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Leon had been trudging through muddy paths carved through thorny vegetation for the better part of a day now. He'd already encountered the locals, all of whom had their bodies overtaken by some kind of monstrous parasite.
It was Raccoon City all over again but worse somehow. In the city, there was mostly even ground, paved roads, and sidewalks. Not to mention warm interiors with running water. Here there was none of that. He didn't even feel safe drinking the well water. Not after he blew open the abdomen of one of the rabid town folk and saw at least a dozen small worms wriggling in the open chest cavity. They were needle-thin and burrowed into the still-warm meat of the host when exposed to the light. What if it was waterborne? Those things might have completely infested the well water.
Find Ashley and get out.
Leon repeated that to himself as he searched one of the nicer homes in the village for clues or supplies. The self-motivation was necessary to keep focused. A fog had descended over his mind. Every thought felt like it was being filtered through a cheesecloth and nausea was setting in too. Concussion, maybe. He did get knocked on his ass so hard by that man in the trenchcoat that he went unconscious. It certainly wasn't the gore that was getting to him.
That would be just his luck. A head injury before he’d even set eyes on the president’s daughter. Leon considered other possibilities as he stepped carefully through the home. He passed through a dining room with an equally long table filling most of the space. Food sat prepared but untouched on plates. Leon scrunched his face at the stench of rotting potatoes and spoiled meat.
Maybe that was it. The smell. Everything had been left at a standstill in the village. On the way in, Leon saw the livestock neglected, chewing on moldy hay. Leon sniffed the air and caught an acrid sweetness. It seemed to follow him from room to room. If it wasn’t a concussion or the worms, then it was definitely the stench of the place.
It clung to everything with a nauseating persistence. When he inhaled, he felt like his breakfast was pushing its way up his esophagus. Covering his mouth and nose didn't help at all. It wasn’t that bad a few minutes prior.
He pushed on, opening drawers and cabinets as he went. Inside a cupboard, Leon found a white box packed with rifle ammunition. He could hardly find it in him to be thankful, even though he was desperately in need of ammo. It only made him worried that he’d encounter a local with an assault rifle at some point. The ones waving axes and chainsaws at him were intimidating enough.
Leon pushed at the handle of a room upstairs. It stubbornly pushed back at him, rattling in its frame. Leon shoved an indignant shoulder against it and on the second impact, he went tumbling to the floor when it finally flew open.
At least no one was around to see that. There was also no one to see Leon just lay there for a second too long afterward. On his way from the doorway to the floor, his stomach did a flip and now he was feeling a little too much like a shaken can of soda.
Leon’s eyes scanned the room. There were signs of past use, just like the floor below. The bed, a queen-sized mattress covered in several layers of blankets and sheets, was unmade. There were dust-free circles on the end table too, where a glass of water might have been placed before sleeping. Everything else was undisturbed, probably sitting in the same spot untouched for months. Another quick sweep of the room, this time on his feet, found nothing useful besides an ache in one knee that kept him from standing in one place too long.
His eyes fell onto the ornate bed with invitingly fluffy blankets. Not even the bed he had back at home looked so inviting. Leon tested the mattress and felt it spring back with a faint creak. The decision to lay down was an impulsive one, but he knew the headache still pounding in his skull would ease some once faced with a few minutes of real rest. The sheets felt like a cool breeze on his sweat-damp skin, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.
The sound of splintering wood jostled him back to the present. He sat up, looking around frantically for the source of the noise. The door that closed behind him was jammed again and someone was trying to force it open.
The door burst open, sending the man halfway across the room. He caught himself on his arms and slowly brought himself to his feet. Leon had seen the same body language in the others: a blank, thousand-yard stare and sluggish movements as if there was no urgency in bringing an axe to his skull.
Leon whipped his arm out at the man, finger already poised on the trigger. A bullet put a neat hole in his assailant's forehead and a messy one out the back. His face tore into ribbons of flesh and skull that reminded Leon too much of a peeled banana. Heads weren’t supposed to do that but then again, people weren’t supposed to be able to stand on two feet after their skull popped like a balloon either.
Bam! A 9mm shell clicked lightly onto the hardwood floor and rolled away. There was a new hole in the man’s shoulder, but the body didn’t hit the floor. It jolted and from the stump, writhing red emerged.
A ringing suddenly drilled into his brain. Instantly, his head pounded with an oncoming migraine and a full-body shiver.
The wet pop coming from the still standing corpse felt like a nail hammered directly into his ear. Leon clutched his head, trying to fight his seizing muscles just to look up. Twisted flesh lined with teeth and sinewy muscle rose out of the bleeding stump. A cluster of eyes embedded into the mass shuddered and then all at once focused on Leon.
“What the fuck,” Leon managed to gag in bewildered confusion. He reflexively lifted his SG-09 R and fired again into it. Big mistake. If the meaty pop a second earlier was a nail to the brain, the gun firing was like being tased.
The creature staggered, momentarily stunned by the impact of the shot. This afforded Leon a precious few seconds to attempt to catch his breath and move but the air around him had grown thicker and more oppressive. Despite gulping in air, he couldn't seem to get enough oxygen into his lungs. No time to just sit there. Leon jerked to his side, rolling across the bed and onto the floor to put some distance between himself and the creature. The wooden bedposts rattled as a bony blade lashed outwards just as his back hit the floor.
Leon caught a glimpse of the red, stringy thing whipping over him. At the very end, a jagged bone growth that could easily cut into flesh, if what it did to the furniture was any indication. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The floorboards creaked under muddy boots. Leon’s head snapped up, and the severity of the situation began to dawn on him. It was coming around the bed and when it found him, it’d tear him to shreds.
He tried to will his body into action, to push through the fever but it didn’t.
Beads of sweat began to roll down his forehead, “I can’t… die like this.” The ringing in his head was gone now, but it left him with everything else. He could feel the heat radiating from his core, and it was getting harder to catch his breath with each passing moment.
The creature rounded the corner and gave Leon a closer look at its hideousness. Leon had seen worse, but still he felt his sickness deepen at the sight. Then… it did nothing.
It just stood there with its worm-like outgrowth swiping at the open space above its head. Was it blind? No, there were too many eyes for it to not see Leon prone on the ground. Leon didn’t dare move, in case it reacted to sound or motion. The only other time he’d seen this behavior was when the church bell rang. Leon strained his ears but only heard the whisper of wind.
Then it was moving again, crouching onto one knee. Leon gasped and reached for his knife only for his fingers to refuse to unclench. Instead, he felt firm hands lift him by the shoulders. His body was stiff, and when he struggled against the thing’s grip, it only made his paralysis worse. He was lifted to the edge of the bed, then dropped onto his chest.
Leon forced his head to the side, “Thanks for the help, I guess…” he rasped bitterly. He couldn’t see what was happening now that he was turned around but he very soon felt the hands on him again. They were rummaging through his hip pouches and patting down his sides.
“Hey, no touching!” Leon croaked as he tried to raise his voice.
Whatever it was looking for, it didn’t find it. He could still feel his pistol in his grip, and the shotgun strapped to his back. Both of those would be easy enough to take. Its hands went back up to the waistband, aggressively jostling him to get at Leon’s belt. What was this, a shake-down?
“You’re not going to find any spare change down there,” Leon threw out sarcastically as he finally felt his breath coming back to him. The belt was eventually forced loose, but instead of robbing him, it pulled at the back of his pants, “—Hey!”
Leon felt the open air on his backside sending a rash of goosebumps all over. He shivered and searched for an explanation— anything other than what immediately came to his mind. Another rash of goosebumps prickled his bare skin as he felt prodding fingers feel between his legs.
They spread him, a second hand joining the first to pry his lower lips apart and reveal the untouched hole just beneath. Even this much was humiliating, much less what the thing no doubt intended to do. Leon dipped his hips to the side but the hands stayed, chasing him and pressing his pelvis into the bed further. The mattress dipped to the left as a knee settled next to him for support until he was practically stapled into place. It needed him subdued so that it could violate him, but his meager struggling in a weakened state didn’t do much more than make the bed squeak beneath them.
“Nnrgh!” In this position, he couldn’t see what was being pushed into his unprepared pussy, but it wriggled into him like a snake. He finally willed life into his limbs, swinging an arm out onto the sheets to drag himself away from the monster. Everything was happening too fast, all he wanted was a few minutes to rest and now he was being taken advantage of.
Adrenaline was kicking in, helping him shake off his ailment. In the returning clarity, he smelled the same pungence that sent him over the edge in the first place. It didn’t sink into his stomach though. It passed right through him and wrapped him in the very same sweetness it advertised.
His body relaxed around the intrusion, drinking in the scent which he now realized was partially due to his assailant. It pushed at his inner walls, struggling to dig deeper into him. The dry discomfort disappeared soon after. As if he'd been pumped full of lube, there was a tingling wetness that built up to allow the monster easier passage. There was clearly something wrong with him, and this thing wanted it.
It filled him almost completely, and as it slithered into his gut, he felt where mutated muscle bulged and dipped. He heaved, but whatever was wrong with him wouldn’t afford him the privilege of being able to empty his stomach. He felt hips connect with his bare ass finally. It grinded into him with a squealch.
Above him, the parasite chittered in what Leon could only assume was satisfaction. It was enjoying the opportunity to test the limits of its stolen prize.
Then it was actually moving. The pounding of its hips against his ass was audible and sloppy and so rough that Leon struggled to keep himself steady. Each connection pushed dangerously at his walls. Never in his life had Leon felt this sort of bloat- a fullness that crushed some inner nerves and made his fingertips tingle with numbness.
A never-ending tentacle fed into his hole like he was made for it. It built up inside, pushing and pushing against the entrance to his womb until finally, it gave. Greedily, the tentacle pushed even further. Then the monster slowed to an insistent nudging that jostled Leon further forward until his face crammed into the silky covers.
“Guuugh,” Leon moaned as vertigo set in. Even with his eyes closed tight, the world spun around him. At the base, the tendril widened, spreading Leon's entrance almost to the point of pain.
It passed into him and relief took his breath now that the strain had passed. Except, it didn't. It just moved, the lump passed through the winding length within him and continued until the same lump was prying open his cervix. Leon braced himself, trying to pull his hips up and away but he instead fumbled into a better position to be used.
Something dropped like a stone into his stomach. The weight was palpable and the slight stretch of his skin made his abdomen feel tight. He pried a shaking hand from the sheets and moved it under him to pat his midriff. It bulged under his touch. Leon bit back a scream from the pure horror of it, he couldn't wipe the image of the same worm-like abomination bursting out of him, sending bits of him flying like confetti.
Once more, he experienced the unmistakable pressure of the creature shoving yet another stone into his body. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt. In fact, it almost felt like nothing at all, like he'd been numbed. All he could feel was the pressure of his organs making room for another and another.
“What are you doing to me…” Leon tried to claw at the sheets, palms bunching up the fabric in one hand while the other reaffirmed its grip on the SG-09 R. The pistol! Leon had somehow forgotten he was armed but now that he was aware of the trigger under his index finger, he shakily lifted the muzzle behind him. With his head mostly buried into the bed, he could hardly see where he was aiming.
A spray of red painted the back wall. It was unbothered by the wound. It kept grinding its hips into Leon's ass and still he could feel the near endless threading of it's dick into him. His body was, at the same time, trying to reject the foreign objects. As the parasite bored into Leon's womb, his every muscle contracted and clamped down on invading tendrils. They squirmed like serpents inside him, spreading out and biting into him so they couldn't be forced out.
Blam! Blam! two more shots, chipped away at the monster's body. It was blown back, but not enough to withdraw.
The monster froze as a final shot blew a significant chunk out of the aberrant mass that was its head. The flailing tentacles dropped limply over its chest and it teetered in place before slumping down onto Leon.
“Ugh. I'll pass on the cuddling,” Leon mumbled as he tried to shrug the body off of him. He was far too aware of the sporadic twitching of its death throes deep inside him. With an exhausted shrug, Leon rolled the body off of him and it sunk into the bed like a log which also yanked the tentacle-like cock straight out of him. It unraveled like an uncoiling rope. Even with the monster flat on its back next to him, it still took another foot of separation before Leon finally felt empty.
A string of mucous dripped out of him, sliding between his abused lower lips and onto the now sweat-soaked sheets. Leon was afraid to move for fear of seeing what that thing did to him. He reached back with an unsteady hand and shivered at the way his fingers slid through the slickness between his legs. It was dribbling down his thigh now too. Gross.
After catching his breath, Leon sat up, shoulders heavily hunched and eyes steadfastly closed. It was clear between his fingers and bringing it to his nose, all he could smell was himself. He tried to wipe himself clean with the blankets when he realized the numbness had spread. It must have been that… slime, whatever it was. For the first time that night, Leon felt thankful. He couldn't imagine how much more that would have hurt if he weren't being pumped full of localized anesthetic.
When he stood, he couldn't hold his curiosity back. He finally glanced down, hand testing his profile. His palm traced the slight curve of his abdomen. It was bigger, but not noticeably so- like he had a regrettably large dinner.
He wished he hadn’t glanced to the side where that thing lay motionless. Several growing spots of red dotted its shirt, and a chunk was missing from the “head” too. What was most eye-catching, though, was the mutant growth coming from the lower body. It looked like an exposed organ, stringy meat that wrapped around a venous pink sac that tapered into another long tentacle. It was covered in uneven soft spines and at the very end, the head split into four sections where he could see the inside was hollow. All of it was coated in a thin layer of the same slime that oozed out of him. That was inside him- all of it.
Leon grimaced, “I need a bath.”