One of a Kind
One of a Kind
(all characters belong to Nintendo/Rare)
Commissioned by Vixentamer. Thank you for the idea and getting me out of a writer's block for months. May become a series, but it depends if you guys like what you see and if I like the reaction. Hope you guys enjoy.
Krystal looked above as a giant explosion was seen across the darkened sky. It was finished; the mammalian warrior that freed her from her prison has now freed all of Dinosaur planet from their shackles kept by General Scales and the parasite that masqueraded as the holy Krazoa God. She saw sharpclaws emerging only to celebrate, one of them raising General Scales' belt. It seemed as they were just as much prisoners of General Scales as the other tribes. The chunks of landmasses that was also torn away from Dinosaur Planet was also reforming into place, and light quakes could be felt of the planet's restoration. Now that it was over, Krystal headed out of the palace.
Krystal contemplated thanking the man who saved her and the entire planet. "You know what, it's only proper, especially after snapping at him," she told herself. A band of sharpclaws walked about, jovially talking amongst themselves, jovially. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" Krystal approached them.
The sharpclaws looked embarrassed seeing as how they were formerly enemies just moments ago. "Yes Fox girl," one of them spoke up.
"Could I possibly use a spacecraft of yours," she asked them. "I have to travel abroad now that my job is done."
The sharpclaw thought to himself, then offered "Yes, we have many space ship just South here. We offer this as thank you."
"I really appreciate it," she glowed as she ran towards the entrance.
Krystal got out of the palace. As she tried to figure which direction was south, she noticed three sharpclaws lying on the ground, where it was then she noticed chunks of them were ripped apart below them, covered as if no one would notice. She got closer to investigate and studied their wounds, most of which looked like bite marks.
"Oh my, what could have done this?" she whispered to herself. Krystal was about to leave until something crossed her mind. It was a jarring need to capture a now defenseless vixen. This prompted Krystal to extend her staff and with quick wit, she swung her staff from behind, striking an invisible predator. It disrupted the predator's ability to camouflage with its environment, revealing itself as Dinosaur Planet's fiercest inhabitants; a Shadowhunter. Realizing this, she raised her staff and out of it a blinding light shone.
Three other shadowhunters were present, which one right in front of her lunged at her. Krystal caught his chomp with her staff and pushed to pin him on his back, and then a smack across its face with the staff knocked it unconscious. The other was not too slow to retaliate, but Krystal jumped up before his jaw could latch onto her. Instead, she threw the shadowhunter towards his last comrade and with her staff froze the three in place.
Krystal read for any other thought patterns within the area, but couldn't pick up on any but those three.
All of a sudden, a presence grabbed her staff and kicked her away. She writhed in momentary pain, trying to look at what hit her, but she instead saw her staff just floating in mid-air. It didn't even make sense; she can't feel anyone outside of the three defeated shadowhunters. A small spiked ball was then thrown at her from the staff's direction and bolts of electricity shot out. Krystal screamed as she was tranquilized and knocked unconscious. The entity struck the staff into the ground before her and uncloaked himself; it was Drakor.
Krystal slowly regained consciousness. Her memory was a bit fleeting, though. She couldn't remember some of the recent events that had occurred. All she could remember was...
"Huh? Hey, what's going on," Krystal panicked. She was chained onto some kind of restraint frame with her arms and legs held at the corners. It seemed the room she was kept in was a storage area, but there was little to any cargo in there; just cages and chains. There was also a table to the side of her, holding a number of strange instruments, but more shockingly, her clothes. In a reflexive manner of curiosity, she looked down finding all that was on her was her gauntlets, anklets, and shoes, however her breasts and her genitals were presented for anyone to see. Krystal tried to close her legs, but it was impossible; the frame was so wide that she couldn't help but hang slightly. "Hello?! HELLO?!" Krystal tried her best calling out to anyone despite slightly knowing that whoever came was probably responsible.
It was less than an hour when the ship quaked a bit as if the ship she was in had docked. The doors opened after sounds of ominous footsteps were heard and four shadowhunters strode through. "Let's make this quick, Drakor is waiting," said one with a black eye. All of the others didn't have any signs of injury, so Krystal assumed the one that spoke was part of the altercation from before.
Krystal struggled in her bonds as the shadowhunters got closer. "Don't you dare touch me...ghaakh," she was silenced with a collar fitted onto her neck. It gave her some room to breathe through, but only just enough. When the first bond from her right arm was unlocked, she tried striking at one of the shadowhunters, but one behind her struck a cattle prod at her back and sent a jolt of electricity throughout her body, weakening her. More hit had sent her the message to stop struggling, and she obeyed. She then collapsed onto the floor and was dragged in a way, crawling to keep up with the slack so she could breathe better.
As she got out, she saw the landscape of the area they were in. It seemed like Dragon Rock but there were so many strange markings on some of the walls close by. It was figured that she was on a foreign planet. A poorly reconstructed building was where the shadowhunters were leading her toward. In a crude sense of humor, she was poked by the cattle prod numerous times by the wounded dinosaur behind her.
Just hallways afterwards they finally got into what was possibly an office for the head of the operations against her where they sat her down in the middle of the room. "If you want to prove yourselves of the reputation that makes you feared throughout Dinosaur Planet, you'd drop your weapons and face me," she spat at her captors.
"We have nothing to prove to you, girl," the wounded shadowhunter responded to her. "It was commanded by Drakor to have you captured and taken to Titania. If it were really up to us, you'd be torn to pieces right from where you sit." And with that set in her mind, they left the room, leaving her to herself again.
She had heard of Drakor; the combination of every strength found in life, lead by General Scales. It was said that the only way to perfect the creature was to make the beast partially mechanical with a system that can reconstruct both the synthetic and the organic. It was believed to be an impossible experiment, but there was obviously one model out there, and it now has a sinister plan for her.
It was not long until the door opened and a behemoth of a man entered the room, carrying a case along with him. "Of all the Cerinians to have survived, the most beautiful of flowers was perfectly preserved." He said at a distance, entering. Krystal looked back to see the beast eyeing her.
"You monster! Release me now, or else," Krystal stood against Drakor.
Drakor only laughed as he saw the naked vixen with fists ready. "You really want to fight, do ya? Well, give it your all right now," Drakor offered as he stood wide open for Krystal to attack him. This prompted Krystal to charge at him with full force, and trying to launch a high jump kick towards him, he batted her away with one sway of his arm. She flew, slamming into the wall, which was made of metal, and leaving a huge dent. Her body convulsed in shock, having not only the wind knocked out of her but also having to breathe even harder due to the tightness of the collar. Drakor was above her, staring at the mess she made of herself.
He picked her up and cleared the large desk that was at one end of the room. From his left arm, an array of mechanical tentacles came out of a number of slots. "Now normally I can't enjoy sexual gratification as I am mechanical throughout my lower half. But, I can still get satisfaction knowing that I'm violating you." He started with three limbs and had one raise her from her arms. Then one started messaging between her folds. "Hau!" Krystal cried out. The metal was warm and felt smooth, which made Krystal guilty for slightly enjoying the feeling and movement of the limb. "Gah, stop, please!" Her pleading was only motivation to introduce his third limb towards her mouth. Krystal tightened her mouth shut to keep it from entering in. The sounds of slushing was made by the flow of juices coming from Krystal's loins and made the messaging smoother and shook at the pleasure she received from it. The tentacle then slid between her ass cheeks and started rubbing her tailhole. "Mmph. Mmmmph!"
"Come now, girl," Drakor taunted her. "Come on and open up a little." Krystal refused, forcing Drakor to bring out three more tentacles. Two reached to stroke and squeeze at Krystal's breasts. The ends heated up as they rubbed at Krystal's nipples, making her squirm. The third new one started rubbing on the recently played with nether lips, now focusing on her clit. "Now, we can do this more easily or we can make it rougher on you."
She didn't want to give in, but the tentacles against both her pussy and her tailhole had thrust into her. "Ghau...mmgh!" The limb that tried entering her mouth had finally inserted itself. "Mmmmmm, mmmmgh mmmmgh!" she moaned around the invasive metallic arm.
Drakor laughed at Krystal's struggling. "Hehehe, for someone who's squirming as much as you do your body seems to like this." She couldn't lie to herself that this experience gave her more sexual satisfaction in a while. However, the nature of how she was receiving this was what disgusted her the most.
"Mmmgg...Mfffff," she whined as she felt herself going crazy. As the tentacles continued to pump into, she could feel herself cumming at any minute. "Mmmm...mmmm...MMMMMMMMMMFFFFFF!!!" And then suddenly she squirted all over. Defeated, she allowed the tentacles to continue to violate her. It was obvious that her resistance was going nowhere and she allowed whatever to occur until Drakor was ready to spare some mercy onto her.
It was hours after Drakor decided to end his torturing of Krystal, and so he placed her into a kind of stasis tube. Probes were attached throughout parts of her body, most attached to her vitals but some also unusually placed inside of her pussy, probably for further humiliation. Her thread to life was the oxygen mask, though now communication was taken from her. There were other stasis tubes like hers next to her, along with a number of computer screens.
She saw someone at the computer. It looked like another shadow hunter, and he was typing away at the computer, something that was unusual for a dinosaur, but despite the absentmindedness of the sharpclaw, they also were technologically advanced. It was probably Drakor that took the shadowhunters under his wing and became their leader. As he typed away, Drakor came in; his presence warranted a hate glare towards him by Krystal. She so much wanted to take her staff and stab it straight through his head, but right now she didn't even know where her staff was.
"So, how is the computer working on cloning her," Drakor had asked the computer operator.
"It's going according to plan, sir. We've successfully repaired the replicator," the shadowhunter responded. "All seems stable now."
"Excellent," he rejoiced. "We have the one and only Cerinian. Could you imagine just how much we could sell just one for?" Drakor stared back at the angered vixen, who could hear everything they were saying. "We could hold a monopoly in the Lylatian trafficking black market."
Krystal worried about what was being said. They were going to make clones of her? The thought frightened her as she realized that an infinite amount of copies of her would be shipped to buyers as sex slaves. With that thought, loud sirens were heard and red lights lit from above the stasis tubes. To her side, a row of embryo looking organisms fell into the empty tubes and slowly started to morph into younger versions of herself. Their aging was quite rapid as a matter of minutes made them grow to about her age, and she could see that they were of her exact likeness, with only the tribal markings absent from their fur. Krystal lamented as she imagined the fate of her and her clones.