Lamypocalipse

Part 1

What was I running from exactly? I couldn’t tell. I didn’t even know where I could possibly be. My memories were coming back to me in lapses, flashes of images. The last thing I could remember was the comfortable feeling of watching Yukihana Lamy’s members asmr stream late at night, and now I find myself desperatly running from an unkown predator through some snowy forest. I had nothing on me, not even my clothes, and even though I slightly shivered and steam would come out of my mouth with every exausthed breath, i did not feel cold.

In the distance, from where i was running from, I could see the glare of lanters moving around the trees, and feminine and soothing yet frightening voices screaming orders such as “Find it no matter what!” and “We need it alive!”. It took no genius to know i was their prey, not to mention the primal and instinctive fear i felt when I heard them speaking made thing obvious. Those were my pursuers and if I were to stay put, they would caught me, and whatever it was they wanted to do with me it would not be pleasent. That was all I knew at the time, and all that I needed to know so I could keep running away.

After a few hours, when the morning sun light started seeping through the trees, was when i realized how weak I was. Dehydrated and starving as I was since I came to, running aimlessly through the woods did not help that, and when I noticed a small shack hidden in a small clearing, my consciousness started failling me before I could call for help. When I finally woke up, i was greeted by the rough feeling of a hard wooden floor against my face constrasted with the soft and comfortable blanket covering me.

-Finally awake, aren’t we? You sure are a heavy sleeper.

The voice, rasped and tired, came from the opposite side of the room from where I was lying. Fearing the worst, I did not dare turn around to look at the person, and simply mumbled in agreement.

-Don’t be like that friend. We mean you no harm…

-We!? – I almost screamed in panic, interrupting them as I turned around, thinking my pursuers had caught me.

In doing so I finally got the first glimpse at the person. He was actually alone in the shack if it wasn’t for me, and since all the windows were boarded up and there were no light sources inside if not for the soft light rays coming from the cracks in the wood I could only make out the silhouette of a tall, robust figure with long hair on one side of his head, shaved on the other, wearing a long cape covering his body. That it, until he lunged towards me and placed his hand in my mouth, to make sure I screamed no more.

-Shhh… - He said with a finger in his mouth, looking at the empty shack’s door.

His – or maybe hers – face was now clear. The unshaved hair was blue and visibly well kept if not a little messy. Their heterochromic eyes were black in the left and golden on the right, were their blue locks fell. One of his ears – again, the one on the right side of his head – was slightly deformed, like it was pointy, elf-like, and beneath the cape I could see their pale and soft skin exposed and that he was, actually, indeed a she: Naked voluptuous breasts dangled around with every little move of her, almost hypnotically. We stayed like that for a couple of seconds until the woman slowly took her hand of my mouth and moved ever so calmly to the corner of the shack she was standing before. She started feeling the wood planks in the floor until she swiftly ripped one of them and, after signaling for me to follow her and cover the hole, squeezed through the passage down bellow.

Down the hole, descending in a fragile ladder made out of wood and ropes, I found I big open cave. It was well lit with torches and electric lights powered by a few generators here and there and with a couple of tunnels linking that central cave to god-knows-where. But what really caught my attention was the people that were there. Not only there was quite a crowd packed in that claustrophobic space, all of them, without exception, had the same similar features of the woman who took me there: Shiny and soft blue hair, golden eyes, pointy ears, pale skin and, of course, all females. All of them stood there pretty much naked if not for a piece of fabric here or there not big enough to cover their whole bodies. Upon seeing me, they all cowered away from me, as if I was the strangest thing happening there. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize it but all of those women, the one who saved me as well, were all actually… Lamys? Or at least resembled her almost perfectly albeit for some small variations that distinguished them from the real thing.

-Rejects, do not worry. This breeder is a fugitive, like me and you. We must house him like one of us from now on. He suffered like we did, and revolted like we did. Otherwise he would not be here.

Upon hearing those words from who I assumed was their leader, the… Lamys relaxed themselves upon my presence, and came back to do whatever they were doing before – some of them even approached me as the master Lamy took me away to talk with me, touching me everywhere with child-like curiosity until my host shooed them away.

I was took to one of the tunnels, where we passed through some rows of piles of blankets and rugs and pieces of old clothing, supposedly serving as make shift beds for all of the residents. In the other end there was a small room, in which the center rested a bunch of papers and maps upon an old wood desk, with some of the documents falling to the ground, while others were stuck in the table by rusty knifes. In the corner there was another bed, but this one seemed a little bigger then the others. Sitting on one side of the desk in a crate and offering another one for me, the punished Lamy started explaining my situation.

-You don’t have to worry now. We are on your side, and I hope you are on ours as well. We have a couple of our own out hunting for food and water, so all you have to do for the time being is relax…

-Wait wait, slow down. What is happening? I mean, everything. Were am I? And what was I running from?

-Hm, curious. Could it be that they mess with breeders memories…?

-Can’t you just explain to me what the fuck is going on? Why are they all Lamys? Why are you Lamy? - I was finally losing my patience now that I was able to stop and process what was happening.

-Oh my friend, no they are not Lamys, and you should be thankful for that. They are only half Lamys, those who rejected the Elf mid transformation, and in turn, the Elf rejected them as well. We don’t know whats so special about us, and we don’t have the means to discover, but as long as we are here, there is hope. We just…

-Wait, what do you mean? Transformation? The Elf? You mean Lamy? I mean, the real Lamy, you know, you get what I mean.

-There is no real Lamy anymore! – She said, in a frustrated tone, punching the desk – Not “one” real Lamy, that is… Sorry. You really don’t remember anything? Some time ago, we don’t even know how long anymore, we stopped counting the years, people just… started becoming Lamy… we don't know why but it spread like a virus. No one was safe, it seemed, even those unaware of vtubers and hololive fell ill. And once the Elf, as it came to be known, made it’s way to global organizations, political figures, military forces, there was no more salvation. The world was engulfed in cold, and all was Lamy. – And as if she realized how dumbstruck I was with such absurdity, she tried to cheer me up, although she herself didn’t seem to fully believe what she was saying – But hey, as I said, we are still here. We manage to suppress the Elf, so if we find out how we did we might be able to… do something… and now with you here, we might find something new and…

-Why me? Also you called me “breeder” earlier right?

-Well, it was what you are, right? It seems obvious. Ok, I get it, no memories of nothing, no need to look at me like that. Let me explain. All the Elf wants, it seems, is to procreate. To create more Lamys. And once every single person in the world is Lamy, what do you think will happen? How will more Lamys be born without new humans to become Lamy? That’s were you fit in, the second phase of the Lamyfication plan. You are nothing more than a glorified dildo for the Lamys, made to breed more Lamys every single day. Some times a perfect Lamy is born, some times a male baby is born. Most of the males are exposed to the Elf earlier and quickly become Lamy, but as breeders die unnourished or of age, the male babies take their places, and so it goes generation after generation. At least it’s what our intel team gathered.

-That’s… that’s bullshit! Why would I run away? That sounds like heaven! I wanna be a breeder now! LAMY! CAN YOU HEAR ME? I’M RIGHT HERE, COME TAKE ME!

-The walls are sound proof you dumbass, shut your screechings! And of course you ran away you buffon! You would die if you stayed there. Nothing more than a sex toy, they would literally suck you dry. You’ve been exposed to Lamy for too long now, look at yourself, I don’t even know how you’re still alive and conscious right now. Wait, maybe that’s how they fuck with your memories…?

As the half-Lamy started mumbling theories to herself, I couldn’t brush off some of the small comments she made right there. “Generation after generation”; how far ago has all that happened for multiple generations to come and go? “Look at yourself”? I mean, looking down I could clearly see a naked male body – MY male body, no doubt, although slightly unnourished. But I didn’t look at my reflection ever since I came to…

-Do you have a mirror? Or something like that?

Half-Lamy looked at me for a second and realized what I meant. Her looked seemed worried, but at the same time surprised. “You don’t even know your own face?” she said with her eyes, and then reached for a drawer in her side of the desk, taking out and aluminum ashtray and clearing its surface with the tip of her cape. As she lighted the cigarette she took out as well, I slowly raised se reflective surface of the ashtray into my eye level, and saw the horror. Thought distorted, I could distinguish Golden eyes looking back at me and blue locks falling on my shoulders. The androgynous face mumbled along with me in shock, as I asked the universe in vain:

-Am I… becoming Lamy too?

Part 2

I’ve been living with the half-Lamys hidden in that cave for around a week now. Everything was still so unbelievable to me, it all felt like a dream - I was yet to decide if it was a bad dream or a good one though. Even if all the girls there resembled Lamy in an almost uncanny way, not one of them was identical to the real thing. Some were smaller and taller than others, both in height and bust size. Some had different hairstyles, and sometimes part of that hair had different colors, not the usual icy blue. Some had only one of their eyes with that characteristic golden yellow color, with the other varying wildly. Though they all bore similarities, none of them could be called a bonafide Lamy. God, what the hell is happening? Well, no matter. I was still surrounded by cute - and mostly undressed - girls, so the dream was looking pretty good so far.

The half-Lamy who saved me, who asked me to refer to her as Boss, provided me with some clothing and food. The half-Lamys had already established something of a self-sustainable life in the underground tunnels. Food came from a pretty well hidden and well kept garden on the surface, accessible from one of the tunnels. Some half-Lamys on patrol would always come back with game meat, almost always enough to feed most of the residents. Boss gave me her room to sleep in since it was the only isolated “room”. She didn’t want me sleeping with all the other half-Lamys. When I asked her why, half knowing the answer, she gave me a look that said she was worried not with what I would do, but what could be done to me. She refused to elaborate any further, and all the other half-Lamys were pretty hesitant to speak with me. I was an outside element coexisting with them, and so they treated me not very different then they would treat the moss on the walls, ignoring me as much as they could.

I also noticed some form of disagreement going on within the group. Boss acted and sounded like she wanted to go to war or something. She talked about strategies and how we should gather more fire power. How now with me they could have a chance. At what though? Most of the other half-Lamys didn’t seem fond of that idea, they didn’t believe they could fight whatever they were planning to - indeed, they were only a handful of people, no more than twenty, and the only weapons I saw lying around were bows and knives.

One day, one of the half-Lamys in patrol came back with some expensive looking black packages. I could distinguish the writings on the box as hiragana, but couldn’t make out what they meant - my japanese reps weren’t very good. Luckily it didn’t take long until the patrolling half-Lamy revealed its contents, taking out a big bottle of traditional sake, waving it around above her head while the other Lamys cheered and screamed excitedly. That night there would be drinking.

Gathered in the main cave, everyone sat around in the ground with unmatching plates and cups - probably found randomly in previous patrols - and enjoyed sake with some deer and rabbit meat barbeque. The atmosphere was so cheerful and pleasant I could easily forget we were all hidden underground for some reason. The half-Lamys would actually talk to me in a friendly manner now, like we were all longtime acquaintances. Things were going great until Boss left her room in her usual grumpy yet friendly temper, clearly having just woken up from a nap.

-What the hell is all that noise? You girls started a party without telling me?

-Scout brought us some sake! - Someone answered amidst all the conversation.

-She did…? Scout, where did you find it?

-Ah Boss, don’t worry about it. Here, I saved that whole rabbit just for you. Come, the drink will wash it down nicely!

-No! You answer me now, where the hell did you find that? - Boss’s tone was now scary and angry. She pretty much shouted her questions, but it was not enough to kill all the conversation around. - There are no convenience stores nearby and you were ordered to not go too far this time.

-I… I just found them, half buried in the snow. I don’t know, it felt like a waste to leave them there. Look, they are of good quality too!

-Where is your partner?

Silence. At least on Scout’s part. The drunk and cheerful conversation kept going, unaware of the desperation in the Boss’s eyes. Whatever she took that silence for as an answer, it outright scared her. And that fear was transmitted to Scout almost immediately, as she started crying, and bowing and apologising. Ignoring both the crying comrade and the drinking party, the leader half-Lamy rushed to the exit without a word.

It was a really weird feeling, being in the middle of that festivity, otherwise fully cheerful, with one girl balling her eyes out in the corner but everyone else still drinking their hearts out. When I started worrying for real about the situation, one of the half-Lamys offered to feed me a piece of meat with a cheerful smile and rosy cheeks. The heaven I found myself in was now tangible. The many half naked girls around me were actually interacting with me, some of them even getting touchy. My worries were washed away immediately as I started drinking as well.

How long has it been? An hour? Two? Maybe more? Things were great, I could almost ignore Scout’s crying with all the giggles from the half-Lamys to distract me. The whole place felt like a sauna, it was weirdly hot, probably the sake’s fault. One thing led to another, and the touchy Lamys got more intimate, getting rid of their little clothing and surrounding me. The world could’ve gone to hell and I would still feel blessed, as one of the girls pushed me down in ecstasy and climbed on me, licking her lips, pinching her perky breasts, and then… I couldn’t breathe.

I felt as if someone was wrapping their hands around my throat with full intention of suffocating me. But half-Lamy’s hands were clearly in my chest, and even then they were too small to completely wrap my neck fully. All the other girls around us were staring at me, and all I could see in their glare was ill intent. Through all the giggling I heard a cacophony of noise, inhuman screeching, the banging of heavy machinery, screams that I didn't know if they were mine or not. I started sweating, panicking as the girl on me felt way too heavy to be moved away. What was happening to me? Why was I feeling that… dread?

Right before I felt myself penetrating her, with my tip barely touching her, the half-Lamy stopped and asked me “Are you okay?” which brought me back to my senses - well, kinda, but enough for me to be able to lunge out of there, instinctively going to the ladder leading to the shack. Right as I climbed out to the surface, I heard a knock on the door. A specific pattern of knocking, almost melodic. It sounded like Blue Clapper a little. I didn’t know what that meant at first, but I heard one of the half-Lamys from below saying how that was the code so they could know it was one of them knocking, not just any passerby.

“Boss!” I thought hopeful. Maybe she could know what happened to me. God, I hope my dick didn’t go limp on me. But what I welcomed upon opening the door was not the tall half-Lamy with her head shaved on the side and a heavy coat that I learned to trust. It was Lamy. The actual Lamy.

-Target secured. - She tilted her head as if speaking to someone behind her. She held a rifle pointed at me, and before I could object, she tackled me to the ground and handcuffed me. Upon being taken outside the shack I could see five other Lamy’s identical to her, down to their clothing, they were perfect copies of each other, and all of them were well armed. Not only that, Boss was there, on her knees restricted as well, bruised and beaten with her head down. I tried calling her, but she didn't seem conscious. But worst was what the Lamy pointing a gun to her was holding on her other hand: The severed head of Scout’s partner.

-Hai, wake up. Did you have fun stealing our pet? - One of the Lamys said to Boss while giggling and grabbing her head by the hair so she could look her in the eyes. She kept smiling the whole time as she dragged Boss in front of me so we could stand face to face
-Well, say goodbye to him, he’s coming home now.

-The sake… was a bait… as I thought…

After a long pause, she continued:

-Remember kid… As long… as we are… here… there is ho-

Bang!

Boss’s body fell limp in front of me as her blood painted the snow red. As three of the Lamys went into the cave beneath the shack, guns in hand, all I could hear was the horrendous sounds of the bloodshed that was taking place right beneath my feet. The constant sound of bullets being fired, the terrified screaming, skin and meat being ripped as bones were broken. Voices were being silenced mid pleading, and all the while one of the Lamys was sitting on Boss’s body in front of me, gently blowing at the tip of my penis and caressing my balls, saying with a sadistic grin on her face:

-Own, so many little future Lamys here just waiting to be bred. I can hardly wait.

I then knew for certain. The dream was not a bad one. It was outright a nightmare.