《The Vespidian》Blood Moon Chapter 10

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The Vespidian

Arc 11 Blood Moon

Chapter 10

The heated haze of my mating was interrupted by a strange sound. It started minuscule but quickly grew. My antennae quivered as the high pitched noise radiated through what appeared to be speakers lining the top of the walls near the ceiling. Earlier they had been playing music, but this resonance grated, stabbing into my brain. My eyes wandered to the others that held their heads shaking and squirming. I didn’t like this noise, none of us did.

One of the catgirls sunk her claws into my exposed abdomen, severing my member. I stared in disbelief as the one who had just been attached to me scurried away with my ovipositor dragging behind her. I mean, I liked it rough… but this was too far. Muh dick! That is not detachable!

The pain boiled up my spine and I roared, “Hey! Get back here with that!”

I swiped my attacker and the rest of the animal women away from me. The perpetrator smacked against the wall and slumped for a moment, before rising again wild-eyed. My body sealed itself up like a fortress leaving nothing vulnerable.

I don’t know where it went, but my inseminator was out there, somewhere lost in the writhing bodies. That conniving cat had run off with it. I didn’t have long to search for it as things became much more dire. I hadn’t noticed it when I had been pounding those pussy cats, but they looked different now. Their fur was longer, their claws sharper and all of them were bristling with muscle. Their pupils were huge, and the smells coming out of them were shifting from wanting and needing to something else, something much more wild, violent and angry.

I winced, it was this noise. Reaching up I tore down one of the speakers. My movement seemed to set them off, and they approached with rabid intensity, hissing and snarling. It seems they were under the full effect of the Blood Moon. All thoughts and reason were gone. Their instincts controlled them. I reared up hissing right back, growling at them. Some backed down, but others took this as a challenge.

They came from all sides, lunging at me. Claws ripped at my thick carapace, teeth tore and tried to chew at me. They had devolved into mindless beasts. My tentacles strangled several, keeping them at bay even as they thrashed and bit at me. It reminded of me scenes I had seen in movies, like zombies or monsters swarming in to eat me. The seething sea of bodies rushing at me, furious fur balls of teeth and claws. I didn’t want to hurt them, but then again I didn’t have much of a choice here.

With a broad sweep my arms knocked the creatures that had been attempting to scale me down. Beating them back, hurling the animals away. That didn’t seem to deter them. I had to be rougher as they bounced right back barreling at me, screaming like lunatics. My hand came down, swatting them back until finally, I snapped over how fed up I had become. They were going to tear me apart if I kept holding back like this.

My foot stomped down knocking loose many of the subhumans clambering up my legs. Below my claws cracking and crunching of bones rose as I crushed one of the less fortunate animals. I wasn’t sure who or even what I had just smashed, due to the sheer number of figures and flailing limbs trying to drag me down. The sweet aroma of blood sent the beasts into a frenzy as they turned on one another.

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With them distracted for a moment I was able to concentrate on the real problem. The sound was more important to deal with. Several of my eyes honed in on the devices, and I swiped tearing down another. Sensing a lapse in my defense Glitter Kitten darted forward, and one of my arms detached torn free by the crazed cat woman. She snarled at me entirely out of her mind. It was surprising that she could get through my carapace. The cut was clean at the elbow. Ah, she hadn’t gotten through, she had aimed for the joint. She spat out the arm the moment my yellow blood touched her tongue. The pungent stink of my blood was a sharp contrast to their own and served to keep them away as I smashed the next speaker.

Whatever this tone was it was making them even crazier than usual. The longer things went, the further they delved into violence to the point that the whole room was consumed in movement and horrific squeals and screeching. From the sounds of it, somebody was being eaten alive. They attacked one another and for that matter anything and everything around them. The cacophony was even starting to get to me. I slapped a werewolf woman who sunk her teeth into my leg so hard she smashed into the wall. This one didn’t get back up. If things kept on like this, I think I won’t be able to hold back against them.

Glitter Kitten and Den Mother got into it. They were literally going at it like cats and dogs, growling and barking at one another. The two snarled before descending into a bloody battle. Fur flying, blood spurting as they tore at one another, scratching, clawing, biting and tearing. It was this fucking sound driving everyone crazy.

This pandemonium would not end unless those speakers were dealt with. Ignoring the animals even as they swarmed about claws tearing and fangs ripping I set to work silencing this insanity.

My fist slammed and smashed the next, and I shifted, following along the wall as my lower arms slapped and punched wild animal women knocking them away from me. It was getting harder to think with every passing moment. My antennae shivered as my brain reeled from this pain and the pulsing beat. Some of the other subhumans attacked the speakers as well, knocking several down.

I continued destroying and crushing, smashing until that damned noise stopped. I paused for a long moment, holding my head. It felt like my brain was going to split in half or simply melt into mush. My thoughts cleared with the absence of that noise. However, the Mad Dogs had gone well genuinely insane. They were still fighting and screeching at one another. They had gone feral.

I picked up my discarded arm letting it reconnect. It was only now that the pain throbbed from my body and the gashes and slashes covering my carapace were noticed. I had been so out of it I couldn’t even recall when I had taken each wound. Yellow was leaking everywhere, and there was even red blood on my claws.

Someone did this. This was on purpose. Whoever it was, I was going to tear them a new one, hell I will likely rip them in half with how my blood was boiling. Somebody just clam jammed me, hell I am down my seventh leg over this. I was pissed. I hit the door, trying to open it. It appeared to be locked from the outside.

Despite all the crazed animals darting all over the room, they had enough survival instinct to clear a path for me. I got a running start this time and slammed into the vault door with my shoulder. The thick metal dented out. I could hear panicked voices from the other side.

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“Gnome, collapse this corridor, it will slow them down. Hell, bring the whole fucking building down on them if you have to, stop them no matter what it takes!” shouted a woman.

I- I knew that voice, it was Nightmare. My anger deepened into a rage. I fumed venting with how furious I was. The animals fled from me crying and cowering in the corners of the room. Except, Den Mother and Glitter Kitten who were still very much locked in a battle for supremacy or to the death. I didn’t know why they were fighting, but it was pissing me off. We were under attack, and these dumb fucking animals were fighting each other?! I grabbed the werewolf by the neck, mostly cause Glitter Kitten was too fucking fast to even touch and hurled her so hard she went through the vault door.

It was only after I saw her sprawled out motionless that I realized what I had just done. Glitter Kitten had retreated along with the rest. Many of them were fat with my brood, and that included Den Mother who was likely knocked out cold now. She certainly wasn’t moving. I regretted losing my temper, but they were unreasonable.

I heaved stepping forward; my hands braced on the frame of the shattered door as I looked out. There at the base of the stairs was Den Mother slumped over. I could smell Nightmare. My mouth twitched as I gazed up the steps. A shiny metal person stood at the top with the hands upraised. That was Gnome?

What the hell was she doing here? Last I had heard she had been shipped out… Nightmare must have pulled some bullshit and had her confined in the hero league headquarters. She must have been fully brainwashed by this point. It might be even worse than what that cunt had done to Sunshine. If that were the case then there likely would be no reasoning with her.

I took a step, and Gnome pulled her hands down. The building rumbled around us and the walls crushed in. The ceiling collapsed crushing us under tons of debris. Things finally settled and I pushed freeing myself from the crushing earth.

I wiggled backward back into the vault; everything seemed to be okay in here; it was a very sturdy place. Den Mother was still out there, and it wouldn’t do to lose a good incubator. My claws scraped and shoveled digging through the concrete. With how easily I was able to sift through this stuff I am starting to think that I am part subterranean. It didn’t take long to uncover the werewolf and drag her back into the room with the other fearful animals.

She was still breathing after a brief moment of letting my feelers rub on her to figure out if she was fine. I snarled at the gathered subhumans making them retreat further back. She should be fine here. They would take care of themselves, well hopefully. Regardless, we had to get out of here or else we might die from lack of oxygen.

My claws set to work tearing and crushing the thick concrete and I tunneled my way up. The ground was strange. It was harder than it should be. It was almost like a fortified wall, not loose or filled with debris as it should be. Despite how solid it was I forced my way through it. My fingers broke the surface, and my arm reached up, feeling around. Something heavy slammed past, nearly tearing off my arm. It bent back, snapping at the elbow.

My roar of pain vibrated through the earth and my arm twisted back into position. I pushed down, shattering the ground and pulling myself free. Gnome stood before me as I rose up, towering over her puny metal form. Nightmare and the others were nowhere to be seen. They must have run those fucking cowards. My antennae twitched, smelling them out.

It took a moment to catch their trail as I grinned, licking my lips. “I smell you, Nightmare.”

Gnome tensed backing away, the pure bloodthirst and malice radiating out of me made her shiver. Slowly my eyes descended onto her as though only now realizing she was there. “Gnome? Don’t get in my way.”

Gnome raised her hands as all of the metal around slapped against her exterior melting and growing her protective suit. She rose to nearly my stature, but there wasn’t enough metal for her to grow that large.

“You will have to go through me first.” She said growing a spear of chromed metal.

Gnome attacked thrusting out the piercing metal. It glanced off of my hardened carapace, and my arm crashed down, snapping it in half. The right main arm reached back and clocked the golem in the head, sending a sizeable chunk spiraling away as Gnome staggered back. She wasn’t in the head, but rather the chest. She couldn’t win a heads up fight, and she knew it. She stabbed her arms into the ground and pillars of concrete shot up knocking me back. She had formed a wall between us.

I rose, “Out of my way or I will kill you Gnome.”

“I… I can’t do that,” she replied as the wall morphed into a wave that came crashing down at me.

My fist slammed against it, and the middle section broke. I clambered through the hole, kicking off of it to attack her. Gnome ripped her hands up sending a new wave of concrete at me. Annoying. This was fucking annoying. I was wasting time on this bitch and Nightmare was getting away.

“Fuck you small fry!”

I bent down and kicked off throwing my mass at the wall. It shattered and I barreled through tackling Gnome. My claws dug into the metal and I smacked her against the ground like a rag doll. I beat her against the ground, dragging her metal body as I yanked and pulled at it, crushing part of it under my foot as I tried to rip it in half. The metal groaned and strained, but it was too dense to separate it like this. She was actively using her power to reinforce her body.

Frustrated I hammered her down into the ground, denting the metal as I used her like a club. Brazenly using her as a weapon, I swung her obliterating a dilapidated building. I spun in circles using the moment to go faster until I let go of her sending her hurtling through several buildings that collapsed in her wake. That should deal with her for now. My antennae flicked as I got on all sixes.

I had wasted enough time on Gnome. I picked up the scent and kicked off hunting my prey. My claws scuttling over the ruined buildings as I hounded that evil woman. My mind already filled with the horrible things I will do to her when I catch her. I was going to eat her hands, finger by finger all the way up to her shoulders… or should I leave her with stumps so that she can pathetically flail around?

I heard a sound… something was below me. My body dodged back as metal spears stabbed out of the ground.

“Persistent, aren’t you?” I hissed at Gnome as she materialized out of the rubble.

“I won’t let you pass.”

“I will kill you. I mean it!” I snarled at her.

She slapped her hands together, and the ground turned into liquid. My claws sunk into it, as it turned back into a solid with me half buried. The limbs quaked, and the ground cracked and shattered. She brought her hands down, and a sinkhole gaped devouring me. The earth piled up closing in around me, trying to trap me. My claws raked out, ripping and tearing as I dug my way free again. She was pissing me off, seriously getting on my last nerve.

Gnome stood atop a shifting mass of concrete that surfed over the ground at a surprising speed. I shouldn’t have let her go so easily or rather I should have just finished her off rather than having mercy. It was going to be difficult to catch her; she was very fast on the ground… on the ground huh?

My wings beat, and I launched myself up into the air. I rose up steadily as all of my eyes gaped, canvassing the surroundings for where Nightmare was. Behind me, my large eye honed in on the movement that caught its attention. Subhumans were pouring out of that hole I had made. They were scattering in the direction of the city lights.

I paused, if left alone they were going to cause mayhem in the city. A lot of people might die, especially with how riled up they were tonight. However, if I went to stop them, Nightmare was going to get away. My eyes glinted with movement in front of me, and I could see Captain Metal, Disk Jockey, and Nightmare fleeing through the ruined buildings of the slums.

… I should stop them.

FUCK THAT KILL NIGHTMARE! DON’T YOU DARE LET THAT WHORE GET AWAY!

The longer I waited, the further both got from one another. My mind resonated with Sub on this. Nightmare first, it won’t take long to squish that filthy fucking insect. Then I can hunt down those stupid animals and make them my incubators.

A spear of metal stabbed up through my wing making it crumple in. I plummeted down crashing into the ground. The wing extended as I ripped the spear free from it. The membrane quickly began to reconnect as I rose to my feet. It would take a minute or two to be able to fly again.

My many eyes glared at the shining metal figure that stood atop a pillar of stone. This was going to be difficult. The ground shifted as she moved, keeping a reasonable distance away from me. Gnome had taken on a stalling tactic of skirting around my peripheral, harassing me with harpoons of metal or just hurling cars at me. If I chased her, she fled, if I ignored her, she threw walls in my path and dug pit traps. It seems that talk of L.A. making her into a hardened veteran had not just been a simple rumor.

Annoying.

I was going to lose Nightmare at this rate. Like this, the little sandy headed pest was basically impossible for me to catch. At least brute strength wouldn’t be able to deal with her. Perhaps my impatience was clouding my judgment a little too much. I needed to calm down a little and think it over properly. A clever ruse might turn things in my favor. I thought for a moment remembering what I could about Gnome. There was one thing that I remember rather clearly. She had PTSD. But how to exploit it? What was it that she was scared of? I believe it was fire or instead explosions wasn’t it? That was undoubtedly what had set her off during the sewer incident.

My eyes scanned the surroundings as I smacked the earthen spears away from me. They were little more than gnats to me, merely irritations. The pestering sand flea would be dealt with soon enough. There it was. My eyes honed in on the structure that I was looking for. Yes… that will do nicely. With a burst of movement, I set off, veering north, away from where Nightmare was. Gnome followed, making sure that I was not just going to double back and flank from the side. I charged, smashing through ruined buildings as I approached my target. Standing tall above the ruins of the slums an old sign read “GAS” though most of the other numbers and letters had fallen off at some point. I had seen it from the air earlier.

The lot was mostly empty though there were several abandoned cars. I shoved them over to the pumps, shaking them to hear if there was any fuel within. Out of broken down van a family of rat people scattered, darting away into the darkness of the night screeching and screaming. It appears I had interrupted their breeding. The inside was a literal rat nest of various things dragged in. The horrid stench of piss fouled the air as I tossed the van away. I suppose they are homeless now.

I shook my head and set back to work on my trap. Rodent free, the next several vehicles were more in line with what I had wanted. I could hear the glugging of gas sloshing in their tanks. One was empty, but that didn’t matter. I tapped at the cover on the ground, tearing it and gazing down into the reservoir below. I could see the liquid glistening in the moonlight. Hehe… this will certainly do nicely.

My claws crumpled through the pumps and gasoline sprayed up onto the concrete from the broken lines. I let the gas pool. What little of it there was in the lines. I moved away from it heading farther north, my back eye watching Gnome. The moment she reached that gas station I stretched back, hurling a sedan at the pumps. She ripped it out of the air, but it still scraped across the concrete sending sparks spraying in all directions.

The spark became a flame, and then the flame became a hell of a lot more. Fire rushed into the open ground. She didn’t react fast enough and was consumed as the whole street corner exploded sending flames and spiraling shrapnel scattering in every direction. I winced holding my antennae from the deafening roar of the blast. Thick black smoke billowed out as I rushed for the downed figure. Gnome had curled up into a fetal position, shaking as she seemed lost in that fire. She meekly started to merge into the ground, trying to escape, but I didn’t let her.

My claws stabbed into the hardened concrete, ripping her out, plucking her like some fruit of the earth. My grip tightened, metal crinkling and crumpling, crushing her inside as she screamed and cried. I tore and snapped the golem in half. Gnome dangled out, limp. My mouth gaped ready to devour this little snack until I realized what I had been doing. I closed my maw after a moment. I smelled at her, listening to see if she was alive or not. I could hear breathing and a heartbeat , so she was just passed out.

It would be a waste to eat her. Of course, it would be troublesome to bring her with me though… it was a bit of a dilemma I wanted to use her as breeding stock as well. I wonder if my babies would inherit her terra kinetics? Should I just leave her here and come back for her later? No, she might get away. Oh right… I had pockets now don’t I.

My stinger emerged and I sunk it into her. She screamed writhing in agony as I pumped her full of the paralytic venom. Her pained expression faded as she dangled limply. My abdomen flap lifted, and I squished her in against my soft musky flesh. It sealed shut trapping her inside. Another for my… collection I suppose.

I wiped my hands looking down at the broken golem. Now, where had that damned Nightmare run off to?

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