The sounds of heavy footsteps and iron cleaving through rock tore through the rubble strewn ruins of a former outpost long laid to ruin, echoing throughout the cramped interiors of an unnatural hole dug out in the depths of the dead birch forest, an endless stretch of twisted dead trees spreading out as far as the eye could see into the smokey darkness of night as something within the circular gouge in the forest floor stirred to the sounds of battle.
In the middle of the clearing where the ruined man made structure still stood, a single armored man hefted a halberd with a single hand, sturdy frame swinging it with unrelenting force as he tore through the surrounding building along with the hulking shells of glowing, orange slug like creatures as they approached in a never ending swarm emerging from the depths of the surrounding dead forest, their fluorescent blood coating the battle scarred armor, giving the singular wicked horn jutting out above his mask an ominous aura.
A lone demon holding back the horde of Originium mutated animals as his comrades escaped.
But the end seemed to be in sight, noticing how their relentless charge had been slowed to a crawl as the horned man continued to cut down the incoming horde. He just might be able to make it through this alive and regroup with what little remained of the Mudrock Squad…
But what came next however, would surprise even the veteran warrior as he felt himself freeze midswing, the blood of the many Originium infected creatures coating him glowing a sickly yellow as earth began to rise up around him, constricting his limbs in an instant as he drops his weapon in surprise, grunting in panic as he struggled to free himself of the impossibly sturdy binding composed of silt and stone in a fashion he’d seen multiple times before.
These were the Art’s of his squad leader; the imposing giant that gave his squad their namesake; Mudrock. But how had these mindless creatures learned to cast them?
Meanwhile, the ferocious horde had stopped their onslaught. Paws, segmented limbs and slimy bodies not moving an inch forward even with their prey rendered helpless before their rending claws and piercing spines.
Instead, the horde parted before the approach of a small silhouette amidst the outlines of its larger companions, its bright pink glow contrasting it from the others as it slowly made its way towards the immobilized Sarkaz soldier, stopping his struggles as his focus shifts to the adorable thing sidling up to him, it’s midnight black shell devoid of offensive spikes like the rest of its brethren as it stopped before his feet, bulbous head gazing up towards him in silent appraisal.
It had been less than a second before the doomed Sarkazian realized what was happening as all he could see was darkness, his entire body engulfed in the black sludge of the seemingly harmless Originium Slug as it exploded into a devouring mass of goo as the horde of infected creatures soon resumed their march, as if driven by an impulse to submerge themselves in the sludge surrounding the struggling silhouette of the armored man as muffled yells of rage and defiance penetrated the thick coating.
Beneath the dark waters, the Sarkazian man would find his armor proving to be useless as the liquefied form of the slug began to leak through the microscopic cracks and gaps in his armor, filtering in through his mask and open spaces between the joints as he felt the eerie cold of the slug against his bare skin, only driving his resistance further as he tried everything at his disposal to free himself of this bondage as he felt more and more of it fill the interior of his armor, launching offensive Art’s to no avail as it all seemed to be absorbed into the darkness before any real effect could take place.
It also ensured no harm would come of its prey as explosive Art’s that normally would’ve decimated an entire city block were nullified within its body before the concussive waves and fiery balls of fire could even hope to scorch the armor of the poor Sarkazian trapped within, rendered into a still horned sculpture as the goopy Originium Slug’s body tightened around him, it's cold fluids now suffocating the man as it filtered through his mask and over his face, taking the opportunity as he yelled out in fear to pour into his open mouth, gagging him as he felt the disgusting ooze slide down his throat and deeper inside of him
The man could only force a weakened groan out of him as he felt the slug slide itself into his ear canals, flooding his skull and consuming the vulnerable organ critical to his very function as a living all while an unbearable pain engulfed his mind like a searing, white-hot iron against his very soul..relieving him of a painful existence in a world that seemed to show no mercy to people like him.
Before it all went dark…
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As the last of the Originium warped monsters became one with the central mass, activity seemed to spike within the frozen statuette of the being that had once cut down so many of their number, the solid armored bulk of the mannequin beginning to ripple with movement as the assimilated Sarkazian’s body began to reshape at the behest of the new controlling intelligence that had subsumed his mind, armor and fabric shifting in place as it’s body began to grow larger in size as the simple, form fitting armor began to gain mass, bulking up several times its original size into a massive humanoid figure that emphasized overpowering strength as its hulking frame gained thicker layers of Art’s and elemental resistant fabric, thick titanium plates enforcing the exterior as the simple mask evolved into an intimidating horned helmet reminiscent of the knights of old with a slit visor and dulled chin horns to instill fear upon the wearer’s enemies.
But one would expect an equally Herculean individual to be behind the armor, a hulking monster perhaps, bulging with muscle and animalistic fury foaming at its mouth?
Behind the toughened fabric and armor lay no such monster. Instead, another thick layer of Art’s induced mechanisms and armor fabricated from the same one that had bound the helpless Sarkaz in place worked to keep the massive, oversized suit of armor working in tandem with its regular sized occupant, who was started to look less and less like his former self as he lay still at the heart of the new suit, his body absorbing most of the liquefied darkness composed of the Originium abominations as his sun-tanned skin began to pale and soften, removing itself of any and all blemishes as his crew cut began to pour down his curvaceous back and slender shoulders in long curtains of silky smooth hair, a platinum silver coloration following after from his invigorated scalp but not replacing the original brown, ending off with a neat brown highlight to contrast his eye catching silver mane.
As the tips of his new smooth head of hair tickle his fattening rear, a soft sigh escapes the softening lips of the unconscious Sarkazian, no longer resembling much of his battle weary self as most of his well trained muscles had been eaten away in exchange for soft, curvy arms and legs, a toned belly throbbing with movement as the goo worked its magic, internal organs forcing his hips outwards as they shifted to make way for the new set of reproductive organs now pulsing with warmth right above the slender slope of sensitive flesh that led down to the shrivelled manhood rapidly retreating back into the new gash between plump thighs that complemented the childbearing hips above, bestowing him with a wondrous hourglass figure that most women would envy as another gasp of shock left the Sarkazian in response to the kick in her foreign insides as the head of her former manhood slurped back inside of her, giving her a taste of her new sensitive innards as it soon re-emerged atop of the fully functional vagina as nothing more than a sensitive nub of flesh that twitched ever so slightly as the goop emptied itself out of their hosts new cavity with their work finished, sending electric shocks of unfamiliar pleasure through the unconscious body of the Sarkazian female as her hips thrusted back and forth rapidly in shock, her new assets jiggling atop her once flat pectorals as the fat pink nipples at their tips turned hard and erect, aching to be pinched as she drooled at the lips, her beautiful crimson eyes staring deadpan into the dark as emotionless groans and guttural moans escaped her tantalizing lips at the sensations of raw pleasure coursing through her body as her empty head was racked in the throes of an orgasm, the mind rending pain of two additional horns erupting from her dainty skin forcing yet another throb of enjoyment through the empty headed woman that was starting to resemble the former man’s squad leader.
Not like he even knew who it was that laid within the overpowering frame of armor and fury that had burned the name Mudrock far and wide with their accomplishments and sheer talents in both Art and physical capability.
And even if he did know, not a shred of it remained within the brain currently wrapped up tight in thick black mucus as it inserted probes and tendrils all over, rewriting and merging itself with the soft tissue beneath.
Almost finished with their work, color began to return to the hulking armored frame that had been slumped over in a standing position with its occupant not yet ready to direct it; the same dirty white color returning over it’s surface as deep black and saturated orange highlights filled in for the metallics. Soon, the only thing left in the silence of the dilapidated ruins and dead birch forest was the lone figure of the newly fashioned suit of armor with the surrounding black slime fully merged into its very being, the unconscious occupant within needing one last touch up before she could roam freely once more.
The newborn woman let out an animalistic cry that came out as a distorted roar from the inner workings of her helmet as she threw her head back, sending her lovely mane all over the place within the cramped confines of the suit as her skull burned with a renewed fire, nerves and neurons firing on all pistons as the tiny remnants of the seemingly harmless Originium Slug and its compatriots fused with the brain of their host, a fiery heat distorting the memories of the Sarkazian Warrior, the countless other bestial mutants and unexpectedly, those of the Sarkazian woman a certain special slug had encountered the day before her squad had made the move through the forest, bidding the adorable pink harmless thing goodbye as she donned her imposing helmet to hide herself once more as she rejoined her squad.
The same woman it had replicated to the best of its ability using the provided biomass it had its simplistic allies procure for it using a touch of the woman’s abilities to finally restrain him when the opportunity arose. Driven by its innate instinct to grow, it had consumed the man without a second thought, drawing in it’s fellow mutants with its pheromones to further the evolutionary process.
With the last of it’s black goop assimilating itself into the woman’s brain, the armored hulk of her suit crumpled down to a singular knee as the new being that resembled the legendary Mudrock in appearance only stood up in an awkward gait, like a possessed mascot that could easily tear the likes of an Operator in half as she stalked off into the woods, the setting rays of the afternoon sun casting an eerie glow over the bulky figure of the armored Sarkazian woman, her helm’s triple horns catching the crimson glow of the sky before she vanished entirely from view, stalking off in a random direction as her messed up mind struggled to compose itself, the denizens of the dead forest knowing well enough to stay clear of the panting and roaring humanoid figure as the cries and screams of the poor woman beneath came out as nothing more than deep baritone roars of rage.
There was no longer a trace of the valiant warrior that had stayed behind to allow the survivors of Mudrock Squad to survive another day. In his place was a perfect replica of their leader. Or rather, the pale beauty that hid herself behind the thick, bulky suit that had become synonymous with the name Mudrock as she held her trusty hammer in one hand. Everything; from two spiky horns that grew from the back of her head and around her lovely hair to the same Oripathy scars that afflicted her body were present on the newly altered Sarkazian, his former identity as a loyal follower of Mudrock being supplanted with another entirely.
It had been a blur for the silver haired woman as she struggled to make her way through the frostbitten air of an unforgiving Kazdel night, her limbs feeling like metal as she fought an inner conflict for control over her mind, fending off misshapen beasts and magical entities, unsure of who she even was as she came across various fragments of memories that looked like it came from many individuals; the view of a forest floor as a slug ate the dew off the leaves, fighting in a war zone as nothing more than a nameless grunt, and joining a rebel movement she had begun to have doubts about? None of it made sense to the as of yet nameless girl as she fell over to the dried, cracked ground, hearing voices in the distance as searchlights came into view, the approaching footsteps of what looked like a search and rescue party coming into view.
No longer having the strength to even open her heavy eyelids, the being couldn't even act on the animalistic rage within her to pounce and shred these approaching beings to pieces as it fought for control over her, at odds with the two personalities within her that saw reason despite being nothing more than a collection of thoughts and memories.
Seeing the approaching men riled up a stray memory for a young girl struggling to survive in a place where no one offered help to another. Strange, she hadn’t remembered her unforgiving homeland as a place where one could hope for help once lost and stranded. To be in Kazdel meant to be willing to fight for one's continued existence. But that didn’t matter to her any longer as she drifted off to a deep slumber, her weary body and screaming bones demanding rest as her mind began to settle down, an unknown victor emerging from the mental battle within her head…
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It had been months since the silver haired Sarkaz warrior, otherwise known as Mudrock, had arrived at Rhodes Island. Apparently an amnesiac, she had no memory of her former life as a mercenary originating from the war-torn country of Kazdel, being found unconscious in the middle of the dead lands somewhere in the region by an elite team of Operators from RI, airlifting the exhausted Sarkazian out of the area.
Of course, they all knew that this woman was in no way the same Mudrock that another squad operating in Kazdel had claimed to be with right at the same time the Mudrock in their medical facility had begun to stir.
When they’d first found her, the doctors had been astonished as they took readings before removing the bulky helmet and unzipped the stiff layers of fabric and armor to find an unconscious woman lying naked, covered in her own sweat from head to toe as steam from her high body temperature clashed with the cold air, the reeling stench of her body odour mixed with a certain something that put a blush on the men’s faces exploded out into the air with her pale form freed from the suffocating interior.
After a quick administration of medicines and stabilizing serums, the on site doctors had assured the Operators that she would make it out alive as they flew back to RI’s base of operations, amazed at her still being alive despite her bio readings suggesting the opposite.
Another quick examination with the proper equipment had told them everything once the rescue squad was back on base, reading incredibly high readings of Oripathy infection within the seemingly Sarkazian woman with traces of mutant DNA proliferating the mixed DNA of both Mudrock and an unnamed soldier. For all they knew, this was more than likely an evolved form of mutant derived from exposure to high levels of Originium, possibly even an escape experiment, something the scientists didn’t dare doubt with the tales of horror and war that were rife in Kazdel.
Locking her down in a secure, environmentally clean room for quarantine, the staff at RI had decided to play things safe with the strange organism that seemed to have taken on Mudrock’s physical appearance for the purposes of blending in with society. Not like it had much of an idea what it even was of course, whatever mental toil it the transformative process had done to the host brain left the resulting adult woman with the mentality of a curious child as they watched her struggle to walk on her own two feet, eventually throwing a tantrum when no one responded to her cries after she had slipped and fallen on her chest, an explosive tantrum that had her limbs flying with tremendous force that almost leveled the entire building as she pounded and kicked at the floor.
Of course, after bringing the crying Mudrock clone in to a new accommodation that was more appropriate for a “young girl” with plenty of entertainment options from books to videos, she had fallen in place considerably well, learning from the various textbooks and audio recordings that, once a willing doctor had finally stepped up to show her the ropes with, she deeply enjoyed, her enhanced brain learning fast, picking up new words and entire pages worth of theories with each new day the doctor assigned to her visited, the elite Operator that served as his bodyguard eventually left his post entirely once they had been assured she was no threat.
Although they had been surprised at her ability to formulate her own clothes and objects into existence with the use of the black substance seen oozing from mutated wildlife and those in the later stages of Oripathy infection as they showed her an image of Mudrock’s suit of armor, manifesting the same suit around her lightly clothed body, hammer in hand as the guards rushed to alert the nearest Operator at the sight of the intimidating tri horned figure.
Being informed of a security breach in the labs, the Operators had arrived ready to enter combat, only to see her Doctor signing to them that things were alright as his fellow researchers watched from the sidelines as the armored Mudrock clone simply stood by and coddled him with a large hand, hammer hanging limpy by her side as she rubbed the man’s head much like he did whenever she scored good in the test’s they had her sit through every so often.
Although her helmet's distortion module only served to unnerve the bystanders as her adorable giggles came out as demented cackles.
After finally persuading her to strip herself much to her embarassment, the scientists had been even more surprised to find that the heavy armor and enormous hammer had persisted. As long as she could keep producing that black substance, the potential for her creations to reach limitless heights was there. A fearsome ability they had to keep watch of.
Soon, days turned into months as they continued to keep the strange mimic in isolation, the only glimpse into the outside world being her constantly growing collection of books and tapes along with a few other bonuses her dear Doctor had given her himself behind the backs of the other researchers.
Her simple vocabulary had fluorished into a that of an intellectual, her childish personality becoming reserved as she learned manners and etiquette expected of a woman her age (at least how she looked physically). It had gotten to the point where she had begun to develop feelings of intimacy for the man who visited her every day with gifts and new lessons to look forward to. Although she herself would never realize that the aching in her heart was the blossoming love she had for him.
Until one fateful day after that aching in her chest had grown to a piercing pain by the time the Doctor had arrived for his daily visit, alarming him as he rushed to her side before she hit the floor, performing first aid on her as he struggled to find the cause of her ailment, gently stripping her patient’s gown off her to get a better look.
Before he recoiled in surprise as she took him into a hug, the sloshing sound of her abilities in use as she altered her patient’s gown into a revealing set of nightwear that left little to the imagination, a face full of breasts making the Doctor blush madly beneath his gear as he protested against what he now realized wasn’t a fever but a young girl’s burning desire she herself barely understood, her mind taking control over her actions as she seemed to stare him in the eyes with fear, her soft rosy cheeks flushed red in embarrassment and lust at how close her target of affection was to her.
Until she seemed to get ahold of herself for a brief moment, pouncing off of him as she leapt back onto the bed, far away from her Doctor as he laid there stunned at the beautiful girl curled up on the sheets, breathing heavily as she told him to leave before she did anything else.
If anything, it only made the tent in his pants harder as he watched the seductive beauty lying on the bed, whatever residual thought still left inside her that had formulated the lewd dressing pressing her to give herself to her mate as she struggled with those unfamiliar urges, wondering what the dripping wet sensation between her legs were as she shivered in fright, legs crossed to hide her drooling snatch that was just begging to be filled as her adorable pointed ears cut through the air.
It was simply too much to say no to.
Swallowing down his nervousness upon the realization that she was in heat, the Doctor had simply told her off, claiming she needed someone to show her how to deal with the urges currently boiling inside her as he stood up slowly before the girl he had been slowly growing attached to her over the months he’d guided her along her journey to who she was today.
And she was the spitting image of Mudrock herself, the enchanting beauty hidden behind the menacing armor she seemed to wear almost the whole of every day. Seeing her double like this on a bed, covered in sweat with a monitoring collar slung around her neck with a wanting look on her face would be an instant turn on for any young man.
He did suppose it was time to teach her the ways of the bird and the bess after all, he had noticed her taking an interest in such things as she moved on from educative texts to light novels and romance movies. Combined with the animalistic urge to reproduce he guessed was raging uninhibited within her, what better time to start than now?
–
After a time, rumour would begin to pop up in Rhodes Island of Mudrock being seen pregnant for a brief moment at the cafeteria much to the surprise of one of their regular Operators who had crossed paths with her late that night as she’d been left stunned and alone as Mudrock waved hello to her with a very obvious baby bump under the patient’s gown she was wearing for some reason as she walked off into the night.
Of course as the various members poked fun at a very bashful Mudrock as she vehemently protested against what her former enemy and now close friend Grani had seen, they would remain unaware to the new couple in base as a private wedding ceremony had been held for the young man who had stuck by the side of the unknown lifeform that had the appearance of a slightly more mature Mudrock; her breasts slightly fuller with milk in preparation for the child that had grown strong and healthy in her pregnant belly, her face smitten with joy as she embraced her new husband once they’d made their vows. Both of them sincerely happy to have each other in their lives.
Truly a flower that had bloomed in the most unlikely of places.
The two had a long and happy life to look forward to amidst their chaotic world as they continued their relationship with only a select few knowing about the happy couple.
THE END