Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

He squeezes his stomach in and grits his teeth as a wave washes over him, and another solid nugget forces its way out of his anus. A quiver passes through his body, and he bites down on his trembling lips with bloody effect. A sea of red explodes down his chin and across his face.
“F-F-FUCK!” he stammers, cupping his chin with a trembling hand, while the other stays tightly gripped to the toilet bowl.
A bang on the door startles him and causes him to push once more; this time, the nugget’s jagged corners rip pieces of his sphincter away on its exit, and he screams out in agony.
“DALE! DUDE, ARE YOU OKAY?” a voice cries from the other side of the door.
“D-D-Do I sound F-F-FUCKING OKAY TO YOU!” he bellows as he grips the toilet with both hands once again and rolls his lips into his mouth, feverishly sucking the gushing blood from the gash that is now proudly wide open upon his face.
“D-D-Did you eat t-t-the… you know, t-t-the t-thing?”
“Y-Y-You’re gonna have to be a-a l-little m-more specific a-about what the t-thing is, b-because I-I-I, I-I’ve eaten a-a-a l-lo…” he stammers as another wave washes over him and his eyes roll up into his skull. He lifts himself into a hovering position over the bowl, tightly gripping the bowl as he squeezes, and slowly another slightly larger nugget begins to protrude from his anus. He screams in agony as the nugget pushes its way out of him, tearing its rough edges through his flesh in bloody fashion.
“Don’t be a tossa Dale, you know what thing I’m talking about. The FUCKING banshee egg, you ate it, didn’t you?”
“W-W-W-WHAT M-MAKES YOU T-THINK THAT?” he roars as the nugget rips its way out and drops into the bloody sea of red that has now filled the bowl. Dale pants like an overheated dog, and looks between his legs, to spy a small creature splashing about in the red waters of his toilet. “I-I-I, it’s alive,” he stammers. The door to the toilet flies open as Kurt drives a well-placed powerful boot into its centre.
“YOU FUCKING ATE IT! YOU FUCKING ATE IT, YOU IDIOT!” he spits as he grabs Dale by the hair and pulls him off the toilet and tosses him out of the cubicle. “YOU FUCKING ATE IT, AND YOU DON’T EVEN CARE THAT YOU’VE DOOMED US ALL!” he yells as the little creature scrambles out of the bowl and balances perilously on the toilet’s rim. It lets out a little squeak and cocks its head to the side as it studies him, letting out another squeak as it does.
“S-S-S-See, I-I, I told you it would b-b-be okay.” Dale stammers as he pulls himself up to Kurt’s side.
Kurt looks Dale up and down, then looks back at the small creature.
“Do you know you’re bleeding from your arse,” he says, as he tilts his head to match the creature’s.
“D-Do you know h-h-how hard i-i-it is to g-give birth to something o-out your arse hole?”

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