The Mist 2: Rescue Operations
Chapter 1: Sheffield
''Team 6 going dark, over.''
''Affirmative. Keep your eyes open, nya~''
Sheffield gave a short, curt hum and promptly disabled her long-range radio and all other unnecessary systems, given many wouldn't work in the mist anyway. Once that was over she proceeded to walk into the veil of mist in front of her, the thick whiteness obscuring anything beyond the initial boundary that surrounded the base and the area around it.
The air rapidly grew chilly as the mist enveloped her entirely, and when she chanced a glance behind herself all she could see were blurry shapes of the Ship-Girls beyond the vague barrier, all also entering with the main ground force. She was just one of many. The thought helped ease whatever miniscule worries the maid held, her expression becoming cold as she raised both her handgun-like rigging pieces – oversized black suppressors mounted onto the front.
Infiltration wasn't anything new to Sheffield; she along with the Royal Maids were well-versed in sneaking in and out of places, of being discreet and unseen. Part of her however didn't even think stealth was going to be a challenge; after all, their opponents were mere creatures; insects and lizards, no less. The only reason they won over the other Ship-Girls living here was because they came in unstoppable numbers; no more, no less. They were practically beneath her notice.
'Hmph. This should be a fairly simple operation.' Unlike some of her more skittish companions, Sheffield held no fears of being subdued and... taken. She was fully confident she could fell any number of beasts that came her way, and in the event she couldn't, she had her allies to rely on.
Some would call it arrogance. She called it a calculated evaluation of her skills.
Shadows ahead of her snapped Sheffield to attention, cautiously raising her guns. She walked closer and relaxed as she realised they were just trees, lowering her guns but not dropping her guard entirely, her eyes scanning their foggy surroundings carefully. While reports had said the mist was thinning she couldn't help but find that an exaggeration; if it was thinning, it was only a miniscule difference. She couldn't see more than two dozen feet ahead of herself, if that.
Cracking branches snapped her eyes to the left, gaze intently flickering through the haze until she found the source; Edinburgh. The shivering maid met Sheffield sharp gaze and mouthed a silent apology, sheepishly lifting her foot off the snapped twig. Sheffield rolled her eyes and returned her focus ahead of them, mindful to keep herself oriented properly so she didn't run in circles.
'The forest shouldn't span for too long.' Sheffield noted, carefully stepping over a fallen tree; the destroyed bark at the bottom and singed wood telling that it had been blown apart by a stray shell.
The air only seemed to grow colder the deeper they ventured into the mist, an odd heaviness to the air not unlike a humid day. Despite herself Sheffield began to get a bit twitchy, the uncomfortable silence weighing down unnaturally. It was different than a simple silence, but more akin to an utter absence of sound, not even the wind gently whispering through the trees. There was just... nothing. And that made it far more unsettling than any monster's howl.
So when she heard something shift, she understandably flinched a bit.
Sheffield immediately glanced towards the source; her right. Her gold eyes narrowed when she say nobody there at all, only a fallen tree and small cluster of overgrowing plants. No sign of any known monsters, not that they had been briefed on at least. The stoic maid glanced left over at Edinburgh's barely-visible form, expression tightening when it was clear Edinburgh hadn't heard it.
For a moment she debated alerting the others, but that would break formation – and to do that for just a little skittering of leaves that could easily have been from an unheard gust of air? No, there was no need. She would just need a few seconds to check and no more; the others would still easily be within hearing range in the event she was attacked, and she was still near enough to the edge of the mist to escape should she come under attack. There was nothing to worry about.
'Hmph.' Sheffield mentally huffed. 'What am I acting so hesitant for? It's probably a dying bird or pitiful insect.'
Mind set Sheffield quietly broke off from the formation, shifting further right and approaching the fallen tree. It was an old thing, thick and covered with moss and sprouting mushrooms, growing from its fallen, dying form. She nudged the overgrown plants aside with her foot, eyes narrowed as she searched for the sudden sound, but found nothing. No rat, no bird, not even a bug. And definitely no monster.
Curiosity however compelled her onwards; wanting to be thorough lest she overlook something and endanger her companions. She knelt down next to the fallen tree and slowly lowered down, peering underneath the log. The dim lighting of the sky compounded with the log's shadow to make a veil of darkness, nothing to be seen within it. Until she heard dirt shift, and saw it. A hand-shaped creature with a slit down the palm area, and a long winding tail protruding from the wrist section.
A creature known as a 'Hugger'.
And one that abruptly launched itself at her face.
''Mn?!'' Sheffield fell backwards with a stilted gasp.
She dropped her guns and grabbed the thing on her face on instinct, but the creature's finger-like appendages clamped tight around her head and pressed its fleshy body against her face, smothering her. Sheffield tried to call out but the winding tail whipped around her throat, clenching so tight she wheezed for air, unable to summon others to her aid. At the same time she heard other sources of skittering from beneath the log, the faint sound sending a shiver of fear up her spine. She had found a nest of them.
Gripping tighter the Ship-Girl attempted to yank the Hugger off her face, thrashing about on the floor as best she could, but it only constricted her throat tighter – the lack of air making her light-headed and stumble back into the thick bushes with a silent wheeze, her mind growing heavy. Just as she began to black out the tail loosened around her neck, its fleshy body compressing and giving her the chance to reflexively gasp in a gulp of air before the creature immediately tightened back around her neck.
Keeping her silent, and conscious.
Sheffield found out why as she felt multiple finger-like appendages skitter up her legs, the bony appendages making her shiver. She tried kicking her legs in retaliation but it was weak at best, failing to knock off the monsters as they skittered up her thighs – and Sheffield's stomach dropped as she realised she hadn't worn any underwear. It was done out of habit, and one she was now gravely regretting.
''Mn... Mmph-!'' Sheffield tried to protest but the Hugger on her face merely constricted her throat, choking her.
The cruiser froze as she felt the other Hugger reach her crotch; its thumb and pinky fingers sharply digging into her hips, forcing a silent gasp from Sheffield's throat. The other three finger-like appendages dug harshly into her pelvis, whilst the Hugger itself pushed its palm against her unprotected womanhood, its slit rubbing against hers. Until the slit spread itself open, allowing a distinctly wet, fleshy appendage to slither out.
Sheffield barely had a second to process the wet penis-like appendage touching her folds – before it unceremoniously plunged into her pussy. The cruiser spasmed against the ground, a sharp jolt of pain racing through her pelvis as the creature forced its writhing, wet cock inside her womanhood. In response the creature gripped her waist tighter, its three other finger-like appendages pressing down on her pelvis harder as punishment.
''Mn... N-Nn...!'' Sheffield reached under her skirt and grabbed at the creature, spasming as it jammed its slithering cock inside her again, pushing its wet length deeper inside.
She gripped it and pulled but she couldn't wretch it free; certainly not when unconsciousness was always only a second or two away, her lungs perpetually burning as she struggled to get enough air into them. The two Huggers didn't care about her struggles, the one between her legs simply continuing to mate with her, to use her womanhood as a breeding ground for more of its kind, whether she wanted it to or not.
Prodding at her lips made her gasp – just as the Hugger on her face wanted. Sheffield's eyes bulged as the other creature shoved its own wet cock into her mouth, thrusting it out with pulsating bulges of its hand-shaped body. She thrashed her head side-to-side but couldn't get it off, tasting its writhing cock on her tongue as it violated her mouth. A bitter fluid dripped onto her tongue and ran down her throat, numbing her tongue as it went, but she was too focused on stopping the creatures to notice.
'P-Pests...!' Sheffield mentally cursed, her body weakening.
Dimly she hoped others would hear her, but none were coming. They must've walked too far away by now, she realised.
Sheffield spasmed as the wet cock in her pussy finally hit her cervix, thrusting in and out with spasming thrusts. Her struggles grew weaker despite her best attempts, a strange numbness spreading out from her chest – and it was then she realised the numbing liquid running down her throat. She immediately stopped swallowing the faint liquid, but that only caused the Hugger on her face to fuck her mouth harder, its wet cock-like appendage extending further and further into her throat, before punching itself down her throat.
The cruiser gagged but the hand-shaped monster had no mercy. It kept thrusting its long cock until it went down her throat, relentlessly throat-fucking her until it could drip its numbing fluid down into her stomach, weakening her further. The fluid soon took effect, and to Sheffield's horror the pain between her legs faded into non-existence... and she felt her body go limp, unable to move.
'They're making me into a nest...' Sheffield realised with some amount of real horror, her unease turning into bubbling panic.
However it was too late. She couldn't do more than twitch her fingers any more, leaving nothing to stop the two creatures from fucking her pussy and mouth to their heart's content, to fill her with their eggs over and over again until her body gave in. A prospect that seemed to quickly grow true, the Hugger's cock pulsating powerfully inside her pussy as it slammed itself against her numb cervix, prying her deepest parts open bit by bit – until it finally penetrated her cervix, and slammed its writhing cock into her womb.
''M-Mn...!'' If she had the strength Sheffield would've arched her back as a hot jolt of pleasure, pain and something else shot up her numbing body, her eyes widening to their limits-
-before the Hugger's cock pulsated, and it unloaded thick spurts of cum inside her.
Sheffield froze solid, intimately feeling its thick load spurt inside her over and over again, alongside the small oval eggs it implanted inside her too. The creature kept thrusting its cock for nearly ten full seconds, continually pumping her pussy full of its seed until cum overflowed from her pussy, warmly dribbling down her inner thighs as she was impregnated.
Only then, once the creature was sure all of its eggs were inside her womb, did it slither its wet cock out of her defiled womanhood, retracting it back into its slit-like mouth. For a moment she thought it was over – until the appendage came back out again, pulsating and hard... and refilled with eggs. The cruiser had barely a second to register that fact before the Hugger penetrated her cum-filled pussy once more, burrowing its cock inside her and piercing her cervix once again, forcing its cock into her womb.
''M-Mmph...'' Sheffield weakly groaned for help, spasming when the Hugger on her face coiled around her throat – the sensation made more potent by the cock still thrusting down her throat.
Ticklish fingers crawling up her legs distracted Sheffield from her own rape, shuddering silently as she felt two more Huggers crawl up her helpless body. One crawled over the one attached to her pussy and slipped further up her maid dress, startling her as it went to her stomach – and dug its finger-like appendages into her sides. Its three middler fingers pressed painfully down onto her stomach, positioning its slit-like mouth over her belly button.
Sheffield's eyes widened in disbelief as its wet cock slipped out – and pressed against her belly button. She buckled as the creature began to thrust, fucking her stomach with its cock. Due to the small hole the Hugger could only use a mere inch of its cock to fuck her belly, but the fact the creature at all tried to fuck any hole it could find sent shivers racing through Sheffield, silently shuddering as she was defiled completely.
''Mn...'' Crawling fingers on her thigh only fuelled Sheffield's weakening panic, twitching as the fourth Hugger crawled under her – digging its clawed fingers into her thighs and pressing its palm-like face against her ass.
Disgusting squishing reached her ears as the slit-like mouth opened, and the Hugger pushed its wet cock against her asshole – easily pushing inside her tight ass. Sheffield tried to gasp but didn't have the air to, trying to suck in a wheezing breath only to taste the other Hugger's cock in her mouth. Mercifully the creature's palm-face compressed inwards to let her breath for a brief second, but that was the only mercy the monsters gave her.
Even with her body numbed she still felt the four creatures as they violated her. From the Hugger fucking her mouth and throat with its wet, disgusting-tasting cock, or the one between her thighs relentlessly fucking her pussy, cervix and womb with each and every thrust. The Hugger beneath her relentlessly compressed and expanded, thrusting its slithering shaft up into her asshole over and over again while the last one fucked her belly button, the creatures all mating with any hole they could find.
'N-No...' Sheffield shuddered as a bubbling warmth twisted in her pelvis, the sensations assaulting her numb body shifting; the discomfort fading in lieu of unwanted pleasure.
The pleasure inside her built and built, the feeling of their inhuman cocks violating her starting to feel good – the mere thought only making her feel disgusted with herself, grunting and wheezing around the cock in her throat. Time seemed to bleed away, losing herself in a mess of squishing sounds and pulsating cocks; her mouth, pussy, ass and stomach mated with until she started to feel pleasure from her own violation.
No matter how tightly she clenched around their shafts they didn't cease, if anything her tightening insides made the creatures violate her more roughly; their cocks plunging into her faster and faster, secreting more numbing liquid. The one pounding her ass extended enough that she could nearly feel it in her stomach, the almost tentacle-like cock penetrating her deeply and fuelling the unwanted pleasure coursing through her defiled body.
''Mmph... Mmph...'' Sheffield's eyes fluttered shut, the cock in her throat pulsating stronger and stronger.
The Hugger pounded her throat for only a scarce few moments before it suddenly seized up – and thick bursts of cum shot down her throat. Sheffield shuddered and reluctantly swallowed lest she suffocate completely, gulping down the cum and eggs that the creature forced down her throat; all while she was still being pounded.
A fact she was curtly reminded of as a hot jolt shot through her pussy, a muffled moan escaping her numb throat as both Huggers on her waist fucked her even harder, jamming their dicks deep inside her – until the one in her pussy finally came, pulsating once before spurting thick ropes of cum inside her womb along with even more eggs. The one in her ass followed suit, hot spurts unloading into her asshole.
''Mrgh...'' Sheffield shuddered – the pleasure finally growing too much, and pushing her to orgasm. ''M-Mm...''
It wasn't a powerful orgasm; her numb body unable to twist and coil in unwanted ecstasy, instead simply spasming and twitching as she came around the Hugger's cock, unintentionally squeezing out even more cum and eggs from it. The one beneath her dress soon came on her stomach too, forcing a muffled groan from Sheffield as it spurted cum and tiny eggs all over her belly button, quickly making her dress stick to her skin.
Sheffield rapidly felt herself grow distant from her surroundings, the repeated constrictions on her throat finally calling unconsciousness to her even as the Hugger released her throat, the damage already done.
And just before she passed out, Sheffield felt the four Huggers begin to fuck her once more – and also felt the eggs begin to grow inside her.
X-x-X
Yukikaze couldn't help but shiver as she cut across an open space of mist, no cover to hide behind.
Mercifully thanks to the suppressors and silencers she had on no monster noticed her, nor the rest of her team – Urakaze, Ayanami and Hibiki following after her hastily. The four girls came to a stop as they ended up right outside of the cafeteria, panting lightly and carefully observing their surroundings, making sure nothing had saw them.
They glanced at each other and after trading nods, they made their way towards one of the holes in the nearby wall. Yukikaze peered inside, relief bubbling inside her when she realised the mist was nowhere near as thick inside as it was outside – allowing her to easily see the carnage that the cafeteria had seen over the preceding weeks. Broken tables and chair, uprooted floor tiles and shattered lightbulbs dotted the room in a chaotic expanse, alongside the occasional splatter of dried blood, pieces of monster corpses and even a few gnawed bones.
''Clear.'' Yukikaze murmured quietly, slipping inside.
The others followed her lead, the four of them inching around the edge of the room towards the kitchen. If there was anywhere someone might be hiding it would be there; it had food, shelter and privacy. With that in mind Yukikaze felt a spark of hope when she felt something faintly jingle; pots.
She opened her mouth to call out but immediately clamped her mouth shut, reminding herself not to get ahead of herself. Hardening her expression she shifted around to the edge of the breakfast bar area, peering around the edge-
-and found a group of small, silver-furred hellish dogs scattered around the kitchen.
They noticed her the same moment she noticed them, both parties freezing for all of three seconds.
Then one of the hellish dogs yipped, standing up on two crooked legs – making it less of a Hellhound, and more like a Werewolf. Yukikaze gasped as it charged her, leaping up over the breakfast bar and narrowly missing her, instead landing unsteadily in the main hall of the cafeteria. Before she could even contemplate reacting Ayanami was already there, swinging down with her mechanical katana and beheading the silver-furred creature in a single swift movement.
A chorus of howls echoed and the other Werewolves burst out from the cafeteria, lunging over the breakfast bar after their now-deceased brethren. Yukikaze was ready this time though, needing only a second to take aim and blow apart the nearest two with her cannons, the muffled puff of her cannons followed by multiple dimly-lit shells thrumming across the distance, striking true and blowing the creatures apart in a shower of gore.
''Hn!'' Hibiki grunted with effort as she swung her own oversized anchor weapon, piercing one Werewolf through the stomach and bisecting it, its dying howl going unheeded.
Multiple more gunshots fired but one Werewolf managed to break past the cone of fire, tackling Yukikaze to the floor. The Destroyer gasped as its claws raked down her bare shoulders and went for her chest, ripping a gash through her shirt and cuttinging the front of her bra, its clawed hand going for her skirt – when Ayanami mercifully intervened, beheading the creature with another quick swing of her sword.
As the beast's head hit the floor, the room fell silent once more aside from the crackling of disturbed rubble.
''Ah... haah, thanks.'' Yukikaze allowed herself to sigh, taking Ayanami's offered hand.
''Mm.'' Ayanami smiled faintly, helping her fellow Destroyer to her feet.
Yukikaze gave herself a few moments to catch her breath, to stall the fear that had arose when the Werewolf had viciously mounted her, when the sound of approaching footfalls made her heart leap into her throat – gaze snapping to the main entrance of her cafeteria. And when she saw who it was, her whole body froze.
''E...Eh...?''
Yuudachi.
The Destroyer was different. Dried blood seemed permanently engrained into the flesh of her hands and arms, her nails elongated into short claws and her silver hair wild. Blood stained her chin and cheeks like warpaint, but it was her eyes that caught Yukikaze's attention the most. Wide, bloodshot and feral. The fact Yuudachi was alive at all was a miracle in and of itself... though her near-naked frame and constant limp in her right thigh told that she hadn't gotten away unscathed.
''Yuudachi...!'' Yukikaze unconsciously rushed forth a few steps, a hopeful half-smile twitching across her lips. ''You're-!''
She froze mid-step when Yuudachi suddenly gazed at her, the look in her eyes shifting. Shock, anger... and rage. ''My babies... you killed them?''
Yukikaze didn't register the implications for a long minute. ''Uh... of course...?''
Yukikaze blinked.
Then Yuudachi was upon her, a truly ferocious snarl on her lips as she tackled her to the ground. Looking just as fierce as her Werewolf children Yuudachi attacked her, but unlike the monsters she had no intent to defile her – a fact proven as her clawed hand came slashing down, carving a vicious gash across Yukikaze's face, and cutting down across her right eye.
In an instant Yukikaze screamed, shock wilting into thrashing, screeching panic as the feral Destroyer slashed at her face in a mad flurry, a vile stream of obscenities leaving her hoarse throat as she wildly scratched her face. Fresh blood coated Yuudachi's clawed fingers but she didn't stop, slashing at Yukikaze over and over again-
-until finally Ayanami reached her, and smashed the pommel of her sword into her temple.
Yuudachi crumbled backwards like a marionette with its strings cut, falling unconscious. Ayanami however still poised her blade to strike lest it be a trick, leaving a panicked Hibiki and startled Urakaze to help pull Yukikaze away.
''A-Ah, here, lemme... uh...!'' Hibiki unravelled some bandages from her pocket and hastily pressed them against Yukikaze's bleeding face, frantically working to staunch the deep bleeding.
Yukikaze instinctively thrashed about, tears mixing with blood as she whimpered – blindly snatching up whatever cloth came her way and pressing it against her face, wiping up the blood as it bubbled from her gashes. To her terror she couldn't see out of her right eye at all, a gut-wrenching darkness on the right side of her vision. And when she closed her left eye, she couldn't see at all.
She was blinded.
Too busy weeping in pain from the sudden vicious attack Yukikaze was utterly blind to two more figures walking into the room, cautiously observing their surroundings. Akagi and Kaga.
''My, what happened here?'' Akagi's tone was light but her face grim, multiple shikigami held between her fingers lest more monsters arrive.
Ayanami glanced back at her occupied companions for a long second, before deciding to speak. ''We found some wolves. Killed them. Yuudachi arrived, said they were her babies. She attacked Yukikaze, I knocked her unconscious.''
The Destroyer's quiet, monotone report drew a grim look from both carriers. ''I see... and, not to sound heartless, but please quieten Yukikaze-san. She'll only attract the monsters to our location.''
Hibiki nodded in reply and took off her fluffy scarf, pushing it into Yukikaze's mouth. It helped muffle the Destroyer's tearful whimpers and Yukikaze didn't fight it, too lost in her pain to resist, simply letting her friends treat her as best they could.
''Hmph...'' Kaga slowly approached the unconscious, and decidedly feral Yuudachi. ''The Mad Dog of Solomon indeed... what a pitiable state for her to reach.''
''Mm.'' Akagi agreed gravely. ''We shall evacuate Yuudachi. Can you four last until our return? Yukikaze-san is clearly is no state to travel.''
The Destroyers looked amongst themselves, grimly nodding. There was no way in hell Yukikaze could make the return trip without making much noise; if not because of the pain, then because of her injury. Akagi took that as a good sign and picked up the unconscious Yuudachi, murmuring a light goodbye to her allies before sweeping out of the building with Kaga guarding her, the two carriers disappearing into the mist.
''I'll check to make sure there's no more in the kitchen.'' Ayanami quietly stated, glancing at her three allies. ''Scream if you're attacked.''
''Aha... will do.'' Hibiki tried to smile, but it came out grimmer than intended. ''You too.''
Ayanami nodded slightly, keeping her mechanical sword in a vice-grip as she walked around the breakfast bar and entered through the doorway, the actual door nowhere to be found – though the broken hinges attested to what may've happened to it. The kitchen was just as dirty and cluttered as one might expect from a pack of dogs living in it, prompting her to awkwardly walk past piles of chewed bones, many of which were distinctly inhumanly-shaped.
'They killed other monsters?' Ayanami pondered quietly. 'Strange.'
It made sense on the surface. These creatures must've needed to eat, and when there was no humans left and they seemed intent on keeping Ship-Girls exclusively for mating, then they'd inevitably turn on each other for food – not hurt by the many species that now inhabited the base. Still, even if it was logical, seeing it up-close was far from pleasant.
Ayanami shook her head, progressing deeper into the kitchen. Mercifully she found no other creatures nor eggs, but she soon took notice of a freezer door at the far end. It was slightly ajar but dented inwards like someone had tried forcing it closed, inspiring her curiosity and tempting her to approach, grasping the handle. With her superhuman strength she easily yanked it back open again, grunting as she scraped it across the messy floor, opening it halfway.
Darkness greeted her, unsettling her, but the walk-in freezer wasn't big enough to hide anything. With that in mind Ayanami hesitantly slipped inside, only a thin glimmer of light peering in through a crack in the ceiling. Her eyes roamed over the torn and empty boxes that once contained food, her attention slowly shifting onto an unmoving mass in the corner of the room. A person.
Ayanami's eyes widened as she recognised them. ''Shigure...''
The dog-girl didn't reply. She was frozen solid, her skin deathly pale and tiny icicles forming on her folded arms. Her stomach was bulged outwards and a dead baby Werewolf was nearby, also frozen solid. It took Ayanami a moment to conclude that Shigure had likely frozen herself rather than face her fate as a mere broodmare for her monstrous captors. She felt pity bubble in her stomach but she quashed it, offering a silent prayer for the deceased girl before leaving the room. There wasn't anything she could do for her; she was a hundred-percent dead.
Clutching her mechanical katana tighter Ayanami exited the kitchen post-haste, soon arriving back with the group. Hibiki was busy fixing up Yukikaze's injuries, leaving Urakaze to look up for orders.
''I found Shigure. Frozen; dead.'' Ayanami said quietly, her soft monotone betraying nothing of what she felt. ''We should continue from here.''
''Mm. I shall keep Yukikaze with me; you and Hibiki explore the storage buildings behind the cafeteria. They look structurally sound; someone might be hiding in there.''
''Will you be alright on your own?'' Ayanami had to ask.
To that, Urakaze merely shrugged. ''We'll shout if we need you. I'll focus on retreating if we're attacked until you can help us.''
Ayanami frowned, weighing the benefit of waiting and risking someone else blowing their cover, or splitting up and searching as best they could before their cover was inevitably blown... before finally breathing a sigh, nodding.
''Understood. Stay safe.''
''Hai.''
With a murmur Ayanami and Hibiki departed, unaware of the crimson eyes watching from a crack in the ceiling, a sadistic grin remaining unseen.
[END]
A/N: Next: I-19, I-26, I-58.