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“Step inside, my child. Rest your weary bones. Let the fear and pain evaporate away like the sunrise dispelling the night. Here, you are safe. Here, you are free. Wether of scale or fur, you have a place here. After all, it’s not the species that makes the vermin; it’s the heart.”
-Isabella
For partner #19
Jiroko
Rated: R for blood/gore, extreme violence, dark themes, nudity, dark humor, suggestive themes, and foul language. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Hello. If your reading this, than I am indeed dead. So to the person reading this, I hope you aren't a slave to Jiroko. Although, if you work for Jiroko, I give you a special middle finger salute from my grave, wherever it may be. To my family, I wish you well. Well then, let us begin.
CHAPTER ONE
A loud slam echoes the corridors. The cries and screams of the anguished echoes through Kira's tormented mind. "Ugh, they brought in a fresh batch, poor guys." The sound of flesh ripping echoed out and the screaming abruptly stopped. Kira winces and cracks one eye open, surveying his dismal cell. He sits upright, stretching loudly while he gently rubs his curled horns to push the sleepy feeling out of them. Kira looks down at large metal collar wrapped around his neck and scowls. The young Shapeshifter hears a rattling sound and a sleepy growl. "Kira, what time is it?" The sleepy voice mumbles. Kira walks to the edge of his dismal cell and peers through the bars to look down the hall. The broken musty clock showed 4:51 am. "Ah, about ten till five. Shit, the Carnival is today, too." Kira groans, walking over to the sleeping figure before sitting down. Above him, on the ledge, the sleeping body of a thin, frail, tortured little girl is sleeping fitfully on the ledge, whimpering in eternal pain. The large, metal tube attached to the back of her neck that dived into her lower back was a testament to that. Kira looks down at the thin female, now sitting up and stretching. Kira eyes the numerous scars criss-crossing her back, as well as the now dull blue of her once brilliant sapphire blue scales. Her cerulean blue eyes listed lazily over her surroundings. "Kira, are you okay?" She asks, scratching at her collar, her sharp claws clanging off the hard metal. Kira sighs, a sorrowful hint in his voice. "The Carnival is today. I don't know how long I can continue this.....twisted lifestyle. I just do-" The alarm sounded at that time, a piercing wail that echoed off of the dismal cell walls. Kira, Dimitri, and everyone else In the cell wince at the sudden sharp noise. Dimitri stands up and start stretching. Footsteps are heard as the group in the cell stands up and faces the cell bars. A large soldier with short-cropped hair wearing a Jiroko crest on his breast stands in front of the cell, his M4A1 holstered at his side. Kira sighs. "Nightie night, freaks." The soldier sneers into the cell as he presses the button on his wrist. Kira can feel the charge building up in the back of his collar as a powerful jolt of electricity flows into his body, knocking him (and everyone else in the cell) unconscious. "Damn that shock sucks" was the last thought that passed through his mind before he fell to the cold, metal floor.
CHAPTER TWO
Kira soon wakes up in a white room. He looks around him and sees nine others also waking up. Kira surveys the room and starts stretching. Kira looks around at his newfound opponents. "Hmm, that one is going to be difficult. Tall, muscular, around 17 years old, and from the markings, possibly a Samoan Kijora. Well shit. Huh, she looks quite fierce, with those talons and all. He looks quite interesting. Are those gills on his wrists?" Just then, one of the prisoners walk over to Kira. "Hey, no hard feelings when I kill ya, ok?" The inmate says while giving Kira a weak grin". Kira simply replies: "At least when you die you can be free from this hell". Just then, a loud grinding sound filled the room as the floor splits up and gyrates, a large machine coming out of the ground. The inmates (Kira included) all circled around the strange machine. A loud hissing sound fills the small room as numerous mechanical "arms" slide out of the machine. The tips of the arms end in a three digit "key". The arms extend and attach to everyone's collar. The "key" rotates and a small hissing sound is made as the collar unlatches. The heavy collar is pulled off and a smaller, white band is attached in its place. The machine's arms fold back into the machine as it disappears back underground, the floor closing behind it. The wall panels suddenly flip over, revealing an array of gleaming weaponry. He walks over and grabs a long, curved knife with a black hilt. He skillfully flips it shut and hooks it on the bandaging on his right ankle. Kira takes a moment to study his reflection on the mirrored wall. He sees a thin boy, about seven, looking back at him. He has dark grey skin and an almost anorexic frame. He has black hair with a gold stripe down the side, with a pair of smooth, curling black horns. He has a strange design on his left side, and a long, curling whip-like tail with a golden tip, approximately six feet long . His feet ended up in pure black, razor-sharp talons. Each toe-claw was an impressive 4 1/2 inches long, like long blades. The scales were a shiny black color, yet hard as steel. The scales started at the back of his knee and went all the way down, covering his feet. He held his hand out in front of him, studying the scales. The scales started off near his elbow and ran all the way down his arm. His hands were long and boney, ending in razor-sharp claws. The scales gave off a shiny glare, like obsidian glass. Kira flexed and the scales shot straight up, forming a deadly saw-like effect all down the side of his forearm. He relaxed and the scales slowly laid back down. The underside of his arms were a pale grey color. He was dressed in nothing but a few bandages. He grins, revealing pure white, razor-sharp teeth. His eyes were a brilliant golden color. He has numerous scars on his body, a large one across his neck (from Dimitri's scythe). Kira visibly flinches from the beat-down she gave him. The intercom turns on and starts beeping.
CHAPTER THREE
"Alright, you freaks of nature! You know the drill! You go out, you fight, you kill. Only ONE may live. You have 5 minutes to get ready. Give me some good entertainment. And remember: you run, the device around your neck detonates. In short, you go boom. You try to cheat, you go boom. You piss me off, I hand you over to the Research Department, understand!? And if you don't have one person standing within...oh let's say...fifteen minutes, you ALL go boom! And if you die, your lovely cell mates chained up here are sent off to the Research Department! So give us all a grand show!!" The intercom shuts off, leaving everyone in stunned silence, except for the far-off screams coming from the Research Department wing of the hell they're trapped in. The far off wall suddenly split open with a metallic hiss. The tall Kijora bumps into Kira, knocking the young shapeshifter over. "Your first, loser." The hulking Samoan sneered before turning around and walking through the metal door. Kira smiles darkly at the Kijora. "Oh we'll see."
CHAPTER FOUR
Kira walks into the fake jungle, eyeing the numerous cameras, knowing all too well that his cell mates are chained up watching this. He grabs the camera and mouths "Ill be done soon" into it's lens. He then turns around and sprints into the synthetic forest, the many cameras eyeing his every move. Kira's powerful legs propel him through the forest at breakneck speeds, 'trees' whizzing past in a brown and green blur. Kira momentarily closes his eyes, and when he opens them his pupils are slitted. He sees a glowing heat signature amidst the cold blue. He jumps up and slams into his unfortunate victim, pinning him against the tree. Kira flips his blade open and drives it deep into his neck, before pulling sideways. The head fell with a sickening splat on the green-painted metal floor. The headless body fell next, painting the tree a crimson red as the body fell. Kira grimaced before turning and fleeing deeper into the woods. Kira feels the wind shift in time to see a monstrous spear flying towards him. He sidesteps, the edge grazing his side. Kira hears the spear impale itself into the metal tree behind him, slicing through the thick metal. Kira hears footsteps and spins his blade open. "Who's there!?" Kira snarls. A tall teenager steps out of the black shadows, hands in the air. He had messy green hair, one gold eye shining out. "Name?" The stranger called out. "Inmate # 32-A4, or Kira. You?" "Inmate # 537-B. Lets have a good fight, shall we?" Razelle then launched at Kira, his spear aimed at Kira. Kira ducks the blow and uppercuts Razelle hard. Razelle flips and lands in one of the trees. "Come on now, is that all you got?" Razelle taunts as he wipes his blood off the corner of his mouth. Kira runs and jumps, soaring over Razelle. Kira grabs him by the throat and slams him to the ground, twenty feet below. Kira lands on top of him and starts mercilessly beating him, before grabbing him and throwing him against the tree, blood spewing out of Razelles mouth. Kira raises his hand, claws outstretched. Razelle quickly ducks, the claws slicing huge gashes in the metal where he previously was. Razelle kicks away from him. Kira turns around, facing his now injured opponent. "Fine, you want to go!?" Razelle snarls. Kira sprints forward, his features emotionless. Kira punches at Razelle and flexes. Razelle dodges the punch, but hits Kira's saw-like scales. Kira's scales dig deep into Razelles face, tearing deep into his head, blood splattering the ground. Kira grunts and pulls hard, tearing half of Razelles head off, gunk flying everywhere. Razelle shudders once, and falls face-first with a splashing sound. Kira takes one last look at Razelles horribly mutilated face before walking off, picking pieces of Razelles flesh off his now bloodstained scales. "Good fight, indeed."
CHAPTER FIVE
Kira walks into a flowery field, masticated bodies littering the fake field, the flowers now a stained crimson color. The bodies were simply tossed about, their faces unidentifiable. "Huh, their goes the rest of my opponents, but damn it's like a chophouse in here!!" Kira hears a clinking sound and looks up. The Samoan Kijora is standing there, clacking his enormous claws, blood dripping off its razor-sharp edges. His claws are like five metal scythes attached to his knuckles, but well over three feet long. The metal reaches all the way past his arm and forms a large metal spike at the elbows. The giants face was twisted into a demented grin, blood dripping off his large fangs. He points a large scythe-like claw at Kira. "Just you and me now, boy."
CHAPTER SIX
Kira eyes the madman warily, his eyes on those claws of his. "Come on, ya fuckin weakling! Entertain me!" He taunts, claws outstretched. "Shit, not good," Kira thinks to himself. "Wide open area, I'm already almost at my limit, opponent is also a Kijora... Shit." Without warning the Kijora sprints foward and attacks. "Shiit!!" Kira curses as he backflips and lands away from the deranged madman's claws. The ground he was previously standing on was sliced to pieces. Kira lands gracefully 10 feet away from him.
The crazed psychopath then started to laugh hysterically. "Your just a fucking pussy!" He sneers. Kira continues to look unfazed. "Heh, maybe when I'm done ill give your girlie a visit. Oh I'm sure she'll sing quite nicely when I'm done with her. Oh, what's that bitches' name? Dimit-" He couldn't finish his pleasant little speech because he currently had a metal fist lodged in his face. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Kira roars in a savage anger. The Kijora rockets backwards and slams into one of the trees at unimaginable speeds, blowing it to smithereens. "Don't you dare say her name, you pathetic fucking loser!" Kira snarls into the rather large impact area. He sees a large metal claw extend towards his face. Kira merely grabs the hand. The Kijora screamed in agony as Kira viciously tears his hand off, blood squirting all over Kira's arm. He simply drops the hand on the ground, still twitching. The Kijora grabs his bloody nub and falls to his knees screaming. Kira slowly raises his arm, the length of his forearm turning into a long blade. "No,no,nonono, oh god please no!" The Kijora begs. "Too late. Die vermin." With that, he brings the blade down, slicing him in half, straight down the middle. The two halfs fall around Kira, the sound a sickening splash. "Game over, loser."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kira's cellmates watch him as he tears his enemies apart, climaxing at the point where Kira slices the Kijora in half. Dimitri winces as the bulky guy fell to pieces before Kira's blade. "Way to go, brother. Way to go." She feels the charge building up and suddenly blacks out.
A wicked female in a black, decorated captains uniform watches the giant screen with sharp, lavender eyes. Her silvery hair was tied back, a long braid that ended in a light purple tip. Her sharp clawed hands fiddle with the controls, zooming in on the blur jumping from victim to victim, killing indiscriminately. "Mia, run a cross-reference with the Jirokian database. Tell me which freak is responsible for this.....massacre." Several seconds later, a slim female stands up, a thin mechanical device in her hands. "The subject is X1-09462 of cell block A-09. Subject is 7 years and 2 months old, born in 1992. He weighs is 58 pounds, blood type AC-00045. His specialty is Shapeshifting, ma'am. His dosage is 13,490 mg of Dixoproximine, mixed with a 1,000 mg dose of neocyanide to keep his cystular regeneration to a minimum. Also, his sister, X2-09462, oddly enough, is the polar opposite. She is a more aquatic type, complete with gills on her wrist, and a minimal control of aquatic substances. Also, her brother has a profound overprotective trait over her." Luafeia stayed silent, her eyes flashing from the glare of the highly advanced EX-LCD screen. With out looking, she murmurs "bring them to me. But separately." At that moment she turned around, a hideous smile creeping across her face, her skin looking sickly pale due to the fluorescent glow. "Bring the boy to me."
Dimitri wakes up later, rubbing the back of her neck. The others were coming to as well.
"Ow fuck, let go of me, asshole!!" Kira snarls as he is thrown into the cage. Kira feels the nasty shock and writhes in pain. Dimitri runs to his side and helps him up. "Fucker" Dimitri mutters under her breath as she helps him stand. Kira dusts himself up an smiles craftily at her, a shiny object in his hand. The key shined brilliantly in his bony fingers. "Oh my god....is that the cell key!?" Dimitri breathes out. Kira nods and laughs gaily. "Tonight....we leave this hell!!"
-later on-
"Ah, fuck, I think it's broken" Kira mutters, rubbing his sore side and feeling his rib where it wasn't supposed to be. Dimitri walks over, and puts her hand on the afflicted injury. "Yeah, it's broken" she confirms, feeling the bone give way. Kira sighs, shaking his head as he grits his teeth in pain. "It doesn't matter" Kira muttered. "We leave today, once and for all!" A loud clang rings out, and the cell door slams open as several soldiers barge in. Kira is then grabbed by the neck and thrown against the bars. "You son of a fucking bitch" the head soldier sneered. "If you weren't needed I'd fucking skin you alive for stealing my key." "Fuck....you....." Kira muttered, weakly smiling as blood dribbled out of the corner of his mouth "b-brother..." Dimitri whimpered, horrified. "Ill be fine, sis. I'll see you soon" Kira promised. The soldier rears back his fist, and struck Kira across the jaw. Hard. After that, Kira's world went black. All he could hear were the distant screams of his sister.
The first thing Kira noticed when he woke up was the overwhelming pain. Looking down, he sees spiked chains wrapped around his body, diving down under the elaborate flooring. Looking up, he realized he was in High Captain Luafeia's office, based on the GIANT FUCKING PLAQUE over her GIANT FUCKING DESK. He heard the door open behind him and he, for the billionth time, wished his collar was off so he could melt through the damn chains. A tall lady in a black dress slips past, before sitting on the desk in front of him. "Subject X1-09462. Weight, fifty-eight pounds, hight, 4'4", blood type AC-00045." Kira stares at her boredly. "You know who I am. Whoop-de-fucking-doo." The slap that followed nearly broke him out of the metal chair. Kira continued to stare, but with a now quite visible bruise on his cheek, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth. "What do you fucking want, bitch?" Kira snarled. Luafeia leans down, face to face, and smiles. "I want you to join us, prisoner. You join our special force team, and you are free. That means warm beds, good food, tv, all the comforts" she purred, counting the many benefits on her hand. Kira stayed silent, and Luafiea knew she had him hooked. "So, I get all that, just for joining you?" Luafiea nodded, smiling. "FUCK YOU" Kira snarled. Luafeia grinned nastily, pulling out a slim phone. "Bring the item" she spoke clearly into the reciver. Seconds later, the screams of his sister are heard!!! Kira strains against his chains as his sister is thrown into the room bodily. What came next was a nightmare. He had the torso of a human, the body of a lion, the tail of a snake, and a massive, lower mouth with millions of razor-teeth between its front legs. Luafeia grinned nastily as the monster held down his older sister, screaming in terror. "You join us, or my pet here uses your sister as a doll. Make your choice, slave." "FUCK YOU YOU GODDAMNED WHORE!!! FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOU!!!!!" Kira raged, pure hate filling him. The soldier grabbed his innocent sister by the neck and held her down, preparing to violate her. Dimitri bit his hand hard, blood flowing from the sharp teeth marks. "Fucking bitch!" The soldier roared, stomping on her. The audible crack was heard throughout the whole office. Luafeia goes deathly pale as she realized she just fucked up. BIG TIME.
CHAPT3R 8
Time stands still for Kira as he sees his dear sister, his world, his everything, get stomped...and stomped....aNd SToMpED....by...that......... motherfucker...."kill him" the voice whispered. "Kill him". Yes....kill...kill....KILL...KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER!!TEAR HIM TO MOTHERFUCKING PIECES AND SLIT HIS MOTHERFUCKING THROAT!!! Kira didn't even feel the white-hot chains tearing and searing his skin as he rips out of the iron chair and rushes at the bastard. Grabbing his neck, he slams him into the ground and starts to beat the bloody FUCK out of him. Luafeia jumps and flies out of the room, locking the door behind her. Kira rips off the leg that stomps on his sister, and throws him hard against the table, smashing it to pieces. Grabbing the white-hot chains, he lashes the metal chain around his neck, choking him. The smell of burning flesh wafts through the room as he screams, Kira cruelly tightening the metal noose. Suddenly he breaks free, and flies out of the window, screaming. Kira grabs the giant table and throws it hard, growling when it fall short and crashes into the forest. Kira solemnly walks over to his dead sister and closes her eyes. "G-goodbye....sis.." Kira choked out. Standing up, he wipes his eyes, and runs out the door. Turning the hall, he finds himself in a pure-white hallway, countless invisible eyes no doubt watching him. A soldier, looking out of breath, turns the corner out in front of Kira. Kira gets ready to sprint but then stops as a small metal object is thrown to him. Turning it over, he realizes its the key to his collar! Sliding it in, he grins as he feels the needles retract from his neck. The giant collar unlocks and falls in half around Kira, the bloody hose diving into his neck now suddenly yanked out. Kira falls to his knees as he feels a MASSIVE surge of energy, his repressed side coming back full force. Roaring, he stands up, his whole BODY becoming more...unrecognizable.... Kira was turning into a monster of nightmarish proportions. His arms, now lengthened, were tipped in large, cleaver-like blades. His face was distorted into an image of gleaming eyes and viciously sharp teeth. His legs were that of pure strength, feet like that of a raptors. His tail was now tipped in a scything blade, and much, much longer. He was a lethal killing machine, and was VERY pissed off. With a grunt, Kira roars past the soldier, the tip of his tail slicing his neck in a small, yet deep gash, not significant enough to kill, but enough to leave a scar and mark him. "I will find out who that was" he promised himself. Topping speeds of 70+ mph, he roared down the hallways with his curved machetes at the ready. Seeing the metal floor shift and split, he jumps, thirty feet across the razor-sharp nails lying hidden and keeps sprinting. Grabbing the first soldier, he impales him straight through, the brilliantly white hallway now splattered with the soldiers blood. Heaving the still alive soldier backwards, he jumps the gunfire, slamming the soldier onto the bed of nails with a crunch, and sprints ahead, using his now skewered body as a sled as he roars down the hallway. Lifting his arms, he slams them on the ground and jumps, sailing high above the unaware soldiers and using his tail like a horizontal guillotine, the bloody blade slicing the heads off of the crowd of soldiers, the bloody sprays lining the walls, and dripping from the ceiling. Kira was gone before the heads even hit the floor. With a flourish, he spreads the blades on his arms and races though the second crowd, using his tail to block the bullets. "Weaklings" he sneers as his blades slice though the nameless like a hot knife though butter. As he ran, the bloody trail followed him, trailing of off the blades and leaving a trail of red on the white floor. Coming to a halt in front of a heavily barricaded door, Kira sighs in anger, feeling the hate bubble up inside. Releasing it, he slams his blades into the door, carving deep into the solid metal. It was then Kira realized....he was fucking stuck. Roaring, he strains with the doors, but to no avail. He was stuck, his blades nearly three feet though the door. Focusing, he shrinks his blades, but then feels a curious sensation. He was....getting stronger. His eyes widen, watching the doors bend inward, and into his arms! With each second, he felt stronger and stronger. Finally, the doers were literally gone, his blades now MUCH bigger. He ABSORBED the doors! Lifting them with ease, he looks around at the soldiers, grinning at their shocked expression. He was in a cafeteria. Full of soldiers. And two, very heavy, very fucking deadly blades attached to a severely pissed off nonhuman shapeshifter. Shit was about to hit the fan.
CHAPTER 9
The soldiers could not run fast enough to escape Kira's vengeful blades. The colossal weight of the weapons were causing severe damage to the place itself, entire columns falling and crashing on the running soldiers. When the smoke cleared, the bloody massacre that was left would make the hardest of soldiers cringe. Heads were split in half, bodies were crunched into messy stains on the wall, and the floor was more red than white, dripping off the concrete gray rubble that was under the white floor. Kira was a nightmare, covered horns to tail in blood. Falling to his knees, he shudders as a massive blob of metal tears out of his back, the mass he gained from the doors falling out in one heavy mass. Looking down, he sees the mass harden, and dissipate. Not questioning this new development, he turns tail (pun not intended) and runs out, jumping from pile of rubble to pile of rubble. Running out of the absolutely destroyed room, he sprints down the hall, and further into the hell. Opening the next door, an unbelievably foul stench permeates the air. Gasping, he sees THOUSANDS of cages, filled with pitiful nonhumans. So fraught.....so frail...so weak..... The young shapeshifter felt so desolate, many of the caged nothing more than rotting corpses. "I'll come back for you all, okay!? Just hang on a little bit longer!" With that, Kira sprints though the long room, the howls of the anguished echoing in his mind. Kicking open the door, he sprints down the hall, suddenly getting nervous from the quiet. Skidding to a stop, he turns around. Nothing's there. Sprinting ahead, Kira extends his blades, and widens them at the tip, now a bludgeoning weapon. Smashing into the giant door, he tears through, now in a completely different room. It was a single elevator, nothing else in the room. Jumping in, he hits the top floor button. "I will come back" he secretly promises himself.
Chapter 10
"Ma'am, he's reached the top floor!" Mia exclaimed worriedly. "Good" the deranged captain cackled. "Send in the Prototype X-01. Now." Mia nodded, nervously hiring the 'deploy' button. The night was gonna get loud.
Kira skids to a halt, gasping at the sight around him. He was in a dirty warehouse, the elevator entrance cleverly hidden by a large pile of debris. The amazing thing was what he saw out of the door. It was the sky, the trees, the ground! He was outside! He escaped!! Running full-speed, he sprints to the door. Hearing a click, he rolls to the side just as a SOMETHING smashes into the ground. It was easily 25 feet tall, metal, and very menacing. The mech was astounding, a massive minigun blade for one hand, and a nasty looking grenade launcher for the other. It had the body of a mechanical spider, the abdomen plated in thick iron, it's eight legs in the same predicament. Suddenly, the head opened, and split in half, sliding into its neck, a young teenage boy face being revealed. Kira gasped, astounded, as the teen stalked forward, minigun spinning up. "Shit!" Kira exclaimed as he dodged the first round of minigun fire. "What are you doing!?" Kira yelled. "Whatever the fuck I want to now" he sneered. "I joined Jiroko, BROTHER." Bringing the blade down, the giant guillotine-like blade narrowly missed cutting Kira in half. Back stepping away, Kira look up at his brother in plea. "Please, brother...don't do this.." Kira begs. The demented brother grabbed him by the face, lifting Kira up. Pointing the grenade launcher at his chest, he fires, Kira flying far, back against the wall with a crunch. Falling to his knees, Kira looks up to see the minigun in his face, the barrel slowly starting to rotate. Kira closed his eyes, muttering a prayer. Just as the gun fired, he jumped, growling as the minigun fire tears across his shoulder. Jumping high, he brings his blade down on his brothers head. Kira closes his eyes, sighing and twisting the blade in time, hitting him with the flat of the blade. "Next time I won't show mercy, brother. Change your ways." With that he runs, out of the building, out of the hell, and into the arms of freedom.
Chapter 11
"I...im...free..." Kira gasps. Looking back, the hated place was nowhere in sight. Looking over, he sees his arm was a bloody stump. "I-it's a small price to pay" Kira mutters to himself. "Hah, it doesn't matter if I die now...I'm free." With that, he leans against the tree, falling over, and passing out.
A lone human walks though the forest, armed with only a flashlight. His name is Zach Sparks, son of Sarah Sparks, CEO of the OpenArms hospital chain, and one of the richest women in the world. Zach stalks the forest, feet pounding the ground as he ran on his daily, er, nightly run. Feeling winded, he walks over and leans against a tree, breathing deeply to catch his breath. Looking up from the ground, his breath hitched and his heart stopped at the sight he was faced with. This creature had to be at least 9 feet long from tail to horns. It had majestic, velociraptor-like humanoid legs with large, sickle-like claws. The creature was very thin, it had to weigh less than 80 pounds. And it was hurt, badly. It's left arm was rendered into nothing but a bloody stump, a massive gash across its left side, and various bullet-holes. The most striking feature was the face. It was that of a humans! Black and gold hair matted its left side of the face, and it's teeth were razor-sharp. Zach hides behind a tree as it thrashes its tail, snapping a nearby sapling in half. Standing up, the creature wobbles out further. It's legs finally giving out, it crashes into the ground. Zach carefully walks over to the passed out creature and takes off his own shirt, wrapping it around the bloody stump of an arm and heaves the creature onto his shoulder. "Wow it's light" Zach thinks aloud, not knowing that he was shouldering the fate of the world on his back.
Sarah Sparks was currently swamped with work, deep within the comfort of her luxurious mansion as the storms outside battered and drenched the ground in torrents of rain. "Yeah, the preparations have been made. Goodbye." 'Ring!' "Hello? No, I'm sorry, shipments have not been moved yet. Goodbye. 'Ring!' "Hello? No, the fundraiser is over now. What? Fuck me!?! no, fuck YOU!" -slam- Sarah sparks smashes the phone down on the reciver, her anger getting the better of her. "Dammit" she mutters as she picks up the broken beyond recognition phone and tossing it into the trash, many other broken phones already filling it to the brim. Standing up, she walks out of her office, down the luxurious hallway, and into the elevator. Fingering the button, she feels the familiar vertigo as she plummets down. Hitting the forth floor, she walks out on the hallway, looking over in time to see her beloved son, tired and bloody, trudging across velvet carpet with a strange...something on his back. Zach stumbles and falls, the creature rolling off his back. Grabbing the railing, Sarah jumps (without thinking) all the way down to the first floor and runs to her son. The guardswoman at the door quietly hides a grin as she turns around, eyes to the front, just as a good guard should.
CHAPTER 12
Kira wakes up, deliriously, to see himself tied to a very expensive looking bed, slips of silk tying him to the bedposts. The events of the day then hit him full force, knowing deep in his heart and soul that his dear sister, his Dimitri, was gone. "DIMITTRIIIII!!!!!" Kira screams, tears flowing freely as he laments the death of his sister. "DIMITRIIIIII!!!!!" "DIMITRIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!"
Roze's Story: Descent into Madness
Roze laid, coiled up on the floor of her cell, dead guards surrounding her, now rotten and grotesque. "Who's next" she snarls to herself, eyeing the guards outside of her cell. "Come on pussies" the eight year old lamia snarls, her small body liberally soaked in blood after her last kill. She had pink, rose colored scales, pink hair, and dark, malevolent pink slitted eyes. Her claws were stained red with the guardsmen's blood. "Do it." The guard activates her collar, and the electric shock courses through her body. "GYAAAAAaaaAAAAhhhh.." She moans, writhing on the floor. "Sick bitch" he mutters. "Getting off from electrocution..." "Why don't you do it again? Get me off!" Roze smirks. Luafeia walks up behind them. "So this is her?" She addresses. "Gah! Ma'am!" He hastily salutes. "Y-yes, this is CF-5829." "Open the cell" she orders. "B-but!!" "NOW, PRIVATE!" She roars. He hastily opens the door, terrified. The others run, as does he. Luafeia grab him and yanks him back. The lamia watches her with interest as she tosses him bodily into her cell. The private tries to rush out but is met with closed bars. "W...WHAT THE HELL!?" Luafeia smirks, replying "you questioned me, face the consequences." The lamia slowly slithers up, cornering the soldier. Pulling out his pistol, he fires and fires, until his barrel is literally sliced off. "Not happening" Luafeia smirks. Roze slithers closer, her face mere inches from his. Wrinkling her nose, she notices he pissed himself. Grabbing his face gently, she whispers "was it worth it?" Was it worth starving me, hurting me, beating me..? I wonder....what I could do to pay you back.."
((GRUESOME DEATH AHEAD))
Roze slowly tightens her hand, razor sharp claws digging deep into his face. He screams, but she clenches tighter. He hears cracking, slowly at first, but intensifying. Blood fills his mouth as she cracks his jaw slowly, his teeth popping free, one by one. Blood drips to the concrete floor as the bloody teeth cling off the floor. "smile!" she cackles. His screams get louder as Roze starts to tug, her fingers hooking the inside of his jaw. Using her other hand, she palms his forehead, pushing his head down while she pulls on his jaw. A sickening wet tearing sound resounds and the left side of his jaw is ripped off, blood and gunk splattering her bare chest. Giving a final tug, she completely rips off his lower jaw. The man's screams of torment was causing a crowd to appear, watching her decimate and torture this man. His tongue juts out like a red slimy slug, little strands of wet, bloody skin hanging below lift strands of torn muscle. "Shagve mhe!!!" He tries to scram at them. "HLHP!!!" His hands are crushed, bloody mangled lumps of used-to-be hands dangling. "Thats for the hands that beat me." That was solved when she cracked his arms backward, grinning as they pop out of place with an audible 'crack!'. She then grabs his wrists, coils around his waist, and viciously pulls. The skin pulls taunt and then ruptures, red chunky gore spraying the walls down as she tears his arms off. The crunch was like that of celery as the bones snap. The bloody puddles around him are mixed with tears as he cries for his life, while the salty tears make him scream all the louder. "Hahahahahaha SHUT UP" she roars mid laugh as she punches him....straight in the lower jaw. "GAAAAH!" He screams. She twists the fist in his jaw, grinding and snapping tenons in his mouth. "Was it fucking worth it!?" She roars, grabbing chunks from his face and pulling. Chunk after chunk flies, the bloody messes spattering the bars. The skin on his face as the next to go. She rips it off in one tug, blood squirting her arm as the face falls to the floor like a limp, wet rag. "Damn" Luafeia mutters as she watches her smash his head into the concrete till it splits like a juicy watermelon, then proceeds to rip him apart, piece by piece as she starts. to. devour. him. His heart is ripped from his chest with a spurt and eaten, whole chunks of the heart disappearing into her ravenous gullet. The head was the next to go. The arms are stripped to the bone, eating it as an American would eat the drumstick of a chicken. Only 7 minutes pass as she finishes, the only remains being a bloody stain on the concrete and a ridiculous amount of blood covering her hands, chest, and mouth. "Ahhh, delicious" she purrs.
((GRUESOME SCENE END))
CHAPTER 24
"Had enough?" Luafeia calls out. "yeahn that was pretty fuckin' great" she calls out, licking her fingers. "So are you in?" Luafeia asks, smirking. "hell yeah" she grins. "Just keep sending me more prey." Luafeia nods, unlocking her collar. Roze stretches her neck, smiling with delight. The other soldiers stare in horror as she slithers out of her cell, the eight year old naked pink lamia terrifying all who saw her revenge. grabbing the private-class clothes offered to her, she slips on the uniform, glad that the bottom part was a skirt. Looking up at Luafeia, she gives her a blood-curdling smile. "Lets get started, shall we?"
"This outfit is pretty badass" Roze remarks, checking herself out in the mirror. Her hands were clean, as was the rest of her body. She wore a dark black uniform, high collared with wide sleeves and white undershirt. A red band, painted on wraps or around the right upper arm sleeve. A black, slim skirt with a gold lacing up its side was the bottom part while her flawless long lower body undulates in joy. "I'd say so" Luafeia smirks, a syringe behind her back. "Hey, Miss, when do we go- agh!" She spasms as the needle is thrust into her neck. "Don't worry, Roze" Luafeia smirks. "It's for your own good. We just need to....make sure you won't betray us." "What....the...fuck...." Roze fell unconscious without another word, the deadly beast knocked out cold. "Get her ready" Luafeia snaps at the soldiers. "The sooner we do this the better."
CHAPTER 26
ROZE'S POV
Ugh....what the fucking hell? My head hurts. Looking around, I saw I was in a white, square room. When I tried to move, I couldn't. Looking down, I saw why. My arms were bolted down, as was my neck. Thick, iron bars bolted my lower snake body down. I couldn't move! Straining as hard as I could, the tempered iron didn't budge. For the first time, I felt fear. I gasp in pain as the bands tighten, then heat! "GHAAAAA!!! PLEASSSE STOOP!" I found myself screaming shrilly. Oh god why was I in this position?! "Ah, your awake" a familiar voice rings out, the door opening with a metallic hiss as the hydraulic door slides open. The hissing made me wince. When I saw who it was, I breathed a sigh of relief. "Ah, Luafeia!" Yes! She can help me out of here! "Help me out of here, some asshole knocked me out!" My master only stood there, smiling. "M-ma'am?" She slowly advanced, a vicious smile replacing the warm one. "Just hold still, Roze." With that, she pulls out a long, wicked looking carving knife out out her white lab coat. My mouth dried in fear as I saw the gruesome weapon above my eye. My eye goes out of focus and I try to squirm away as the blade lowers to my eye! "Oh, how fun it is to make you freaks squirm~" Luafeia sings as she waves the blade above my eyes. "Please stop! I'll never leave!" I cry, streams of tears dripping down my face. "For such a monster, your afraid, aren't you?" I nod, scared. "I tell you what. Tell me what 32 times 32 equals, and I'll let you go." 32 times...what? What the hell was times? "What is a times?" I squeak out, the knife still dangling above my eyes. "Can't say~" she snickers. Oh god....I don't know.....I'm gonna die... "I DON'T KNOOW!" I scream in terror, crying openly. "Wrong answer!" She snarls, and drives the knife....deep into my arm! "GAAAAAH! IM SORRY!!!" Oh god, the pain!! What was with this pain!? "Oh, and in case you were wondering, the blade is laced with a stronger version of the cytotoxin that pumps into your collar, around 4500% more potent, with a catalyst that eats away at the nerves, so 3....2...." I tried to wriggle free, but couldn't, oh god I felt something big coming.. "One. Zero." The pain I felt was intense. My whole world was drowned in an ocean of searing agony, my nerves all over my body on fire with the most intense pain I have ever felt. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" Oh god, please make it stop! My head was gonna split! "Ooh, scream louder" Luafeia purrs lustily. I was going dizzy with the pain...oh god just kill me... Is this what my victims felt!? "I WILL KILL YOU!!! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!!" I wanted HER DEAD. I WOULD FUCKING KILL HER IF SHE DIDN'T KILL ME. "Oh, bad choice" with that, she viciously pulls up on the knife, ripping out the damned thing. Blood courses down my arm as my veins start to cool off, the burning pain making me nauseous. Reaching under the table, she picks up an odd looking machine with many tendrils. "This is a F.B.E.D. Full body explosive device." Wait, why is she showing me a.....oh. OH GOD. I went deathly pale as i realized what that meant. "That's right Roze" she smirks. "This is going inside you." With that she stabs me. In the chest, right between my collarbones. Not deep, but deep enough to slice my skin wide open. "Don't move, or you will die" she snarls. I hold still in fear as she slices my chest wide open, the metallic scent of my own innards filling my nose. I had no more tears to cry. I would take this pain. I would be a good soldier... After all, what other choice did I have? "Yes....m-ma'am" I choke out, my body spasming with each and every millimeter of cut flesh. Looking up, I see on the mirror ceiling my body, open and exposed. The cold air chilled my insides to the core. My rib cage, heart, and liver I could see clearly, as my skin was held open with forceps. I gasp in pain as she grabs my ribcage, and rips it open. The resound crack makes me sick to my stomach as my ribs stand straight up, bloody white pinnacles surrounding my heart. I close my eyes as I feel her wrap her fingers around my heart. There was no pain, just an odd cold sensation. That was soon gone as she attaches the bloody device to my heart. Clicking the center dial, the tendrils wrap throughout my organs, roughly hooking itself to my chest. A 'click' resounds as the bomb arms itself, then deactivates as it locks shut. She closes my ribcage with another snap, and I finally pass out from the pain.
-a few hours later-
I wake, an odd pain in my chest. Looking down, I see the stapled scar starting from my collarbone down to my belly, a Y shaped incision with the two prongs of the 'Y' at my collarbones. I scratched at it, blinking when blood started to drip. "Ah shit!" I try to cover it up, but it bleeds through my hand. Moments later, the flow stops. I grab the nearby bandages and start to wrap my wound. Looking around, I realize I'm in a lavish room. An odd pressure fills my chest, and I feel it rub around my ribcage. "What the hell is this" I mutter, clenching my fist. "I'm just a fucking puppet! I pull on my uniform, sighing. "But what choice do I have?" Luafeia walks into the room and my chest instantly aches. "Your awake" she addresses curtly. "Yes ma'am" I reply, still eyeing her warily. "Good. Follow me." With that, she walks out I the room. Silently, I follow her. When I slither out into the hall, I notice all of the passing soldiers and lackeys had faces of disgust, while some were froze in fear. I smirk as I realize it was those who watched me tear apart the guard earlier. "I'd never last outside" I think sadly "so I might as well make this my home now. Better than a cell, I guess." My master leads me into a large open room, many guards surrounding the circular enclosure. "Go" she orders. Nodding, I slither into the circle. "I'm going to teach you to kill your own kind." My mouth went dry as I saw the detonator in her hand. "O-okay" I weakly call out. I didn't wanna kill anyone innocent! Why was I being forced into this!? What god would allow this!?!? I stiffen as a yelp echoes out, followed by a teenage lamia being kicked into the ring. She was a pretty thing, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a dark brown lower body, her muddy scales now dull. Fear was in her eyes. I knew she was afraid of me. She tried to run but was kicked back into the ring cruelly. I did not want to hurt this girl. She was innocent! But, slowly, I advanced. Closer and closer I got to her, more and more I dreaded hurting her. I was face to face with her. She fell back and stated at me fearfully with her big blue eyes. I started to back away when a 'click' echoes out from my chest. Suddenly, I felt hungry. Very hungry. It was like... All I could feel was hunger....and a delicious meal was right in front of me. She must have noticed the change in my expression because she started to cry. "NO!!!" I scream in my head. "GOD DAMN IT NOOOOO!!!" But out loud, in a voice that wasn't my own, I whisper "so tasty.... So decadent..." Leaning closer, I lick her jaw, whispering "sorry.....I'm so sorry." That was all I could manage to say as I bit her neck. I tore. I ripped. I snapped. Her innocent blood stained me as her cries of terror and pain reverberate in my tortured mind. Oh god why....WHY DID SHE TASTE SO GOOD!? I cry as I continue to rip at her, gaining enough control, if only for a second, to snap her neck and end her suffering. I gave in, and feasted on the poor girl. Disgusting snapping sounds sound fill the room as a result of the young lamia's demise. "I killed one of my own" I think in fear, terrified of myself as I consume her. I could not stop myself, WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME!? I feasted on her until all that was left were bones. Her sweet meat left a bad taste in my mouth. I'm mortified. She was delicious. Perfect, tender meat, no fat, lean, with an ungodly sweet taste. Her blood was the sweetest part, and soon found myself licking the ground clean of her blood, lapping it up on all threes like a dog. "Hahaha" Luafeia laughs cruelly. "No need to put a leash on her, she's already a just like a bitch in heat!" That remark stung, but I continued to lick at the already spotless linoleum floor, reduced to sucking off the bones of all traces of her. I skull-fucked her eyehole with my tongue, scraping off every trace of her with my long and ridged tongue. The laughs of the soldiers resound in my head and I wanted to tear them apart with my bare hands, to kill them, to rape them, TO FUCKING VAPORIZE THEM. I found I couldn't. Something wouldn't let me. Something was telling me I was their friend. I couldn't take this anymore! Alarms screamed from the device in Luafeia's hand. She did not notice. "Gh....graa...GRAAAA AAAH!!" I scream, trying with all my might to FIGHT BACK. The alarms scream louder, and she finally takes notice. Too late. I feel something leave my my body, a flash of pink, then red. Finally, boom. I feel as if my world shatters as power unlike anything else I've ever felt hits me. Deep inside my soul, it explodes. I regain control and let whatever it was out. As the smoke clears, I see that the soldiers surrounding me were shredded apart. Gore splattered the ground around the ring, while deep gashes in the floor circle me. I was on a pinnacle, the ground around me devoured to ten feet deep. Carnage scattered around the outside of the ring, while Luafeia stood still amidst the destruction, smiling. Always smiling. I hate that smile!! "You will make a wonderful soldier." I nod grimly. "Tell me what to do......Master."
I sat in my room, alone, but with cameras on me. They still don't trust me, and with good reason. I DID just massacre about thirty soldiers on accident. Speaking of that... I lift my hand, willing the familiar force back up. A small ball of pink floats in her hand, the heat emanating off of it searingly hot. The ball of energy dissipates, the energy shockwave incinerating the air around it in an oddly colored aurora around her hand. "Weird" I mutter. Opening my shirt, I stare at the scar. At the bomb below my skin. At the god damn thing that controlled my mind. It had to of. I did NOT want to hurt that girl. Not even scare her! But now her blood is on my hands. As I looked at my hands, it's felt as if they belong to someone else. Shaking my head, I hop off the bed ad slither to the door. It was locked from the outside. "Huh, so much for freedom." Noticing a second door, I open it and slither down the stairs. It was a musky old basement, large and open. I grin as I stretch out my body, now nearing 14' long. A lone punching bag hangs in the corner. Slithering over to it, I study it closely. A punching bag. Looks pretty heavy too. It was a little to high for me, so I uncoil and rise a bit higher, seven feet tall staring at the top of the bag at eye level. Getting into a boxing position, I jab the bag. My fist crunches against the bag and I wince in pain. I soon realized the bag was filled with metal ball bearings, and that they hurt. Looking at my fist, I see that the skin is slightly bruised. Rearing back, I punched it again, the heavy metal bag shuddering slightly as my fist makes contact with the bag. I jab, again and again, slowly getting faster and faster. Before I realize it, hours have already rolled past. When I finally pulled my fists back, I realize the skin on my knuckles was literally gone, large red streaks on the black bag dripping down to the wooden floor. Laughing, I shiver as a cool breeze hits my skinless bloody knuckles. I'm used to the pain by now. Wrapping my knuckles, I slither back upstairs, and into the bathroom. Stripping down, I slip into the bath. "Aaaah, so warm" I purr. The water was scalding hot, but felt juuust riiiiight. I soon sank below the depths of the giant tub, relaxed and comfortable. My tail flicked lazily in the tub as I sank down. "I could breathe" I thought, confused. "How?" Sitting at the bottom of the tub, I look up to see hardly any light. "Just how deep is this thing?" I think aloud, curious. Looking around, all I see is dark blue, a mercilessly warm current sweeping past me. Raising my hand to my face, I bring forth the strange power. Instantaneously, the searing heat returns, and the water boils away from me. I was in a circular sphere of heat, water surrounding me as the near ten foot bubble of air surrounds me. The wetness also disappeared. I was perfectly dry. "Holy shit" I breathe. "Just what the hell is this shit? Slowly expanding it, feeding it, it grew. The fierce heat emanating off of it was making my skin sweat. Making it disappear, the water rushes back to meet me. The once scalding water was now cool to the touch, and it chilled me. Swimming back up, I break the water, and climb out of the tub(?). The tub was 15 feet long and 15 feet wide, and way deeper. Drying myself off and wrapping a towel around my waist, I slither back into the room, my scales glittering brilliantly and casting a reflection on the ground. "Hehe, I look like a fucking disco ball" I laugh, shaking my ass and tail. Little did I know, I had company. A young teen stood in my room, staring at my scales. "I COULD eat him" I muse. "Why are you here?" I ask. "U-u-um... I...." Just then I hear a scream of anger. "GOD DAMN IT!!!" The voice screams. The teen pales, then runs into my closet and shuts the door. Seconds later MY door slams open, and a pissed-off soldier storms in. "What the fuck do you want?" I hiss angrily. "A slave broke free when we were transferring it. It stole a uniform and came down this way. Did you see it?" He asks. "No" I curtly respond. He notices I was a nonhuman as well, and instantly his expression to one of disgust. "Problem, motherfucker?" I snarl, igniting my hand with the strange pink power. "N-no!" He squeaks. "Good. Write his name on the Deceased list, now." The soldier must've realized I had him, because he reached for his receiver. I flare the strange pink power and growl. "Either put him on the deceased list, or you will be on it" I hiss threateningly. Looking at his badge I see he's a rookie. The soldier pales, then nods, running out of the room. As the door shuts, I holler out "it's okay, you can come out now!" The soft pitter-patter of him running towards me makes me turn around. "Ooof" I groan as he tackles me to the ground. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" He exclaims, hugging me tightly. I was baffled. This kid just hugged me!? What the fuck?! "Please get off me" I growl. "Sorry!" The kid apologizes as he climbs off of me. I stand up and stare at the teen. He was around 12, so a few years above my age. He had a long and scaly green tail, and green claws. His feet had claws as well, and the same green hue, scales reaching up his legs. The tip of his tail was black, as were his small claws. "What is your name?" I ask, locking the door. "I-I don't have one. I'm prisoner XM-2942." His collar started beeping and he started to panic. Without thinking I react. All I thought was that damn thing coming off. The power swelled again, and instead of a massive boom like last time, the collar simply fell to pieces. The buzzer goes off and the knives inside the collar switch. The four inch, curved serrated blades switch inwards, the beeping stopping as the collar activates, but in four separate pieces. "Gah!" He yelps, rubbing his neck. Okay, how the fuck did I do that? "Are you okay?" I ask, trying to play it off. "Yeah, thanks miss!" He replies, smiling warmly. I have no idea why, but this kid struck me. I wanted to protect this guy. Call it instinct. Footsteps coming towards my door made me shove the kid, once again, into the closet. "Roze!" Luafeia shouts from the other side of the door. "Yes Master!" The door opens and Luafeia walks in, wearing a silken black dress. "Ma'am!" I salute, surprise obviously on my face. "What happened to your knuckles?" She asks. "Boxing bag" I explain, grinning like a loon. "That bag is over 800 pounds" she admonishes. "Oh, it is?" I ask, quite surprised. "Yes" she replies. "This is my old office. That was my old bag. So far, no one had been able to use it." Luafeia stares at her curiously. I'm ready for you to go on your firsts assignment." My heart plummets once more at what that entails. "You are to join the CO6 Squad, and be the backup. Follow me to get outfitted." I breathe a sigh of relief as she walks towards the door. "Oh and one more thing." I went pale as she smirks at me. "Do this right and ill let you keep your little pet boy in the closet." With that, she walks out of the room, laughing. "C-come out" I choke. The lizard-boy runs to me and hugs me. I hug him back. "I know what you have to do" he whispers. "I don't want to lose you again." Again? Wait..... My eyes widen as I realized who he was. This guy was my first cell mate in cell block C-7. "J-James?" I whisper. "Is that you?" He nods, smiling brightly, though tears stained his cheeks. I could not remember everything... But I do remember one thing.
-Flashback-
Three years ago
"NOO!! Please, no!"
"Shut the fuck up, runt!" kick
I felt my blood boil. I was under three soldiers, a helpless five year old girl held down mercilessly as her seven year old best friend since birth get kicked over and over again in his side, blood dripping out of his mouth. Suddenly, a crack. He went still. My world went silent. Mute. No sound. No feeling. Only hate. Anger. RAGE. I cracked. With an animalistic roar akin to that of a brutal beast, I attacked. The soldier kicking him was grabbed by the face and torn apart without hesitation. Without mercy, I committed my first murder. And my second. And my third, forth, fifth, sixth, and seventh. I don't remember much. But I do remember holding him close, whispering in his ear "it'll be okay, it'll be okay.." Soon the guards came. I was pulled away, and out of the cell. He screamed for me. I smiled. "Stay alive" I whispered. Then my world went black. I awoke what seemed like days later on my knees with my cheek on a metal pedestal. My wrists were chained down. Looking up, I see the executioner above me, a giant, nasty metal axe in his hand. "Subject is set for execution" the scientist declares. "Date of execution: July 6th, 1997." Closing my eyes, I feel the dense metal rest against my neck. As it lifted, I pray a silent prayer. The blade was at the apex of its swing.. "Stop!" A voice rings out. I couldn't believe my ears as the voice orders my life to be spared. Seconds later, I am unchained from the metal beheading stock. I was to be moved to the "special" wing. The holding cell for those who have potential. I never saw him again......until now.
"Jake" I whisper, holding him close. "Oh god Jake... Your alive..." He smiles and nods. "Do what you have to do" he whispers into my ear. "I will never judge you. I know what your mission is. Please....for me..... Do it." My mouth dry, I nod. "I will" I whisper, kissing his cheek. With that I leave the room and head towards the mission outfitting room. "Ah, Roze, glad you could make it." I salute to my master, and strap on my gear. I had on a bullet-proof vest, a black tight shirt, a night vision full-face mask, armored arms with rebar bracers, and a utility belt with all sorts of knives and toys. I sling on my back two modified MP5's, fitting snugly on the holsters on my back. The rest of the CO6 stare at me in disbelief, five humans and one nonhuman. "I'm in charge" I snarl. No one disagreed.
FIVE HOURS LATER
"On me" I roar, slithering through the forest. The sky was dark, the rain was falling. The night was mine. As I break through the treeline, I find myself in a small town. Dusty, old, and abandoned, me and my team slowly advances in. Unclipping my MP5's, I charge my strange energy. Flipping on my night vision, I see the world go green. As I flip to thermal, to black and blue. But, a small heat signature in the far north building makes me smile. "Let's go" I whisper, feeling a rush unlike any other. Sprinting, I undulate as fast as I can, then leap. I land on the gas station roof, looking back. The rest of the squad was in shock. "Stay here and capture target if it runs past me" i reply in my mike, and they nod. Looking forward, I mutter "here we go". With that I run the roof and jump, my powerful lower body springing me high into the air. I land on the next roof, and repeat. I dive into the building, shattering the window. The nonhuman was staring back at me, two nasty looking appendages for arms. They were like scythes, but longer and spiked. "I knew you would come, Hunter" it snarls. "I'm sorry" I reply solemnly. "But your coming with me." He rushes me. I sidestep, gasping as his arm smashes my side. An electric jolt rushes through my body. A cry of pain escapes my lips as he cruelly rips it out, a nasty wound left behind. He dodges my left hook, but my right hook smashes right in his jaw. He flew far, and would have been thrown through the window if his freakish arms didn't stop him. I solve that as I tackle him out of the window. He crashes to the ground, rolling and standing. I jump down and hit him hard with my lower body, snapping it like a whip as I fell. The concrete shatters tremendously as the impact drives him down. He lets lose an electric shock and drives his elbow in my gut. I stay on top of him as he drives slice after slice into me. "Listen!" I hiss. "I WILL free you, when you go in! I'm on your side, do NOT make me use force!" The creature stops squirming. Raising my fist, I whisper "I'm sorry." My fist collides with his face, and he is knocked out cold. Throwing him over my shoulder, I begin the long trek back to the helicopter, my new prisoner in tow as the rest of CO6 follows in awe.
"Here you go" I address Luafeia, laying down the unconscious nonhuman in front of her. "Very good" she praises, checking him over. "And the data?" "The subject is very experienced with hand to hand combat. Subject also shows signs of advanced intelligence as well, seeing as how managed to conceal his location so well. Also, he can use electricity. He shocked me in the battle pretty badly. Overall, with work, I believe he would make a fine addition to the Ops, ma'am!" I wince as she drags off the poor kid to god knows where. "I will free him" I promise myself. "And I will skin that bitch alive." "Roze?" The meek voice of Jake calls out. "Jake!" I cry as he races up to hug me. "I'm glad your okay!" I cry to him. "It's okay, she kept her word." He replies, hugging tighter. Smiling, I slither onto the couch. He climbs up next to me. "This is so weird" he mutters. "Agreed." Just a few days ago me and him were locked in cells. Now, we were in a lavish room, free and able to do what we want. Sorta. Yawning, I throw the covers over us. "Night Roze" he yawns, laying his head on my chest. "Night Jake" I softy reply, throwing my arms around him protectively. Clicking off the light, I snuggle close to him. We were asleep moments later. As morning arrives, we are still asleep, but closer together. My lower body was wrapped around his waist to his legs, and his tail entwined along the tip of mine. I cradle his head in my chest, my fingers tangled in his hair. His quickening pulse wakes me up, and I wake up to see him looking up at me, blushing. "Good morning" I laugh, throwing my arms back and stretching. He quickly sits up, yawning. "That was the best sleep I've ever had." I smile, rubbing his back. "That's good" I smile. "Hey, Roze... When I was sleeping I heard a ticking sound in....y-your..." I laugh, finishing for him "my chest?" He nods, blushing. Without hesitation, I pull off my shirt. Even though I was young, my chest was...quite developed. I was at least a B cup, as snakes mature faster than humans. His gaze, however, was directed to the giant Y-shaped scar in my chest. "I..I....oh my god..." He whispers, choked up. "What did they do....to you....?" Whispering softly, I tell him. "They implanted me with a bomb. If I outlive my usefulness, or fail, they will detonate it and kill me." The look in his eyes made me want to cry. He was horrified. Pale, wide-eyed, and scared. "No...." He whispers. Solemnly, I nod. He hugs me tight, and I hug him back. He knows I could detonate at any minute. He didn't care. "Thank you" I whisper. He responds by holding me, caressing me. I never wanted this to end. I would be a loyal slave, kill thousands if needed, sell my soul. As long as I can continue this life.
Celia X Mikki: Love of the Scaled Ones
Celia has a secret. Celia is a hardcore lesbian, and her best friend, Mikki, was the sole object of her desire. Herself being an Arachne, and Mikki being a Lamia, she was scared her feelings of love would not be returned. Yet, all Celia could think about is Mikki and her curvajceous body, long and lithe, as beautiful black scales hinting at the edges of green lined her lower body. It got so bad, that she begin fantasizing Mikki coiled around her own body, her soft, slender hands running down and rubbing her... "No, nonono!" Celia berated herself, shaking her head to clear the increasingly lewd thoughts. "She is my friend, that is all! God, she may be straight anyways." That thought hit her like a sack of bricks. "W-what if she is disgusted by me!? I'm...a girl, and she is too! Why do I have such fuckin' confusing thoughts!?" With a gasp, she realized that she was getting wet from the very thought of fucking her. "Oooh shiit, the things she could do with that tongue of hers...oh fuck I need her in me NOW!" Her legs trembled, while her abdomen contracted and trembled, silk dripping from her writhing spinnerets. Celia ran into the shade, her mind going crazy as she dips her hand down her skirt, feeling her already wet pussy with one hand, and rubbing her now sensitive chest with the other. She was so caught up in her act that she didn't hear the slithering behind her. Celia thrusted her hand in her wet slit faster, jabbing deep within herself, moaning uncontrollably. "M-m-my god.....is that Celia!?" Mikki thinks to herself, blushing intensely at the sight before her. "W-what's got her so riled up!?" Just then, Celia moans loudly, while "ooh god, Mikki, fuck me harder!" escaped her lips. Mikki gasps, eyes widening at the realization that the cause for Celia's erotic behavior was her! "My god....she...she likes me..." Mikki murmurs, slightly smiling. Slithering up behind her, she slowly coils around the unaware girl. Celia look up in fright, then pales as she realizes it was none other than Mikki, the girl of her dreams. "GAH!! M-M-MIKKI!!" Celia covers her lewd self up quickly, eyes wide in terror. The Lamia smiles down at her, then gently tightens her long body around her, causing the young Arachne to moan. "M-Mikki....I-I'm so sor-ah!" Her apology was cut short as she felt Mikki's lips smash down on her own, busting the lip slightly. Her mind blanks as she feels the girl of her dreams kiss her passionately, Mikki's long snake tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. "Ahhh...m-my god...am I dreaming?" Celia blearily thinks, mind reeling. Celia moans into the kiss, then pulls away, breathing heavily and terrified. "W-why did you kiss me!?" She exclaims looking up at her. "Isn't it obvious?" She replied. "I like you, Celi. I like you a lot." Celia's eyes widen at the words, then slightly tear up. "Y-you....you like me?" She asked, not believing it. "Yes, silly. I have for a while now. I was just scared...that you'd reject me. Celia smiles, tears coursing down her cheeks. She then leans up and kisses her softly, gently pushing her to the soft grass. Mikki gently mewls at the sensation, then quietly moans as she feels her slender hands trail the side of her long, sinuous tail. "My god" Celia thinks. "I'm actually feeling Mikki up!" Giggling, she bends down and kisses her neck, eliciting a small moan from the already horny Lamia. She then gasps, arching her back as she feels Celia's many legs on her lower body, the sharp tips gently tracing her scales. "P-please, Celi, F-fuck me already!" She moans, twisting her body and moaning. "My god, she's so sexy!" Celia thinks to herself, watching as a small wet spot coats the inside of her jean-like skirt. Blushing, Celia brings her body close to hers, and kisses her neck again, but more forcibly. Mikki groans in pleasure as she feels her long, rough tongue sliding up and down her neck, small pricks of ruby-red blood dripping down from the small bites that followed. Mikki gasps in shock as she feels Celia's hand move up to her chest, massaging the rather ample mounds of flesh. "Y-your not wearing a bra?" Celia questions, feeling the contours of her breasts quite easily over her shirt. "N-not t-today..." She replies, moaning. "T-they are all in the w-washer..ah!" Mikki gasps as she feels Celia gently pinch her now erect nipple though the shirt, poking up quite nicely though the soft white cotton. "May...I?" Celia nervously asks, blushing slightly. Mikki gives a slow nod, blushing as Celia gently lifts her shirt off, gasping in shock at the sight of Mikki's luscious breasts, pale in color with the nipples being a light grey. "My god, your tits...I've never seen something so sexy~" Celia purrs, cupping one of them. Celia then notices the nipple piercing and grins. "Well now, a piercing? Nice gauge, but I'm more interested in what it's attached to." With that, she bends down and slowly licks, trailing her tongue over the nipple. Mikki arches her back, gasping at the cool feel of the wind blowing over her wet and exposed areola. Smirking, Celia suddenly puts her whole mouth around the soft mound and sucks hard, tasting milk and thinking, "wow. I didn't know Lamias could produce milk! And damn, this is pretty tasty!" With that, she massages her other breast as well, and continually uses her many legs to stroke her lower body. "Fuck! Celi, ah fuck!" Mikki gasps as she feels her bite the nipple. Celia's eyes widen in surprise as she feels the tip of Mikki's tail flick her spinnerets. "Aah, FUCK!" Celia whimpers, clenching her legs around her. Mikki continues to flick her tail, smirking at the expression on the young spider's face. "Well now, what's this?" She teases, continuing to flick her tail. "Aah...aaah...aah.." Was all she could utter, moaning in pleasure as her sensitive spinnerets gets assaulted with yet another flick. "P-please, stick it in!! Celia begged, her head on Mikki's shoulder. Mikki blushes, then quietly replies, "c-can...you make me feel good first?" Celia nods slowly and dips her head down, using her teeth to gently bite down on her zipper. Mikki looks down, blushing. "Ah, Celi....what are ya doing?" With a smile she replies, "why I'm pleasuring you, Love." With that, she tugs down on the zipper, and proceeds to slip the skirt off of her. Mikki's hands quickly shoot down, covering herself. Celia gently kisses her hand, murmuring "show me, Love." Mikki slowly retracts her hand, revealing a black lacy triangle covering her pussy, and looking quite soaked. With a small smile, she gently leans down and uses her fangs to hook the fabric and pull, the slip of black lace coming off, fluttering to the ground and revealing the treasure underneath. Celia blushes hardcore at the sight in front of her, the sight of Mikki completely bare to her overwhelming the young girls' mind. Mikki's pussy was visibly throbbing, and very wet. Celia gently runs her tongue along the outer labia, moaning in ecstasy at the taste. Mikki moans lightly, loving the feeling of Celia's tongue. Celia then cups her whole mouth on Mikki's wet pussy, sucking lightly while her tongue flicks at her clit. Mikki moans much louder, then coils her body around Celia tightly, her undulating coils tight and strong. Her tail then stabs deep into Celia's spinnerets, causing her to scream. "AAAH, FUCK YEESSS!!!" Was Celia's reply to her action, her legs unintentionally slicing her side wide open. Mikki mewls, loving the pain coursing through her now bleeding side. Mikki rams it in farther, pulling out and slamming it in again. Celia screams in pleasure, her whole body shaking as her first orgasm hits her, spraying her whole tail with liquid-like silk. Mikki slides it out, and sticks her own tail into her mouth, erotically sucking the sticky white substance off. Celia blushes as she sees her give fellatio to her own tail, bobbing her head up and down, a dribble of silk coming out of the corner of her mouth. Without thinking, she grabs Mikki's tail and shoves it into her own mouth, reveling at the feel of her soft, yet scaly tail writhing deep in her mouth, tasting very much like her own fluids. Celia jumps in surprise as she feels her skirt ripped off and then pushed backward, landing on her back while Mikki slithers on top, her powerful coils tightening around Celia. "Your mine now, Celi" she whispers into her ear, then running her tongue along her earlobe. Celia tenses up, then moans as her pussy is spread wide open by Mikki's fingers. Without warning, she darts her long tongue all the way into her womb. "FUUUCK!!! AAH, MIKKI!!!" Celia screams as she puts her hands on Mikki's head, forcing her down. Celia gets surprised when Mikki shoves her tail in her mouth, a good foot and a half down her throat. Mikki pumps her tail in and out, while darting her tongue at the same time. Celia then fingers Mikki viciously, loving the sound of her moaning at the touch. Then, Mikki bites down on her clit, and uses both hands to play with her sopping wet pussy. Celia then sucks down on her tail, driving her claws deep into her side. Mikki's moans of pure pleasure quickly turn to screams of ecstasy as she releases. Celia's eyes widen in surprise as a warm, thick substance shoots down her throat. Coughing and sputtering, she chokes out a thick, white substance, dribbling down her chest. "What the hell" she thinks to herself. "Was that semen!?" Mikki sees her surprised expression and smiles. "Yeah, it's cum. All nonhumans can cum like males, it's a way to prevent the destruction of our race. If there are no males, for instance, the females can reproduce with each-other. And yes, I want to mate with you. You, and only you." Celia tears up at this, and tenderly kisses her, full of love. "Mikki, I love you. More than anything. Will you love me back?" Celia asks, tears freely coursing down her cheeks. Mikki just smiles. "Yes. Celi, you mean the world to me. To love you is an honor. Will you have my child?" Celia kisses her deeply, whispering in her ear, "of course, my Love." Celia's eyes go wide as she sees Mikki's tail at the tip split wide, a rather giant cock-like appendage lined in small spikes and nubs around the edges sliding out. Celia's eyes go wide at the giant 2 foot long dick dangling in front of her eyes. "Holy fuck..." She breathes out. Mikki moans as Celia wraps her mouth around the head, then gasps as she pulls it deep down her throat, all the way to the base. Celia then starts bobbing her head, feeling the cock tip way deep down in her belly. Mikki groans in pleasure, Celia's throat massaging her giant cock as her ribbed esophagus pleasured her to no end. "Ah, Celi! I'm gonna cum!!!" Celia's eyes widen as she quickly pulls it out of her throat and gets sprayed in the face, all over her and down her chest, all the way to her navel. Celia keels over, spitting up cum and blood. "Are you ok!?" Mikki exclaims in fear, scared that her love was puking blood. "Ah, love, I'm ok! Just tore my throat up a bit, that's all" Celia shakily replies. Mikki smiles, kissing her and positioning her cock at Celia's now gaping entrance. "Are you sure?" Mikki questions, worried about her condition. Celia then thrusts her hips up, and wraps her many legs around her as her hymen rips open, and blood dribbles down her inner thighs. Mikki eyes the blood in surprise, exclaiming "your a virgin!?" Celia shakily nods. "I've b-been saving it for you." Celia screams as the pain hits her, then gasps as a wave of pure pleasure hits her even harder. Celia moans in disappointment as she pulls out, then mewls in pleasure as she rams it back in hard. Mikki grunts in pleasure as she feels Celia's pussy tighten around her while she rams her hard. "Fuck me harder!!! Aah, yes!! HARDER!" Celia screams. Mikki smiles, whispering "as you wish" into her ear, then gripping Celia's throat and squeezing, while putting her pussy in her face. Celia viciously licks at the moist hole while Mikki moans loud and audible. Mikki fists her hair and shoves Celia's head deep into her pussy, then using her other hand to claw at her back. Just then, Celia felt Mikki's cock swell up deep inside her and she knew that she was at her limit. Celia bucks up hard, while Mikki curls tightly around her, screaming in ecstasy as she came. Celia's mind goes blank as she comes as well, her whole body shaking. Breathing intensely, Mikki collapses on top of Celia, who weakly wraps her arms around her lover and and pulls her up. "I love you, Mikki" Celia breathes into her ear. Mikki responds by kissing her sweetly, smiling.
"I love you too, Celi. Now, and forever. Shall we go hit the showers? Celia?"
"Zzzzzzzzz......"
JIROKO: WHAT IS IT?
First off, a simple introduction.
Jiroko is simply a prison for nonhumans. In 1920, scientists looking for a cure for typhoid came across this massive clearing in the middle of the amazon. It looks like all the trees were simply sliced to pieces, and carcasses of multiple animals were scattered around. The strange thing was, was that the carcasses looked as if they were burned alive, while some were frozen solid! They then come across a black bloodstain in the middle, while a strange body lies in the center. When they take it back, and run some tests, they realize the blood literally purifies everything it touches! Pathogens, viruses, diseases, all broken down and wiped clean.
Oh, it gets better. The scientists get excited and start to synthesize the blood, and then sell it to all these big named hospitals as a "miracle cure". Sure enough, all who took it were cleansed. But, when the tested had offspring, that's when the real side effects shown though.
The children had horrible deformities, some too hideous to name. Fearing their lives, they harvest these children and have the doctors tell the family it was S.I.D.S. (sudden infant death syndrome). It was then the scientists realized that these deformed children aren't human, therefore aren't under the same laws as humans. Thus, uncouth testing began. All sorts of unnamable experiments took place, and since the children kept pouring in, who was to say they were in the wrong?
Now the fun part. Finally, after some "persuasion" from the President of the time, ProjectJiroko began. In short, military testing. On children. The government covered it up, said it was "an orphanage." Said orphanage, "Open Wings", became the worlds 3rd largest superpower. And then, they made the biggest mistake. They started to splice these children's DNA.... with animals.
When they did, they unlocked an ancient DNA sequence of the Gods themselves. What they never realized, was that nonhumans existed WAY before humans did. By 1980, over 300,000 facilities were set up, all over the world. Jiroko became the worlds darkest secret. The very source of Corruption and Depravity. Millions of animal/human hybrids were kept in cages, used like lab rats. Then, in 1995, Kira is born. This, is the turning point of history. For the first time, a nonhuman was Born perfectly functional, and perfectly balenced. Subject 000-001, Kira was no ordinary child. He can reconstruct his entire body, even change the genetic makeup. He could shape-shift his whole being.
A massive rebellion broke out, but was quickly subdued when they were all knocked out from the collar they wore. As a safety precaution, the collar pumps a continuous flow of neurotoxins into their bloodstream, weakening them. It was then they had the idea for a way to weed out the weak ones: the Carnivals began. Simply put, one "leader" from each cell is thrust into a giant room, and fights to the death until one is left standing. If 15 minutes go by, they all die. Also, the ones who die, their cellmates get sent into the Research and Development center. It's where they are torn apart in the cruelest of ways for the sake of "science". Kira joins the fight, to protect his little sister. After 7 years of fighting, though, his sister gets brutally raped and murdered in front of him. His only sanity, just died.
Well, that's when shit gets crazy. Kira looses control completely, and kills hundreds. Human and non human. He escapes, but without his left arm (got shot off) he passes out in the woods and then gets found....by a human boy.
Kira then learns the kid is the son of a rich billionaire, none other that Sarah Sparks, head C.E.O of Healtec, the largest hospital chain in the nation, and ironically one of the hospitals the "miracle cure" was sold to.
Yep. Kira then decides to stay there, and heal. But five months later, he returns. And this time he's ready. With his bare hands, he tears the damn place appart, and killing everyone inside. The slaves are freed, all 373 of them. They stay at the mansion, where Kira keeps them safe. Then, Kira learns one thing. That Jiroko is far bigger than he imagined. He was looking at taking on the 3rd largest corporation worldwide. By himself.
Nova X Shiro
Nova led the white demon up the stairs to her room, each step seeming an eternity as she led him up to her abode. Her hand was shaking, and a blush crept across her face. She nervously pushes open the door, and leads Shiro in. The nervous lamia silently slips onto the bed, her eyes locked with his. Shiro blushes bright red as he, for the first time, views her as a voluptuous woman. Her eyes flash with a muted lust, verging on breaking free as Shiro slowly walks toward her, his mind racing. He carefully climbs into the bed, next to her. "Are you okay?" Shiro whispers, worried. "Yes" she breathes, their lips only inches away from eachothers. Shiro quietly moans as their lips connect and a heated passion takes over. He lets his hands roam, first to her ample bosom. His fingertips slide over the soft fabric of Nova's shirt as he feels her glorious breasts through the contours of her shirt. "Nnng" she quietly moans as her tail twitches. Shiro blushes and kisses her again, but deeper. His mouth slightly opens, allowing Nova access, which she takes advantage of. She moans lightly as she feels Shiro's long tongue explore her mouth, to which Nova slowly responds by snaking her longer tongue into her new lovers mouth. Shiro moans as he feels his lover's tongue in his mouth as it wrestles with his own. The heated kiss soon ends, and Shiro groans as she pulls from the heated embrace. Standing above him with her soft, scaly and smooth body between his legs, she slowly pulls her shirt up and over her head, a black, lacy bra showing forth underneath. "Do you like?" She asks, swaying her body sinuously. "Oh my god" was all he could say as she slowly leans back down, her lovely bosom mere inches from his blushing face. "Go ahead" she murmurs, her soft voice laden with lust. Shiro finally gives in, and bucks his head up and into her neck. Shiro wraps his arms around her as he kisses her deeply, a passion unlike anything he has ever felt before welling up deep inside him. He wanted her. He needed her. With a low, guttural growl, he pulls her closer as he continues to kiss her. Nova moans lightly, then gasps as he moves down to her chest. Gently groping her bra, he leans forward and starts to lick the nipple through the fabric. Shiro slowly hooks his finger through the right cup of her lacy black bra, and tugs it slightly down. The sight of her light pink, perfect nipple was more than enough to make him blush profoundly. The demon pulls it back up, blushing. "It's okay" she laughs lightly while Shiro burns with embarrassment. "Here, lemme help you" she purrs, leading his hand to her chest. Shiro shakes as he feels the soft cleavage left by her bra. Without warning she unclips it, and it falls to the bed, where she flicks it away with the tip of her tail. Shiro feels his loins stir as he gazes at her naked chest, thrust out proudly. Her nipples slightly perk to the cool breeze which turns him on even more. She leads his hands to her large tits, and gently molds his hands to cup her chest. Shiro slowly moves his hands and feels her contours. The nervous demon squeezes them slightly and rubs her nipples with his palms while his fingers claw lightly at the soft flesh. "Aah" Nova moans, biting her index finger's knuckle as Shiro continues to fondle her soft breasts. Lowering his head, Shiro slowly begins to lick at her soft mammaries, little trails of saliva dripping from her tits as he continues to lick lightly, sliding his long tongue all across her chest as goosebumps follow the saliva trail. "Oh god" she quietly mewls, arching her back as she puts her hands on his shoulders. Shiro feels confident in this and sucks her whole left nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he cups it with his left hand and massages her right breast with his right hand. The cute little moans she was giving off was giving the little demon a hardie, which showed up slightly through the denim pants. Shiro continues his assault on his lovers chest, which is why he didn't notice her left hand leave his shoulder and snake down his chest. Shiro gasps as he feels her cool, smooth hand rub his well-defined chest. "I-ooah" he moans as her hand darts south and rubs his navel gently. "Your abs are so smooth" she huskily remarks as she feels his well-defined abs with her slender fingers. Shiro stops licking long enough to reply "to fight you evenly I had to train every day." Nova smiles, replying "I can tell." Nova goes silent, then slowly pulls away and locks eyes with Shiro, her ice blue eyes meeting his. "Shiro" she whispers, her eyes filled with apprehension "tell me you...tell me you love me." Shiro clasps her shoulders and pulls her into a hug, not a sexual one, but one full of love and meaning. "Of course I love you. These past months you have done nothing but stay kind to me, no matter how many times I screwed up. Nova, you are the only thing in this world I want. To be yours is the greatest of honors" Shiro declares, staring deep into her eyes. Nova slowly smiles, her eyes glistening. "Shiro.. I feel the same. Ever since you so boldy came up to me on that bus, I've had the highest respect for you. That respect slowly turned into love. I want to be with you forever." Shiro holds her gently in a loving embrace, her hands caressing his back. "That's why.....I'm willing to g-give myself to you..." Shiro blushes and nods. Nova nervously lays back on the bed, her arms above her head while her slim fingers grip at the sheets. Shiro blushes intensely at the sight. The girl he held most dear to his heart was spread out underneath him. With shaking hands, he slowly pulls himself on top of her and kisses her deeply and with unrestrained passion. His hand wanders south and gently caresses her belly, and Nova laughs lightly, giddy from the tickling sensation. Shiro trails his hand further south, but stops. "It's okay, love." She whispers huskily in his hear, and Shiro's hand slowly starts to rub the skirt above her crotch. "Oh my god" Shiro thinks to himself. "I'm actually rubbing her pussy!" Shiro gasps when he feels her hand on his dick, stroking it through his pants! With each stroke, he felt himself getting harder. "Oh god" he quietly moans as he feels her palm rub his clothed cock, and he knew he needed to feel actual contact. "Please" she moans. "Touch m-my p....pussy" Shiro nervously nods, and begins to unclip her skirt. It opens up and lays bare her navel, as where as the spot where her human body meets the snake body. A thin, tight black band crosses her crotch which splits at the bottom and wraps around the back, which he couldn't see. A small golden buckle rests on the left side of the garment. The fabric was soft, like satin. "What is this?" He asks, slightly confused as he runs a finger over the fabric. "Gah!" She gasps, her pussy tingling from the touch. "M-my p-panties" she answers, gasping lightly. Shiro blushes hardcore at what he realizes what he did. He roughly stroked her nearly bare pussy! "I-im sorry!" H apologizes worriedly. "D-don't be" she moans. "Please, Shiro, I want you to see. Only you." Shiro nods and, taking a breath, pulls the buckle. Her black panties lay open, and Shiro stares into her eyes. His fingers tentatively strokes her inner thigh. "Ah!" She moans, grabbing his hand. Shiro looks down and blushes. Her pussy was so soft and pink looking, with little streaks of ladycum dribbling down her outer labia. His erection became painfully obvious, as it tented his jeans. "My god" Shiro whispers. He runs his index finger across her soaking labia and he winces as she digs her claws into his collarbone. He keeps rubbing her inner labia, her moans getting increasingly louder. "Oooh goood~" she moans as he continues to rub her now soaking wet pussy. Shiro gasps as he feels her hand shoot down to his crotch, and starts tugging at it. Shiro removes his hand, licking it and marveling at her sweet taste. The taste was that of sweet honey, but with an exotic and forbidden flavor. Sam straddles her belly, his aching cock straining beneath his clothes. "Are you sure?" Shiro asks, his hands on his jeans. "Yes" she squeaks nervously. Shiro nods, and pulls. The button snaps open and his long, hard cock springs out. Nearly 10 inches, his monster cock was white (like him) and hairless, the head being a light gray color. Small, spiky nubs line the underside as well. Pre-cum leaked out of the tip and onto her belly. Nova goes wide-eyed at the giant before her eyes. "Oh my GOD" she breathes, blushing intensely as her lover's cock throbbed before her. "I-I'm sorry" Shiro whimpers, covering hisself up. "Don't be" she breathes, gently lifting his hands away. Shiro gasps as she lightly grasps his dick and starts to gently stroke it. "Aaaahh" he moans as she jerks him faster. After a few minutes of lightly jacking him off, she without warning grabs his hips and thrusts him up and towards her, causing him to fall forward, straddle her head, and fall on all fours as his rock hard cock slides down her throat. "Aaaaaahn!" The white demon moans as he feels his sensitive cock slide up and down her throat. "G....oh god.....gonna....c-cuuum..." Shiro moans. Nova grips his ass and shoves his dick as far down as it will go, all the way down her throat as she bobs her head. Shiro buries his head in the pillow as he grabs her head roughly and fucks it like a personal fuck toy. Nova chokes as she masturbates feverishly, her middle finger stabbing in and out of her innocent virgin pussy, now squelching with love juices. "I....I......I'm coming!!!" He groans as she grips his ass hard, shoving his dick deeper in her throat as his dick erupts in sperm. Black, thick fluid chokes out of Nova's mouth as he releases deep inside her throat. "Mmmmpgh!" She tries to shout, gurgling as his black cum leaks out of her mouth and down her chin. Shiro pulls out and continues cumming, thick ropes of sticky black cum landing on her face. Nova chokes and sputters, a look of pure ecstasy on her face as she continues to finger herself. She pulls her hand away and wipes the black, thick liquid off and looks at it. "I-I'm so sorry!" He apologizes, scared he just ruined the only good thing in his life. "So tasty" she purrs, sucking the oddly colored sperm off of her finger. Shiro blinks, confused. "W-wha? What do you mean? Isn't it.....abnormal?" Nova stares as Shiro, then laughs lightly. "Shiro. Your a DEMON. I'm a LAMIA. There really isn't anything that's not abnormal about us. And yes, even though your semen looks like motor oil, it has a very pleasant taste~" Shiro smiles and kisses her gently. "May I please taste you?" He murmurs, combing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Please do" she whispers shakily. Shiro nods, and does a 180 on her, his face near her soaking pussy while his semi-hard cock dangles in front of her face. Shiro dips his head down and starts to lick, moaning as he feels his hardening dick slip down her throat once more. "She tastes like heaven" Shiro moans in his head as he continues to pleasure her. Using his hands, Shiro starts to finger her, his tounge slipping in and out as his middle finger pumps in a similar fashion. "Oh god....oh god...AAAAAHN!" Nova's moans get louder and louder as Shiro tongue-fucks her. Nova gently lifts her lovers head, a strand of clear lady nectar dribbling from his chin as he looks back and stares deep into her lust filled eyes. "B-baby. Please~" Suddenly, Shiro pulls his head up, and stares at her, both only thinking of one thing. Shiro gently climbs on top, positioning his throbbing member at her sacred entrance. "Are you sure?" Shiro whispers in her ear. "Yes....only for you" she promises as she kisses him. "I-I've heard that the first time hurts...." Nova whimpers, nervous. "I'll go slow" Shiro promises. Nova nods and the virgin demon slowly starts to push into her. "GAAAH!" Nova screams, little rivers of blood trailing down her inner thigh and dripping onto the white sheets. "Art you okay?!" Shiro asks worriedly. "JUST MOVE!" She practically screams. Shiro nods and thrusts as hard as he could, deep into her womb. She drags her claws down his back (accidentally, of course) hard enough for blood to drip down his sides as her sharp claws dig into his upper back, an tracing down to his lower hips. Instead of pain, he felt.... pleasure. Intense. Burning. Pleasure. Shiro moans loudly as she digs her claws deeper into his back as her screams of pain gradually turn to mewls of pleasure. Shiro felt something snap. The overwhelming pleasure of her sexy pussy wrapped around his cock, the claws in his back, Novas unbelievably sexy moaning and the fact he was fucking the girl of his dreams was to much for him to take. He lowers his head and kisses her intensely, ferociously, and with a passion unlike anything else. He thrusts into her harder and faster, ravaging her like an animal. "OOH GOD YEEESSS!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!! AAAH, OH MY GOD YOUR DICK IS FUCKING SPLITTING ME APAAART!!!!" She screams in pleasure as she claws and slices at his back while her lower body constricts the two of them together in a vicious embrace. In, out. Bite, claw. Choke, bleed. Shiro's moans became louder, and Nova's voice was filled with ecstasy. "OH GOD SHIRO!!" She screams as he bites down on her neck. "I'm gonna cum!!" Shiro grits through his teeth as the pleasure and pain hits him wave after incredible wave. "Me too!" She gasps, constricting tighter. "AAAAhH.....AAAAH......AAAAAHN! IM CUMMING!!!" Nova constricts around him, screaming "CUM!!! CUM INSIDE ME AND IMPREGNATE ME!!!" Shiro grips her ass tighter and and pumps his dick in and out of her as hard as possible. Shiro finally releases with a loud, groaning moan as his steaming hot thick black cum fills her womb. Nova screams loudly as she releases for the first time, clear liquid mixed with his black cum as she releases all over the bed, a strong thick stream hitting him in the chest. Nova spasms with a few smaller orgasms as his cum fills her. Shiro collapses on top of her, panting for breath as small streams of blood drip down onto her belly. "Ohh...god" was all she could pant. "W-we just....f-fucked" Shiro breathes, his heart racing as sweat drips down his forehead. "That.....was the most intense fight I've ever been in..." Nova remarks, still gasping for breath. "Thank you" Shiro nuzzles her as he kisses her neck. Nova looks at her hand and notices it was drenched in blood. Her eyes widen in horror as she looks at him. Long claw-marks cover his arms while deep, painful bite marks are seen all along his neck, most of them breaking the skin. A dark, black-ish ring circles his neck as blood drips from his cut lip. Shiro laughs, replying "I guess we like it rough, huh?" Nova nods, feeling ashamed. "Hey, love, what's that look for?" Shiro admonishes. "I asked for it, baby. I have never felt more alive then right now. I am a demon, after all. I was just....afraid of bringing out the monster in me. Nova leans up and kisses him, a warm smile crossing her lips. "I wouldn't have you any other way." Shiro sits up and Nova winces at the gigantic marks on his back. Starting at his shoulders, five long and incredibly deep marks criss-cross his back, ending at his hips in the fashion of a large 'X' on his back, and it was deep enough to scar for sure. Her own body wasn't much better off either. Dark red bruises cover her wrists while innumerable bites, cuts, and marks cover her flawless skin. "Haha" Nova laughs. "Hahahahahaha! I would have NEVER taken the runt demon to be such a BEAST in bed!~" Shiro smirks, replying "yeah, and I never would have taken the so-called 'pure' Nova to be such a masochist!" "Haha, your calling ME a masochist? Look at your back!" Shiro looks at the mirror and balks. "Holy shit babe..." The room was flecked with blood while grey, red, and clear liquids puddle on the bed, the whole room smelling like sex. "I love you" Shiro murmurs as he kisses her. He grimaces at the taste, remarking "ugh, is that really what my semen tastes like?" Yeah, it's got a nice, salty taste." Shiro laughs, then balks. "Uuuh, how long were we up here?" Nova checks her watch (on the floor), and gasps. "Uh, we came here around noon, right?" Shiro nods, somewhat dreading the actual time. "It's 6:48!" Shiro balks, staring at her. "Dinner is in two minutes!" He yelps as he jumps up and off the bed, but is sent crashing to the floor from the crushing pain. "Hahaha! Are you okay?" Nova asks, slithering up to him. "Yeah, just dandy" he groans. Looking down, he sees the problem. His legs were bruised black and blue, all the way up to his mid-waist. Scale indentions were seen through his skin. "Sorry!" Nova apologizes, grinning sheepishly. "I got overexcited..." Shiro laughs, leaning weakly on Nova. Shiro pulls on a white tee, yelping as the fabric scrapes against his literally flayed back. Red lines criss-cross his shirt as the blood bleeds through. Shiro pulls on his ripped jeans and grins, looking at hisself in the mirror. Looking back, he sees Nova pulling on her clothes, with obvious difficulty as well. Shiro goes over and help her dress, stealing a kiss at the same time. "Thanks" she mutters as he helps her zip her skirt on. "It's okay to ask for help when you need it, love." Shiro murmurs, kissing her forehead warmly. "Okay, it's just..... My stupid pride. OUR stupid pride." Nova admits, sighing. Shiro laughs, patting her back gently. "We all have out defects and quirks, love. It's those traits that make us who we are. Now, lets go get some food, eh?" Nova laughs, replying "I think I'm full now." Shiro laughs, grabbing the door handle and throwing the door open. "I wonder why...."