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CYOA – Life And Death Situations – Chapter 30
🕑 Added 2021-02-12 06:31:47 +0000 UTCRather than have a look at what Lúcio and Gabriel are doing, we take a small look at McCree's and Zenyatta's fate before delving back into the lab.
warnings: forced egg laying, electrocution, drugging
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“Why haven’t they laid the eggs yet?” Louis growls. He is restlessly walking up and down in front of Hanzo’s tank. The beasts have a few more amenities in their cages now; two large boulders and a bit of driftwood that both brothers are hiding behind just to spite Louis.
“They will in due time. I’m more annoyed that I still can’t find Zenyatta’s signal. I knew we shouldn’t have left him there. The bosses will freak out when they found out we lost him, and never give us any ressources again,” Miller answers, his annoyance with Louis’ behaviour clear in his voice.
He turns and briefly looks his partner up and down, mouth twisting into a moue of distaste.
“You know you could help me out instead of doing… whatever it is you’re doing.”
Louis ignores him. He comes to a stop in front of Hanzo’s tank and presses his hands against the glass.
“We should do another x-ray. Make sure the eggs are developing properly. After all the trouble we went through getting them inseminated…”
Miller presses his lips into a thin line, wordlessly turning back toward the screen.
“It shouldn’t be possible for him to have powered back on on his own, let alone wander off. So he must have gotten fucking stolen. Great.”
He rubs his hands over his face and into his hair, pulling on it until his scalp aches.
.o.
Zenyatta powers on in the middle of the night; the time slowly blinking in the corner of his visual HUD is leaving no room to argue about it.
He keeps very still, trying to process his surroundings and why he feels… – feels – so… unusual. His HUD is not helping him much in that regard: it is exceptionally empty. In fact, there is only the time to keep him company while he tries to gain access to his body’s function and finds himself locked out of most of them.
That is troubling, but only for a second. He does not try too hard to break through the codes restricting him entry to his own database, figuring that leaving them dormant might be the best course of action until he has found out what is going on.
The last thing he remembers is Genji being pulled into a vehicle that he himself has led him to. Not of his own volition, of course, but…
Zenyatta slowly straightens his spine and looks around. He is no longer where Genji has been kidnapped. He is, in fact, no longer outside – but at the very place his body has gotten hijacked by his makers: Jesse McCree’s flat.
“Holy- fuck. Damn, you scared the livin’ daylights outta me, pal.”
Zenyatta turns his head to see McCree sitting in an armchair, staring at him, face rather pale. He is still wearing street clothes and does not seem inclined to go to bed any time soon despite the rather advanced hour.
“Hey. You in there? You need me to like… plug you in, or something?”
There are dark bags beneath Jesse’s eyes. He is leaning forward, hands gripping his knees as he stares intently at Zenyatta.
“I thought you were destroyed or something. You haven’t made a peep in days.”
Zenyatta slowly looks down at himself. He tries to move his body to take stock of how much energy he still has, and is dismayed to find that even his emergency battery is all but depleted.
“I would like to take you up on your offer,” he tells Jesse softly. “If you would plug me in, that would be… very appreciated.”
Zenyatta is quiet for a moment while Jesse gets up. He looks even scruffier than the last time he’s seen him, and his legs are shaking slightly. It seems he has not been sleeping in quite a while.
“...what happened?”
“I’d like to know that from you, actually. When Hanzo and I came outta the bedroom you and Genji were gone…”
He trails off, grabbing a chord Zenyatta had been indicating on his hip.
“Ah, yes. That.”
Jesse whirls around, staring at him with large eyes.
“What do ya mean ‘ah, yes, that’? You got any idea where they are? Haven’t heard a damn thing from any of ‘em!”
“Yes, I do know where they are. If you would please plug me in? We can talk while I am charging. I would like to remedy the situation as soon as possible…”
.o.
“How often does your species lay eggs?”
Louis has changed his tactic and is now restlessly walking up and down in front of Genji’s tank. He is bolder than his brother, at least: while he does hide away behind the new ‘furniture’ Miller has put into their tanks, he is more willing to show his face, if only to be a contrite little bastard.
This time is no exception. He has his elbows planted on one of the large boulders and is quietly staring at Louis while he is getting more and more agitated.
Miller has long since opted to simply ignore him while he is doing his work on the other side of the lab, still trying to figure out where the stupid goddamn robot has gotten to when they are presented with the living, scientific breakthrough of the century.
Louis is surrounded by goddamn idiots!
When Genji just keeps staring at him, he lifts his fist and slams it once against the thick security glass.
“Speak, goddamnit!”
“Louis. How about you keep your cool for a change? We are scientists and no barbarians. You are not helping with the research in any way.”
Louis whirls around, staring at Miller who has turned to look at him with a frown on his face.
“What?!”
“What I am saying, is-” Miller pushes his glasses further up his nose. “You have talked me into a lot of things that I am in retrospect not very proud of. Your means of catching the test subjects has been a lot more unethical than I am comfortable with, and your current behavior does not spark any more trust, if I am honest. Dial it back a bit, or I…”
Louis’ mouth twitches. Hectic red spots have appeared on Miller’s cheeks; the idiot has never been comfortable with talking, which is why he had been such a good partner up until now. He just follows orders. Usually.
“Or what? You will report me? After all these years of good work between the two of us?”
Miller shakes his head. He is fidgeting like he wants to turn away and just pretend this conversation never happened, but he powers through for some reason. Maybe his wife put him up to it; Louis had never been fond of her and how headstrong she is.
“You leave me no choice, Louis. Just… watch it. Alright?”
Louis sucks on his teeth, anger brewing in his stomach and only fuelled by the constant pain in his arm and the sea’s siren song outside that he has to constantly fight off so he doesn’t run out and jump into the cold, salty water.
“Yeah… sure… alright.”
.o.
“You keep being a stubborn little asshole, huh? Are you sure you don’t want to start talking? You’re not the first bitch I put to heel. I know how to treat monsters like you.” Louis keeps staring at Hanzo’s eyes, glowing through a gap in the driftwood and rocks as he quietly keeps a watch on him.
The lab is dark other than all the little glowing buttons all around them. Miller had gone home hours ago but he had to wait longer still until Mister Correia dos Santos also had moseyed along, leaving their niche of the facility blessedly empty and without nosey little ears that could hear the monsters wailing while he finally got what he wanted.
Behind him, Genji is at the forefront of his tank. He is very aware of the creatures presence; he can feel the intent stare on the back of his neck – and in the aching pain in his arm. He rubs it absentmindedly but is willed to ignore it and the source of the ache for as long as needed.
“I know you can understand me, monster. I saw you with that man. I saw how you seamlessly go from fucking your own brother to fucking individuals of a much higher ranking than you.” He waits for a moment to let the words sink in so the creature might understand and get agitated enough to finally leave his hiding place.
He can see the long tail lashing through the water and knows that he’s hit a rather sore spot, but Hanzo still keeps hiding. He is not as forthcoming as his brother is, but that has been apparent from the very beginning. It isn’t less aggravating, though.
Louis sucks on his teeth, seething with anger. Miller’s admonishments from earlier are still ghosting through his mind and keep fanning the flames. How did this idiot dare to try and lecture him? How could he call himself a scientist with dignity if he wasn’t actually deadly curious about the creatures they had gotten their hands on?
Was he the only sane person left in this goddamn facility? The only researcher with some goddamn backbone?
His head is starting to hurt which is probably partly due to him grinding his teeth together.
He uncurls the firsts at his sides and steps closer, lightly tapping his fingertips against the thick, secure glass.
“This is your last chance to come here and cooperate. Otherwise I will make you lay those eggs; and I assure you, it’ll be a lot less fun then just following my orders.”
In his head, Louis counts to ten while he waits for Hanzo to make his decision. The glowing eyes blink rapidly. For a moment it seems as if the monster would finally see reason and come out from behind his little hiding place, but in the end he stays right where he is.
Behind them, Genji has started banging his fists against the glass of his own tank; it is easy to ignore, though.
“Very well. It’s fine by me – I wanted it to be like this anyway. I quite liked how disoriented you guys had been last time. Disoriented, afraid, and weak as kittens. I will get those eggs out of you, you pretty little siren. Just you wait.”
.o.
Hanzo finally gets agitated when Louis starts pumping the chemicals into his water. He seems to immediately notice the shift in chemicals around him, pushing out from his hiding place and starting nervous rounds around the perimeter of the tank.
It only shows how long their beautiful tails are: he can wrap himself around the tank once and still be able to grab onto the tip trailing through the water. His brother does not have any chemicals but reacts to his brother’s growing distress nonetheless, banging his fists against the tank and making a nuisance out of himself.
Louis has to put on some high-grade mufflers when the angry screeching feels like it is about to penetrate his eardrums. His arm is screaming in agony. The pain is flaring up into his shoulder, feeling like ground glass has been rubbed into the joint. It only eggs him on further. His fingers tremble when he pushes a button to slightly increase the dose of the chemicals in the water.
For the first time, he actually feels deranged as he watches the agitated monster start to calm down against his will, settling against the glass in the front and pressing himself against it. His slit already looks swollen thanks to the pheromones forced into his tank and no chance to escape. Miller really had done wonders concocting this solution.
“How’s it?” He blinks rapidly at the grating sound of his own voice. His tongue feels slow in his mouth, slurring his speech as he steps to the tank while grabbing onto his aching arm. “How’s it bein’ horny and not havin’ your pretty brother to fuck you senseless? Huh?”
Hanzo’s fins all over his body are flared, blood pumping into them and making their colors deeper and more vibrant. His back straightens, pressing his pecs against the glass as he stares right over Louis’ shoulder across the room where his brother is finally calming down somewhat, if only to stare at him in dismay.
They can’t communicate like this. Can’t touch and calm down. They can only stare and yearn and get more desperate by the minute – just as he had planned.
“Well now. That’s oodles better, isn’t it? Got to stretch your tail some and get a bit of exercise in, right?” he croons, stepping closer and pressing his hand against the glass from the other side. It is thick to counteract the sheer brutish strength the monsters possess, but he imagines he can feel the heat of Hanzo’s body radiating through it even so.
Hanzo’s gaze flicks down. He stares at him as if he’s seeing him for the first time, pupils blown wide enough to make him look creepy as he slides a bit down to be more eye-level with Louis. He has no idea if the monster even recognizes him, but he sure as hell can see how his swollen slit starts to bloom open some, the tip of his prehensile cock slipping out into the water coquettishly.
“Oh… yeah. Yeah, that’s it, bitch,” he croons. He slides one hand down on the glass until it is pressed over where the obscenely swollen slit is. It looks like he could cup it in his palm like a goddamn cunt. He’d love to try and fuck the beast; yet alone he can’t operate the crane and keep him sedated long enough to drag him out of the tank and put him onto one of the examination tables. Oh well. They had time. He could think of something…
“How about it? Don’t you want to lay them for me now? Got no mate to fuck you, after all. I bet you’ll feel so much better birthing those gorgeous little eggies you got hiding from me, don’t you think? Hmmm?”
He rubs his palm against the glass, wishing he could touch the swollen slit and make Hanzo writhe and beg for his cock. He can imagine the heat radiating off of it. How silky soft the edges would feel against his curious fingertips. The two brothers really are unfairly pretty for some deep sea creatures…
He has to pull himself together. He takes a step back, slowly rubbing his hand against his hip as if he really had Hanzo’s slick smeared against his palm. Looking down he can see how the monster’s gash has bloomed open like a flower, showing off the juicy red insides along with his curiously curling cock.
His hole is a delicious looking slit. Louis can already imagine fucking into it; holding it open with his thumbs so he can deep dick Hanzo and show him that human cock is that much better than that of his brother…
“Then again… you already got your taste, haven’t you?” he croons at him. Hanzo just stares blankly back. There are faint tremors running through him as he tries to keep himself together despite his body working against him.
“Oh, none of that. You’ve been a nasty little slut for your brother, have you not? There’s no need to get shy and self-conscious now. I have already seen the depths of your depravity.” Louis’ tongue pokes out at the corner of his mouth while he watches how Hanzo can’t help but lightly curl his hips, fucking his slippery cock against the glass.
Louis grins. He looks around, then grabs a chair to wheel it in front of the tank and sit down on it. He can wait… and enjoy the sight in one go. The remote he had grabbed earlier is burning a hole into his pocket, but he won’t use it. Not yet. There is still a chance the little bitch will see reason and follow orders like a good boy.
Hanzo has his eyes closed and forehead pressed against the glass. His fins are by now a deep, vibrant blue, trembling and alert looking. He has to admit that these beasts are, in the throes of passion, absolutely breathtaking. He hadn’t even be able to properly see it when Genji had been bearing down on his brother, fucking and fighting him in equal measures. Now, though, he has an unhindered view of the beauty.
After a few minutes, Hanzo reaches down. It looks like he wants to curl his hand around his wriggling, slippery cock, but he slips it even further down, fingertips rounding the swollen edge of his hole, then sliding into himself.
Louis nearly bites his tongue. He leans forward, one hand on his crotch, massaging his cock through the jeans he is wearing.
“There you go. You need it, don’t you? Why don’t you just birth those pretty eggs now? They’ll spread you open nice, you’ll see. I promise you that you’ll just love it.”
Hanzo’s eyes jerk open. He throws Louis a baleful gaze that is utterly destroyed when he slips his fingers deeper into his cloaca and causes his whole body to shiver. His lips pull back, showing off the array of sharp teeth that he has clenched together as he seems to fight tooth and nail against his treacherous body indulging in the chemicals Louis is pumping relentlessly into the water.
Louis sticks a trembling hand into his coat pocket and closes his fingers around the remote. His thumb trails over the rotary button as he watches how Hanzo begins to slide down against the glass somewhat, his hand starting a rhythm that is unmistakable all over the globe.
“There you go,” Louis croons. His own cock feels sticky in his slacks. He’s always been a pretty wet kinda guy; he can feel his dick spitting out the pre-cum until his underwear feels hot and swampy. He grabs his crotch tighter, trying to find some reprieve.
Miraculously, the agony radiating from his wounded arm has receded to a dull throb that can very easily be ignored. In the reflection of the glass he can see that Genji has stopped his rampage in his own enclosure and is just floating there at the forefront of the glass, mouth hanging open as he, too, watches his brother debase himself for them; egged on by the chemicals in the water that he cannot escape.
“Does it feel good?” Louis licks his lips, leaning forward in his chair. He has to wipe sweat off his brow. “Is it sating your needs, monster? No, it isn’t, is it?”
Hanzo’s brow furrows. He clenches his eyes together but it seems like he is unable to simply turn himself away from the greedy gazes of both his jailor and his helpless brother. His wrist twists as if it is cramping as he tries to stuff his fingers deeper and scratch that itch that has quickly become vicious, ravaging through his body.
“That’s not enough for you, monster. I can see it in your lewd body. You need something proper to fill your hole. So why don’t you lay them now? Just bear down. They’re ripe for it, are they not? You don’t want to get sick just because you’re holding them in, yes?”
Hanzo’s face twists. He turns his head away, a fine high note shivering through the lab; it is ethereal and has the teeth vibrate in Louis’ skull. He clenches his eyes shut and rubs at his forehead for a moment, pushing through the uncomfortable sensation, unaware that Genji’s gaze has flicked from his brother to the human, brow furrowing in deliberation.
Louis gets impatient – as he so often does. He pulls out the remote in his pocket and holds it in his trembling hand.
“Do it now. Or I will help you along.” His voice is trembling, cock pulsing in the wet, sticky confines of his underwear. He awkwardly opens his pants with his non-dominant hand while not taking his eyes off of Hanzo for even a second.
Hanzo, stubborn bitch that he is, only drags the sharp claws of his other hand along the glass. He pulls his fingers out of his swollen, puffy slit and instead curls his hand around his writhing cock which wraps itself around his palm as if needing something to hold on to for comfort.
Louis bares his teeth. He is mimicking the beast’s motion, strangling his own dick when it finally springs up into the air of the lab, wetness dripping in rivulets over his knuckles.
“Very well. I’ve been nice long enough, haven’t I? I’ve been asking like a nice guy multiple times. You can’t pin this on me, can you? No, no, no, you can’t.”
He throws a brief look at the dial that he has put on the lowest setting, then rams his thumb against the button hard enough that the case of the little remote creaks.
Hanzo’s reaction is instantaneous: he jerks back from the glass, confused as he twists around himself to look for the source of the prickling pain.
Louis pushes the button again, and again in quick succession just so he can enjoy more of the confusion; the contraction of Hanzo’s muscles as they react to the outward stimulus.
“Go on…” Louis whispers under his breath. He slightly turns the knob again, mildly raising the electricity to watch the monster helplessly twitch and lean against the glass once more. Hanzo’s eyes are wide, his mouth open as if he is panting under water.
There is another ethereal whining sound that has the teeth in Louis’ head shaking.
“Do it,” he says gently. “It’ll all be over then. I’ll let you go and hide away again. I don’t need much from you. Just those eggs you’re hiding in your belly…”
He presses the button, not waiting for a reaction from the creature. He is pretty sure none would be forthcoming anyway; Hanzo looks too confused by what is happening to his body and the weird sensation of his muscles contracting without his doing.
It doesn’t mean that his cock isn’t still on board with it all. It is just as eager and twitching as before, body still reacting to the chemicals in the water. He is a plaything; vulnerable and exposed to whatever Louis wants to do to him… and damn, that feels good. That feels great after all this time hunting after the beasts and even getting slashed at by the bitch in the other tank.
Just for that, he turns the strength of the little electric shocks up just a bit more. And that, at last, seems to be the key to Hanzo’s lock that he’s been looking for the past few days.
The monster’s belly visibly contracts, body slightly curling in on itself while one of his hands jerks down helplessly to cover his swollen cloaca, face lax in his mindless shock.
Louis leans forward, hand squeezing tight around his cock. It spits out a line of slick that hits the floor with a wet splatter. He presses the button again. Hanzo jerks, head throwing back to expose his throat. He looks beautiful in his desperation, trying to understand what is happening and working against it with all that he has – in vain.
Through the crack of his fingers, Louis can finally see the first egg glistening white and filling the beast’s entrance. Hanzo’s hips hump. He doesn’t look like there is any control he has left over his own body. He has to submit to the animal need and the pain of his twitching muscles to bear down and push out his eggs.
When the first one slides out of him, his head falls forward again, forehead pressing against the glass. His tongue is lolling out, cock twitching in time with the egg gently falling down to come to a rest on the bottom of the tank.
Louis’ thumb hovers over the button again, but now that the first egg finally has pushed free, there seems to be no stopping. Hanzo has to lay them all now, with or without the help of the electric stimulus.
A soft forlorn sound comes from behind, not unlike the song of a wail. Hanzo forces his eyes open, the lids fluttering. He stares without much coordination past Louis and toward his brother, yet he does not seem to have enough brain cells left to really process it when all he can focus on right now is the feeling of his eggs spreading his channel open and slowly moving down.
“Yes… that’s it. It feels so much better like this, doesn’t it? So much more… freeing…”
Louis has his hand curled over the wet tip of his cock, dragging it down in a hard little circle just the way he likes it; the way it makes it feel like he’s pushing into a hole over and over again, all while watching Hanzo loose the fight against his own body’s needs.
He is still trying so hard to pull himself together… but now that the process started, there is no turning back. He has to bear down on the eggs, his hands pressed flat against the glass, tongue lolling out of his sharp toothed mouth as the next egg slips from him. And the next. And the next. They all are covered in a gooey substance that shields them as they slip down to the ground of the tank and gather in a pearlescent little pile.
The prehensile cock of the beast is twitching. It is curling and uncurling as if in agony while Hanzo births the hopefully inseminated eggs.
There’s a flush to his cheeks that is oddly adorable. Louis finds himself focusing on it again and again.
All of a sudden… it is over. Hanzo throws his head back, a slew of bubbles erupting from his gills while a milky white substance is pumped into the water and quickly disperses around him.
There is a nice clutch of eggs on the bottom of the tank; ten, maybe twelve, all freshly birthed by the monster and ripe for the taking.
Finally. Finally.
