DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 26: The Bus Trip (Volume Two Premiere)

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CHAPTER 26: THE BUS TRIP

Sensual vibrations. The feeling of her areolae and nipples getting sucked in by the interior socket of the fossil brassiere had started back at the manor and followed her all the way down here, to the bottom of the estate’s long, winding driveway. The private investigator chose to go solo. Her investigation and the rescue of Gerald’s daughter was officially starting now, as she insisted for the two men living in the castle to leave her alone. That this was now her burden to bear. They had done more than enough to help her, and she now simply wanted to get on with her work. To get her hands full and her mind off of these unfortunate personal revelations. Passing through the gates and walking quickly down the dimly lit street, she held the project Valkyrie prototype in her hands and pressed it against her chest in the hopes of making the pain go away. The same thing Sebastian had done to her earlier. She learned from him, by watching him grope and molest her heaving chest with a purpose. At this moment, it wasn’t a horrible, excruciating  pain, it was more so a rather annoying, persisting, tingling, and occasionally arousing sensation. Though it made her uneasy nonetheless. Like the freaky feeling you sometimes get when your chest tightens up. For a split second, you're convinced it’s the sign of a heart attack that of course never materializes. Just like it was earlier at the table with Gerald, it felt as if her nipples were being aggressively pulled towards the inside of the brassiere’s inner sockets, almost as if two vacuums were sucking on them.

In spite of all this, it was not this alarming sensation that had caused her to haphazardly flee the scene. In all honesty, it had more to do with what Gerald had told her at the very end of their conversation—revealing to her that she had lost her eggs. Just like that. During her coma, they had perished in her womb while the two men had struggled to stabilize her.

There was nothing she could do about it.

At first, Cynthia was shocked by this news. But not too long after erupting out of the mansion and going outside, she realized that maybe it was for the better after all. The eggs were Joss’s. She had no intention of raising kids with that animal. They probably would have turned out to be a bunch of selfish, big-cocked brats anyway… Right? And yet, she couldn’t shake this foreign feeling of emptiness in her gut, for the loss of children she’d never even wanted.

Cynthia rushed herself down the unkempt street, thick with tall pine trees and undergrowth on either side, until she could finally see the nearest bus stop in the distance. Refusing Sebastian’s offer for a ride, the Empire’s public transport services were her only realistic ticket back into Ecstasy City, especially at this hour of the evening. Still quite a ways to go, she quickened her pace. It had been far too long since she last stretched her thick, exposed legs. For someone who had been both bedridden and pregnant over the last few weeks, she was in surprisingly good shape. She didn’t usually get that much exercise, outside of her two jobs anyway. Though right now, she felt physically fitter than she’d ever been. Could this to be the result of her changing DNA?

Her tits bounced up and down and up and down as she jogged. Hardly supported at all by the flimsy, low-cut tank top that Sebastian had outfitted her with. Not that it bothered her all that much. Cynthia was used to the weight of her “girls”, having never sought support before. Not many women in Ecstasy ever did on account of the humidity and… Well, less reputable reasons. Besides, while it wasn’t meant for it, the fossilized brassiere did help somewhat.

As she drew closer, the busty detective heard creatures hissing in the early moonlit woods surrounding her position.  It was no rare sight to see wild animals hunting and foraging on the outskirts of civilization. Gerald’s mansion was far enough from the city that feral beasts may be lurking.

What was that…? She thought as she heard the bestial  sounds emanating from the darkness.

Judging from the pitch of those calls , it sounds like it could be a couple of raptors… Or worse… An entire, coordinated pack of them! I need to hurry if I don’t want to get in trouble… She kept thinking as she quickly made her way closer and closer to the bus stop outside of the woods.

Suddenly, she was regretting not accepting that ride…

Cynthia saw shadows dancing in the woods. She was being stalked by a bunch of creatures that watched as her jog became a run. The first solid silhouette she identified gave her a big clue as to what she was dealing with…

Whhhahhhrrhh…!

But when one of them roared again, she now clearly knew for a fact…

They were Deinonychus. Velociraptor-like creatures that would hunt in packs and shred their victims apart in mere seconds.

Deinonychus? The old man never warned me of a species this dangerous living in these woods… She thought.

Time to step it up into a full on sprint.

Despite usually hunting in packs, only one of them came into the open, on the side of the road behind Cynthia. Only this one moved in on her. The others remained hidden in the shadows, perhaps as backup?

Cynthia made a big effort to stay calm and keep her movements steady while not dropping any speed.  Showing any sign of weakness could potentially encourage the others to immediately gang-up on her, making it impossible for her to deal with them all at once. If this species wasn’t so usually frightened of the humanoid races, she probably would have already been backed into a corner.  Just her luck. Of course, they had decided to test their chances with her of all people…

The one brave enough to take the scantily clad, bluenette on was now only a few inches away from her. Rapidly gaining ground with its impressive speed. Convinced she could no longer escape this one, the private eye in distress momentarily spun around and quickly used Néné’s Saurius dildo to hit the Deinonychus in the face.

Thud!

It worked! The Dino was taken completely by surprise and smashed in the lower jaw.  It flew backwards in the air and harshly landed on the rough asphalt below.  That ought to buy her some time. Pleased with herself and high on adrenaline, Cynthia turned heel and kept running. The buxom harlot was free… for now.

***

Just a little earlier, back at the table in Gerald’s study.

“Oh…” She hadn’t noticed. She hadn’t even given it a second thought since she woke up yesterday. The non-pregnant detective immediately reached for her lower abdomen before stopping herself. It wasn’t necessary. She knew it was true the moment she thought about it. Her fertilized ova, Joss’s unborn children, were no more. Cynthia was finally free from that slimy bastard. And yet, a small part of her remained... unfulfilled. She couldn’t quite find the emotions to describe this sensation, let alone the words.

“I see…” Not too long after uttering those words, —the chest pain came back. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back, as  Cynthia immediately fell and crumbled apart. She held herself to the side of the table for support, ramming the DNA Valkyrie against it. She almost fell to the floor, but luckily for her, she managed to use the table as an island in the middle of a sea of troubles.

“Aaahh…”

“Hmmmm…  It keeps hurting? Right?” The tall butler asked after hearing Cynthia struggling in pain at the table of the mansion. Sebastian quickly came to the rescue. The butler thought it was because her chest kept hurting so much, but it wasn’t only that. It was the recent news that was announced by Gerald. With her DNA altered, it made sense that how Cynthia felt psychologically and emotionally could affect the prototype she was wearing. The more she was tormented, the more her body reacted to her emotional state.

“It’s nothing... I’m fine... Don’t worry... I need to go... I have to start searching for her…” Cynthia insisted.

“You should probably not leave quite, just yet. It might be a bit too early,” Sebastian answered.

“I said, I’m fine!”

“In this state, how far do you think you’re going to make it?” Gerald asked her as he stood up, helping himself with his cane.

“Look, let me worry about that, okay?” She affirmed while frantically collecting her things in preparation to leave the highly furnished study. Completely aware of it, she grabbed the Saurius dildo owned by Néné she had left on top of her chair. She had been hiding it there for some time during the meeting. She secretly dropped it into the inner left side pocket of her trench coat. Intentionally refraining from mentioning it to the two men in an effort to be discreet. Cynthia hoped to leverage her thieving skills to her advantage here. She could have come out in the open and said it was needed as key evidence for her investigation, or something to that effect. Though she couldn’t bring herself to tell such an obvious lie in this particular moment.

Of course, this curvy minx had something else in mind for the fourteen-inch-long, Saurius shaped sex-toy that was as blue as her very own hair.

Just when she was about to vacate the premise…

“… Aren’t  you forgetting something?” Gerald passively asked her.

She froze.

She slowly turned around. Trying to play it cool. She didn’t seriously just get caught, did she?

“And what would that be?”

“This…” Gerald said as he indicated toward the pile of photographs featuring his daughter. “… These pictures of her… How else are you going to correctly identify my daughter if you forget what she looks like? Huh?…”

Holy shit! I completely forgot about them… What an amateur move…

She thought as she ashamedly walked back over to Gerald and grabbed the pile of photographs that he now had bundled in his hand. Ready to pass them over to her.

“Thank you… I actually have a very good memory, so I think I would have been fine to recognize her all by myself… Ufuufu…”  She was obviously lying through her teeth. In all honesty, Cynthia had a horrible memory which she perfectly well-damn knew about. A pretty huge handicap for a private eye, but she had… other “advantages” to help make up for it in the field.

She hoped simply to grab the collection of photos and leave with them, but Gerald resisted. Holding on a little too tightly, Cynthia was unable to pry them from his old, scaly hands. Meanwhile, Gerald suddenly reached for her left side pocket with his one free hand—before retrieving his daughter’s prized dildo out from within. He truly didn’t need to, to be honest. Cynthia, having not thought this through, failed to notice that the Saurius dildo was so long and oversized (compared to a human dildo at least)  that it was still frankly easily visible. It stuck out of the side-pocket like a sore-thumb.

“You could have asked before taking this, you know? I’m fine with you ‘keeping it company’ during your journey. Though perhaps the photos of my daughter were a tiny bit more important than this thing? Don’t you think so?” He then kindly slid the sex toy back into her side pocket.

“I agree…” She murmured as she awkwardly blushed. She didn’t know how to respond. Gerald kept pushing the dildo further down the pocket… Over and over again… He quickly realized himself that it wouldn’t fit.

“Oh! I see now why you did such a poor job of hiding your brazen thievery...” Gerald declared.

“Yes, I believe that’s how you caught me…”

“Then, you should probably find a better spot for it,” he said as he winked at her.

“I’ll try…”

He also finally released his grasp on the pictures.

“Go on, Cynthia. I’ll allow this, but don’t you fool around too much out there. Find my daughter at all costs. ” The old man instructed her.

“Don’t be afraid to come back if you feel like the pain is too bad, though... Okay?” Sebastian insisted.

***

A few more minutes of running for her life in the near dark, fearful that the pack of deinonychuses would engage her once again, Cynthia was finally about to reach the bus stop. Gerald’s daughter’s sex-toy freely bounced from all directions as she ran. The dildo was now attached via a strap to the side of her teeny micro “skirt”. The phallic toy she used to beat back the Deinonychus frequently slapped against the side of her juicy right thing as she sprinted.

Just when she thought she had outrun the danger, she quickly realized that the courageous one from before was still  after her… The one she hit with the sex-toy. Persistent little bugger. The rest appeared to be keeping their distance. Perhaps they got scared when she struck back? This one, however, kept silently pursuing her no matter what. Almost as if it had some kind of vendetta against her. Did she really hit him that hard?

Despite possessing what felt like enhanced speed and agility, Cynthia’s boosted finesse could not compete with a primal creature such as this. It would be on top of her again any second now. And this time, it would be ready for her futile resistance. She decided to stop and face him. Running wasn’t the answer here, and her heels weren’t made for this either. Besides, what good is making it to the bus stop if there aren’t any busses around to save her? She had to at least try to think of something, and fast. But she wasn’t fast enough. The fearless Deinonychus directly saw this as his chance to strike and took it. Leaping toward the delicious looking detective, he swung his claws in her direction as he prepared to slice them on her pretty face. However, as she turned to meet him, the beast accidentally stumbled face-first into her massively large chest in midair. The creature entered into direct contact with the DNA Valkyrie prototype. Upon which, it caused the brassiere to glow of dark orange light once more, as if it had been activated or awoken from its slumber.

Skcreeee…!

The Deinonychus screeched and reeled as it appeared to be harmed by the mysterious light coming out of the prototype. The creature brutally landed on the hard road once again. This time, it left a mark. It was not a good night for the poor bastard…

The Deinonychus barely moved as he was knocked onto the ground. As if it was paralyzed…

“What the fuck just happened…?” Cynthia asked herself out loud. That’s when she noticed it. As it lay there upon its side, legs spread apart, the overly curious detective couldn’t help but notice the raging hard cock erupting from it’s sheathe. Thirteen inches of raw raptor meat was pointed directly at her and twitching furiously, leaking pre-cum everywhere. It would have given her newly acquired dildo a run for its money, except… this one was real. Alive. Her eyes darted down to it’s scaled testicles, a little smaller than she had expected, but they looked just about ready to burst at the seams. Must have been packed with dense dino cum just waiting to be let loose inside of her. She blushed. Is this what it wanted? Why did it try so hard to take her, despite its kind usually being so weary of humans such as her? She thought back to her knowledge of this species… If she recalled correctly, then this was probably its peak mating season! But still, why her? Why not one of its packs? Surely there were some females among them… Unless… Was it possible that her modified DNA had confused this simple soul to believe she was one of them? A suitable mate in heat? Oh, gosh... Was she releasing pheromones now?

She then turned around, her attention suddenly caught by the sound of the scheduled public transport vehicle turning into the street at the distant corner and moving closer to her position. She began walking. Eager to reach the stop, and get that animal’s erection out of her head. Yes, she had just been with Russell, but that was different! That was an emergency. Besides, he was domesticated and friendly… And massive… Ah, stop it! She couldn’t just allow herself to be so easily seduced by anything with reptile cock... Could she!? Clearly struggling with her inner thoughts, Cynthia finally reached the nearby terminus, but failed to realize that the paralysis effect induced by the DNA Valkyrie prototype had come undone! Violently assaulting her for the third time, the rabid Deinonychus leapt at her once again—only for the bus to ram his face in like the fifteen ton, steel wrecking ball that it was—sending the comparatively insignificant dino flying comically like a rag doll in a video game. Roadkill.

Screeching to a halt, the vehicle stopped several feet ahead of where it should have, thanks to the driver’s decision to intervene and save the young woman’s life. Lucky for her... The door opened. Cynthia, not fond of staying out here one moment longer, ran to the new position the bus had stopped at. She hopped into the vehicle and quickly climbed up the stairs that lead onto the main floor of the bus. The old driver looked at her.

“This one almost got you, huh?”

“Thank you so much for…”

“... Hitting him in the face with the front of the bus? No problem. The fewest of those things there are, the better. But you’ve got to be a little more careful. Walking alone in the dark out here at this time of the evening is mighty risky, little lady.”

“I gathered. Thank you again…”

The driver then noticed the strange thing she was wearing over her chest under her new tank top. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly. He first thought it was just a normal bra or bikini top, but quickly understood that it wasn’t the case at all. He also noticed how sweaty the woman was right now. It helped him see through the practically sheer fabric of her tank top. It basically concealed nothing at all. He thought that perhaps she wasn’t feeling quite so well.

She was, of course, so sweaty since she had just been running for her life.

“Hey, are you alright, ma’am?”

“Yeah, sure, I just got almost killed by that Deinonychus…”

“No. I mean, what is that you’re wearin’?—”

“—I’m fine! Thank you.”

“Um, okay, but what is that thing? What are you wearing under your shirt?” He asked while pointing at the strange prototype, super curious.

Almost immediately after he asked and pointed at what she was wearing on her chest, she nervously closed her trench coat, hiding the brassiere as much as possible.

Of course. I forgot that damned pervert, Sebastian, had intentionally given me this low-cut top in order to make things more difficult for me… She thought, biting her lip. The idea of her being in this exact position was a lot more exciting in her head earlier on. But now that she was actually confronted with the reality of having to hide this darn prototype for real, she realized that her sexy outfit was probably just going to be more irritating than anything she had naughtily hoped for…

She then took out her bus pass from the left pocket of the coat.

“It’s a bra. Why? Never seen one before?” She violently spat the words at him.

“What kind of bra is that?” He said, totally laughing his ass off.

Cynthia quickly moved the bus pass in front of a scanner displayed on the right end of the vehicle dashboard.

Ting.

Scanned and successfully identified.

A bar was lifted, and she was automatically allowed into the passenger zone of the vehicle.

“An old-school one,” she replied after dropping her pass back into the pocket of her coat. She then made even more efforts to hide the brassiere from the driver and the other passengers in the hope to receive the least amount of attention as possible.

“Alright. Welcome aboard!” He pleasantly shouted as Cynthia dove deeper into the bus, trying to find an empty, available seat that she could take for the long ride ahead of her.

The vehicle was nearly completely full. It was to be expected. After all, it was peak commuting time. Many on this bus would be on their way home from work, perhaps some were even heading in to start a long and gruelling night shift. Cynthia remembered the feeling.  The vehicle was filled with Saurius and Urzax folks, not many Humans aboard. This specific region of Ecstasy City was a Saurius heavy region, after all. Cynthia being a Human obviously attracted a lot of attention from the other passengers. Lots of Saurius and Urzax men turning their heads towards her, now focusing their eyes on her lewd and vulnerable body. Try as she might, the trench coat didn’t cover much. All the ogling eyes could attest to that. Still, better that folks think she’s acting a little strange than finding out she’s wearing imperial contraband. Not that any of these ruffians would have a clue what the prototype was. Still, one could never be too careful. People always say the Empire has eyes and ears everywhere…

Not too long after entering the bus, Cynthia had started to feel her ovaries burning. She was getting signals from her own body that she was already primed to make babies again. The fertile detective felt the first of many ovaries being fired down one of her fallopian tubes. That didn’t take long. By the time this bus ride was over, she’ll have loosed so many eggs into her uterus that even a single drop of Urzax or Saurius cum could prove fatal... She hadn’t felt this in a very long time… Ever since she was impregnated by Joss…

That night in the club felt like such a long time ago now. She’d gone without experiencing this tingling sensation for so long, that she was shocked to discover that she had actually missed feeling it! That deep in the recesses of her mind, she actually liked feeling this way. Was this also the result of her changing DNA? Or was she really just as hungry to be bred as every other slut in Ecstasy?

One thing was for sure, the ultimate arousal was back.

Perfect... Exactly what I was trying to avoid: attention…

A decent amount of space was currently available to her at the centre of the passenger zone for her to stand during the commute. But of course, she knew perfectly well that if she chose to stand on public transport, then by imperial law she would be publicly opening herself up for molestation by any licence holders. Which was something the hard-boiled detective wasn’t too keen on, regardless of whether she was trying to conceal the prototype or not. Unfortunately for her, the other option didn’t seem to be as available right now. She looked for an empty seat, but was unable to find one at first glance.

“Hey, girl, why don’t you stand up at the   of the bus with me? I would totally love to keep you company, if you know what I mean,” an Urzax man said to her with a large, welcoming smile. Kindly greeting her aboard. Plenty of other men gave her the exact, same smile, but he was the only one outspoken enough to actually talk to her.

“Thanks. But no, thanks,” she said while biting her lower lip once more, secretly wishing she had the luxury to play this “game”. It really had been too long since she last climaxed. Every single interaction she had, had since Russel had only turned her on more and more. Building her back up again. She was long overdue for an orgasm. She toyed with the idea of  letting herself be seduced and touched by this stranger, but  knowing full well the type of person she was, she knew that this was very dangerous. Cynthia was the sort of girl to get easily distracted and side-tracked when feeling horny. This didn’t use to be so much of a problem, when she was only interested in Humans and found every Saurius and Urzax she crossed paths with totally repulsively. But now… Fuck! They all looked so damn hot to her… Another wave of ova released.

“Are you sure?”

“Um, yeah…”

“I’m a license holder.”

“So? Many other people are as well. What’s your point?” She told him as she kept digging for an empty seat. Meanwhile, she felt the bus moving, The driver slowly closed the door of the vehicle, and it was a done deal. The ride was about to begin for Cynthia. She couldn’t be looking for a seat forever. She had to make a decision. Either she chose to stand up with the horny men all around her, facing the music, facing the inevitability of getting banged in the bus, facing reality like a good girl. Or, keep searching  for an empty seat in the crowd of passengers till  eventually getting surprised by imminent molestation. Either way, sex was on the horizon.

Was it going to be rape or not?

It was up to her to decide.

The same Urzax guy who just spoke to her kept slowly advancing in the bus as she was desperately looking for an empty seat. Just like an army of ants, many other men in the vehicle followed the main Urzax who pursued Cynthia. Without meaning to, he was leading the charge of this group. She couldn’t decide if this was better than being out with the Deinonychus or not…

The detective was running out of time. Once they reached her, she would be theirs.

She kept hiding the fossil brassiere with the help of her trench coat. Though clearly, that was quickly becoming the least of her concerns.

“You don’t understand, I’m a license holder.”

“Whatever. I don’t care. I-I don’t want to have sex with you, stranger.” All talk.

“But, you don’t have the choice. You’re currently standing on the bus. You know what that means? Right?” The Urzax persisted.

“Of. Fucking. Course. I fucking know what it means! Everyone knows what it means!” She shouted without even looking at him. Not allowing her eyes to waste even a split second as they darted around looking for a way out of this.

“Well then, get ready. Or not. I’m coming for you either way,” he said while quickly taking his semi-erect cock out of his pants. Crap! I want to look… J-just a peak… No! I have to keep searching for a seat before… Meanwhile, two of his friends blocked Cynthia from the way she had come during her vivid search for a free seat. Sadly for her, she could no longer advance, and she could no longer retreat. She understood the situation she was in right now. She slowly turned around and realized that despite having only very recently hopped onto the bus, the molestation process was already about to begin. At least five men, three Urzax and two Saurius were slowly closing the distance. A couple of women who were fortunate enough to be seated occasionally looked at Cynthia with wry smiles. Some of them seemed to be feeling sorry for her, others simply enjoyed watching the show while being protected with water-cooled dildos in their holes.

“You look very appetizing, Blue. I cannot wait to see what you’re hiding underneath that thick coat,” the Urzax stranger who took out his dick said to her as he started to stroke it.

This is it, huh? She said to herself as she finally gave in and examined  his hybrid Dino penis dangling very close to her, at belly level. Growing harder and larger every step of the way. Covered in a unique assortment of bumps and crevices that she knew would make her moan with absolute pleasure  as he bred her in front of all these people. Oh, fuck!

The stranger was just about to reach her position in the bus, to touch her with his leathery half-Human, half-Saurius hands when someone suddenly intervened – one of the seated girls right next to the now horny detective stood up, placing herself between the stranger and the private investigator – acting as a shield for Cynthia.

“That’s okay, I feel like getting up, anyway. You can take my seat,” the young girl who just got up offered to Cynthia. This girl had red, dragon-fruit eyes and medium-length, smooth and chic, fiery orange hair. The girl was a Saurius. She had apple green skin; sharp, white teeth; and had a spiky tail. Her skin has scales, but still looked incredibly soft. She looked super cute. She wore a pink sweater with a perversely short skirt

“A-Are you sure?” Cynthia asked her.

“Yeah, take my seat.”

“Um, okay…”

You don’t have to ask me twice!

Cynthia quickly took her seat. Despite the fact that this random girl had just kindly given it to her, she totally felt like she had just stolen it from the poor young saurius.

As she sat down, the water cooled dildo that had just been inside her saviour was now waiting for its new master. She quickly hitched up her skirt and pulled her purplish, pink thong aside so that she could insert the gyrating sex toy inside of her pussy right away.

Squish!

The glans section of the dildo slid inside of her with ridiculous ease thanks to how wet she had become. She came almost instantly, squirting a bit all over the back of the seat in front of her. She covered her mouth with one hand and steadied herself with the other. The last thing she wanted was to cause more of a scene, and for her pursuers to see and hear how much of a slut she really was. Far out! Had she really been that turned on by the idea of these men? If this was her new norm, things were going to get tricky from now on…

Sensing her climax, the sex toy stopped vibrating and simply focussed on cooling Cynthia down. It was humid enough on this warm summer night without all of this sweat and “sex-musk” in the changed air of the bus. This was always her favourite part. Though, she usually never set the dildos up so high that they actually made her cum on a regular journey. Tonight, however, even without the vibrations, just the initial insertion was all it had really taken to push Cynthia over the edge.

Meanwhile, the stranger who had recently taken his dick out had already started to touch the young Saurius girl’s body. His friends followed and formed a mob all around her.

“I kind of wish I had a Human girl instead, but this works out too…” This was the last thing she heard coming from the Urzax stranger before he started touching her big, jiggling breasts and disappeared with her into the crowd of lusty, perverted passengers.

“Let’s take care of you, license holder. I want your friends to watch closely while you skull fuck me with this monster of yours,”  was the last thing she heard coming out of the girl’s loud and apparently wide open mouth. While she was touched by what she had just done for her, Cynthia quickly found herself very busy with the sex-toy as she felt more of the cold, fresh liquid being injected up into her vagina, causing a followup micro-orgasm. She blushed and quietly moaned as she tried her best to keep the trench coat closed so no one would get too good a look at the prototype.