Wrong Turn at Wormhole 117

WRONG TURN AT WORMHOLE 117

Chapter Two: Foxes, Vixens, and Dinos Oh Boy!

Due to some chapter revisions (Say 60% rewrite) I’m now ready with the second chapter of my latest fan fiction.

Ivan: “Welcome back to my latest masterpiece!” Stood by a swivel chair, spinning it round and round again.
Orima: Is in the chair. “On my mark!”
Ivan: “Three!” Spun the chair faster.
Orima: “Two!” Was spinning faster.
Ivan: “One!” Gave the chair a final shove.
Both: “MARK!” Ivan stops the chair suddenly, causing Orima to sail over the horizon.
Disaster Master looks through a pair of binoculars as Orima flew off. He shook his head and dropped the binoculars. “He’s gone, I lost him.” He handed the binoculars to Ivan.
Ivan: “Well,” tossed the binoculars to the nearest Creavon, “That went about as well as could be expected.”
Creavon75: Caught the binoculars in its mouth and swallowed them in one chomp, instantly darting off in the direction Orima had flown.
Vladranov: “And now chapter two of this insane piece of stuff.”


Chapter Two Beginning Transmission


Several birdlike creatures pecked at some tall grass along the edge of a vast meadow. They poked their heads up and glanced to the bordering tree line of a thick forest. There was nothing there, so they were about to resume their activities until a blue mass rolled out of the forest and next to them. They squawked in surprise, but a deafening roar drowned their squawks out. They flock took flight to safety, leaving the blue mass behind.

Krystal crouched in the tall grass of the meadow, gripping her magic staff tightly.
Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, and here eyes were focused on where she had rolled. Her heart raced, adrenaline pumping through her veins, ready to race away at the first chance, the chance she would never get.

There was an earsplitting crack as a row of trees snapped in half. A monstrous beast pushed through the debris and let out another deafening roar. It was huge, looked like a t-rex, except that it had a muscularly developed front as well, and its massive jaws were rife with decaying meat.

Krystal had to cover her ears it was so loud, and she could hardly bear the awful smell of rotting meat that thickened the air. She trembled in fear as the beast sniffed in front of her.
Even with the putrid stench of its own mouth, it could pick out her unmistakable sent.

The beast rose up to lunge where it determined she was, but a screech distracted it.
From the air two bolts of energy shot down and struck the monster near the back of its neck.

Fox’s Arwing pulled up and went through and inverted S loop to avoid negative Gs, pulling into a turn he banked back for another run. He could plainly see that the beast was not harmed, it appeared to have a granite like shell and almost armor plates for skin.
“Slippy, I think we only pissed it off,” he said coolly as he pulled down his targeting visor. “I’m going to try and lure it away from her, Fox out.” He declared, closing the COM line. He opened up on the throttle and gripped the trigger tightly. The arwing raced through the sky at the monster with tremendous speed. “Alright, smile you son of a,” but he couldn’t finish his sentence, as something, a mere blur, flew at his ship, and collided with his right wing. There was a groan of twisting metal as the entire right wing came off and flew into the distant horizon along with the blur. An entire panel of lights went from green to red, and there were several warnings blaring. The altimeter was dropping, he was going into an uncontrolled flat spin. He gripped the stick as hard as he could, pulling back with all his might, but there was not chance, the plane was doomed, and he would be with it if he didn’t get the hell out. “This is Fox, I’ve been hit by an unknown object, and am out of control. I can’t pull up, she’s heading in steep,” he explained over the COM line as he reached down for the lever that would save him. “I’m punching out!” he declared and pulled on the ejection lever. There was a rush of air as the canopy sprung off and the seat rocketed skywards. As the seat fell behind him, he pulled his ripcord, losing the parachute and slowing his descent. He looked below him for his wrecked arwing, the beast, and Krystal, but couldn’t see any of them, he continued to crane his neck in the search.

“Ahh!” Krystal shrilly cried as the beast’s large right hand grasped her. The rough texture of its skin instantly cut the thin fabric of her native clothing. The sides sprung out from under her, sending the cloth away, releasing her bust to the open air. “Hana fa!” she shouted in a mix of fear and anger. The beast studied her, letting its warm, moist, albeit smelly breath roll over her. As much as she was disgusted and afraid, the stagnant air was stimulating her sensitive nipples, making them harden in nubs. Something inside her stirred, something from deep within her, something she had not felt in many a year. Her face went somber, and she whimpered, “Nua, nua wes vicos.”

Fox finally spotted them, and his eyes went wide in fear, fear for Krystal. “Krystal! Hold on!” he shouted, fumbling at his pants to unholster his close range side arm, a simple emergency light repeating blaster pistol. The blasters of his arwing did nothing, so the pistol would be useless, but in his fear for the girl’s safety, he didn’t think about that.
The pistol was wriggled free, but he almost dropped it, amazingly, he held on to the barrel with two fingers. He let out a sigh of relief, it was too soon however, because a sudden gust of wind caught him off guard. The sudden jerk tore the pistol from his hand, sending it tumbling to the grass below. “Shit!” he yelled, and then realized that another word was more suitable. The gust of wind caught his chute, and h began to drift away from the place he was so dearly needed. “MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!” he angrily screamed into the wind.

The beasts tongue slipped out from its mouth, and slowly began to lick up and down its captured prey’s body. The rough texture of its tongue caught her small panties, and tore through them as easily as it had the other clothing. On the next pass, its tongue barely brushed across her now exposed sex, but it immediately discovered that the prey had something more delicious than the meat on the bones.

Krystal tensed up as the slithering tongue brushed her sacred spot, there was a rush of heat from her deepness, and a clash of arousal and fear was fought. Slowly, as the creatures tongue continued to lick at her wetness, the arousal suppressed the fear, pushing it behind a wall of passion. “Ples, na, no.” she uttered in broken English.

The beast ignored her pleas, partly because it didn’t understand advanced speech, but mostly because it was now focused on getting as much of the sweet nectar that flowed from its prey as it could.
It soon decided that the current method wasn’t fast enough, so it took another approach. Instead of long licks across the entire front, it began to concentrate a series of fast slips on her nether lips.

Her breathing became rapid and shallow, she felt like she would erupt in fire at any moment. Every time the tip of the beasts tongue darted in and out of her , she slid deeper and deeper into what seemed like a boiling ocean of pleasure.

The beast noted that its new approach was working quite well, and that the juice it craved flowed out more and more with each lick. It slid its tongue in and began to explore the insides of the wet cavern with vigor. Its tongue brushed against a pearly nub, once twice, and then each time it continued its work. The prey squirmed in passion and her flower poured its nectar.

It was all she could take, with the last of her resistance drained, she gave way, cracking a dam that held back her once lost emotions. “Uhaah!” she half moaned, half gasped as the wave of bliss swept her over the edge, dropping her down a cascading waterfall of blazing ecstasy. She arched her back as the tongue slid in her as far as it would go,

The beast slid its tongue in once more, funneling the river of honey into its gullet. It drank from her until the river slowed to a stream, and from a stream, to a trickle. The prey panted heavily in its hand, utterly exhausted it seemed. Since there was nothing more it could gain from her at this time, it dropped it to the ground, maybe there would be more sweet drink later.

As she fell the twenty feet to the ground below, she could hardly think, her mind was a chaotic algamaum of so many feelings they were too much to comprehend, but this was surely the end. As she fell headfirst, her neck would surely break on impact, unless someone, or something intervened.

A blur raced by on the ground, but suddenly stopped, and zipped back to the place where Krystal was falling to.

“Ahoof.” She grunted as she landed on a strange creature, the fatal impact reduced to a rough drop. Her eyes batted several times, and then closed for good, her breathing long and deep, she was unconscious.

The small creature was sprawled on the ground under the fox, but soon managed to wriggle out from under here. It was the size of a small dog, and its hide gleamed with the shine of metal. It had two pool ball sized eyes that were completely black. It turned around and looked over the blue vixen. A faint red light emanated from its now crimson eyes, the light swept back and forth over the body as it examined her. The eyes stopped, the glow fading, they returned to normal. The creature stood up on its hind legs and looked around. “Fluff wuff level zero, taco is no go, repeat taco is no go,” it stated in an electronic monotone voice.

The beast was about to walk away, when it looked down to see the small creature next to its prey. It opened its mouth wide, and let out a fearsome roar, letting the air smell once more of rotted meat, but at least a little better thanks to a drink.

The creature completely ignored the beast, it brought its left rear left up from behind its head and scratched its nose.

The beast roared again, but nothing came of it, it moved its head closer to the creature, saliva dripping from its jowls.

Several drops of saliva splashed over the creature’s head, and it instantly went into an offensive position. It snarled and bared its rows of razor sharp reverse serrated metal teeth.

The beast pulled back, realizing the creature intended to fight it, well, it would be happy to have a small snack before heading off. The beast let loose another roar, this one more of a challenging tone, something only other creatures, or extremely advanced creatures could understand, and this one did.

Wasting no time, the creature sprung from the ground with ease, landing directly on the beast’s forehead.

The beast shook its head from side to side in an effort to remove the creature, but the creature remained perched without any apparent effort. The beast decided if it couldn’t shake the creature off, it would smash it off. Lowering its head, it prepared to ram against a large tree. It backed up a few steps, and then realized something, the creature was gone. There was a small patter inside its mouth, and it opened it up to the sound of music, and a disturbing sight.

The small creature tap-danced back and forth across the beasts tongue. It had dawned a suit, tie, top hat, and even a cane. As the mouth began to close, it jabbed the cane into the roof of the mouth, forcing it open.

Just when the beast thought it couldn’t hold its mouth open much longer, the movement stopped, the creature had disappeared again. The beast circled in place, looking up and down for a sign of the creature, but it could not find the nuisance. Instead, the nuisance would find him.

Hovering idly over the beasts left foot, the creature suddenly lashed out and sunk its teeth into the large toe.

The beast howled in pain, and kicked its foot back, sending the creature flying in the process.

The creature flew through the air in several positions, performing back flips, front flips, summersaults, and the going into a dive as it went downward. It went over the forest, and shot strait into the ground, sticking out of the dirt like a pole.

The beast slowly, cautiously, followed to where the creature flew to, it was going to stomp on it for what it did to its toe.

Several meters away, a group of similar creatures appeared to dig from of the air. They dropped to the ground from several feet in the air, dirt falling onto the ground with them.
Four of them scrambled to their feet and held up signs that all read, “Ten Points!”
The fifth and final creature stumbled to its feet and held up its own sign. In very sloppy English it read, “KUNTUCKY FRIED MUTHOR FUCKOR!”

The was a large thump as the ground vibrated, sending ripples through a nearby glass of water. The beast was just rounding the corner of the forest edge.

The startled creatures jumped up, and exploded in a brilliant flash of red, orange, and yellow.

Turning the corner, the beast looked down to where the creature should have been. It saw something, but it wasn’t the creature, it was something much, much, much bigger. The beast stopped in its tracks and looked up as high as its neck would let it.

Standing nearly twelve stories, 120 feet high, stood a giant bipedal mechanoid. It was something out of a science fiction flick, a giant armored body bristling with guns, missiles, and laser weaponry. With the hiss of hydraulics, the mech bent down on its left knee, and crossed its arms in font of its torso. “North side!” it declared in a booming electronic voice.

Several miles away, a single figure emerged from a crater in the rocky ground. “Damn that fucking hurt,” it declared, rubbing the back of its neck. It began to walk forward over a mile long trench that led to the crater. The man lifted his left wrist to check a small device. There was a shadow cast over him from above. “What the hell?” he muttered, reaching up to find a long, flat piece of metal wedged into his skull. He pulled it out effortlessly and examined it. “I must have hit something, no wonder I landed four parsecs short,” He muttered to himself, tossing the wing piece to the ground. “I guess that what was giving me such a splitting headache,” he said with a tone of humor.
A drum set went off with two successive beats and a single clash of the symbol.
He looked up and a flash of metal caught his eye, he began to walk towards what appeared to be a twisted wreck, which is just what it was.

Fox’s shredded arwing sat mangled in a heap of metal. There were several more shapes crawling all over it. More creatures of the same type that the beast found were all over the wreck. One had gathered a bunch of gauges from the cockpit and piled them nearby. Another one approached the pile with interest, causing the gathering creature to immediately tackle it. The two went rolling by the man in a tussle. A radio was drug behind by a cord. It was playing the theme from Rawhide, “Rollin rollin rollin, keep dem wagons movin, rollin rollin rollin, Rawhide!”

Two more creatures that were gnawing up and down the fuselage. They stopped when they saw the man approaching. Immediately, they began to snarl threateningly, and advanced towards him.

“Oh shit,” he muttered, reaching to his pockets to pull out the only thing that could possibly save him from an attack by those things.

The entire group of them had spotted him, and were advancing in formation. Their eyes glowed as they scanned his form, searching for vital organs and weaknesses. The eyes came to focus on the tail wrapped around his waist like a belt, the primary weakness.

Just as the first creature stepped into striking distance, he pulled out a rod of depleted uranium. “Ah ha!” he shouted, waving it in front of him.

The creatures froze, their eyes fixed on the green rod.

“Go and get it!” shouted the man as he wound up and threw the rod in an arching line across the skis.

The creatures rocketed after the depleted uranium, the acceleration of mass creating a sonic boom at ground level. The arwing rolled over twice before coming to a stop, dropping more debris from its mangled hull.
The man stood where he was, covered head to toe in displaced topsoil. “Son of a…”


Meanwhile, Professor Oak shot his load in to Deliahla’s eager mouth.
Then a nuclear warhead detonated over Pallet town.

20 miles above the town a plane passed by.
“Um, I think we hit the wrong target,” said the co pilot of the B-24.
The pilot pulled out a pistol and shot the co-pilot in the face, somehow causing another nuclear explosion

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The beast charged the large mech with its skull lowered to focus the force of impact top center of its head. Each time one of its huge legs impacted the ground, the land shook and trees wavered.

The mech firmly planted its feet in the ground, bracing itself for the skull bash. As the beast collided, the mech's large hands caught the head in a cp like position. It leaned into the blow in order to off set the inertia created by the creature’s mass and speed.

As its head butt failed, the beast immediately swung around with its tail.

Unprepared, the tail swept the mech’s legs out from under it, causing it to fall with a colossal thud.

The beast opened its mouth wide, an orb of light gathering at the base of its throat. Almost instantly it exploded, sending a beam of thermal energy down on the incapacitated mech.

A Japanese man ran buy yelling, “Godzilla!”

The intense energy weapon began to melt away at the mech’s armor plating. Heat waves radiated off of the metal. Two plates slid to the side to reveal a massive cannon emplaced in the torso. There was a bright flash of light as another blast of energy was fired from the cannon. The cannons beam energy output was nearly quintuple that of the monsters. It cut through the first beam with ease, carrying itself back towards the beast’s mouth. There was a pulse of read and blue as the beam reached the target, an eruption of light sent the beast reeling over backwards.

As the beast landed with a thud, the mech slowly tried to get up. Each movement of the gears and pistons eliciting a groan of metal and the hiss of hydraulics.

Writhing in pain, the beast roared in agony. Part of its face had been burned clean off, showing through to the done underneath. Even though the beam had cauterized the wound, there was still a tremendous amount of pain. Thrashing wildly, it managed to stumble to its feet. With its one good eye it locked onto the mech. With a deafening roar, it charged in blind rage at the mech.

The mech stead fast, out stretching its arms in front of it. A dozen pods on its back opened up the dual flaps to reveal twenty missiles each/. Parts across the shoulder blades swung up, to show several large caliber cannons. The tips of its fingers split open in four sections, each finger revealing a five-barreled auto gun. Up and down the legs and torso more weapons activated. The mech deployed steel spears into the ground from its waist and feet in order to anchor itself.
Just as the beast neared, there was a thunderous boom that shook the land. In mere seconds, a ferocious assault of firepower had reduced the beast to a disfigured body on the ground. Some how, despite all that firepower, the beast was not dead, instead, it howled in pain and anger, and tried to right itself. It never got the chance. One hundred and twenty missiles tipped with thermonuclear warheads detonated overhead. There was a blinding flash of light, then an incredibly intense inferno of fire, followed by the tremendous concussive force of the shock wave. The entire planet trembled to the core. As the mushroom cloud loomed, nothing in a several hundred-mile radius had been spared. Miles of molten slag spread out over what was once lush green woodland. The air itself shimmered in the after affects of such heat.
In the center of it all, only the towering figure of the mech stood. “You’re terminated.” The mech declared in a German accent as the sun flashed a glare off of the mirror shade visor it wore.

There was a screeching of brakes as a black stretch limo came to a halt. The back left door swung open, and a roll of red carpet automatically began to deploy. Two legs slid out, followed by the rest of a rich businessman. “I’d buy that for a dollar!” declared Donald Trump as he pointed towards the mech.

Suddenly A British guy wearing a towel pulled him back into the limo while saying, “We’re not done yet silly buns.”

Suddenly the Mach 5 sped past the limo. “Ha ha! It is I, Speedracer! There is a race that we must race in! Now to race!” He shouted in an overly dramatic fashion. The car smashed into the heel of the mech, exploding in massive fireball.

The mech began to tilt backwards. With a groan o stressed metal, it was sent falling backwards. “No way!” it deeply exclaimed in disbelief.

Underneath the right foot, a panel burst open, and a red sports car shot out. The creature from before was in the drivers seat. It wore a fighter pilot helmet, and a flight jump suit.
Speeding towards the limo, it locked down the drive pedal. Everything went in slow motion as the car rocketed forward. Distorted shouts filled the air as people dove for cover. Just before hitting the limo, the car went airborne, clearing the roof by mere inches. The mech hit the ground as the car passed overhead, several explosions erupted in series across the length of the limo. The car landed on the ground, the suspension and tires taking a brutal pounding, but it remained in working order. Time reverted to normal as the car sped off, the radio blaring in the middle of a song in its most climactic point, “I’M A HIGHWAY STAR!!!” Dust flew every which way as it sped off into the horizon.

Within the safe enclosure of a bunker complex, two bodies shifted under a quilted blanket.
A figure in the shadows pressed a few buttons, causing a distress signal to be deployed.
Fox and Krystal slept silently, peacefully, the blanket raising and lowering in conjunction with their breathing. A third form suddenly popped out in-between them. Creavon 75 turned its head to stare at Fox, and then to Krystal.

The figure in the shadow pointed at it and hissed, “Damn it, get over here!”

The Creavon smiled with glee, and dove at the figure, initiating a subspace portal and knocking them both through it.

Fox and Krystal slept silently until the Great Fox intercepted the beacon, and came down to evacuate them.


END CHAPTER TWO TRANSMISSION

A/N
Ivan: “Well, that was certainly something else.”
Vladranov and Orima: *both nod in agreement*
Ivan: “Well, join us next time for more random shit, and perhaps a plot.”


END TRANSMISSION