her arms to the ground with
his forearm pincers.  The smaller tearing claws at his sides lashed out,
talons digging into her thighs painfully as he drug her lower body upright,
and he lined up his perverse shaft at her exposed lower body.

She had only a few brief seconds to realize that his target wasn't her womanhood
before the twitching tip of Vorinclex' member was thrust painfully against
the ring of her ass.  Slowly, by sheer force, it worked it's disturbing
bulk into her as she gasped, eyes wide in pain and fear.  Slow minutes went
by, and agonizing inches of it speared into her bowls from below as she
wailed and thrashed, her guts cramping from the force.

Without warning, the Praetor withdrew, pulling his length from her with
a wet, sucking sound.  The elf sagged to the side against her tormentor's
leg, gulping air as the wrenched ring of her ass spasmed, metal and flesh
both working to return to normal.

Vorinclex, however, had other plans, and with a massive roar, he plunged
down with all his might, spearing his dripping length firmly into her ass
once again as the elf girl screamed with all her might.

Her wailing continued as the massive bulk above her shifted, levering himself
in and out of her bowl with a sawing motion.  Through the pain and shame,
the girl was secretly glad she had voided what was in gut in terror when
she was first targeted to avoid having the mass of it compacted inside of
her, or worse.

Hot, slick wetness ran from her ass and down her legs, and she was afraid
his girth had ripped her asunder inside, though looking back she could see
black fluid, almost like the glistening oil, oozing from her ass and dribbling
down over her vagina and thighs.  In the bend of her bowl, she could feel
the Praetor's meat thrusting, wriggling and flexing within in her, pushing
itself deeper through her body and pumping that perverse oil into her with
each agonizing thrust.

Vorinclex, silent other than his grunts of effort, continued to work over
the Elf girl, pounding her into the ground with each thrust, her body battered
against the floor of the forest with each crushing blow.  Slowly, he could
feel the effort of his intrusion ease, his shaft finding a natural seating
within the warping body of the elf girl.

She noticed it two, panicking as he realized she could track the thrusting
tip of the rutting monster's punishing cock curl within her stomach, the
skin buckling and flexing around it as it pushed into her midsection, warping
her from the inside out with it's bulk and the body reshaping oil.

Vorinclex' thrusts were more forceful now, and he began to drive himself
deeper into her ass, resting the full weight of his great bulk down on her
from above and making her scream again and again with each hammer blow to
her neither hole.  He pushed himself against her, finally burying his shaft
to its utmost into her ass with a great roar of triumph as the elf girl's
shrieks reached a crescendo of their own, changing in timbre as the girl
soon realized that the twitching, living shaft inside of her was pumping
furiously, dumping jet after jet oily ejaculate into her midsection.

She bent her head, staring in wide-eyed horror as her belly began to swell,
the lines of her intestines visible as they expanded with each passing second,
 filled nearly to bursting by the endless flow from Vorinclex' beasthood.
 Wracked with pain as her guts roiled, she felt it flow backward into her
stomach, which swelled and expanded her belly again as it pushed further
and further up into her system, and she grabbed at her own face, frantically
trying to push her jaws shut to prevent what she knew was inevitable.

Hot, almost scalding, oil bubbled up into her mouth and then into her nose,
spraying out and choking her as she finally gave up, retching, and vomiting
out pulsing wave after wave of the flowing, iridescent oil, mixed with traces
of greenish bile and yellow-white fluids she dare not speculate about.


After nearly a minute of this torture, Vorinclex stood, drawing himself
from the wracked elf girl's ass with a sound akin to dragging loose a shovel-
full of sucking wed mud.  The elf girl collapsed on her side, her belly
slowly shrinking as doubled over into a fetal position, spewing the fluid
of her violation from either end, spreading it all over her body until she
rolled about in a puddle of it nearly a wide as she was tall.

"Hssss... GOOD." the rumbling voice of Vorinclex echoed through the trees,
terrifying the elf anew, "YOU ARE hssssss PREPARED NOW."

Not daring to ask what she was prepared for, she watched as what she mistook
for the Praetor's cock began to tremble, finally splitting away with a horrid
squelch as the true length of the Praetor was exposed, pushing through the
tangle of oil-dispensing tubes.

It looked like the sort of projectile you loaded into a ballista, easily
five feet long and as thick around as her head.  Flesh, steel, ceramic,
and bone fused in and out of being along its length and it throbbed visibly
as the Praetor turned his attention again to the elf at his mercy.

Exhausted and wracked from head to food by the pain and humiliation, she
could muster only feeble moans as the monstrous form took hold of either
of her legs, centering the ceramic crested bulk of his member at the entrance
to her pussy. Pulling her legs, he nested her neatly against himself, jerking
hard as he stood up straight, leaving her speared, screaming on the head
of his cock, her back arcing in agony as he continued to pull, forcing inch
after inch of himself into her.

A new kind of horror overtook her as she realized her body was warping around
the length of him, metal and flesh both growing accustomed to the size of
him as he impaled the elf with his length.  She could track the progress
of him into her, watching the flared head of his beastly cock pushing a
visible bulge through her gut, her body dripping in oil, and mud and sweat
as he lanced himself into her inner depths.

Pain, surpassing even her earlier violation, tore through her and she screamed,
 scrambling in vain at the bulging mass that pushed up through her belly,
her nails digging into her own skin.  She watched, helpless, at its progress
as he pushed himself deeper into her belly, violating the most secret parts
of her and finally pushing the tip of his member into the cradle of her
womb with a sickening crack, nestling it inside her as her body warped around
the intruding flesh and steel of her tormentor.

The elf moaned and sobbed as she bobbed, mounted on the head of the Praetor's
beastly cock.  Grunting again, he seized the elf, taking her hands with
his forearms and her legs with his shorter grasping claws and, flexing his
hips, pulled back and thrust home into her belly with a pistoning thrust
and drove the head of his member into valley of her womb with a blow like
morning-star driven home.

The elf girl grunted, the air knocked from her, and suddenly retched from
the force of the blow, spitting up more black oil which trickled down her
breasts and over her belly as her tears streamed down, streaking the mass
of filth that covered her face.

Grunting in satisfaction that this one wasn't going to break so easily,
Vorinclex drew back again, driving him another crushing thrust into her
inmost depths, leaving her gagging and gasping for air in between as his
monstrous length slammed home again and again.

Her body continued to suffer from the punishing assault, and new pain lanced
through her as a particularly brutal thrust fractured her pelvis, snapping
the butterfly wings of metal re-forged bone within her.  Even as it did,
she could feel her body, under the impetus of whatever twisted form of glistening
oil was seeping through her guts, rebuild itself, actually reshaping her
bones to accommodate the intruder violating her again and again.  She feared
that eventually her body would become nothing but a sleeve around which
the vile beast that battered her womb again and again could pleasure himself.

The Praetor's grunts were more audible now, and he hissed now and again
in pleasure as he pounded more deeply and cruelly into the guts of his victim
than she would have even known from any other living being.  A bubbling
need for release grew at the base of his battering ram of a cock, and he
knew he would drive it home into the deepest parts of his captive.

With a roar fit to split the heavens, he thrust with all his might, pulling
the girl down as hard as he physically could, driving him the force of his
lust into her womb again.  This thrust was greater than all the others,
and he hammered her womb up, displacing it within her belly and driving
it upward, tangling it into her intestines even as it pulsed and throbbed,
pumping it full of thick yellow semen.

Her body struggled, reshaping itself again and again, trying vainly to withstand
the brutal surge of force that tore through it, metal, flesh and bone cracking
and reshaping, but it was no use.  With a sickening wet tearing sound, the
lance-like head of Vorinclex' member punched through the elf girls abused
womb, tearing aside her insides as he drove himself home into her chest
in a haze of orgasmic bliss.

Bony ridges along the edges of the Praetor's sledge of a penis ripped through
organs, tearing open her lungs, which soon filled with pinkish bits of meat
and blood as well as thick flood of cum.  The praetor's cum bubbled up deep
from within him, shooting through his cock and filling her body, which swelled
with each geyser-like jet, bubbling out around the knotted opening of her
vagina, and filling her lungs and throat, oozing out of her mouth and nose
as she scrabbled weakly at her own chest before, finally, the last of the
light faded from her eyes, her arms dropping to her side as she lay, impaled
to the heart on the still throbbing cock of the terrible form of Vorinclex.

Slowly coming back to his senses, the Praetor soon realized that this, too,
was yet another in a string of failures.  Snarling to himself he flexed
his length, flinging aside the elf's corpse which struck a rock with a wet
splat, cum and oil and blood spraying from either end as the vile fluids
drained without the restraining cork of his meat.

Splitting her guts with a quick swipe, he opened the corpse, flinging aside
the corrupt guts with a flick of his forearm, and began to strip away edible
parts, chewing in consideration.

One day, he knew it would be.  One day he would find the body that could
withstand him and bear him a new kind of hunter cub, a predator the likes
of which the whole of the plane would tremble in fear at the name of.  No
matter how many it took, no matter how many of his prey had to be violated,
crushed and mangled beneath him.

Pausing in his meal, he scented the air and caught it again.  The scent
of a vulnerable prey, another female... his warped cock stirred once more,
and he gulped down the last of his latest victim before turning  in the
direction of new prey.

Once more on the hunt, the frightful howl he let loose now warned all of
the Tangle that its lord and master sought to feed a new kind of hunger.