Chapter 1 - Nyarlathotep finds a mate

Name: Nyarlathotep finds a mate
Sprint Time: 60 Minutes
Words per Minute: 39.75
Prompt: Nyarlathotep transforms into a cute girl and finds a man to make lots of tentababies with.
Fandom: Original - Ish? Lovecraft Inspired I think? Not a fan honestly not sure.
Themes: Tentacles; ‘horror’; experimental fun; Sex; Breeding; Weird
Characters: Nyarlathotep (MC), Random guy (MC)
Commissioner: Enigmatic

Note: It's been a while since I've had a chance to do some real dedicated writing that gets to the readers. I took a day off from my struggle to do sprints, and this is one of the ones I did. I'm happy with it, but it is a bit weird. It's my first real attempt at something like this and it was a sprint so I didn't have a lot of conceptualizing time so I hope I did a good job, wasn't even sure what to tag it.

I'm looking forward to hearing how I did, so if anyone who's better at these themes has any thoughts I'd love to hear them.
But if it suddenly gets too weird for you please back out.

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As a lifeguard at a pool he doesn’t really have a lot of woes in his everyday job. He watches girls, glances from time to time to make sure no one’s drowning, and largely spends most of his day with his shirt off in the sun.

It’s a boring job but it’s not a lot of work, besides staying observant and making sure he’s sturdy enough to drag someone out if necessary. So here he sits, waiting, watching. A girl catches his eyes, one that’s darting across the water easily. In the corner of his vision she doesn’t look quite right, strange, but catching her in focus leaves him with the sight of a short girl with pretty green eyes.

Over and over again throughout the day, he catches sight of her, she’s here the whole time, just enjoying the water and the sun.

Bleached blonde hair, practically silver in the light trails behind her. As fast as she is he’d think she’d have short hair, or at least a cap on, but she somehow manages to swim circles around everyone else with it dragging behind her. Pretty and long, full of life and vibrant.

“Cute.”

She’s there again, the next day. His day off’s tomorrow and he idly ponders the schedule to know who’s gonna be there tomorrow, she’ll probably be there. He won’t be. He wonders if he should come to the pool and meet her, see what she’s like. Learn her name, hear her voice. She’s a quiet girl here without friends, so he’s yet to hear her. He wonders if she has a cute voice, or maybe an out of place one that’s really loud or full of cracks. He finds himself enthusiastic to find out, overwhelmed with possibilities and smiling just thinking about it.

She’s just as fast as yesterday, just as efficient at making the other swimmers stare. Some in awe, some in the same perverted gaze he finds himself staring with when he’s sure she’s not looking. Others in jealousy, perhaps at the fact that she’s got an ass that has the lifeguard transfixed, perhaps that she’s just so skilled at something everyone can do, swimming, that is.

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

Tomorrow’s quick to arrive. John’s got the lifeguard position today, not that it really matters. His coworker gives him an odd look when he shows up on his day off, but that odd look is as far as it goes. He’s allowed to swim just like anyone else is, and he chooses to do so.

He’s right, she’s here, in fact, she notices him immediately. Her eyes holding a mirthful gaze at him until he waves, and she pretends she didn’t see him at all.

He doesn’t dally, entering the pool as quickly as he can. His eyes stay glued to her, to her lithe form and most importantly to that ass, swaying and darting across the pool again and again.

He has to wonder where she came from, why this pool all the sudden? She’s gotta be a sports swimmer, maybe for a school or something, maybe something went wrong with their pool and she’s here to practice what little she can, but then she wouldn’t have her hair out so openly.

She slows down when he gets close, letting him see her shiny emeralds, before flowing away like a fish and leaving him alone.

Over and over they play a game of catch up, until finally, she spins in the water impossibly fast, a wave slamming into his face hard enough to almost bowl him over. There’s a warning in her eyes, not to get too close or he’ll suffer.

He’s not sure how to take that, but he backs off for now. Maybe he misunderstood her being nice for friendliness. It, actually is kinda creepy now that he thinks of it.

The next day she’s not there when he’s on the lifeguard tower, he waits and watches the whole day, but she just doesn’t show up. Either he creeped her out or her normal pool got repaired, either way, he decides to forget her. Move on like a reasonable person before he ends up on the news somehow.

It’s probably better this way, what’d he have to go on that captivated him so much? Some oddness in how she swam and how pretty her eyes were whenever he caught a glimpse of them passed the sunlight shining above them and reflecting off the water?

A squeezable ass and a perky rack that drew the eyes of anyone and everyone that got near her? Those are physical traits, a skill she’s gained. They’re not reasons for an obsession, he’s smarter than that.

He is.

“Still cute though.” He can agree with himself on that, even if it doesn’t quite sound like his voice.

The next time he sees her is in the parking lot on his way to his car to drive home. All thoughts of forgetting her flow away from him and the obsession is back full force, overwhelming his mind, controlling his focus and thoughts. He doesn’t ask why she’s here, he just takes her in anew and focuses his gaze on what’s out of reach.

Or what should be out of reach, she’s not. She’s right there, resting against his car. The metal must be scorching after a long day in the sun, but she doesn’t show any discomfort. She watches him with both emeralds, gaze filled with the same laughter as before. “Uh, hey.” His voice practically cracks, nervousness running through him like a freight train. “I missed you today.”

A part of him recognizes that implies he was actively waiting for her, or that he has a reason to miss her. He kills that part of him dead the moment her lips twist into a gentle smile. His heart skips a beat at it, his whole being soaring warmly as he approaches his car.

She smirks a little challengingly as he unlocks his door, daring him to get inside. His hand shakes in confusion, wondering if there’s something wrong with his car, or maybe she’s saying goodbye, does she want him to stay longer?

He unlocks his door, and accidentally shakes himself into turning it twice, which unlocks every door all at once. She’s in his car before he is, opening the door on her side and slipping through. “Um, did you want a ride somewhere?” He asks, not sure. Unsure of anything, really. His mind tells him something bad is happening, his heart tells him to get in, his breathing stills and his hands shake.

He gets in the car, closing the door behind him and starting the vehicle on autopilot. It’s his, why should he be afraid of it? Why should he be afraid of anything? He glances at her, watching her gentle smile for clues. “Where do you want to go?”

Her arms raise, her shoulders forming a stubborn shrug, answering him as well as the shake of her head and the wordless ‘nowhere’ her kissable pink lips mouth.

“Nowhere.” He says. “Well, I have to go somewhere, so unless you wanna come along…” She doesn’t get out, doesn’t do anything, she just stares at him. Watching, waiting. “Somewhere it is.” His foot hits the pedal.

He’s not really sure how it got to this, his fingers exploring her thighs, her back pressed against the wall of his apartment and his lips secured against hers. She didn’t say a word the whole ride, didn’t say a word now either. Maybe she’s mute, he’s not sure, but he is sure that her legs feel amazing under his fingers. He pulls her up and she wraps her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his ass.

Their kiss is intoxicating, saying more than words ever could. Her tongue is inhumanly skilled, moving in ways he wasn’t sure was possible, and overtaking his handily. He doesn’t stand a chance, and he knows she’s in charge, even when the tips of his fingers brush her smooth blue skirt up and pull her aqua panties aside.

He was left wondering why she pushed him away yesterday only to show up today the entire car ride, but now he knows. She didn’t want him thinking he was in charge, that the relationship that formed in his head was on his terms. Things work how she wants them to, and as if to exert this fact upon the world, she’s already soaked when his fingers trace her lower lips. Her hot juices flowing onto him and teasing him into pushing two of them into her.

He’s met with a pussy that sucks him in, devouring his fingers in an instant and engulfing them in uncontrollable heat. “Haah-holy crap.” He gasps, sucking on her lower lip and pulling his fingers from her with a quick breath. She gives him a needy look, backing him and pulling his hips against hers with her foot. “Yeah-um, let me get a condom.” He takes one step away, ready to bring her with him if he has to.

She has none of it. Something comes out from down there, he can’t see it but it’s slimy, and wraps around the band of his shorts, pulling down. Before he even has time to blink he’s released from the confines he’s grown unbelievably stiff against, slipping out and slapping against her soaked pussy. “Um, but-” Whatever it was is gone, not out of memory but not there for his fingers to feel, or his gaze to see. “-Whatever that was.” He stifles a chuckle, her pouting cheeks, and solid glare dare him to question her.

So he doesn’t, he kicks his shorts away from his feet and takes that step again. This time that gaze turns hungry, and he’s pulled back with all her strength, pressing her into the wall. He trips a little, lining right up with her swollen lips, and her feet pull him into her. “Holy crap!” He has to struggle not to release right then, coat her sucking walls with his seed without hesitation. The suction almost brings him to his knees, hundreds of little ridges pulling him deeper and barraging him from every side. “What’s, um-”

The normalcy ends when her gentle smile turns to a predatory one, and her tongue in his mouth splits off into three, one swirling around his while the other two invade. He tries to pull back, to scream, and those hundred ridges come alive inside her, squeezing him while moving, writhing around him hotly and mercilessly. “Mmmff-” She doesn’t talk, doesn’t have to say a word to get her point across. Whatever was inside her leaves her, swarming around him and holding him close, forcing him to pump into the molten swarm of sucking entities.

Both the extra tongues invade his throat, pumping into it and twirling around itself like mating snakes using him as a playground. They swirl through him, making their way so far he loses the direct feeling of them. He has to look away from her joyous eyes, begging him to ignore it and just have fun with her body, look down at his waist and see the hive of shiny red tentacles protruding from where he’s connected to her. His mind places what he’s in, what every little bump and caress of his cock is, and he finds himself pumping on his own. Gasping into her.

He feels full, the tendrils in his throat having reached his stomach and expanded it for their ritual, slipping around in all directions and almost making him feel like he has butterflies. “Gah-haah-” his length slaps into her hard enough to knock her bouncy ass against the wall. “Gonna, cum soon.” He warns, closing his eyes to ignore it all and kiss her deeper, let her have her way with his body in the same way she’s letting him have his way with her.

There’s a strange kind of trust here, one that’s tested to the limits when he feels them at his ears, slipping through the barriers of his skull and entering the most fragile part of his body. They wrap around his skull from inside his head, penetrating deep and filling him with a warmth that fuzzes his fear and turns the world into a pleasant haze of trust and connection. The slippery nature of the cold invaders tickles his scalp, sending tingles down his spine and awakening his nerves enmass.

The legion join the penetration of his head,, quickly covering his skull with the same suction that surrounds his shaft. He’s not scared, he can’t be scared, all he feels is her care and affection, and desire to milk him dry.

“Fuuh-haah-” he wraps his hands around her bouncy tush and stabs into her pussy swarm as fast as he can. Dragging himself closer to an edge he wasn’t aware he had. “Ohh-haah-gonna, can you get pregnant?” He asks her.

Her grin his answer enough. “I hope they’re like you.” He grits out as his length throbs, and globs of searing heat race to the forefront of their connection.

“Haaauuuuh!” Every tentacle tenses at once, the ones in his head crushing out fear, the ones in his stomach balling up and releasing the pressure from him, the ones inside her milking his potent ropes for all their worth.

He drains a gallon of cum into the beastly girl pressed against the wall with hisbody.

He has no regrets.

It’s been a year since then, and he’s never had a night like it. He’s not even sure it happened, it couldn’t have after-all, but it had to of. He’s taken to reading mythos, researching what he could have possibly stumbled across. Nyarlathotep is the closest thing he can find, but maybe he’s not searching far enough. That’s just a story, and he’s not sure fantasy has any real merit to it.

At least, until today.

Opening up his apartment after getting home from work, he’s met with half a dozen young girls, all of them with those same green eyes, and that same vibrant bleached blonde hair. Their tongues are split, and one of them's feet turn to suctioned tentacles upon seeing him.

“Daddy’s home!” One of them shouts.

“Momma said we can breed him now!”