Hello, everyone, this is IndigoWerewolf with the latest chapter of Meg Griffin's Sexual Apocalypse. Last chapter had a lot more lemon than plot, and if I'm being honest, this one might, too. I do not own Family Guy and all characters portrayed in a sexual manner are 18+, let's read!
Meg was playing on her phone outside of The Cherry Pit, wearing her usual clothes. Nearby, Indigo was typing on their console in their booth. They took a deep breath, pulled a few levers, and typed furiously for a minute.
Meg looked to Indigo, frowning. "So, are we going to start soon?"
Indigo rolled their eyes. "These things take time, Meg. This story isn't the only one I'm working on."
"Maybe if you finished your existing stories before you started new ones, you'd be able to update more."
Indigo glared at her. "I'm trying! And you know what, just for that, I'm giving you two lemons this chapter."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously. I know I'm way behind, on everything. I don't need to hear it from you."
"Well, someone needs to get your ass in gear."
Indigo sighed. "Just..." Their eyes flicked to one of their screens. "O-Oh, okay. Okay, it's starting. Places! We're on!"
Meg put her phone away. "Fucking finally."
Deirdre came out of the bar, holding a naked Sarah's leash. She and Meg embraced and kissed deeply. Deirdre's tongue dominated Meg's mouth. They moaned as their hands groped each other under their clothes.
Deirdre sucked on Meg's neck, making her breath catch. "You sure you can't stay?" Deirdre said.
Meg bit her lip. "I'm sure. This was... great, but I have someone I need to find."
"Why?"
Meg rolled her eyes. "Because the author can't be bothered to come up with a better premise."
"What?"
Meg cleared her throat. "It's complicated. She's a bitch, but I think she might be hurt. I need to find anyone I can. And, no offense, Sarah, but I don't want to be a sex slave."
Sarah smiled. "None taken."
Deirdre squeezed Meg's ass. "Well, all right. Just remember that you're welcome back anytime. That goes for your friend, too, if you find her." She leaned in to whisper into Meg's ear. "I put the clothes that Marie gave you in your backpack. Consider them a gift."
Meg blushed. "Thanks." She looked to Sarah. "Sarah, are you sure you don't want to come with me?"
Sarah hugged Deirdre. "Thanks, Meg, but I love my new life way too much."
"All right. I'll see you guys around." They separated. Meg walked away.
Meg walked down the sidewalk. As she passed a tree, a branch inexplicably bent back and whipped her in the face. "Ah!" she said. She spit a few times. "Real mature, Indigo." She rolled her eyes and kept walking.
She walked until she reached the last place she saw Connie's trail. "Okay, so where are you?" She looked around. A scrap of cloth was hanging on a tree branch. When she yanked it off, she saw Connie's name written on a tag. Meg saw a shoe further down the street. When she picked it up, she saw Connie's initials written inside.
Meg looked up. A giant flashing neon sign with the words 'Connie's This Way' was on a billboard pointing to the right. She sighed. "Okay, now that's just stupid." She took a right and followed the sign.
The streets of Quahog were empty. Meg looked all around, keeping watch for any monsters. Weeds grew in the cracks on the sidewalk. She could hear screams and growls in the distance. Everything smelled like sex and stale pheromones.
She kept walking until she found a backpack sitting on the sidewalk in front of a building. She picked it up. "This is Connie's. Which means..." Meg looked up. She was in front of the Drunken Clam. She frowned. "So, this is where Dad gets wasted all the time."
Meg peeked her head through the door. She could see movement on the floor, but it was too dark to make out what it was. She tentatively entered. Broken bottles and glasses were scattered behind the bar. The tables were dirty and cracked. The booths were torn up. The entire building was a mess.
Noises were coming from the bathroom. Meg could hear muffled moans and squishing. "I really hope there's not a monster in there," she whispered.
Meg crept over to the bathroom door. She laid a hand on the handle and paused before pushing it open. Inside, suspended in midair by a multitude of slimy dark blue tentacles with bulbous ends, was Connie D'Amico. She was completely naked and covered in slime. Her hair was a mess. Tentacles were holding her by the wrists, ankles, and waist. She was moaning as more of them slid over her body. They were squirming in and out of her pussy, ass, and mouth. Her eyes were glazed over.
Meg's eyes widened. She took a step backwards, but something grabbed her ankle. She looked back. Tentacles were rising up from the floor. That was what she saw moving. She had walked right into a trap!
Tentacles seized Meg's wrists and ankles. She screamed as she was dragged into the bathroom. A tentacle thrust into her mouth and squirmed down her throat. Her knees immediately buckled. She moaned as a wave of heat went through her body. Her panties were soaked. Intense arousal made her cheeks turn red. She only vaguely realized that the slime must be a powerful aphrodisiac.
Meg was lifted into the air. The tentacles wrapped around her arms, legs, and waist. Their slime made her skin tingle and burn pleasurably. Wherever it touched her clothes, the fabric loosened and unraveled. They fell off of her in tatters until she was naked. Her backpack hit the floor. The tentacle in her throat squirmed and fucked her mouth furiously.
Meg gasped. A tentacle was rubbing itself between her legs. Her eyes fluttered and she screamed as a flood of artificial lust made her instantly orgasm. She sucked eagerly on the dark blue appendage in her mouth as a horny fog filled her mind. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when her vagina was penetrated. The tentacle wasted no time in fucking her pussy wildly, making her moan as pleasure made her nerves light up.
Meg's and Connie's moans filled the bathroom. The two of them were held fast by the tentacles as they were relentlessly fucked by the monster that had captured them. They were facing each other, but they were too lost in pleasure to try and communicate anything to one another. Their juices dripped to the floor and mixed with the tentacles' slime. As Meg watched, Connie squeezed her eyes shut and screamed, bucking her hips through an orgasm. Meg shuddered as she came with her, her toes curling and her fists clenching tight enough to leave crescent marks on her palms.
A tentacle rose up behind Meg. It wavered in the air as it got closer to her, then, without hesitation, thrust forward into her asshole. Meg's back arched when her anus was penetrated. She screeched as she was sent spiraling into another orgasm before the previous one had ended.
The two women were fucked relentlessly. All of their holes were violated by the monster that held them captive. Their skin was coated with slime and sweat. They thrashed and moaned. One orgasm followed another. Their eyes rolled. Meg and Connie were almost completely unaware of each other, too lost in their own pleasure to pay attention to anything else. They desperately sucked aphrodisiac slime from the tentacles fucking their mouths.
A tremble went through the tentacles. They redoubled their pace, slamming themselves into Connie and Meg hard and fast enough to make them scream. They both bucked through multiple orgasms as they were ravaged by the creature giving them their pleasure. Tentacles went between their breasts to fuck their tits. More hung in the air around them, their heads pointed at the women's bodies.
The monster's tentacles fucked their mouths, pussies, and assholes furiously. They throbbed. Bulges traveled up their lengths. Meg's vision went white with orgasm after blissful orgasm. All at once, the tentacles shot white, pearly cum into and onto Meg's and Connie's bodies. Their stomachs, wombs, and rectums were pumped full of monster cum. They were completely covered. Their stomachs inflated until they both looked nine months pregnant.
Meg's eyes rolled into the back of her head. Connie's pointed in two different directions. They both gasped through their noses as pleasure overwhelmed their bodies. Their juices ran from their vaginas around the tentacles as their minds went blank from orgasms that made the tips of their fingers and toes tingle. Meg went slack and her head bowed. She fell unconscious.
When Meg woke up, she was lying on the bathroom floor. Connie was still unconscious a couple feet away. Everything, including them, was covered in cum. The tentacles were gone.
Meg groaned. She sat up slowly. "Connie? Connie, wake up."
Connie stirred. She wiped the cum from her eyes and looked around. "Meg? Meg Griffin?" Her nose wrinkled. "Great. From one freak to another."
Meg rolled her eyes. "Be serious for a second, Connie. I've been looking for you."
Connie stood up slowly. "Why, lesbo?"
Meg got to her feet. "Because it's the apocalypse! And there are monsters everywhere who are trying to fuck us until we're brain dead! I've been caught more than once, and I'm guessing that you have been too. We need to team up."
Connie scoffed. "With a fugly nobody like you? No way."
"Grow the fuck up, Connie! This isn't high school anymore. It won't ever be again, because the fucking world ended! We both need help."
"So why not find someone else? Why me?"
"Because you're the only one left who I know!" There was silence for a moment. Meg took a deep breath. "Connie D'Amico, you're a bitch. You have made my life a living hell ever since the day I met you. I hate your guts. But I know you. You're clever, you're smart. You don't give up. You've lasted this long. And we both have a better chance of avoiding the monsters and surviving together."
Connie gave her the finger. "Blow it out your ass." She left the bathroom.
Meg followed her. "Connie, wait!"
"Fuck off, lardass!"
"No, I mean, you're still covered in cum!"
Connie stopped. "Fuck!" She went back to the bathroom.
Meg and Connie both washed themselves as best they could with water from the sinks. Connie rushed out as soon as she was reasonably clean of cum.
Meg went to the scraps of her clothes. "Fuck. What am I going to wear now?" Her face turned red. She took the tube top and booty shorts from Deirdre out of her bag. She groaned. "Well, it's better than nothing." She put them on before leaving.
It was easy to follow Connie. She left a trail of monster cum behind her. Even if Meg couldn't see it, the smell was like a neon sign telling her where to go. A second one, that is.
Meg followed the trail halfway through town until she reached an abandoned grocery store. It was more of a mess than most of Quahog. Wrecked cars and rusty shopping carts were scattered around the parking lot. The doors were smashed in. Merchandise was strewn about the front end. The registers were smashed.
She walked through the aisles. All of the shelves were empty. She saw no signs of life, and heard nothing aside from a scuffling from the back of the store. She peeked around a corner and gasped.
Connie was on her hands and knees, being fucked by an anthropomorphic wolf monster. It had a lupine snout with human eyes, a mostly humanoid upper body with clawed hands, and digitigrade legs that ended in paws. Gray fur covered its body. It was holding Connie's shoulders as it violently slammed its cock into her pussy.
Connie was moaning in pleasure. She had a stupid grin on her face. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth. She bucked her hips back into the monster fucking her as hard as she could.
Meg's face was red. She was shifting in place. Her breathing was deep. The smell coming from them was making her body heat rise and warmth grow between her legs. She should leave. Once the monster was finished with Connie, it was sure to go after her. She would end up getting fucked, again, if she stayed. But she couldn't make her legs work.
A shadow fell behind Meg. A wave of pheromones made wetness run down her legs. "Oh, fuck," she moaned.
Meg was picked up like a ragdoll. A second wolf monster, with white fur, dragged her over to her hands and knees in front of Connie. She couldn't stop trembling. All she could smell was sex and monster pheromones. Her body was burning up. She needed to get fucked.
The monster pulled the crotch of her shorts to the side. It grabbed her shoulders and positioned its cock at her entrance. Meg could tell that its cock was shaped like a human's. She whined and tried to push herself back into it before it snapped its hips forward and buried itself inside of her, making her cry out as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
The wolf didn't waste any time. It immediately pulled out and thrust back inside of her. Meg's hands curled into fists on the floor and she bit her lip. The monster fucked her at a frantic pace, its hips smacking into her ass hard enough to sting. Her pussy clenched and squeezed around it. Her juices dripped to the floor.
Connie and Meg were both fucked directly in front of each other. They couldn't stop staring at each other's faces as the wolf monsters used them like toys. Their breath came in pants. Their cheeks were bright red. They were both rolling their hips back into their monsters' cocks desperately. The wolves rut into Meg and Connie as hard as they could. They used them like cheap sex dolls, taking their pleasure from them forcefully.
Meg couldn't think straight. Arousal was clouding all of her thoughts. The monsters' pheromones were so thick in the air that she could taste them. Her skin felt like it was on fire. She couldn't stop fidgeting. All she could feel was pleasure. Even the prick of the monster's claws on her shoulders felt amazing. She felt like she would reach orgasm at any second.
But it wasn't just the physical sensations that were making her moan and pant. The careless way that the wolf was using her for its own pleasure made her feel weak and small. She was being taken by a superior being, a true alpha. It was rutting into her pussy without any thought for how she felt. She was its bitch. Her only purpose was to take its cock and accept its cum. All of those facts were making her lust rise higher than she could handle.
Connie was the first to cum. She screamed at the top of her lungs as her juices ran to the floor. Pleasure overwhelmed her senses and made her pussy constrict around her wolf's cock. She shuddered uncontrollably. Her eyes went blank and she drooled like an idiot.
Meg followed her. She reached her orgasm with a gasp. Her mind was wiped out by the pleasure filling her body. Her glasses went askew. She made a perfect ahegao face as she was literally fucked stupid by the wolf monster. Her juices dripped around its cock and her drool dripped from her lips.
The two monsters didn't stop fucking the two even as they came. They kept pistoning their hips into them, enjoying the increased tightness from their orgasms. Their hands gripped Meg's and Connie's shoulders tightly. They growled as they used them without a care.
It wasn't until Meg started coming down from her orgasm that she felt it. The base of the monster's cock was expanding. It grew wider and firmer in the shape of a ball. She knew from Brian's stories what it was. It was a knot. Even though the monster had a human-shaped cock, it had a canine knot. And it was trying to force it into her!
Even though she knew that she should have been weirded out and horrified, Meg couldn't wait for that knot to enter her. She pushed back into it, whining, urging the monster to shove it into her pussy and lock itself to her.
Connie screamed. Her eyes crossed as she trembled through another orgasm. Behind her, her wolf changed its pace. It gave short, sharp thrusts into her pussy as it huffed and whined. Connie thrashed in its grip as she cried out in pleasure. Her monster had knotted her. And from the looks of it, the way it was fucking her now was even better than before.
Meg's eyes went wide. She felt her monster's knot pop inside of her and lock their bodies together. It changed its pace to match the other. She squealed as another orgasm, even stronger than the last one, hit her instantly. Blissful sensations coursed through her body from her pussy, erasing everything else. She forgot about teaming up with Connie. She forgot about surviving. She forgot that it was the apocalypse. She forgot about her old friends and family. She even forgot her own name. All she knew now was that she was a slutty bitch who was getting fucked, and that was all that mattered to her right now.
Before she knew it, Meg was fucked through another orgasm. And then another. She couldn't stop cumming as she was used like the bitch that she was. Her monster tensed up. It howled as its testes tightened and it filled Meg's pussy with cum. The heat sent another orgasm washing over Meg, making her let out a rattling sound. With the monster's knot, the semen had nowhere to go. It just kept filling her, flooding every inch of her womb with monster sperm.
The monster fucking Connie howled. The blonde let out a shuddering moan as she was pumped full of cum. The two monsters filled the two women with their sperm and marked them as their property. Meg and Connie both took it all happily, wanting nothing more than to be bred by their alphas. The monsters didn't stop thrusting even as Connie and Meg were cumming their brains out. They didn't care about their bitches' pleasure. They just wanted to use them until they were satisfied.
None of them knew how long it was before the knots deflated. Meg's monster pulled out first. It let go of her, letting her fall to the floor in a twitching heap. Connie's did the same a second later. They both ran out of the store, abandoning the two women.
Meg and Connie panted on the floor for a few moments. At the same time, they looked up and saw each other's red, sex-addled faces. They both scrambled over to each other to embrace the other tightly. Their lips met and they made out furiously. Their hands groped each other's bodies lustily. The monsters might be gone, but they were still horny bitches who needed to be fucked. If there was no one around to fuck them, then they would just fuck each other.
The two turned so that they were in the sixty-nine position. Their mouths immediately clamped onto each other's outer lips. They ate each other out furiously, lashing their tongues against their inner walls. They sucked out the monster's cum and swallowed it greedily.
Meg and Connie weren't thinking as they pleasured each other. They were driven by pure instinct, their bodies working on autopilot. Their arousal erased all of their thoughts. Monster pheromones were still heavy in the air. They filled Meg's and Connie's bodies with a heady warmth that made them squirm.
Connie's eyes squeezed shut. Her hands squeezed Meg's ass tight as she reached orgasm, moaning and humping Meg's face. Her juices filled the brunette's mouth. Meg bucked and thrashed as she came with her, pleasure blanking out her mind even more than it already was. They drank a mixture of cum and each other's juices as they squirmed together.
The two didn't stop when their orgasms ended. They kept going, licking and sucking as best they could in their addled state. They ate each other out eagerly. The only sounds they could hear were their own moans and slurping. They kept cumming as they both gave and received pleasure without thinking. Meg could feel herself slipping further away every time she reached orgasm. At some point, she passed out.
Meg opened her eyes. She was lying on her side in a big puddle of cum and juices in the grocery store. Connie was gone. She could still smell pheromones, but they weren't melting her brain like they were before.
She shakily got to her feet. "Damn it. It happened again," she said. She looked around and picked up a piece of paper on the ground. It was a crudely-drawn map of Spooner Street. The words 'I'm Going Here, signed Connie D'Amico' were at the top of the paper. There were several arrows pointing to, and a circle around, her house. She rolled her eyes. "Of course." She pulled the crotch of her shorts back into place, picked up her backpack, and left the store.
Indigo said, "All right, that's good!"
Meg huffed and dropped her backpack. "Finally. You sure there was enough sex?"
"You want to do another scene?"
Meg paused. "No."
"Then don't complain." Indigo read off of their monitor for a few seconds. "In all seriousness, though, we should be good for this chapter. Hopefully we'll be able to get the next one out before too long."
"You say that when you still have other stories that you're ignoring to work on this one?"
Indigo sighed. "Again, I'm trying. I am one being. I don't have an infinite amount of time to write. The stories will come out when they come out."
"And just who are you saying that for?"
Indigo put their hands behind their head. "Well, I guess we're done here. I'll see you next chapter."
And that's the chapter. If you enjoyed it, great, if you don't, I don't really care. Feel free to leave a review or send me a request for another story. Make sure to check out my other stories. IndigoWerewolf out!