An Exciting First Day

 The stomping of Leon's boots echo down the hallway as he sprints towards the door at the far end, taking care to step over the corpses littering his path. The past 12 hours have been a living nightmare as the apparent sole survivor in Raccoon City, and the stress is starting to eat at him. Arriving to a welcome party held by his recently turned co-workers wasn't the greatest start to his day, but Leon somehow survived this far without major injury. Though judging by the crashing behind him, that could change any second now. 

As the exit comes within reach, Leon hears a loud slam from behind, turning his head and immediately falling flat to the floor. A second after his chest hits the deck, a body soars overhead and shatters the wooden door to splinters in a gory explosion, congealed blood splattering the walls. Looking up, Leon sees what appears to be a massive man in a black trench coat stalking towards him. 

"There's always something new..." Leon mutters to himself, picking himself up off the floor and jumping through the broken doorway, away from whatever the hell that thing is. 

Continuing on down the narrow hallways, Leon ducks into a side room to catch his breath, hoping there's enough distance between him and that hulk. Sweat falls from Leon's face onto vest as he slumps over, and he pulls a radio from his pocket to give it one last try.

"Hey, is anyone receiving? This is Leon Kennedy of the Raccoon City Police Department, I need immediate assistance."

Releasing the button, Leon waits for a reply but the only thing that comes through is hissing static. With a heavy sigh, he tosses the radio aside and brushes the hair out of his face, wracking his brain for his next step. 

A creaking noise from above snaps Leon out of his own head and he jumps to his feet, grabbing his flashlight and readying his handgun. Pointing both towards the ceiling, Leon illuminates the broken pipes and tiles, catching a flash of red darting into the shadows. A clang rings out from the darkness and something shoots out, wrapping around Leon's neck and lifting him off the ground. 

Firing blindly, Leon drops the flashlight and pulls at the strange fleshy appendage constricting his airway, reaching for his knife to cut himself free. His vision begins to turn spotty as his fingers close on the handle, but before he can swing up, the meat rope drops him to the floor, retreating back to the shadows. Rubbing his neck, Leon slowly backs away from the hole in the ceiling when suddenly the rest of the tiles collapse and a huge red monster lands in front of him. With no eyes to speak of, it creeps forward on oversized claws and snakes its tongue towards Leon, wrapping around his uniform pants. 

"Shit, I can't catch a break here..." Leon mumbles to himself, aiming his pistol at the exposed brain of the creature. As soon as his finger begins inching the trigger back, the tongue around his leg yanks backwards, knocking Leon flat and sending the round into the wall. Dragged by his ankle around the room, Leon does his best to steady himself but his gear ends up scattered and out of reach. After what feels like an eternity, the monster stops its thrashing and pulls Leon under its body, leaving him dazed. 

Shaking his head, Leon props himself up on his elbows and squirms away from the drooling maw looming over him, searching blindly for a weapon. Unfortunately, the creature has other ideas and leaps onto him, pinning his arms to the dirty floor with its claws and extending its tongue once more. Fighting to free himself, Leon strains his muscles in futility as the monster's tongue drips saliva onto his face, dragging lazily across his skin before forcing its way past his lips and down his throat.

Twisting and turning his head, Leon tries to bite down on the slimy appendage but to no avail, the thick muscle keeps his jaw pried open as it worms its way in and out of his gullet. In one last effort to dislodge the beast, Leon plants both his feet on its torso and pushes up, only managing to lift it a few inches. The last of Leon's energy leaves him from the effort and he collapses beneath the creature, its tongue still squirming in his throat. Just before he passes out, the tongue pulls free with a sickening 'schlorp' and leaves him gasping for air. Letting Leon's wrists go, the monster turns its attention to his lower half, its wet tongue wrapping around his thigh and snaking into the waistband of his pants. 

"Hey, what the f-"

Gasping, Leon tries to pull the tentacle-like tongue out from his clothing, but it just buries further, apparently searching for something. After a minute of searching, the tip of its tongue presses against Leon's backdoor, sending a shudder through his body. Even in the midst of fighting for his life and/or anal virginity, a question of what to call the monster currently giving him the ultimate french kiss floats to the forefront of his thoughts. As the tongue squirming against his hole finally breaks through, he settles on 'licker' and tries to claw his way towards the door.

Inching his way to the exit, Leon does his best to ignore the balled up tongue punching its way in and out of his ring, but it starts pushing deeper until it begins pressing against his internal g-spot. The sudden pressure sends a wave of electricity throughout Leon's extremities, causing him to fall to the ground and lose his progress as he's dragged back from the door. Stepping over Leon's shuddering form, the licker pins him facedown, its claws tearing Leon's shirt and drawing lines of blood. 

Leon writhes helplessly as the monster's tongue seems to flex and widen inside him, his own cock growing involuntarily and straining his pants. Groaning quietly, he tries to pull himself forward by his arms but the weight of the licker keeps him flat, his cock rubbing against the floor from his struggle. The tongue buried inside Leon begins to swirl in circles, sending him over the edge and forcing a loud moan from the RPD rookie as he paints the inside of his boxers white. Clenching tight around the invading tongue, Leon involuntarily keeps it buried through his orgasm and feels it swelling further still, milking more sticky liquid from his twitching cock. 

The sensation of being forcibly brought to orgasm leaves Leon gasping on the floor, the tongue in his rectum finally slipping free and out of his pants. Seeing his handgun lying a few feet away, Leon fights through the residual shakes and leaps towards it, fingers closing over the grip as the licker growls behind him. Turning around, Leon points in the general direction of the monster and squeezes the trigger as fast as he can, at least one round making contact. The licker seems to give a roar, but Leon barely registers it, his ears ringing from the firearm discharge. Dropping the empty magazine, he inserts a new one and takes a second to zero in, but the licker crawls back up to the ceiling, escaping into the darkness. 

With the immediate threat finally gone, Leon drops to his knees and lets out a sigh, still recovering from the ordeal. Looking around the room, he slowly collects his equipment and limps towards the door, rubbing his sore behind. The day continues to get stranger and stranger, but thankfully this encounter didn't cost him any limbs. The lights that remain flicker and buzz overhead, and Leon's determination wavers as he touches the doorknob. Who knows how many more insane monsters are out there? Not to mention the lumbering freak that threw bodies, that's bound to make a second appearance. Slamming his fist against the wall, Leon grits his teeth and steps forward, pushing on into the ruins of his department.  

Thirty minutes later, Leon finds himself in the building's basement, typing frantically on a keyboard as the undead slam against the door behind him. Sentences flash on the screen, then a picture, but the only words that stick out are "T-103" and "Tyrant". Nothing useful seems to be listed in terms of weaknesses, but why would it be? Cursing under his breath, Leon grabs his handgun and runs towards the opposite exit, a loud thumping drowning out the zombies until the creature listed in the files bursts through the door. 

Body parts and wooden splinters fly through the room as the Tyrant makes its entrance, closing the distance between it and Leon with a couple steps. Turning and readying his gun, Leon lands a hit just below the Tyrant's shoulder, but a second shot never comes as it grabs his wrist. The monster squeezes forcefully, causing Leon to drop his weapon and cry out, but thankfully not hard enough to break anything. Reaching with its other massive hand, the Tyrant grabs Leon by the neck and lifts him effortlessly, looking him up and down. All Leon can do is struggle and lash out with his feet, but it doesn't even faze the behemoth, and ends up hurting himself more than anything.

The Tyrant seems to give a slight chuckle as it watches Leon fight in his grip, then begins systematically stripping all his equipment and clothes. Grabbing Leon by the waist with a single hand, the giant pulls Leon's armored chest piece off his shirt, exposing his bare chest. It similarly tears Leon's uniform bottoms to shreds, leaving him with tattered sleeves and his combat boots. 

"Hey, what the hell?! What is it with all of you?!" 

Leon yells in distress as the Tyrant manhandles him into position, held upside down with his ass in the air. With his face pressed against the monster's crotch, Leon feels something warm and thick squirming against his recently defiled hole, and realizes it's the Tyrant's tongue stretching him once again.

Groaning from the thick muscle prying him open, Leon attempts to push himself off the Tyrant's waist, but his hand brushes over something throbbing and growing against the monster's thigh, causing him to freeze in place. As if by magic, the Tyrant's pants fall away and a veiny gray log rises to meet Leon's face, the dark head smearing clear slime against his cheek. 

Finished playing with Leon's winking hole, the Tyrant drops him to the ground and grabs him by the head, pulling him up until he sits face to face with its dripping cock. Leon tries to keep his face away from the massive tool, but there's no fighting the Tyrant's strength, and it's not long until his mouth is pressed firmly to the beast's tip. Salty pre drips down his face and manages to sneak past his lips little by little, and eventually Leon tires of forcing his mouth shut, letting the spongy head gradually sneak through. The Tyrant's gargantuan size doesn't lend itself well to oral stimulation, but that doesn't seem to bother it as it pulls Leon's head further, the head only just barely fitting into his stretched maw. 

Tears stream down Leon's face as he's force fed the Tyrant's slime, thick ooze sliding down the back of his throat as his tongue remains flattened by the bulbous tip. Trying to pull the shaft out, he only succeeds in stroking it and sending another stream of goo into his stomach. Feeling the huge cock throb in his mouth, Leon accepts his fate and lets his arms hang at his sides, swallowing each new spurt as it comes. The monster's precum seems to be never ending, and Leon ends up ingesting enough to make him queasy, coughing up liquid onto the Tyrant's length. 

The grip on Leon's skull releases, letting him collapse to the floor as he burps up pre, but there isn't much time for rest as a hand wraps around his stomach and lifts him once more. Throwing Leon against a desk, the Tyrant steps behind him and keeps him pinned with a single hand. Anticipation and anxiety send adrenaline shooting through Leon's veins as he imagines the inevitable. A heavy thwack rings out as the Tyrant's meat lands on Leon's lower back, sliding back as he quivers beneath it. The oversized head pries its way between Leon's cheeks and spurts slippery ooze against his hole as preparation, and Leon briefly considers begging to be spared, knowing it would do no good. 

As slimy liquid covers his backside, Leon feels the Tyrant pushing forward steadily, fighting to break through Leon's ring. The constant pressure threatens the inevitable, and Leon balls his hands into fists, the fat head gaining ground inch by inch until it finally pops through and knocks the air out of Leon's lungs. The Tyrant lets out a satisfied grunt as Leon gasps desperately below it, his ring clenching as it's forced to its limit. Gripping and clawing at the desk frantically, Leon's attempts to pull himself off the Tyrant's throbbing member only serve to get him pushed flat as the bioweapon lunges forward, burying another half foot of cock inside him. 

Left untouched, Leon's flaccid cock sways uselessly beneath him as the Tyrant ruts him, its short but powerful thrusts gradually pulling the desk's legs from their cemented base, and crushing Leon's prostate with the organic battering ram protruding from its waist. The monstrous shaft buried in Leon's hole makes him sickeningly full, distending his stomach each time it bottoms out and forcing a steady stream of pearly ooze from his swinging cock. Groaning in discomfort, Leon tries his best to adjust himself to lessen the sensations wracking his body, but the Tyrant continues unperturbed, giving no thought to its victim's pleasure. 

Ten minutes of uninterrupted plowing later, the Tyrant emits a low groan, signaling its incoming release. Mustering the last bit of sanity and energy he can, Leon flails desperately to free himself, if even for a moment, but the Tyrant simply turns him over, grabbing Leon by the ankles and spreading his legs wide as it drives its cock home. Leon can only watch in horror as the cock shaped bulge in his midriff distends further, strangely warm liquid erupting from the Tyrant's cock and filling every nook and cranny of his bowels. Letting out a guttural roar, the Tyrant increases its pace, pushing its thick seed deeper into Leon's guts, the excess leaking out from around the base of its length. Unable to keep up with the Tyrant's renewed assault, Leon's eyes roll back in his head, falling limp as the monster fucks him into unconsciousness. 

Coming to sometime later, Leon tries to open his eyes but they remain glued shut. His skin seems to crackle as he moves his hand to his face, rubbing a strange crust from his eyelids. Opening his eyes carefully, he does his best to sit up, wincing in pain as he pulls himself upright and realizes his situation. Leon's skin, covered in the dried remnants of the Tyrant's seed, is painted a strange off white, his back and legs still dripping from the pool of ooze he was left in. 

Fighting his way to his feet, Leon does his best to clean himself off, slime still leaking from his gaping hole down his thigh. 

"This has been the worst first day ever..." he mutters to himself, wondering if anyone else has been dealing with this. Stumbling his way over to a wall of lockers, he pulls one open, searching for clothes, but to no avail. Leon goes through each locker top to bottom, but the only clothes available are a pair of black spats, and a woman's tank top. 

"Well... I guess it's better than running around naked..."

Sighing dejectedly, Leon pulls his boots off and slips the spats up his legs...