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It was a cool autumn morning at the Naval Base.
Quiet, too. The majority of residents were out on sorties or doing a training exercise over at the next base over, leaving only a token amount of Ship-Girls back at port to relax on their day-off. The Allen M. Sumner class girls were amongst them; their ship forms currently parked down by the docks and undergoing repairs, preventing them from taking part in the nearby exercise even if they wanted to. Siren aircraft could hit pretty hard, after all.
As such they'd all decided to get together and hang out. Bristol of course wanted to go looking for mysteries to solve and Cooper had tagged along for want of something to do, Allen followed along so she could spend some time with her sisters and Ingraham was here only because she was bored; left waiting another half-day until the shipment with her new tools arrived. Though personally Bristol suspected she wasn't opposed to the idea of hanging out either.
Still, whatever the reason, Bristol was happy to lead her sisters on their latest adventure...
...well, when they found one that is. The base was pretty well-mapped, so there wasn't a whole lot they hadn't seen before.
''So uh...'' Cooper was the one to voice her thoughts first. ''Any ideas Bristol?''
''N-Not yet!'' The petite Destroyer responded, a bit embarrassed by her lack of foresight. Then again, the best adventures were always spontaneous.
Allen just giggled at her, bringing a blush to Bristol's cheeks. The four of them took the cobblestone pathway down near Akashi's workshop, passing by the cafeteria on the way and some smaller storage buildings; the concrete structures having a small gap between each building filled with overgrown foliage. The gap between the storage buildings and Akashi's workshop was a bit wider, a patch of grass present with several oak trees and a cluster of shrubs but short, ankle-high grass; a common spot for picnics or group meet-ups due to the secretive feel of the shaded patch of grass.
However just as they were about to pass the unremarkable patch of grass, Bristol noticed something odd. There, tucked behind a tree and mostly out of sight from passer-bys, was a red metal door. The metal was visibly rusted and the paint was peeling off all over it, but the weirdness of it didn't come from its decayed state... but rather the fact that it was there at all.
Allen noticed it too after a second. ''Huh? Was that thing always there?''
Ingraham glanced past her sister, her eyebrows raising. ''...no, I don't think it was. That part of Akashi's workshop is where she stores her tools I think, so there would be no reason to have a door there, putting aside the stupidity of doing it amongst some bushes where she could easily trip.''
''Maybe it's so she can sneak things out?'' Cooper excitedly asked. ''Bristol, this seems pretty suspicious, right?''
''That it does!'' Proudly Bristol put her hands on her hips. ''Seems like we've found our adventure, girls!''
''...it'd be a really short adventure if we tried to open it and find out it's locked.'' Ingraham deadpanned. ''Why don't we try and at least open it before deciding such a thing?''
Blushing at the laid-back, but pointed comment Bristol hurriedly nodded, rushing over to the door. It wasn't hard to reach, requiring she just side-step a bush and walk around the trunk of an oak tree before reaching the rusted metal door. However stood before it, with the shade of the trees chilling the air and darkening her surroundings ever-so-slightly, somehow made the door seem so much more ominous. She pushed down the minor unease though, her desire for a mystery to solve overwhelming her fear.
And so as her sisters gathered behind her she grasped the handle, and to her surprise it opened without resistance; the handle slipping from her hand as the door slowly creaked inwards... and revealed nothing but darkness.
No, that wasn't quite right. As her eyes adjusted Bristol could make out the dull, cracked concrete walls, floor and ceiling of the corridor – a corridor that seemed to stretch off into infinity, the end pitch-black despite her good night vision. Rusted old pipes lined the walls in places and she could see various small items on the floor, such as rusted old water buckets, an empty toolbox covered with dust, and even a yellow step ladder who's colour had faded with time. However the utter stillness of the air felt unnerving, unnatural even. It felt as if she wasn't staring into a hallway in Akashi's workshop, but a hallway into another dimension.
''Woah, uh...'' Allen was at a loss for words. ''That's... creepy.''
''Y-Yeah.'' Cooper uncertainly agreed. ''Why does Akashi have such a creepy hallway?''
''...she doesn't.'' Ingraham answered heavily; her expression hard, but it was clear she too was unnerved. ''Her tool storage should be on the other side of this wall. She wouldn't have a hallway here; in fact, it looks as if this hallway is longer than her whole workshop...''
Bristol vibrated in place, something deep inside her quailing at the oppressive silence within the hallway, as if it sucked all noise from the air around them, their voices the only thing that registered. No birds, no lapping waves, no distant laughter; dead silence aside from their own murmurs. However another, more adventurous part of her rose up inside her, bringing a wide grin to her lips as she gazed at the abyss.
This was the adventure they'd been looking for.
''I don't like that look in your eye sis.'' Allen commented, noticing her reaction.
Bristol just turned to her sisters, already taking her lantern out. ''C'mon, we were looking for a mystery, and we found one!''
''Yeah, but this is...'' Cooper trailed off, uncertain.
''It's not natural.'' Ingraham added, worriedly looking.
''All the more reason we should investigate! Who knows what will happen if we leave it alone? Or if someone else opens the door and investigates ahead of us! Heck, someone might already be inside and needs our help getting out!''
Her three sisters looked between themselves, all equally as uncertain and unnerved, but all of them knew Bristol would likely go ahead if they decided to stay – and while they might not be as close as Fletcher and her sisters, they were still sisters. One for all, all for one, as Cooper liked to say.
''Alright, alright, let's go investigate.'' Allen said with an exasperated smile. ''Lead the way, detective.''
The joking nickname made Bristol puff her chest out, proudly marching into the darkened hallway, her sisters soon following. Their bravado waned slightly as they finally stepped inside, realising how distinctly cold it was – the concrete nippy to the touch and the temperature low enough that their breath nearly manifested in front of them with every exhale. Thankfully Ship-Girls were more durable than a regular human so it didn't bother them as much, but the oddity did unsettle them slightly.
As they entered the rusted red door creaked shut slowly, thudding against the latch and making all present flinch. Out of an abundance of caution Allen went back and tried to lock, relaxing when she could open the door without any problems – she was worried for a second that they'd get trapped inside, but it seems such fears were unfounded. Bristol relaxed too, taking a second to look about the hallway. If she stared long enough the tunnel seemed to slowly twist on its axis, as if space itself warped before her gaze.
She shook her head firmly to banish such thoughts, just in case.
''A-Alright!'' Raising her lit lantern Bristol bathed the corridor in amber light. ''Hello! Anyone there?!''
Silence. Dead, stifling silence. Bristol chuckled sheepishly at that. ''Worth a try anyway.''
''What, you don't think there's something here, do you?'' Allen teased, poking her side – unheeding of her sister's yelp. ''Do you?''
The second time was spoken with a bit more trepidation, but Bristol just grinned. ''Nope, just wanted to make sure Akashi wasn't in here or something! There's no rats or anything that I can see anyway, so there'd be nothing for any kinda creature to live off, right?''
''Technically...'' Ingraham opened her mouth to lecture her, but paused and apparently thought better of it. ''You know what, yes, that's exactly how it works.''
''Heh, see, I did study hard!''
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes Ingraham ushered the group forth, and as one they began to trek down the concrete tunnel. Despite their light banter and teasing quips thrown at one another all of them knew it was just a feint; a guise to pretend that they weren't unnerved by the unnatural hallway around them. The concrete on the walls was identical no matter how deep they went; the tunnel remaining about ten feet high and seven feet wide, regardless of how damaged the concrete was in places.
Yet as they continued to walk Bristol couldn't help but look behind them. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up when she did so, simultaneously making her want to avert her gaze yet keep staring, as if there was something there just beyond her sight. She squinted, she stared longer, but nothing materialised. The thought that something might made a lump form in her throat and she looked ahead again, but regularly glanced back behind the group... and when she looked up at her sisters, she realised they were doing the same thing.
Then she heard it. A low, echoing click not unlike someone clicking their tongue.
''What was that?'' Cooper immediately asked, stopping and looking back the way they came.
Bristol also stopped, yet something inside her told her to keep moving. ''I-It's probably nothing, let's keep going.''
''I don't know, Bristol...'' Allen spoke up, reluctant and visibly unsettled. ''Something isn't right here. I'm seriously kinda freaked out.''
However Ingraham's opinion, wasn't one any of them expected.
''...I don't think going back the way we came is an option.''
''What?'' Cooper glanced at her sister, worried. ''Why not?''
Ingraham glanced between them all, and when she spoke her voice was heavy. ''Which direction did you hear that noise come from?''
A chill passed through them as the realised it in unison. 'The way we came.'
''T-That can't be right, right? There's nowhere for anything to hide there! There was only one way in or out!'' Cooper raised her voice, unheeding of how it trembled with unhidden fear. ''Seriously, this has gotta be a prank or something, right? Is this a new Halloween display? It has to be, r-right?''
Before anyone could respond, they heard it again. Another low, tongue clicking sound. It echoed in the silence that fell over the four. Not least because it sounded closer.
''Alright, let's keep moving.'' Allen urged her sisters, nudging Cooper and Ingraham in the back.
Bristol didn't need such a nudge and fast-walked straight ahead, holding her lantern up higher as if it would illuminate the entire tunnel. No such luck; the light extending only so far ahead of them, their footsteps all marching in a chorus of taps and thumps. Another click echoed behind them but they didn't acknowledge it, pretending it wasn't real even as they constantly glanced behind them, afraid of what lurked in the abyss that followed them just outside the range of Bristol's lamp.
None of them realised when their footsteps grew faster, their walk escalating into a jog. Their heavy panting sounded so very loud in the corridor as they kept going, none of them unable to miss the low clicking sound that followed them – the intervals between each one growing shorter and shorter. The deeper they went into the tunnel the colder it seemed to get, a light mist hovering just above the ground and nearly obscuring their feet at times.
''Where the hell are we?'' Cooper managed to gasp out. ''We've been running for ages!''
''I don't know!'' Bristol urgently said back, torn between crying the words out or whispering them – as if afraid she'd be overheard. ''W-We just gotta find a way out, that's all!''
Just then, another click echoed – so much louder than all those before it. On reflex all four Destroyers looked back, peering past one another at at the abyssal darkness behind them... and from it a tall, haunting creature crept out. Mantis-like forearms tapped against the concrete floor with deceptive lightness, the curled, flattened edges minimising all sound. A gangly body presented itself, humanoid only in the vaguest of senses and covered in a bug-like carapace, its oval-shaped torso section bearing two unsettlingly human arms on either side of it with ten fingers on each hand, hanging under the larger forearms. Crooked, almost stickly legs supported the creature and its bulging rear section; its green carapace swollen out and dragging behind itself silently.
Its face was the last part to become visible; a mantis-like visage with bulging white eyes and a pair of sharp mandibles framing its small mouth, its tongue curling about within – until it flicked, creating a familiar click sound.
It had followed them.
And now, it had found them.
''R-Run!''
Bristol isn't sure who said it, only that as one the four sisters bolted down the tunnel – shrieking in terror as the monstrous mantis audibly gives chase, any illusion of stealth now gone as it skittered after them. The sound practically bounces off of the walls but Bristol keeps running; getting tunnel vision and blotting out all other sounds, all other sights; just single-mindedly focused on running straight ahead.
For how long she ran, she doesn't know.
Only that when she finally slowed, panting for breath and glancing behind herself-
-she finds nobody there. No mantis, no sisters.
And in that moment, Bristol realised she was completely, and utterly, alone.
X-x-X
Allen was pretty athletic, so she had a lot of stamina.
So it was a good while before she finally stopped running, and when she did she was relieved to no longer hear the mantis's infernal skittering – bending forwards and resting her hands upon her knees, gasping for breath. She looks both ways down the hallway, moving so she could keep both sides in her peripherals at all times, but when she stood up straight she realised a distinct fact.
She couldn't hear her sisters anymore.
''Bristol? Cooper? Ingraham...?'' Even as she called out Allen knew deep down that they wouldn't answer. 'We were all running down the same corridor, there's no way we got split up... unless... the monster already got them?'
The thought made her gut twist, but she wasn't sure what to do. Run back for what was left of them? What if they'd spotted another path while she was so busy running, and had gone somewhere else, and she ended up running into the monster? In fact, why was a monster even here – and where even was 'here'? Just seeing the hallway from the entrance told that it was as long as Akashi's whole workshop, but accounting for the time they'd walked, then ran, and they should've easily cleared the entire length of the base.
Considering that the tunnel went in the direction of the ocean, and there was no known tunnels there... she had a sinking feeling she wasn't at the Naval Base any longer.
Just then she heard a hollow sound, off to her right – the opposite direction she'd ran. Allen flinched and backed away from it, her shoes hissing across sprinkles of old concrete and gravel; the light mist hanging above the floor obscuring it. Whether it attracted the entity's attention or not Allen didn't know... all that she did know was that she wasn't alone. The thought pushed her heart up into her throat and she began fast-walking away from the sound, going back the way she came as quietly as possible.
The concrete tunnel looked identical the whole way, of that she knew... except, it soon transitioned from concrete walls and piping, into monochrome tiled flooring and white tiled walls. The change was gradual but noticeable, and it was only as she stared ahead that Allen realised the tunnel was becoming what looked almost like a hospital from the 1940's, or more accurately it looked like a sanatorium. However the ominous sound behind her only grew in intensity, getting closer; akin to a wind blowing through a broken window. Howling, hollow, haunting.
'Please have a way out somewhere...!' Allen thought, her footsteps subconsciously hastening as she speed-walked into the hospital.
The corridors were narrow, not much wider than the hallway beyond, but it had doors. Immediately Allen went to the nearest one on the left-hand wall and tried to open it, but it refused to yield – not even to her superhuman strength. It just didn't budge; the metal door holding firm and the mesh-wire viewing slit revealing what looked like a hospital room, albeit abandoned and decrepit. In fact that could apply to much of her surroundings; her eyes sweeping over what looked like trash bags, folders of scattered, mouldy papers and even some syringes here and there. But no sign of life.
None save the one still pursuing her. Another low, hollow hum seemed to echo down the corridor and Allen turned to face it, her heart leaping up into her throat. Even with her limited night vision, allowing her to see only the barest of details, she could see it. The pale, ghostly humanoid that silently walked into her view from the darkness behind it; tall and gangly with black holes for eyes and a gaping, drooping mouth.
The Pale Man, as she dubbed it, cocked its head at her for a second.
Allen swallowed. ''H... Hello...?''
Silence. It just stood and stared at her, its imposing nine-foot-tall stature towering over her slender frame, making it seem as if the dozen feet of distance between them was non-existent.
And then it took a step forwards. Allen took one back. The Pale Man took another, its drooping mouth lifting up and spreading wide into a haunting, far-too-wide grin that sent shivers straight up Allen's spine – and when he sped up she turned and ran. Any attempt at stealth was thrown aside, her shoes loudly clapping against the tiles as she bolted down the endless corridor, eyes darting left and right for anything that could give her an advantage. A filing cabinet was grabbed and thrown behind her, but from the corner of her eye she watched the Pale Man just brush it aside, its movements not slowing one little bit.
'Crap crap crap!'
The corridor ahead narrowed out, courtesy of the partially-collapsed wall and twin support beams crossing over one another to form an X – blocking her from continuing. However there was a small gap near the bottom, one that Allen desperately went for – throwing herself onto her front and letting her momentum glide her across the old tiles, crawling the last few feet and getting partway under it-
-only to feel cold, thick hands on her hips.
A shriek escaped the Destroyer as she was pulled back, her jacket grabbed a second later and ripped clean off of her shoulders. Left in her leotard Allen fell forth with a grunt, attempting to get her arms under herself, but to her shock the Pale Man's hand grabbed the crotch of her leotard and pulled. It took only a second of resistance before the material snapped, her leotard going loose as the crotch seam was torn out, and Allen couldn't quite suppress the chill that echoed through her as she felt cold air brush against her nether lips.
She dared to look back, and she almost wished she hadn't. The gangly man, spectral almost in quality, was knelt behind her – and from his crotch a long, thick appendage protruded, equally as ghostly yet distinctly rigid. Of its own accord the cock-like appendage guided itself down and Allen realised right then and there what the monster planned to do to her, sending her panic into overdrive.
''W-Wait, stop! Let me go I just wanna find my sist- AHH!''
Allen's shriek flooded the sanatorium as the Pale Man penetrated her right then and there. Her virgin inner walls were pried apart as its cock filled her in a single, sudden motion, stretching her out in ways that purged her mind of all thought – coming down only a second later as a sharp spike of pain drove itself into her crotch. She gasped, expression contorted into a harsh wince as the creature's thick girth slowly retreated from her deflowered pussy, only to jam right back in a split-second later.
It merely signalled the beginning though. One thrust after the next plunged its shaft inside her, making the Destroyer cry out in a mix of pain and shock; her vaginal walls clamping down on the creature's cock reflexively. Her tightness did little to stop the Pale Man from plunging into her, making no noise as it simply slid itself into her tight tunnel, defiling her on the cold sanatorium floor; virginal blood clinging to the creature's spectral, but oh-so-real cock.
''Mn! Ah! A-Agh-!'' Allen cried out, her pained voice echoing off of the tiles. ''S-Stop!''
The entity does not. Instead the ghostly humanoid ran its hands over her stomach and up to her chest, almost caressing her medium-sized breasts – before in a single motion it ripped the cloth around them apart. Allen screwed her eyes shut, gasping as its thick, inhumanly-big fingers groped and squished her tits between them, forcing her to arch her back stiffly as it kept plunging itself between her abused nether lips, stretching her pussy out to contain its sizeable girth.
As it pounded itself into her, groping her breasts all the while, Allen could physically feel its gaze on the back of her head. She resisted the urge to look, either staring straight ahead or keeping her eyes tightly shut, but the feeling of the monster's cock battering against her cervix forced pained gasps out of her and made her eyes snap open on reflex, her whole body seizing forwards before it pulled her back, impaling her back onto its slightly-slimy cock.
''M-Mn! Guh, stop, please...'' Allen managed to whimper out, hanging her head and digging her chin into her collarbone – doing her best to ignore the deep impacts to her cervix.
Impacts that became much harder to ignore when she felt the tip inch in a little deeper. She couldn't hitch her breath but alarm bells rung in her mind, the pain in her crotch flaring as the alien creature kept violating her, its increasingly-slimy shaft thundering in-and-out of her pussy – until it punched deeper. She staggered in place, the air getting caught in her throat a second later as it plunged in again-
-and Allen screamed as it penetrated her cervix, the Pale Man's full length filling her in an instant, the bulbous head pressing up against her womb. She buckled, gasped, but the creature behind her didn't stop violating her – forcing her back to arch once more, crying out to the void as her birth canal was thoroughly fucked by the creature, raking her walls with every plunge of its slimy shaft, leaving not an inch of her womanhood untouched by it.
It was then that Allen cracked her eyes open; her breath hitching as she found herself staring up into the soulless eyes of the Pale Man. It held her gaze even as it kept hilting inside her, its body haunting cold each time it hit her rear, and her pupils dilated as its drooping mouth widened into a massive circle bigger than any dinner plate. Her struggles increased, renewed with both fear and pain – but nothing could be done to stop the Pale Man as it engulfed her head, and clamped its smooth maw around her neck.
Darkness was all Allen could see; the inside of its maw like an abyss, no tongue nor throat to be seen and its lips pursing so firmly around her neck that she couldn't even catch a glimpse of the outside world. However it didn't cease to exist; agony spiking up her spine as the Pale Man continued to violate her, hitting her womb with every ravenous thrust and its fingers sinking into her breasts painfully tight, forcing her back to arch further and further, bending her spine nearly to the point it'd snap.
''Ugh! Guh! M-Myn- ah!'' Allen cries persisted, audible in the darkness but failing to escape the Pale Man's mouth; escaping as little more than muffled noises to anyone privy to hear.
Yet it did little to stop the entity from pounding her, its slimy shaft swelling in size and stretching her vagina, her cervix aching as it was dilated to such a size – when out of the blue the monster buried itself up to the brim in her and unleashed a gout of cold, sticky fluid. Allen spasmed at the sensation, her shriek unheard by any as her womb was absolutely flooded with the foreign, cum-like fluid, her walls inadvertently squeezing its shaft and milking more of its seed, flooding her innermost parts with it.
How long it kept cumming Allen didn't know. It felt like an eternity, her womanhood bloated with untold amounts of seed that spewed inside her unrelentingly, so much so that she could feel some oozing out around the creature's cock while it still kept cumming, utterly drowning her womb with its seed.
And when it finished its 'orgasm', the creature moved one hand down from her breasts, and pressed a single, ghostly finger down over her womb – pressing down hard enough that Allen whimpered.
The implication was not lost on her.
The message clear the Pale Man resumed moving once more, needing no break before it continued to rail Allen even as she cried out; her back stuck in a cripplingly-sharp arch the whole time.
X-x-X
Cooper realised pretty quickly that something wasn't right.
The lack of screaming from her other sisters was the biggest indication, and when she skidded to a stop and saw nobody behind her, she nearly fainted with fear. Where had they gone? Unlike some, she didn't get tunnel vision, and because of that had noticed how their screams had subtly dropped in pitch, and then vanished altogether a split-second later. It was harrowing how abrupt it was, and left her stomach twisting with anxiety.
However while her sisters were gone, the monster was not. A fact Cooper realised as she heard its feet thumping against the concrete floor. Realising that the Destroyer hurriedly spun on her heel and kept running, resisting the urge to scream for help and just doing her best to be quiet, her eyes scanning the pipework and cracked concrete walls for anything that could help her. Nothing manifested to slow the creature down.
Moments later though the corridor opened up; an intersection coming into view as she ran far enough into the darkness. It split off into three other paths, each as nondescript as each other, but Cooper didn't have the luxury of trying to figure out which was best. The skittering of the creature was rapidly getting louder, so much so she almost looked back, but knew she'd freeze up with terror if she dared do that.
'Left!' Cooper made a split-second decision, darting off to the side.
She ran down the identical tunnel, hoping to hope that it wouldn't just loop around or, better yet, that the monster would keep going straight ahead and lose her completely. No such luck however, as she soon heard it following after her. Cooper didn't give up though, keeping an eye out for another intersection... only to get the direct opposite.
A dead end.
Cooper skidded to a stop before she ran face-first into the wall, narrowly able to see it in time. Immediately she put her back to the wall, fear climbing up her throat and chilling her veins as she heard the prowling mantis come closer, its footsteps slowing as if it knew that it had her trapped. She glanced up, hoping to find an air vent or something, but no such luck. All that was present were concrete walls and old steel pipes.
However the time to look for an exit had passed. Slowly from the darkness before her the mantis appeared, its form gradually becoming visible alongside its dangling, unsettlingly human hands, all twenty fingers curling and twitching as if eager to grab her. She swallowed at the sight and raised her fists, prepared to fight despite her total lack of hand-to-hand skill. Surely she could beat it, right? She might not be the strongest girl out there, but she could probably land a good hit or two? Right?
The mantis didn't simply stand there and wait for her to get her bearings, however. In an instant the creature skittered straight for her, crossing the few feet of distance with remarkable speed and startling Cooper. Frightened the Destroyer threw herself to one side, dodging the mandibles that snapped out for where her neck was a mere moment before and throwing a wild, uncoordinated punch to the side of the mantis's carapace-like torso.
Her fist struck... and did absolutely nothing. Not even crack its shell-like body.
Not a second later the mantis's right hand grabbed her arm, all ten fingers curling around her slender limb. Cooper shrieked and tried to pull back but the creature's grip was frighteningly firm, its other human hand reaching out for her and narrowly grabbing her had she not jerked aside at the last second. It did however succeed in grabbing her coat, pulling her towards it and forcing Cooper to hurriedly shrug it off of her shoulders – but couldn't get it off of her right arm, as the other hand was holding it.
That proved to be her downfall as a second later the left hand came back, grabbing onto her ribs and pulling her closer. Cooper cried out in fear and struggled, kicking her legs and jerking her shoulders, but nothing could remove the mantis's hold on her – and a second later it lifted her up, its misty white eyes peering into her own and frightening her into silence, watching in terror as its mandibles parted-
-and snapped around her throat.
To her surprise it didn't just bite her head off. The mandibles, rather, clasped around her throat almost like a collar; the back of the mandibles sharp and ragged, but not outright pressing into her neck as long as she didn't move her head about. The momentary surprise Cooper felt was quickly overshadowed as she realised the creature's face was right in front of hers; a fact that made her squeak and shut her eyes, terrified of the overgrown monstrosity before her.
However she couldn't help but notice how its humanoid hands moved down her sides, keeping her feet off the floor...and she stiffened as the right hand grabbed her crotch. Ten fingers slipped and slid over her groin, the black shorts she was wearing doing little to muffle the feeling. The creature took things a step further though when it grabbed the waistband and yanked her shorts down to her knees, exposing her navy-blue panties and making Cooper whimper in terror; too afraid to rebel, even as she slowly realised what the creature was going to do to her.
The many fingers pushed and prodded her clothed pussy, several soon tucking in and yanking her underwear down to her ankles – exposing her puffy pussy to the creature. Its fingers tickled and rubbed along her nether lips but Cooper felt no pleasure, only a mix of anxiety and terror as the monster touched her in such a manner. With her eyes screwed shut she could feel every movement in intimate detail; how it pinched her pussy lips together, spread them apart, rubbed fingers along her slit; everything.
Its other hand pushed her shorts and panties off, the clothes audibly fluttering to the floor. When it did so the hand playing with her pussy retreated... and something thicker and more bulbous prodded her pussy lips.
'E-Eh? What is...?' Cooper dared to open her eyes, doing her best not to look at the creature's pale eyes or open mouth, and instead peered down through the small gap between them... and paled as she saw a large, thick green cock protrude from its abdomen area. 'Wait, it won't fit... no, no no no no-!'
The bulbous, ribbed tip pressed against her virgin pussy, pressing, pushing – and Cooper let out a silent scream as it forced its way inside her body. The creature's hands held onto her waist and lowered her down bit by bit, making her eyes bulge and her shoulders buckle as her virgin walls were forced apart to accommodate the monstrous cock it was shoving inside of her. She tried to struggle, gasping breathlessly and shaking her head, but all it did was cut her neck on the the sharp mandibles – thin, hot rivets of blood trickling down her neck.
The stinging pain, however, was nothing compared to the blazing agony as the monster's sizeable cock kept going in deeper. She spasmed in its grip, writhing even, but that did little to loosen the creature's hold on her as it kept forcing her down onto its ungodly-thick cock, slowing only when the bulbous tip pressed up against her cervix. Cooper allowed herself a breath then, shuddering and whimpering with pain as her first time was so roughly taken; aching pain flaring between her thighs.
However, the mantis was not done with her.
Something Cooper pretty quickly realised as the creature raised her up, leaving only the tip of its cock inside her – before yanking her all the way down. The Destroyer shrieked as her insides were speared apart, the sound ringing down the corridor, but not a moment later the mantis did it again, then again; eagerly lifting her up-and-down its massive shaft and slamming it into her formerly-virgin sex.
''A-Ahh! S-Sto- agh! Myn- yaa!''
Cooper's cries echoed, interspersed with wet gasps or choked moans of pain as her pussy was stuffed with the creature's length. It plunged fiercely up into her, stirring up her insides and hammering on her cervix like it was trying to breach through it – and Cooper's breath hitched as she felt the tip do just that, pushing in a tiny bit more. She felt it, pain flaring in her groin as it kept hitting her cervix, trying to penetrate even deeper than before.
And on the very next thrust it did that, slamming through her cervix and stuffing her womb with its length. This time Cooper screeched, voice cracking from the sudden octave it reached – her short frame spasming in the creature's hold as it relentlessly pounded her cervix, raking her walls with its ribbed shaft and reducing the Destroyer's mind to putty. Her lower half felt increasingly numb as the massive shaft pounded her pussy into mush; stirring up her insides and throbbing against her clenching walls, whilst the ten-fingered hands of the creature moved up to her chest and started groping her through her clothes.
''Guh, ugh... u-uu...'' Cooper whimpered, eyes screwed shut in some faint hope it'd all disappear.
It didn't. If anything the sharp stabbing pain in her crotch only accelerated; gasps fleeing Cooper's lips as the creature's long cock surged up inside her again and again, stirring up her insides and making it impossible to think. However even then it was impossible to miss the way the creature's ungodly-long shaft twitched and throbbed within her, the ribbed tip raking the walls of her womb in preparation for the inevitable.
And then when she least expected it the mantis lunged, and Cooper jerked as it bit her throat – teeth sinking into flesh and drawing blood easily, the rivets fast-growing into thicker streams. Its long, clicking tongue lapped it up greedily, its lower body still thrusting itself up into her-
-until at last the creature hissed against Cooper's throat and plunged inside her. A torrent of hot, sticky seed splattered itself across the walls of her womb, but with it came multiple thick, ball-shaped insertions that filled her womb one after the other, nestling themselves deep inside her. Eggs, Cooper realised in the back of her mind, shuddering as she counted five, six, eight, twelve; each only slightly smaller than a golf-ball and stretching her birth canal with their combined size.
After a small eternity the mantis ceased, retracting its cock. A single egg, pale green and with a wet membrane shell, slipped out of her thoroughly-fucked pussy and fell onto the concrete below with a wet splat. The rest however remained in her womb; her cervix dilating back to a more normal size and trapping the eggs deep inside her, using her like an incubator. Whether she'd end up birthing them, or if they'd eat their way out of her, she neither knew, nor wanted to know.
''U-Uu...'' The Destroyer whimpered, shuddering as she felt the ten-fingered hands shift down to her ass, holding her body close to the creature's.
However it wouldn't just let her go, why would it? No, it held her close and carried her into the corner, smothering her into the wall and keeping her out of sight whilst still restraining her with its mandibles – making sure she would carry its eggs both until birth, and for long after that, too.
X-x-X
Ingraham wasn't quite sure what to think of this place.
The most likely conclusion she'd come to, based on everything they'd seen thus far and the weird creature, was that this was some kind of Mirror Seas. Only it wasn't on a sea, but on the side of a building. And the Sirens themselves didn't seem to be involved. So, granted, the only connection this place had to a Mirror Seas and therefore the Sirens, was that it seemed to affect space and warp it in ways that violated the laws of physics.
However, the thought that this wasn't the Sirens, that this was some third party, some unknown quantity, was arguably much more frightening. The Sirens were their opponents, their would-be conquerors, who messed with their minds and simultaneously pushed them to grow stronger whilst also murdering any who got in their way. However here, there was no feasible objective, no result to be achieved. What would the Sirens gain from putting them through this? Make them scared of monsters that the Sirens – thus far – hadn't deployed? Train their mental fortitude in some twisted way?
Or perhaps this wasn't meant to happen. Maybe something at Siren HQ – wherever that was, if it existed at all – went wrong and the rusted red door was created, popping in a random spot in the world. Maybe, had she and the others not noticed it, it would've been removed altogether moments later; 'patched' out of existence, like a bug from a video game.
Or maybe this really wasn't the work of the Sirens. Maybe there wasn't even anyone 'behind it'.
Maybe, just maybe, the door appeared of its own volition, and they had walked right into it like flies into a fly-trap.
Ingraham was snapped out of her deep thoughts however as she heard noise up ahead. It was soft, skittering almost, but not of the same high pitch that the creepy mantis had made. She raised her guard and stayed where she was, cautiously scanning the darkness as much as her eyes would allow – her natural night vision only helping so much. She sorely wished she'd brought a flashlight or something.
However just as she prepared to take a step back, she heard the same noise from behind herself too. She tensed, daring to look behind herself, but saw nothing... yet. She could almost sense them hanging just out of her sight; small in stature judging by the sounds of their movements. However the moment she looked back she heard the noise in front again, making her look back – and the moment she took her eyes off of the rear the noise behind her increased, forcing her to glance there too.
They only moved when she wasn't looking at them. Or at least, that was her working theory.
Swallowing Ingraham turned sideways so she could keep both ends of the alleyway in her line of sight before slowly making her way to the right; forwards, she wagered. She heard more sounds of movement but they didn't enter her field of view, giving her hope that so long as she kept her eyes on the unseen creatures, they'd leave her alone. Her brow furrowed at the thought but she clung to the theory.
A theory that she soon realised was about to be tested as the concrete corridor before her opened up into an intersection. Ingraham slowed as she neared it, cursing in her mind. What was she supposed to do now? There was no way she could keep her eyes on four directions at once, and she had a feeling spinning around wouldn't work, least of all because of the ensuing dizziness. However she couldn't just stand there and wait; who knows what else would emerge if she stayed in one place for too long? Or if the creatures got bored of waiting and decided to attack regardless?
No, she needed to be bold, despite the risk.
That in mind Ingraham drew a breath – and then bolted. She crossed the intersection in a heartbeat and ran into the corridor straight ahead, hearing fast skittering both behind and ahead of her, but she didn't stop. Something sounded behind her, almost like a caw but far raspier, but she didn't stop to look back. Instead she kept running, one foot landing before the other and her footfalls echoing down the tunnel-
-when something humanoid jumped on her back.
''Guh- grk!''
With a harsh grunt Ingraham fell on the front, sliding only briefly across the hard concrete. The creature on her back let out a low, giggling sort of sound and grabbed onto the back of her jacket, yanking and causing the front part – still zipped up at her stomach – to dig in harshly. Ingraham winced and threw a fist blindly behind herself, only to gasp when something bit her in return; the teeth short but jagged, forming a half-circle not unlike a human's bite on her hand.
It was then she managed to turn onto her side and look back at her attacker. It was a small goblin-like creature, only that it had pale orange skin and with a short tuff of red hair atop its head akin to an Imp. Its eyes were orange while its nose was large and pointy, contrasting its relatively small body that belied the strength it had, equal if not surpassing her own physical strength. Not that that fact stopped Ingraham from struggling; startled shouts escaping the Destroyer as she shoved a hand back again, trying to push the Imp off of her.
Only for it to yank harder, and rip her jacket off. The moment it was out of the way Ingraham tried to stumble to he feet – but cried out as another Imp jumped onto the back of her right leg, a second one going for her left. She kicked her legs, panic rising up her throat as she felt their hands reach up her dress and grab onto the back of her shorts, pulling them down and making her reflexively grab the back of them, pulling them back up in a hurried tug-of-war with the small creatures.
''Hey- stop that!'' Ingraham yelled, only to gasp when another one got in front of her, an erect cock twitching in her face – surprisingly large when compared to the creature's three-foot height.
So stunned by the sight Ingraham slowed for just a moment, allowing the Imp to grab her by the hair – and then shove its cock down her throat. Ingraham gagged on it audibly, jerking back in shock only for the creature to eagerly pull her back in, burying her face into its crotch. She struggled, trying to talk and even biting down on the dick, but nothing made the Imp take its cock out, nor could she even bite into it – it was like trying to bite through rubber. Regardless of the reason the Imp just cackled and started thrusting its hip, pumping its sizeable cock over her tongue and repeatedly hitting the back of her throat.
The others Imps were not idle. Over a dozen surrounded her in seconds and gleefully ripped into her clothes, their clawed hands scratching her creamy skin and drawing blood with every swing, tearing clumps of cloth from her body until her underwear was exposed. They didn't last more than a few seconds either before her black underwear was ripped to shreds, exposing her plump breasts and shapely behind; more of her body revealed as the creatures grabbed her thighs and forced her right leg up, revealing her puffy pussy to them.
''Mmph! M-Mynph!' Ingraham kept struggling throughout but she couldn't escape the goblin-like creatures; their small hands belying their strength as they held her down.
Her eyes widened however as the Imp fucking her mouth got more vicious about it; grabbing handfuls of her dark hair and slamming itself down her throat, face-fucking Ingraham and making her audibly gag on its cock. The Imp howled with pleasure, panting like a dog as it got its dick wet in her mouth – but Ingraham's attention went to the bulbous mushroom tip prodding her lower lips, her shoulders tensing as she realised what they intended.
She didn't even get the chance to cry out before the tip speared inside her. The bespectacled Destroyer cried out in pain, loins afire as the Imp's thick cock shoved her virgin walls apart and hit her cervix all in a single brutal thrust, claiming her first time viciously. The Imp didn't give her the benefit of adjusting to its cock either, wasting no time in yanking its hips back-and-forth, raking her walls with its sizeable shaft and smacking itself against her crotch, yelping in delight as it deflowered her.
The other Imps however were not idle. Grinning and giggling they attacked. One of them got in front of her, grabbing and her breasts and shoving its cock up against or between them, whilst another started humping her belly-button, poking its cock into the small hole eagerly. Another rubbed its cock up against her back and yet another claimed her leg; humping it and rubbing its swollen cock along her slender limb.
The one that caught her attention the most, however, was the one that positioned itself behind her rear – and then penetrated her asshole.
''Agh-ghk-!'' Ingraham rasped; eyes screwed shut even as reflexive tears came to her eyes, able to do nothing but lay there as the half-dozen cocks filled and rubbed against her.
However the Imps were not content with just violating her body. A fact Ingraham soon learned as claws raked down her exposed stomach, making the Destroyer cry out in pain; her expression contorted into a wince as the Imp fucking her chest leaned back, instead groping her tits with its clawed hands, cutting her tender flesh in multiple places and getting its claws wet with her blood. It abused that fact; cackling as it drew on her flesh with the blood, cutting her more to get more 'paint' to use, all of them shallow enough that she wouldn't bleed out any time soon but deeper enough to cause her pain.
The Imp fucking her mouth growled then, digging its nails into her head and jamming its meat down her gullet harder, choking Ingraham and making her cough and gag around its length. Not that it did anything to stop the diminutive creature from violating her mouth, its swollen length pulsating against her tongue as it hit the back of her throat again and again – and then without warning blew a thick, hot load straight down her throat.
''G-Guhk-!'' Ingraham convulsed, hurriedly swallowing the seed lest she suffocate on it.
Mercifully the Imp pulled its dick out, allowing her to catch her breath – only to flinch when it shot several thick ropes across her face, staining her lips, nose brow with its semen, her eyes spared only thanks to her glasses. As if to fix that the Imp grinned cruelly down at her, and in a heartbeat its fist connected – smashing her glasses and making Ingraham shriek in surprise, clutching at her face.
The other Imps did not wait for her to recover. Cackling another Imp straddled her face and shoved its dick between her lips, eagerly face-fucking her even as the other Imp between her legs howled, unloading its virile seed deep inside her, making Ingraham convulse in shock and alarm – but again, they gave her no time to adjust, to come to terms with reality. The moment the Imp pulled out another Imp was there, the bulbous tip sliding along her nether lips-
-when all Imps suddenly, abruptly, froze.
'...h-huh...?' Ingraham dared to crack her eyes open.
The Imps all stood, their small humanoid features twisting in what looked like fear... before as one, they ran. Pulling out of her abused holes, taking their claws off of her bloody body, they all just turned and ran ahead, disappearing from sight – and this time she didn't feel them just lingering out of sight, they were well and truly gone. However that only begged the question; what made them suddenly run away?
Ingraham got her answer as she heard low, heavy footsteps approach. Fear lanced up her spine like lightning but when she tried to move her body was reluctant to comply; fiery pain between her legs from being deflowered, not to mention the myriad of bruises on her legs from the Imp's overeager humping. Still with some effort she managed to stumble up to her feet, her vision blurry and out-of-focus without her glasses, but Ingraham kept stumbling after the Imps regardless, equally as eager to get away from whatever was coming.
She didn't get the chance. The heavy footsteps suddenly sped up, seemingly shaking the entire tunnel as it charged her limping form-
-and Ingraham shrieked as a thick, meaty hand nearly as wide as her thigh grabbed her leg, and then flung her into the wall – her leg breaking with an audible crunch.
Gasping and with spots of white mottling her vision Ingraham crumpled to the ground, gazing at the floor in shock, her mind taking a moment to adjust to reality. It did a second later, and with it came a torrent of pain that made her cry out, tears coming to her eyes as burning pain spread up her leg like wildfire; bringing with it a bout of light-headedness and sudden, sickly nausea from the shock of it.
However her position also let her see her attacker. Even in the darkness she could make it out; a large, stocky creature of pink flesh, nearly as wide as the corridor and almost as tall too. Thick arms were bulging with muscle and held thin curls of hair, ending in a pair of meaty hands big enough to crush her head like a watermelon. A disgusting, pig-like face topped its bulging torso, snorts and gruff grunts escaping the beast as it looked down at her... and as her gaze went lower, she noticed the thick, erect cock throbbing between its legs.
''No...'' Ingraham croaked. ''Please, don't...''
She wasn't even sure if the monster could understand her, but if it did it didn't care. One step at a time carried it towards her, prompting Ingraham to try and drag herself away in some futile attempt at escape – only to cry out and stop when agony flared in her broken leg. No bone poked out from the skin, but the unnatural angle her leg rested was evidence enough of the break. Not that it seemed to stop the pig-man from grabbing her broken leg, forcing it apart along with her other leg. Even if she knew what was coming, Ingraham was helpless to stop it.
The bulbous tip of the pig-man's cock lowered down, brushing over her ass before coming to press against her puffy lips – and pushed. It couldn't enter; she was too small for it.
Not that it stopped the creature from trying, puffing out rancid breaths as it pushed, humping and growling in irritation, unheeding of Ingraham's quiet whimpers – when she felt the tip, even if only partially, push in.
Her heart dropped. ''D-Don't...''
The pig-man didn't listen, and with one final thrust it rammed into her too-small pussy, fucking a scream of pain out of Ingraham, many more to escape her as it stretched her walls to a breaking point – her screams continuing even as it hammered its way through her cervix, ruined her womb and broke her hips, every thunderous thrust breaking her comparatively small body bit by bit.
And even when she fell silent, the piggish squeals of the creature would continue to ring out through the corridors for a long time yet.
X-x-X
''Guys?! Where are you? H-Hello?!''
Bristol's worried cries bounced off the walls of the tunnel hauntingly, the lack of a response sending a shiver through her. She held her lantern aloft despite the fatigue aching at her arm, illuminating her surroundings as she walked. She hadn't run into anything like the mantis since, which gave her hope that the light kept them at bay, though admittedly she had nothing to base that theory on. It made sense though in her mind; if they lived in the dark, then the light should be blinding, right?
'Then again that mantis chased us down when I was holding the lantern...' Bristol thought, growing despondent. 'I hope the others are okay...'
She shook her head though, gathering what determination she had left and continuing to march down the corridor. Her most important objectives right now were to find her sisters, and find an exit. If she could do the latter then maybe she could get reinforcements, or at the very least have her rigging with her, allowing her to fight back against the weird creatures that apparently lived here. The thought made her glance behind herself warily but thankfully she saw nothing, encouraging her forth.
However with her lantern illuminating her surroundings she quickly noticed when the industrial concrete walls slowly gave way to natural rock. The change was gradual but noticeable; darker, obsidian-like stone lining the hallway and widening out, a wet sheen to the stone... and Bristol's eyes widened as the tunnel expanded out into a vast, open cave, so tall she couldn't see the top and so wide enough that she could easily fit her ship form in it and still have room to move about a little. Most notable about the cave however was what laid before her.
A bridge, one made of the same wet rock that the cave was made out of. Thin and somewhat uneven it extended out across the gaping void around it... and at the other end of the tunnel, laid a familiar red, rustic door.
'The exit!' Bristol nearly cheered with relief, hurrying ahead.
Eager to escape this weird place Bristol stepped onto the bridge, moving as fast as she dared. The bridge was just wide enough for one person of her stature to cross at a time, and with her lantern held out to one side there was no chance of her tripping on an uneven patch of ground. However as she walked she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched, tempting her to glance behind herself, then at the walls on either side of her – refusing to look down lest she get vertigo and fall. She never was good with heights.
Then suddenly the stone bridge shook; chunks of rock falling out from under her foot.
''W-Whuah!'' Bristol yelped as took a half-step back, paling as she watched spiderweb fractures split across the wet rock. ''Oh no no no!''
Panic set in and any sense of caution went out the window, several fast footfalls carrying her across the bridge towards the exit-
-when the middle of the bridge cracked in two, and collapsed inwards.
Bristol's eyes widened, the rustic red door blurring out of sight as she plunged down into the darkness – wind rushing loudly in her ears and growing harsher by the second as she fell, her lantern illuminating only the wall in front of her.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
And then on the fourth second she hit something springy, her momentum suddenly slowing as she fell down... and then sprung back up. She didn't bounce however; her back stuck to something and leaving her staring up into the darkness above her. She wasn't even granted the mercy of seeing her surroundings; the high winds and fall having shattered her lantern's glass and blown out the flame, leaving her plunged into total darkness.
How long she laid there she didn't know; the sound of shifting rubble the only noise beyond her heavy breathing and the blood pounding in her ears. Her eyes adapted to the dark quickly but it still took a good minute, revealing what looked like the same cave walls she saw before... and her heart sunk into her stomach as she realised the thing she was laying on was not some convenient mattress or bed, but a web.
A spider's web.
Just then she heard skittering. Soft, slow but harrowingly close. Her breathing hitched and she looked in the direction of the sound, just-barely able to see a large body moving in the darkness. A second later the web buckled under the weight of something massive and it took all she had to stay perfectly still, hoping in the back of her mind whatever creature was in her with her thought she was just some debris or something.
Any such hope died as she saw the creature emerge. It was a spider; its body black and furry, with a bulging abdomen behind it and eight blood-red eyes, its mandible-like chelicerae twitching slightly as it came into view. The most terrifying aspect of the creature though was its sheer size; easily as big as a bus, if not larger, each of its limbs as wide as a person and its eyes equal to her head in size.
Bristol screwed her eyes shut, playing still – even going so far as holding her breath in some weak attempt to stay hidden. She heard the insect draw close, its chelicerae twitching together and making a soft hissing sound when the hairs brushed together, the noise reaching its apex as it stood over her... and waited. She didn't dare open her eyes and just stayed still, but couldn't hold her breath in any longer; forced to suck in short, quiet gulps.
Her attempt at playing dead, however, was for naught. The spider knew she was alive.
Suddenly she heard the soft of flesh parting, sticky and wet. When she dared crack her eyes open she found herself staring up at the spider's underbelly. What caught her attention the most however was the abdomen behind the spider oddly curved down... and connected to a long, curved pink cock; smooth, pale and with a bulbous tip. She watched, simultaneously horrified and transfixed as the tip of the dick twitched towards her, rubbing itself along her inner-thigh and soon pressing up against her underwear, her coat hiked up by its girth.
'Wait... n-no, it can't...' Bristol thought to herself, paralysed with terror.
However her disbelief did little to stop the spider as its long cock pressed down against her panties, rubbing her nether lips through them – before it began to push. Slowly at first, but with every passing second the pressure grew more and more intense, more insistent, putting strain on her thin underwear. Bristol bit her lips and screwed her eyes shut, hyperventilating as she tried to think of some way to escape this nightmarish place-
-when the fabric of her underwear tore, and the beast's cock slammed into her like a white-hot battering ram.
''AAHH!'' Bristol's shriek of agony bounced off the walls of the cave – her tight, narrow pussy filled to the brim in a single powerful thrust.
The spider hissed at her tightness, its gigantic body shifting several times before it started pulling out. Bristol whimpered in pain, her voice rising into a sharp scream when it jammed itself back into her deflowered pussy; roughly spearing it inside into her and pressing up against her cervix each time. She tried to struggle, to free herself, but she was stuck to the web under her no matter how much she thrashed about; terror mixing with hopelessness as she realised her situation.
Even if help one day came, who was to say they'd look at the bottom of a giant cave for her?
The thought only broke Bristol more; her breath hitching and her chest jerking up as much as the web would allow, intimately feeling the massive cock slam between her inner walls and thunder up against her womb, pressing, spearing – and her voice cracked as the spider penetrated that part of her too, the tip of its cock finally burying itself up inside her womb. It didn't stay there long, pulling back until just the head was past her cervix before jamming back into her birth canal, savagely fucking the petite Destroyer despite her increasingly-feeble protests.
Until soon she passed out; fucked unconscious by the shock and terror coursing through her, leaving the Destroyer limp against the web. The spider didn't even notice, letting out animalistic hisses as it relentlessly plunged its swollen shaft into her abused pussy, stretching her out far greater than any human cock would and nearly breaking her pelvis as the tip hammered up against her womb – the only reason it didn't spear through her womb with its cock being that it wouldn't be able to impregnate her otherwise.
And, perhaps mercifully, within the minute the spider finally reached its climax; jamming its lengthy cock deep inside the unconscious Destroyer and unloading countless tiny eggs into her womb, popping them out in a thick, gloopy stream that let the eggs attach to the walls of her womb; so much filling her that some of the excess spilled out.
No matter though. It would simply do it again, and again, as much as needed.
For that was its only instinct; propagation.
X-x-X
''Mn...''
Sunlight beamed through a canopy, mottled and dimmed, but still stark enough to stir Bristol out of her forced slumber. Her eyes cracked open a bit, not totally coherent even as she gazed at the overgrown canopy above herself. It took the cawing of some seagulls to finally stir the petite Destroyer out of it, blinking away the haze that lingered over her mind.
''Huh...? Where...'' The Destroyer trailed off however as everything came back to her at once; a torrent of information that made her seize stiff, then jerk upright. ''All-!''
Her cry for her sisters fell short as she established her surroundings. In the small wooded patch between one of the storage buildings and Akashi's workshop, where they'd first found the red rustic door – and splayed around her was her sisters, all of whom were in similar states of disorientation; groaning as they clutched at their heads or sat up like her.
''What...? Where am I?'' Allen moaned pitifully, clutching her forehead with one hand. ''Wait... Bristol?''
''We're... at the base?'' Ingraham was the first to realise, confused. ''...I'm not dreaming, am I?''
''I don't think so.'' Allen murmured, looking down at herself – particularly at the crotch of her bodysuit, astonished to find no damage present. ''...h-hey, did you girls... get chased by monsters too?''
Quietly all four of them nodded, sitting upright and looking between each other uneasily. Cooper touched her neck but found no bite wound. Allen rubbed her back with a frown. Ingraham tentatively touched her leg and curled her toes, relieved when she could move it. Bristol observed all that was a mix of curiosity and uncertainty, wanting to touch her crotch to check but resisting, considering her sisters were right there.
''...it felt so real...'' Cooper whispered softly. ''There was no way that was a dream, right? I-I mean, that thing bit me and did... stuff. But...''
''...there's no damage.'' Ingraham added quietly, looking past Allen – towards the wall where they'd seen the rustic red door.
Only now there was nothing but flat grey concrete. There was no evidence the door had even existed.
''...it must've been something Akashi did.'' Allen then voiced, rising to her feet unsteadily. ''Maybe some fumes got out and we breathed it in, passed out, and had some kind of shared delusion? Or maybe she'd got some kind of Siren gadget back there that went haywire?''
Everyone looked between themselves, doubting it, but what other reason could they believe in? That a mysterious red door appeared – perhaps of its own volition – and violated them with twisted monstrosities, only to reverse the damages and deposit them back outside? It was ridiculous. Nonsensical.
Then again, the alternative explanations weren't much better.
However one by one, even the scientific Ingraham, murmured agreements and began to go back to their dorms, not bothering to report what they deemed a simultaneous hallucination – denial and shame helping solidify the idea in their minds.
And as they walked back to their home, not one of the four girls noticed that not all the damage had been undone.
Not least the eggs in their wombs, slowly growing and eager to propagate further, with just a little time.
[END]