I wasn't just filled up with disgustingly delicious black slop, but all of those stinging scars were present on my torso as well. Going through the day was difficult to say the least. My shower stung immensely. My clothes rubbed against the stinging slices and I prayed that they wouldn't scar. Work was hell, I was uncomfortably sore and raw and there was bruising on my calves and thighs.
I was never more excited to go to sleep.
I went to sleep that night with trembling legs. I was anxious and excited, wondering if the bunny would come back.
I woke up in that other bed and sat up, swallowing hard. Everything sounded like it was under water, just like last night. I looked left and I had the sneaking suspicion that the rabbit wasn't returning. I looked right and the movement felt slow. I got up and approached the door, seeing a red eye already looking at me. Two smaller eyes were at eye level, the deep breathing having a similar scent to the other monster's; Death and rust infiltrated my nose but instead of the smell of old blood there was the overpowering smell of greasy pizza. She glowered down at me and for a moment I was worried that by having sex with Bonnie I had done something so heinous and wrong that she would have my head. Instead she squawked loudly at me before offering me a large hand. I took it and I was lifted suddenly, coming face to face with her teeth. They were longer than Bonnie's and there were so many more of them. She carries me by my arm to the empty bed, first sitting before setting me in her lap. She sat down the toothed cupcake very gently, turning it slightly so that its eyes could fix on me. I was offput by the little thing's stare but it couldn't be helped I supposed. It was the least of my worries anyway since I was being held in the lap of a monster chicken. She completely tore off my tank top and bra all in one go, seeming to be much less patient than Bonnie. She only needed one hand to grab my chest so easily. She was quick and rough, but the second I hissed in discomfort she was much gentler. If nothing else she was attentive I thought idly, leaning back with my hands on her ruined knees. I exposed myself completely to another monster and it made me smile; any normal person would have screamed long ago.
The demon chicken had a tapered tongue that she dragged over my wounds from last night, warming them considerably. I gasped at the warm stinging sensation as it flowed downwards to my womanhood. I ground my hips against her legs and in the back of my mind I considered that she probably wouldn't have a cock, unless someone liked the wordplay that much.
She worked one of her long claws into me and I hadn't ever felt a touch so gentle and careful. I tensed the slightest bit, but I didn't have to worry about that sharp metal inside of me. She could have pierced right through me at any moment, tearing me open and leaving me to bleed. Instead, I kept perfectly still as she stimulated me so very carefully. The second I began to breathe heavily, she moved her hand away, presenting the single slick finger to my lips. It was a clear request, so I brought the digit into my mouth, sucking the smooth cone of metal clean. Her other hand pulled me against her smooth and damaged chest, keeping me there so she could see everything I did. I used my empty hands to feel out the bulky nightmare, feeling over the textured, flat planes of her chest. One hand wandered to feel near her pelvis, only to be met with warm wetness. The liquid was sticky and I didn't even have to look to know that it was a deep black. She let out a growl, more out of approval than of anger. One of my fingers slipped in so effortlessly I was sure that she didn't feel a thing. I pulled back before going back in with three fingers, getting a lick to my neck as a reward. I spread those three fingers, easily making room for a fourth. I was bent forward against her chest, practically fisting her and it seemed like my hand was just the right size to pull out a croon from the beast. I smiled at her reaction, deciding that I was going to make her cum. I swung my legs onto the ground, kneeling in front of her. I pushed her legs apart to get a clear view of her deliciously pink pussy. The black slickness that stained the bed smelled intoxicating and slightly of sweetness. I pressed my hand in further, her large entrance engulfing my wrist. She squawked and I guessed that I was doing something right. It was slow pressing into the nightmare the first time, but the second time my blackened arm slid right into her so easily. I began moving my arm like a piston and eventually she laid back, squawking and roaring out her pleasure. One long roar and the clamping down of her walls around my arm told me that my job was done. I pulled away, but before I could begin to wipe off my arm, she grabbed my clean hand. She pulled me on top of her broad body, her chest to my back, and put my dripping black hand over my pants. Her empty hand started on my chest and I melted a little. She wanted me to get off with her juices. That was almost cute to me.
I shucked my pants and immediately had access to my own pussy. I pressed one black finger into myself and it glided right in. A second finger joined the first and I went to town, holding nothing back. I pounded my fingers as deep as possible, openly moaning as she licked my neck and ear, her hands teasing me. My hips rolled forward into my fingers and back into her thighs, her own hips humping against my lower back. I gasped and came quickly, our juices mixed on my hand.
When I woke up, I felt so refreshed and my soreness was fading. It had already gone enough that I could have another round of my own with the leftover black slickness on my hand.
