The Mist 2: Rescue Operations
Chapter 12: Cheshire and Drake
''Hm... I don't see anything. Keep moving.''
Cheshire hummed in agreement, heels tapping against the grassy ground underfoot as she crossed an open space of ground, eyes scanning the skies for any possible enemies. At the same time Drake followed only a step behind, eyes trained on the surrounding areas, both already having their guns ready and armed.
Both girls had run into several monsters already, though mercifully they were just stray Werewolves or bug-like creatures that could be easily eliminated without giving their position away. Together the two cruisers eliminated all that was in their path, making their way straight for the rendezvous point – the Eagle Union dormitory. Mercifully the area around it was fairly quiet, not even a few monsters lurking around to stop them.
''Up ahead.'' Drake called out, noticing several figures silhouetted by the mist – until they drew near enough, allowing their humanoid shape to be perceived. ''That should be the guards.''
Cheshire finally took her eyes off the sky, chipper as she caught sight of Norfolk and Centaur. With a slight smile Cheshire picked her walk up into a jog, swiftly approaching the group. Drake followed after her, nodding politely at Kinu and Maya, earning twin nods in return.
''We're not late, are we?'' Drake spoke up professionally, gazing around them. ''Where's Her Majesty?''
Maya was the one to respond. ''Queen Elizabeth went off with Valiant and Warspite to the gardens. Deutschland is inside the bunker leading the rest of the escort force.''
Cheshire frowned cutely. ''Muu... so we were late...''
''They left only a minute or two ago.'' Centaur offered. ''They couldn't have gone far, so you might be able to regroup with them...?''
''It isn't smart to go off on your own.'' Kinu interjected pointedly.
''They're Prototypes.'' Maya responded, gazing at the two Royal Navy cruisers with an even, inquisitive eye. ''I'm sure they can handle themselves, right?''
''Of course.'' Drake smirked back, thumping her chest. ''Nothing we can't handle.''
Maya merely nodded at that, going back to scanning their surroundings warily, remaining close to the entrance of the bunker. Dipping her head at the group of four Drake turned and departed, though not before casting one last look at the bunker doors – noting how damaged and torn-open they were, worn from two weeks of abuse. However she soon shook the image from her mind and refocused on the endless plain of mist ahead of her, prompting marching in the general direction of the gardens. It was big enough that the chances of missing it were slim. Provided they stayed on-course, of course.
Cheshire swiftly caught up with the sword-wielding cruiser, and together the two Prototype women marched through the mist in silence. The oppressive silence didn't have as much of an effect on them as it did others, perhaps owing to their nature as Prototypes – they were born from nothing but thoughts and schematics, after all. The familiar silence that came with an absence of life wasn't anything new to them.
A shame that same familiarity didn't provide them any real advantage beyond not getting skittish.
Drake shifted her gaze, spotting the outline of an archway. She marched straight for it, hearing Cheshire follow, and soon she discovered the entranceway to the gardens. The hedges that surrounded the gardens were dotted with numerous colourful, foreign flowers, eliciting a curious coo from Cheshire as she skipped closer to them. Wisely Drake grabbed Cheshire by the back of her maid dress, stopping her from getting too close to them.
After a second Cheshire pouted and stopped. Smiling at that Drake continued her march into the gardens, her eyes flickering across the worn stone path and throughout the several patches of greener, searching for Queen Elizabeth. She wasn't anywhere in sight, but the gardens were also a bit on the larger side. Small segments of the gardens were hidden behind curved hedges, previously used for private afternoon lunches and the like. They would need to be thorough in their investigation, lest they miss some small detail.
''Wow... the hedges are really well cut, Drake.'' Cheshire commented, gazing at several of the lush green statues as they walked.
Drake frowned, gazing at the statues in question. They were humanoid. Eerily humanoid. She glanced around but didn't see any threat, so cautious she approached the statues, inspecting them closely. Cheshire was quick to follow, her footfalls shorter but quicker as she jogged up close, stepping on a limp vine as she passed.
Unbeknownst to both, the vine shifted subtly; twitching.
''They look familiar~'' Cheshire murmured with a thoughtful frown, getting up close to the hedge statue. ''You recognise her?''
''...no.'' Drake admitted after a moment. She knew it was a person, maybe even a Ship-Girl – but if she was, Drake didn't know her. Or at least, couldn't recognise her anymore.
Shaking her head slowly Drake stepped back, gaze flickering around. She spotted several more statues and approached them, morbid curiosity compelling her – doubly so when she realised some of them were monsters. Lizardmen, Hellhounds, there was even a Drakin laying on all fours; all of them perfectly encapsulated in the form of a hedge statue. Had the scene not been so downright ominous, she would've assumed that some master gardener had made them.
As Drake inspected the statues Cheshire skipped back onto the worn stone path, blinking as she looked around her, still seeing no sign of Queen Elizabeth. As per her orders she didn't shout out to her, knowing it would just give them away, but she really had to fight the temptation to do so – she was always the impulsive kind of person, after all. The maid then slid her eyes up, gazing at the large statue that was located in the very centre of the garden.
Or at least, used to.
Now, atop the gold statue that used to be an ambiguous Ship-Girl pointing to the sea, was a massive flower. And the word 'massive' was the only thing that did it justice; the closed bud was easily the size of a double-decker bus, its many, many dark green roots wrapped around the stone statue and spreading out across the garden. Numerous flowers protruded from the vines nearest the statue, their vibrant multi-coloured petals making Cheshire coo, leaning in close.
''So pretty...'' Cheshire breathed, smiling.
Leaning in closer Cheshire took a sniff, breathing in the flower's scent – and its pollen. It smelled like lavender but much sweeter, almost burning her nose from how sweet it was. Yet despite that twinge of discomfort the burning sensation caused, Cheshire couldn't help but sniff it a few more times, each sniff amplifying the sickly-sweet smell and getting it into her lungs.
''...hehe...'' Cheshire leaned back, stifling an errant giggle that escaped her lips. She felt a little light-headed after sniffing so much.
Just as she leaned back however a hand clapped itself on her shoulder. ''Cheshire? You alright?''
''Hehe, yep!'' Cheshire giggled again, shifting from foot-to-foot.
Drake frowned down at the maid. ''Don't be so loud. Anyway, the only place we haven't checked in the back of the garden; help me out here.''
Cheshire nodded enthusiastically, swaying slightly from how vigorously she nodded. Drake rolled her eyes and grabbed Cheshire by the hand, leading her around the large statue and towards the back of the garden. The sword-wielding cruiser pointedly stepped over the numerous roots but Cheshire just stepped on them anyway – and this time, Drake noticed how they moved.
''Stop!'' She hissed.
Cheshire didn't; trying and failing to stop a giggle, bumping into Drake's back. The grey-haired cruiser twitched in irritation and turned to face Cheshire – only to freeze when she heard the unmistakable sound of hissing. It was slow, not from any animal or creature, but rather from two smooth materials sliding together. And as Drake looked up she found the four green segments of the massive flower above them opening up, revealing the bright pink petals within the flower bud.
And soon the flower compressed inwards – then pulsated outwards, letting loose a burst of yellowish pollen that scattered throughout the garden.
Drake's eyes widened, thinking fast. ''Don't breathe!''
Without missing a beat Drake clamped a hand over her mouth and nose, shutting her eyes for good measure. Cheshire however didn't; too high on the pollen she had sniffed, making her giggle uncontrollably – and as the pollen came down she breathed plentiful amounts of it in, the yellowish particles disappearing into her nose and throat.
''Hehe~!'' Cheshire giggled – and choked halfway through, wheezing. ''Hah... haha...!''
Drake dared to open her eyes, glaring worriedly at Cheshire as the cat-eared maid stumbled about, her wheezing laughs continuing even as all the yellowish pollen hit the floor, the particles wilting and becoming grey in seconds, dying off. She stumbled over a vine and tripped, falling onto her side – but even then Cheshire kept laughing at nothing, clawing at the mossy floor with mad, fevered spasms.
'Cheshire...?' Drake kept one hand over her mouth and nose, grabbing Cheshire by the shoulder. 'Dammit, I didn't expect they'd attack with some kind of poison...!'
Incredulous thought aside Drake wasted no time in yanking the laughing Cheshire to her feet, half-dragging the maid towards the garden's entrance. However Drake made it not even a few steps before she felt something distinctly smooth curl around her ankle-
-and then Drake yelped as her leg was yanked out from under her, sending both her and Cheshire to the floor. The maid half-stumbled free from her grip, laughing with tears in her eyes, but Drake's focus was fully on the thing around her leg; paling at the sight of a thorned vine. None of the thorns dug into her leg thankfully but its grip was surprisingly strong, and even when she kicked her leg she couldn't wrench it free.
''Gh-!'' In the blink of an eye several more green vines wrapped around her legs and arms, bending her arms back at an uncomfortable angle.
Drake grunted, jerking her shoulders and trying to aim her guns; but she was on her back. Her guns couldn't aim low enough to hit the vines. Her gaze went to the large flower atop the statue and it all clicked in her mind; prompting the cruiser to aim her guns towards the flower. Just as she was about to fire however more vines tangled themselves into her rigging, curling around the barrels and denting them inwards and rendering them useless.
Cheshire however was left free, only a few vines looping around her body – but cat maid didn't care, giggling as several of the vines went under her dress. ''Ehehe~''
''Mn! Cheshire, help me out here!'' Drake barked out, grunting harshly as she jerked her body about, trying to wrestle free – gasping when several thorns dug into her body.
However Cheshire was too far gone, her mind fogged up with a maddening aphrodisiac, and by the alien pollen that had filled her lungs. The cat maid gazed at the flower with something approaching adoration, moaning lewdly when several of the vines stroked her clothed pussy, her body heating up and her panties getting damp, her underwear clinging to her pussy lips and letting her feel the friction all the more.
Until the maid went the extra mile by lifting her skirt up, allowing her to see her own crotch. Without missing a beat Cheshire grabbed the front of her panties and ripped them clean off her hips, her garter-belts going limp as her womanhood was exposed – her pussy lips wet with arousal. The thin vines stroked her pussy more feverishly, her wetness causing the vines to slip and slid over her smooth folds easily.
''Ah~'' Cheshire moaned. ''That feels so good~''
As if in response two of the thin vines pried her wet pussy lips apart, spreading her sex for a third, larger vine with a bud-like tip. Cheshire smiled dumbly down at the vine and opened her legs a little bit more, kneeling down on the grass and giving the thicker vine plenty of room to move. The maid was swiftly rewarded for her obedience, the vine pushing into her sex with a slow thrust, her nerves so sensitive it nearly melted her mind.
''Ohh~'' Her fleshy inner walls squeezed the vine, failing to stop it from penetrating her deeper.
As the vine slid into her wet sex another two vines rose up from the grass, the bud-like tips narrower but longer. The twin vines curled into the front of her dress and pulled it down, making Cheshire giggle and helpfully rip her dress down more, allowing her big boobs to bounce free within the confines of her bra. She fixed that a second later, undoing the back latch of her lacy white bra and tossing it aside, showing absolutely no shame as she showed her tits off to the vines.
Once more Cheshire was rewarded, the narrow bud petals opening up to reveal a mouthful of writhing thin tentacles. In a heartbeat both vines attached themselves to her nipples, the countless little tentacles licking and tickling her nipples, all while coating them in a nigh-invisible secretion that made her nipples tingle pleasurably, heightening Cheshire's pleasure and making her moan all the louder.
''Ah, haah~'' Cheshire mewled out, quivering when the vine inside her pussy hit her deepest parts – and another thicker vine soon prodded her lower lips, forcing its way inside. ''Ehehe... so greedy~''
Together the two vines corkscrewed around each other, and began to thrust. Cheshire tipped her head back and mewled like a cat in heat, her pussy dripping with arousal and wetting the two vines, allowing them to slide themselves into her womanhood easier. Repeatedly they bottomed out and hit her cervix, the pointed tips of the buds prodding her deepest parts. Despite that Cheshire felt no fear; her whole body buzzing with warmth as the twin vines slid into her glistening sex.
A hot moan fled Cheshire's lips as two more vines slithered up to her, curling around her large breasts and squeezing. Her tits squished slightly beneath the tentacle-like vines, the feeling making Cheshire wriggle on her knees, her mouth hanging open as her pussy got railed. They moved so fast wet sounds could easily be heard, her honey dripping from her folds as the twin green vines plunged into her, poking her cervix eagerly – until finally they managed to penetrate there too.
''Ahh~'' Cheshire's mouth hung open, allowing several more tentacles to slither up and invade her mouth, partially muffling her horny moans.
Drake watched all this from the sidelines, eyes wide with horror as her companion happily accepted her own defilement, her honey glistening across the two vines pounding her pussy. Despite being bound by the same vines Drake remained unmolested, the vines merely holding her still and forcing her to watch her companion be defiled. Small mercies that they didn't violate her too.
''Ah, ah- ohh~'' Cheshire moaned as the corkscrewed vines pushed into her womb, fucking her deepest parts with each thrust – sending bolts of pleasure so intense into her stomach that she began drooling, wetting the tentacles exploring her open mouth.
To Cheshire's delight another thicker vine prodded her ass, seamlessly burying itself into her rear. It went in dry but she was so aroused she didn't mind, moaning whorishly as she intimately felt the vine slither into her asshole, and then go deeper. The vine wormed its way deep inside her until it reached her stomach, slowly swaying as it crawled up and began to curl around in her stomach, and had she looked down she would've seen a faint bulge in her belly as it filled her stomach.
The vine then crawled up her throat, slithering up until it reached the vines exploring her mouth – all of them connecting together. Buds rapidly pushed out from the surface of the vines and blossomed; brightly-coloured flowers emerging all across the vines inside Cheshire's body. Within seconds they began to shed bits of pollen and seeds inside her, tickling her mouth, throat, stomach and asshole.
''Guhh~'' Cheshire still smiled dumbly around the tentacles keeping her mouth open, drool running down her chin. ''I'm... gonna become... a flower, hehe...''
Behind Cheshire several vines slithered upwards, curling around the barrels of her guns. Or more specifically, the suppressors – ripping the large black devices off.
''M-Mm!'' Cheshire's thighs twitched inwards as the twin tentacles in her pussy began to fuck her harder, battering her womb with their pointy tips.
Then the buds opened up, the two vines opening to reveal their flowers – stretching her womb with their size. Cheshire squealed with bliss, her thighs trembling and buckling as mind-melting pleasure flooded her pelvis, her inner walls tightly squeezing the intruding vines to no avail.
''H-Huh?'' Cheshire suddenly looked towards the large flower, as if listening to a voice only she could hear. ''You... w-want me, to shoot at the sky...?''
In the background, Drake suddenly realised what was about to happen; paling.
''S-Sure!'' Cheshire's pitch raised as the twin tentacles hit a sensitive spot in her pussy, both her cannons aiming skyward – and unheeding of Drake's warning shout, she fired.
BOOM!
Half a dozen shells, fired into the sky. Without suppressors.
Near the centre of the entire base.
''A-Ahh~!'' Cheshire squealed as the two flower-tipped vines hammered her womanhood faster, rewarding her for her obedience – and with a squeal of pure bliss, Cheshire orgasmed.
Honey squirted from her pussy and Cheshire spasmed backwards, falling onto her back in a seizing heap – but the vines inside her kept fucking her, shedding pollen inside her womb even as they violated her relentlessly. Cheshire's squeal evolved into a scream and her legs wildly flailed and kicked, her eyes wide but unseeing as her pussy was pounded by the two vines without pause, her mind becoming overwhelmed by pleasure.
As Cheshire screamed in the background Drake finally managed to look away, grimacing deeply. Her sword was still in her hand but the vines restraining her made it impossible to jerk her arm in such a way she could cut them, something that the vines seemed consciously aware of – half a dozen vines restraining her right arm alone, making sure she couldn't move it.
Suddenly the Prototype cruiser became aware of shifting dirt. She looked around, briefly confused, until she spotted a pale green figure crawling out of the dirt near one of the statues. And as they rose to their full height Drake got a good look at them, her eyes widening as she took in the skinny exoskeleton and long, scythe-like forearms, its thin structure not matching the bulky abdomen that hung behind it, a long pinkish cock attached to it. A Praying Mantis. A oversized Praying Mantis equal in size to her.
''Mn?!'' Drake jerked in surprise as the Mantis shook off the dirt clinging to its skeletal frame – and then skittered right towards her.
In a panic Drake began to struggle, but the vines still had a tight hold on her – making it impossible to use her superhuman strength when she couldn't even move in the first place. However she had no more time to plan, face pale as the Mantis skittered in front of her, its two scythe-like arms looming over her. For a brief moment she thought it was going to behead her, until it brought its claw down and slashed at her dress.
It struck with more precision than she expected from an overgrown insect, only a slight cut stretching from her collarbone to her belly – her clothes cut cleanly in half, soon sliding partially off her body. Her white panties however were spared, lasting a few seconds longer before the insect cut the side, gashing her thigh in the process. Drake's focus however wasn't on the pain of being cut, but rather the large pinkish cock aiming for her virgin womanhood. And to her shock, as she looked down at herself, she found out she was wet; glistening fluid leaking from her folds.
Unbeknownst to the cruiser, she had been so distracted by Cheshire getting violated she had failed to notice how the thorns digging into her skin were laced with an aphrodisiac, her breathing becoming unconsciously heavy and her skin buzzing with warmth.
Drake was reminded of that buzzing warmth as the pointed tip of the Mantis' large cock touched her pussy – and then slammed inside her.
''G-Gah!'' Drake threw her head back with a sharp cry, wincing harshly as her inner walls were shoved apart to accommodate the Mantis' large, curved cock.
The overgrown insect hissed in her face, its mandibles parting to release the sound. Drake winced, her breathing short and harsh as the insect planted both its scythe-like arms on either side of her head – and it began to thrust. Its cock slid halfway out and then slammed back into her aching womanhood, forcing her body to take its inhumanly-big dick lest she break, a trickle of virginal blood escaping her pussy as the insect defiled her.
Thrust by thrust the Mantis buried its cock into her violated pussy, burying its shaft into her tight hole until it bottomed out, battering her deepest parts and making Drake wheeze. Her inner walls tightened around its length but didn't slow the creature down even slightly, the beast bucking its hips and slamming its cock into her repeatedly. However the Mantis wasn't done, its shaft hammering her cervix with increasingly-obvious intent, Drake's pupils dilating as she realised it.
''W-Wait! Y-You c-c- AHG!''
Drake let out a choked, rasping gasp as the Mantis did just that; the tip of its long cock forcing its way through her cervix. Even then the Mantis kept thrusting, pounding Drake's folds and penetrating her cervix until it reached her womb. It fucked her deepest parts with gleeful intensity, hissing in the cruiser's face as it finally bottomed out inside her womanhood, her inner walls tight as she tried to force the insect's cock out of her body.
The cruiser wheezed, tossing her head side-to-side as she tried in vain to ignore the pulsing shaft inside her, the agony of being so roughly violated contrasting the unwanted arousal flooding her body, the aphrodisiacs in her growing in intensity the longer the thorns dug into her sides. Some even punctured her skin, drawing blood and allowing the aphrodisiacs to get into her bloodstream, amplifying their effect.
''Hah, haah!'' Drake wheezed out, her pussy sore as the Mantis railed it – its shaft punching her womb each time it bottomed out, knocking the air from her lungs.
Without her bra to contain them her large breasts bounced about, the lack of covering cloth allowing the Mantis' saliva to dribble down and splatter over her tits, the disgusting feeling only making Drake shudder more. However the drool on her breasts was nothing compared to the cock violating her deepest parts, her wetness slowly reducing the pain and letting the creature fuck her easier, her own body betraying her.
And to Drake's mounting disgust she felt her insides tighten, a distinct pressure swelling her pelvis. She felt her orgasm building but stubbornly denied it, revolting at the thought of orgasming from an insect, but her body wasn't acting on what her heart wanted, but what the foreign chemicals in her body desired.
Wet noises escaped her dripping sex as the Mantis sped up, her pussy quivering as it was hammered and her eyes screwing shut – before finally the insect bottomed out inside her pussy, and came.
Drake made no sound. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth went agape but she said nothing, frozen as thick gushes of cum flooded her womb, carrying the eggs that were soon pushed into her deepest parts. Her own orgasm hit a second later, her inner walls spasming and her whole body twitching erratically, bits of honey squirting out around the creature's cock.
And soon the Mantis stopped cumming, unsheathing its cock from her sex until only the tip was inside.
''Hah... haah...'' Drake panted heavily, eyes lidded and hazy. The sheer sense of defeat that permeated her body was far worse than even the pain wracking her body.
However Drake soon felt the Mantis' cock twitch, and realised it hadn't pulled out fully.
Then an inch pushed back into her.
''No... not, not again...?''
With hiss and a buck of its inhuman hips, the human-sized Mantis slammed its cock into her womanhood, and Drake's gasping cries filled the air above the garden.
[END]
A/N: Next: Albacore, U-101, I-168.