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WARNING: This story contains MATURE content including: foul language, gore/violence/brutality, adult situations and content, and just plain ridiculousness. Any characters from Keroro Gunso (Sgt. Frog) do NOT belong to me and I take no credit in any of their awesome. Rena (future character) DOES belong to me and is an OC. Thank you.

Chapter 3

Giroro and Kururu Present: A Whole New World

04:28:61:357

Log Exp. 3194

Tr. 25

After wasting so much time on this dirtball of a planet I believe I have finally reached a breakthrough. Subjects 3A and 5B are showing improvement since their last diagnosis; however, subjects 1A, 1B, 2A, 2B, 3B, and 5A are all deceased. The fast progression of the symptoms were regrettably uncharitable, but nonetheless fascinating to witness; conversely, subjects 4A and 4B show amazing results despite their comrades' reactions to the other models.

Irrefutably, the experiment for model #4 was a success, but 4A and 4B exhibit some very peculiar symptoms. Their lack of coordination and anxiety in social situations point to amnesia of some sort in conjunction with a possible reaction to systemic and hormonal changes, but the modification was calculated to be drastic, so simple side effects such as these can be disregarded for the next phase; in spite of this, the potential amnesia they are experiencing is unlike the varieties we have seen before. They have full knowledge of their names and sometimes lucid, misplaced memories of what was before, but all else is completely wiped clean and a type of hysterical mania has taken its place. Thorough psychoanalysis and rehabilitation is needed before reintroduction into general population.

Despite that small symptom being a hindrance to my plans, the following results were astounding. A DNA sequence completely adapting to a new code and environment to the likes of a machine or an artificial intelligence. Organic life continues to fascinate, and future experimentation is an absolute necessity. Progression to Phase 2 with model #4 has been cleared. The only demurral that needs to be rectified is the memory loss before moving to Phase 3.

-End of Log-

He awoke with a start, sitting up abruptly enough to make his head swim in protest. The cold steel floor met him again as he flopped backwards with a low groan, allowing his vision to settle and his stomach to quit churning. He understood nothing of what was wrong with him, nothing of what happened or even where he was. Who was he? Giroro, Corporal Giroro, at least that much he knew for certain. He reached to place a palm over his eyes, hopefully to ease his growing headache, and paused in stark horror as he stared at his hand in disbelief; to be more precise, at his skin which was now not shiny or slick at all. That beautiful deep red was gone and replaced with a sick-looking pale… orange? Peach? There were multiple miscellaneous soft spines protruding from the surface that had a subtle color, almost blending with the tone of his changed skin but a slight shade darker. Was that hair? Why were these things a shock to him? Did he not look this way before? Before what? Why should his skin be red and slick instead of like this? Who and what is Corporal Giroro?

"A Pekoponian."

He sat up quickly to search for the speaker, neck whipping around in a frantic hunt. Maybe they knew him. Deep sapphire eyes fell upon a creature whose skin was an odd yellow save for its belly, which was a contrasting white with a distinctive red swirl set in the center of the lower quadrants. A set of large, round-frame glasses shielded his eyes and half of his face, allowing only another set of dispassionate swirls to meet his quizzical gaze. Giroro wondered if he could speak. He never tried before and this felt like a great first step for him, but as he parted his lips to test his first word, a wave of something hit him suddenly. An attack? No, this came from within. His entire body started to rise in temperature, sweat began to bead on his new skin. The yellow creature kept speaking, oblivious to his new plight.

"You, Giroro, are now a Pekoponian." The yellow stranger moved closer with an air of superiority, circling him like a predator would a meal, and a thin smirk played over his lips, "On this planet, they call the species 'human', and the humans call this planet 'Earth'." Giroro's body was on fire, but he didn't burn. Something was happening to him, and the yellow one knew what it was. Rage accompanied his new inferno, flaring him back to life and pushing him to his feet. Before he understood his own actions, he had grabbed the creature, slamming him into a nearby wall at eye level. Maddeningly, the yellow being's smirk widened under flashing glasses as he continued without even hesitating, "My name is Kururu. Sergeant Major Kururu. We were soldiers for the Keronian Army." Giroro's grip tightened around his throat, pushing Kururu harder against the steel wall, but somehow this made the inferno worse. The fire was building higher and higher, and soon it had become unbearable. Giroro shook his head erratically, forcing sweat-soaked pieces of deep-red hair to tumble over his face, but it didn't help to clear the haze of absolute necessity that overpowered him. His new body was moving on its own accord, being fueled by this unexplained fury that existed as habitually as breathing, and his free hand followed suit, testing the new creature's skin and body with soft, suggestive touches.

The smirk was lost on Kururu's face, "Giroro…" he moaned as he tried to regain composure. This couldn't be happening right now. The projected symptoms only included the amnesia, but it seemed the consuming mania in previous tests was caused by a hormonal imbalance. A blush darkened his cheeks as he reached to the much larger hand around his throat, trying to loosen it a bit. He had to concentrate, and now was not the time for his masochism to get in the way. This was not the stage or point of time to lose composure and destroy everything he worked towards.

"What is happening to me?" Giroro choked from behind grinding teeth. The urges were intense, the fire was completely taking over and the heat was unbearable. He needed a release and now. Something from beyond his mind brought his free hand to a small protective slit of skin hidden in the gap between the yellow stranger's two legs. Kururu's pleas fell on deaf ears, there was no stopping Giroro by this point. He lightly caressed and teased the soft, warm folds with exploring fingers, his other hand steadily tightening around the Keronian's throat. Kururu's arms grew weaker as his composure slowly melted away. He moaned freely as he felt his manhood pressing hard against its prison, the protective pouch growing hotter and moister with each tiny stroke of Giroro's suggestive touches. Giroro felt an intense passion driving him, and he knew every small thing he was doing was driving Kururu to the edge. Even strangling him, that penetrating pressure and the feel of Kururu's quickening pulse beneath his palm, was driving him to… to do what? What was he doing?

"I don't care," Giroro panted, putting a desperate voice to his brash thoughts, and his fingers began forcing their way into the moist opening, prying open the slit that protected Kururu's member. "I have to have this. I don't know why. I don't know what's happening to me, but all I know is that I need this. If that is all my mind is going to give me then…" Giroro looked into Kururu's glasses, his eyes darting in a mad rage and sweat teaming across his brow, "…then I'm going to take it."

Kururu caught himself before he gave his body entirely to this new beast of a corporal. Fear complemented seduction in a provocative dance that was all too familiar to Kururu, but he was usually the one instilling the fear and not the contrary. This was what he had been waiting for. All of the years he had dreamed of and worked towards this day, ever since they were tadpoles, but things kept getting in his way. First it was Giroro's brother, then his father, then the military, then the stupid Pekopon assignment. Things had changed since they arrived on Pekopon, and since he met his obsession, that wretched woman. Instantly, Kururu's mind snapped back to attention, his mission replacing the fiery need that had all but controlled him. "No…" he met Giroro's gaze, silently saying goodbye to the moment and to the Keronian who was never going to be the same again. "You don't want me. This is not what you need, Giroro." His wicked grin resurfaced, stretching and distorting his face in newfound malice.

"Then WHAT?" Giroro slammed his hand against the wall in a fury, leaning closer to the yellow Keronian and trying not to break. His dark sapphire eyes bore into Kururu's mind, the pupils dilated to extremes and quivering. He struggled against his mind as he shouted in a panic, "WHAT IS IT? What do I NEED? This has to stop NOW! I can't take this anymore, it's too much!"

Kururu pushed against the wall into the hand that restrained him with startling strength, forcing himself forward until their faces nearly touched. He paused for a moment to allow the tension to peak, barely containing a school-boy giggle as he saw Giroro's anxiety swell to a dangerous level before he whispered a single word to him.

"Natsumi."

That single name affected Giroro's mind like an atomic bomb. He stopped completely, dropping Kururu as his eyes hazed over. "Nat-…Natsumi," his body swayed for a moment as his brain tried to recover from the heavy blow, but all Giroro could feel and understand was that one name. It ran circles in his mind, repeating over and over, until it took over like a disease.

Kururu coughed and drew in a harsh breath, holding his throat delicately as he recovered. "Yes, that Pekoponian woman Natsumi is the one you have been waiting for." Kururu looked up at the hulking form, appreciating his work for a moment before it was gone, his haughty smirk disappearing, "Go… get your prize."

The young man turned as if in a dreamless sleep, his shaggy red hair brushing across his eyes as he stumbled in his unfamiliar body. Other than a single belt slung over his shoulder and across his chest he was entirely unclothed, his pale skin glistening in the dim light of the laboratory. Using the walls as support he lumbered his way unsteadily out of room, plucking his way to through the lab to find the exit, and the whole way the only voice you could hear was Giroro's, quietly whispering the name of the woman he loved.

Kururu sat up and leaned his back against the cold steel wall, staring after Giroro until the corporal was no longer in sight. He sat in silence for a long time, pondering the next steps of his mission, before everything inside of him broke. He leapt to his feet, made his way to the nearest examination table and swept everything off of the surface. The sounds of glass shattering and metal clashing to the floor were accompanied by a scream of rage and depression. Kururu continued a destructive rampage through his laboratory, not caring what was in his path, throwing everything he could get his hands on. Lifting a steel bar from the scrap metal pile he began to smash and destroy every machine, device, invention, anything that was in front of him, destroyable or not. Eventually he exhausted himself. He flopped onto the floor, sitting amongst the debris, and stared at his hands. They had been damaged in the rampage and were covered in blood and broken glass, but he didn't feel any pain at the moment, so why care. His mind was blank, his heart was dead, and his soul would never be found again. He would never have what he wanted or what he fought for, so why bother. He only had a few more things on his list to handle, and then the only thing left to him was taking everything else away, but even the elating thoughts of his diabolical plans did nothing for his current state. A single tear, hidden by thick frames, graced the corner of his eye before being hastily swept away.

"Giroro…"

Yes, yes, I know Giroro in human form is "supposed" to have blonde hair, but why? Why would Giroro have blond hair? Made no sense so I gave him red hair ^_^

The next chapter is going to be fun to write. I'll get right on it. Thanks and don't forget to review!

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