Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ The Bermuda Island 2: The Mewtwo Boner Saga ❯ A Traitor Annihilated ( Chapter 6 )
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By: ysqure3 
Mewtwo and Erika show Duplica a thing or two about fidelity! WARNING: GRAPHIC
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Psychological / Post-apocalyptic | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.11.2009 | Updated On: 05.14.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 916 | Visits: 531 | Status: Work In Progress
Mewtwo and Erika show Duplica a thing or two about fidelity! WARNING: GRAPHIC
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Psychological / Post-apocalyptic | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 05.11.2009 | Updated On: 05.14.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 916 | Visits: 531 | Status: Work In Progress
Cacturne's enormous arm slammed down brutally, but missed Duplica because she had a BrightPowder equipped. Mewtwo became even more aroused as the threat of death entered into the mix of sex and hatread. Despite his desire to see human waste annihilated ignobly, he raised his hand to indicate that Erika should cease.
"There is a better way," he said, in a guttural tone distorted as though it had travelled through the carnal planes of the immaterium and been ravaged by daemons on its way to Mewtwo's lips. Furrowing his steely brow and turning his piercing purple eyes to Duplica, he began reciting an ancient oath from the <i>Book of Lorgar</i> which channeled the terrible magicks of the warp through his body--or so a somewhat educated observer who spoke Ancient Cynothoglian might have thought. In fact, the Lorgarian invocation was a ruse, and Mewtwo was in fact concentrating his powers fractally, and recreating his own mind holographically in the ever-more-infinitesimal recesses of his brain. As his neural capacity skyrocketed, so too did his ability to impose his will on the world, infecting the materium with cancerous change.
Duplica stood, confused, betrayed, and--though she would have been loathe to admit it--aroused. Even with her life on the line, the sheer magnitude of Mewtwo's physicality caused him to appear as though he towered over them, the raw musculature locked taut beneath his skin rippling with intent. She began to breathe more heavily, in rapt admiration of Mewtwo's power.
She began to rasp, as her breaths became more ragged and constricted, and her lungs slowly began to have to struggle to take in the precious oxygen saturating the atmosphere.
Idly, Duplica started scratching her chest, etching tiny white grooves into her pale skin in the valley between her pert breasts.
Mewtwo continued reciting the dread invocation, and the force of his words began to twist the air around him, as though reality itself knew the hideous power embedded in the language Mewtwo himself had crafted. Burnt red taints began staining the air above them, and choking smog began to fill the periphery of their encounter.
Duplica's breathing was quite labored now, and she audibly struggled to siphon the last drops of oxygen from the depriving air. Erika stood by, rubbing her nipples. Mewtwo aroused her to no end when he demonstrated his power.
With a sickening wrench, Duplica's arms began to change. Her deltoids expanded and roiled, as though the very flesh of her shoulders was boiling. The seething chaos spread down her forearms, and deep rents appeared on her skin. From these gashes, which wrapped about her arms as though she were covered in barbed wire, oozed decoloured blood. Once her arms were entirely consumed by the chaotic flood, the skin began to recede, exposing the turbulent muscles beneath. An eldritch fire began to consume her tendons and bones, as her muscles detached themselves with a ripping sound, and began to re-knit in midair. Meanwhile, her bones shattered and coalesced into new, longer forms. Her fingers fused and elongated until each hand terminated in a razor-sharp meter-long claw.
Duplica realized that she was no longer receiving any oxygen whatsoever, and yet she did not die. With the horrible realization that her body was no longer subject to the laws of biology she had previously known, she began to emit an impossible scream, which tore through the sky and filled the region with nightmarish harmonics.
Once the incineration of her flesh had ceased, she took her newly ghoulish arms and turned them on her own chest. Slicing her skin to ribbons, she desperately tore herself to pieces. Once the meat of her torso had been flayed, dropping to the earth where it rotted with a stench that permeated Erika's and Mewtwo's nostrils, she continued into her torso.
With an imprecision borne of madness, Duplica ripped out her ribs, exposing a twisted, blackened heart and hideously bulging lungs. Blood oozed from her ruined body, as she relentlessly tore into her lungs. The instruments of death that had fused themselves to her wrists made short work of them, and a torrent of filthy black ichor issued forth from what was left of her respiratory system. Writhing in the flood were billions of maggots, which began swarming around her stomach and heart.
Eventually, Duplica's throat consumed itself from the pain of her screaming, and she fell silent, though not for lack of effort. Indeed, her mouth remained torturedly open, though no sound issued forth. When even the annihilation of her lungs failed to bring sweet cessation, Duplica began madly scrambling to obliterate the rest of her organs. She tore out her heart, intestines, and whatever else she could feel, to no avail: Her body simply refused to grant her the peace of death.
In a final move, she siezed hold of the last shattered fragments of her ribs, and plunged them into her eyes. Satisfied, Mewtwo fell silent, and allowed the hellish animation of Duplica's corpus to cease. She collapsed, finally dead, as pools of browned blood gathered around her face.
Stunned, Erika silently stared at Mewtwo for a few moments before grinning. Without a word, she spread her legs and leapt onto Mewtwo's penis, jamming it far enough into her vagina to fracture her coccyx.
"There is a better way," he said, in a guttural tone distorted as though it had travelled through the carnal planes of the immaterium and been ravaged by daemons on its way to Mewtwo's lips. Furrowing his steely brow and turning his piercing purple eyes to Duplica, he began reciting an ancient oath from the <i>Book of Lorgar</i> which channeled the terrible magicks of the warp through his body--or so a somewhat educated observer who spoke Ancient Cynothoglian might have thought. In fact, the Lorgarian invocation was a ruse, and Mewtwo was in fact concentrating his powers fractally, and recreating his own mind holographically in the ever-more-infinitesimal recesses of his brain. As his neural capacity skyrocketed, so too did his ability to impose his will on the world, infecting the materium with cancerous change.
Duplica stood, confused, betrayed, and--though she would have been loathe to admit it--aroused. Even with her life on the line, the sheer magnitude of Mewtwo's physicality caused him to appear as though he towered over them, the raw musculature locked taut beneath his skin rippling with intent. She began to breathe more heavily, in rapt admiration of Mewtwo's power.
She began to rasp, as her breaths became more ragged and constricted, and her lungs slowly began to have to struggle to take in the precious oxygen saturating the atmosphere.
Idly, Duplica started scratching her chest, etching tiny white grooves into her pale skin in the valley between her pert breasts.
Mewtwo continued reciting the dread invocation, and the force of his words began to twist the air around him, as though reality itself knew the hideous power embedded in the language Mewtwo himself had crafted. Burnt red taints began staining the air above them, and choking smog began to fill the periphery of their encounter.
Duplica's breathing was quite labored now, and she audibly struggled to siphon the last drops of oxygen from the depriving air. Erika stood by, rubbing her nipples. Mewtwo aroused her to no end when he demonstrated his power.
With a sickening wrench, Duplica's arms began to change. Her deltoids expanded and roiled, as though the very flesh of her shoulders was boiling. The seething chaos spread down her forearms, and deep rents appeared on her skin. From these gashes, which wrapped about her arms as though she were covered in barbed wire, oozed decoloured blood. Once her arms were entirely consumed by the chaotic flood, the skin began to recede, exposing the turbulent muscles beneath. An eldritch fire began to consume her tendons and bones, as her muscles detached themselves with a ripping sound, and began to re-knit in midair. Meanwhile, her bones shattered and coalesced into new, longer forms. Her fingers fused and elongated until each hand terminated in a razor-sharp meter-long claw.
Duplica realized that she was no longer receiving any oxygen whatsoever, and yet she did not die. With the horrible realization that her body was no longer subject to the laws of biology she had previously known, she began to emit an impossible scream, which tore through the sky and filled the region with nightmarish harmonics.
Once the incineration of her flesh had ceased, she took her newly ghoulish arms and turned them on her own chest. Slicing her skin to ribbons, she desperately tore herself to pieces. Once the meat of her torso had been flayed, dropping to the earth where it rotted with a stench that permeated Erika's and Mewtwo's nostrils, she continued into her torso.
With an imprecision borne of madness, Duplica ripped out her ribs, exposing a twisted, blackened heart and hideously bulging lungs. Blood oozed from her ruined body, as she relentlessly tore into her lungs. The instruments of death that had fused themselves to her wrists made short work of them, and a torrent of filthy black ichor issued forth from what was left of her respiratory system. Writhing in the flood were billions of maggots, which began swarming around her stomach and heart.
Eventually, Duplica's throat consumed itself from the pain of her screaming, and she fell silent, though not for lack of effort. Indeed, her mouth remained torturedly open, though no sound issued forth. When even the annihilation of her lungs failed to bring sweet cessation, Duplica began madly scrambling to obliterate the rest of her organs. She tore out her heart, intestines, and whatever else she could feel, to no avail: Her body simply refused to grant her the peace of death.
In a final move, she siezed hold of the last shattered fragments of her ribs, and plunged them into her eyes. Satisfied, Mewtwo fell silent, and allowed the hellish animation of Duplica's corpus to cease. She collapsed, finally dead, as pools of browned blood gathered around her face.
Stunned, Erika silently stared at Mewtwo for a few moments before grinning. Without a word, she spread her legs and leapt onto Mewtwo's penis, jamming it far enough into her vagina to fracture her coccyx.