Finally, the ranger who had told us the campfire story of Mothman butted through the crowd, tugging on his belt and looking tired as he made his way to us. My eyes zipped back and forth between Pollux and the ranger. It felt odd to have them in the same place. He’d told us Mothman was a man-eating monster.
“Not a clit sucking cowboy,” the voice in my head laughed. Yep, I was losing it.
“Alright, back off,” the ranger huffed in exasperation. The small media crew frowned but did as he asked. The ranger stood in front of us frowning, looking like a father ready to reprimand kids. He was silent awhile as he looked us over and then he sighed as if tired.
“We’ll need to talk to you all. They think the fire was started by someone so we want to ask a few questions but we can wait to do all that. The campground is torched, do you need a ride somewhere or…”
“I’ve got them,” Ben piped up quickly, smiling at us. He was far too chipper. We all blinked at him and said nothing. Even Brandon didn’t seem inclined to snap out anymore.
We’d just come back to reality and it wasn’t nice. It was sobering and exhausting. It was also very strange that no one was talking about bodies strung around the forest like poorly hidden Easter eggs.
We silently followed Ben in a somber, exhausted haze.
“It’s a nice place,” he was saying, talking about where he was taking us. Apparently, there was plenty of space, an entire cabin we could stay in. I hardly heard him as we climbed into his van. It was one of those old family conversion vans with three rows of seats and a raised top. The outside had a special paint job, the Sasquatch company logo on the side.
A minute down the road, and I was dead asleep.
11
“Hey,” Caspian said softly, his fingers clutching my hand. I was startled awake, breathing heavily. We were still in the van but it was pulling into a small gravel-packed parking lot hidden under a canopy of trees. The sun was dipping below the mountains and things were starting to get dark.
We’d been driving probably for a couple hours and I was still groggy and tired.
“You were having a bad dream,” Caspian said and I looked over at him. Caspian, me, and Pollux were squished in the very back of the van. We were crammed together because Caspian insisted I was next to him on the bench seat in the back. Pollux then refused to sit anywhere else, probably worried about being seen by Ben.
How Ben hadn’t noticed the seven-foot monster in western garb yet was beyond me.
“I don’t remember the dream,” I said. Emotions clung to me—fear and panic—but the dream itself had disappeared, the images washed away when I woke up. Caspian gave me a worried look and pulled me close. Ben had let him borrow a shirt he had stowed in the van. It looked more like a crop top on Caspian, molding to his body and looking obscene.
“It’ll be okay, Ava.” His hand smoothed down my back and I closed my eyes. When he did this I always believed him, even if for just a moment. I had to tell him about the cave at some point though and I was worried it would change everything between us. Would he still love me if I’d changed? Could he still love me if there was a darkness lurking inside me?
Ben finished parking the car and Caspian leaned forward to shake Brandon awake. He startled, sucking in a sharp breath. I got the feeling he had been having bad dreams too. When he realized where he was, he sighed and swept his green hair from his face.
“We’re here!” Ben said in excitement before hopping out of the van. We piled out of the van and Pollux darted behind Caspian, clutching his shirt in a death grip.
“Get off me,” Caspian snapped but Mothman didn’t react. He reached up with black, clawed fingers and tugged his hat down a little further. Caspian huffed in annoyance.
“Hey, check this out,” Ben said, with a big smile. Giddily he guided us to the back side of his van. None of us were interested in anything but rest but we shuffled quietly, trying to muffle our sighs. There was a big painting on the other side of his van. We all stilled in shock when we saw a rendition of Mothman intricately painted in detail. He was flying above a large bridge and the words “God of Doom” were painted in purples and golds.
“Uh…” Brandon said with wide eyes, trying to fill the silence.
“Do you like it?” Ben asked. He admired his van for a few minutes before swinging his head to look at us. “I really hope you do. It’s kind of nerdy but…” he trailed off and shrugged. His eyes zipped to Caspian and Pollux. Pollux had been gaping at the thing but once Ben looked over at him he tugged his hat down and ducked further behind Caspian.
“Don’t mind him, he’s shy. And it’s okay. If you’re into that kind of thing. Mothman always seemed a little weak to me,” Caspian said with a pleased smirk.
Ben just laughed then began to lead us into what appeared to be a collection of cabins snuggled into the side of a mountain. We were up at a higher elevation than we had been at the campground. I could feel it in the cool, thin air. I noticed large poles with security lights and cameras mounted on top, aimed inwards at the camp.
Brandon shuffled up beside me while Caspian and Mothman trailed a little further behind.
“This is your boss?” Brandon asked quietly, eyes darting around. Up ahead I could see the back of two cabins. Brandon looked apprehensive and jumpy. I couldn’t blame him. I should feel the same too, shouldn’t I? After what we’d just been through it only made sense to be hyper-aware of our surroundings and new people.
Except I was far too concerned about what was going on inside my own head to be worried about much else. Plus, I was still dealing with strong urges and mood swings.
Why I felt horny right now, made little sense. I visualized myself pressed between two big monsters, a huge tentacle cock squirming between my legs from behind, Pollux using his extra-long fingers to spread the lips of my pussy open, his tongue latching on to my clit. My body would vibrate with pleasure as I felt his bumpy cock push into me. All the while Caspian would purr in my ear about what a good girl I was.
I tripped on a tree root and cleared my throat awkwardly. Brandon shot me a concerned look, his eyes sweeping me over as if looking for injury.
“Are you okay, Ava?” His eyes flicked to Caspian a moment. Pollux had his shirt in a death grip and they stumbled like two stooges as they tried to walk together.
