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Gourdy doesn't know how much more of the elevator he can take. Realistically, it's been hours since it first began its descent. Since they started doing machines and outrunning infected versions of their friends. But the elevator marched on, and, whether they wanted to or not, so did they.
The expedition team here is small. They're here to gather ichor for Dandy, apparently. That's all they'll tell Gourdy, so that's what he'll take. He doesn't really know most of the people in this team very well, but Toodles is here! And so is Sprout, which is equally as enjoyable.
Despite how much he wants to goof off with Toodles the whole time, Gourdy knows they can't dawdle for long. They need to be serious, to hit the goal floor and get out of here before anyone seriously gets hurt, but what was the problem with a little bit of play?
They were currently in a restaurant, and Gourdy was standing in a corner, hands over his eyes and his vine-like tail wagging with a smile.
"...Eight, nine, ten! Ready or not, here I come!" preceded Gourdy's giggles, and he began to run through the floor, looking for Toodles with a grin on his face. Toodles wasn't the best hider, Gourdy always knew that, but he still took his time to find her.
He ignored her giggles every time he walked past her, making sure to not get in the way of anyone working on a machine or leading the monsters away from his team. He checked in the pantry, under some of the dining tables, and finally, in a few cabinets in the kitchen. Once he failed to find Toodles, Gourdy let out a dramatic sigh, his hand on his head. "Oh no! I've lost Toodles! How could I ever find her?"
A giggle underneath a nearby table, followed by a quick chide from someone Gourdy didn't know very well, Rodger. "Holloway? Are you and Toodles playing again? We need to focus. Make this floor the last time you do so."
Gourdy stiffens, as does Toodles, and he nods shyly. "Sorry, Mister Rodger!" Toodles crawls out from under the table, twiddling her thumbs. "We won't do it again!"
Rodger nods, his one eye closing during the motion. "Good. Now run along, the elevator is about to open."
Almost immediately, Toodles turns to Gourdy, a grin on her face. "Last one there is a rotten pumpkin!" Gourdy gasps with mock offense, chasing after her. They laugh and giggle along the way, reaching the elevator at the same time. They picked the perfect moment, too, and it opens seconds later. They're the first in, and everyone else slowly files in behind them.
As the elevator went down another floor, to floor twenty-seven, Gourdy looked around at everyone else, watching them mingle. Looey was holding a half-eaten cupcake, Sprout was next to him, chiding him for being so reckless. Toodles and Gigi were chatting together, with Gigi showing Toodles some new shiny items, and Rodger was by himself, leaning against the wall and watching everyone else with an analytical gaze.
Gourdy smiled softly, glad to see everyone getting along. He loved seeing everyone be so nice to each other, especially when they all don't know each other very well! Well, maybe not him and Toodles, or her and Rodger, but still!
Soon enough, the elevator opens, and as soon as Looey steps out, there's a sound that makes everyone freeze. Barking. Almost immediately, Looey runs out, leading something away from the rest of the group. Everyone else moves into action mode as well, Sprout handling the rest of the monsters while Gigi runs off to start working on extracting ichor.
Gourdy wants to run off too, but Rodger holds him and Toodles back, kneeling down to their level and addressing them in a serious tone. "You two be careful, alright? That twi- monster, it's dangerous. It's faster than anything we've encountered so far, faster than all of us, and we can't have either of you getting hurt! Can I trust you two to stay out of Looey's way and keep yourselves hidden?"
Toodles nods immediately, and Gourdy quickly follows suit, holding onto Toodles' hand. "We'll stick together and keep each other safe! Don't worry, Mister Rodger! We'll be okay!" Toodles makes an affirmative sound, holding onto Gourdy's hand tighter.
Rodger hesitates, not fully believing them, but decides to release them. "I trust you both to stay safe. No playing. If you find yourself in danger, remember to use the sticker system I told you about." With that, he leaves, leaving Gourdy and Toodles alone. In the distance, they can hear snarling and barking, the mystery monster leaving them shuffling on their feet.
Toodles speaks first, her voice a little small. "Are we really gonna listen to him? If Looey's got it, then.. then I wanna keep playing!" Gourdy turns to her, then considers their options. Rodger did tell them to be safe and to focus, but neither of them have gotten hurt so far, and they're pretty good at hiding. They'd be fine! …Maybe.
After a few more moments of deliberation, Gourdy nods. "Okay! But we have to be quiet, all right? I'll hide this time!" With a giggle, he runs off, skirting past Rodger and Sprout under the guise of looking for floor candy.
Looking around, Gourdy realizes they're in a garage, or maybe a warehouse? It did have a parking lot, so Gourdy assumed Gardenview somehow had a parking garage beneath the building. Maybe for the handlers? Considering possible hiding places, he decides to hide under one of the cars in the lot, squeezing himself under it. It's a tight fit, but it must be a great hiding spot!
Eventually, Gourdy can tell that ten seconds passes, and he can hear Toodles' bare feet against the floor, the rhythmic click clack of resin getting closer with each moment. Thankfully, she passes right by him, causing him to hold in a giggle. However, as time goes on, more machines get completed, and soon enough, he hears the elevator open.
Alright, no more hiding, time to get out! Except… he can't move. He's stuck, and his arms are pinned at his sides with the weight of the car. He tries calling out, but he can't breathe, the crushing weight pushing him down onto the floor and making it impossible to even make a squeak.
"Gourdy? Where are you?" He hears Toodles call out, the fear clear in her voice. He can hear Rodger telling her they have to go, that it's not safe, and Gourdy can only tremble in fear as the elevator shuts, unable to go back up, only down. He tries to break free from the car that has him pinned, but it's no use. He's just not that strong.
He could hear snarling, something like a dog stepping around. Was that the big scary monster? The monster stepped closer, and closer, and Gourdy could see its feet from underneath the car. It only had two of them, but it looked tall, too tall. He heard it sniffing, and just as suddenly, it growled.
Gourdy clamped his mouth shut, watching as it stepped closer to the car, its head coming down to look underneath. The sight made Gourdy's ichor run cold. "...Pebble?" There's foamy drool dripping from the dog's jaws, his red eyes boring into Gourdy's soul. Pebble's head lifts up, and after a few moments, the car goes flying off of Gourdy's body, freeing him.
Gourdy freezes, trying to regain feeling in his limbs, and quickly. Pebble looks momentarily distracted, observing the remains of the broken car, leaving Gourdy to high tail it out of there. He runs on barely working legs, panting as he makes it to where the elevator should be. But of course, when he gets there, there's no elevator to be found, only a large, dark cavern leading who knows as far down. He swallows, turning to see that wherever Pebble had been before, he was gone now, making Gourdy yelp.
Which proved to be a horrible idea, as loud, hard footsteps starting running towards him, followed by two deep barks that he felt in his bones. He whipped around, seeing Pebble barreling towards him from a few yards away. He immediately starts running the other direction, but Pebble was too fast for him, had too much stamina when Gourdy had too little.
Gourdy's stable lead was quickly yanked away from him as Pebble's head connected with his body, causing Gourdy to scream and fall over. He could feel Pebble's eyes on him, shaking as the dog reached down, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck. It feels like being stabbed with needles, like Ribbeca's, but they went far deeper. It didn't feel like Pebble was using his full strength, which Gourdy felt thankful for. But.. if Pebble wasn't going to kill him, what then?
Gourdy whimpered as Pebble took him back to the parking lot, depositing him on top of the destroyed car from before. He carelessly tossed Gourdy on top, definitely leaving a bruise on his arm. He looked up, watching the deformed dog stare at him. The dog's frothy spit landed on Gourdy's back, making him gag. There was a brief moment where it seemed like everything would be okay, Pebble flipped him over onto his back, and Gourdy felt a rocky hardness pressing against his dry cunt, making him cry out. "P-Pebble!"
Without any preamble, Pebble's large, rocky cock forced itself inside of Gourdy, only to able to fit about halfway. Gourdy could feel himself crying, ichor tears trailing down his cheeks as the dog on top of him continuing pushing inside, trying to fully sheathe himself inside the fragile pumpkin toon. The sizable insertion caused a bulge in Gourdy's lower body, one that made his eyes widen and his breath jog. One of Gourdy's hands came up, pushing weakly against Pebble's ichor neck, but it was like putting his hand under a faucet, the viscous fluid simply running around his hand.
With one final snap of his hips, Pebble was fully inserted into Gourdy's body, who was still crying profusely. He was bleeding, one from where he was being violated and the other from his shoulder, which had cracked when he hit the ground. Unable to stop the beast that claimed him, Gourdy took it, small whimpers escaping him with each stab into him.
Despite himself, Gourdy felt himself reacting to Pebble's thrusts, his pussy moistening around the invading dick traitorously, allowing Pebble to push even further inside, more than Gourdy thought possible. The bulge was even more apparent now, threatening to crack him right open with the force.
Above him, Pebble panted with effort, ichor dripping from his mouth and landing right on Gourdy's face. He wiped away at the liquid frantically, though that only proved to drive it further into his flesh, making his mind begin to go somewhere dark.
He had been abandoned here, hadn’t he? They didn't even try to help him, barely even looked for him. They had more than enough time to actually try to find him, didn't they? Did they actually care that he was gone? Or were they glad to be rid of him? He did nothing but cause trouble, mess around when he wasn't supposed to. They should be glad he's not there to interfere with their mission again.
The thoughts threatened to overwhelm Gourdy completely, even as he tried pushing them out of his mind. He couldn't think like this, he knew all of that wasn't true. But if that's the case, then… why did it feel so real?
He could barely feel Pebble thrusting into him anymore, his clawed hands digging into his upper arms, making them bleed. The darkness in him was slowly taking over, the positive and rational thoughts in his mind quieting amidst the loud roar of doubt and self-consciousness.
Gourdy was too caught up in his own mind to notice Pebble speeding up, his growling and panting increasing tenfold, until it was too late. A hard thrust brought him back to reality, followed by the sensation of being filled impossibly full with burning hot ichor. Gourdy practically screamed, the sound garbled and congested.
He felt like he was going to burst, more and more ichor pouring inside him with each shallow thrust from Pebble. His entire lower body swelled, filling more and more until eventually—he popped.
He wasn't able to make a sound before it happened, his lower body bursting with ichor. The explosion made Pebble startle, the dog stepping back and sniffing what remained. Despite everything, Gourdy was still alive, having now fallen off the top of the car and landed on the ground, right into the puddle of ichor.
Pebble soon lost interest, leaving Gourdy all by himself. He pulled himself up with his arms, sliding forward until he couldn't anymore, sitting in the center of the puddle. He breathed hard, crying silently. His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils now red from the strain.
All Gourdy could do now was sit and cry, the other monsters on the floor passing him by without much thought. He was.. he was one of them now, wasn't he? He didn't want anyone to be scared of him.
He sniffled, wiping away his tears ineffectually. He needed to be brave. If someone came down here, if that's even possible now.. they can't know how much he's hurting. How much he hates being this way, how much he wanted to be normal again.
Almost as if on cue, Gourdy can hear something familiar. He can't place where it's coming from, or what exactly it is, but he knows that noise. There's footsteps trailing the sound as well, making him speak aloud, his voice husky and strained.
"What was that noise-?"