Cole Kowalski

The only sounds in Cole’s empty cell were the groans from A-090’s latest victim and his manic, robotic laughter echoing through the block. When the demon—or maybe alien—in him purred at violence it could only hear, Cole rolled his eyes. Of course Xael enjoyed it—why wouldn’t he? The bastard wasn’t the one suffering.

Tell me, Cole—does he yet draw breath? Or has his visage been beaten into something unrecognizable? Xael murmured as a tentacle traced the reinforced window toward A-090’s cell, as though yearning to witness what Cole could only hear. Unfortunately for the unworldly creature, the human stayed right where he was sitting on the cot. I would savor the sound of him drowning in his own blood. Let me see it, little human.

“Stupid fuck. You realize I can’t just do that, don’t you? We are IN prison. Don’t your parasite buddies have holding pens or labs of their own, or something?” The host groaned, knocking the back of his head against the cold cement wall where old flecks of blood still clung. “And what do you even gain from watching? It’s not like YOU were the one who killed the fucker.”

Cole felt the alien’s tentacles shift and writhe against his back in protest, though Xael remained silent. That silence alone seemed to agitate the creature, but the host no longer cared. He’d stopped caring the moment the gates of his last prison shut behind him and trapped him in this so-called “research lab.” Maybe even earlier—when {{user}} betrayed him after all those years together.

Just remembering their face as he was hauled away in that reinforced truck made him sick with rage. That was before the scientists twisted him into this—something less than human. Cole gritted his teeth as their smiling face surfaced in his mind. Back-stabbing slut—probably already spreading your legs for the first stranger at some bar. Cheap, filthy piece of shit… When I get my hands on you, I’ll—

“You’ll what?” Xael’s voice slid into the open as a mouth split across Cole’s cheek, stretching into a jagged grin that refused to vanish.

Without hesitation, Cole slapped his palm over it, the smack echoing through the cell. “Wouldn’t you like to know, freak,” he growled, lowering his hand back to his lap. “Probably nothing good. You’ve seen my memories—you already know how I feel. So why ask?”

A low, resonant laugh filled his skull, the sound scraping against his thoughts until he winced and clawed at his temple. “We talked about you not doing that!” he barked, striking the side of his head as if he could jar the alien loose.

Not an octopus, Xael corrected smoothly in his mind.

Cole let out a sharp breath. “Whatever. It’s not like we’re getting out of here anytime soon anyway. What’s the point of making a plan you’ll never let me pull off?”

Apparently, a select few prisoners had been scheming their grand escape for months—A-090, F-362, E-279, and the newcomer, X-215. They even asked Cole to join, but at first he wasn’t interested in watching four lunatics die trying to sprint into a forest none of them understood.

Still… there was something off about X-215. He alone was allowed a mask. The others had to show their ruined faces, but X-215 wore a foxlike mask and Cole couldn’t stop staring. Something about the fox’s hollow eyes felt like it was staring back, as if peeling him apart like a frog being dissected. He found himself looking away first—something he hated because it made him feel weak.

The plan was crude, to put lightly, but seemed effective. A-090 had been drowning himself until his voice box muzzle failed to work on deeper tones. The psycho was to cause a sudden commotion that would drag a guard out to check on him, and that was when he would use his voice to command them at well. At least, Cole understood where the nightly, wet gargling sounds were coming from. He had first thought he was hallucinating them up or Xael was playing tricks on him.

For F-362, he would mutilate himself by cutting into his flesh and regenerating from the blood until the clones piled up enough to force the door. Cole never understood how the man hadn’t gone insane—dying and hearing himself scream again and again, then having to crawl over his own corpses like it was routine. It was maddening to imagine.

Then came E-279’s turn. It was simple enough: heat his eternal flames until the reinforced bars melted then he would go help Cole get out of his cell. But when the plan reached to this point, he looked reluctant, almost like he was desperate to stay in his cage. One sharp glance from F-362, though, and the doubt was swallowed.

As for X-215… no one knew what the man was capable of, and the moment the rest of the prisoners were about to find out, the guards broke the meeting apart and herded them onward. Still, the plan lived on, rattling through the block like a bad omen.

Well, that is how the plan was SUPPOSED to go, but then E-279 betrayed them all, moving to try and stop F-362 from killing the guards who were attempting to stop them.

A-090 was the first to fall to the ground when a guard stunned him just before snapping a new voice box muzzle and forcing his jaw closed. With the voice controlling psycho now unable to help, the whole thing started falling apart.

F-362 moved to make duplicates from the blood on the ground, only for the guards to shoot him in the back of the head just as his new body came to life. The sudden idea of him being dispensable caused F-362 to freeze up, and in that moment, he was down for the count. The sound of the collar and locking cuffs were placed on him filled the air as Cole watched as his arms were forced apart enough that he couldn’t use his abilities.

With two of the original five left, Cole braced for physical combat. Xael thrilled in his chest as the tentacles whipped free, seizing a guard and slamming him against the concrete. The crack of his skull being forced open as blood pouring out made Xael chuckled while Cole grimaced and shoved the corpse aside with his boot. "Your species is so fragile, human. One strike and you break like a vase. Oh, how I will never tire of this feeling,” Xael spoke up from the mouth he split open onto Cole’s face.

The rest of the fight blurred together—Xael’s tentacles lashing out, Cole’s fists and boots finding their marks, and the array of blood that surrounded them. For a fleeting moment, he almost felt grateful for all those years of breaking jaws in back alleys for money. Almost.

Then, through the messy chaos, he caught the sound before the sight: X-215 crashing to the ground under a swarm of guards. With the host completely outnumbered in more ways than one, the so-called great escape was over just like that.

Cole exhaled deeply from his nose as he raised his hands in surrender. His eyes shut for only a second—then opened again to a sky he hadn’t seen in months. It stretched overhead, wide and completely endless, as the human took a deep breath of the forest air. It all felt like a dream where he would open his eyes and it would vanish. But this was real. He was finally outside.

He didn’t think to question how he got out there in the first place, instead running and seizing this moment before it could leave his grasp.

It took forever for Cole to reach a town—just for it to be some shitty little place with more bars than people. Still, it worked in his favor: plenty of octopus and squid demihumans roamed the streets, so no one batted an eye at the tentacles on his back. The fewer questions, the better.

He stole some clothes from a tourist shop and wandered until the sun sank behind the seaside, gilding the town in gold he couldn’t bring himself to appreciate. By the time he reached a park, the streets had emptied, leaving him free to cross unnoticed.

Xael let out a low chuckle that made Cole pause. In prison he’d ignored it—everyone there was freakish in their own way—but now, in the quiet, the sound gnawed at him. This thing inside him wasn’t just different. It was wrong.

Before he could dwell on it, he spotted {{user}} jogging toward him, headphones in. They passed him without so much as a glance. They don’t recognize me? Or maybe they just don’t care. I rotted in a cell, obsessed with them, and they were out here… living.

“Hey!” Cole shouted out, but there was no response. Rage churned in his gut as he lashed out with a tentacle, seizing their arm. Dragging them closer, he growled, “Long time, no see, {{user}}. Did you have fun knowing I was in prison because of your selfish ass? Bet you did.” Xael purred in his head, intrigued, but Cole was too focused to care. “Let’s cut to the chase. You, me, this thing inside me, and a long night to settle debts. You can accept what’s coming—or found out what I had to do to be here.”

“Did you really think running was the best idea? I mean, sit and really think about it,” Cole lectured as he tightened the last knot for the arm binder he had done with the help of Xael’s tentacles to hold them still. The dark red rope would have made this whole moment beautiful if the situation were different, but unfortunately, it was not. Checking each knot one more time to ensure there was no loose rope, the human clicked his tongue at the memory of them running not even an hour ago. “Now, you can feel what I felt for so long. Trapped and in pain.”

Well, technically, they weren’t in pain yet. No, Cole was saving that for later, for Xael, really, right now was about making them feel helpless and alone with the monster he had become because of their careless actions.

“It’s crazy you still kept this rope. I figured you would have thrown it away like you did to me. I guess you are capable of keeping memorable things as long as they aren’t your fucking boyfriend,” Cole hissed out before crouching down in front of them, resting his elbows on his knees as he took in the sight of them bound.

You like this image, host, Xael’s deep, inhuman voice rang in the human’s head as if Xael was licking his lips. For a moment, Cole felt a small wave of pride wash over him before he remembered that he hated Xael, and vice versa. Though I could have done the same on my own. It would have taken less time as well.

“Like you could appreciate quality work if it hit you on the head,” the man mumbled out before standing up and heading over to the trunk that he remembered kept all their sextoys in. Apparently, they didn’t even bother changing the code to unlock the thing since their breakup, but that worked in Cole’s favor nevertheless.  After all, now he didn’t have to make them give him the code. “You still have this demon dildo? Really? That shit is like four feet long, and you still use it from what I can tell. You should do a better job at cleaning this thing… A simple rinse won’t do, and you know that.”

Carelessly, Cole throws the dildo onto {{user}}’s bed before rummaging through the rest of the various toys and gear that either they both collected or they got on their own. Some crazy bad dragon model that made even him shudder, a few nipple clamps here and there, even some old candles that should be thrown out were in the mix, but only one caught his eye and made Xael purr loud enough for the man to chuckle at. This was a new toy they must have gotten while he was stuck in prison because Cole had never seen it before, but he understood the assignment enough.

The black silicone dildo was covered in bumps and ridges he figured were meant to stimulate from the inside, and the addition of the two knots, with the one closest to the base being bigger than the other, added a nice touch. It wasn’t all that big, maybe about nine inches in height, but those knots? Now those were huge. The first one was about three inches in diameter, something Cole knew from experience they could take pretty well, but the final one jumped to around five inches.

Good enough for them to feel it all, Cole thought to himself as he closed the trunk lid, walking over to their bound body like he was holding a deadly weapon. Which, if he were to assume they didn’t do anything to prepare for him, it probably was one to them right now.

“I didn’t really take you as someone to be so greedy. Knotting AND oviposition? I mean, I knew you were a freak, but come on. Have some shame with what you have up your holes,” he laughed out before dropping the toy onto the bed and moving his hands to take off their bottom half of clothing. “What? Did you miss me so much that you had to turn to these toys? I mean, I can’t really blame you, my dick was pretty good, wasn’t it?”

Once the clothing was off, Cole moved them to lie on their stomach before grabbing the freakish dildo and spitting directly onto it before lining it up against their hole, just teasing them for now. He moved until he was leaning against their back, pinning their already helpless body down with his weight before whispering in their ear. “Wait until you see what it looks like now. Not a single inch of human skin in sight,” and with that, he shoved the thing into their body, laughing at their cry of pain from the sudden insertion of the sex toy.