The Mist 2: Rescue Operations
Chapter 24: Zuikaku and Shoukaku
''This way, Shoukaku-nee!''
''Right!''
Zuikaku smiled tightly, running headlong into the mist and with Shoukaku only a few steps behind her. The two of them were supposed to be regrouping with a formation closer to the seawall, but they had heard some explosions close by – explosions that could only come from shellfire. Thus they had diverted from their path to aid their unknown comrade, whether it was wise or not.
The brunette carrier narrowed her eyes as the Eagle Union dorms came into sight. Zuikaku slowed down and Shoukaku did the same, both carriers scanning their surroundings carefully, but finding no monsters. Bits of blood and fluid were still wet on the ground, meaning they were just a minute late at most; and with only one building being close by, it wasn't hard to guess where the monsters went.
''I'll lure them out.'' Zuikaku said firmly, glancing back at her older sister. ''Same tactic?''
''Mm.'' Shoukaku smiled gently at her. ''Be careful.''
Flashing her sister a grin Zuikaku gripped her katana tight, rushing towards the dormitory building. Rubble hissed free from the floors above her, the structure of the building damaged but still holding on remarkably well. She hopped over the destroyed wall of the bottom floor and ducked into the ruined hallway beyond, her head on a swivel as she scanned her surroundings, adrenaline helping keep her eyes sharp. Something that allowed her to spot the dented metal scythe laying on the floor of one of the rooms.
'Alabama was here.'
Movement on the floors above tipped her off. She ran for the stairs as quietly as she could, twitching when some debris trickled down onto her shoulder like gravel, the slow hiss of it sliding off her white coat making her grimace. She swept it off with her free hand and ascended the stairs, head titling to the side as she peered around the corner of the stairs. Nothing was there, but she still heard movement further above. Third floor, then.
'Please don't be bugs, please don't be bugs...' Zuikaku cringed at the thought.
However after a second she shook off the nightmarish image that crept into her mind, steeling her resolve as she climbed up onto the second floor; soon ascending up to the third floor. This time she heard movement much closer; alongside muted grunting and skin slapping together.
Zuikaku shivered at the sound, slowly peeking up the stairs. The floor was in ruins, debris and rubble scattered across the place, but what caught her attention the most was a ruined doorway with tribal markings surrounding it, almost like it was drawn in blood. Cautiously the carrier approached, sword at the ready as she peered inside – and Zuikaku's breath hitched as she stared inside.
Multiple Orc were present. A visibly-pregnant Laffey and San Diego were across the room, the former out of it and the latter staring at the ceiling with a broken smile. Not far away was Hermione, the maid completely naked and with bruises littering her body, cum profusely leaking from her womanhood alongside a bit of blood. Laid flat on the floor she posed a tragic figure, her breathing barely visible, her limp legs spread apart.
However Zuikaku's gaze was drawn to the one girl the Orcs were currently raping; Alabama. The tanned Battleship looked completely out of it, her eyes glazed and her body limp as she laid on her back, one Orc fucking her pussy whilst another did her tits; plenty of cum already coating her face.
''Oh god...'' Zuikaku unconsciously whispered, stunned.
The Orcs heard her. A wet squelched echoed through the enlarged room as one Orc pulled out of her pussy, the other Orcs in the room all turning their attention onto the brunette. Zuikaku paled slightly and backed up, gripping her sword tight – and the moment one of them rushed her she turned and bolted, throwing herself down the stairs.
She hit the landing and put her hand on the adjacent wall, pushing off it and throwing herself down onto the second floor; tucking into a roll to bleed off the momentum. Behind her multiple Orcs trampled down the stairs, a guttural growl escaping one of them – and to Zuikaku's shock two more Orcs burst out of the rooms further down the hall, as if coming out from some secret entrance.
They charged her from both sides, but she wasn't aiming for the first floor – instead rushing into one of the rooms. The entire wall had been blown apart and she gladly leapt out into the open, momentarily airborne before her feet touched ground, allowing her to run away from the dorms. Once she was sure she was far enough away she spun on her heel and summoned her rigging again, ready and waiting.
Numerous Orcs poured out from the building; what she had initially thought was only a couple turned out to number at just over half a dozen, all of them charging at her with a unified roar, like an animal defending its territory.
And the animals made the mistake of exiting the building.
''Shoukaku-nee! Now!''
Whining filled the air, rapidly getting closer – until a wave of bombers swept down from overhead. There was no need to aim for the monsters in this case; the sheer number of bombs dropping in a wide splay across the front of the building and utterly engulfing the incoming Orcs in a barrage of explosions.
''Nn-!'' Zuikaku winced, raising her free arm to shield her eyes – dust, debris and shrapnel blowing past her.
The chain of explosions waned quickly, the dust settling. Zuikaku sped up the process by sweeping her sword out, the strength packed behind it enough to create a mild gust that blew away the lingering smoke, revealing the Orcs. Several of them were either dead of a thin red paste on the floor, a couple were missing limbs and rapidly bleeding out, and only one Orc was still standing, if only barely.
Zuikaku smiled tightly, approaching the Orc. While they were at a disadvantage as carriers due to the mist obscuring their sight, if they had pre-planned zones to bomb it was a bit easier. This made it difficult in the field, since your allies couldn't tell where they were since everything tended to look the same, making setting up artificial bomb zones nigh-impossible – to say nothing of panicked Ship-Girls running into the zones on accident.
However here, far away from their allies, it was trivial for Shoukaku to pre-plan where to drop her bombs, just waiting for the signal. There was the risk Zuikaku herself might get caught in the explosions, yes, but it was a risk worth taking.
Shaking her head Zuikaku refocused on the clearly-dazed Orc, swiftly beheading the disoriented creature before it could even think of reacting, killing it instantly alongside its fellows. That done she looked around, and soon spotted Shoukaku not far away – waving her over. Shoukaku gave her a proud smile and Zuikaku replied with a sheepish grin, one that soon wilted as she remembered who she saw inside the building.
''Four people inside.'' Zuikaku said, wiping the smile from Shoukaku's face. ''Should we...?''
''We can take two.'' Shoukaku responded. ''We'll come back for the other two.''
Nodding Zuikaku gripped her sword and jogged back up to the building, dipping into the bottom floor. Shoukaku gracefully followed, and together the two carriers ascended all the way up to the third floor, this time uninhibited by any monsters. The girls hadn't moved either; though this time Laffey and San Diego were looking their way, expressions unchanged but an odd piercing quality to their eyes.
''Oh my...'' Shoukaku murmured under her breath, her expression twisting with sorrow. ''Poor things...''
''Alabama!'' Zuikaku went to the dark-skinned woman first, shaking her shoulder. ''Hey, look at me. C'mon.''
After a second Alabama lolled her head in her direction, dazed, but mercifully conscious. It looked more like she was drugged than anything else, her breathing slow and deep. Zuikaku worriedly shook the Battleship more but she didn't snap out of it; only an incoherent, slurring groan escaping her throat.
''Zuikaku.'' Shoukaku's refined voice drew Zuikaku's gaze. ''Can you carry Alabama? I'll take Hermione.''
''What about...?'' Zuikaku looked over at Laffey and San Diego – shivering when she found both girls looking right at her, staring through her.
They didn't speak. They just stared.
''We'll come back for them.'' Shoukaku replied, turning her gaze towards the two pregnant girls. ''Please keep yourselves hidden for just a bit longer.''
Silence. Shoukaku pretended it didn't unnerve her, but Zuikaku could see how troubled her sister was by it. However that didn't stop the white-haired carrier from gently scooping up Hermione's broken form, wincing when bones audibly shifted around inside her; dark red bruises marring much of her pelvis and sides, indicative of internal bleeding. The thought made Zuikaku quickly check Alabama over, relaxing somewhat when she didn't find anything similar.
With a gulp Zuikaku slid her arms underneath Alabama, carefully picking her up. Sparing one last glance at Laffey and San Diego Zuikaku departed, descending back down down the stairs with Shoukaku hot on her heels. Their mutual panting and their thudding footsteps were the only sounds audible, the duo retreating back down to the bottom floor and out through the hole in the wall they arrived from.
And the moment they stepped out into the open, an eruption went off not far away.
BOOM!
''Uwah-!'' Zuikaku nearly fell on her ass in shock – the mist failing to hide the upwards surge of dirt, concrete and rubble. ''W-What the hell?!''
Shoukaku grunted as a harsh wind whipped past them, blowing her hair into her face. ''Ignore it; we need to get these two back to Akashi.''
''A-Ah? Right, right!''
Pushing the distant eruption from her mind Zuikaku hastily followed after Shoukaku, her white-haired sister taking the lead. The two of them followed what few landmarks they had memorised, using it to guide them back towards Akashi's medical area.
However something compelled Zuikaku to look back. Her eyes swept over the greyish skies, her gaze sharpening when she spotted multiple shadows flying through the sky, each of them oddly human-shaped. Then she realised the shadows were getting closer, their forms becoming more and more defined, until finally Zuikaku realised that they weren't shadows at all – their forms were just inky-black, making them seem like shadows.
''S-Shoukaku-nee! Problem!''
Shoukaku turned around just as the first of the Fallen Angels arrived, swooping down at them like birds of prey. Zuikaku was ready for them however, a fighter launching off her flight deck and crashing straight into the monster, performing an emergency kamikaze attack – depriving her of one of her planes, yes, but a necessary sacrifice. One that bought both sisters enough time to lower Alabama and Hermione onto the ground, allowing them to fight more effectively.
''Zuikaku!'' Shoukaku focused, bringing her flute to her lips.
''Right!'' Zuikaku knew what her sister had planned; summoning more fighters of her own with a sweep of her sword.
They launched their planes just as the Fallen Angels attacked. The corrupted humans flew down at them blindly, barely having the sense to dodge the spittle of gunfire from their fighters, and multiple soon fell with remarkable ease. Zuikaku herself took down half a dozen, personally cutting down one with her katana when it got close and seamlessly bisecting it across its stomach, sending it falling past her.
A low whine echoed as their planes circled around for another run. Through her connection to her planes Zuikaku sensed something incoming and made them take evasive action, but even then one of her fighters got grabbed by something and taken down, its right wing crushed and sending it corkscrewing down, her connection to it disappearing. Grimacing the carrier ordered her other planes around for another gun-run, hoping to outrun the unknown flying monster long enough to aid them.
So focused on the unknown threat in the skies, however, Zuikaku didn't think to look down at the bisected body she had cut down.
One that rapidly regenerated, its torso reattaching to its waist – and allowing it to grab her ankle.
''Huh- whuah?!''
Zuikaku's startled exclamation cut short as she hit the ground, gasping. The Fallen Angel was upon her in a heartbeat, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the ground; all but ripping her katana out of her hand and tossing it a few feet away. The brunette carrier snapped out of her shock at that, panic filling her as she began fighting back – but the corrupted monster had a solid grip on her wrists, allowing it to hold her down as it got between her legs.
The thought only made Zuikaku struggle more, kicking her legs – but she was utterly unprepared for the monster to lean down and kiss her. The mere kiss stunned her for a moment, disbelief written across her face, and the monster took advantage of her shock. It released her left wrist and shoved its hand under her skirt, grabbing the front of her white panties and ripping them off her hips, allowing it to push its inky-black cock against her womanhood.
''H-Hey!'' Zuikaku shut her thighs as best she could, using her free hand to throw a punch – but the Fallen Angel just grabbed her wrist, forcing it back down. ''S-Shoukaku- AGH!''
The inky-black cock pried her lower lips apart, slamming into her pussy in a single hard thrust. Zuikaku's back arched sharply and she wheezed, eyes wide as she intimately felt the monster's thick girth stretch her virgin insides apart. The pain hit a second later, a rough gasp fleeing her throat as the Fallen Angel reared its hips back, yanking half of its cock out only to plunge back into her, bottoming out within her womanhood.
Her wrists slid against the hard concrete until the Fallen Angel pinned her wrists together, allowing it to restrain her wrists with one hand – and allowing it to use its free hand to yank the front of her dress down. Her large breasts jiggled free and she winced when the beast grabbed her tit, squeezing it roughly and taking the air from her lungs, a pained cry fleeing her lisp when the creature slammed into her pussy again.
''Mn!'' Zuikaku buckled from the feeling, pain flashing up her pelvis. ''L-Let... go, of me!''
The corrupted human didn't. Instead it forced its lips back onto hers and shoved its thick cock into her formerly-virgin hole, hitting her deepest parts with each and every thrust. Her inner walls clenched tight around its shaft in some feeble attempt to push it back out to no avail, the rough thrusts of the monster stuffing her pussy to the brim each time; knocking the air from her lungs.
Skin slapped up against skin, the lewd sound ringing in Zuikaku's ears as the monster violated her – smacking its pelvis against hers. Her legs violently struggled on either side of the Fallen Angel to no avail, the winged creature easily keeping her pinned and allowing it to pound her relentlessly. Its other hand wasn't idle either; the corrupted human lustfully digging its fingers into her breast and toying with it, swapping to her other breast just when she began to get used to it.
''G-Gh...'' Zuikaku gritted her teeth and tipped her head back, ignoring the lips that forced themselves against hers, tears pricking at her eyes.
She could intimately feel the hard cock that pistoned into her sex, her inner walls forced apart by its girth. Its pelvis hit hers and the tip of its inhuman cock battered her cervix, violating her body for its own personal pleasure. It was humiliating; her struggles failing to free her no matter how much she tried to get away, the single hand binding her wrists managing to overpower her desperate, vigorously jerks and wriggling.
As if to reinforce that fact the Fallen Angel pounded her pussy faster, eliciting a fresh cry from Zuikaku's lips as she was utterly fucked, the hard cock slapping into her sex. It practically jack-hammered her and hammered her cervix with its shaft, making her light-headed from the rough thrusting.
When the brunette dared to crack her eyes open and search for Shoukaku she found her older sister also getting defiled, the sound of skin slapping together ringing loudly even amidst the distant explosions. And to Zuikaku's muted horror she saw Hermione and Alabama getting raped by Fallen Angels too; both girls flat on their backs and with their legs spread, a Fallen Angel plunging into their pussies with vigorous intent.
Alabama just groaned dazedly. Hermione was vocally silent, but her pelvis made painful-sounding crunches with each thrust.
''N-Nn...!'' Zuikaku was harshly reminded of her own defilement as the Fallen Angel slammed into her harder, making her cry out. ''S-Stop it-!''
The Fallen Angel did. It slammed all the way into her abused pussy, the tip pressing against her cervix – before ropes of black cum flooded her womb. Splatters of warmth filled her pussy up and Zuikaku froze, intimately feeling the unnaturally goopy substance fill her innermost parts, sticky and clinging to her insides.
''A-Ah...?'' Zuikaku felt something inherently wrong with it – her very soul quailing from the substance inside her body.
However the carrier had no time to ruminate on what she was just knocked up with, as before she could think she was rolled onto her front, her breasts squishing against the concrete, and suddenly found herself getting rammed in the ass.
X-x-X
Shoukaku heard Zuikaku cry out in shock, and also saw the Fallen Angel regenerate with startling speed.
However no matter how much her heart ached, she couldn't aid her – namely thanks to the dozen Fallen Angels swarming her too. She guided her planes down with unerring accuracy, but whatever was lurking up in the skies was destroying her planes one by one, making it hard to put her focus between her planes and the monsters nearing her. And unlike Zuikaku she didn't have a sword to fight off close-range opponents.
She tried to buy herself time by using kamikaze tactics, sacrificing her planes to buy herself some time, but in the end it was all for naught.
''Mn-!''
A Fallen Angel grabbed Shoukaku from behind, yanking harshly on her kimono and ripping it. A second one came from the front, dodging her wild fist and grabbing the front of her clothing, yanking it open with vigour. She grabbed its wrists and shoved it off her with a desperate yell of effort but the monster behind her took advantage, yanking her kimono off her curvy body and pulling her to the floor.
Shoukaku fell onto her back, grunting as she kicked a leg out, hoping to injure one of the Fallen Angels. Instead the creature caught her leg and yanked on it, pulling her over onto her front and getting behind her, ripping her skirt down her legs to her knees, binding them together. Still Shoukaku tried to fight back, sitting up on her knees and throwing a fist back, one that just fell short of actually hitting the monster behind her.
''H-Huh?!'' A pair of hands grabbed her head and yanked it forwards – allowing another Fallen Angel to slam its dick into her mouth.
Shoukaku choked on the unexpected cock, jerking her head back, but the Fallen Angel just pulled her head right back down its cock. The tip plunged down her throat and made breathing briefly impossible, the Fallen Angel behind her taking advantage of her distraction to yank her underwear down – and before Shoukaku could fight off the two beasts, the tip of its dick touched her slit, and it plunged into her.
''Mmph!'' Shoukaku's cry of pain was muffled by the dick in her mouth, the sound coming out muffled.
The two Fallen Angels jerked their hips forth, making unnatural hissing sounds as they began to fuck her from both ends, not giving Shoukaku any time to get used to the double penetration. The inky-black cock in her mouth slid down her throat only to pull halfway back, soon plunging straight back down a second later. In contrast the Fallen Angel behind her simply jerked its hips forth wildly, sheathing its inhumanly-big cock all the way inside her womanhood and pulling out all the way to the tip, allowing it to slam itself back into her sex each time.
Spit wetted her chin and Shoukaku cringed, shutting her eyes as she tried to ignore the sensation. She grabbed the monster in front of her by the hips and tried pushing it off – and succeeded. She gasped in lungfuls of air, the wet cock smearing saliva over her face as she inhaled desperate breaths – only for the monster to pull her hair and shove itself back into her mouth, face-fucking her even more violently than before.
''Mmph! Mm, Mn!'' Shoukaku's muffled sounds did little to stop the two monsters – doubly so when the one behind her reached out, snatching her wrists and forcefully pulling her arms backwards, using them like handholds as it continued to fuck her pussy.
The corrupted human's pelvis slapped against her ass audibly, each spank louder than the last as it picked up speed, pounding her pussy like she was the last woman on the planet. It went in rough and dry, reshaping her womanhood with each thrust and leaving her sore, her muted sounds of pain going ignored. Her torn kimono slipped partially off her body, her breasts exposed to the two monsters as they gleefully raped her, their cocks slamming into her mouth and pussy in unison.
At some point her rigging had been destroyed; but she honestly didn't know when. Maybe when it first penetrated her, maybe just before that; she forgot it all in a haze of pain and slapping skin. Her cervix ached as the Fallen Angel's dick slammed into her over and over again, stretching her tender insides apart with each thrust. She could feel it throbbing inside her as it kept thrusting, the meaning not lost on the carrier.
''Mmph- Mn!'' Shoukaku tried to shake her head in denial but the Fallen Angel had a tight grip on her hair, yanking her down its thick cock as it ravenously face-fucked her-
-until with a sudden hiss, it came.
Ropes of inky black cum shot into her mouth and went down her throat, instinctively making Shoukaku cough and spasm as she was forced to swallow. At the same time the other Fallen Angel kept pounding her from behind until it too came; unloading splatters of inky cum into her womb, its wild thrusts continuing even as it climaxed, making sure all of its cum got inside her.
Only once all of its cum was pumped inside her did the monsters pull out, leaving Shoukaku coughing raggedly and spitting up what little cum she hadn't swallowed; but even then the inky-black cum stuck in her throat like tar, seeping into her very flesh in a way that made her shudder in disgust.
''You...'' Shoukaku coughed, glaring weakly up at the two looming monsters.
A thud echoed next to her and drew her gaze, wincing as she found Zuikaku in a similar state to her, black cum oozing from her defiled pussy. Weakly she reached out and took Zuikaku's hand in her own, pulling her brunette sister close – shooting a spiteful glare at the Fallen Angels, all of whom seemed to be savouring their moment of weakness.
However soon they wanted more, their inky-black hands reaching for them-
Thnk-!
Only for a golden arrow to pierce through the head of one Fallen Angel and hit the one next to it, blowing part of their heads off.
Black blood splattered across the concrete and the other Fallen Angels turned, but in what felt like a second multiple more golden arrows shot out of the mist – muted sounds echoed as they pierced through the skulls of all the Fallen Angels with unerring accuracy, downing the entire mob in seconds. They didn't regenerate from getting their brains blown out.
However Shoukaku's gaze wasn't on the monsters, but on the two cloak-clad figures that marched out of the mist towards them, shadows obscuring their faces until they were standing right in front of them.
Zuikaku's eyes widened at the face beneath one of the hoods.
''You...''
Lavender eyes stared back, a hint of a smile on their lips.
''Mm. Long time no see.''
[END]
A/N: Next: Ibuki and Cooper.