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Idol Hands	By : Clocktower Category: -Misc Anime > Crossovers Views: 2327 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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One thing was clear, riding to missions in the back of a limousine was far better than going in the back of an armored personnel carrier. Clouds thick as ink dropped sheets of cold rain across the limo's tinted window. Through it, Seras saw the abandoned Derleth, looming like a haunted castle, its hull darker than the night itself.
"Why is it always raining when I investigate these?" Seras muttered.
"Vampires don't melt in the rain, do they?" said Lara, tossing a thin, plastic rain poncho onto Seras' lap, then donning one herself.
Under the poncho, Lara wore a pair of tight-fitting blue fatigues and a black tank top. Seras had on the same clothes she'd worn when she left the Hellsing manor; they'd been cleaned while she'd slept. For weapons, Lara carried her two pistols in hip holsters, while she'd let Seras borrow a black Desert Eagle. Just looking at the gun and remembering the little game she and Lara had played in the warehouse made her wet.
"No, that's only certain kinds of witches," Seras said, pulling the rain poncho over her head. "Just don't let me fall into the sea, that wouldn't be good."
"Do you remember anything about the ship?" Lara said.
Seras peered at the Derleth through what most people would consider to be an impenetrable gloom. Her vampiric senses saw the ship quite clearly.
"Nothing useful," she said. "I didn't see any sign of the crew or the police, but I know I didn't search the whole thing before I came across the statue."
Between ogling each other and being distracted by lurid fantasies of what they might do together later, neither Seras no Lara had been able to guess what sort of danger they might find on the ghost ship, if any at all. They stepped out of the limo into the pelting rain, Seras leading the way to the gangplank. Entering the ship through the same door she'd had used before, they discovered not much had changed. Dark, save for an emergency light here and there, no stench of rot or blood. The only difference from before was the ship's engine was shut down, leaving the corridors and rooms largely silent.
Off came the rain ponchos. Lara tested a tiny pocket flashlight, but slipped it into her pocket, preferring to let her eyes acclimate in the red emergency lights. Seras tried to move down a narrow hall at the same moment Lara did, bumping into her. Seras ached for the warmth. Lara had the lead, stopped and let out a sigh. "I think we should split up," she said.
Seras' stomach tightened, her mouth watered. "That's never a good idea," she said. "And we've got all night. It's like you said, Sir Integra and Ms. Granger will be fine."
One could argue that point, Seras well knew, but she hoped Lara wouldn't. Not now. Seras could feel her presence in the dark, her smell, the heat from her body, the sound her blood made pulsing through her veins. A blending of two distinct hungers.
"You know I'm right. I can see it in your eyes. They're literally glowing," said Lara.
Seras blinked rapidly, fighting the stupid urge to shut her eyes and protect their modesty. Windows to the soul indeed. Her eyes met Lara's. There was a sort of hunger there, if counted a desire to be eaten as an appetite. "I... yes, I suppose you're right," said Seras, salivating as her pussy moistened.
"You head that way, and down. We'll meet up below decks. Here," Lara said, handing Seras an earpiece. "It's linked up to mine. Touch it to talk."
"Got it," said Seras.
She was off at a run, wanting as much distance between herself and Lara as possible. They'd be together again, soon, but there was work to do in the meantime. She needed to search the parts of the ship she hadn't before, to learn something about the idol. How had it gained its freedom? What happened to the crew and the others? She made her way through the dark hallways and rooms hoping to find some bit of evidence that things were amiss, beyond the vanished crew. A spilled drink, scattered documents, tools left out, but there was nothing. It was as if the ship had been kept tidy right up until it appeared abandoned in English waters.
The bridge was near the top of the ship's tower, overlooking the deck. The windows could have used a wipe, but nothing looked out of the ordinary. Seras found the ship's log on an old bubble Mac, noted that no entries had been made by a person after the time period during which the Derleth was said to have gone missing. Whatever had happened to compromise the crew, it had been quick.
Lara's voice crackled in her ear. "Seras, can you hear me?" she said.
"I read you, over."
"You should come down here. I've found something."
"What?
"Looks like a cocoon of some sort, something out of a Ridley Scott movie. Don't worry, it looks like it already hatched."
"I'd say that's a good reason to worry," said Seras, already back-tracking, wondering how the hell she'd missed an Alien cocoon. "Where are you?"
"B level, port side, I won't be hard to find," said Lara.
Seras remembered little of her first excursion aboard the ship, but knew she'd only been down the starboard side. She made her way to the area Lara described and knew right away something was wrong. The walls, ceiling, and floor were coated in a black, sticky substance that clung to her boots. She ran a finger through the stuff, trying to identify it. Odorless, like rubber in texture. "Lara, come in," she said, touching her earpiece. "Lara, do you copy?"
Lara's voice was muffled and broken. "Come... B side... can't miss..."
Something was wrong. Seras should be able to hear Lara wherever she was, but besides the quiet hum from the ship's internal wiring, the intense rain outside, and the sloshing seawater, there was nothing. Even reaching out with her vampiric senses told her little. It was as if some sort of psychic static was interfering.
"Shouldn't have split up," she muttered, tracking through the layer of black ooze on the floor. She wiped some of the gunk off a door window, peered inside at the kitchen. This was more like it, she thought, gently pushing the door open for a better look. The workstation that had been in the middle of the room was flipped over and shunted to the side, blocking the stoves, to make room for half a dozen black, slimy cocoons, each big enough to hold one or two people-sized creatures. Each one had been split open, their insides grayish, streaked with black ooze.
"Lara," said Seras, touching her earpiece. "I'm in the kitchen. There's a bunch of those cocoon things, all hatched. Where are you?"
"B... miss..."
"Damn it," Seras hissed. She felt like a baby Draculina again, not knowing what she was up against, except now there was no expert to guide her. You're not a baby anything, she reminded herself. You're a full-grown vampire, a real one. Dread nothing, because you are something dreadful. Though the dread she felt wasn't for herself, it was for Lara, a woman she'd only known a few hours in total and most of those had been spent rather strangely. Still, Seras worried for her. Humans simply weren't as durable as vampires and God only knew what had hatched from these cocoons.
She moved through the kitchen, her sharp eyes looking for Lara's tracks in the black gunk. They led where the goo was thickest, into the corridors again. It had gummed up the walls in one passage so much that Seras had to walk sideways. The psychic static was intense, Seras had to tune it out completely and rely on her more mundane senses. She heard something up ahead, something wet. On the floor, covered by ooze, was a lump. Seras poked it with her foot, found one of Lara's pistols. "Damn," Seras said, moving quicker, finding more of Lara's things, her boots, hip satchel, shirt, pants...
"Lara!"
The black muck had entirely overtaken a corridor. Stuck inside like an animal in a tar pit was Lara. The ooze clung luridly to her naked body, moving over her like a slime mold as she writhed in slow ecstasy. Her glazed eyes fell on Seras as something like a hand stroked her face, hooking her lips with its fingers. She sucked them as they entered her mouth, savoring the taste as they withdrew to travel down her throat and bare chest.
"Lara? Lara!"
Dozens of tar-colored hands held Lara, squeezing, caressing every centimeter of her. With a wet, sucking noise they spread her legs and arms. Oozing hands cupped and squeezed her breasts, from behind her a set of fingers reached between her legs, the oozing fingers parting her so they could slip in. Lara's eyes fluttered, her mouth hung open. Seras peered into the oozing mass, looking for something to shoot. Nothing, just hands, goop, and Lara herself, who looked well on her way towards cumming.
"Bloody hell," Seras muttered, holstering the Desert Eagle and wading into the goop to retrieve Lara.
Lara's predicament made more sense now. The goo, the hands, all were far stronger than they'd looked. Seras clothing was no match for it and in a few moments she was stripped bare, covered in the lukewarm slime, molested dozens of hands. They sought her private, sensitive areas first. Seras ignored the probing fingers, her only thought that of getting Lara out. She felt them inside her, wet, slick, surprisingly gentle for how strong they were. They especially liked her breasts, and unlike many, knew how to touch them. Seras shook her head to clear it, knowing the pleasure she felt, the urge to let the goo have its way, was all some sort of psychic trick. She held Lara close, trying to find the leverage to pull her free while not pulling her apart, a real concern given her strength and that of the slime.
"S-Seras," Lara said, eyes fluttering.
"It's alright, I'll get you out, hang on."
"N-no. Find what we came for. Then me. It'll... can't explain..." Her body shook from a powerful orgasm, one she tried to fight at first. "Go!" she shouted, her eyes popping open.
And then Lara was gone, lost in a flood of her own brain chemicals and whatever perverse psychic influence the goo had over her. Seras was getting a powerful taste of it herself, imaging being swallowed by the stuff, having it ooze its way into every opening she had, her long dormant pores included. The ooze would fill every chamber, every vein, blood vessel, every cell. She'd be fucked into nothingness, into ultimate and final bliss.
Somehow she was free, standing naked and clean in the corridor, watching Lara cum while the ooze presented her once more, as if in invitation. See what you're missing, it said, holding Lara up, supporting her while its appendages caressed and squeezed her flesh.
"This isn't over," Seras said to the goo, sprinting down the passage that led to the cargo hold. Naked, weaponless, she ran, cutting through the mess deck to the other side of the ship, finding more hatched pods. The idol had done this, somehow, which meant Integra and Ms. Granger were in danger after all. Seras was tempted to leave the ship, to fly to the Hellsing Manor and smash the damned idol, regardless of what it made her want to do, but she thought better of it. Lara was the one in trouble now, and no one was getting saved without that sarcophagus.
She found the corridor leading to the cargo hold entrance blocked. The goo had filled it, hardened so that any attempt to squeeze through the narrow gap in the middle would have ended in blood. Seras went to find another way, stopped and slapped her forehead. Still forgetting you're a No-Life-Queen? That you're a Midian? Her left arm dissolved, becoming shadow, lashing out at the hardened goo, striking it with the force of a thunderbolt.
The idol's goop hadn't been made with the likes of her in mind, it seemed, and she didn't stop thrashing her shadow-arm until she felt the steel door on the other side give way. Her arm reformed, she clenched her fist, bringing all the molecules back together, into something that resembled a human woman. She'd long stopped asking things like, 'God, what am I?' over stuff like this, and bounded into the cargo hold, ready to dissolve her entire body into killing shadow if need be.
She and Lara needn't have poured over the ship's records as long as they had, Seras knew right away where the sarcophagus was in the hold, sensing it with her vampiric abilities. It was easy now that she was near it and free of the goo's psychic static. She found the wooden box the idol had been stored in lying behind a red shipping container. It didn't take a police detective to piece together what had happened. The box was lying on its side, the lid having popped off when it fell. The sarcophagus, a meter-long lump of gray stone covered in weathered markings, lay amid some straw and random pieces of packing foam. Its lid had come off and lay cracked in half on the floor.
It was just as Lara had predicted. Since the sarcophagus was technically being smuggled, it wasn't packed right. Something happened and it fell, breaking open and allowing the idol to influence the crew. How long it had taken the thing to turn them all into groping pod people, Seras couldn't say, but it was a question first and foremost in her mind as she righted the sarcophagus and set its cracked lid back on. A quick look around, she spied some steel straps holding a shipping container in place, used them to secure the lid to the sarcophagus. A bit of thick rope, some remembered knot-tying lessons from police academy, and she had the sarcophagus over her back like a school bag.
Despite her strength, it was an awkward thing to carry up stairs and through narrow corridors, but she took heart in seeing how the soft goop reacted to its proximity, retreating from it like a demon from holy water. She saw with some trepidation the people of the goo, come out to watch her from adjacent corridors and side rooms. They had no faces, no genders, nothing to prove they'd once been people. They filled the corridor behind her, moving fast over the surfaces the black ooze had blanketed, slower over the bare patches it had retreated from.
Seras had feared the slime would try and hide Lara away somewhere, but the stuff wasn't that cunning. Lara remained where Seras had left her, now she hung like a woman crucified, the slime-people holding her up while others caressed her, penetrated her with their fingers. She was unceremoniously dropped on the floor once Seras came to her with the sarcophagus.
"Lara! Lara, wake up!" said Seras, checking the woman over for injuries. Besides a few bumps and bruises, there didn't seem to be any, though she was spitting up a large amount of black sludge. Seras knelt beside her while she passed it, watching the stuff slither away like something out of a horror movie.
"Lara? Say something."
Lara spit black ooze on the floor, blinked away the fog. "You found it. Works like a charm, I see."
"It really does," said Seras, briefly heartened. "But..."
"But? But what?" said Lara, standing with Seras' help. She looked around for her clothes, found a pair of panties and slipped them on.
"Er, those are mine," Seras said, pointing at Lara's underwear. "I mean, the sarcophagus, it works against these things, but will it protect us from the idol? I still feel... strange."
A long silence passed between them, each wondering where their thoughts began and those of something else ended. Was that even how it worked? Seras remembered vividly all the things she'd done under its spell, how sullied she'd felt, how delicious it all was.
"You're right. We'd be foolish in making any assumptions," said Lara, picking up another pair of panties, her own, and tossing them to Seras.
Black, cotton, no frills. Lara had good taste in underpants. Seras slipped them on, feeling as if Lara were touching her. "We still need to hurry. I can't let what happened to these people happen to Sir Integra, or to Ms. Granger."
"Understandable, but we needn't be hasty," said Lara. "The consciousness behind that little black statue had been cut off from humanity for quite a long time. What we're seeing here may just be it getting its feet under it again. Now that it's a little more oriented, it may take a subtler approach."
Seras found her bra. It was missing some hooks, but otherwise went on as it should. Lara was busy looking for hers. Seras saw the garment lying further down the hall. "Approach to what?" said Seras, watching Lara's breasts as they swayed.
"I don't know. Its history is a bit spotty, as you might expect."
"Seems to me like it should be destroyed," said Seras, her eyes on Lara's chest as the woman stood, indignant.
"We'll be doing nothing of the sort, so long as there's another choice," said Lara. "Now, help me find my bra and we can get going."
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