“Frankie, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into?” I asked myself out loud, longing to hear any other fucking human voice. Or anything. Something was off with this island. It was too god damned quiet.

I was running medicine, bought at Canadian wholesale prices for pennies and sold by the ‘off books’ pharmacies for cheap. I make a mint and the poor American saps don’t have to pay no fuckin’ huge copay. Everybody wins. Except big Pharma. Which is precisely why I had more police boats on my tail than when I ran meth. The police show up when you cut into corporate profit margins.

So I went to lose them in the fog. Which worked. But I also lost myself. And now I’m on this quiet, creepy fucking island and I haven’t even heard a god damned bird since I got here. And the fog. It’s heavy. Feel like I could lick it off my arm. This place gives me the creeps.

Wasn’t on my map either. Granted, I go this route because of all the fucking hazards. No sane asshole would ever go this way. But I knew this place like the back of my fucking hand. I should have been able to navigate it in the fog.

But then I ran dead into this big fucking island. This quiet fucking island that shouldn’t be here. There is no way I got that lost. This should not be.

“Frankie, keep your head. You lost the cops, and so you live to fight another day.” I shuddered thinking about those pigs. Last time I got picked up for running they had the lady do the fucking cavity search while the men watched. She made a big fuckin’ show about it. Fuck, was lucky to make it out of there without those hornballs tryin’ anything.

Creepy fucking cops.

Cops or island? Man or bear? Island. Bear. Easy decisions, really.

But my boat was fucking totaled on the shore and I didin’t recognize any of this vegetation. I’ve hid on these islands for weeks doing drops before. I know how to live off them. But these plants ain’t like nothin’ I’ve dealt with. Don’t know what I can eat. Some of it looks like it could eat me.

And I wouldn’t dare go near the shoreline till morning. Let the cops clear out. So for now, I just went deep enough to keep the shore in my sights. Figured I would find something. Even a creek with some fresh water. This place was huge, had to have some flowing water somewhere.

Except it’s so fucking quiet and I can’t even hear a stream. And the shore, that very fucking shore that was right there before i turned my head, was now gone. And I had lost all sense of direction.

Then I saw something in the trees move. I mean, I don’t think I saw anything, but the trees moved in a way that meant something stronger than a breeze was moving close to it. But still, no noise. None at all.

And I froze and watched. The movement, the unreal jungle of vegetation shimmering and parting as something unseen crept toward me in a slithering sort of pattern. I gripped my pistol. I had three knives on me if things got dangerously close. The most important thing to do wasn’t to panic. It was to identify whatever the fuck parts fucking trees and makes no fucking noise!

FUCK! Breath. Count.

One. Two. Three. Calm down, it’s getting closer.

Four, five, six. Let your arm go slack next to the gun.

Seven, eight. It’s coming to the clearing ahead soon.

Nine. We fire to kill.

Ten!

I drew my gun and pointed it, ready to fire. My body froze, and I broke out in a cold sweat. A child. I had almost killed a child. She was dressed weird. All old-fashioned like, but couldn’t have been more than ten.

I lowered my weapon, but I didn’t put it away. Not yet. “Hey little girl, where’s your Mommy?” She tilted her head and regarded me without a word. She didn’t move right. Like, that’s not how people move. “Is your Daddy around?”

Her mouth opened as wide as her jaw would allow. And from her came a perfect copy of my voice, “Is your Daddy around?” She didn’t talk, not in any sense that her mouth or tongue moved. The voice just came out of her. “Is your Daddy around?”

“Fuck!” I raised my gun to the little girl, because that’s not a fucking little girl. Little girls don’t move in that creepy way like she’s trying on her body for the first time, and they don’t speak back to me in my voice. What the fuck is this thing?

“Fuck!” It yelled in my voice again. Then, shit, how can I even explain it. The little girl… unfolded. Or she folded in on herself. “Fuck!” Then, in a different voice, in a low, sultry tone, it said, “Are you my Daddy?” Then my voice again. “Is your Daddy around? Fuck! Fuck Daddy around?” Then back to the other voice, “Are you my Daddy?”

And from the folding and unfolding mass, arms and legs emerged. Too many. And it turned into a woman. Almost a woman. Extra set of arms. And antlers. Nice set of tits that would have been easier to appreciate if it weren’t so horrifying. It asked again, “Are you my Daddy?”

“BACK THE FUCK UP!” It flinched. I didn’t like that. So I unloaded every bullet into the woman. No, the thing. It was no more than a few yards away. I aimed dead fucking center, and every time I’ve had to fire this fucking thing I’ve hit what I needed to. And this time, eight bullets spread into her chest.

But she didn’t bleed. Oh, there were holes. Holes that were quickly filling in. Like the damaged skin was folding away from the wound and then back on top of it, and mending flesh. I froze as I watched it. Even as it walked toward me, I couldn’t move. And then the thing… grabbed me by the waist with one set of arms, and I was lifted off the ground. The other set of hands grabbed my head and pulled me down to its face.

And it kissed me. Or rather, it pressed its lips to mine. Something cold and chilling was pushed into my mouth. It clinked. Tasted like metal. Then she pulled me back and regarded me. I spit out the bullets. She had returned them. Polite monstrous horror.

Then it screamed. It was piercing, horrible. It wasn’t a human noise. Not like anything I ever heard in nature either. Like… if a whale shrieked.

So naturally, I screamed as well. But that’s where the naturalness came to an end because no noise left me. The air poured out of my lungs. I could feel the force of it. But I was wrapped in silence.

And then the scream changed. It was my scream. From that mouth. It’s slack-jawed, unmoving mouth. Like it was stealing it from me. It’s tits folded inward add outward. And from between them, a new arm emerged. It touched my shirt, felt the texture between its fingers. And then its face began to rearrange. And piece by piece. It became me.

So here I am. On an island that shouldn’t be here. Getting studied and copied by something that shouldn’t be. And the newest hand that had been touching my clothes raised in the air. And it showed me how it could change its finger into something sharp and terrifying.

Then it giggled. And everything went silent. And without a noise, that finger ran down from the collar of my shirt, slicing through it as if there were no resistance whatsoever. And with the tip of that deadly talon threateningly scraping along my skin, it sliced down my shirt. Then right through my belt. And, it kept going in ways arms shouldn’t move.

The arm sank down its chest and extended. And it cut right through my jeans. I felt the claw move between my labia as its wrist flipped upside down. It felt like a fucking ghost, I could tell it was there and if I had moved at all I would have been cut. Then the arm got longer. And longer. And snake-like. It reached between my legs and the claw sliced up the crack of my ass till the jeans were split.

It withdrew the arm back inside itself. And new arms emerged from its sides, and it grabbed my body and spun me around as if I had no weight at all. Pulling at the cut clothes. It found my knives. Including the one that spilled out of my boot as it was pulled off my foot. It unwrapped my body and discarded the fabrics to the side before delicately setting me down onto my knees, naked and bare.

I stood, but didn’t dare run. I knew that fucking thing could catch me. That the dense forest was its silent home, and I would have no chance of hiding or getting away. The only thing to do was wait and see what it would do.

It withdrew the extra arms back into itself until it had the standard two arms and two legs. And then the skin rippled. Changing in color to my dark brown skin tone. It mimicked everything. Right down to the freckles on my nose. And the shape changed, too. The breasts became smaller, and it took on my tomboyish frame. It even stole the full, curly bush I proudly refused to trim. It looked good.

Then it asked again. “Are you Daddy? Fuck! Fuck! Daddy?” It smiled with my face. It was sickening and creepy. Going in and out of my voice, regarding my naked body. I realized I was burning hot with fear. Sweat was pouring down me. Then a man’s voice in a Maine accent, “I’m gonna make you feel good.”

I realized what it had in mind. Fuck, no difference from the cops after all. Except more polite about it somehow. Despite the threat, it didn’t advance on me. I tried to speak, and I felt something release in my chest, and my voice was my own again. “What are you?”

I was sorry I asked. It answered not with one voice. Not two. But it felt like hundreds at once. And they all said one thing. “Goddess.”

I nodded. “Oh. Not… not exactly humble.”

Its face changed. It stopped being mine, which I appreciated. It picked a new one. Couldn’t tell if it was a girl or a boy actually. But it was pretty. “Say my name, bitch!” The voice didn’t match the face. Sounded drunk and old.

“Fuck! You’re kind of terrifying me so maybe don’t be so god damn rude about it!” I could talk. I could interact with it. I should have been frozen in terror, but at this point, I had begun to wonderfully crack. This wasn’t supposed to be. Nothing about this could be real. So as long as it couldn’t be real, I could talk with it. I was just… just on an island by myself, going crazy. I took comfort in that thought. “Maybe next time, say ‘please’.

“Say my name, bitch! Please. Please.” The old man’s voice was then mine. And then the multitude repeated, “Goddess.”

“Alright,” I nodded. I guess it had met me halfway. “Goddess.”

It giggled. Turned to this pretty petite blonde woman with pigtails and blue eyes. Then repeated in my voice alone, “Goddess.” She smiled. Then suddenly turned into a large, bulky man with a giant pulsing cock.

I recoiled, and it reacted. It frowned and turned back to the girl. It looked… sad.

“I’m gonna make you feel good.”

“Are you… trying to figure out what I want?” I realized something else strange. The fog was making me more than dizzy. It was so fucking hot, and getting hotter. And I was becoming wet. Not sweaty. Wet. And it started out like a faint, annoying buzz. But began to grow. Lust. Need. Pure fucking lust.

Its genitals started folding. It became a cock. “Take it!” Then it changed again into a pussy. “Take it!” Back to the cock. “Take…”

“Yeah, that one. I… I like dicks.” I shook my head, trying to keep my senses. “But… What do you want?”

It answered, each word in a new voice. “Pretty. Sounds. Make. You. Take it! I love you. Pretty. Sounds.” It reached out a hand and touched my lips. “Hungry. Sounds.”

It kept changing. It sometimes shifted colors to greens or blues beyond normal human skin tones. Briefly, its head became that of an animal. A snake once. Another time, a crow. It reached out to me, and I reached back and took its hand. It landed on a face. It was gorgeous. Light brown skin. Large, powerful nose. Smooth skin and full lips. It… it reminded me of this girlfriend I used to have. One from the local Rez. She left me the first time I got picked up for running.

It could have been her sister. She smiled at me, seeing the face put me at ease. Then her breasts changed sizes, expanding and reducing. Watching my face as I reached out. I wanted to touch. Touch… her. The Goddess. I wanted to feel its form change in my hand.

My fingers cupped her breast. “Oooo! Ah! Jillian!” It parroted a call of ecstasy. One that had been spoken for Jillian, apparently. My hand withdrew; that was creepy enough to bring me back to my senses. It tilted its head, studying me. “What are you?” My voice from before. It had responded with Goddess. So she wanted my name as well.

“Frankie,” The heat. The perfect body was constructed for me. Her cock that seemed to be growing harder and fuller as I looked at it. I… I needed her. “Call me Frankie.”

“Frankie.” It repeated. It played with my name. It wasn’t like the other words it perfectly replicated. This time, it changed it. Like it was trying to take it apart and make something new with it. The voice seemed to modulate, sometimes manly, sometimes almost childlike. Eventually, it was something deep, yet feminine. A voice with a dusky quality. “Frankie.”

I moaned when it said my name. It bristled across its skin at the sound. She smiled. She pulled me by the wrist against her body. Her skin felt like… like it was touching me. Not… sorry. Getting hard to describe. Not like it was just pressed against mine. Like her flesh was countless fingertips running over me in a way that felt so fucking insanely intimate.

My mouth opened, and silence. I was cumming just from her touch. Hard. Harder than I ever had in my life. And I screamed my orgasm. Silence. And her lovely face nodded and smiled. The face my Goddess had put on for me beamed with an alien pride. Her sides folded and unfolded to give way to more arms to embrace me. She wrapped herself around me and opened her mouth.

My voice. My orgasm. She whispered it quietly into my ear. I’m sure it was a scream when I let it out, but she turned it into a whisper. “God! Fuck! Fuck yes! Ohhhh! AHHHH!” It was haunting and melodic. Like she was turning it into a song just for me.

And her nipples pressed against mine. They… they were hard and moved on their own. Circling my areola, and if I could make a noise, I know I would have whimpered. Pleasure swelled, and I closed my eyes and reared my head back to shout. Silence from my mouth. Then a warm, wonderful wetness on my tits. I didn’t want to look. I didn’t want to see it because that would make it true. But her nipples had turned into mouths that licked and sucked and… and bit.

My toes spread wide, and I realized I was being cradled in her arms, yet lay backward. A bed of arms lifted me into the air, and hands on her hips grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide. That scream from before. The one that made no noise. When her cock claimed my cunt, she let it out. In all its full volume. My body tensed, and my heart skipped. I wrapped my arms around her. She grew quieter again. And I felt safe.

Again, I was cumming. A new one. But the last one hadn’t finished. Mouths on my skin. She had figured out I liked being bitten, so many teeth of all sizes. Nibbling and nipping. Sometimes… gnawing. And her fingers gently stroked my cheeks. She seemed particularly taken with the way my curly hair bounced. Three new hands appeared from behind her back to reach out and pull on my curls. “Pretty. Pretty.” The voice came out, separate but at the same time as my orgasm, that she sweetly whispered back to me.

And her torso remained so very still. The face, my face that she picked out for me, nodded and rocked with an odd cadence. Tilting side to side and grinning. And I was held so still in her arms. Which made the sensation of her roughly jamming that cock hard into me all the more unreal. Her body, her hips, weren’t constructed by any means I could understand. And while she slammed hard between my legs, sending waves of pleasure through me like electric currents, the rest of her remained still as pond water.

“Fuck me like your whore. Fuck me like I’m your slut. Never stop! Never stop fucking me. I love you, Goddess! I need you!” Her mouth. My voice. That… that must have been what I was saying. I was saying things to her without knowing. How long ago was that? How long had she been fucking me.

Time… time started to get weird. I was crying. How long had that been going on? The sun through the fog. The one that was just on the horizon had not moved. This island. This Goddess. They existed on their own terms outside of what I knew. And the pleasure, my silent screams seemed to go on forever. Until finally, it didn’t.

I was lowered to the ground, placed on the dirt. I was weeping. I, I don’t even know why. Silently. She kept my sobs as well, and lovingly played with my hair. I was just so overwhelmed. And frightened and turned on. And… and… love. I had rarely felt love in my life. And never quickly. But it flooded into my heart like it had breached a dam.

I swelled with a needful longing. I never wanted to leave my Goddess.

And I felt her holding me, lifting me off the ground. The skin now remained still against mine. Still unworldly, but not… feeling me like it had been doing before. “Frankie.” My name. In the voice she chose for me. Wearing the face that was the face of my personal Goddess. “Frankie. Frankie. Frankie.”

She whispered it to me again and again. Hot all over. Dripping sweat. Dripping sex. Drooling. I nestled against her breast. She was so tender. So… so fucking tender.

“Frankie. Mine. Mine. Frankie.” She leaned her face against mine.

“Yours.” My voice. She had returned it. And my crying was nearly finished. The tired gasps that come after a good cry were all that was left. “I’m yours.”

She nodded and carried me deep into the island that shouldn’t be. My Goddess, the creature that can’t exist. Where was I?

“Home.” She whispered to me.

I smiled. “Home.” This island was my home.