Chapter 36 - 35: Bird’s Suddenly Appear~

Chapter 36: Chapter 35: Bird’s Suddenly Appear~

KABOOM!

A deafening roar of twelve-gauge buckshot echoed through the dank concrete corridor, completely obliterating the Umbrella security camera mounted in the upper corner. A pathetic shower of shattered glass, sparking wires, and pulverized plastic rained down onto the metal floor grates.

I let out a highly satisfied bark, giving my heavy tail a firm wag.

Umbrella Corporation could officially suck my massive, purple mutant balls. There would be absolutely no corporate voyeurs recording my favorite medic while her uniform was in such a glorious state of disrepair.

Rebecca violently pumped the action of her shotgun, ejecting a smoking red shell casing that clattered loudly against the floor. She was currently operating on a terrifying mixture of post-orgasm adrenaline and pure, unfiltered homicidal rage. She hadn’t said a single word to me for the last five minutes, choosing instead to aggressively march forward while maintaining a death grip on her firearm.

"There," she muttered, glaring at the smoking crater in the concrete wall. "Satisfied now? No more cameras. God knows why you are so obsessed with destroying every one of them the moment you see it."

Cuz I don’t know Korean Boytoy leech boy staring at my cute medic, but you’t get it.

She turned on her heel and continued marching down the gloomy basement hallway.

I trotted loyally behind her, my claws clicking against the steel grates. My gamer brain was currently running entirely on overdrive. I knew exactly where we were. I knew the layout of this basement like the back of my own heavily armored hand.

And I knew exactly what enemy type was scheduled to spawn in this specific corridor.

Eliminators.

They were mutated monkeys. Horrible, shrieking, hairless macaques pumped completely full of the Progenitor virus. In the original video game, these little bastards were notorious for having high evasion rates, incredibly annoying attack patterns, and a tendency to stunlock the player into absolute oblivion.

Specifically, the very first monkey encounter was a scripted jump-scare. The game was designed to drop the screeching primate from a hidden ventilation shaft directly onto Rebecca’s cute little shoulders, forcing the player to aggressively mash buttons to shake the creature off before it chewed her face down to the bone.

I was absolutely not going to let some flea-bitten, feces-flinging macaque lay a single dirty claw on my medic.

I assumed the vanguard position right behind her, gluing my milky eyes entirely to her backside. I was operating under the guise of high-level tactical overwatch. In reality, I was just completely hypnotized by the massive, jagged tear in her tactical pants.

My newly acquired Perverted Luck trait was working overtime. Every single step she took caused the frayed canvas to shift, providing a mouth-watering, high-definition view of her smooth pale thigh and the tight black elastic of her uniform panties. I was practically vibrating with anticipation. I would wait for the exact millisecond that stupid monkey dropped from the ceiling, snatch it right out of the air with my massive jaws, and look like an absolute badass hero while saving her from a brutal mauling.

I was so incredibly focused on watching her perfectly shaped ass that I entirely neglected to monitor my own airspace.

I completely forgot to factor in the butterfly effect.

SCREEEEEEEEECH!

A heavy mass of writhing muscle and hyper-aggressive primate energy slammed squarely onto the top of my skull.

The screeching bastard didn’t drop on Rebecca.

It dropped directly onto the two-hundred-pound mutant hellhound.

What the FUCK—

Four sets of razor-sharp little claws immediately dug into the exposed muscle tissue around my neck, finding every single gap in my chitin armor with surgical precision. The hairless little shit wrapped its scrawny legs around my throat and immediately started clawing at my face with manic, rabid energy.

Get off get off get OFF—

I thrashed wildly, bucking my entire armored body like a mechanical bull at a cheap rodeo. I violently shook my head left and right, trying to dislodge the screaming parasite.

"EEEEE-EEEEE-EEEEEK!"

The Eliminator simply tightened its grip on my skull, its claws digging deeper into my neck muscles. The little bastard leaned forward and sank its disgusting yellow teeth directly into my left ear nub.

White-hot pain exploded across the side of my head.

YOU LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER—

I let out a furious, gargling roar that came out as a violent series of frantic barks and snarls. I spun around in a complete circle, violently snapping my jaws at empty air, but the diseased little shit was positioned perfectly in my blind spot, riding my head like a demented jockey.

The monkey released my ear and immediately jammed both of its leathery thumbs directly into my eye sockets.

AHHHHHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK—

I couldn’t see. The little bastard was actively trying to gouge my eyeballs out with its disgusting primate fingers. I violently threw my weight sideways, slamming my skull into the concrete wall in a desperate attempt to crush it.

CRACK.

The wall cracked. The monkey screeched in pain but somehow maintained its grip, scrambling frantically across my face.

Then it shoved its entire fist up my nose.

WHAT THE—WHO DOES THAT?! WHO SHOVES THEIR HAND UP SOMEONE’S NOSE DURING A FIGHT?!

"Ghosty?!" Rebecca’s voice cut through the chaos, high-pitched and panicked. "What’s happening?! What is that thing?!"

I tried to bark a response, but the monkey immediately grabbed both of my upper lips in its tiny, leathery fists and violently yanked my mouth open, exposing my gums to the freezing basement air.

"KKKKKK-KKKK-KKKKK!"

The hairless little shit was screaming directly into my open mouth, spraying rancid monkey spit all over my tongue.

I’m going to MURDER you. I’m going to RIP you apart. I’m going to FEAST on your disgusting little organs and ABSORB your genetic material and then I’m going to SHIT you out and ABSORB you AGAIN—

"Oh my god, is that a monkey?!" Rebecca shrieked, taking a massive step backward. "Why is there a naked monkey on your face?!"

I violently shook my head, trying to close my jaws, but the Eliminator was surprisingly strong for something the size of a malnourished toddler. It released one of my lips and immediately reached down to grab a handful of my exposed gum tissue, yanking upward with chemically enhanced primate strength.

THAT’S IT. THAT’S FUCKING IT.

My scorpion tail whipped over my back in a desperate attempt to stab the creature, but the heavy stinger was completely useless at this extremely close range. I ended up just awkwardly thwacking the back of my own neck with the purple appendage.

"Shoot it!" Rebecca yelled, raising her shotgun with trembling hands. "I’ll shoot it!"

YES. SHOOT THE LITTLE BASTARD. BLOW ITS FACE OFF.

"Wait—I can’t shoot it!" she immediately backtracked, her finger hovering hesitantly over the trigger. "You’re moving too much! If I fire buckshot right now, I’m going to blow your entire head off!"

I DON’T CARE. ACCEPTABLE CASUALTIES. FIRE THE FUCKING SHOTGUN.

I thrashed harder, spinning in frantic circles. The monkey screeched louder, its claws raking across my snout, its teeth snapping at my remaining ear nub.

"Hold still!" Rebecca shouted, trying to track my movements with the barrel of her gun. "Ghosty, HOLD STILL!"

I CAN’T HOLD STILL. THERE’S A RABID PRIMATE TRYING TO PERFORM AMATEUR BRAIN SURGERY THROUGH MY EYE SOCKETS.

The Eliminator grabbed my lower jaw with both hands and tried to wrench my head to the side. I could feel my neck muscles straining, the little shit leveraging its entire body weight against me.

That was it. I was done playing defense.

I abruptly dropped my front half to the floor, tucked my chin to my chest, and executed a flawless, aggressive forward somersault.

My massive two-hundred-pound armored frame rolled directly over my own head in a move that absolutely no dog in the history of canine evolution had any business performing.

The Eliminator realized what was happening exactly one millisecond too late.

"SCREEEEE—"

CRUNCH.

The satisfying sound of primate bones snapping under sheer tonnage echoed through the corridor. I crushed the screeching bastard directly between my thick back plates and the solid steel floor grates, flattening it like a biological pancake.

The annoying monkey noises cut off instantly.

I scrambled back to my feet, giving my entire body a vigorous shake. The partially crushed Eliminator peeled off my back with a wet schlop and hit the floor grating.

It was still alive.

Barely.

The hairless little shit was twitching, its limbs bent at unnatural angles, its disgusting wrinkled face gasping for air. Its long, pink tail was thrashing weakly against the metal grates.

Oh, you want to play dirty? Let’s play dirty.

I lunged forward, clamped my jaws around the thin, ropy tail, and yanked the monkey off the ground.

"EEEEEE—EEEEEE—EEEEEEK!"

The Eliminator shrieked in absolute terror as I lifted it into the air, dangling upside-down from its own tail.

Rebecca’s jaw dropped open. "Ghosty, what are you—"

I swung the monkey to the right and slammed it into the concrete wall with every ounce of strength my mutated musculature could generate.

WHAM.

"AAAAIIIIEEE!"

Then I swung it to the left, smashing it into the opposite wall.

WHAM.

"EEEEEE—"

Right again.

WHAM.

Left.

WHAM.

Right.

WHAM.

"Oh my god," Rebecca whispered, her eyes wide with a mixture of horror and morbid fascination. "Poor monkey..."

This is what you get for putting your fingers in my eye sockets, you hairless little abortion.

I swung the Eliminator one final time with maximum force.

WHAM.

The tail ripped clean off the monkey’s body.

"SCREEEEEEEE—"

The monkey went flying through the air like a screaming, hairless baseball, tumbling end-over-end down the corridor directly toward Rebecca’s head.

"DUCK!" she screamed at herself, dropping into a crouch.

The Eliminator sailed over her, missing her skull by inches.

But I wasn’t done.

The little bastard was still alive, still shrieking, still trying to crawl away with its broken limbs.

Unacceptable.

I spat out the severed tail and immediately launched my entire two-hundred-pound frame into the air, leaping directly over Rebecca’s crouched form to intercept the tumbling primate.

[Rebecca POV]

The tailless monkey sailed over her head, missing her by inches.

Rebecca stayed crouched, her heart hammering against her ribs. She could feel the displaced air from the flying primate ruffling her hair.

Safe.

She was safe.

"Ghosty, you stupid mutt—" she started, rising from her crouch, ready to deliver a furious lecture about projectile trajectory and basic spatial awareness.

Then she saw him.

Mid-leap.

Airborne.

Two hundred pounds of armored hell-beast launching directly toward her face.

Time slowed to an absolute crawl.

Her brain, still running on emergency power from the earlier basement incident, helpfully provided background music for this exact moment.

Why do birds suddenly appear...

Oh god. He’s going to crash into me. He’s going to flatten me. I’m going to die. I’m going to get crushed by a mutant dog in a basement and nobody will ever find my body and—

Wait.

Her eyes tracked his trajectory with the cold, analytical precision of someone who had aced ballistics in the academy.

He’s... he’s going to clear me. He’s jumping over me. The arc is perfect. I’m fine. I’m completely fine.

Relief flooded her system.

Every time... you are near...

Then her eyes drifted lower.

And she saw it.

The massive, purple, fully erect, eight-inch monster cock.

Flapping.

In the wind.

Coming directly toward her face.

Oh no.

Just like me...

Oh no no no—

They long to be...

The thick shaft was getting closer. She could see every vein. Every ridge. The bulbous head. The way it bobbed and swayed with his forward momentum like some kind of fleshy, obscene pendulum.

She tried to move.

Her legs didn’t respond.

Her body had completely given up on her, deciding that if this was how she died, it simply did not have the emotional bandwidth to fight it.

Close to youuuuu...

The massive purple dick slapped her squarely across the face.

THWAP.

The impact was wet. Meaty. Audible.

Her head snapped to the side from the sheer momentum, her brain struggling to process the absolute reality of what had just made contact with her cheek.

But Ghosty’s forward arc wasn’t done.

The thick shaft dragged across her face in agonizing slow-motion, the hot skin sliding from her right cheek, across her nose, and over to her left cheek in one continuous, devastating swipe.

Then came the balls.

Oh god. The balls.

Two massive, heavy orbs swung directly into her face immediately after the shaft cleared.

THWAP. THWAP.

A one-two combo. Right cheek. Left cheek.

Her entire head was briefly engulfed in hot mutant nutsack.

Then Ghosty cleared her completely, landing heavily on the floor grates behind her with a metallic clang, immediately pouncing on the crippled monkey and tearing it to shreds with his jaws.

Rebecca stood there.

Frozen.

Her arms hung limply at her sides, her shotgun dangling uselessly from one hand. Her eyes were wide, unfocused, staring at absolutely nothing. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but no sound came out.

What.

What just.

Did I just.

Did he just.

Did his.

His.

The word wouldn’t form. Her brain had completely blue-screened. The loading bar was stuck. The spinning wheel of death had appeared. She was experiencing a full mental crash, and the error report was just flashing DICK. BALLS. FACE. on an endless loop.

I got.

I just got.

Slapped.

With.

A.

She still couldn’t say it.

Behind her, she could hear the wet, organic sounds of Ghosty absolutely eviscerating the monkey. Bones crunching. Flesh tearing. The happy thwap thwap thwap of his tail wagging enthusiastically.

Her right eye twitched.

Warm.

It was warm.

There was a warm, wet streak across her face.

Oh god.

OH GOD.

That’s not saliva.

Her hands slowly, shakily rose to her cheeks. Her fingers made contact with the slick, viscous fluid smeared across her skin.

It was sticky.

She pulled her trembling hand away, staring at the clear, glistening evidence coating her fingertips.

Pre-cum.

He.

He slapped me.

With his dick.

And left.

Pre-cum.

On my face.

Her brain made a noise that sounded like a dial-up modem trying to connect to a server that had been on fire for three days.

beeeee-ooooo-waaaaa-kssshhhhhhh—

She turned around very, very slowly.

Ghosty had finished killing the monkey. He was currently in the process of deploying his red tendrils, slurping up the liquefied remains with loud, satisfied noises. His tail was wagging. His milky eyes were half-closed in contentment, like he’d just enjoyed a particularly nice meal.

His massive purple erection was still fully deployed, bobbing gently with each movement, glistening with moisture.

Rebecca’s hand rose into the air.

She pointed at him.

Her finger shook violently.

Her mouth opened.

"Y-y-y-y—"

Nothing.

The words were stuck in her throat, tangled up with her barely functioning cognitive processes.

"Y-you—you just—your—"

Nope. Still couldn’t say it.

"You—with your—and my—and the—"

Her entire face was burning. She was pretty sure steam was actively rising from her head. Her heartbeat was so loud she could hear it echoing in her skull like war drums.

Ghosty finished absorbing the monkey, retracted his tendrils, and turned to face her. He tilted his head to the side in that stupidly innocent way, his tail still wagging.

Then he licked his chops.

That was it.

The final straw.

The absolute last thread of her sanity snapped like a dry twig.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Rebecca launched herself at him with a completely feral, incoherent scream of pure rage.

She tackled his armored bulk with her full body weight, which accomplished absolutely nothing except making him take one polite step backward to brace for the impact. She crashed into his chest plates and immediately started pounding her fists uselessly against his chitin armor.

"STUPID! MUTT! STUPID! PERVERT! STUPID! DISGUSTING! DEGENERATE! MUTANT! BASTARD!"

Each word was punctuated by another useless punch that made her knuckles hurt more than it bothered him.

"YOU SLAPPED ME! YOU SLAPPED MY FACE! WITH YOUR—WITH YOUR—"

She still couldn’t say it.

"WITH YOUR THING! YOUR GROSS! GIANT! PURPLE! THING!"

She was straddling him now, sitting squarely on his lower back, her thighs clamped around his ribs, smacking his armored shoulders over and over.

"AND THEN! AND THEN! YOUR BALLS! YOUR! BALLS! HIT MY FACE! BOTH CHEEKS! DO YOU KNOW HOW HUMILIATING THAT IS?!"

Ghosty was just... lying there.

Completely still.

Not resisting at all.

His tail was wagging.

He was enjoying this.

"ARE YOU WAGGING?! STOP WAGGING! THIS ISN’T HAPPY TIME! THIS IS PUNISHMENT TIME! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE SORRY!"

She grabbed his tail with both hands and yanked it upward.

He let out a pleased little chuff.

"STOP MAKING HAPPY NOISES!"

She could feel something pressing against her inner thigh.

Something thick.

Something hot.

Something that was definitely getting bigger.

Her eyes went wide.

Oh no.

She looked down.

His massive erection was inflating. Right beneath her. The thick purple shaft was swelling, rising, pressing directly against her already traumatized, barely-covered crotch.

"ARE YOU—ARE YOU GETTING HARD?! RIGHT NOW?! WHILE I’M YELLING AT YOU?!"

He was.

He absolutely was.

The thick head was already prodding insistently against the seam of her shredded pants, the heat of it radiating straight through the thin fabric.

"YOU ARE! YOU’RE GETTING HARD! FROM ME HITTING YOU! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

Ghosty turned his massive head to look back at her, his milky eyes half-lidded, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth in a dopey, blissful expression.

Then he wagged harder.

Rebecca’s brain gave up entirely.

She slumped forward, her forehead dropping against his armored back, her fists unclenching. She just lay there, draped over his spine, feeling his enormous dick throb against her inner thigh, listening to his tail thump happily against the floor.

"I hate you," she whispered into his chitin plates, her voice completely devoid of energy. "I hate you so much."

Ghosty let out a satisfied grunt.

His tail kept wagging.

The worst part—the absolute worst part—was the small, traitorous corner of her brain that was whispering very dangerous thoughts.

Like how warm he was.

How solid.

How the rhythmic thumping of his tail was almost... soothing.

How the thick pressure against her thigh was making her core flutter with that same terrible, wonderful heat from earlier.

"I’m going to therapy after this," she mumbled, closing her eyes. "So much therapy. I’m going to need a therapist for my therapist."

Ghosty’s purr rumbled through his chest.

She felt it vibrate directly into her pelvis.

Oh no.

"Don’t you dare," she warned, her voice muffled against his back. "Don’t you DARE start purring. I swear to god, Ghosty, if you—"

The purr got louder.

"Stupid perverted mutt....."

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