Alone in the Darkness
Disclaimer: Hey there, well, let me start off by saying I DO NOT own Digimon, Toei, Bandai, such, blah, blah ,blah... I'm not doing this for profit, so if you sue me, you'll probably get my bills. Anyways, the characters here belong to Toei, again, not me, so there.
This is a LEMON story, so 17 and younger can't read, *does Nelson like laugh* AH-HAH! So, hear this drunken dragon and, get the hell out of here kids.
Note: This contains Rape and Gore, by the way, so if you probably don't have a powerful stomach, you might want to leave as well.
Note 2: This Lemon, goes dedicated to one of my best friends in the Digi Artists Domain! Gunter, this goes for you. (Gunter VanCrimson)
Anyways, let's stop babbling and save that to distract the girl who we like, shall we? Let the story, BEGIN!
"Alone in the Darkness." By: DragonMasterX.
North of England, Charmridge city, at approximately 11:30 hours.
The whole city didn't present a sign of liveliness; it was totally deserted, the day was black... dark... engulfed with the never ending silence and the stormy clouds, covering the city with rain. The lighting stroke every so often, the previous silence being broken like a glass falling to the ground as the thunder roared across the particularly big metropolis.
Inside the luxury apartment, 4 stars, 'Green Dream', the 4th floor: Room 43. Typing could be heard, and it was a moderated paced typing as well.
In the room, a white sheet in an old typing machine was being written with words by someone sitting next to it at that moment, the text, apparently a small journal, saying:
"December 18 2000.
Rain... everything is rain... it's been like this for a week, maybe it's acid rain, I just don't know anymore.
It's been hard, the city itself has been totally ruined by this foolish experiment. This was the worst threat ever created to fight against humans. Digimon should not have heard him, he is the cause of our demise, they did not want to be like humans and live they way they do, now they don not even live, they die like them.
I do not have anything else to say, my partners are waiting for me, and we are going to check for survivors today, we hope there are more than three alive this day.
Sophie Richards, D.B.R institute worker."
After the typing stopped, the furry female digimon stood up, just an average height of what a human teenager would be while standing, a long fluffy tail swished in the air with smooth movement as the lighting struck again, massive thunder was heard throughout the city once again. The white paper was picked up, and then it was placed on top of some documents, neatly organized on a table.
As the rain slowed to a near stop, the furry pointy ears of the girl twitched twice, signalizing she had already gotten herself informed of the current weather situation outside. A sigh came out of her, then the female simply blinked her crystal blue colored eyes slowly. "It's so hard to believe we are still alive... three weeks... surviving through this hell... all of us are being slowly driven mad, I hope it doesn't happen to me..."
The Renamon moved to the typing machine again, she was wearing a tight pair of red jeans, a pair of black boots, and then a yellow top, which covered the bright chest fur that adorned her upper body half, her top actually trying to hide two prominent furry breasts of an average size, nothing too extravagant. When in front of the chair, she grabbed a black blouse, staring on it and seeming thoughtful once again. "If I'd had convinced him... when I still had the chance..."
She growled to herself once, and then put on her remaining piece of clothes. "This is another day... I can't keep delving into the past, it's up to us to finish what we started..." After finishing with her dressing up, she stroked her red hair back, she had a nice amount of hair flowing from her head, she had already tied it to a ponytail which reached her shoulders and went past just slightly. "I'm not going to let those things keep harassing the place where I was born, It's me," she narrowed her eyes in mid sentence and then stretched her white paw to grab a pistol, a 7 charge Desert Eagle, then loaded it and cocked it back. "Or them." She pulled the pistol down, then grabbed her cel-phone, one of the new Motorola DX-320 and made it travel inside her pocket with her paw, and then, she walked to the door to her room.
Immediately afterwards, there was a knock on her door, it seemed weak at first, but it turned louder. She immediately strafed right and leaned on the wall, besides the door and narrowed her eyes, gripping her gun and nearing her free paw to the door handle, she was aware of anything that could happen.
The air was thin at that moment for her; she looked at the door anxiously. She could feel her heartbeat rhythm rising up. Her paw was touching the handle, but the knocking had stopped. "Hmm?" she muttered as she could feel the scene quite alike something that she had lived previously, "Damn those things..." She hastily opened the door and pointed her pistol at the entrance, getting to see no one was there. "Darn... false alarm."
She withdrew her weapon and released the tension in her muscles, calming down for a bit, going to grab a jacket, as it was raining outside, she went outside the room and locked the door, then put the keys in her other pocket.
Lighting struck one more time, the sound was stronger, it seemed this time, the electro-magnetic tension had messed up the fuses in the electrical system of the building, which made the lights suddenly go out, "Fuck." She cursed silently.
She started looking for a flashlight in her jean's pocket, hoping to find hers fast.
"Where is it?" she mumbled as she rummaged through another pocket hastily, suddenly she stopped cold as a hand was placed on her shoulder. Her heart beat raised drastically at that moment, tempting to come out her throat in a jump, the source of adrenaline pumped into her fast as she gasped and widened her eyes. She reacted quickly and grabbed the hand, gripping it hard with her paw and then bent, elbowing whoever was behind her in his stomach. She then pulled him nearer and threw the possible threat to the ground, slamming him on the floor hardly. "Ughh!" a male voice groaned, the sound of it making the girl's ears twitch.
"Huh?" she quickly searched and this time, found her little flashlight, then powered it on and illuminated the area for a bit, soon finding out who this male was. "Jason! For fuck's sake, don't do that!"
Jason, a Beelzemon, sat up, rubbing his head with his hand. He rubbed his wrists for a bit. "It's nice to see you too."
"I wouldn't greet you in that way if at least, you would call out my name and not touching me out of the blue." She frowned.
"Yeah, whatever, why did you take so much?" Jason asked.
"I had to take a bath and write something, did I take that much?" the Renamon replied.
"No, of course not," Jason nodded, and then crossed his arms. "Only an hour and half."
"Come on, I haven't had a bath in a week, I can't stay with blood and mud for the rest of my life," she crossed her arms, swishing her tail as she stared on the Beelzemon.
"Speaking of which, you smell like a whale had digested you, it's easy to confuse you with a rotten corpse. You should get a bath."
"Glad to know you are happy to see me, shall we get going? We need to survey this area." Said Jason as he grabbed both his guns and cocked them up, ready as he stood up.
The Renamon nodded in agreegment, "Yeah, we need to get to the others soon." She looked around for a bit, then started walking away, illuminating the path for them with her flashlight.
Jason followed her from behind, looking around for anything suspicious. "The lights went out, huh?"
"Lighting fried them for sure, hope it didn't happen to whole city now," she said, nearing the elevator and pressing the button to make the lift come up.
"I hope so too, I wouldn't like to start using those stupid night vision goggles again, they ruin my image," Jason added, while entering in the now opened elevator.
When the Renamon was about to step through the lift, she noticed something and stopped before placing foot in the elevator.
"What?" Jason raised an eyebrow.
"Do you hear that?" she asked, a cracking sound making her sensitive fox's ears twitch, and she narrowed her eyes.
"Hear... what?" the Beelzemon asked, cocking his head sideways. "I don't hear,"
The Renamon gasped and then backed off a bit, pointing at Jason's direction with her gun.
"S-Sophie? What are you doing?" Jason shivered, looking on the gun with some fear.
She didn't reply, nor made a movement of her arm, only narrowed her eyes. "Did you go nuts? Hey! I'm your ally not your,"
Suddenly, a bang was heard from Sophie's Desert Eagle, she had shot two bullets rapidly.
"Auuuugh..." a moan was heard from behind the lift, suddenly an arm popped out from the wall of the lift, the rest of it cracking quickly as a dead corpse of a young woman fell on the ground, two holes in her forehead. Jason gasped in a cold sweat, looking on the dead human on ground. All of her skin was totally rotten already, and an eyeball was missing in one of her eyes' sockets as well as her bit tongue out of her mouth, which was dripping with blood.
"Stupid humans." Sophie said as she blew the smoke coming from her gun's hole.
The Beelzemon was speechless, or maybe he was too scared to even move. "G-god..."
Sophie grabbed Jason's hand in her paw and pulled him out of the lift. "More are coming, they will probably jump on the lift, let's hurry outside!"
Jason snapped, and then nodded at the command, both set quickly and ran to the stairs, a large group of humans were starting to go up, their shadows were easily spotted as lighting struck. All of them walked slowly, moaning from pain could be heard as they reached nearer.
"Damnit! They got us surrounded!" Jason gritted his teeth.
"Window... now." Sophie said quietly, staring on the shadows that still crept closer and closer.
Jason looked around, and then found a window nearby, to their rightmost. "There, let's go!"
"You go first, and make sure you leave it open." She commanded.
"But- aren't you coming with me?" Jason hesitated.
"Just go at once!!" she growled.
"Right!" he said nervously, then ran straight to the window.
Sophie reached to one of her jacket's pockets, and then pulled out a Frag Grenade "Go to hell, damned bastards!" she growled, then removed the safe for the explosive and hurled it to the stairs. She immediately ran off hastily.
"Come on! Jump already!" she growled as she neared the window, which Jason quickly jumped through, falling from 4th floor, but grabbing a tube next to the window, sliding on his fall. Sophie instead, jumped through the window as fast as she could.
In the stairs, lots of moaning could be heard, and soon, a huge explosion brew, blasting all those humans into just dead body parts, covered in their blood, the explosion so strong, the whole damaged place started to shake. Some of the still working heaters blowing up, creating a massive explosion, which started to destroy the building from the inside out.
Sophie jumped just in time before the whole building crumble around the window, and she was able to take the same tube Jason had taken to slide down just in time, starting to go down the shaking building fast.
Somewhere else, in a secluded room with only a door on a left-most corner, typing could be heard; another old typing machine was being used. The sheet of paper moved rapidly, words were impaled one after another in a rapid succession.
"December 19 2000.
Three weeks. Three miserable weeks passed since our team came to Charmridge city, this place was totally deserted; no one was in the streets, a foul stench of death simply delved into the remains of this metropolis.
We came with a large group of members whom had volunteered courageously, including my brother, Clark. From the sixteen members, counting myself in, that came here, only 4 have survived, and strangely, and for my own disliking, my girl, Sophie, was involved in this incident, she is now in another part of the city, I sent Jason to look for her, I hope she comes back safely...
Now, I am going to reunite with her and my other comrades, but the thought of finding another of us... turned into one of those things is plain disgusting. I can not let this go on any further; there must be a way of saving the Digimon from that virus. There is something that has been following us wherever we go, and whenever I feel it, I hear a womon scream. When we reach, it's already too late...
I'm not going to give up, only death will stop me, and that's not an option for me.
Thomas Rogan, American Misbehavior Society- Section 11 Commander."
Thomas stood up, grabbed his weapon, a 6-shell charge shotgun and walked outside the room hastily, leaving the document on the floor.
He met with his team outside, composed of few other digimon. One was a Lillymon, whose name was Lydia, her clothing was a black jacket and a pair of green and black strapped pants, black boots, and a pair of light-green gloves, two Uzis were hanging from the bands that were around Lydia's neck, supporting themselves in air and partly next to her chest. Unlike a normal Lillymon, her helmet wasn't being used at that moment, so her long hair, mostly looking like beautiful soft vines, was in full view.
The other member was a tough looking WereGarurumon called Jake; his whole appearance was exactly like a normal WereGarurumon's, except he had a black patch across his left eye and lots of scars throughout his body. He was holding a very destructive weapon across his shoulder, something that looked like a Panzer Rocker Launcher.
The last member was Thomas's little brother, Clark. This digimon, wore exact same outfit as Thomas, something that would resemble a S.W.A.T outfit, only that Clark's face wasn't covered by anything, revealing he was a Veedramon, a very tough looking one by the way. He was holding a M-16 rifle in his arms.
"Situation?" asked Thomas, standing next to a wall.
"Everything normal, sir." The WereGarurumon answered. "No humans or infected ones have been spotted nearby."
"Jason didn't return with Sophie as I can see." Thomas added.
"No, sir," Lydia said as she walked up to Thomas. "Richards and Maxwell haven't been spotted either, sir."
Thomas nodded. "We'll advance further now, we'll meet with Jason in the building as we agreed previously."
The two nodded, and Clark walked up to Thomas. "Brother, tell me, are we going to ever be able to escape here alive?"
Thomas put a gloved claw on Clark's shoulder. "Only god knows, for now, our only hope is to do our best to survive."
The bigger dragon nodded, then turned and walked behind Lydia and Jake.
Thomas however, looked back on the room he had just left, narrowing his eyes through his night-vision goggles. Soon, he was following his team, already had left his interest of the place where he had previously been to.
"Agh!" Sophie grunted as she fell on the ground on her butt, the pipe where she was hanging had broken just about she was nearing the ground, so it wasn't harmful, but it still hurt. "Stupid... pipeline..."
Jason walked towards her, offering his hand so she could stand. "You okay?"
Sophie took his hand in her paw the Beelzemon helped her up. The vulpine then dusted her clothes off with her paws and looked up, the building, from 2nd floor was all cracked. She smirked at this seeing. "We better run before it crumbles down."
Jason looked on the building, and then nodded to her and both ran away from there, entering the silent and empty streets of Charmridge.
"Where's Rogan?" asked the vixen, fixing her messy hair.
"Point A0063, Northern section." The tall male answered.
"In English." She asked again.
"The Mega Store just two streets from here." He explained.
"Right, let's go, I don't want to waste my time with anymore of those,"
"WAAAHHH!!" a scream of agony was heard, cutting through Sophie's sentence.
Jason narrowed his eyes and Sophie gasped, both turning into the direction of the scream.
"Let's go! Someone needs us!" Jason said setting off to run in the direction he was facing. Sophie hesitated for a brief moment, but then ran behind the Beelzemon and followed him.
When she reached the point, she was astonished from the gory scene in front of her, her sapphire eyes widened as she saw a small Agumon being bitten and crunched by a small group of two humans and Vegiemon.
Sophie gasped; the picture was just plain disgusting. She covered her mouth as the creature tore a piece of the Agumon's tender flesh from the twitching body and brought it upon his fangs, starting to consume it. While this creature was enjoying the skin meal, another one had bigger buffet in his mind as he drove his hand into Agumon's gullet and started to tear through his innards.
Jason pointed his guns to one of the humans, then, from the amazing twins, two big bullets shoot straight to the man, having his fest over the dead dinosaur.
The eyeball was sticking out the eye socket of the dead man, his hand lacking two fingers, from where blood dripped, his teeth were almost green from the strange drool oozing from his mouth. The whole zombie's clothes all torn apart "Uagghh." The moans from the man were evident, showing he was already dead, his chest had two big holes, he fell on his back and started bleeding massively, until he didn't move at all and laid on the ground, dead.
The Vegiemon turned around, leaving the dead corpse of the Agumon on the ground, lots of it's flesh had been chewed and ripped off his body, even bone could be seen in his body along with the little blood that came from them. As for the Vegiemon, one of the two vines normally he would have, were missing, half of his body was open. "Gaaahhhh..." it moaned, starting to crawl to Jason.
Sophie covered her mouth as the creature tore a piece of the Agumon's tender flesh from the twitching body and brought it upon his fangs, starting to consume it. While this creature was enjoying the skin meal, another one had bigger buffet in his mind as he drove his hand into Agumon's gullet and started to tear through his innards.
"Damned bastard..." Jason clenched his teeth, then loaded two huge bullets in his both guns, then pointed at the Vegiemon, "Go back to the dead," he pointed at the Vegiemon, then shoot one of the big bullets that instantly ripped the whole rotten digimon's body apart, thanks to it being weak from the hole in his already destroyed body.
"Uaghhh..." the other guy moaned, he stood up, three fingers were missing in his hands, a chunk of his brain was able to be seen out of his head, his tongue was out his mouth, dropping saliva of a very strange color on the ground. His clothes were all torn apart. He walked over, one of his dirty arms raised as he kept moaning and nearing Jason.
"Take this!" Jason growled, pointing his other gun to the human's form, shooting almost immediately.
"Gahhh!" the man groaned as his left arm was totally blown off his body. It didn't matter though, as for the man kept walking briefly after his limb was forcefully removed from his form towards Jason.
"What?! He didn't even bulge!" the Beelzemon grunted, backing off a step.
The man started to run to Jason, as he was altered even more from the loss of his limb.
"Damn!" Jason said as the guy jumped, he was about to move, but instead... BANG! The head of the zombie's was blown apart by a heavy well-placed shot. The dead corpse now lying on the ground, covered in the blood that came out his body. Jason gasped in a cold sweat, staring on the remains of the aggressor as he found out who was his savior, again, Sophie was holding up her Desert Eagle tightly, smoke coming from the gun. "That- was... close." Said Jason as he gasped again, falling on his butt on the ground.
Sophie didn't say a word, but stared on his comrade. "Are you okay?" she finally spoke out.
"I-am... NOT okay" he gasped.
"Stand up, we need to check on him." She pointed at the mutilated Agumon on the ground.
Jason got himself together and breathed deeply, then stood up and walked to the corpse with Sophie besides him.
She knelt down to check up on the dead digimon, placing a paw in his neck. "..."
Jason put his weapons away in his coat. "He's..."
"Dead" Sophie replied.
"Damnit, this is the 9th this week." The Beelzemon cursed. He looked up on the black, stormy sky.
"No use complain, nor staying here," Sophie stammered, standing up to her feet, then walked off. "Let's go meet Rogan and the others."
Jason nodded, and then followed Sophie walking slowly.
The corpse lay on ground, covered in blood, slowly started to shake, then it stopped, a blank eye opened all of a sudden. "Grrr..." it growled, the Agumon stood up.
"Huh?" Sophie turned around. "Jason!"
"What?" Jason raised an eyebrow, starting to turn around.
"Grooaahh!!" the Agumon growled as he leapt from the ground to Jason, the dinosaur's muzzle seemed to be white with drool, much like when dogs have rabies. Jason fell on the ground, the smaller digimon on top of him as he restrained the bigger one with its claws. "Gahhh!!" it growled again, starting to near his messed up face to Jason. "Gah! Get off me!" Jason struggled; unfortunately, the Agumon seemed to have strong arms all of a sudden. "Let me off damn it!"
"Darn!" Sophie cursed as she pointed her gun, 4 bullets remained, she tried pointing at the Agumon with good accuracy as for she didn't want to miss and hit Jason instead. "Don't move... don't move..."
"Graah!" Jason grunted, struggling as hard as he could, the undead slapping him across his face hard, then gripping his chest hardly with the putrefactive claws, ripping his clothing with ease and starting to scratch and cut the skin below it.
Sophie closed her eyes, then pulled the trigger, hoping for the best. The bang was loud again; lighting had stricken once again loudly, muffling the other sound almost completely. When Sophie opened her eyes, she saw she had been successful, the Agumon had a hole in the head, and it wasn't moving, but something wasn't right...
"J-Jason...?" said the fox as she walked towards the immobile form of Jason. "Jason?"
The Agumon was on top of the tall mega level digimon, all his blood was lost, and the Beelzemon didn't seem to move, instead, for Sophie's fear, his arms didn't move and his hands were opened, Jason wasn't even breathing.
"N-no..." she said as she knelt besides her friend, pushed the Agumon away and stared on the huge chunk of meat missing from Jason's neck, "J-J-Jason... Jason... please, no..." she started sobbing, tears forming in her eyes as she started to shake the damaged digimon's body. "No... no... please... you can't be... dead... Jason..."
It seemed like Sophie had taken too much time, and the undead was faster than her into feeding himself with her friend. Even though the four undead, were now fully dead and didn't move... this didn't feel like a victory...
"Aghhhh..." Jason coughed some blood, mid-opening his eyes, "S-Sophie...?"
"Jason!" she gasped, seeing him talking. "Stay there! I'm gonna call Rogan!"
"N-no... don't... I-I can't... I feel like... I'm already... ugh... infected." The mega coughed again, blood dripping from his mouth. "Please... kill me... now."
"What?! Don't be stupid! I won't let you die!" cried the girl, obviously determined to do anything to help the dieing comrade.
"I knew... you'd say that..." Jason closed his eyes and slowly put his left hand on his weapon to grab it, loading it swiftly so she didn't notice.
"Just, stay there, I promise I'll bring help!" said the desperate Renamon, standing up.
Jason shook his head and put the gun on his head really fast, not letting her react, then muttered, "Good bye." Said Jason, then he blew off his head with the massive gun. Blood spattered everywhere, including on Sophie, whose fur got stained crimson red from the blood.
Sophie froze in the spot, then widened her eyes, starting to blink, but then came to her senses and tears ran down her furry cheeks coming out from her azure eyes. "Jason... Jason... JASON!!"
An hour and twenty minutes later, Thomas's team had reached the meeting point and they were waiting patiently. Clark walked to his older sibling, "Brother... Jason's core unit... it is..."
"Curses." Thomas grinded his teeth down his mask.
Lydia sighed and looked on Thomas's direction. "Do you think, Richard's...?"
"Don't even dare to say it!" Thomas slammed both gloved hands on a shelf of the general store, destroying the whole shelf in one fierce blow.
Jake walked up, placing one of his big paws on the altered beast's shoulder. "Calm down, we can't be certain of anything yet."
Clark walked up to Thomas as well, he was about to say something, just to calm him down, but suddenly the whole wall was crushed down by something.
"What the hell?!" Jake stepped back slightly.
The other three gasped, Lydia, being a tough and stubborn girl held her Uzis tight and started running ahead to the dust cloud.
"Wait! No! Return here!" Thomas commanded.
Lydia screamed. "They are all over us! We are already doomed! I HAVE TO GET RID OF THEM OR THEY'LL KILL ME!!" she had gotten totally scared, it didn't seem she was thinking rationally, as if her mind all of a sudden had been removed from her brain and replaced with a peanut. The guys stared on their comrade, blinking at her attitude.
The fairy womon clenched her teeth, aiming at everything that seemed suspicious and or moved, "Now, where's this damned," she saw a shadow and then grinned, "Gotcha! YAHHH!!" she pulled the trigger to her weapons and started firing really fast shots at her target. Which unfortunately, as she could see after some of the dust cleared, was just a black shelf that had been moved by the place shaking. Lydia turned around, only to widen her two eyes again and this time... letting a loud scream.
The three males widened their eyes as they heard the cry of agony, pointing their respective weapons at the possible threat ahead of them. When the dust cleared, they could see perfectly what was in front of the group: It was a large creature, it seemed to be a digimon as well, his body was totally composed of an organic armor, which pulsed and changed colors from gray to red repeatedly, two large legs were placed on the ground supporting the huge body above, a long bone tail sticking out it's rear. It's arms were large, strong looking, and two huge claws were holding Lydia, and from the monster's shoulder, a retractable spike, which had pierced the girl's throat and had slipped inside her esophagus tearing apart her guts. Finally, the head of it seemed to be draconic, there seemed to be no mouth, but soon, that judgment was proved wrong, as a long slit appeared over what appeared to be a mask, in it's mouth section. The slit opened and revealed a huge mouth with very sharp teeth. "What is that thing!?" Jake gasped. He widened his eyes as he stared on the creature removing the long spike from Lydia's insides and hiding it into his own pulsating back.
"Gah... that's... disgusting..." Clark closed one eye, stepping back. The creature didn't even respond, it just neared Lydia's body to his mouth, then ripped half of the female's corpse and swallowed it.
Thomas gasped and looked on the horror of seeing the girl being eaten down like a hotdog.
Jake couldn't take it any longer; he pointed his Rocket Launcher at the creature and knelt down, his paws holding it tight and his right paw's fingers around the trigger. "Eat this!" The trigger was pulled and the ammunition fired, the rocket flew to the monster as it ate down Lydia's remains, closing his mouth, ending like it was before. The projectile exploded against the large creature, ending in a huge blast.
"Woah..." Clark gasped, still pointing his weapon at the large monster.
Jake was pulled back a bit from the impulse the rocket had taken after being launched, he quickly stood up, a grin appearing on his face. "Hah, no one beats big ol' J." Thomas tried to look on the dust cloud to find something, but he couldn't really see, until his eyes finally caught the image of something moving. "Look out, Clark!" A spike started moving, and then thin and long lethal spear suddenly came out of the dust cloud and headed for Clark. However, Thomas intercepted and charged at his brother before the aggressor had a chance to hit, both of them landed on ground far from it.
"That fucking thing is still," the werewolf started talking, turning his head as he held his weapon in one paw, and didn't had time to react as one of the spikes pierced his face, going through his head. Jake's body stayed limp in air, the Rocket Launcher fell on the ground, blood dripped from the wolf's forehead and muzzle.
"No..." Thomas gasped, his mask falling on the ground, revealing his face. He was a Flamedramon, a red haired one, strong looking black eyes. "Damn you!"
"Jake!" the Veedramon yelled at seeing his best friend's dead body in air, held by the sharp and pointy tentacle. "You mother fucker! I'll never forgive you!" he shouted at the monster, which obviously was behind the curtain of dirt that hadn't yet cleared since the last explosion. Clark stood up, grabbing his rifle and preparing to go and fight the creature, but his brother stopped him...
"Don't be an idiot! You'll get killed like the others! We must flee!" the Flamedramon called out, pulling his young sibling as he stood up.
The Veedramon shook his head. "But!"
"No buts! NOW!" Thomas growled loudly, some of the spikes starting to come in view as they slammed themselves just a few feet from them.
The big dragon didn't have time to object, he shut his eyes and then ran through the exit, followed by Thomas.
By then, Sophie was walking alone, in the deserted streets, heading for the building where she was supposed to meet Rogan and his team. She was very down from the sudden scene she had to witness, but she knew if she didn't go on, she'd be a sitting duck waiting to be eaten down by a horde of flesh hunting zombies. As the girl reached the building, she saw something strange on the side, a large group of infected humans were creeping, and they had already seen her.
"Shit." She said, and then hurried inside the building. She knew she couldn't take on all those undead; she had only 2 bullets left in her gun. Earlier, she had to defend herself against a rabid dog, whose attitude didn't seem very kind towards her as it was infected too. She was keen when she had to shoot, so she saved her ammunition wisely.
Sophie had to hurry, so she ran as fast as her really powerful legs allowed her, she found her way inside really easy, it was a common place she used to shop into.
Clark and Thomas stopped in their way; they had unfortunately tripped over a group of zombies in front. Both dragons started blasting the crap out of the undead, blowing their bodies apart. They worked with a good combination, Clark slowed the group down with his assault rifle, and Rogan finished them with his shotgun. Blown halves of bodies constantly flew in the air along with constant amounts of blood. It was hard, the horde didn't seem to stop coming.
"How many of these things are there?!" Clark said, focusing to start taking down the zombies on his own by shooting straight to the head.
"Let's move out! We can't keep wasting ammunition! Hurry!" Thomas ordered. His brother nodded and fled to a staircase along with him.
Sophie took a staircase up, quickly going as she tripped with somebody. They all fell down the stairs. "Ouch! Damnit!" she cursed, then took out her gun and pointed at the two who were on the ground.
"Dang, just who," Rogan lifted himself up, looking on Sophie. "Sophie!"
"Rogan! It's you!" she quickly hugged him.
"Sophie... what happened?! Where's Jason?" he asked.
She lowered her fox ears as she sniffed once, sign of her depression. "He... he died..."
Rogan looked on the ground, clenching his fangs. "Rats..."
"Argh... I think I broke my leg..." Clark grunted, trying to get up.
"Great, this day is going worse each second, first, our group is killed, and then we have to carry you." Sophie growled.
"Well, sorry for trying to save my ass up there" Clark growled back.
"Stop it you two, we need to get out as fast as possible or we'll be snacks for that monster." Thomas said.
"Wh-what monster?" Sophie repeated.
"I don't know, I think it's a corrupted Perishdramon... but I'm not sure." Clark explained, one of his eyes closed.
"Already. It's enough chit-chat, let's go before,"
But it was too late, the ceiling below Clark started to crumble and the huge monster broke through, Clark looked up and gasped. The creature fell on top of the big dragon, stomp-crushing him. The splatter sound was horrible; a wave of blood and flesh flew in air with the Veedramon's body parts.
"Eeeeekk!" Sophie gasped, seeing Rogan's brother die in front of her eyes was something she would wish as her last thing, after seeing Rogan himself die, that is.
"CLARK!! NO!! DAMNIT!!" Thomas roared, "I HAD ENOUGH OF YOU! YOU SUPERSIZED FUCKER!!" he grabbed his shotgun and started shooting load after load, not even making the creature bulge; soon Thomas ran out of ammunition and grabbed the rifle on the ground, pointing at the creature. Unfortunately, one of the spikes came out of the creature and went directly to Thomas's stomach, piercing it. "UAGHHH!!"
Sophie cried. "Thomas!! THOMAS!!!"
Thomas winced and yelped from the pain. Perishdramon shook him and slammed the Flamedramon against the wall, cracking it. The dragon groaned as he struggled to free himself, but at no avail at all. He was slammed once again, the whole wall cracking and breaking apart. The large monster then finished him and whipped at the air with him, Thomas body slipped through and flew through the opening.
"Sophie!!" were Thomas's last words as he flew away completely out of the building.
"THOMAS! THOMAS! NO!!" she cried as she ran to the hole, but was stopped as the creature grabbed and pulled her leg with one of its thin tentacles. "Thomas is dead... Thomas... Thomas... no..."
A groan came from Perishdramon as three more tentacles came out his body, Sophie stared on the pointy things, "You killed Thomas... bastard... BASTARD!" Said a teary furry, her voice was rather sobbing.
The three tentacles latched around her remaining limbs, her right leg and her both arms, spreading them apart and lifting her high in the air. "Wh-what?" said the confused vixen, staring on the creature's black eyes, they seemed black holes, like if nothing was really there. Another one of the thin spikes came from his back, then went straightly to her face. She closed her eyes, knowing that was her end. However, she started feeling something else, the tentacle hadn't killed her or even harmed her, instead, it was nuzzling her face softly. She could feel how sharp edge the thing possessed, so she didn't dare to make a move. Her body was quivering from the strange treatment she received, the spike went down from her face to her neck, and she thought at that moment that it would rip of her head. Again, her thoughts were wrong, the little thin tentacle went inside her shirt, the immediate feeling of having the spike caressing her chest fur warned her of what that creature was trying to do with her...
"Th-that thing isn't going to... to..." the thought simply disgusted her, but her question was answered as her clothes were torn by the sharp edge, a rapid cut made her shorts torn and fall off from her body, leaving her with only her underwear on.
The spike started caressing itself against her furry crotch, covered by a black panty, it wasn't long before the spike tore it away and let her pussy exposed, the little tentacle touched her labia every now and then while rubbing her crotch, then it started rounding her body until coming up to her face. It was acting quite alike a serpent right then, but very naughty indeed. Her chest was bleeding, the sharp edge had cut over the gap between chest and neck, but going lower, the spike started cutting her belly and to her left thigh, leaving deep bleeding wounds. Sophie couldn't help but whimper as it hurt beyond her own imagination, she thought she'd faint before she saw what that monster was about to do with her, but she wasn't lucky enough for that to happen.
She obviously thought that he'd kill her instantly if he tried to fuck her with something so sharp, but she stopped in a cold sweat to yet see something that surprised her.
Perishdramon was flashing between red and gray always, but now, things changed, and his body totally turned crimson red, a surge of blood went to all the thin tentacles, and Sophie saw what she didn't want to see, the tentacles started to grow thicker and thicker, until they expanded to a size she could compare with a endless length dildo, but with a massive diameter of 3 and half inches wide. The young vixen gasped, the tentacle had a vertical slit, and it seemed to be what she thought it was, but that wasn't all...
The thick piece of vine now went down all over her again, nearing itself to between her legs, to her crotch, to her moistened pussy, her opening was covered in some precum from the previous molesting the thin tentacle had done. She couldn't resist unfortunately, and the tentacle couldn't resist either, the command from its master was clear.
Perishdramon made the job slow at first, the thick rod starting to pierce her pussy, penetrating the tight hole. Sophie groaned in pain from how big it was, she had never taken something that big before, but it still fitted inside her. She was filled in matter of seconds, the furry's moans were loud, she was in fight between pleasure and pain, but she was losing it to the pain, as for that pleasure was totally unwanted. It wasn't long before she started to whimper and cry softly, tears running down her furry cheeks from her beautiful blue eyes.
Perishdramon didn't even care and kept with it, his form totally immobile from the place he had been on since he restrained her first with the thin tentacles. However, something was changing, the strange creature's large body, which was totally crimson red, had somehow changed in color from the legs, waist down, he was gray colored now, and his coloring was ascending slowly, consuming his red color and turning gray. This however, was of no importance to the victim, she was too busy letting her pussy get used to the perpetrator inside her love hole. A shame that as well wasn't of importance to the rapist, as he commanded the tentacle to go out her pussy, but it violently came inside once again. "AHHHH!!" she yelped in pain, the tentacle going out and then slamming itself back in, pumping the large rod in and out mercilessly. In few minutes, she had cummed again, the juices splattered all over the tentacle, which had very little interest of her state, as it kept ramming itself in and out.
Meanwhile, the colorization of Perishdramon had mostly changed to gray, his chest section had already changed, but actually, when it reached his shoulders, something else and new happened...
The tentacle, from Perishdramon's back, started to get rapidly changed to it's former gray color, and when it hit the 'head' of it, a colorless substance, which soon turned gray and black, started to enter Sophie's loosened pussy, filling her with the strange 'cum' all inside her. Sophie groaned more and more, feeling the substance inside her, entering her female womb and filling it completely, lot of this liquid came out her pussy and dripped on the ground, making a large amount of small puddles on the store's floor.
"Ohhhh... T-Thomas... I... ughh..." she managed to say before collapsing from the massive pain, her unconscious form was freed from the giant tentacle which had been previously filling her.
Perishdramon roared, then released her from all her binds, the tentacles all returning to be sharp and thin, his body starting to change and flash between red and gray as before. The large digimon had finished doing what he wanted to do, and he left the unconscious girl, jumping up to another floor and leaving Sophie, the Renamon, alone at long last.
Hours later, Sophie woke up, she was on the ground, covered in the substance, surprisingly for her, she was alive, but naked, her clothes were torn, but still useable, in front of her, her Desert Eagle in one of her pant's pockets. She soon remembered what had happened, flashbacks and reality hit her as a ton of bricks falling from the sky one after another...
She sobbed on the ground, she knew she was alone, in the vastness of Charmridge city, the city of her birth, the city which was harassed by this never ending curse, she had to end it with her own paws, or this could move elsewhere. She gathered her remaining strength and stood up, grabbed her clothing and put it on at her best, she looked like she had torn it herself, but at least, she was dressed now. Her fluffy tail was swishing again as she grabbed her gun and held it tight, then walked to the M-16 left by Thomas's dead brother, lifting it up. She had to trust on two weapons and herself now... alone... in the darkness...
However, suddenly, she felt something really strange and weird on her, in a blink of an eye, she was on the ground on her knees, her paws on her stomach. "BLARRGH!!" she groaned as she spat out, then started vomiting on the ground, her pussy hurt like never. The burning pain couldn't be described with words, blood came out from her twat, splattering on the ground, "Argh! Ahhh!! It hurts!" she said after she finished puking, her paws clenched her stomach. Sophie could feel her belly becoming heavier as it started to expand, getting bigger and bigger. "What?! N-no!" She felt something was growing inside her... something big, no... it was huge, and it was developing really fast. "No! I won't let this thing come out and live!!" She quickly reached to the rifle, then pointed at her belly, and without thinking, she blew two quick shots. "GAHHH!!" she screamed from the pain, but then pointed at her head, a tear rolling down her cheek, "T-Thomas... I love you..." she finally shoot herself on the head, blood spurting out the hole as she fell to the ground, lifeless.
Unfortunately, her shot belly still moved, and it kept on expanding, making her look like an overdue 12 months pregnant woman holding quadruplets. All of a sudden, a disgusting sound of flesh ripping was heard, as Sophie's womb was broken as well as her belly torn apart by a creature coming out. The creature looked like Perishdramon, but it was of course, much smaller, and it's mouth wasn't hidden, it was open, from where loud screeches came out and drool oozed. The newborn looked at the corpse of it's dead mother, then fully came out, going to sniff her face. Another screech came out of the baby, then it opened it's mouth wider than ever and finally crunched Sophie's head off, eating it down, then starting to fest over the remains. Blood didn't stop flowing from the corpse, as all the horrible flesh eating sounds echoed through the vastness of the empty building...
The... End?
Thank you for reading. This was my first gore fiction ever, if you need to say how much it sucked or if you need to tell me I need to fix anything, then send your comments to my mail addresses.