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Chapter 10: Clarissa Reformed
Clarissa remembered pain. She vaguely remembered a dragon, large and mad, and on top of her. His hand, or was it paw? Was pressing down on her chest.
She remembered her ribs breaking and the world going dark.
She opened an eye, she only seemed to have one right now, and tried to look around. She didn’t see or feel much. Mostly she seemed to be lying in a puddle that was a mixture of dark red and a slimy green color. She reached her tendrils out to feel around herself.
Wait, her tendrils?
Looking down she say long thing tentacles with fibrous extensions extend and feel around, she felt what they felt, and all seemed normal enough but something told her she was supposed to have a thing called a ‘hand’.
Memories were foggy, everything in her mind was foggy, but as she focused on it some stuff started to become clear. The tendrils pulled on some larger chunks in the puddle and puled them back to her. As they did things started to clear up, the world got clearer.
I’m supposed to have a hand, I’m sure of it.
As she came to that conclusion some of the tentacles lifted into the air, coiling and wrapping around themselves into a larger amalgamation. It became thicker and more rigid, except for a join halfway down. Then at the end the tentacles split more, into more complex and intricate shapes that began to form themselves into delicate looking five-pronged machinery at the end of her new limb.
As more and more small tendrils reached out around the ground and pulled in more bits, what she was looking at solidified. The fibrous feelers grew more numerous and started to cover the tentacle amalgamation. The words ‘arm’ and ‘fur’ came to her mind as the thing formed, and at the end of it, the ‘hand’ she was supposed to have.
She felt quite good about that but wasn’t fully sure why yet, but that could wait. She was finding herself distracted by the fact that a second eye had opened. She was sure of it because it could see like the first one did, but it felt like it was pretty far away from her first one. The eyes looked at two different scenes and it was disorienting. She grabbed at the eyes with some smaller tendrils and started to pull them closer together, gathering them into one place. Luckily there was enough solid matter, ‘bone’ she thought it was called, that she could tell where the eyes were supposed to go. She socketed them back and the world became much clearer.
She used her new ‘arm’ to lift herself up and looked at the rest of her form. It looked more like jelly than a real body. Bits of hard white bone jutted out and the rest was all sticky with red and green. The dragon must have stomped down on her hard, crushing the form she once had into the dirt. She felt a flare of annoyance as what he had done and a pulse of anger at how much she remembered it having hurt before. Luckily as her tendrils multiplied they began to work faster. Piles of mash were disassembled and reconstituted into new and larger tentacles that further grabbed more matter.
As she remembered more about what she was, she stated to assemble faster. A second arm was built far faster than the first one. Then the hard bones started to get shoved into place on her ‘torso’ as the smallest of her tendrils wove together to make ‘skin’ and the feelers became fur. She felt down her torso, the writhing mass underneath formed into muscle groups that she remembered from before, and a pair of nutrient generating ‘breasts’ started to form.
She decided to make those a bit larger than she had remembered.
It felt like mere minutes then before her legs grew similar to her arms and she stood up. She surveyed her body, her arms and legs and fur and breasts and head. Everything seemd ot be in place, yes. This, now THIS was the form she was supposed to have. She glanced down at the tentacles still collecting the last of the now dried puddle before they retracted into her various orifices.
And with that she was healed.
A part of her remembered being scared of the tentacles, as if they were somehow a foreign invader rather than the bases of her body. That was of course idiotic. She was what she was after all, that wasn’t change just because she had a liking for this form.
The form of her prey.
Clarissa shook her head. That wasn’t right. Couldn’t be. She remembered fighting hard to STOP herself from preying on the other female she had found. The curvy and voluptuous female that had felt so warm and so soft to the touch.
She felt herself feeling warm just thinking about it. A warm fuzzy feeling that made her want to find the female she had touched before, but why, and where did the feeling of being a predator after prey come from?
She closed her eyes and tried to think back, tried to search her still scattered memories, till she found it. There was another creature like her, a tentacle mass that didn’t’ like to take on forms, that saw all as its, her? His? Their? Prey to be hunted.
That must have been what she fought against, because she had fought, she was sure of that. It must have been that one, that mind that was responsible for thinking of the female as prey. Just like it thought of the ones in its cave as prey.
But if she wasn’t prey that what was she? Just thinking about the other woman, she encountered filled her with a hungry desire. She thought back to the cave too and the other females in there, what they looked like and the noises they made, and felt a similar hunger, though not as strong. That perplexed her, somewhat.
She had already decided that they weren’t prey, she wouldn’t have fought against that feeling if they were, so what were they that could elicit this feeling in her? She paced around thinking for some time before a different word had come to her mind.
“Mates”
That made more sense. A mate was devised for and pursued, in much the same was as a hunter pursues prey, but not quite the same. She must feel a hunger for the female from before because she was a desirable mate. She tensed her legs preparing to search for her lost ‘mate’ when she remembered something.
She had no idea where the female was right now.
Clarissa pondered that problem for awhile but no solution was forthcoming. What was forthcoming was the fact that the cave still existed, full of other females, dozens maybe, all of them the captive prey of the other tentacle creature.
All that could be her mates.
All would be her mates.
Most importantly she knew exactly where the cave was and with a grin started walking off in that direction.
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Chapter 10: Clarissa Reformed
Clarissa remembered pain. She vaguely remembered a dragon, large and mad, and on top of her. His hand, or was it paw? Was pressing down on her chest.
She remembered her ribs breaking and the world going dark.
She opened an eye, she only seemed to have one right now, and tried to look around. She didn’t see or feel much. Mostly she seemed to be lying in a puddle that was a mixture of dark red and a slimy green color. She reached her tendrils out to feel around herself.
Wait, her tendrils?
Looking down she say long thing tentacles with fibrous extensions extend and feel around, she felt what they felt, and all seemed normal enough but something told her she was supposed to have a thing called a ‘hand’.
Memories were foggy, everything in her mind was foggy, but as she focused on it some stuff started to become clear. The tendrils pulled on some larger chunks in the puddle and puled them back to her. As they did things started to clear up, the world got clearer.
I’m supposed to have a hand, I’m sure of it.
As she came to that conclusion some of the tentacles lifted into the air, coiling and wrapping around themselves into a larger amalgamation. It became thicker and more rigid, except for a join halfway down. Then at the end the tentacles split more, into more complex and intricate shapes that began to form themselves into delicate looking five-pronged machinery at the end of her new limb.
As more and more small tendrils reached out around the ground and pulled in more bits, what she was looking at solidified. The fibrous feelers grew more numerous and started to cover the tentacle amalgamation. The words ‘arm’ and ‘fur’ came to her mind as the thing formed, and at the end of it, the ‘hand’ she was supposed to have.
She felt quite good about that but wasn’t fully sure why yet, but that could wait. She was finding herself distracted by the fact that a second eye had opened. She was sure of it because it could see like the first one did, but it felt like it was pretty far away from her first one. The eyes looked at two different scenes and it was disorienting. She grabbed at the eyes with some smaller tendrils and started to pull them closer together, gathering them into one place. Luckily there was enough solid matter, ‘bone’ she thought it was called, that she could tell where the eyes were supposed to go. She socketed them back and the world became much clearer.
She used her new ‘arm’ to lift herself up and looked at the rest of her form. It looked more like jelly than a real body. Bits of hard white bone jutted out and the rest was all sticky with red and green. The dragon must have stomped down on her hard, crushing the form she once had into the dirt. She felt a flare of annoyance as what he had done and a pulse of anger at how much she remembered it having hurt before. Luckily as her tendrils multiplied they began to work faster. Piles of mash were disassembled and reconstituted into new and larger tentacles that further grabbed more matter.
As she remembered more about what she was, she stated to assemble faster. A second arm was built far faster than the first one. Then the hard bones started to get shoved into place on her ‘torso’ as the smallest of her tendrils wove together to make ‘skin’ and the feelers became fur. She felt down her torso, the writhing mass underneath formed into muscle groups that she remembered from before, and a pair of nutrient generating ‘breasts’ started to form.
She decided to make those a bit larger than she had remembered.
It felt like mere minutes then before her legs grew similar to her arms and she stood up. She surveyed her body, her arms and legs and fur and breasts and head. Everything seemd ot be in place, yes. This, now THIS was the form she was supposed to have. She glanced down at the tentacles still collecting the last of the now dried puddle before they retracted into her various orifices.
And with that she was healed.
A part of her remembered being scared of the tentacles, as if they were somehow a foreign invader rather than the bases of her body. That was of course idiotic. She was what she was after all, that wasn’t change just because she had a liking for this form.
The form of her prey.
Clarissa shook her head. That wasn’t right. Couldn’t be. She remembered fighting hard to STOP herself from preying on the other female she had found. The curvy and voluptuous female that had felt so warm and so soft to the touch.
She felt herself feeling warm just thinking about it. A warm fuzzy feeling that made her want to find the female she had touched before, but why, and where did the feeling of being a predator after prey come from?
She closed her eyes and tried to think back, tried to search her still scattered memories, till she found it. There was another creature like her, a tentacle mass that didn’t’ like to take on forms, that saw all as its, her? His? Their? Prey to be hunted.
That must have been what she fought against, because she had fought, she was sure of that. It must have been that one, that mind that was responsible for thinking of the female as prey. Just like it thought of the ones in its cave as prey.
But if she wasn’t prey that what was she? Just thinking about the other woman, she encountered filled her with a hungry desire. She thought back to the cave too and the other females in there, what they looked like and the noises they made, and felt a similar hunger, though not as strong. That perplexed her, somewhat.
She had already decided that they weren’t prey, she wouldn’t have fought against that feeling if they were, so what were they that could elicit this feeling in her? She paced around thinking for some time before a different word had come to her mind.
“Mates”
That made more sense. A mate was devised for and pursued, in much the same was as a hunter pursues prey, but not quite the same. She must feel a hunger for the female from before because she was a desirable mate. She tensed her legs preparing to search for her lost ‘mate’ when she remembered something.
She had no idea where the female was right now.
Clarissa pondered that problem for awhile but no solution was forthcoming. What was forthcoming was the fact that the cave still existed, full of other females, dozens maybe, all of them the captive prey of the other tentacle creature.
All that could be her mates.
All would be her mates.
Most importantly she knew exactly where the cave was and with a grin started walking off in that direction.
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