Venom-growth mouse

[White Mage Cid]

Venom-growth mouse

A Halloween story by Cid SilverWing

Arthur, 19, was a mouse of quite the stereotypical type; Microscopic build, cowardly like none other, virgin and a fucking huge fan of muscles. His life broke down even more when he heard from his friends that Henrick and Kenneth had disappeared without a trace. ?How could things possibly get any worse than this?? He thought to himself one night as he was walking home from the research facility he worked at as a biochemist.

On his way back he came to a corner tavern, stopping by the sign just outside. He stood there for a minute, mourning silently to himself over the absolute failure that he felt like. For Light knows how long he had been trying to develop a serum that would destroy all the myostatin in his body and enable him to gain at least 80 pounds of muscles. Tonight he had given up his black project and put all other research projects on hold, which surprised his colleagues as they all valued him as the most high-ranking biochemist in that particular facility. He knew the periodic table in reverse.

?Hey, Arthur darlin?.? A female voice piped up behind Arthur, scaring him shitless and up the street lamp next to the building. ?Hey, hold your horses, it?s me Jennie.? The mouse girl tried to calm Arthur down. ?Jennie? What are you doing here?? Arthur got down from the street lamp as he eyed his girlfriend. ?Stopped by for a bottle of Kasparian and to chatter with my friends of course.? Jennie giggled. Arthur forced a chuckle that trailed off. ?So where you going?? Asked Jennie after a moment of silence. ?Home, where else?? Arthur sighed. ?Alright then, take care sweetie.?

One day later, on the 31st of October and Halloween, the entire town Arthur lived in was nigh drowned in Halloween decoration. As far as the eye could see, there were lights and skeletons and ghouls, all sorts of fakes to attract kids seeking trick or treats. At the same hour as last night, Arthur was on his way back home. He watched as the little kids (frequently accompanied by a teenager or their parents all either dressed likewise or in casual clothes) ran around each house ringing the bells and doing just about anything to fill up their jack-?o-lantern buckets.

This Halloween looked to be no different from every other Halloweens. Perpetually throughout history after Halloween was invented, there were always reports of people being assaulted by the undead and or demonic, or something atrocious happening at the nearest graveyard, and other such horrors. The SilverWing Legion was always there to rectify the problems and repel the unholy from disturbing people, however. But this Halloween was a little more frightening than usual. Arthur shivered as a cold wind blew in his face. He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was following him. He made it to one block away from the one he lived in, but as he was going to cross the lively streets he saw something huge and dark stalk him from behind. He turned around to see who it was, and to his great horror it was a naga. A giant snake-man walking slowly towards him causing minor earthquakes in his steps. Arthur started running, he ran for all he was worth. But typical for one who panics he ran straight into the traffic. The lights turned green at just the right moment for an incoming vehicle to strike Arthur at his hips and floor him forcefully. The pain wasn?t absolute but it couldn?t be ignored. Arthur strained to get up as the driver cussed him out, ?Watch where you?re fucking goin? ya blind cheese-dick!? But Arthur didn?t pay attention. He quickly turned his head to see where the pursuer was, and he was mere steps away. Screaming with terror Arthur scrambled to his feet and limped down the empty streets. The naga didn?t bother putting any effort into chasing Arthur, instead just walking on slowly.

Arthur was in complete panic, managing to make the poor decision of gambling on a shortcut down an isolated path between two buildings that he thought lead into the park that could be seen from across the street he lived in. The naga was closing in still, and Arthur was limping painfully down the path, but like every chase down alleyways and tight buildings he came to a dead end. He scrambled in panic trying to find something he could use to get a boost over the massive brick wall but there was nothing. He 180?d on the spot and backed up to the wall as he saw the naga approach him like a hunter. Fear overcame him completely as the naga was still coming towards him, now standing two steps away. He was standing at 8 ?3? and 720-something lbs, and with a monstrous cock pounding against his scaly pecs. Arthur didn?t notice until now this naga was wandering around without any article of clothing at all, but that was quite irrelevant in the situation at hand. ?What do you want?? Arthur blurted out unintentionally, ?Don?t kill me!? He whimpered with his sudden falsetto voice. ?Why, there?s no sport in killing people.? The naga responded with a frighteningly deep voice, ?I have come to?? He paused as he flexed both his biceps vainly, ?Relieve you of your weaknesssss.? ?What? No! NO! KEEP AWAY!!!? Arthur shouted as the naga pounced Arthur, pinning him to the wall. ?Prepare to feel the power!? The naga hissed as he bared his huge fangs, one second away from penetrating into Arthur?s left shoulder and into his heart. Arthur screamed to the top of his lungs, thinking his final moment had come.

And so the naga dug his fangs into the poor mouse, who was yelling and coughing helplessly, hallucinating in all the fear that he was vomiting blood. He could see for one gross moment that the venom coursed from the naga?s fangs and into his own bloodstream. This naga had hit him right where it counted, and it wouldn?t be long before he would succumb to the horrible neurotoxins and hemotoxins of this beast. Sweat was pouring down Arthur?s face as he hyperventilated still out of fear and pure terror. But not until now did he realize that the bite wasn?t painful at all, quite the contrary. It was JOYFUL in fact! But all the more terrorizing, because Arthur thought the naga was some sort of a vampire or an unholy entity that killed with seductive bites. He could still feel the venom be pumped gently into his bloodstream, watching that crimson goo course from the fangs and into his circulatory system. No matter how hard he tried and strained and pulled, he could not free himself from the naga pinning him down with a ? strangely enough ? musclehug. The mouse twisted and yanked and pulled all he could, to no avail. The venom was still being injected.

Tears ran down Arthur?s cheeks as his life flashed before his very eyes. What little there was to remember of it anyway. Any second now he?d suffer respiratory paralysis, his limbs would cease to move, and not long after he?d finally die of cardiac arrest. But then suddenly the naga hissed again before withdrawing his fangs, getting off Arthur quickly. The mouse seized this window of opportunity to sprint back into the open streets and back to his house, still limping from that collision with the car earlier. ?My gift to you!? The naga shouted to Arthur as he ran with all the stamina he had left.

He hurried as fast as he could with his bad legs into his apartment. The second he slammed his door shut and locked it he frantically searched through the entire place for an antidote. It wasn?t in the medical kit closet in the bathroom as it usually was, and every second wasted was another second of his life forfeit. He finally did find it under a pile of exercise papers from his work. He rushed to the bathroom with it and administered a local syringe shot, hoping the antidote would kill the toxins before it would cripple him at the very least. He was already sweating ridiculously, as an omen of his impending death. He didn?t waste any more time and carefully injected the antidote.

Only, the sensation of purification that usually followed administrating an anti-venom shot didn?t present itself. ?Oh? No?? Arthur slid down the wall just next to the door and fell onto his back as he realized he had wasted the antidote. Not that it was anything expensive or had side effects or anything, it was after all a household medical anti-venom brewed through apprentice alchemy. But this brand of anti-venom always made users feel ?pure? after use if they were in fact poisoned, so since Arthur couldn?t feel any of this he figured the venom was too strong for the antidote. Arthur stared into the pale ceiling, as he felt his torso pound in rhythm with his heart, his breath growing strenuous. He closed his eyes, placed his hands on his stomach and pretty much gave up his will to live as no one was coming to save him from certain death.

Thump? Thump? Thump? His torso was like a big pump, you could see it through his torso muscles unwillingly contracting causing him to hunch over slightly almost rhythmically.

Thump? Thump? Thump?

But then his eyes flicked open again, as something overcame him in his chest. ?Hurk!? He twisted around and lay on all fours, coughing audibly. ?It?s? I?m still? Alive?? His mind raced just as much as his heartbeat. ?If I hurry now? Maybe a priest can help me?? He finally gathered the strength to get out of the bathroom, unlock the door and step outside, but all strenuously because of the accumulating cramps. For some reason the pain in his hips had subsided and he could run much better, but the cramps certainly didn?t help. First he made sure that naga wasn?t around, and then he made a run for it to the nearest church.

However a convenient fever settled in as Arthur neared the church. Two statues of angels next to the doors looked invitingly down upon him as they represented SilverWing Legionnaires. He entered promptly, but there was no one inside. ?Prayer works just as fine!? His thoughts shouted as he made for the altar. His running had degenerated into limping again, and his breath grew more labored by the second. Finally he made it to the altar, dropped to his knees and folded his hands in prayer. ?Sacred Light, epitome of Justice, hear my desperate prayer. Please cleanse me of this poison that seeks to kill me.? He spoke with a humble tone. This was the first time he ever really prayed to The Light, but he gambled that the deity would be in his favor for his service as a biochemist having created revolutionizing medical articles and products. Suddenly The Light revealed itself and shone down on Arthur, speaking with a baritone voice, ?Greetings, Arthur. I sense your desperation. You need not fear for your fortitude; it is not poison that courses through you.? And with that it disappeared again. ?No wait! Please! Help me!? Arthur begged for his life, but The Light did not heed his words. ?Have no fear.? It spoke back simply. Arthur was speechless. The very deity the SilverWings followed had abandoned him, and for what?

Then it at last happened. ?Urgh!? The mouse groaned as an unseen force groped around his insides. He couldn?t bear it anymore, and right there and then wished the naga never found him. But something completely different happened. Arthur didn?t feel weakened in the slightest. He was on his knees, hunched over and with arms wrapped around himself, eyes closed and teeth gritting as he whimpered with cowardice. He felt this weird stretching sensation and soon his clothes were too tight for him. His clothes started tearing up, he could hear it clearly. That dense feeling kept on going, and soon he heard all of his clothes shred apart until he was left in his yellow underwear. He felt unnaturally bigger than usual. ?What---?? His voice trailed off as he looked at his arms.

Nothing could prepare him for that shock?

His arms were just Olympic in size! Huge bowling ball-sized biceps rested on those gigantic arms of his! His pecs had become big slabs of beef welded onto his chest! He tried standing up, consequently causing his underwear to rip off and expose his now erecting cock. Higher and higher it climbed until it slapped against his carved abs and boulder-like pecs. And he was still growing. On and on until he felt himself peak at a size he thought was equal to or bigger than the naga that attacked him earlier. Arthur was speechless. He stood there in front of the altar, naked, and godmuscled in every way. ?How?? The poor mouse was flabbergasted by this sudden growth, and he didn?t feel the slightest pain or dizziness. In fact he felt INVINCIBLE! Oblivious to the world, he spread his legs and made a double biceps flex. An awesome sensation of intoxicating power coursed through his inhuman muscles as they bulged with resolute power. His pecs hugged his chin, and his tree-like thighs and quads supported him perfectly. His behemoth of a godmusclecock had grown to the width of his torso and was thunderclapping against his pecs, hungering for stimuli.

Then something tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around quickly, then fell onto his back as he saw a disturbingly similarly huge woman standing in front of him. The instant he landed on his back he crushed the altar with his mountainous upper back muscles, he even felt it as he just plowed through it without even knowing. He stared at the titanic musclegoddess in front of him, recognizing her face. ?Jennie?? He asked after a while. ?Hey Arthur.? She giggled and flexed her biceps that matched Arthur?s. ?Your one wish has come true, now your second one will.? She stroke him seductively as she mounted her godessmusclepussy onto his godmusclecock and pounded against his crotch.

Arthur never imagined sex could be this pleasurable, much less fantastic. There he was, a musclegod screwing the girl of his life, a musclegoddess. Terrible earthquakes followed with each hump from both, until they volcanoed into each other a mere half minute after. Jennie loved the volcanic orgasm so much she fell onto Arthur and into deep sleep instantly, her huge goddessmuscleboobs flexed against his godmusclepecs. Arthur too slept soundly after that wild primal sex.

After half an hour of napping, the two woke back up, and then passionately kissed each other as they made musclegod love yet again.

The End

[brahms97]

A fun Halloween story! Thanks for sharing. One comment- since it's a furry story, should you be referring to Arthur's muscles as "inhuman"? I know... picky, picky.