Legal type stuff: All characters and monster types are the legal property of Capcom and the Biohazard (i

Legal type stuff: All characters and monster types are the legal property of Capcom and the Biohazard (i.e. Resident Evil) survival horror game series. Uh…this story shouldn’t be read by those under the age of 18 or those who don’t find the idea of having sex with living corpses and mutated monsters to be a perfectly fine way of spending the day.

RESIDENT PRIMEVIL URGES

By The Playing Mantis

Chapter 14: Botany class was never like this…

Jill’s log

To say that this whole experience at this mansion, and the surrounding area, has been surreal would be a bit of an understatement. I had never had any lesbian tendencies before I came here, but now every time I look at Rebecca I get filled with so much lust that I have to fight to keep myself under control. Plus all of these monsters that I’ve been willing to fuck, it’s completely ridiculous! But, at least we’re getting answers, however faint, with each step we take. The latest one is just too ridiculous though. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. We went back upstairs headed straight for the door that slammed into Rebecca’s face before. To our surprise, the door was now locked instead of being blocked. I was getting pissed, but Rebecca was a little calmer about things. She suggested that we search the security chief’s room again. I agreed and we eventually found another hidden passageway behind another bookshelf. I was a little leery about actually entering the door. After all, by everything we had read about this Plant 69 it would just keep fucking us until we died. But Rebecca was all gung-ho about going in there. It’s times like this that I wonder just how hypocritical women are who keep referring to men as thinking with their penises when women are just as bad; but I digress.

Against my better judgment, I opened the door and peeked my head inside. Plant 69 was huge! But it looked dead, so I entered the room. Rebecca followed me and as soon as she closed the door behind her, I knew that I had made a colossal tactical error. The plant sprang to life as soon as it knew that we wouldn’t be able to escape. It quickly wrapped it’s vines around us and separated us, making sure we couldn’t help each other. Rebecca tried to scream something at me, but Plant 69 wasn’t very interested in that, so it stuffed a vine in her mouth. Deciding that it would do the same to me, I kept my mouth shut until I knew how we were going to escape. The plant pulled me up into the air while it forced Rebecca onto the floor. I was surprised by how gentle the thing was with me, but by the way that Rebecca was struggling, I could guess that she wasn’t being given the same treatment. It wasn’t until after the fact that I realized it was probably because I wasn’t fighting it at all. Okay, I was struggling a bit, but it wasn’t enough to make me seem like I was really trying to escape. I stopped struggling completely when I saw the three vines with penis shaped protuberances on their tips slowly moving towards me. The tips of the blasted things were already oozing with precum and the sight of them made my hips tremble in anticipation. The vines that were wrapped around me slowly removed my shorts and shirt, tossing them to the floor, which now that I was paying attention, was very far from my current position. I’m just happy I don’t have acrophobia or I would have freaked out right then and there. But, as it stood, I was given something else to think about as the first penis vine shoved it’s way into my pussy and started fucking me. My eyes closed as I started gasping and moaning in joy at the feeling which was only strengthened by the second one that gently pushed into my ass. Then the third, of course, entered my mouth. I was perfectly happy to suck on it as I was fucked by the other two. Oh, it was heavenly.

(Eh, it wasn’t bad…)

Excuse me, but when I looked down to see how you were doing, you were gasping and moaning as that big vine with the little nubs was moving in you!

(Did I say anything that makes you think I wasn’t enjoying myself?)

Not exactly, but…

(Okay then.)

Scientists. Regardless of how either of us felt about the whole thing, the plant couldn’t last as long as the zombies or even big reptile things. And I was heavily disappointed in the fact that after the vines had cum inside me once, they retreated. But, as it turned out, those vines were only used to get my body into a breeding mode, because before long a fat, tube-shaped vine slowly moved towards me. I was moderately curious about the thing, but Rebecca was screaming in horror. I looked down at her as she started struggling futily with the vines that had completely ensnared her. The tube vine was already pistoning away in her, but she didn’t seem to be getting any enjoyment out of it and I couldn’t understand why. The tube vine that was edging ever closer to me didn’t look all that ominous to me, but then the vines that had held me gently gripped my legs tightly and violently pulled my legs apart. Damn that hurt. Rebecca was trying to scream something at me again, but this time we were just too far apart so her cries were nothing more than meaningless babble to me. The tube vine shoved it’s way into me brutally, and while it still felt good moving in me, I felt an intense feeling of dread as the thing continued to fuck me. The feeling of dread came to a point as I watched several small bulges slowly moving up the vines length. My head shot back down to Rebecca. She wasn’t struggling anymore. She was merely sobbing uncontrollably as more and more little bulges were pushed into her pussy, making her belly swell like she was pregnant. I went into immediate action. Unlike Rebecca, I am a highly trained soldier, plus the added adrenaline from the complete and utter fear that was coursing though me at the time, allowed me to break my arms free of the vines that held me. I gripped the vine that was still moving in me and, using all of my strength, tried to pull it out of me. But, the plant wasn’t going to let me get away from it’s impregnation and more vines wrapped around my arms. Then it was a battle of wills as I fought against all of the vines with all of my might, while the plant pulled at my arms, the inseminator vine kept pushing the seeds forward. In the end, I knew I would never get the vine out of me in time, so I tried to break it, but the vines around my arms eventually won out and pulled them away and I was helpless as I watched the seeds slowly enter me with a sickening popping sound. Seeds continued to flow into me for what must have been five minutes, and my stomach became distended as well. It looked like there were more seeds still in the vine when the plant suddenly shuddered and dropped me to the floor. I landed, painfully, on my back, but I quickly got up and ran to Rebecca. She was lying on the ground bawling. I could understand how she felt. I had no idea how long these seeds would have to incubate in us, and I had to wonder if either of us would survive when we ‘gave birth’ to more of those horrific plant things. I looked back at Plant 69. It was dead. It had used up the last of it’s strength to make sure that it’s progeny survived. Rebecca was bleeding slightly from her vagina, so I kneeled over and tried to inspect what had happened to her. But, she was apparently still sensitive from the attentions of the plant, because as I was inspecting for any tears she came, spitting out five seeds when she did. I cocked my head to the side as I looked at the seeds and then at Rebecca. She seemed as surprised by this as I was. To make sure that it wasn’t a fluke, I started rubbing Rebecca’s pussy some more, causing her to groan in pleasure. I quickly pinched her clit which made her cum again, spitting out more seeds. The two of us looked at each other for a second before smiling mischievously. The two of us took turns finger-fucking the other until both of our bellies were back to their normal sizes, and then kept at it for another hour or so…just to make sure that we were free of the evil little things. After we were sure that we were no longer pregnant…uh…ahem…we fucked each other for another half-hour.

(Don’t sound so ashamed about it…)

That’s not it! But we still have to get out of here! And doing stuff like that is not going to help us escape any faster. I have to admit though…you’re damn good at cunnilingus.

(I’ve had a lot of practice lately.)

…True. Anyway, after we recovered our clothes, we started to look around the room. There had to be something in this room that the plant was guarding. We found what we were looking for in the fireplace. There were a lot of burned documents and a key. It was the goddamn key that opened the doors with the helmet symbols on them. We had to go back to the mansion to continue with our search! I was so pissed off, it wasn’t even funny. Rebecca mentioned the cave that Wesker and Chris went to check out, but one of the documents in the fireplace made me question the logic of following him. According to the document, we needed two crests to enter the secret passageway at the end of the cave…and one of them was in the mansion. I grumbled this to Rebecca, who shrugged and grinned sheepishly. I was getting really upset about the whole mansion/zombie/monster/fucking thing because it was seriously starting to feel like we were being lead around on one wild goose chase after another by someone who was controlling me and viewing all with a smug expression. (>8)-ed.) There was one more document that wasn’t completely burned and it had the Umbrella logo on it. I looked at Rebecca with trepidation. Umbrella was a big name pharmaceutical company that owned half of the town. The document talked a little bit about what the S-virus was. It was originally created to be a biological weapon, but it was scrapped as anything that came into contact with it became sex-craved instead of blood-crazed like they were supposed to be. The virus is extremely contagious and anyone who is sexually involved with anyone who is infected is immediately infected themselves. A mere kiss from an infected person is enough to send the S-virus to the other party. Rebecca and I exchanged glances. Both of us had started being okay with the zombies after we had been kissed. I looked back at the document to see if it had any information on a vaccine, but the rest of the document was too badly burned. I crushed the document in my fist as I angrily punched the wall. The two of us were infected by this crazed sex virus. Then it hit me…S-virus…Sex-Virus! After these bastards at Umbrella had failed at making a biological weapon, they continued testing with this horrific virus anyway. What could they possibly do with it though? I’ve seen what happens to men who are infected for long periods of time…they just crumble into dust. But the reptile monster things…those were man-made. They have to be! Dammit! What the hell is going on here?! We’re going back to the mansion, hopefully for the last time, to see if we can figure out what the hell is going on. Jill out.

Wesker’s log

Dammit! I thought all of those documents were burned up completely! Who was the asshole who left documents out like that?! *smash* Well, I guess it’s good that I don’t need that monitor anymore. And I can take heart in the fact that the person responsible for that faux pas is either dead or shambling around the mansion like a zombie. I’m going to have to go and get those seeds from that room soon. Fortunately, there’s a secret passageway to that room from here. I’ll send them down to William Birkin. I’m sure he can use them. After all, they were inside both of those beautiful little test subjects. I must admit, I am slightly disappointed in the fact that I won’t get to see them giving birth to more hideous little freaks of nature. Ah well… Now that they’re heading back to the mansion, there should be some more interesting sites to see. Even though most of the zombies are dead already and the hunters appear to have all killed each other, there’s still Yawn. Wesker out.

RESIDENT PRIMEVIL URGES

By The Playing Mantis

Chapter 15: Two dicks for two women

Rebecca’s Log

Back to the mansion we went, thoroughly disgruntled about the whole ordeal, and extremely scared about our obvious infection to the S-virus. The information in the document that Jill found was concrete. We were infected and there was nothing that either of us could do about it until we found either information about a vaccine or a decent lab so I could get some blood samples. I had to wonder if we would actually find some helpful information at the mansion, or if it would just be more of the same. We found the first Helmet door almost as soon as we entered the building again. In it was a book that was hollowed out. It had a crest with the shape of an eagle on it. I took it and put it in my pocket. There didn’t appear to be anything else in the room, except for an ashtray with a stubbed out cigarette that was still smoking. I told Jill about it and her eyes narrowed. Apparently the cigarette was Wesker’s brand. Neither of us were very happy about the idea of that pompous asshole having a leisurely smoke in the room while we were trying everything we could to get out of the area, but we couldn’t do anything about it now. We’d just report him afterwards. We searched the rest of the bottom floor and didn’t find anything. And I mean, we didn’t find anything. The whole place was completely deserted. There weren’t anymore zombies around, but from what Jill told me about what happened to the last ones she saw, I’m not all that certain I would have had all that much fun with them anyway. But, then again, we didn’t even see any more of those big reptile things either, which was slightly surprising. We expected to find at least one of them in here. After all, they were around the building, and they apparently don’t die after fucking us. Maybe there were only the two of them, and they were spent and died after leaving. I can’t say…and I wouldn’t even try to guess what the hell was going on.

We went upstairs, hoping to find something that we had missed. Eventually we found another door that had the helmet symbol on it. After we opened the door, the key disintegrated along with the lock. I can’t tell you how disconcerting that is! Anyway, the door led to a short hallway with doors on both sides. We went left first and entered what looked like a den. It was rather small and had a fish tank in it. The only thing we found that seemed to be of any value was a letter from one of the researchers of the facility. It was to his girlfriend or wife…never was specific. The letter talked about the spill in the hidden lab, and how he was waiting in this room to either become one of the horrific, sex-crazed things wandering the mansion, or become a victim of one of them. But, he was tired of waiting, and had just had enough of the whole thing. He figured that since he was going to hell for what went on in the lab anyway, killing himself wouldn’t hurt him at all. He apologized to the woman in the letter, especially since she would never receive the letter in the first place. I turned away from the letter with tears in my eyes. He had written it as an apology that he knew would never be read. Jill put her hand on my shoulder and said that the note also mentioned something that might be helpful in the future. She wasn’t specific about it, but I didn’t really care. I wanted to get out of the cursed room as fast as possible. We left and went through the door on the opposite side of the hallway. This room was huge, and it had a piano in it too. It looked like a huge lounge and I have to admit that I wanted to just sit down and relax for a minute or two before we went anywhere else. The damn key had been a fucking wild goose chase! There was nothing here that could help us and I was not amused. Neither was Jill, but she seemed to hold it in better than I did. I had just plopped down at the piano and was running my fingers along the keys while she was looking around the room, directly at the liquor cabinet if you ask me…

(Hey, you were thinking the same thing!)

True, true. Anyway, as I was saying, I had just sat down when I heard…no, felt a strange rumbling sound coming from directly beneath me. I bolted from where I was sitting just in time to escape being thrown across a room a second time by the giant snake. It hissed angrily at the two of us before emerging completely from the hole it had created. The hole immediately filled itself again, which meant that it was trapped in the room with us. Yeah…that’s right…I said trapped in the room with us, not the other way around. I grinned at the monstrous snake while Jill let out a small squeak and tried to hide. I had to giggle at her reaction, which was just like my original reaction to the thing, while I was removing my clothing. I slowly edged my way over to the snake while it looked at me with interest, but when I reached out a hand to touch it, it hissed at me and tried to bite me in two! It was then that I noticed that the snake was injured. It was bleeding from a deep wound in it’s side. I looked at the wound closely and saw that it was made by many claws. The snake had been attacked by the reptile-things! I called Jill over to help me heal the creature. She was slightly put out by the idea, but agreed because I was adamant about it. My personal med kit still had some bandages and pain killers in it, but I wasn’t sure how well they would work on the snake. I did the best I could, but it wasn’t easy with the snake being a difficult patient. I had to have Jill act as a diversion while I did all I could for it. She didn’t seem to mind as the snake’s long tongue plunged into her pussy, lapping up her juices as she had multiple orgasms. When I was done, the snake seemed to feel better and rewarded me, by entangling me in it’s coils and shoving one of it’s dicks into my pussy again. Jill’s eyes widened like dinner plates as she watched the tremendous dick slide all of the way into me, even though the other one was slightly taller than me. But, it didn’t fuck me immediately. First, it ensnared Jill and slowly pushed it’s other dick into her pussy. She gasped in shock as she felt it’s entire length move inside of her. She looked at me through bleary eyes and smiled. Then we were both taken to levels of ecstasy that no one else will ever know again as the snake began to fuck us both. I quickly pulled my arms free from the coils and grabbed Jill’s head, bringing it in so that we could kiss while we were being fucked. I have to say that I don’t think that I’ll ever have a better time than right then and there. The two of us were kissing each other passionately, while the snake was fucking us lovingly. It was beautiful. Well, if there had been an outside observer, he/she would probably be sickened, but it was beautiful to us. The snake slipped it’s tongue in between us and started licking our breasts, causing us both to moan even more than before. Jill especially seemed to like the feeling of the tongue on her body, and grinned as she felt the tongue swirl through her hair, making it slimy with saliva.

(I can’t help it…slime has become extremely sexy to me…)

Who said you had to help it? I mean, I’ve got to admit that being covered in slime and goo does feel a little good to me too. But all good things must come to an end, and we knew that the snake couldn’t hold out for much longer when it started to quicken it’s pace. I was ready for what was to come, but Jill came again and again as she felt the snake cum inside of us, releasing gallon upon gallon of thick slimy cum into us. She looked down as in disappointment as the snake’s dicks slowly shrunk and pulled out of us, but we were both in for a surprise as the snake merely started using our bodies to rub them back to full size. It then switched us around so that we could get fucked by the other dicks. I thought it was rather cute, and even giggled as the snake slowly pushed it’s dicks into us again. The two of us continued kissing each other while the snake kept covering us with it’s saliva, licking our breasts and fucking us with reckless abandon. I thought that before long Jill was going to go completely crazy with pleasure, but she held in there. Then again, I’m kind of surprised that I held in there. This was a real test of my abilities to hold myself together, because the two of us were being given so much sexual stimulation at once that I wouldn’t have been surprised if we had lost our minds during the whole ordeal. I don’t know about Jill, but I came a little close to that when the snake’s tongue brushed up against my clit. I came when that happened and almost lost myself, but Jill’s voice brought me back. I hate to think what would have happened if we hadn’t run in to each other. I know that we wouldn’t have been so lucky with the fish or the Plant 69, and I would have just become another sex-crazed vegetable right then and there. Thanks Jill.

(No biggie. You would have done the same for me.)

Right. But I hope we never have to find out if I actually can. As the snake started speeding up again, I could tell that Jill was getting ready to cum again and I wanted to be right there with her, but we were both surprised when the snake pulled out of both of us and started hissing uncontrollably. We were still held in place by the snake, but it’s coils were clenching together and it almost crushed us. We both screamed in pain which caused the snake to release us. I looked up at it and was rewarded by seeing it finally cum…right on top of us. Dear God, it was a lot of cum…and it just kept flowing out of the snake and onto us like some kind of demented, sticky, goopy shower.

(Oh God…say that again!)

Uh…later…and get your hands out of your pants! Blasted WAMmer! Jill was reveling in the feeling, but I was more interested in what was happening to the snake. After it had finally stopped spurting it’s thick sticky cum all over us the snake started writhing all over the place, making another hole in the floor, before crashing to the floor. I slowly got up and checked it, but I knew already that it was dead. The wounds that the reptile things had given it were fatal and the snake just decided to have some fun with us before succumbing to it’s wounds. It was slowly melting away into little pools of purple goo which evaporated slowly. I slowly knelt down in front of it and cried, giving it a small prayer. I looked over at Jill who was still rubbing the slimy semen all over her body, and hung my head slightly. I swear if I was some Japanese cartoon character, I’d have had a giant sweat drop on the back of my head right then and there. Really, there’s a time and a place for everything, and this was not the time for that type of behavior. I pulled Jill out of the mess, much to her disappointment, and forced her to clean herself off. She agreed, but only if we could have that shower together. I arched an eyebrow as I mulled that over and readily agreed to it. I have no clue what was up with her. I was the one who was always so gung-ho with the sex, but now she was suddenly becoming even worse than me. I hope she’s not showing greater symptoms of infection. We found a bathroom with a shower in the room that we were in, so we took that shower together…for about an hour or so…Ahem… After we were…cleaned off…I grabbed up a bucket and filled it with water. Jill seemed upset with me for doing it, but I poured the water over the cum on the floor. The mess flowed over towards the hole in the floor that the snake had made and I thought that we were done with it then. But the hole wasn’t as deep as I thought it would be, because we heard it hit a solid surface before too long. We looked at each other before racing over to the hole. We couldn’t see the bottom, but there had to have been something there. We were wondering how we could get down there when who should enter the doorway, but Barry Burton! I couldn’t believe it! Where the hell had he been all this time?! Jill was a little happier to see him than I was, and far more trusting of him. I shrugged inwardly as Jill asked him if he had any rope on him. He did and gave it to us gladly. I suggested that he hold onto the rope while Jill and I check the hole. He agreed and the two of us went down one after the other. But, when we reached the bottom, the rope followed us! I was pissed and shouted at Barry, but he apologized, saying the rope slipped, and said that he’d go get another length for us to get out again. At this point, my trust in him had deteriorated and I just wanted to check the area out and get out as fast as possible. As it turned out, the small area we were in just held a grave, but there was a small red switch on it. When I pressed the switch, the grave moved back, revealing a hidden passageway down to what appeared to be the basement. I told Jill that if she wanted to stay here and wait for Barry, she could, but I was going to check out the passage. She was leery about us splitting up like that, but agreed to it. And so, I’m going down that hole after I finish making this report. We’re going to meet up in the main hallway after I’m done with the place that I’m checking out. Rebecca o—

(Just one kiss before you go?)

You know that there’s no ‘just one kiss’ for us! But I can’t say no to you either…Dammit! Rebecca out!

Wesker’s log

You know…I’m kind of sad to see Yawn go. Not quite as sad as Rebecca obviously, but still. He gave those two the fucking of a lifetime. I’ve got to wonder how either of these women will ever be able to live a normal sexual life out in the world again if they ever cure themselves of the S-virus. All of these monsters and zombies that have opened so many doors for them, it just boggles the mind. And I have it all on tape. Birkin will be sooo jealous when he sees how much data I’ve collected because of this mistake. Hmmm…I wonder who I should follow first. Actually, since Barry hasn’t even gotten here to get the extra rope yet, I’m going to continue to follow Rebecca for awhile. At least she’ll be doing something soon…after she extricates herself from Jill, that is. Heh…Jill Valentine seems to be showing deeper and deeper signs of infection. I’ve often wondered what would happen to a woman who had long term exposure to the S-virus. But, so far, it’s only been an increased sexual appetite. There’s got to be more to it than that. I guess I just have to keep observing. Wesker Out.