DNA Valkyrie - Chapter 20: Failure

CHAPTER 20: FAILURE

After almost an entire week of searching and investigating for clues regarding the whereabouts of Joss or Quentin, it soon became clear to Cynthia that this case wasn't going to lead her to anything useful. The trail had gone completely cold before she’d even gotten a chance to pick it up. It was as if they’d just up and vanished that night. She frequently went back to the strip club, but no one ever showed up there. It was a ghost town. The place was all boarded up now to stop the homeless from taking refuge there. Seems like whoever Joss had leased the land from had repossessed it. It would likely stay this way until they found a new buyer. In the end, she ran out of time and lost both her apartment and her detective office.

Just like she had feared would happen two weeks ago, she was now officially homeless herself. She hadn’t had much to eat either. Times were pretty grim. After having basically failed for so long, back to back, she was starving for any kind of good luck as she decided to sit down for a moment at a local park. After brainstorming for a while, Cynthia finally turned her mind towards the only reasonable option that she had left. While assisting that old, dying Saurius and his tall, creepy butler with their ‘missing persons’ case wouldn't really help her directly, it might be her only decent way of making enough money to get off the streets. It was either that or sell her body. Something she even more reluctant to do now after her first attempt. What did that get her? She got knocked up, used as a cum dump by a group of men, and then deserted without any of the money she was promised or even the comfort of her friend, Quentin. She could really use a friend like him right about now. However, by abandoning her like that to exact his own revenge on Joss, he had basically just made everything worse in the short term. Some friend he turned out to be...

Cynthia rubbed her bloated belly. It was weird, it hadn’t been that long, but she already looked several months pregnant. Ever since she was a little girl, she had wondered what it would feel like. She had envisioned all your typical side effects: morning sickness; cravings; lactation; feeling the growing fetus kick from within. This was nothing like she had imagined though. Instead of one, moving human slowly growing inside of her, instead she had multiple, motionless, eggs growing at a rapid pace. She didn’t really experience any of the negative side effects, but that only made it feel even stranger to her. She had started to feel a bit of moisture in her black, tank top though. Probably a bit of premature milk, but she had yet to check for herself. Cynthia had been so busy dealing with Joss's disappearance that she hadn’t really stopped to figure out how long she had until she’d be entering labour. Originally, she figured it would be months away, but with how fast her eggs were growing, she wasn’t very sure anymore. It was clear to her now that she should have paid more attention to this sort of thing in school. It had just never occurred to her that she’d actually end up giving birth to any children let alone multiple Saurius offspring. Just another reason she had to focus on getting some money and a place to stay, and that old man Gerald had offered her both.

Cynthia had at first turned down the case to find his allegedly abducted daughter. While they had promised her a large sum of credits, the blue haired detective had refused them on the basis of not wanting to get involved with the dangerous, underground sex trafficking ring they believed she had gotten mixed up in.

This was still an incredibly dangerous case and Cynthia was concerned about the eventual ramifications, but things were pretty horrible for her right now anyway.

How much worse could her situation possible get?

Later that day, Cynthia finally found herself back outside the colossal building where the tall butler, Sebastian, had taken the freelance detective on her first visit to the estate. Gerald’s manor. She hadn’t seen anyone guarding the gates outside, so she was easily able to walk up to the two front doors of the mansion. Unfortunately, it was locked and despite how many times she knocked, nobody ever answered. It appeared that no one was home.

Obviously not satisfied with this boring outcome, Cynthia decided to take matters into her own hands. She reached for something in her trench coat pocket that would disguise her a tiny bit – the dark blue and winter mood silver masquerade mask that had been apart of her custom made stripper outfit that Joss had prepared for her ‘special performance’. Despite everything that had happened, she did like the skimpy, ‘Blue Heart’ themed costume. She wasn’t going to just leave it in the club after everything she had been put through. At least that was one thing she had managed to salvage from that night. Well, except for the corset piece, she didn't have the space inside of her trench coat to take that with her…

As for the mask, she now gracefully and sensually slid it into her face before climbing up some thick vines to one of the very high windows of the mansion. Luckily for her, the specific window she had selected was unlocked and ta-da! She was now inside the large, extravagant house.

While Cynthia was far from being a burglar, her detective skills and experiences had forced her to cross paths with many gentlemen, phantom thieves. She had investigated, confronted, faced-off, and caught several burglars in the past.

Though she enjoyed playing the part of a stealthy criminal to avoid attracting attention from the outside world, now that she was safely inside, she no longer had any reason to keep up the act.

“Gerald? Sebastian?” She called out loudly. Her voice echoed throughout the many rooms and corridors of the building. Truly nobody seemed to be here right now. She saw no one inside and no one replied to her calls either.

“Anyone?” She kept yelling out loud. Still no answer.

“I know it has been a couple of weeks since you invited me here, but I wanted to let you know that I've now changed my mind about working on your case... If your daughter is still missing, of course…” Once again, no response. Cynthia then decided to look around. She wasn’t here to actually steal anything from these guys, but she needed the money now! If they weren’t around to give her the case anymore, and were dumb enough to to leave a window open, well... They certainly had plenty of expensive looking items that the private investigator was sure would fetch a high price from somebody. This was new ground for Cynthia, of course. She didn’t usually resort to things like this, but if stealing meant she could eat properly again then it was worth it to her. She considered it to be a necessary evil to her survival.

After searching the place for quite some time while making sure to keep calling out Gerald and Sebastian’s names, she quickly went to the large bedroom in which she met the actual owner of this luxurious place. Nobody was there. Gerald’s deathbed was empty. Was this a sign that time had come for the old, Saurius man? Maybe, she still kept looking. Though at this point she was more focused on the estimating the value of any trinkets she found along the way...

Sadly for her, most of the mansion seemed devoid of anything portable enough to pinch. There was a lot of elaborate furniture, glittering wall decorations, and Jewelled ornaments, but nothing small and valuable she could discreetly grab to bring with her. She eventually wound up in a corridor that appeared to lead towards some kind of lavish kitchen. Well, if she couldn’t steal something to pay for her food, perhaps she could just eat her fill while she was here instead?

On her way towards the manor’s kitchen, an odd door caught her eye. She had almost missed it, truth be told. It was half hidden behind the building's central stairwell. A fairly plain, dark wooden door with flakes of timber splintering off of it, complete with a rusted, copper handle. Truly unremarkable compared to every other door in this place. Which was exactly why it stuck out like a sore thumb to the keen eye of a true detective. Her instincts told her to open it.

What she found hiding behind it truly impressed and mesmerized her at the same time. There was a golden elevator. An elevator that was seemingly constructed in order travel downwards, beneath the surface level of the mansion.

Almost immediately after opening this out-of-place door, the mysterious elevator slowly opened up for Cynthia. She had probably just walked past some kind of hidden sensor that triggered the machinery. She then took a long look at the interior of the elevator.

Hey, why not? Who knows what kinds of interesting things I might be able to find down there...

Ding-Dong.

The doors of the elevator opened up again. Gone was the luxurious, royal, monarchic esthetic and looks of the mansion. The underground space was in fact a giant laboratory. The walls of the place were a somber silver colour. Tons of sterile scientific and medical instruments garnered the many table tops of the surprisingly clean lab.

Now, if she could just find some kind of box or crate to carry out as much of this expensive looking gear as she could, then she’d be set for a while. She no longer called out the names of the house’s inhabitants. At this point, Cynthia had steeled her resolve to loot as much as she could, as quickly as possible. Stalking the rows between the benches, the long, uncomfortable silence was suddenly broken by a thud caused by something making a nervous movement behind Cynthia.

The private investigator slowly turned around and discovered what appeared to be a strange animal sneaking up on her. While it definitely looked like a beast, the term ‘animal’ was to be taken a little lightly with this thing. This creature slowly and carefully crawled between two, towering glass tubes. It moved closer to the busty, masked detective.

It was only about three feet tall, but this thing looked incredibly feral. It didn’t have any skin, fur, feathers, scales or anything of the sort. This creature was entirely made of bones. No, the colour was off: a dark bronze tinge. You couldn’t exactly classify these as ‘bones’ any more. They had become fossilized rocks a long time ago. The skeletal beast had no organs at all. It was a theropod. It stood on its two hind legs. Its two front arms were short, but made up of extremely long and sharp, rock-like claws. It had a long tail, a slightly rectangular head with two, big, characteristically distinct crests on top of it. It also sported a set of carnivorous, dangerous-looking teeth. Despite its very small size, this animated skeleton was actually the fossil of a Dilophosaurus. A child one that is. It stared at Cynthia with an obvious appetite for her.

What? What is this?

The animated fossil slowly stepped closer to her. The Dilophosaurus was now only six feet away from her.

“What the fuck is this?” Cynthia said out loud in the dark laboratory. She was completely caught off guard by the mere existence of this thing. Sure, the Saurius people were descendants from dinosaurs, and there still existed some original species of dinosaurs in this world, today. But this? It was like seeing a possessed corpse come back from the dead to haunt her. It was something completely derived from a supernatural realm. She was petrified.

Still caught off guard, the animated fossil had plenty of time to pounce at the pregnant detective and begin it’s ferocious assault on her. It was sadly too late for her to dodge or avoid its attack. The Dilophosaurus leapt forward, latching onto her beautifully thick body, using it's front claws to dig into her black tank top. Unfortunately for the skeletal beast, Cynthia’s large breasts heaved and bounced with surprising force as she stumbled backwards in shock, preventing the creature from penetrating her skin as intended. She bumped her big, rounded ass against the side of a table behind her, stopping her from awkwardly falling backwards, but limiting her options for escape at the same time. This fast, staggering action from her caused the animated fossil to stumble himself. The full weight from one of her gargantuan boobs accidentally smacked the small creature from above forcing it downwards. It’s sharp claws easily shredded the thin material of the  buxom broad's tank top, completely severing it right down the middle as it struggled to hold on. Her trench coat was also pushed away on both sides in the process.

Boing! Boing!

Both of her big titties were fully revealed through this action. They heavily bounced up and down. The animated fossil saw them from an extremely close-up view as it quickly resumed it’s ascent of her lewd body. The Dilophosaurus opened its bony jaws even wider before chomping down of her right nipple. Cynthia shrieked as a few droplets of milk began to secrete from the puncture marks. It appears she was lactating after all, though only a tiny amount.

Being the busty cow that she was, the terrified detective violently shook her heavy jugs from side to side in an attempt to dislodge the zombified corpse and throw it across the room. Instead, while thrashing it about, the tip of the fossilized tail slapped into Cynthia’s left nipple. But it didn’t stop there. The sharp, thin tip of this impossible being’s bony tail fully inserted itself inside of the nipple, penetrating it directly from the center. The skeletal creature didn't appear to have any sexual intentions when doing this. It almost appeared to be some kind of accidental sequence of events! In any case, she now had both of her thick, lactating nipples physically connected to each end of this thing!

Bright, amber coloured lights then suddenly came out of both of her nipples and the interior of the animated fossil. Cynthia couldn’t help but to let out a curdling scream out of both fear and pain.