Futa/Tentacle E-Book (In Progress) - Brave Encounters

The night was a starless dark, the park's thick trees made into black skeletons by the pulsing blue light of the asteroid, and both Alex and the monster were laughing.

But perhaps this is not where the story begins. Perhaps the beginning is several hours ago, while an asteroid negotiated the inferno of an atmosphere and Alex negotiated the comparable hell of getting changed at school.

No, this story begins years ago, when Alex stared at herself in the mirror, seeing what was starting to develop into a woman's body, save for one part that remained prominently male, and realized she was different. And having listened to what every magazine and billboard had reassuringly screamed at her since she was a child, she knew that different was wrong.

That is why, at the same time as a round, blue veined asteroid burned across the evening sky, Alex faced the dank corner of the girl's changeroom, trying to shut her ears and close her mind to the world, or at least that part of it immediately around her. The 'female' part of her was hiding her own inadequate body from those of the confident girls chatting around her, so assured of themselves they had no need for common modesty, as they talked in intimate and anatomical detail about the boys of their class, and what the girls and their nervous boyfriends had discovered about each other. And the 'male' part of her was facing the wall to hide the effect of the girls and their conversation, an effect that manifested with criminal visibility between her legs.

No-one saw her nonchalantly shuffle into a cubicle and lock it behind her. But why should the truth matter when her mind was so good at imagining how everyone, everyone had seen, everyone knew, everyone was laughing all throughout the changeroom as she cowered in her cubicle and tried to shut out the sounds she alone could hear. She could still hear them laughing long after everyone had gone.

That is why she walked home alone that starless night. She was already late enough getting home before she decided to shortcut through the city park, and predictably got lost. And just as that last thought hit home, she realized she was in a horror story. The single, timid girl, hugging herself for warmth and protection as she wandered helpless and lost through the dark and unusually woody city park. Jumping at every shadow, staring up at the looming treetops, dreading, daring any one of their tangled shadows to open red eyes, and smile red-stained teeth. Okay she was too good at imagining things. But at least now the racing of her heart was keeping her warm, even despite the goosebumps texturing her shaking arms. She hugged herself tighter, and looked apprehensively on.

No, what she should be afraid of, she thought as she warily scanned the path ahead, was the monsters know as people. Much more common than fanged shadows, and dangerously more real. One could be lurking just ahead, right behind her! Why that shadow, that one, right by the path, that could even be one right there! Okay now she was just being silly. The shadow coughed, and she flung herself into the trees.

In hindsight what she imagined had been a cough may well have been something else: the creak of a tree or the croak of a stray cat. She considered this as she lay at the base of the hill that had been previously hidden by the treeline, waiting for the world to stop spinning and for her lungs to start working again.

In time and through considerable effort, her lungs regained function. She took a few blessedly deep, steady breaths, and tried to move. She regretted it instantly. Apparently, she had hurt her everything. Wincing back a sudden panic, she quickly took stock - no pain was specific enough to be a break, which was good, even though the absence of a singular pain let her feel every other bruise and bump at once.

And of course there had been a hill, right there, right then! Of course

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