RE-Production

A Short Story by Bo Blackstar

[Resident Evil, Ada Wong, f/monster, non-con, horror, parasite, implantation, implied birthing, ambiguous Bad End]

“G will be a creature of pure instinct, driven only by a need to survive and reproduce.”

“G’s most remarkable feature will be its intense desire to reproduce. It will instinctively search out humans … and implant an embryo in them.”

“Subject … mutated into G form and was introduced to a group of 30 test subjects. After 2 hours and 36 minutes, it was observed that all but one of the test subjects had been implanted with an embryo.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“You have the sample?” the voice buzzed over the radio.

“Confirmed,” Ada replied. The mercenary looked at the little vial in her hand. Such a small thing. She was leaning against a concrete wall somewhere in the upper levels of Raccoon City’s sewer system. Getting out of the collapsing NEST facility with a wounded leg and a fresh gunshot through her shoulder hadn’t been easy, and she needed a rest.

“Can’t stop just yet,” she reminded herself, and hit the button on the radio. “Send extraction.”

The radio crackled again. “Extraction inbound. We have U.S.S. activity in the area. What is your position?”

“Should still be somewhere above NEST,” Ada reported. “I’ll have an exact location when I reach the surface. Just send the chopper now.” She lightly touched the bloody bandage over her gunshot, wincing. “I’m going to need medical attention.”

“Understood.”

Ada took a slow breath, fighting off exhaustion. She clipped the little radio to her shoulder holster and drew her pistol again. No spare ammo, one full magazine, nine shots. “Here we go,” the mercenary told herself, and resumed her climb out of Raccoon City’s monster-infested underbelly. Her red cocktail dress and black stockings were stained and torn. She walked with a limp, her right arm straining to lift her gun, but she pressed on regardless. “Almost out of this,” she sighed.

After one more climb up a ladder, Ada finally found herself at ground level. She took in the scene. A thoroughly trashed room, various bottles of chemicals on the shelves. One larger shelf had been pushed over, knocking a heavy wooden table on its side. Between the table and shelf was the body of a young woman with an unnatural pallor to her skin. Ada kept her eye on the body as she moved around and out of the room. In the hall was another corpse, this one with half its face melted.

“Chief Irons,” Ada noted. “I’d heard you were two-faced.” Her eyes narrowed, and she knelt down to inspect the gaping wound in the dead man’s torso. “What happened here?”

From somewhere uncomfortably close, an almost song-like moan crept through the old building.

“On second thought, I don’t want to know.” Ada looked to the windows, and found them barred. “Great…” Gripping her pistol a little harder, she limped her way down the hall, through a smashed door, and out into the next room. Children’s toys were all around. Something big had come through the front doors at some point, and had done so with such force that the front of the building had partially collapsed. Stained glass was littered around broken stone and wood piled higher than Ada’s head.

“Dammit.” Ada grabbed her radio. “This is Wong. I’m in the Raccoon City Orphanage. Front entrance is blocked, I’m looking for another exit.”

“Roger,” the radio crackled back. “Move fast, we can’t circle for too long.”

Ada clipped the radio back in place. “I’d like to see you move faster in heels,” she muttered, and started ascending the stairs. As she did, she heard that unnerving, lilting moan again, louder this time. A moment of hesitation passed, Ada looking back at the collapsed entrance. She rolled her eyes and huffed in frustration, lifting her pistol once again and proceeding as quickly and carefully as she could.

The upstairs was dim, illuminated mostly by streetlights from outside shining in through the windows. Above the general grime on her outfit, Ada smelled something new. It was like sweat and spit on flesh, and it permeated the area. That inhuman song came again, now very close. A door on the wall to her left was ajar, a light shining out of it, and Ada quickly determined that was where the sound was coming from. She could also now make out an unpleasant sliding and squelching noise coming from the same source. The mercenary took a deep breath, set her sights on the room’s other exit, and slipped out of her high heels before starting to cautiously make her way around the toys and cribs that seemed haphazardly thrown around. In the shadowy room, every step seemed to take an eternity. Ada struggled to keep her breathing steady, fighting down stabs of pain from her leg and the burning ache in her shoulder. Her eyes kept flicking between her path and the partially opened door where some fresh new horror was waiting just out of view. She kept imagining a big eye or long tongue coming into view, but she saw nothing. The only signs were the haunting moans, that odd shuffling, and the reek of wet flesh.

A large, old crib was pushed up against the door she’d been moving towards. As carefully as possible, trying to rely on her good leg for leverage, Ada gently slid the crib across the floor until she was able to slip through the door and into the next hallway. She checked the windows first. Unbarred, but they led to a drop. She needed to get out onto the roof somehow, or find a back exit.

The thing in the other room made a new sound, a strained sort of gasp, and then something that sounded like it was throwing up.

Ada didn’t know if it had heard her moving the crib, but wasn’t about to take the chance. She hurried toward the end of the hall, only to find the door locked. “Oh, come on,” she whispered, and knelt down to pull her lockpick from its hiding place at the top of her stocking. The mercenary set to work on the lock, grimacing at the strain it put on her shoulder, and faltered for a moment in a wave of lightheadedness. “Come on,” she told herself. “Get the job done.”

Hearing a noise behind her, Ada turned to see some hideous little tadpole creature slithering toward her in a hurry, a second following quickly out of the door she’d just come through. “Dammit!” she hissed, dropping her pick to pull up her pistol. She fired when the creature was just a few feet away, blasting the thing to death in a burst of acrid fluids. The second creature jumped as she fired, her bullet biting into the floor where it had just been, right in front of a third scurrying horror. Ada’s eyes widened as she saw the underside of the leaping little monster, which was far too reminiscent of a human mouth. Acting with honed instinct and reflexes, the mercenary dropped to her butt and swiped with her left hand to knock the airborne assailant away from her face. She put two rounds into it before it could right itself and try again.

Ada turned to deal with the third cat-sized critter, but it too burst into sudden motion just as she was about to fire. Instead of leaping at her face, this one launched itself forward, and right up the savvy spy’s sanguine dress. “Hey!” Ada yelled, immediately reaching for the aggressive mutant. She tugged at its slippery tadpole body, kicking and squirming on the floor as it flailed between her legs. She could feel its human teeth scraping and nipping at her thighs while is horrid little tendrils tried to propel it somehow further into her lap. Gritting her teeth against the pain in her shoulder, Ada used both hands to grip the minute monster and wrench it out from under her dress. There was more resistance, and a tug around her hips as Ada realized that the thing had captured her underwear between its teeth and wouldn’t let go! “Get… off!” she shouted, and finally hurled the ugly thing back down the hall, shreds of her black panties still clenched in its disconcerting jaws. Panting, she reclaimed her pistol and fired at the thing, just barely missing as it scuttled around the corner of the hall. Before the mercenary could catch her breath, the door to the nursery was bashed open and a new nightmare forced its way into the hall.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Ada groaned.

It looked as if it might have been human, but the whole left side of its body was a swollen, elephantine mess of slimy, bulbous flesh with a particularly large boil on the shoulder. Its more human-like right leg and arm squirmed about in almost comical disproportion as it started moving down the hall toward her. An elongated neck surged out of the grotesque central mass, ending in a head that appeared to be bifurcated. It let out a wailing, pained moan as it approached. The stench of hot, wet flesh was overpowering.

Ada let off two shots into the monster’s face, but it only writhed in discomfort and kept right on coming. Two shots left. The mercenary took a deep breath, forcing herself into a ready crouch. The hideous thing took up nearly the entire hallway. There was only one way past it. She held her position and waited, her chest heaving as it drew near. The creature reared back with its bulbous arm, and Ada acted. She put a round into its face and sprang up, launching herself right over its reaching arm. She rolled over its slimy, misshapen back and landed on her feet on the other side.

“Aagh!” A stab of pain from her leg wound sent stars through the spy’s vision, and she collapsed to her knees. A swipe from the monster’s smaller arm across her hip as it turned around shoved her prone. Jaw clenched tightly, Ada rolled to her back and tried to scoot away, but the thing was already on her. Its deformed arm snatched her up into its grimy grasp and hoisted her from the floor. The monster brought its grotesque face close, and Ada shoved her gun into its mouth. She pulled the trigger until the gun clicked, and then a few more times out of sheer desperation.

With a gargling hiss, the creature’s face pulled back and then split open in four flaps. From within came a long, worm-like mouth that opened up like a fleshy flower as well and surged toward the mercenary’s face.

“No…” Ada exhaled, her eyes wide. She dropped her pistol and brought her hands up, trying to hold back the monster’s horrible worm-mouth. Each flap of its maw was covered with dozens of wriggling cilia, all coiling around her hands and fingers as she struggled to keep it at bay. “Get… off… me!” Her shoulder burned, her arms trembled, and her head spun as the mutant squeezed her around the middle. With a scream of anger and terror, Ada’s strength failed. The worm-like mouth of the mutant closed around her head, her cries suddenly muffled. The spy’s legs continued to kick in the air as a wave of hot, toxic-smelling fluid poured over her face and washed down her neck before slipping over her shoulders and down across her heaving chest. A new dizziness came over her at once, her kicking and slapping at the monster becoming sluggish and confused. New focus was only found when something from within the horrid worm-mouth began pressing against the mercenary’s lips.

Ada felt the room spin, and then her back was against the floor again. The monster was still over her with its maw latched to her head, trying to force something into her mouth. In a panic, Ada flailed beneath the creature. The G sample she’d worked so hard to retrieve fell free and rolled away. Her constant kicking worked her cocktail dress up to her hips, the mercenary now bare from the waist down save for her ripped black stockings. Something clattered and then crackled on the ground near her head, her radio knocked loose.

“Wong,” the voice called from the other side. “Extraction is in the area. Status report.”

With an uncoordinated hand, Ada slapped around until she felt the radio, and pressed the button down with all her remaining strength. “Mmmrrrmphlglglr!” She screamed as loud as she could, the poison and fatigue robbing her strength ever more until her jaw loosened, and the wriggling thing from within the monster forced its way into her mouth. Ada tried to bite down or spit the thing out, but the parasite would not be denied. It squirmed its way over the mercenary’s tongue and down her throat, a slight bulge marking its passage as it claimed its place within her.

Ada abandoned the radio, clawing at the creature with feeble fingers. It let out a screech of satisfaction, and she felt the top of her dress ripped down by its smaller hand. The dripping ooze from the monster spattered down over the exposed spy while she continued to writhe pathetically beneath the mutated beast. Something new crawled across her torso, and Ada realized that the horrid little panty-stealing tadpole had returned. It’s disgustingly human-like mouth closed around her breast, nipping and suckling at it out of a nightmarishly displaced instinct. Ada groaned in shameful defeat, her limbs barely responding anymore as the toxin rendered her body limp. pliant, and feverishly hot.

Something latched to her thigh, licking at her through her stocking before starting to roam higher. Ada’s struggles returned as she recognized the second worm-like appendage making its way toward her exposed lower body. The toxin rendered her kicks lethargic and ineffectual, her screams reduced to muffled groaning under the grotesque creature. Her hips were lifted. The second worm-maw slid across her crotch and ass, exploring with its salivating cilia. Ada groaned again as an unnatural, toxin-driven tingle shot through her body at the sensation. The hideous appendage gripped and sucked at her at a casual pace, until settling its grip over her round butt. The monster lifted her leg with its smaller arm, and the spy cried out as she felt something hot, wet, and wriggling against her puckered asshole. The thing pushed itself in a couple inches, but as it got wider her natural tightness resisted. The worm-mouth squeezed, trying to drive in the writhing parasite with repeated thrusts into Ada’s backdoor.

Barely able to flex her muscles at this point, Ada wailed within the first mouth of the monster. The tadpole abandoned her breast, leaving behind a stiff nipple surrounded with reddened flesh. It crawled lower, investigating its parent’s recent discoveries, and after a few exploratory bites along Ada’s mons and thigh it settled over her pussy. Ada tried without success to close her thighs as the smaller monster nipped and sucked at her folds. It tasted and tested her for a minute before extending a long, prehensile mockery of a tongue and plunging it into the mercenary’s channel. Ada moaned pathetically, trembling under the multi-front assault. Her body felt like it was burning, tingling all over and twitching in response to the monsters’ touch, her head spinning. She could hardly form a coherent thought past the fog of the poison.

With a great push, the hulking mutant shoved the slimy embryo into Ada’s ass, where it continued to slither and crawl.

Just let it end… Ada thought. Then she felt a second hot, squirming thing pressed against her ass, and yet another pushed past her lips. She could feel them moving inside her, as well as the quivering of the monster above her as it throbbed with the urge to deposit more of its spawn. Her back arched, her voice a gargling scream as she was made to take more, the tadpole thing licking and slurping at her in a frenzy all the while. The only reprieve was the darkness that came soon after.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Report.”

The agent known by the codename Clutch knelt down, picking up a vial as her squad kept an eye out. “Located the G sample. We found Wong’s radio and gun, empty. She’s not here now. Clear signs of engagement with B.O.W.s.”

“But you have the sample?”

“Affirmative. Orders?”

There was a long pause, the armed mercenaries sharing uncomfortable glances while they waited.

“Send Shade with the sample back to the chopper,” the voice came back over their headsets. “The rest of you have five minutes. If you can’t find Wong by then, we leave without her.”

“Understood.” Clutch passed the sample to Shade, who nodded and headed out at once.

“Five minutes?” Smudge complained, shaking his head.

“And counting,” Clutch nodded. “I want this level swept yesterday, then we check out the ladder leading underground. Wonder, the fuck are you looking at?”

The short medic held out the article she’d found, and a chill ran up Clutch’s spine.

It was a ripped pair of black lace underwear.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Ada screamed into the dank, dim chamber, her body straining and shuddering. At last, it ended. She collapsed on her back, catching her breath for a moment before lifting her head. With blurry vision she watched the new tadpoles slither away, and grimaced in disgust. The mercenary forced herself to roll over, and then pushed herself up on her hands and knees. The “ground” beneath her pulsed. It was soft and warm, and with dawning horror Ada realized she was on an island of living, throbbing flesh somewhere deep underground. Her stockings had a few more tears, her cocktail dress had been lost somewhere in transit, and much of her body dripped with slime.

A groan nearby got her attention, and Ada looked over to see bodies strewn around the flesh-island. One of them, his eyes white and one leg missing, was stirring. The zombie turned toward the woman and started crawling toward her with a hiss.

“Dammit,” Ada cursed. Her limbs were still shaky, but she was past the point of caring about pain, uncertain if the mutant’s intoxicating poison might have something to do with that. While the zombie crawled, the exhausted spy removed one of her stockings and wound each end around one of her hands, leaving a taut length between. She waited until it came within reach and lunged for her, then intercepted its ravenous jaws with the length of fabric. Fighting its grasping hands, she got behind the one-legged zombie and twisted the stocking around the back of its head to lock it in place. While the zombie chomped and grabbed at her, Ada made a series of careful turns and rolls, tightening the grip of her improvised weapon and using it to twist the zombie’s head clockwise. At last, with a heave and a kick, the mercenary managed to twist hard enough to spin the zombie’s head clean around, severing the spine at the neck, and the monster went limp.

Ada fell against a mound of gently “breathing” flesh and panted. A lot of the poison seemed to be out of her system, but even that minor scuffle had taken just about everything out of her, and she still had no idea where she was or how to get out. She was surrounded by heat and slime and pulsing flesh, the atmosphere cloying and filled with constant sloshing or squishing sounds.

The dead zombie next to her jerked wildly, and Ada quickly scooted away from it. “What the…?” The fallen monster’s chest cavity burst open, and another sickening tadpole flopped onto the flesh-island. It squirmed for a few seconds before setting its sights on the woman and slithering toward her. “No! Get away!” she shouted, batting weakly at the thing as it launched itself at her face. The tadpole hissed and flapped against her upper body, getting a hold here and there with its human teeth while its tendrils wiggled around excitedly.

In response to the noise, the large room echoed with the anguished, sing-song moans of the monstrous mutant that had capture Ada. Her chest felt suddenly hollow. It sounded like there was a chorus of them. A loud slosh heralded the appearance of one of the bloated creatures on the flesh-island, and Ada choked down a sob when she saw two more misshapen monsters moving through the dim red light behind it.

Clenching her teeth in anger and refusal, Ada started to crawl away from the oncoming mutants, slapping or kicking at the aggressive tadpole whenever she could. “Not again,” she muttered under her breath. “Not again…”

A heavy thud ahead of her stopped the mercenary in her tracks. Looming over her was another monster, this one swollen and grotesque from the chest down, its arms and head looking like a grim, pale mirror of a human being, shot through with dark veins. Ada rose up to her knees only to be stomped onto her back by the monster’s bulbous leg. The other three were close, moaning with excitement as their horrid, worm-like appendages emerged. The mercenary was pinned in place, kicking and hurling insults as they closed in. Her shouts of protest were muffled again, drowned out by the noxious fluids and wriggling embryos that were forced down her throat.

The intrepid mercenary’s slime-coated body, naked save for a single black stocking, was lifted between the hulking mutants to give them better access. Ada trembled helplessly between them as they fought for positions to force their spawn into her, some of the creatures contenting themselves by suckling at her tender, tingling flesh. She hung there in their grasp, stuffed in every way, horrid abominations writhing and

incubating inside her. Her mind reeled, racing between terror, denial, and rage, a sinister surrender lurking at the edge of her thoughts.

Things began to feel distant. There were gunshots, somewhere close. Lots of them. “Stay back, you freak!” someone shouted. More shots. Ada made an effort to raise her arm, a pathetic gurgle the only call she was able to make.

Darkness took her again.