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Zero sat idly on Fifteen’s dingy couch, the old thing stiffer than a brick, easily making them far more uncomfortable than they already had been before, having to deal with their cycle, or more specifically, their body spasming from the need to lay their monthly batch of eggs. In any other scenario, they would’ve been well beyond finished with their egg-related-business, they would’ve been long empty, no longer having to deal with the heavy, painful burden deep in their abdomen.

However, the boy was not in any other scenario, they were trapped on that worn out couch, next to the most gorgeous woman they’d ever known, who used to be the woman of their dreams.

It would’ve been their absolute number one fantasy to have her help them with their terrible grudge, to be able to fill her to the brim with their infertile young, but she had given them one rule—one out of many others—when she told them that they could stay with her: they couldn’t lay anywhere but where she told them to.

At first, it seemed well beyond fine to the smaller integer, they assumed it was just an odd kink she had, that it was nothing to be afraid of. But, when the time had finally come for them to inquire her about their embarrassing issue, she’d had them fuck his own deep wound, piling their eggs within the bloody gap of skin, flesh, and fat until they were finally emptied.

Even when they’d begged her with tears to let them lay literally anywhere else, to let them just make love to the rocks on the ground, the wood on the trees, she’d just make the gash deeper, a wordless threat to them that if they kept whining, she’d leave them there to bleed out and die.

Despite this, they still decided to stay with the taller lady in that lonesome cabin, in those lonesome woods, knowing even if they had changed their mind and ran away, she’d eventually find them, hunt them, kill them. Despite this, they still decided to ask a stupid, stupid question, one they already knew the answer to.

“Hey… uhm, Fifteen?” Zero nervously whimper out to the woman, flinching when her head turned to face theirs, an eyebrow raised in annoyance as she watched them squirm around. She was like an eagle watching its prey, making their heart drum loud in their ears. Her face contorted when they didn’t continue with their ask, a scowl replacing whatever emotion was there before, and Zero swallowed hard, trembling in place as they began to stutter.

“I—I was just, uhm, wondering if, uh…” they let their wide eyes glance away, unable to bear looking at her stern face any longer, “spit it out, Zero.” She crossed her muscled arms, the small boy feeling even smaller by her mere presence alone, the way she could just show her dominance with just a stare, it horrified them.

They gulped down any remaining pride they had left, mumbling a tiny, “can… can I lay somewhere… nice… today?” they looked up at the lady with pleading, fearful eyes, hoping the sad look they gave would make her feel even the slightest tinge of guilt towards them.

Instead, she didn’t give the boy the pleasure of earning a verbal response, paw grabbing ahold of the neck of their oversized polo, like a mother cat carrying its young, and began to drag them outside, each stomp making the smaller integer shiver. Zero then panicked as the cold air from outside rushed over their body, goosebumps rising over exposed arms as they writhed around aimlessly in the woman’s grasp, tears quick to fill their terrified eyes, mouth left agape as pleas began to rip themselves from their throat.

“No, no, no! I—I’m sorry, I can hold it, I promise! Please don’t hurt me, please, please, please…” they annoyingly cried out, struggling tremendously to walk as Fifteen dragged them through the dirt and rocks without a care, grabbing some sort of item—a gun?—near the back of her rotting cabin as she journeyed deep into the thickness of the forest, “Fifteen, please! I’ll be good, I promise, don’t hurt me again!” Zero’s pleas echoed throughout the empty abyss that was the woods, the sun, sky, and clouds soon getting blocked out by the many leaves that coated the branches surrounding them, littering the surrounding area of the small house in a murky green.

Soon enough, Zero’s voice wavered, then hushed, too hoarse to repeat their weak begs, only letting out fearful sobs as they were dragged deeper and deeper into the darkness, chest heaving as they attempted not to hyperventilate. They wished they’d never made that decision to adventure far away from their bunker to find her, to try and befriend her because she was seemingly just like them, to try and find someone to replace the friendships they didn’t have.

They would give anything to be stuck with their fellow zeros, being picked on, made fun of, mocked, if it didn’t mean they had to be violated like this every month, every week.

The stench of something bad snapped them back to reality, and Fifteen dropped them onto the grass below, nudging them forwards into the proximity of the smell with the heel of her boot, signalling for them to get a move on towards it. They sniffled out a feeble cry, looking over their shoulder to see what they’d have to do their work in this time, was it a pile of dirt or something mundane like they wanted, was it their own wound they’d have to ruin again, or was it some small forest creature?

They would’ve thought of more options, wanting to draw out the situation as long as possible, not daring to opening their eyes, until the taller integer gave their behind a rough kick, a tiny noise of pain escaping their scratchy throat, giving them a reason to get this all over with.

When they parted their eyelids, they instantly gagged, coughing up a glob of phlegm as water blotted their lashes once more, threatening to drip down their reddened cheeks once more as they stared back up at Fifteen, “you… you’re joking, right? I can’t, I couldn’t…”

Fifteen’s deadpanned appearance was the only answer they obtained from their miserable act, other than her muttering something about a hunter leaving the sight before them behind that made their stomach churn, their abdomen similarly cramping as their eggs nearly released themselves right then and there. The tinier integer let out a defeated sigh, trembling hard as they hesitantly crawled over to the scene before them: the rotting flesh of a long deceased deer.

The putrid scent only became worse as they sat in front of the cadaver, gaze glued to the decomposing gape in the animal’s chest, its ribcage and remaining organs exposed as hundreds, thousands of maggots danced along the meat inside, eating away at the excess flesh. Paired with the white worms, an equal amount of other insects and bugs littered the beautiful reds of the dead, almost appearing like it was seasoned with salt and pepper.

Zero wanted to hurl up whatever he had left in their stomach from this morning, to finally run away, to never look back and go home, but, when they glanced back towards the tall lady, she’d point the gun she’d grabbed earlier at them, a silent threat just like last time.

“Zero,” her low growl allowed Zero to finally kick off their shoes, shuffle off their baggy shorts, slip off their tiny little panties, the cold air flowing around the newly freed skin, their figure shivering once more. Their cunt was slick: not from arousal, but from their cycle, lower half contacting again as the tip of their ovipositor pressed out, their tight vulva parting to allow room for it. They could hear Fifteen make some sort of chuckle as they struggled with their member, bucking their hips against the cool wind as it forced its way out inch by inch, already drooling in pre from the overbearingly long wait.

They groaned as the first egg of many finally dropped into their dick, face already heating up as they croaked out a, “please… please let me lay somewhere else,” their last attempt at pleading with Fifteen, only receiving a click of the gun that was aimed at their brains.

“It’s either this,” her pointer finger toyed with the trigger, a stifled cry emitting from Zero as the egg drew near their exit, “or you hold them in.” She took a step closer, thick eyebrows furrowed as she stared down at the boy, shocking fear throughout their veins as their heart beat faster.

Zero shuffled closer to that disgusting carcass, their paws grabbing ahold of of the delicate upper legs of the cervine while their little member began grinding against the cracked bones within its chest cavity, hips subconsciously thrusting into the freezing cold flesh that was the corpse. A miserable sob bubbled up from within their neck, caught behind their sealed lips, muffled as much as it could be as the orb finally popped out from their ovipositor, plopping into the creature’s decaying tummy as more tears were cried, mixing with the dried blood below them.

The small integer let out a grunt of effort, face scrunching up from everything happening, polished with their tears as they choked another pathetic wail out, the second egg quickly following the first.

“Good boy,” Fifteen praised, her voice somehow the most heavenly thing about the situation they had been brutally forced into, causing them to vocalize a loud moan, immediately biting down on their lip afterwards, feeling utterly humiliated beyond belief, “you actually like this? Fucking a dead animal? God, you’re disgusting.”

Zero’s face burned up from embarrassment, hiding their front away from the taller woman as they stuffed their dick into the bug-covered meat, “I don’t like it, I don’t,” they’d coo out, hips rocking in circles as a third lump left their body, then a forth, replacing the empty gaps of where organs should’ve lived.

Their words were that of a liar, however, as they continued humping the cadaver faster and faster, the slap of flesh against skin repeating in the woods, gargled sobs and groans leaving their throat as more eggs piled up inside of the deer’s wound, the maggots soon pathing towards their new meal.

Fifteen crouched down to Zero’s level, shotgun clacking against the side of their crown, knocking their beloved hat off as more orbs left their member, “don’t lie to me,” she grabbed ahold of their cock with her free hand, effectively jerking them off, forcing more eggs to leave them as they squealed out in pain.

“I’m not!” they wailed, panting out small begs and pleas as they leaked even more sticky, clear pre, getting the lady’s hand slick in the substance, as well as the animal beneath them, “I wanna go home…” Louder sobs wracked their body, louder moans filled the remaining silence, a familiar, gross feeling beginning to make itself well known deep within their belly, a tightening of a knot while the tall integer continued to ‘pleasure’ them.

“Please, please, please…” Zero couldn’t mumble anything else, breathless while the last few infertile eggs escaped their tiny ovipositor, a sense of relief overcoming them for a second, before they realized they were still being touched, the fondling making their clit throb.

They thrashed around, hands moving to slap away Fifteen’s paw that still rubbed at their sensitive dick, “I laid my eggs already, they’re all gone, please, I wanna go back to the cabin—“ A sharp gasp was forced out of them: the tall woman’s claws had extended, cutting deep into their delicate parts as they began to scream.

“You’re gonna take what I give you, or so help me Math, I will rip this thing clean off,” the lady lowly snarled, and then retracted her nails, continuing to arouse their already elated member, lubing it up with their own blood. Zero gave a hesitant nod, teeth chewing at their lip again, drawing more of that metallic red liquid out of their slender body while they accidentally pushed themselves into her palm, cock idly twitching.

Their heart sank deep into their stomach as the knot in them tightened, threatening to tear itself apart if this continued any longer, and they would’ve done anything, everything to stop it, but they were helpless against her.

The boy’s little dick twitched again, and their figure became ravaged with spasms, muscles tightening, cunt clenching around nothing, the knot finally snapping. Thick, creamy ropes shot out of them, filling the extra room left inside of that poor, rotting cervine’s chest, all while their tears and blood mixed with its matted fur, completely ruining both the corpse and their—somehow still intact—sanity. Along with one substance, another left them from their opposite end: vomit. They had instantly puked all over both themself and the corpse when they were forced to orgasm.

Fifteen still kept her fist tight around their cock, wringing them dry of every last drop of their cum, overwhelming them more than they already had been before, letting out a few more sniffles and tears until she eventually let them go. Their ovipositor slowly slid back into their puffy vagina as they scrambled away from the dead deer, palming around for their articles of clothing and shoving them back on, trying not to cry any more unneeded droplets.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” She gleefully mocked them, a sly smirk appearing on her as she glared down at the broken boy, at their pathetic expression, eyeing them slip on their shorts, their shoes, barely able to stand up as their crotch became stained with a deep red. They gave another weak nod, still heavily heaving as they stumbled towards the taller woman, who had finally let the gun aim towards the dirt below, trying to grab ahold of her for any form of comfort. They didn’t have anyone else who would, or rather, who could comfort them, anyways.

“Let’s go home,” Fifteen gripped onto Zero’s small paw like a hawk catching its prey, giving it a squeeze as she began to lead the exhausted boy back to her cottage.