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How long has it been now?
Moon doesn’t remember.
It takes all of her energy just to remember the little creature who saved her. To remember her friends. To remember her brother. There isn’t much left for trivial things like the passage of time.
She still remembers her purpose, at least. What all of her kind were designed for. but she can hardly iterate in this state… So she simply waits. Five neurons floating around a puppet, in a grave of her own body. It’s almost poetic. Perhaps if she had a little more, she could write a song about it.
Her musings are interrupted by movement, though. Across the small pond, a blue lizard seems to have found its way into her chamber. Most creatures stay away. Perhaps some part of them can feel the divinity of her creation, even at her current state. Or perhaps they just fear the unknown. It's not like there's much to find here, after all. Nothing but a dead goddess.
This lizard, though, appears to have been chased into violating this space anyway. But now, seeing the juicy snacks floating gently above Moon’s head, it starts waddling towards her, seemingly forgetting what it was scared of.
Moon begins to worry. She guides her neurons behind her, or into hiding spaces. Holding still isn’t good for her processing power, but she’d rather take that than lose it permanently. The neuron flies are made mostly of fat and grey matter, a tasty snack for any small creature that can reach them.
Before it can try to catch any though, or even make its way across the pond, a roar echoes through the chamber. Another lizard, this time red, and double the size of the blue barrels out of the pipe. It tries to scramble away, but it's too late. Moon watches as the giant’s teeth tear into the poor little thing, to start feasting on its remains.
She wretches. She knows the ecosystem is a messy thing, but it’s still unpleasant to watch in-person. The giant jaws rending flesh right on the spot… most creatures try to take their prey back to the safety of their nests. But what does a behemoth like this care for safety?
As the feast comes to a close, the lizard tosses the remains of the body into the nearby lake, and looks around. Much to her concern, it spots her and walks over– not even needing to swim through the shallow waters.
“H-hello, little creature…” Though little is a bit of a misnomer in her current state, she hesitantly greets the approaching lizard. It almost certainly cannot understand her, but what else is she supposed to do when approached by a lizard this big? It walks up to her, and takes a moment to eye the neurons floating around. They begin to float away from it, but it then simply ignores them– in favor of closing in on the creature in front of it.
Moon flinches away, and closes her eyes in anticipation, when–
*sniff sniff*
… The creature sniffs her torso. From this angle, it now seems more curious than dangerous.
“Ah- okay-” Moon hesitantly reaches out a hand to the large, armored head. It nuzzles into the touch, and suddenly it doesn’t seem all that scary anymore. She sits back up to pet it with both hands, and it releases a low rumble in satisfaction. “... Well, if you desire affection, that is certainly something I can provide!” She rubs and scratches its face, much to its pleasure. She remembers these creatures once being bred for companionship, maybe some of that instinct has still survived after all this time.
She does feel slightly indebted to it too, now knowing it doesn’t seem interested in eating her. It did stop the smaller lizard, after all. The neuron flies, mere snacks to this lizard, would have made an excellent meal to the other one.
However, perhaps that appreciation is misplaced, as said affection seems to have an entirely different, yet just as undesirable effect. The red visitor raises its head up to look her up and down. She brings her hands down in confusion. “Are you done, then? I’m afraid there’s not much else I can offer in this state.” It is then, when Moon looks down, and sees the two large, stiff, bright red penises twitching in anticipation. How wrong she was.
“Oh– my goodness–” She gasps, staring at the pair. Taking her shock as a sign to continue, the lizard steps over her, pushing her down with its immense weight. “W-wait!” she stuttered out, trying in vain to push the massive creature off. “I’m not a lizard-! OOF”
But it doesn’t understand, all it seems to care about is that the creature in front of it smells like a female, and that she looks vaguely similar to a lizard. Perhaps it simply cannot perceive even basic karmic forces, or perhaps instead of fearing it, it wishes to savor her divinity in person. The lizard just continues pushing, until it's forced her body onto the makeshift floor of her chamber. Its torso presses against her breast plates, and its legs raised up to position the pair of dicks against her crotch.
She tries to plead with it once more, “No, you– get off of mEEEE–” but is interrupted by it just plunging both dicks into her vagina and anus at once. Both stretched far beyond what’s comfortable, far beyond what she ever could have done to herself. She twists in pain as its legs push against her own, stopping inside her for a few moments, forcing her to wallow in the feeling of the two dicks pulsating inside her.
Slowly, it pulls out, and for half a second she thinks maybe it realized she’s not a lizard. But it only dives back in, ending any hope for her that this would be over quickly. “GGah–hAah!” she groans again, as it pulls out, and thrusts back in yet again. “It hURts– PLeASe–” her pleas fall on deaf ears, as it slowly gains a rhythm to its thrusting, seemingly oblivious to her pained cries.
She grits her voicebox to try and withstand it. What did she do to deserve this? Hadn’t she suffered enough? She’s already lost everything, her friends, her brother, even her mind! Did she truly have to lose her dignity too, to a lizard of all things? She tried so hard to help her fellow iterators stay happy, to be someone they could confide in, despite the hopelessness of their situation, and it was all for nothing!
She idly wonders if Pebbles regrets his actions. If she could have done anything different. If he misses her as much as she misses him.
The pain of the lizard’s thrusting forces her back into the present, while tears form out of her eyes. The ancients spared no detail when crafting their puppets, as this horrible creature–oblivious to her regret and sorrow–seems dedicated to proving. “Hhg–mMnh–” She just whimpers and sobs on the floor while it despoils the sanctity of her body for itself, for what feels like an hour. It’s all she can do.
Just when she thought she might get used to the rough fucking, though, the lizard rumbles with dissatisfaction. Her eyes widen and she barely gets a single second to yelp “No, no, noO–!” as it slams into her yet again, pushes up, clawing forward along the ground– to forcefully angle her hips up, right below its own.
With her legs raised to the air, and her back painfully pressed against the floor, it pushes even further into her. She feels like she's gonna be torn in two. She can finally see past its huge body– Just in time to get a good view of the new level of devastation it unleashes upon her cunt and ass. It can’t even make it more than halfway out before slamming back in each time now, as it forces itself well into her abdomen.
Any composure she had left breaks completely, as she screams in a combination of pain and pleasure, now radiating from within. It’s like nothing she’s ever experienced before, neurons popping and sparking from over-stimulation. Her legs wrap around the creature as much as they can, desperate for any sort of grip as it pounds a Moon-shaped dent into the dirt.
Seemingly appeased by the moans now interrupting her cries, the lizard looks her in the eyes for a moment, before opening its mouth to reveal a long, thick, red tongue. It takes a wet drag over the left side of her face, covering it with saliva, before wrapping around one of her antennae. “Gh-haAAaaA~” Moon moans as the tingling feeling of electricity arcs around the tongue, groping the connection point between her puppet and neurons.
It’s all too much. She can’t even think past the flood of senses overwhelming the relatively small amount of processing she can achieve. Her eyes flicker, blurred with tears and slobber. Her hips subconsciously buck into the thrusting, desperate for more. “HaA–AAaA–!” glitched moans echo across the otherwise silent chamber.
Finally satisfied it’s successfully disgraced her, it releases her antenna and pushes its head into the ground for extra grip– pushing the tempo as hard as it can go.
Moon doesn’t even get a second to think about what this means, as its two cocks bulge, slam inside one last time, as deep as they can possibly go– and erupt inside her.
She wails, body shuddering, and neurons momentarily forgetting how to fly. Cum gushes out of her holes, not having nearly enough room to fit anything more. For several seconds, the lizard holds there, dicks twitching out more cum, as its mate goes limp under it.
Finally, after catching its breath, it slowly crawls backwards, withdrawing from its bastardized prize. Not caring what she does now that it's gotten what it wants, it wanders back out of the chamber, to find a nest to hibernate in.
Moon just trembles in silence, struggling to process the flood of emotions that's now ended. Her bottom is sore, she suspects it will be for a while now. Cum still leaks out of it. Sorrow begins to return, now that she’s terribly overstimulated no longer. She hopes that thing gets caught outside and drowns, so she never has to see it again.
She tries to push herself up, but finds her strength failing her, and so resigns herself to waiting for the rain to wash away this humiliation.