A private commission I made to an internet friend a couple of weeks ago, they wanted me to do another Defibluv's style kind of animation.
A story description should be on here but honestly I don't know what to write, and I don't want to use chatgpt to generate a long ass text for it lol, so I guess anyone can make their own theories! A NERV experiment gone wrong? An attack on the facility with her as collateral damage? Or maybe it's just that the beers she drinks every night are finally taking their toll?
This is the first video I made fully controlled by rescue script. The script is available on my discord if you want to play through this scenario yourself with different characters or in a different environment.
The way that im in such a terribly resus horny mood
I want to be found sprawled out on the floor, my hair forming a dark halo behind my head. My chest barely rises with each pathetic excuse for an inhale. My heart is beating uselessly in my chest.
My nose is pinched shut as my head is tilted back with strong hands. My mouth is held opened, a pitiful gasp being exhaled just before warm lips completely cover my mouth. A deep breath is exhaled into me, so deep that it makes my needy lungs fully expand with the air, before itโs let out once the lips are taken from mine. Another deep breath in, a wheezy exhale out. It feels as if my lungs are deflated balloons.
This continues for quite some time. Eventually, thereโs a pulse check.
My heart has stopped beating.
My shirt is torn off and my bra is unlatched. My breasts bounce with their newly discovered freedom. Strong hands are placed right between them both, and the compressions begin.
One, two, three, four, so on and so on, my entire body rocks with the intensity of the compressions. The air that remained in my lungs come out in forced huffs that are so quiet they can hardly be heard. With my rescuer so close, only they can hear, almost as if theyโre the only one meant to.
My small chest gives in so, so easily to the harsh pressure thatโs forcing my heart to beat. Thereโs hardly a fight against your hands.
No, the true fight is between you and death thatโs threatening to take me away. You have to save me.
The round of compressions end. Breaths are given again. The compressions continue. This cycle goes on and on, and on. Youโre starting to get worried. My heart hasnโt started beating, I havenโt tried to take a breath of my own.
Youโre losing the fight.
My lips turn bluer by the second. Your compressions become harder and faster, your breaths deeper and longer. My chest is now pliable thanks to your hard compressions. My skin is now reddened from where your hands have been on my chest. This would hurt if I were alive.
You continue. On and on, forcing my useless heart to beat.
A strangled breath comes from my throat halfway through what feels like your fiftieth round of compressions. You pause and watch as my chest struggles to rise and fall against your hands.
You reach for my neck, you feel for a pulse..
It sluggishly pushes against your fingers. My heart is struggling to beat just as much as Iโm struggling to breathe. I still need help.
You just got me back. You canโt lose me. So, you tilt my head back once more, pinch my nose shut, and begin to give me rescue breaths to assist my strangled breaths.
With just one hand against my small, frail, feeble chest, you begin to thrust into me, assisting my heart in beating effectively. With every attempt of a heartbeat, you press into it, aiding it in properly pumping blood through my body. In between each attempt, you force it to beat again, and again, and again, trying to help it in replicating a stable rhythm.
As you beat into my chest with one single hand, you continue to breathe into me. My heartbeat and my breathing is entirely dependent on you.
One, two, three, four.. You help my heart beat.
One breath, another, anotherโฆ You help my poor lungs expand.
You continue before ceasing your efforts in order to see how my condition is, whether itโs improved or not.
Youโre in the kitchen getting a bottle of wine for us, well a second one to be exact. Itโs very warm out and Iโve drank quite a bit already. I decided to go jump in the pool to cool off and walk over the other diving board. As Iโm standing at the end of the board about to walk forward to jump in, I start to feel dizzy.ย
The world starts to spin and I try to steady myself against my own knees but this makes it more difficult to stand on the narrow board. I try to turn around to get off of it, but before I know it Iโm losing my footing and falling into the pool. On my way down my head hits the diving board and Iโm unconscious before I even hit the waterโฆ.
My body sinks with gravity into the water, a big splash behind me. My lungs exhale the last of the air in them and large bubbles rise to the surface of the water. I keep sinking and the water fills up my lungs and stomach. Finally when there is no more air I begin to float upwards and end up face down in the pool, my long brown hair spread out around me.ย
You come out, wine bottle in hand and look around for me. It takes a moment before your eyes land on my floating body at the deep end of the pool. โJenny? JENNY!โ You scream as you drop the bottle on the grass and dive into the water.ย
You grab me and pull me away from the diving board and flip me over. Its a struggle to swim me to the other end of the pool. My lips are a light blue already and I have a contusion on my head from the diving board.ย
You finally manage to drag me to the stairs at the other end of the pool and lift me onto dry land. You place me down gently on the grass andย press your ear against my chest, hoping to hear the sound of my heart or the movement of my breath- but you hear nothing.ย
You push on my bloated stomach to try and get the water out and it spills out of my mouth in small and then larger amounts. But I do not breathe. You check my pulse on my neck and find nothing. Then you violently rip off my pink bikini top and place your hands between my large c cup breasts; your middle finger grazing my right nipple. You press down hard- so hard- over and over and over again directly on my sternum. My breasts move with each compression, jiggling and wobbling, my nipples quickly becoming hard and erect with exposure to the air.ย
You lean down close to my face t breathe into me: your lips sealed around mine with my head tilted upward, my chest rises and falls dramatically. Each breath sends a huff out of my mouth back into yours. You place your fingers on my neck hoping for some change, but you feel nothing.ย
โCome on Jenny, stay with me baby! Stay with me!โ you scream as you move back to pumping my chest. โDamnit, Jenny, wake the fuck up!โ but my eyes remain closed and my chest remains still other than the movements you put into it.ย
It occurs to you to call 911, but your phone is in the kitchen and you dont want to leave me here, dying in the sun. Luckily our neighbor hears you through the window screaming and sees you doing compressions and calls. It will take her a few minutes to come over, but she initiates the call without you knowing.ย
โฆ..
Behind my closed eyes, my mind is barely able to make sense of what is happening. My heart is beating only because two hands are pushing down and small amounts of oxygen get to my brain. โSave me baby, please save me. I donโt want to dieโ. Goes through my head, one word with each compression because my brain cant think in between them. When air comes in my lungs, my brain shuts down completely because there is no blood flowing through it. I am scaredโฆ so fucking scared.
โฆ.
You continue your well intentioned assault on me as you crush my chest and breathe for me. You beg me to wake up, but my heart is in total flatline. Suddenly you hear someone at the fence screaming your name. You barely look up but you catch a glimpse of our neighbor, Jane, as she jumps the fence in shorts and a tank top.ย
โI heard you through the window and saw you doing compressions and I called 911. Iโm here to helpโ she says breathlessly. โLet me take over compressions, youโre going to get tiredโ You look at her, with deep fear in your eyes. She places her hands on yours and you move yours out from under them. You lean down and breathe for me once more.ย
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Janeโs hands are softer, but do equally hard compressions. I sense that there has been a change as fingers now graze my other breast, but otherwise have no idea what is going on. I just feel a sense of slipping away. โCome on, bring me back, donโt give up on meโ drifts through my brain in broken phrases as blood is pumped through it.
โฆ.
Sirens in the distance bring both ease and renewed fear. They break the trance you are in as you and Jane switch off every other set of compressions and breathe for me.ย
โWhat if they canโt bring me back?โย
โWhat if they say I am too far gone already?โ
EMTs hop the fence and bring out the AED immediately and start the process of intubating me. You continue doing compressions and Jane watches from above providing them with a description of what she saw when she called.ย
They shove a laryngoscope down my throat and then a tube follow it. I make gurgling sounds as they put the tube in and then attach an ambu bag to it. The other attaches leads to my chest and put the AED pads above my right breast and below my left on the side. The monitor reads a flatline so they set up an IV as well and inject epi and other drugs straight into me. I feel them being pumped up my arm from the pressure of your compressions.ย
โBaby, you gotta come back to meโ you grunt as you continue compressions. An EMT tries to take over, but you will not let them.ย
Suddenly there is a squiggle on the screen and the EMT tells you to stop compressions so she can shock me. โShocking at 250! Clear!โ You reluctantly stop and lean backwards and watch as a jolt of electricity go across my chest causing my back to arch and my breasts to reach up to the sky. I slam back down and my breasts shake, but in a different way than with the compressions.ย
โShocking again at 300! Stand clear! Shocking!โ Another bolt goes across and lifts my right shoulder and then my left side. I slam back down and the other EMT gives me breaths through the bag.ย
โNo change. Continuing compressions!โ The EMT takes over compression and you watch as they work to save me. Itโs killing you to watch me in this lifeless state right now.ย
โDamn it Jenny, just breathe already!โ you say as you pace back and forth.ย
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The shocks across my chest are painful and jarring. Death is supposed to be peaceful isnt it? I desperately want to come back but I feel I am losing control of that choice as each compression squeezes my heart between my breast bone and the ground. I worry that I am already dead and gone, but just stuck here.ย
โฆ..
โShe is still flatlineโ the EMT who has been bagging me says after three more minutes of CPR. โIm giving her more epiโ and drop the bag to work around the EMT giving compressions.ย
โContinue CPR and then we will do another pulse check in one minute!โย
You continue to pace and Jane attempts to comfort you with no luck. I know you, you donโt like to be touched or comforted when youโre stressed. You kneel down next to me and place your hand on my thigh. โPleaseโฆ. please Jenโฆโ
At that moment my heart starts to fibrillate on the monitor. โShocking at 360! Clear!โฆ. again! Clear!โ both shocks send my back arching even higher off the ground and cause me to land with an even greater impact than before.ย
After I land my heart starts to beat again and I start to choke on the tube. โBaby!โ you scream as they start to use a stethoscope on my chest and pull the tube out of my throat.ย
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My whole body is sore and feels like someone has broken my entire rib cage. I learn later its really just bruised deeply from the compressions, but I feel horrible. The pain is intense, but I feel your hand on my face after the tube is pulled out caressing my cheek and begging me to never do that again.ย
Dyonisia is supposed to protect Princess Euphemia, not the other way around. Features F resus, F rescuer, drowning, mouth to mouth, CPR, mild sexual advances on an unconscious person.
To touch the pale hollow of her throat would be more divine a reward than the keys to the kingdom of heaven. Princess Euphemia of the northern kingdom. Dyonisia had been charged to protect her, and she did so gladly. She feared though it was at the price of her very soul. Bad enough to lie to her king, to whom she'd sworn an oath of truth and virtue above all, so she could enter the rank of knighthood at all as one born of the cursed sex. Now she sat and harbored impure thoughts about the rose of the north. She was sure she would be driven mad before long, if things continued at this rate. She led her prized sorrel by the reins, leading the stupid thing down a narrow mountain path, the Princess sat riding sidesaddle. She watched the trees pass with her pleased little smile, always excited unreasonably by the simple things like nature. Dyon, as her majesty knew her, kept her hands tangled between the reins and her rosary, trying not to glanced back and enjoy the curve of her neck as she craned it to look at the canopy, heavy with fresh snow.
"I don't think there's a lovelier place in all the world," she sighed wistfully, taking in a deep lungful of chilly winter air. "Aye, m'lady. It's pretty." "Pretty doesn't even do it justice." Euphemia pat her lap, looking over at her knight with a smile that turned up her whole face, "I haven't even got the words for it. Ephemeral. Transcendent! Don't you feel closer to God in the quiet of a snowy forest?"
Dyon felt closest to God when the good Princess was at her side. When she reached out to pluck a fallen leaf from her pauldron or licked her thumb and wiped away a bit of smudge on her cheek. Even knowing full well it was likely the closest she got to hell in those moments of based lust and impropriety. She rolled her rosary between her fingers and sent up a prayer for forgiveness. Euphemia took her silence for awe at their surroundings, smiling up at the trees as they walked.
The pathway down narrowed until Dyon had to hold the reins with her arm angled behind her, walking ahead of the steed and Princess. Even in the dead of winter, the nearby river rushed and foamed, too teeming with anger to be frozen over. They picked their way carefully down the thin mountain trail, Euphemia admiring the scenery all the while.
Most creatures had gone into hibernation by now, or were busy keeping themselves warm. It was even more of a surprise then, when a simple field mouse raced from the underbrush between Dyon's greaves. It darted so quickly she barely had time to notice it before it had begun to weave through the gangly limbs of Euphemia's horse, and the steed stomped its hooves and began to flounder. Euphemia clutched its neck as it reared and shouted, "Whoa, easy, easy! It's alright-" but the thing was too startled to listen. Dyon grabbed for the reins as it crashed back onto all four hooves, only for the full weight of its heavy skull to clangor against her own. She wasn't wearing her full regalia, and without a helmet, the blow was hard enough she saw stars. The horse bolted forward a few steps before she could recover from the sudden swimming sensation, striking her with its broad chest as it tried to flee. She went off balance. Then she went off the narrow path.
"Dyonisia!" Euphemia screamed in the terrifying moment her knight hung in the air before he plummeted out of her sight. She managed to pull on the reins enough to get the horse to stop thrashing, but it was too late. She heard the heavy splash below. Her entire body ran cold and she spurred the horse forward so roughly she cut into its hide, forcing it into a gallop down the winding path. The river rushed by frighteningly fast, almost too fast for her eyes to keep up with the armor clad shape donning her father's colors of crimson and black. Dyonisia was being carried away by the current swiftly, he was already nearly out of her line of sight. Her panicked hyperventilating made little clouds as she raced along the frozen bank. She managed to catch up, throwing herself down from the saddle and clambering to her knees. Dyon's pauldrons cut into her palms as she reached out and caught him, the force of the river nearly ripping him out of her grip as soon as she'd got him. The water was freezing, instantly numbing her fingers so they were clumsy to maneuver, but she still managed to hook an arm under his and heaved his head up from under the current. "Dyon," she panted, "God, Dyon! I've got you, I've-ngh!" She snatched for her horse's adornments, nearly losing her cargo the moment she wasn't holding on with both hands, but she held fast. She urged the horse back and for once, the thing obeyed, pulling her and Dyon both back from the water's edge. His armor weighed more than Euphemia had ever carried in her life, so when at least his chest was freed, she grabbed for a rope, a piece of cloth, anything, and fastened it around his chest. Then she looped it around the saddlehorn and began pulling on the horse until it backed away fully from the river, dragging Dyon to the base of a nearby tree.
She was already exhausted, shivering and wet by the time she dropped to her knees at his side. "Speak to me, please say something!" She cupped his cheeks between her hands and gasped at how frozen his skin was. His face was porcelain, his lips white as frost. His hair clung wetly to his face, and as the Princess smoothed it away from his eyes, she saw he stared hollowly ahead. His gaze was glassy and unfocused, peering out from uneven lids. Euphemia shuddered from head to toe. Nothing passed from between his slack lips.
She set about undoing his armor, as best she could anyway. She tugged at straps she didn't know the purpose of and undid any clasp in sight, hauling away the breast plate once she'd managed to undo it. Her uncle was a sailor, and had often told her of the times he'd saved drowned men on his crew, but she never thought his knowledge would be important in her life. Now her knight, her dearest friend, lay dead beneath her, and she scrambled to recall his stories. She knew there was water in Dyon's lungs she had to get out. She settled her shaking hands against his stomach and shoved as hard as she could into the padding of his gambeson. A little trickle of water gurgled up from his lips. Not nearly enough. Euphemia moved, throwing her leg over Dyon's so she straddled his hips, his tasset freezing cold as her legs and inner thighs braced against it. Her layers of clothes were soaked through, making it even more of an unpleasant sensation when the icy metal met her skin. She pushed away the thought and once more thrust in against Dyon's belly. She heard water slosh inside of him, but only a little trickle came out.
The latches of his gambeson dug into her numb hands. The sodden padding was making it hard to find purchase, so she fumbled and tugged at the clasps until she could push it away from his body. Underneath, his skin was milky white. Her fingers moved up from his belly as she moved the cloth away, revealing muscles and skin and- cloth. She paused briefly as her hand met with gauze wrapped tightly around his chest. Was this what hindered her efforts? Had he been wounded? Euphemia stared down at his naked chest, at the hard edges of his clavicle, at the hint of chest above the bandages, and felt her heart race a little faster. She snatched for the dagger at his belt and slid it carefully between his ashen skin and the cloth, cutting at the gauze as she moved it up his chest. The oddness made sense suddenly as ghostly white breasts pushed away the bindings. For a moment, too long for the circumstances, she stared down at the secret her knight had kept all these years. She absently moved her hand from where it laid against Dyon's sternum, brushing aside the bindings so it exposed one of her pale nipples, still hardened from the cold, even without blood flow. Her hand hovered. Then it brushed against the little mound of flesh.
She shook her head, snapping herself back to reality. Whatever secret Dyon kept, he-she needed Euphemia. Positioning herself against her stomach, she shoved once more. And this time a spurt of foaming white came from her mouth and nose both. She resisted the urge to recoil. It had to be a good thing. Again she shoved her whole weight against his stomach, and again she spit up a thick white foam, accompanied by a wet sound that made her shiver. She did this again and again until she could no longer hear water roll inside her gut, and reached up to tilt her head to the side and let the remaining liquid dribble out. She wiped at her face hastily. What else had her uncle said? Her thumb touched Dyon's bottom lip. "Ye ever kiss a sailor?" Her uncle had laughed. "Like kissin' a latrine! But it's either that or lose a man, and neither of ye speak of it after."
Euphemia swallowed in a dry throat. She'd never kissed anyone. Man or woman. She had wanted, for a long time now, to kiss Dyon. Not like this. She'd wanted to share their warmth and feel their breath. Not this cold and unmoving slab of ice. She shifted, laying across the knight's muscular stomach, one hand bracing her weight and the other on Dyon's cheek. She tilted her head towards herself and those blue sky eyes stared up and past her. The Princess stared into her face from between the little clouds her breath made in the cold. Slowly, she lowered her mouth to touch Dyon's. Her lips were as cold as the rest of her, wet and slack and unmoving, but Euphemia couldn't help moving her mouth slightly against them.
Breaking free of this before she had a chance to daydream, she deepened the kiss, pinching her nose shut. She drew a breath in and blew it hard into Dyon's mouth. She could hear it as it filled her cheeks and the rush of it going down her throat. She felt the knight's chest rise up against her own, her breasts pressing up against Euphemia's corset. She blew until the end of the breath, then sucked in another and fed her that one as well. When she parted, she watched the warm breath leak back out of Dyon's mouth in a stream.
Those two deep breaths left her light headed. She sat back up and swayed briefly. The ribbing of her corset dug painfully whenever she tried to breathe. She growled in frustration and grabbed the dagger again, carving at her corset and bodice until she could rip some of the fabric away. It was too heavy with water to maneuver in anyway. She cut away a few miles of her soggy dressing while she was at it, casting it aside to the snow. Once she felt lighter, she again touched Dyon's face. She still wasn't breathing, her mouth now a shade of gray and the normally soft pink tongue beyond had lost its color as well. Euphemia looked her over, trying to figure out what she was doing wrong, what needed to be done to save her. Again she looked at her chest, cold and still. She lowered her ear to the knight's sternum, pressing her cheek hard to the smooth, frozen skin. She was met only with the silence of the winter forest. Her heart had stopped beating. It likely had been stopped for awhile now while she uselessly fumbled. Dread washed over her and she couldn't help a soft moan of grief. "You can't die," she rasped hoarsely, "Not because of me... I shouldn't have brought you out here!" She squeezed her eyes shut and for a moment, so overcome by it all, she simply nuzzled her cheek against the sanctuary of her ribs. Her nose and mouth briefly ran along the inside of the knight's breast, her lip dragging across the flesh there.
But she only allowed herself this one moment. Then she sat up straight again, planting her hands in between her breasts. "Yer half dead yerself when yer done pumping 'em like a butter churn, and they're sore as hell by the time they wake," her uncle's voice echoed, "But it's bet'er than 'em bein' dead." Anything was better than her staying dead.
Euphemia thrust her hands in against her knight's heart as hard as she could manage. Again and again, pumping her heart which lay unmoving in her breast. Dead, her mind kept screaming, dead, she's dead, gone. Warm tears heated her face, running trails down her frost bitten cheeks. They cooled against her skin and she shivered all over. Euphemia had never been very strong, used to a life being pampered and cared for wasn't conducive to building up any real strength of body. Or of character. But everything she had, she poured into Dyon's body, throwing her whole weight behind every thrust.
"Don't go," she found herself hoarsely whispering. Her arms burned, and she didn't know how long she should keep going. If it didn't work, how would she know when to stop? That thought was unbearable. It had to work. Dyon had been loyal, faithful. Beautiful. She stared down at her hands sinking again and again into the center of her chest, her breasts swaying with every pump. Her body jerked as she sat astride it, armor clinking softly as the force of compressions jostled her limp form. When it finally felt like she needed another breath, Euphemia all but collapsed against her chest. She was breathing hard herself, and gulped at enough air to even offer up to her dead knight.
"Breathe," she whispered as their lips met, then made a seal of their mouths. She held her nose closed with one hand, the other resting against her chest to feel the breath go in. It forced her sternum to rise and sink when they parted. Euphemia glanced down out of the corner of her eye as she laid against her knight's body. She gave up another breath-only this time, she smoothed her fingers from the spot above her unbeating heart and let her hand cup one of Dyon's breasts. The second breath rose into her palm. Her eyes fluttered shut. She'd never touched a woman like this. It felt like hellfire lapped at her heels, especially since this was a violation in so many regards. Dyon was vulnerable, trapped in a life and death struggle. Yet there was the unmistakable allure. She held her knight's life in her hands. She had most of their lives. If she'd wanted the knight executed, she could have said the word. But it was different now. For once, she was the one protecting. She wanted to save her. She wanted it more than anything, and there was an odd sort of euphoria to the whole thing.
"Dyon," she murmured, her lips still moving against the knights as she pulled back only an inch or so. "You have to do whatever I say. I am your regent. I am your sworn master, I-" Tears once more spilled over. "I am yours. I always have been." She drew back, cupping her face in her palms. "Since the day you arrived at the palace. I have been yours." Euphemia drew in a shaky breath, sitting back up. She picked the rhythm back up, thrusting her palms in against Dyon's heart.
"So please ... Please just breathe!" She shoved down hard, and met resistance. Her whole body went stock still. As she tried to force down the knight's ribcage, it rose up to meet her strike. She gasped and drew her hands away, eyes darting to Dyon's face. Her eyes had closed, no longer staring up with that awful glazed look of death, her brow slightly furrowed. Her lips moved. She was pulling shallow sips of air. The princess laughed like a madman and again cupped her face in her hands. "There you are, oh please, again my sweet knight! Breathe for me!" She wasted no time as she threw herself down, again capturing the other woman's lips to give her aid. Dyon sucked at the offered breath, and the next her princess frantically offered, until the third one rekindled her lungs in earnest and she gasped, coughing roughly as Euphemia pulled away.
She wept with relief and joy as she scooped up the knight and cradled her head against her chest. Dyon clawed for air, her lips pressed to the princess' shoulder. "That's it," she cooed, cradling her head. "There we go... There we go..." She pressed a kiss against the cold, soaked hair, so overcome with adrenaline and relief she pressed another to her temple. Then she was kissing her all over her face, the bridge of her nose, the corner of her eye, her brow, her cheek, her- lips. Soft and yielding but alive. Made warm again by her efforts. And this time, when she kissed her, Dyon's lips reciprocated, instead of hanging limp and open. Her mouth was hot again, and her own breath heated Euphemia's, instead of just sighing out her used air against her face as before. And she didn't pull away. She stayed there, their lips crushed together, eagerly drinking her in. Dyon kissed her. Was kissing her.
Her hand folded over the knight's exposed breast, feeling her heart beating into her palm. The heart that she had held and tended to so carefully. The heart she had saved. She pulled away from the kiss, staring down into the other woman's ice blue eyes. Dyon stared back up at her.
She had feared how the princess would react if she ever knew. Would she still look at her bulwark the same? With those tender, sparkling eyes? With adoration? Or would it be disgust that she had been deceived, hatred for all the times they'd brushed hands and exchanged glances and Euphemia had blushed. But she was looking at her now. And there was more than she could ever hope for written on her face.
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