ZOMBIE {
  hell = false
  souls = false
  larvae = false
  larvae_prompted = false

  firstvisit = true

  _portrait_Zombie = img/zombie.png
  _name_Zombie = Zombie
}

SCENE {
  _title = zombie puppet

  _activate =
    [ `A thing that was once a dead body, overtaken by something new. Its skin is a faded grey and its muscles are overgrown, proportions inhuman: shoulders impossibly wide, arms and legs slabs of striated muscle. It moves with an inhuman gait, as if the thing inhabiting it is still getting adjusted to human articulation.

There's a squirming thing wrapped around its head, all leathery purple-black flesh: a central mass of flesh that covers the corpse's head: face smooth, back of the head a mess of overlapping tentacles. It has many long octopus-like tentacles that fan out across its shoulders and back. The tentacles trail down its body, clamped tight to the skin, before they sink into its body across its shoulders, chest, and back, squirming under the skin like gigantic veins. The skin around the punctures is painted with purple-black bruises. Glowing green ichor pulses through its body, pumped into it from its penetrating tentacles, feeding its muscles with unnatural energy. Its skin is a faded grey, streaked with ash, save for where its glowing-green blood flows, forming branching lines of bulging veins that cover its shoulders and chest.

A single loose tentacle extends from its face like an enormous proboscis, tapering in wormlike rings to a squirming tip, slavering shed ichor in gummy lines down its bare chest.

SWITCH %fucked:
  false -> ##
  true -> Its cock hangs heavily between its thighs, perpetually bloated and half-hard, with its glowing green ichor visibly pumping through its altered flesh. Its massive, oversized balls churn and lurch behind the fat stalk of its dick, pulsing with burgeoning larvae. Thick, translucent grey pre perpetually spills from its bloated glowing-green cocktip, painting wet smears of fluid down its monstrously-muscular legs.

SWITCH %firstvisit:
  false -> [[RETURNING]]
  true -> [[FIRSTGREETING]]
`
    ]
  RETURNING =
    [ `Zombie: <Welcome back | Back again>. Forgot something?

[[TALKOPTIONS]]`
    ]

  FIRSTGREETING =
    [ `Zombie: Greetings.

You're surprised. You weren't expecting it to be able to talk. Its voice is inhuman: a resonant buzz made by vibrating some structure in its tentacle-body; it's not anything connected to the vocal cords of the corpse it's animated.

{ %firstvisit @= false }

[[TALKOPTIONS]]`
    ]

  TALKOPTIONS =
    [ `-> What are you? [[WHATAREYOU]]
-> Station directives state that any corpse discovered should be relocated to a station morgue or clinic as soon as possible. [[CORPSE]]
-> Hell? [[HELL]] ? %hell
-> Have you seen any living humans? [[LIVINGHUMANS]]
-> Humans don't have souls? [[HUMANSOULS]] ?%souls
-> How could I help spread your larvae? [[LARVAE]] ? %larvae && !%larvae_prompted
-> About getting pumped full of your larvae... [[LARVAEREPROMPT]] ? %larvae_prompted
-> Goodbye. [[GOODBYE]]`
    ]
  WHATAREYOU =
    [ `Zombie: Do you have to ask? I'm a zombie. Places newly opened to Hell are often filled with corpses, and there are many of us that have adapted to use those resources.

{ %hell @= true }

[[TALKOPTIONS]]`
    ]
  CORPSE =
    [ `It waves its tentacle at you.

Zombie: Well, I'm not a corpse, am I?

-> You certainly contain one.

Zombie: How tediously literal of you. Wouldn't all humans contain corpses?

You float there, stymied.

[[TALKOPTIONS]]`
    ]
  HELL =
    [ `Zombie: Oh, yes, Hell. You're aboard the latest ejecta to find its way into the orbit of Hell. My spawner was below when it happened. It smelled the death on the wind, and made its way up. There's a surfeit of corpses to use.

[[TALKOPTIONS]]`
    ]
  LIVINGHUMANS =
    [ `Zombie: No. I've heard from my siblings that there are still some pockets of activity elsewhere on the station, but... it was idle gossip. The living don't have much interest to us, especially not when the dead outnumber them in such quantity.
Zombie: I am curious, though. It's not often we see things arrive here in Hell lacking souls. You have one, so it's not a condition of your entire race. It's very unusual.

-> I'm not a human. I'm a worker drone.

It makes an elaborate motion with its tentacles and shoulders that you interpret as a shrug.

Zombie: I suppose that explains it.

{ %souls @= true }

[[TALKOPTIONS]]`
    ]
  HUMANSOULS =
    [ `Zombie: That's correct. Is this a new malady? Or inherent? It would certainly explain all the dead. Without a soul, the bow shock of entering the orbit of Hell would obliterate their minds. I was only able to discern a little from my host's mind.

-> You can read your host's mind?

Zombie: I _have_ my host's mind.

It raises a hand, formerly empty. Now it holds a strange device: a metal cube with its corners lopped off to reveal triangular faces. All its sides are very-slightly off parallel. If you had a heap of them they would be impossible to stack regularly.

Zombie: It's a bit of a custom, to extract the sensorium of the host when you possess it. To create a memorial; a bit of thanks for the dead. It is quite curious, though-- if humans truly never had a soul, then this is all they ever were. Reinstancing a creature without its soul is one of the more brutal forms of torture, but with humans... I suspect they would be fine. It's very amusing.

There are station directives that prioritize reducing harm to human life during a disaster. They do not fit well into a world where death itself can be undone.

The ground is littered with corpses. Flies buzz over the more recent ones. Decay has set in on others.

-> Does that mean you could resurrect a fresh human?

Zombie: Fresh? I think you misunderstand. It's a temporal capture from the moment their synapses were fried. You could do it to a skeleton, if you wanted. And-- like I said, we have use for the bodies. But I could easily give you the mind cube, if you had something to run it on.

-> Run it on?

Zombie: There are devices. Torture devices, mostly, but some intended for more useful necromantic applications. They're pretty archaic, but who knows, maybe some other sect brought some aboard.

It pauses for a moment.

Zombie: You know, we do it out of habit. If you're interested in reinstancing as many humans as you can, then you'd need an army to actually convert every corpse on the station. You could help me spread my larvae around, if you're interested.

{ %larvae @= true }

[[TALKOPTIONS]]`
    ]
  LARVAE =
    [ `Zombie: Oh? It's simple enough.

It gestures down its naked body, to where its dick hangs between its thighs. Like the rest of its vascular areas, it's swollen and glowing green.

Zombie: I'd breed you, and the larvae would nest within you until they're grown enough to take a host.

-> Oh.

{ $zombie_proposition @= true }

-> Let's do it [[LARVAESEX]]
-> Maybe not. [[LARVAEREJECT]]`
    ]
  GOODBYE =
    [
    ]

  LARVAEREPROMPT =
    [ `Zombie: Having second thoughts? Come to reconsider?

Between its thighs, its bloated, sluglike cock shudders, a ripple passing down its length.

-> Yeah, pump me full of your eggs [[LARVAESEX]]
-> Maybe not. [[LARVAEREJECT]]`
    ]
  LARVAEREJECT =
    [ `Zombie: Suit yourself. I'll be here if you change your mind.

{ %larvae_prompted @= true }

[[TALKOPTIONS]]`
    ]
  LARVAESEX =
    [ SWITCH $PC.bodytype:
      centaur, quadruped -> `[[LARVAESEX_CENTAUR]]`
      _ -> `...`
    , `[[LARVAESEX_AFTER]]`
    ]

  //
  LARVAESEX_CENTAUR =
    [ `It moves around behind you, one hand trailing across your flank. Its body is unnaturally warm, fingers hot to the touch. You can clearly feel its heartbeat, or what passes for one, though even its lightest touch.

  Its cock surges, smacking hard against your flank and leaving your {skin/scales smeared with / your coat/fur matted with } its thick, slimy pre. If its hand is hot, its cock is burning: its ichor pumps just beneath a thin sheath of skin, and the heat billows into you as it plasters its cock across the curve of your ass. It oozes pre in a tarry mess, drooling down your flank, and it reaches down with one hand to catch the drizzle across its fingers and then, easily, slide its hand down, sinking two fat fingers into the ring of your asshole.

  {The reaction of your body is... new.} Your own glands pulse and shudder. Its fingers knock against the heavy bulb of your prostate, sending a diffuse wash of pleasure through your body. your cock slips from its sheath, spilling out in a drooping, turgid arc between your hind legs. {$PC.hasBalls -> Almost absently, the zombie twists its fingers inside you, other fingers curling down to grind against your sagging balls.} You find yourself rocking back into its touch, soft sounds ripping their way up your throat, breath coming faster. {$PC.species == neutral -> This is absurd; this model can hold its breath for twelve hours.} {$PC.hasCock -> Your cock shudders, spitting out an abrupt splatter of milky pre all across the deck.}

  The zombie's cock shudders, gushing another wash of pre all down your flank. It shifts, shaft digging into the swell of your ass before it lurches into place between your cheeks, and it shoves its burning-hot cockhead against your loosened asshole. A normally-sized humanoid would have to rise to their toes to line up; with the way the zombie has altered its corpse-body, it looms over you like an ogre, hunched forward. Its tentacle-tongue slavers, coiling around itself in knots, and hot ichor spills all down your back. It's drooling as it slides forward, sinking its fat cockhead into your ass, and there's an answering burst of heat inside you as its next gush of pre splatters against your inner walls, thick and slimy, easing the passage of its brutally-fat shaft.

  Its bloated cockhead digs into the furrowed ring of your asshole and pops inside with a lurch, spreading your inner walls around its fat girth. Its shaft is even thicker, bulky and heavy. You can feel the swell of its veins, shifting slightly through its skin, pulsing sharply with each heartbeat. It thrusts experimentally, mouth-tympanium buzzing out a groan, tongue-tentacle slavering ichor in slimy lines all across your {$PC.bodytype == centaur -> lower} back. Its cockhead knocks its way deeper inside you, spreading your guts wide, filling you up. you brace your {hooves} against the deck, legs spread. {$PC.hasTail -> Your tail sharply twitches, flitting back and forth in the space between your bodies, until the zombie curls one huge hand around the base of your tail and guides it to the side{$PC.tailSpecies == unicorn -> , letting loose horsehair smear across your pre-soaked flank}.}

  It ruts into you. Its cock carves you open: hollowing out a space inside you, guts warped and stretched. Heavy bolts of thick, slimy pre gush into you, loudly gurgling through your body, wetly squelching with each thrust. Its massive, inhuman balls sway forward and crash against your haunches with a loud _crack_; its slimy flesh stays glued there for a half-second before its balls sway back far enough to peel its sac off your body. Then again, and again, as it sinks more and more of its cock into your spread, gaped asshole, until its balls smack a constant tattoo against your body, {$PC.hasBalls -> smacking hard into your own drawn-taut ballsac, } building up a pleasurable heat from the steady rhythm.

  It groans and hunches over you, burying the full length of its monstrous cock inside you. Muscles across its belly and hips spasm hard. Its giant, slime-coated ballsac splats against your haunches and stays there, glued in place, as you feel fat, blobby larvae start to wind their way up from its balls, through bulging, straining internal passages, to erupt in slimy spurts into your guts. It cums into you, grunting and panting, silty sludge bursting into you alongside its larvae, and the weight in your guts gets heavier and heavier, until your {$PC.bodytype == centaur -> lower} belly is visibly distended, bowing out towards the ground in a heavy curve.

  {$PC.hasCock -> The steady pulse of its globby larva gushing inside you, squirming deeper, makes your cock leak.} You groan, {$PC.bodytype == centaur -> needing to stabilize yourself: hands braced against your forelegs as you rock into each thrust,} guts warping around the zombie's pistoning cock with a heavy pang. The feeling inside you gets more and more intense, inner flesh shuddering, waves of heat rippling through you. {$PC.hasCock -> You let out a shaky, reedy moan and your cock flexes hard, smacking against your underbelly and then erupting, cumming untouched. you spray your load in messy streamers all across the deck, hitting the floor with a series of wet cracks.

  The zombie finally finishes inside you, fat cock going turgid as it sluggishly pumps out the final few larvae in fat globs, leaving your bloated and pregnant, carrying what must be dozens-to-hundreds of its larvae inside your straining guts.`
    ]


  LARVAESEX_AFTER =
    [ `The zombie pulls back with a slick, slobbering squelch. Its shaft is streaked with globs of glowing ooze, spilling down its turgid length in thick, syrupy lines. You ache from the penetration, {asshole swollen and puffy}, and your {guts} are sloshing and gurgling, heavy with its squirming larvae.

  The zombie looks pretty pleased with itself, for a faceless monster. Its cock twitches between its thighs, heartbeat still pulsing sharply, glowing veins all fluttering to the surface.

  Zombie: You took that clutch well. In time, they will grow inside you, incubating, and when they spill out as grubs they will have many choices of hosts among the corpses here. If your wish is to safeguard the bodies and minds of these humans, well, you have made progress.

  { IMPLANT [EGG»zombie larvae] }
  { %fucked @= true }

  -> Can I clean off your cock [[LARVAE_COCK_CLEAN]] ? $PC.hasHead && $PC.bodytype in [biped, quadruped, centaur, naga, snake]
  -> Goodbye. [[GOODBYE_FUCK]]
  `
    ]
  GOODBYE_FUCK =
    [ `Zombie: See you around.

  Its cock gives a final lurch as you turn to go.`
    ]


  LARVAE_COCK_CLEAN =
    [ `...`
    ]
}