Penetration

An: This is part 1, it focuses on the death aspect only, part 2 will focus on the sexual aspects of penetration. Also, this is an alternate darker version of the events in the crystal cave during PMD 2


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Part 1: Penetration = Death

Red and Green makes Yellow

We weren't the first ones there.

"Stop! I wont let you go any further."

"Hmph, whatever."

That tone, it was so casual, so misleading. It didn't sound like it was coming from someone about to...

Three blades on a long thin green arm coalesced into one shinning blade that sliced right through Bidoof's head, and kept going. A clawed green foot gripped his face and shoved yanking out the blades and flinging his body a few feet away where it lay limp, leaking red and gray. Without even looking the thiefmurderer turned away as if he had done nothing.

It was then that I knew hate and fear.

It was as if I had no control, the thiefmurderer was getting closer, how why I didn't know. I was running towards him, to kill him. Incomprehensible words streamed from my mouth, it didn't matter. I hated him. He turned his head towards me, the thiefmurderer, Grovyle. A mere backwards glance, one yellow eye fixed upon me. I wanted to rip that eye out, push my hands into his head and crush his brains.

That was when I knew fear. When I first saw him, after fighting Mesprit, he terrified me. His too-pale green skin, haunted eyes and worst of all, the viscous scars raking his body. He looked like some abomination come to drag us to a fate worse than death. Childish, stupid.

I wasn't afraid of him, I was afraid of myself, I shouldn't take pleasure in the idea brutally murdering someone, but I did, I was supposed to be objective, apprehend him and turn him into the authorities. But I couldn't. I wanted to rip him apart, not that it mattered my blunt little treecko fingers wouldn't really be able to do much of anything to his eyes or to his skin.

The yellow of his eye was all I saw, all I focused on (that and how much I wanted to smash his head against the rocks until he leaked green and gray) I didn't see him casually raise his arm, blades covered in sticky dark blood, preparing to slice my neck open and let my green join the red on the floor.

Closer I got, not hearing the injured guild members yelling at me to stop. Closer still, not noticing my terrified partner, frozen in shock standing at the beginning of the path to the center of the lake.

Past the crumpled blue form, quivering on the ground.

I didn't notice that the thiefmurderer had finally turned to face me, a boredirritated look on his face.

Close enough, I coiled my body, prepared to leap with arms outstretched, fingers aimed at his eyes. Grovyle activated leaf blade, aimed for a killing blow. I slipped, the blade penetrated my face, he maneuvered the blade so it slid past my neck and across my stomach. I fell forwards, hit my head on rock. I pushed my head up, looked, the thiefmurderer had already turned away. He hadn't even watched me hit the ground.

I flipped myself over onto my back. Strange, my stomach was vertically split open, shouldnt that hurt? Green blood spilled from the wound, hiding the bright red of my stomach, but why was I lying in a pool of red? Then I noticed the gray matter on my foot, Bidoof was on me, I giggled, that seemed so funny, I slipped in Bidoof. Heh.

So tired, but so much noise, I turned my head saw the thief murderer, he was near the water but his blades were the wrong color, they were supposed to be green, so why were they yellow?

Someone was running at him, no it couldn't be, not my partner, no stay away from him! He'll rip you apart! Can't concentrate, everything blurring together.


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This a sort of experiment for me, there is a second part to this. It will address the plot holes and repurcussions that this AU causes.

Please give me some constructive criticism, I'm a bit worried that this comes across as dark for the sake of being dark.