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The snail monster isn’t done with her yet!
I used to know every root and stone in the forest behind my hometown. For years, I walked the same narrow trail beneath the pines whenever I needed to clear my head. But after weeks of relentless rain, the woods drowned. The old paths vanished beneath murky water and mats of pale green algae. Trees I remembered as tall and proud now leaned like rotting corpses over the swamp.
I should have turned back the moment I realized I couldn’t recognize the trail anymore. But every direction looked the same. Water rippled where there should have been dry earth. I kept finding the same broken stump covered in white fungus no matter which way I walked. As dusk thickened between the trees, I heard it for the first time: a heavy, dragging squelch behind me. Slow. Rhythmic. Something enormous forcing its way through mud. When I finally looked back, I saw it standing between the drowned trees — a gigantic snail creature. Its shell was dark and cracked like a moldy gravestone, and its pale body glistened with strands of slime that hung from it like saliva. Two long eyestalks tilted toward me with awful curiosity.
I ran. The swamp fought me for every step while the creature followed with horrifying patience. Squelch. Drag. Squelch. It never hurried, never stumbled, never stopped. Sometimes it disappeared behind curtains of moss, only to emerge closer minutes later. My legs cramped. My throat burned. Still the forest looped endlessly around me, trapping me inside itself like a maze grown alive. By the time I collapsed against the trunk of a drowned cedar, the creature was only a few feet away. I gave up.
The thing slowly lowered me from the ground. Up close, it smelled like rainwater and soil after a storm. I froze as its enormous mouth parted with a wet croak and a long, soft tongue slid across my cheek. Thick slime coated my skin while the creature made an excited chittering sound deep inside its throat. It licked me again and again, nudging its heavy head against me, trembling with a freaky excitement.
The snail loved the taste of me. It wanted more. Much more. It tore off my clothes, revealing my helpless, naked body. Its eyestalks twitched, examining my curves with a terrifying fascination. The tongue slid down my stomach and across my tits, leaving trails of warm slime that tightened against my skin as it dried. I wanted to scream, but my throat locked up—what the hell was it doing?
Its mouth pressed against my pussy, the tongue pushing inside me with one slick, undulating motion. The shock of it made my hips jerk involuntarily. I expected pain—expected to be torn apart—but instead, the thing worked with agonizing slowness, pulsing in and out while its slime seeped into me, hot and thick. Even though I felt disgusted, I could feel myself getting wetter, the creature’s mucus mixing with my own slickness.
Then I felt it—something enormous shifting beneath its underbelly. A thick, tapered cock emerged, glistening with the same viscous fluid that coated its tongue. It pulsed against my thigh, hot and pulsing. The creature let out a low, guttural croak, its tongue retracting as its cock twitched hungrily toward me. I tried to scramble back, but its arms pinned me effortlessly against a mossy rock.
Its cockhead nudged against my entrance, slick with slime and my own wetness. When it pushed inside, the stretch burned—not with pain, but with a terrifying fullness that sent sparks up my spine. The creature shuddered, its shell creaking as it began to thrust in slow, deliberate rolls of its body. Each movement forced more of its throbbing length into me, the ridges along its shaft dragging against my walls in a way that made my toes curl involuntarily.
Its tongue slithered up my body with every thrust, lubricating me like I was some sort of sex toy. I shuddered, muscles locking—then gasped as it flipped me onto my hands and knees with terrifying ease. The creature loomed over me, its swollen cock pulsing in front of my tiny butthole before it rutted forward again, burying itself inside with one brutal stroke.
Mud squelched beneath my palms as it mounted my asshole. Hot saliva dripped from its gaping mouth onto my shoulders, rolling down my back in thick strands. Each thrust came faster now, its shell scraping against my thighs while that monstrous cock stretched my tightest opening obscenely wide.
Anal sex had always hurt for me. But the slime made everything different. Thick and slick, it coated every inch of its cock, letting it slide into me with obscene ease. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure up my spine, twisting my stomach into tight knots.
Then it hit—the climax slammed into me without warning, tearing through my body like lightning. I never expected I could come from anal penetration. My back arched, every muscle locking as pleasure erupted from my core, searing and electric.
The creature pulled out, slime and sweat dripping down my thighs as its swollen cock twitched above me. Thick ropes of cum splattered across my body, hot and sticky against my already ruined skin. Another wave followed, then another—each spurt coating me in thick, pearly strands. The creature shuddered, its eyestalks trembling as it emptied itself onto me, drenching me completely in its sperm from head to toe.
I remember jumping straight under the shower the moment I got home, scrubbing my skin until it burned red, watching strings of gray slime and cum spiral down the drain in endless coils. It took shower after shower to finally get rid of it. But even now, months later, I still sometimes find a thin translucent string tangled in my hair when I brush it at night.
I also pulled inspiration from the hypothetical thought experiment of the Immortal Snail, yeah, you probably know the one. The idea that a snail is always slowly, inevitably pursuing you, and if it ever touches you, you die. I always liked that one! 😄 Something that doesn’t rush, doesn’t tire, just creeping up on you, slowly but inevitably, and if it ever catches you, you’re done for.
Oh, I also dug up a sketch I made of this thing ages ago, check it out here. It was oddly therapeutic bringing this digitally to life. So yeah. I think I can finally put my snail trauma to rest… or at least file it under “handled, never speaking of it again” 🐌✨
