Chapter 45: Cowgirl Rebecca I

A few moments later...

Well. I’d certainly made an absolute fucking masterpiece of the place.

I sat back on my heavy haunches, my canine head cocked slightly to the side, surveying my handiwork with the quiet, profound satisfaction of a true artist. The Umbrella Corporation break room had officially been transformed into a Jackson Pollock painting of unbridled, degenerate horror.

Long, glistening streaks of mixed fluids decorated the linoleum floor like an abstract expressionist mural. Her shredded pants lay in a sad little pile in the corner, a tragic casualty of my earlier lizard-claw enthusiasm. The tattered remains of her white shirt and tactical bra were scattered around like collateral damage from a very specific, highly localized war.

And the centerpiece of my grand installation, the literal Mona Lisa of this entire exhibition, was Rebecca herself.

She was lying flat on her back, limbs spread out like a starfish that had just lost a bare-knuckle brawl with a hurricane. Her skin was flushed a bright, angry pink from raw friction and streaked with grime from the floor grates. Her dark hair was a sweaty, tangled halo around her head.

Her bare breasts were glistening under the cold fluorescent lights, slick with a thick, glossy coat of my saliva and pre-cum. Her nipples were bright red, swollen, and looked like they’d been thoroughly, professionally abused. Which, to be completely fair to both of us, they absolutely had been.

But the most fascinating part was her lower belly.

It possessed a very distinct, undeniable, prominent swell. She literally looked like she was cruising right into the start of her second trimester of pregnancy. It was a proud biological testament to the sheer, absurd volume of baby-batter I’d pumped into her virgin core over the last three hours. Every time she took a shaky breath, a thin, milky trickle would escape her thoroughly ruined entrance and trace a slow path down her trembling inner thigh.

Goddamn, I thought, letting out a soft, happy canine pant. I really went to town on my medic. That Apex Breeding Urge debuff is no joke, but man, the perks are undeniable.

A series of bright blue system notifications materialized directly in my peripheral vision, cheerfully interrupting my post-coital gloating.

[System Alert: Viral Breeding Panacea Activated

Target: Rebecca ChambersMethod of Delivery: Direct Insemination (Internal Ingestion/Retention - Maximum Efficacy)

Infection Status: T-Virus Pathogen Burden completely neutralized by Host’s specialized anti-viral antibodies.

Primary Biological Buff Applied:

<Progenitor Panacea - Tier 1>

Duration: 48 Hours (Note: Repeated exposure/insemination will continuously extend duration and permanently integrate traits into target’s genome)

Current Enhancements Applied to Target:

Physical Strength: +200% (3x Baseline Human)

Reaction Speed & Reflexes: +250%

Biological Durability & Bone Density: +200%

Stamina & Pain Tolerance: +300%

Passive Trait Acquired: <Minor Cellular Regeneration> (Target will naturally heal from minor lacerations, bruising, and muscle fatigue at five times the normal rate.)

Notice: Physical enhancements will take effect GRADUALLY over the next 1-2 hours as the target’s cellular matrix absorbs and adapts to the dense biological payload.]

I stared at the glowing blue text, my canine jaw dropping open slightly.

Holy shit.

Three times baseline human strength? Two hundred percent bone density? Minor cellular regeneration?! My dick literally just handed this girl a bootleg version of the Super Soldier Serum!

I looked back down at Rebecca, who was currently whimpering on the tile.

Forget Steve Rogers, my jizz is basically turning her into Alice from the Resident Evil movies! If I keep clogging her pipes with mutant cum every few hours, she’s going to end up permanently superhuman! I’m not just a degenerate monster, I’m an all-natural, organic bio-enhancement lab!

Then my eyes caught the very last line of the notification: Physical enhancements will take effect GRADUALLY over the next 1-2 hours.

A massive wave of profound relief washed over my brain.

Oh, thank fuck.

Because if all those stat boosts had dropped on her instantly while she was still operating on pure, unfiltered resentment, she probably would have ripped my tail off and shoved it down my throat. The fact that her body needed time to synthesize my biological payload gave me a crucial window to play the dopey, lovable pet and soothe her ruffled feathers before she gained the physical ability to punch a hole through my skull.

Rebecca let out a low, pathetic groan that sounded exactly like a dying vacuum cleaner.

"I... I can’t... feel... my legs..." she rasped out, her voice barely a rough, crackling whisper. "Y-You... you broke... my... my pelvis..."

I let out a soft, sympathetic whine and gave my heavy tail a polite thump against the tile. Thump. Thump. Thump. It was a gesture meant to convey my deepest, most sincere apologies for the aforementioned pelvic destruction.

She slowly, excruciatingly turned her head to glare at me. The movement looked like it cost her every single erg of energy her body had left. Her dark eyes were narrowed into angry slits, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the dried drool on her cheek and the bright flush across her chest.

"D-Don’t..." she breathed, her breath hitching as a small tremor ran through her thighs. "D-Don’t you... like, don’t you dare... look cute... You’re a... a two-hundred-pound... biological... rape machine..."

The tail-thumping stopped. I lowered my snout, flattening my ears against my head in what I hoped was the universal dog gesture for deeply reflecting on my life choices.

"A-Are you... even... listening to me?" she mumbled, her eyelids fluttering as she struggled to keep them open. "Or is... is your brain just... a wet sponge... full of... bad decisions...?"

Hey, my brain is a complex neural network of multiversal gacha mechanics and survival instinct, thank you very much.

She tried to shift her weight, attempting to roll onto her side to escape the cold floor grates, and immediately froze mid-movement. Her eyes went wide.

Slosh.

The loud, undeniably liquid sound of my massive biological payload shifting violently inside her uterus echoed through the quiet break room like a half-filled water balloon being shaken.

"Oh my god..." she whispered, her hands flying down to hover over her distended stomach. "I can... I can literally feel it sloshing around in there. How is this even possible?! The human body is not anatomically designed to hold this volume of fluid! I look like I’m four months pregnant!"

She gently, experimentally pressed her fingertips against the tight, swollen curve of her lower belly.

The added pressure forced the massive pool of fluids inside her to shift downward, grinding straight against her overstimulated, hyper-sensitive cervix.

"Ahhn~!"

A loud, surprisingly breathy moan tore out of her throat. Her hips bucked involuntarily off the floor, her toes curling so hard they practically scraped the linoleum.

She instantly slapped both hands over her mouth, her face turning a shade of red that defied natural human biology.

I tilted my head, my tongue lolling out the side of my mouth.

Did you just accidentally turn yourself on by pressing your own cum-filled belly? Iconic. Truly iconic behavior from S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team’s finest.

"I didn’t—that wasn’t—" she stammered behind her hands, her voice muffled and trembling. "The pressure... it just... it pushed against... shut up! Don’t look at me!"

I didn’t say a word—mostly because I was currently in Cerberus form and could only make canine noises—but I slowly trotted forward. My heavy paws clicked softly on the tile.

Rebecca instantly tensed, trying to shrink away, but her useless, noodle-like legs completely refused to obey her brain’s desperate commands.

"Stay away..." she whimpered, though there was zero actual threat behind it. "If you... if you try round five... I swear to god, Ghosty... I’ll bite your nose off..."

Rebecca let out a low, pathetic groan that sounded exactly like a dying vacuum cleaner.

I didn’t go for round five. As much as my Apex Breeding Urge loved the idea of keeping her pinned to the floor until the end of time, I knew when to play the long game.

I trotted over to where her canvas bag had landed during our earlier wrestling match. Grabbing the strap in my jaws, I dragged it across the linoleum and dropped it right next to her trembling arm.

Using my sharp canine teeth with surgical precision, I snagged the zipper pull and yanked it open.

"What..." she mumbled, caught entirely off guard. "What are you doing...?"

I dipped my snout into the side pouch and pulled out a massive, crumpled wad of industrial paper towels—the exact ones she’d aggressively hoarded after the bukkake incident. I nudged the paper towels directly against her hand.

Rebecca blinked down at the paper towels, then up at my milky eyes. Her fierce, angry glare faltered. The tight, resentful line of her mouth softened just a fraction, a quiet, exhausted sigh escaping her lips.

"Stupid mutt..." she whispered softly.

She tried to push herself up into a sitting position, but her arms were like wet noodles. Sensing her struggle, I immediately stepped in closer, wedging my broad, armored shoulder under her back to give her a solid brace.

She leaned heavily against my side, grunting with effort as she managed to pull herself up against the cold concrete wall.

Her right hand instantly flew to her lower belly, cradling the tight, prominent swell of her cum-filled stomach.

"God, why..." she grumbled, her voice a low, raspy stream of continuous complaints. "Why couldn’t you just do it outside if you had to do it at all? Why did you have to dump a whole gallon of syrup inside me? My uniform is completely destroyed. My pants are gone. My bra is gone. I’m literally half-naked in a subterranean nightmare facility."

I let out a soft, sympathetic grunt, playing the attentive listener.

She unfolded a few of the thick paper towels and started wiping her messy, bare breasts first. She thoroughly scrubbed away the thick, glossy layer of my saliva and pre-cum that was coating her skin, wincing slightly whenever her fingers brushed over her bright red, swollen nipples.

Mid-wipe, her chest suddenly hitched.

BUUURP.

A tiny, delicate little burp escaped her lips.

Rebecca instantly froze. She blinked, her nose twitching as the air hit her nostrils. The distinct, unmistakable aroma of bleach, musk, and hyper-concentrated mutant baby-batter wafted straight into her face.

Her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. She hesitantly smacked her lips together, tasting the back of her own throat.

"What...?" she whispered, pure, unadulterated medical horror washing over her face. "Did that... did my burp just taste like your..."

She looked down at her swollen belly, then back up at me, her breathing accelerating into a full-blown panic attack.

"Oh my god," she hyperventilated, pressing both hands against her stomach. "Did it leak into my stomach?! Is your cum literally in my digestive tract?! How high up did it go?! I’m burping your jizz! That’s not anatomically possible! The reproductive and digestive systems are entirely separate! I’m defying the laws of human anatomy!"

It’s might just be the Progenitor Panacea trait rapidly integrating into your body. After all your whole body is absorbing the buffs. You’re practically marinated in it.

She obviously couldn’t hear my internal reassurance. She just sat there, looking like she was about to have a mental breakdown over the logistics of gastrointestinal insemination.

"Oh my god," she whimpered, slapping a hand over her mouth, her face turning crimson all over again. "I’m going to throw up. No, wait, if I throw up, it’s going to taste like it again. Oh god. Oh god."

"I have to get it out," she muttered, sounding completely and utterly defeated. "I can’t... I can’t walk around a bioweapon facility sloshing like a goddamn water balloon."

With a heroic, agonizing effort, she pushed herself completely off my snout and scooted backward until her bare spine hit the cold concrete wall. Her trembling arms wobbled dangerously, her bare breasts swaying heavily with the movement. She awkwardly spread her bare, trembling thighs, her knees falling open to expose the absolute disaster zone of her ruined crotch.

"Don’t look at me," she hissed, her face burning anew as she grabbed a fresh handful of paper towels. "Turn around! Look at the wall! I am experiencing the lowest point of my entire human existence and I do not need a canine audience!"

I obediently turned my massive head away, facing the opposite wall, though my peripheral vision was still doing a fantastic job of monitoring the situation.

Squelch. Schlop.

The wet, heavy sounds of her trying to excavate a literal liter of thick, viscous mutant cum out of her stretched entrance echoed loudly in the quiet break room.

"Ugh, it’s so thick," she complained miserably, the paper towels immediately soaking through. "It’s like trying to wipe up wet cement. Why is there so much of it?! You’re a biological hazard! This is going to take me an hour!"

Squelch.

"Oh god, it just keeps coming out... I’m a human soft-serve machine..."

I kept my tail wagging, immensely proud of my handiwork. Let her complain. She might be sitting half-naked on a cold floor, manually scooping out a dog’s load with industrial paper towels, but thanks to my system buffs, she was going to be the healthiest, strongest, most indestructible medic in the Arklay Mountains.

She’ll thank me later. Probably. Assuming she doesn’t try to shoot my balls off first.

While she was wrist-deep in her own ruined plumbing, I decided to finally check the backlog of system notifications from Hunter Hunting that I had completely ignored during our three-hour marathon.

[To Be Continued]

A/N: Glad you guys liked the lemon scenes. As author, its hard for me to discern whether scenes feel too long or is entertaining enough that you crave even further but seeing that I didn’t get even 1 comment for the former, I will take it as all in all good experience.

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