Anon and Chad


"-but then that cocksucker Johnson started going on about-" Waving his arms in an agitated manner the lab coat wearing figure's red face loomed dangerously close to bio-tech Anon's.

"Really, he did that." Stated bio-tech Anon, too tired to even put inflection into what should have been a question. With a small side step, his roller chair slid a little sideways putting some space between him and the still vocal scientist.

"-you bet he fucking did that cocksucker! If he wants to pull rank then I'll-" The red faced man stepped in, negating whatever distance Anon had tried to make.
"-Fucking blind! Not just him the whole company leadership-" Anon concentrated on preparing the genetic samples, carefully maneuvering the auto-pipette from one vial to the other. The man blustered so close to Anon that he could feel the heat radiating off the man's skin.
"None of these COCKSUCKERS-" He slammed a hand down on the lab counter to emphasize the word "-Get it! They don't get-"
"Project BOW-aifu" Anon completed for him while carefully capped a row of vial. For a brief moment, the previously manically shouting man was silenced.
"Exactly..." He said with a small nod that grew more vigorous with every movement like a unbalanced centrifuge reaching unsafe speeds.
"That's exactly FUCKING right!" The white arms of his lab coat began pumping like unhoused engine pistons. An empty chair was grabbed and rolled next to Anon. Uncomfortably close of course.
"You get it Anon." The man was quieter now, confiding. "That's why I can have these deep talk with you." The lab coat's arms flung in a motion to encapsulate the whole room and all its occupants.
"These 34 other cocksuckers that we have to work in close quarters with every single day, they couldn't do this." He was tapping on the left breast pocket of his lab coat and then pointing to a point on Anon's chest. Anon assumed he was pointing to the heart but it was always hard to tell with Chad. A guy in the corner raised his head to observe the two, he looked a little hurt at being called a cocksucker.
"They can't talk deep like we can- heart to heart." The hand that tapped at his chest now raised a middle finger to the 33 other researchers in the lab that had long ago communally decided to ignore Chad and the 1 who had held out hope.
"All they talk about is their hobbies, or their families, or their childhood dreams-" Chad's voice inflected more mockery with each word. His eyes ran accusingly over the crowd of bustling, white coated coworkers. Anon loaded his vial trays into an incubator. He shut the machine and as he turned he made a grave mistake.
He made eye contact.
Chad's gaze had been waiting for him, and Anon felt his eyes get locked in.
Chad's eyes had been distant, unfocused but as Anon looked, his eyes formed a steely resolve.
"I'm going to do it." The eyes told him.
"Chad..." Anon started. The eyes that started back into his began to look wet.
"I'm going to do it for us...for BOW-aifu's" A tear may have started but Anon would never know as the eyes blinked and turned away. The older white haired man turned and strode out the lab. Three unfortunate labtechs, too slow in getting out of the way, were run over the man's determined stride. Anon watched in horrified fascination as he watched his supervisor's supervisor's boss leave. The man's determination, brilliance and disregard for convention made it often seem that it was only natural that Chad had risen to the top... before he did something that made Anon wonder how Chad had ever stayed out of jail. Shrugging it off Anon returned to his work and found an anxious lab mate by his station.
"Hey, I was just wondering if Director Stevens was talking about EVERYONE or just some people." Anon looked at his coworker's worried expression and nervous eyes and made a decision to spare him the truth.


Anon

Sleep had always come easy to Anon. Some people needed to adjust to sleeping without sunrises and sunsets but not Anon. As long as the bed was nice, it didn't matter too much that it was several hundred meters below earth. And if there was one thing Umbrella didn't skimp on, it was comfortable employee beds.

Anon rarely dreamt but on this night he felt he was topside again. He was barefoot on a grassy hill watching clouds gather in the sky. The clouds grew dark and suddenly broke open in rain.

Anon woke, his eyes opening to see his dark room before shutting again in pain.
"What the-" His hands reached up to rub his eyes and felt something wet all over his face.
"Huh?" He got out of bed and began shuffling to the bathroom, only opening his eyes partially for a second before the pain forced him to shut them again. He was halfway there when something pulled him to the floor.

"Not yet Anon." If there was a more terrifying voice to hear in the dark, Anon didn't know of it.
"Chad?" He asked, his stinging eyes straining to open long enough to get a look at him. Chad had pulled Anon onto his back and now almost lay on top of him.
"It's happening Anon. It's really happening." Chad's voice seemed labored but excited.
"Larger, stronger, thicker. Had to do certain things and make some compromises but it's happening."
"Chad, what-" Anon started but the man's rambling continued.
"Like the eyes couldn't make the eyes work, they either bugged out or were really mean looking..." His voice grew a little weaker.
"Didn't matter anyways, mixing in the licker samples worked out better..." Chad gave a wet cough and grabbed Anon's hand
"Chad..." Anon said as he felt something warm, dripping down the hand that had grabbed his.
"I did it..." His words were much slower now, each word a struggle.
"...for us Anon, for BOW-aifuuussss...." With a hiss like air leaking from a punctured ball, Umbrella Research Director Chad Stevens slowly fell into silence.
Anon stayed with Chad. Anon's felt his eyes burning and Chad's hand slipping loosely from his. A horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach told him something that he hoped wasn't true. Anon slowly felt his way to his bathroom on his hands and knees.
"I'm going to wash out my eyes, I'm going to walk back out and see a very drunk Chad on my floor laying in pancake syrup." He said, hoping.
Anon washed his eyes. And as he opened them he saw the front of his shirt smeared with blood. He looked to his bedroom and clicked on the lights and saw a very still Chad laying in a pool of the same.
Anon didn't know what to feel as he reached for a phone. How did it end this way and what was all over his face? Anon brought the phone to his ear and heard silence. He slowly put the phone back into its cradle and then tried again...Not even a dial tone. Walking around Chad's body, Anon went to his apartment door to find long steel bars welding it shut and a portable plasma welder knocked over on the floor.
"Okay then" He said.
If Chad wanted them shut in together, he probably had a reason. And the reason probably involved why all the phone lines were dead. Anon couldn't be sure of it, but as an Umbrella employee one expected certain occupational hazards to crop up from time to time. Anon stripped the cover off his mattress and laid it over Chad's body. Lying dead on a under-worker's apartment floor. It was an odd end for an odd man. As an executive, he must've had his own safe room he could've retreated to. Anon changed his clothes and turned out the lights. Laying back in bed his thoughts settled and he found that sleep came just as easily.
It was morning now and for Anon that mean two things. Eating breakfast and finding out more about what was going on.
Phones were still dead. Anon checked the bars on his apartment door and found them solidly in place. The plasma welder was still mostly full. There might even be enough fuel to cut through the bars.
Anon hated to do but he lifted the mattress cover and did it anyways. Searching Chad's body yielded two things. A keycard and an aerosol can marked x-324. The can was empty.

A day passed. Anon pressed his ear against his apartment door frequently but never heard anything. Water and electricity was still running and he had food enough for a week. Unfortunately Chad would start decomposing soon, and he wasn't sure he could live in an enclosed space next to that. Besides, when an Umbrella facility went bad it was generally a good idea to get out quickly. Anon held Chad's keycard up for inspection. Executives probably had some kind of backroom exit. They seemed to survive facility meltdowns pretty regularly.
"Use the plasma welder, open the door, get to the executive floor, get out." Anon said aloud for scrutiny. It didn't sound too difficult or crazy. Anon spent the rest of the day packing supplies into a backpack and breaking off a leg from his minimalist modern design table to make a modern, minimalist makeshift weapon.
He lay in bed that night staring up at the ceiling, realizing that one way or another it would be the last night he spent there.
Sleep came that night but with a little more difficulty than usual.
Morning came and Anon had breakfast. He ate slowly, deliberately and after finishing did the dishes and put it up to dry. With a final goodbye to Chad he turned his attentions to the door.
Despite having no experience, the plasma welder made short work of his reinforced door. Anon simply cut open a porthole large enough to crawl through. Once out, Anon was met with the sterile, well lit hall familiar to him. With slow quiet steps, he made his way to the elevators.


Hunter

The floor was a spattered mess of blood, guts and bone fragments. A large figure stroll through the space. It lifted it's head and took a deep inhale. The scales on its reptilian snout crinkled in a very human display of disgust. It began a series of quick, terse jumps, bounding down the hallway.
A once human creature lumbered clumsily through a research room. The skin of it's mouth was torn and revealed the bare bones of it's teeth and jaw. It made low growling noises at it walked in an awkward gait sensing something. Something heavy thudded behind it and before it could turn two claws exploded out of the creature's midsection, cutting the rotting flesh and skin and severing it in two. A quick swipe tossed both ends to either side of the room. The creature's severed torso roughly impacted a table and it's head let out a rattling moan, the jaw now hanging detached.
A green scaled figure loomed over it. It was drawn by the sound but angered by the smell. The same heavy claws that had split the zombie now slammed down to smash it against the floor. Thoroughly silenced, the large figure jumped away. Holding its head, it sniffed the air again. It stiffened as it caught something. Excitedly it began sniffing more rapidly the nasal slits on its snouts fully opening. Its thick thighs and legs flexed and kicked with explosive force. It traveled ever faster now, jumping rapidly as it smelled the air intently. The claws on its feet left deep gouges into the floor as it bounded. The smell was getting stronger.


Anon and Hunter

Anon leaned against a corner of the elevator taking a series of deep breaths. He had encountered a zombie and tried to brain it with his table leg. All it did was turn the minimalist piece of furniture into an abstract one and turn the zombie's attention onto him. He wiped some sweat off his forehead. This had started a Scooby Doo style chase through various rooms that had attracted even more zombies until Anon was able to find the elevator. Anon then had to to lead the moaning undead mob away from the elevator in another wacky chase until he had enough distance to safely enter the elevator alone.
Anon took a slow breath in and out. 'Get to the executive floor'. He thought to himself. The control panel's display panel showed it was still two hundred floors away and getting there no time soon.
Shrugging off his backpack, Anon laid it on the floor and shook the front of his shirt trying to air it out.
The elevator suddenly jolted, almost knocking Anon off his feet. An emergency tone was sounding from the control panel and it showed the elevator halted between two floors.
Anon, froze bracing himself for another jolt. He waited a moment. Nothing but the sounds of the alarm tone and the ventilation fan. Slowly moving, just in case, Anon made it to the control panel and silenced the alarm. He tried pressing several different buttons. The buttons lit up but the elevator refused to move.
'Nothing for it now.' Thought Anon as he looked up at the emergency hatch on the elevator's ceiling. 'It's a cliche disaster movie now'
Tentatively placing his feet on the slick, polished metal of the hand rails he slowly stood to brace himself against the walls and ceiling as he reached to pull down on the hatch's latch. The hatch was hinged so that it swung downwards into the elevator. Anon felt along an edge now got a solid finger grip onto it. Kicking off the elevator wall he pulled himself up to get his head past the hatch opening. As Anon's head cleared the hatch he saw the vast darkness of the elevator shaft. A current of air in the shaft seemed to be continuously moving upwards. A squealing sound suddenly sounded echoing off the concrete walls.
'What the?' Anon was about to turn when something grabbed under his arm and easily lifted him completely out of the elevator. Something pressed into his back, something hard and textured as two massive hands and arms wrapped around him. Anon fought against it, feeling the rough skin cut into his as he began to flail, his feet swinging inches above the floor. The arms tightened against him, and specifically against his abdomen, so forcefully, the air rushed out of his lungs like a squeezed balloon. Something was rubbing against his neck now, something scaley. It took deep excited inhales against his neck, hair, ears. It moved spastically from one spot to the next, as if it was trying to inhale him all at once. Like an overly enthusiastic puppy trying to smother it's owner. Another squealing sound was produced.
There was a whoosh of movement and then the sounds of the elevator cables bouncing wildly as Anon and the scaley creature wrapped around him dropped into the elevator.
Anon soon found himself on the elevator floor as he saw a pair of arms as thick as his thighs release him. The freedom didn't last long as he barely had time to spin around and face his assailant when he was pinned to the elevator floor by its massive bulk. A scaley snout butted non too gently, against his neck, face and chest as its textured skin scraped against his with every contact. Everytime Anon tried to get a good look at it, the snout would ram into his neck or face, filling his view with an obscured green shape with ridges.
Out of exasperation, more than anything, Anon reached out and wrapped both his arms around the thing's bobbing head forcing it still against his chest. The skin on his arms felt pricked by rough scales and initially the head continued excitedly moving, lifting and dragging Anon's body along as it did so. Eventually the head settled down, though it's breathing remained as forceful as before, its powerful inhales and exhales moving the material of Anon's shirt as its nostrils lay close to his shirt sleeve. The creature made small whining noise as it shifted its weight and rubbed into Anon's chest as if trying to burrow itself closer into him.
"Okay?" Anon asked, feeling its movement die down. A hind leg kicked out and shook a final spasm.
"Okay..." Anon said as he slowly released the green head. Even after Anon released, it continued resting against him seemingly contented to lay on his chest and pant. Anon opened his arms wide and craned his neck up to get as wide a unobstructed view as he could.
It was a green scaled reptilian creature. His eyes widened in shock at his realization that this was a hunter. As his eyes continued to travel up his form he saw its wide muscled shoulders leading to a sculpted torso that narrowed? His eyes did a double take, no it dramatically narrowed to form a pinched waist that then generously swelled out to a very wide set of hips that continued into a very callipygian rear. Each green scaled cheek was both wide and voluptuously rounded. When the hunter shifted to nuzzle into him again, he saw the pair tense into solid masses that flattened slightly before melting back into two rounded globes as it relaxed.
"What in the?" The thickness didn't end there as each globe melted into a pair of thighs that looked big enough to bend steel i-beams.
'A new hunter variant?' Anon asked himself. Hunters were made to be of below average human height with a muscled male physique. And this, he thought eyeing the green derriere once more, definitely wasn't. Anon craned his neck down even further to inspect the head.
As if sensing his intentions the hunter's head turned to face him.
A streamlined sloped forehead with no eyes and a mouthful of exposed gleaming fangs perpetually set into a deadly smile. As Anon inspected the sharp fangs scissored open and a thick, pink tongue tapered to a fine point at the end ventured out. The pink appendage stretched from his chest to his face, where it made a long swipe from his jaw to his temple before retreating back. Anon shivered at the slimy touch.
'Again definitely not to factory specs that was more a...licker sample' Anon's mind raced back to Chad's final rambling words.
"Oh shit" He said aloud in realization. Looking down to the fanged smile of the hunter he said
"You're a BOW-aifu"

Anon stood now with the towering figure of "his huntress" standing beside him, nuzzling the top of his head taking in deep, greedy gulps of his scent. Chad had created a BOW-aifu and probably a pheromone spray that would work to create an attachment bond, which explained why the huntress seemed so intent on clinging to him.
Did that mean Chad had also released the other experiments and caused the facility meltdown? Anon didn't know, and it was hard to think with an amazonian BOW hybrid pressing her chest into his face. Scaled for height they would have been generous C's on an average sized woman but obviously she was not average sized. She let out a high pitched whine again as she ground her scaley body against him, her anxious movements caused her chest to bump against his head inadvertently. Even still her outrageously curvaceous bottom somehow made her breasts look modest by comparison. Another grind and bump.
"Would you please- just" Anon reached up to push her away, one hand accidentally pressing against her plump chest. As his hands sunk into it he felt beneath the scales more muscle than fat. The huntress made a gurgling squeal and leaned into his hands. Distracted now, with a clinician's touch and curiosity, he palpated the mass. It felt like firm muscle until she spasmed and then it felt like a flexed bicep. Her eagerness was overpowering him now, and Anon was being pressed into the elevator wall as the BOW-aifu leaned herself fully into him.
"Hey! Hey!" There was no mistake, despite having the outer shape of a soft, zaftig human woman underneath she was a fulled muscled genetically engineered weapon. She continued pinning him against the wall making whining squeals and twitching against him.
"Would you please-!" Anon grabbed her by the thick swell of her hips and tried to push her off but this only seemed to make her friskier.
"Stop! Stop!" He said naively to an increasingly excitable creature that was doing anything but. And this was affecting Anon as well. Despite her looks, it had been a long time since he had any "intimate company" and the way his hands sank into the slight padding around her hips felt just familiar enough that he felt himself reacting. He shook it off, he had to get this thing under control before it crushed him in unintentional enthusiasm.
He remembered what he did earlier.
Placing a foot on her thigh Anon pushed himself against the friction of the wall and her until he was level with her thrashing head. He reached around to bear hug her head. It worked faster this time. Like a person under a sleeper hold the huntress' movements grew less energetic with each passing second until eventually she began to fold under Anon's weight. Anon back slowly slid down against the wall until he was on the floor, sitting.
"Finally..." He said the huntress laying face down, her head buried in his lap taking deep inhales of his still half solid erection.
'wait a second...' Her snout nuzzled it through his pants. A hot blast of air from her nostrils wafted through his clothes to tickle the head of his renewing erection.
"Hold on!" Her heavy snout pressed against him, nuzzling along it's length until the tip of her nose tickled the crest of of cockhead. With a jolt that shook his body Anon reeled from the sensation. His erection was growing now, an imprint running down a pant leg evident. A new smell entered the Huntress' snout that excited her and she eagerly sought the source. Her head and face pressed against his groin and Anon found that even the writhing pressure between his legs and the warmth her hot breath made was exciting him more than he had thought possible. Wet spots of precum and BOW saliva were soaking through his pants. Anon's back was fully pressed against the wall as a flurry of movement on his groin, rubbed, touched his long neglected tool all at once.
"Stop- Stop moving-" Anon gasped as a feeble protest but she hadn't listened to him yet, why would she now. Anon's back arched as his hands flew up to hold onto her head, his finger tips running along the edges of her head's triangular scales.
"I'm gonna-I'm gonna-" His toes were beginning to curl and his mind realizing that if she didn't stop he would be making a huge mess in his pants. Anon gave another pained moan of pleasure as her rapid exhales tickled his now engorged cockhead. His mind debated the merits and shames of either ejaculating in his pants or opening them and exposing himself indecently to a bio-weapon. Her saliva had fulled leaked through his pants now, mingling with the smeared mess made by his precum and intensifying the sensations. Feeling his erection growing tense, he knew he had to make a decision immediately.
'Well technically she's not just a BOW but a BOW-aifu...' For some reason this thought made him cock swell and hands press into the huntress so he could actively grind into her. The huntress seemed enthused by his sudden proactivity and eagerly ran her snout from his base to lewdly moist head.
"Oh shit, oh shit-" Anon chanted as his finger, made clumsy with pleasure and urgency rushed to unbutton his pants. With a tremor that shook him from his head to his toes, his back arched, his hips bucked and his pants and underwear came just as a thick glob of semen jetted out his cock head and onto the huntresses. Strings of semen flew into and onto her mouth, painting her gaping maw, her jaws and snout white with his emissions. His now exposed length pumped and pulsed, emptying his balls with an intensity that made his eyes clench shut.
As the tremors died down, Anon finally opened his eyes. He saw the huntress running her tongue along her face and mouth, most of the evidence of their actions already gone. His spent cock, softening began slumping towards his body. Without moving her head, the huntress' tongue reached out to lick at the thick beads of cum that dribbled out. Anon shivered at the sensations from his over sensitive cock. He had exposed himself so the blame was partially on him, plus he doubted he could stop her now that she showed interest. He spasmed and twitched as the Huntress leisurely partook of his fluids. She seemed to sense that she should take her time.
Anon look down and groaned at the sight of the green creature attending to his cum drooling cock.
"What did I just do?" He groaned to no one in particular. He had just dry humped the face of his company's best selling black market product to completion...and the kicker was he already wanted to do more.

Eventually the huntress realized that Anon wasn't making anymore fluids and pulled away. Anon zipped up his pants and seeing the elevator control panel tried one more time. The BOW stood by, standing erect in a way that proudly thrust her chest forward and drew attention to "s" like silhouette that her back, waist and buttocks created, as she curiously look to Anon. Anon grabbed his backpack and carefully placed it on the elevator's roof, deliberately trying to not pay much attention to the huntress.
Maybe it was the taboo and fear of BOWs or simple post coital shame but Anon felt himself blush simply being near her. With a stray glance Anon saw her side profile.
'Girl's thicker than a bowl of oatmeal' The idle thought arose. Anon shook it off and climbed through the emergency hatch.
The elevator shaft was dark and drafty. The cement supports for it stretched to far above and below that both faded into the dark. Unfortunately there was no maintenance ladder Anon could climb. The green head of the huntress poked out of the hatch and slowly came up, as easily as someone climbing out of a pool. Anon surveyed the smooth concrete walls and the elevator cable. Climbing might be the only way, but doubt he had the physical ability for that.
"How did you get here?" Anon asked looking towards her. The huntress look towards him as he spoke then towards the walls. She didn't seem to understand what he was saying. She leaned in to grab him around the waist and rub her head against his. She turned around seemingly intent on hopping back into the elevator.
"Hey!" Said Anon, karate chopping her solidly on top of the head in a move that hurt his hand more than it hurt her. It seemed to get her attention and she pulled her head back to silently observe Anon.
As he massaged his aching hand he pointed up.
"We need to go up. Any ideas?" The huntress observed Anon for another silent moment before setting him down. She then went to the closest wall and setting her claws in, began scrabbling up the wall. Her hips and butt swayed suggestively as she quickly climbed out of view, swallowed by the darkness. Anon's eyes widened at the sight. He pulled on his backpack and experimentally touched the wall. It was nearly a sheer surface, how was she doing that?
Perhaps it was because she had such a large presence but now that she was gone Anon felt that like the space had become...emptier? Anon shook his head at the stupidity of feeling such and obvious observation. A sudden thought seized him, was he alone, did she just run off? The thought filled him with a little anxiousness and he didn't know why. Random BOW shows up, slobbers all over him and then disappears, that shouldn't affect him any right? But the thought troubled Anon.
The sound of something scraping brought Anon out of his thoughts. Was the elevator cable pinging? Anon look up just in time to see a disemboweled zombie fall past the elevator and down the shaft. The odd sight was soon followed by a familiar green shape descending on the elevator cable. It hopped off and its clawed feet made a soft thud that shook the elevator. She quickly walked over to Anon to lift him in her claws to rub her face against his chest, taking deep and forceful inhales around his face and neck.
"okay, okay..." Said Anon perhaps a little more affection in his voice than before. She had moved to his hair now, and seemed to coat every strand he had with her slobber.
"Alright, put me down" Said Anon as her wet snout continued to make a nest of his hair.
"Stop!" Anon said reaching up to deliver a swift karate chop. With a final whiff she finally put him  down.
Anon looked at the elevator shaft wall, then to the huntress. She stood still, except for her panting, her mouth hung open in a sharp toothed smile.
"Okay" Anon said making a decision.
"Stay still." He said as he walked behind the female BOW. She seemed happy to oblige him as her head tracked his movements but her body stayed still. With a small jump Anon lept onto the huntress' back, wincing slightly as the more jagged scales on her back jabbed into him. She stayed absolutely still seemingly his weight affecting her balance no more than if a kitten were to land on him. Anon wrapped his arms around her stout neck and his legs around her waist. This seemed to really excite her, the rate of her panting increasing and her body practically vibrating under him.
Anon pointed to the wall and said
"Up"
She eagerly jumped onto the wall and scrambled up twice as fast as she had before.

The speed and strength of the huntress was astonishing. Carrying both their weight, she was easily moving faster than the elevator, which was no longer visible nearly 110 floors below. On her back, Anon felt the shifting of her muscles beneath her scales. It felt like braided steel cables coiling and uncoiling under supple leather. Any exertion she may have felt she showed no signs of it, her breathing remaining a steady unchanged pant.
He noticed though that the huntress was increasingly wiggling her back. She had first started forty floors ago, wiggling once every third floor but now she did  nearly twice between each floor. Her climbing pace and breathing remained steady so Anon didn't think it was from fatigue...maybe he was chafing her back somehow? Anon doubted that, he'd seen hunters shrug off small arms fire. As he ruminated a sinuous shiver went up the huntress. There it was again. Anon thought it weird but, the huntress didn't seem bother by it...

They were nearing the executive floor now and the Huntress was clearly in bad shape. Her panting was deep and labored now, her body movements jerky and clumsy. Anon pointed to an maintenance access tunnel and with a whine, the huntress crawled into the space.
Unfortunately Anon hadn't had time to dismount, so now he was essentially wedged into a too small tunnel, sandwiched between a cement wall and a twitching, moaning female BOW. Tiny total body shudders, racked her body. Between pants, she let out a high pitched whine. Anon was trying to give her some space and find out what was wrong but every time he tried to slide away from her, she pressed against him, pinning him to the wall.
He was now being wedged by her lower back now. Her body was still strong, she didn't look to have any injuries on her back. Maybe she was sick? Anon looked down at her skin. She didn't appear sick, if anything her skin was a more vibrant shade of green than when they had first met.
Then an injury on the front? Some scrape or cut that was hurting her? Tentatively Anon reached his arms around her wasp like waist and felt around the soft scales of her underbelly. The huntress released him from the wall and shifted her body so that Anon's arms moved lower.
"Okay" Anon said, and his arms began feeling through her lower abdomen. All he felt was a soft uninterrupted expanse of fine scales shuddered under his fingertips. The huntress whine and shifted again. Her bulbous behind was now deforming into two pliant bumps against his chest as Anon felt around her hips and upper thighs, blushing a little as his hands deliberately skirted what would be more "private" areas on a human woman. Plumps buns became hardened masses of muscle as they pushed against his chest, nearly knocking the breath out his lungs. Her whines sounded more desperate now as she ground herself against him.
"Ok-ok- stop, let me breath-" Anon said getting the message. With a feeling of apprehension he ran the palms of his hand up past her upper thighs, to the crease where they joined with the hips and across her pelvis. The huntress whined loudly and only increased the pressure on Anon. Wheezing, Anon could only indulge and with his right palm ran between her legs to find a hot, slimy sticky mess that smeared across his hand.
Like a hydraulic line had been cut and the huntress' body squatted down. It was like every muscle in her body had been cut and now she rested against the floor, Anon's hand stuck in place. Anon tried to look down, but the awkward positing and cramped space of the tunnel prevented him. All he saw was the upper swell of her buttocks. His leg hand braced itself on the relaxed mound and tried to pull himself free.
A sudden memory struck Anon. It was of a nature documentary about frogs narrated by an aged british man. In species where female frogs where large than males, the males would "piggyback" on females and the act of clinging was enough to cause the female frogs to begin mating.
Anon's mind spun. The huntress was obviously reptilian based...but...frogs? If that was the case then the entire time she was climbing he was essentially on her back in a full mating press...Which probably explained the...The fingers of Anon's right handed rubbed against each other feeling the runny slime between them. The huntress was still panting deeply, her whines now quieter but more needy.
A part of Anon had been wanting this since they met at the elevator. This massive genetic experiment of a creature sprawled out on its hands and need begging for him. Anon's right hand curled up to run his palm against the union of her legs. His fingers ran across hot, slimy mess. She grew absolutely quiet now, stopping all motion and sound, even her breathing becoming muted. His fingers were exploring a foreign place now. Instead of what he was used to, he was feeling single puckering hole that yawned open at the advance of his fingers letting out a sticky stream of fluid that ran down her scales and onto his hand. Index and middle finger tips traced the edges of the sphincter like opening, finding it widening even further to try and catch the digits.
'Must be a cloaca'
Experimentally he took his index finger and placed it just past the orifice, to feel along its inner walls. His finger tip felt along until he touched the source of fluids that was flooding her cloaca. With a gentle pressure, his finger tip penetrated. A hot, silky wet sensation surrounded his finger. Her outer sphincter flared open while her inner passage tightened in motion that invited him to draw in deeper. Feeling his sodden digit had plenty of lubrication, Anon pressed his whole index finger in. It sank satisfyingly slowly, her walls pressing against him in a tight but yielding pressure.
"Oh, you beautiful monster..." Anon said, his free hand cupping a full cheek of her green behind as his finger began to thrust into her. She stayed absolutely still as before, the only indications of her pleasure was her pulsing insides that drooled and clamped around Anon's invading phalange. Anon curled his middle finger in as well feeling her hot insides, accommodate the second digit.
"Is this what you wanted?" He asked his fingers rapidly plunging in and out of the female BOW's puckered insides creating wet sloshing noises that filled the concrete passageway. His free arm, wrapped around her waist and pressed his chest against her rear tightly so his right hand had more leverage to press in deeper. Her insides were beginning to pulse now, internal muscle contractions of her slick channel walls that went from light, when he had started, to irregular tight spasms. Renewing the speed and intensity of his fingers, Anon felt the huntress' channel fully clamp, trapping his finger inside her and letting out a hot deluge of slimy fluids that sloshed out of her over Anon's hand and onto the cement floor.
A fierce pride began to well in Anon, knowing he had pleasured an inhuman creature, multiple times his superior in strength. Anon slipped his finger out of her loosening, but still clinging nethers. His arms and floor were thoroghly lubricated now, the cement stained dark with her fluids, and he was able to slide his arm out and crawl his way up to her head.
Her head lay panting, on the cement floor, mouth open and tongue laying in a coil on the cement. Anon brought his finger, thoroughly coated in her juices, to her flared nostrils and held it there so she could smell it. So she could smell how her body had reacted to his. Obviously still in a dazed afterglow she brought her snout closer to his fingers bumping into it. Her head laid back down and her tongue reached up to gently run across his wet fingers, gathering up her sexual secretions.
Anon's erection went from engorged to painful at the sight of her eating herself off his fingers. There was nothing he wanted more than to pull off his pants and invade the puckered opening between her legs but he could see she was in a peaceful state and that she needed the rest after the climb.
Anon lay on her back, his erection rubbing against her back scales, his hands leisurely massaging her head as she contentedly lay in rest.


Escape and the end.

When Anon and the huntress finally entered the executive floor, through a vent no less. They found a groups of conventional hunters roaming the floor hunting for stray zombies. Any doubts Anon may have had about his BOW fighting other were dispelled as soon as he saw her dispatch a group with seeming glee. Even with superior numbers they were no match for her overwhelming height and strength. Just like in the elevator shaft, she ventured alone to hunt while Anon located Chad's office and panic room.

With a swipe of the keycard and a code written on the back, a corner wall of his office slide aside, revealing a large spacious room  with a wall mounted television and a glass separated partition in the back.
Anon called for the huntress and she came scrambling back as happy as a dog in the park, her green form now splattered in reds and greens. Once inside, Anon closed the door and the television clicked on automatically. A map appeared on screen with a blinking cursor. Seeing a remote lying on the table, Anon took it and experimentally pointed it at the television. The cursor moved with the remote's commands and Anon was able to set a destination.
Only a moment later there was the feeling of the room shaking all around. The television updated its display to show a map tracking their current location, showing the destination location and a dive depth of 700 meters. Their location rapidly departed from the lab's and in a few moments when the map updated, it was out of view.
Anon was all smiles as he reached around his BOW-aifu's pinched waist to hug her, his face pressing into her warm, firm breasts.
"Couldn't have done it without you." He said, hoping she understood him. And while her understanding was questionable, as Anon's head lay against her chest he heard her breathing change into a familiar panting that he thoroughly understood...and had been waiting for.
"Oh..." He said releasing his grip on her to observe her face. Her eyeless head was looking down at him, fanged teeth smiling wicked with tongue hanging out wantonly. Anon smiled to reach around to her rear and cup the underside of one of her heavy green globes. He rolled the heavy weight of it in his hand as her scales slid against his skin. His other hand reached out between her legs and felt a tantalizingly drenched junction. Her whole body quivered at the contact and her cloaca opening was already gaping wide. Anon looked down to unbuckle his pants and noticed that his clothe were now smeared with the remains of the hunters she had previously wearing. Anon laughed
"We could really use a shower." With a stray glance as took off his shirt she noticed the glass partition in the back.
Anon began walking back, which caused the huntress to begin an annoyed whine as she turned to follow him. As Anon entered the glass room, he noticed a drain in the floor and a shower head on the wall. Anon quickly stripped down and threw his biohazard ridden clothes in a pile outside it. His erection stood so hard his cockhead was purple. Grabbing onto one of the oversized claws on her hand he led her into the room and turned on the shower. The huntress seemed surprised by the sudden spray of water but her concerns lied elsewhere as she continued to whine while grinding her body against Anon's. This served Anon's purposes and he ran his hands across her, trying to scrub down as much of her as his height would allow. And whether it was seeing his inability to reach her head, or her more baser needs the huntress went down on the floor, her full rear pointed to Anon, presenting herself in a position similar to when they were in the elevator shaft.
Anon's cock jumped at the sight, and remembering frog mating habits, he knelt down to hug her hips tightly against his arms encircling her waist. His engorged cock slid between the cleavage of her ass and then to rub against the fluid dripping opening of her cloaca. He held her there, feeling her already excited body now practically vibrating in anticipation to receive him. Her gaping open sphincter let loose a copious amount of fluids that now collected and dripped hotly down his twitching cock. Her whines and pants grew silent and Anon knew it was time. Reaching down, he guided himself into her, adjusting the angle of his hips until his cockhead touched the pulsing quivering channel inside her that convulsed at the initial touch.
'There it was' With a slight push, Anon penetrated with just the tip. The heat and tightness of her channel wrapped around him. Anon groaned to his silent partners, her quivering insides telling him of her state of overwhelmed pleasure. He reached to wrap both arms around her waist again and pressed in a little deeper. Her tight passage convulsed and lost composure, beginning to tighten and relax to a ragged broken rythm of her pleasure. Anon stopped and waiting and trying to hold off his own climax. He didn't want her to finish yet, no until he was all in. When the convulsions lessened in intensity and began to soft, light squeezes again, Anon pushed again. Her slimy muscular insides flexed, squeezing him like a silky tight fist and Anon had to stop. Anon marveled at the sight of her ripe green rear being impaled by his human cock and hooked his fingers into her hip bones tightly. Her body thrilled at the sensation as her channel rippled in appreciative pleasure. Feeling his toes already beginning to curl, no matter how slowly he trying to take it, Anon went for broke and thrust himself in down to the hilt. The huntresses' channel churned, convulsing, tensing, milking all at once as it quickly lost itself in pleasure. Anon held himself there, his chest laying on her back as the sensations coming from her insides caused him to moan amidst the shower spray and hold onto her wide hips in white knuckled grip. Locked in passion the two came simultaneously. The huntress's head hung loosely lolling to a side and Anon's engorged cock rope after rope of thick cum into her greedily milking channel.
With a moan Anon withdrew his painfully over sensitized cock from the huntress' clinging insides. As it exited a mixed swirl of his and her fluids came dribbling out. The viscous intertwined secretions flowing, still mingling down the drain.
On shaky legs, Anon stood to shut off the shower.
He joined his lover on the shower floor soon after, spooning her back as he did before. If she had been dazed before, she was blitzed with pleasure to the point of unresponsiveness now. Only after a few moments of stroking her head did she finally sense and respond to it.
"Why doesn't umberella make more of you?" Anon said rhetorically. His fingers ran along her scales.

"Poor market research" He concluded.


End.