Kaya hissed and cursed as she scuffed her knuckles – not for the first time – across a sharp edge of the terminal’s innards. She was sick of sitting in the satellite, watching things below transpire without any ability to help or even communicate. She’d been sick of it for a while, but judging by the monitors, things in the Necropolis were building to a pretty climactic end. The survivors needed all the help they could get and a well-positioned eye in the sky would be some very valuable help. The problem was, the tech stuffed into the satellite wasn’t like anything she’d worked on before, leaving her to blindly poke around and hope that she could somehow get the radio working again.

“Fuck!” Kaya yelled as a spark erupted from the open terminal, giving her a painful jolt and throwing her back onto her ass. Her fear spiked as the screens and lights in the cramped observation room all cut out, leaving her in thick black silence. Her mind raced with possibilities, none of them good. Either she’d broken the satellite severely enough to earn herself a fiery demise upon re-entry or she’d just killed her only window into the terrible world down below. Somehow, that seemed worse, having to sit alone in the darkness, gradually losing her mind from the isolation and sensory deprivation.

Before either possibility could thrust Kaya into a full-blown panic attack, the power flickered back on. She let out a startled yell as the speakers blasted a blended symphony of harsh sounds, eyes shifting from one monitor to the next. The feeds had shifted, every single one of them showing some form of terrible action or another. She climbed to her feet and dropped into her seat, trying to comprehend how things could have gone so badly so quickly before she realized many of the women she saw on the screens were unfamiliar to her. A closer examination of the monitors revealed time codes sprinting along. Except none of the codes matched up. “Oh god,” she gasped, realizing that, whatever she’d done, she’d triggered the world’s most fucked up clip show. The Necropolis’s Greatest Unseen Hits.

Kaya desperately wanted to turn the monitors off, but she didn’t dare. The system wasn’t stable and she couldn’t risk the possibility of drifting in the dark all by herself. So she did the only thing she could do. She steadied her nerves as best she could, and she watched.

***

“Get out of here, Liara,” Ashley Williams yelled, shifting the aim of her rifle and firing off another burst at the gelatinous creature that had been hunting them for the last hour. The rounds that hit the thing didn’t seem to do any damage, a persistent issue they were running into, on top of the fact that the thing seemed capable of squeezing its way through any boundary they managed to put between them. The only potential solution Ashley could see for their shared survival was if one of them ran while the other bought time. Of the two, it was an easy choice for her. She was the better shot and with her training, the prospect of a potential suicide mission didn’t bother her so much, as long as it meant Liara got a chance to find a way out of the fucked up place they’d been brought to. Liara didn’t seem to agree, hesitating in the hall of the slummy apartment complex. “I’m serious, dammit! I’ve got this little fucker! Get the hell out of here and I’ll catch up!”

Liara didn’t like it, and she didn’t believe Ashley, but she did obey, offering her companion a sad smile that was unable to hide the flicker of relief that washed over her before racing for the stairs.

With one problem sorted, Ashley focused on the more immediate concern of at least finding a means of slowing down the blob thing long enough for Liara to get out of whatever range it had. The hall wasn’t particularly well lit, but she spotted the glistening of the goo-puddle as it slid up the righthand wall. She fired off another burst, tearing apart drywall and wood. Backpedaling to maintain some distance, she reached down to pull a frag grenade from her belt. Judging by the architecture of the structure she was in, she figured it was more likely to bring the whole building down than it was to kill the blob, but that would at least slow the thing down to some extent. Just because she was okay with the idea of sacrificing herself didn’t mean she wanted to die. Priming the grenade, Ashley kept a firm grip on it as she found what looked to be a reinforced doorway. Not much in the way of potential protection from a falling building, but it was the best she had.

“Eat this, you fuck,” she growled as she spotted the goo oozing and slithering its way across the floor, heading in her direction. She knelt and rolled the grenade towards the blob, ducking into the room to shield herself from the explosion. Even covering her ears, her head was left ringing as the grenade blew. A cloud of dust and debris consumed Ashley, leaving her coughing but amazed that the place hadn’t come down around her. Waiting for the smoke to clear, she stepped out into the ruined hall. Scorched holes had been ripped through the walls on either side, a chunk of floor missing, and – most amazing of all – she could see no sign of the persistent goo puddle.

Stepping carefully down the hall, Ashley kept her rifle at the ready, shifting the aim back and forth, looking for any sign of the thing. She didn’t notice the stretched length of pinkish snot drooping from the ceiling as she stepped beneath it. She did feel the briefest of tickles running along her scalp when it made contact. Ashley’s face constricted into a look of disgust as she reached up to brush away the substance, but before her hand could reach the top of her head, the blob had already digested a neat hole through the top of her skull, oozing its way inside. Ashley’s body snapped tense, one eye squinting while the other bulged. Her teeth ground together, emitting a choked gag. Her eyes drifted in separate directions as her brain was dissolved within her head, spastic convulsions working their way through her muscles. Her finger tightened on her rifle’s trigger, spraying the remainder of its magazine into the partially destroyed floor.

The soldier’s jaw slackened, allowing the blob to gush from her mouth, half of Ashley’s dissolving tongue trapped within its mass, and splash onto her chest. Her stiff-limbed corpse toppled backwards, landing in a heavy heap as the gelatinous creature sizzled its way through her chest armor and went to work breaking down her sweet tit-meat, growing ever-larger in size as it enjoyed its meal.

***

Hot Hell Hound jizz bubbled from Rem’s stretched lips as the creature fucking her face with rapid strokes came yet again. Her upraised ass throbbed from the violations of the second hound, cunt draining a healthy supply of cum while even more of it was pumped through her broken asshole. Her maid outfit was in tatters, bare breasts – welted from rough pawing – swayed beneath her. By the look of it, she’d been getting double-teamed by the hounds for quite a while. Finally sated, the beast pounding her face finally slid his sticky shaft free of her gasping lips and trotted away, dropping into a tired heap. The ass-fucker continued his brutal assault, mashing his front paws into Rem’s shoulder blades and forcing her upper half against the ground. He lapped across the leaking gash in the back of her skull, matting her light blue hair with his saliva along with her hot blood.

The taste of her stirred the hound’s ravenous hunger. Prying his swollen prick free from the young woman’s gaping asshole, the beast used his snout to roll Rem onto her back. She lay there, helpless, exhausted, panting heavily as she looked up at the hideous monstrosity looming over her. She managed a weak scream when the Hell Hound closed his vicious fangs over her right breast, ripping the mound of meat and fat away with a hard twist of his huge head. The shift from fucking to feeding stirred the attention of the second Hell Hound. Rising to his tired legs, he trotted back over to Rem’s squirming, screaming form, promptly biting through three fingers of her extended hand. With both of the hounds primed with the sweet taste of Rem’s flesh, they descended upon the doomed woman with unquenchable hunger, tearing into her flailing body without mercy.

***

Edelgard von Hresvelg let out an irritated yell as her axe was yanked from her hands. The reanimated mummies infesting the museum were stronger than their withered forms appeared. Edelgard made an attempt to get her weapon back, blinding herself to the danger her reckless attempt placed her in. The risen Pharaoh lunged for her, grappling the woman from behind. His bandaged hands closed around her perky breasts, squeezing roughly as he pulled Edelgard backwards. The white-haired heiress twisted from side to side, trying to break free from the firm hold, slamming her elbows into the Pharaoh’s sides. She shuddered with revulsion at the sensation of the mummy’s shriveled yet still throbbing manhood dragging against her leggings. Keeping her held tight, the Pharaoh dragged Edelgard back into the familiar confines of his sarcophagus, currently propped up to better display the intricate interior.

Screaming as her clothing was torn through, Edelgard didn’t stop fighting. She could see her axe lying on the floor only a few feet away. The rest of the mummies were watching her molestation with clear interest, but even in their corrupted states, none dared to take the Pharaoh’s prize. In her efforts to get free, the heiress only succeeded into knocking the sarcophagus off balance. She let out a startled yell as gravity pulled her and her unwanted admirer backwards. The sarcophagus hit the floor with a bang. The lid swung closed, covering Edelgard’s shocked face in darkness as it thudded shut. Trapped in the tight confines of the ornate coffin with the Pharaoh’s eager hands tearing at her clothing and grasping at her warm flesh, she could only squirm and scream. Her sounds of protest were reduced to muffled, barely audible cries outside of the sarcophagus.

The Pharaoh growled with satisfaction when he finally managed to sheath his dried-out prick into Edelgard’s warm snatch. He ground into her, accepting the wild bucking her ass against him. Pushing her long white hair aside, he sucked at her neck, tasting the sweat and the pulsing life within her. The thrill of it made him fuck her harder. Baring his yellowed teeth, he sank them deeply into Edelgard’s neck, chewing away a morsel of meat far more exquisite than any he’d sampled during his reign as Pharaoh. He swallowed down the chunk and lapped at the bleeding wound, digging his fingers into Edelgard’s soft tits and humping into her dampening cunt. Over time, the sounds of distress filling the cramped sarcophagus shifted as the infection in the heiress’s body took hold of her. Soon enough, she found herself quite enjoying the cozy fuck-pocket she was trapped in with her ever-erect lover.

***

Hinata Hyuuga clenched her teeth as she strained to pull herself away from the trunk of the bizarre tree she’d been knocked into. The sap layering the bark was a powerful adhesive. She doubted she’d get away with her clothing intact, but modesty kept her from ripping through the fabric too quickly. As she wiggled and squirmed, doing her best to loosen the sap’s hold on her, she let out a gasp as a warm droplet struck her forehead. Tilting her face upwards, she let out a groan of dismay. The branches extending from the tree were just as layered with the sap. She watched as drops of the stuff stretched towards her before gravity finally tore them loose and allowed them to splatter onto her stuck form. Her efforts to get free intensified, no longer caring about exposing herself.

Hinata panted heavily, panic rising within her. The sap had soaked its way through her clothing and reached her skin, creating just as solid a hold on her. Getting free would no longer cost her her modesty, it would cost her a good portion of her skin. She could feel more drips spattering across her frontside, but even worse was the slowly encroaching tide of sap oozing its way through her hair. “No, no, no, no…” she whimpered, blinking tears from her eyes as the realization that she had no way to escape pressed down on her. It didn’t stop her from continuing to squirm as the sap gradually flowed over her, hardening in minutes and reducing her range of movement more and more. When the tide of sap finally passed her lips and set, Hinata’s terrified suffering worsened. Her body jerked and twisted with the most minimal of ranges as she suffocated within the coating of sap. She became a corpse long before the Flowstone Tree finished covering her in its sap, but it wasn’t until the process had finished that Hinata’s ultimate fate was achieved, becoming a hardened lump of amber-bark to defend the unnatural tree from potential dangers.

***

Makoto Niijima gunned Johanna’s throttle, boosting the motorcycle’s speed at the risk of not being able to react to any obstructions on the road in time. It was a worthwhile risk in her opinion, given the abomination chasing her. Despite only having the obvious power of a single horse, the Man-Horse galloped along after Makoto, managing to keep up with her even at her advanced speed. Makoto’s short brown hair whipped against her head as she rode her Persona with everything she had, doing her best to come up with some kind of plan that would allow her to escape the monster that had taken such a keen interest in her. Her focus was shattered as she caught movement on her left side. She glanced towards it and her crimson eyes widened as she realized the Man-Horse wasn’t just keeping up with her, he was overtaking her.

With a cruel, chittering laugh, the Man-Horse bucked to the side, knocking into Makoto and leaving Johanna wobbling. The young woman struggled to regain control of her motorcycle, but the street hadn’t exactly been the smoothest ride to begin with. Makoto cried out as the handlebars twisted, left one coming back into her and hitting her ribs hard enough to crack one of them. The motorcycle spun out beneath her, flinging her free from the seat and hitting the asphalt hard. She rolled end over and several times, earning herself a multitude of scrapes and bruises along the way. She heard the crunch of metal as Johanna finished crashing. Lifting her head and blinking away the blood leaking down the side of her face, she watched the ruined form of her Persona vanish, leaving her alone and helpless.

Makoto ignored the throbbing pain radiating through her body and managed to get to her feet, turning away from the Man-Horse and limping away with as much speed as her wobbly legs could muster. Her hands fumbled to draw her revolver as the thudding of the Man-Horse’s gallop filled her ears. She managed to get the weapon free, half-turned in a futile attempt to fire off a shot. Makoto screamed as the Man-Horse towered over her, legs tangling beneath her and forcing her to fall as the terrible monster reached her. Her finger reflexively squeezed around the trigger, firing off a pathetic shot into the air as heavy hooves punched into her body. Her knee was obliterated, guts crushed within her as another connected with her slim belly. The upper hooves came down on far more vital parts of her body. One crushed her right breast, skin rupturing to squirt hot yellow fat over her partially crushed chest. The other came down on her cheek, forcing the majority of her teeth through the opposite side of her face and into the asphalt.

Slowing to a trot, the Man-Horse turned and came back to Makoto’s twitching corpse. With another chittering chuckle, he speared his lance-arm through her chest and hefted the dead meat upwards. Tearing aside her plaid skirt and the panties hidden underneath, he twisted her mangled form around and mounted his latest kill onto the throbbing shaft sprouting from in front of the man-portion of the Man-Horse. The horse portion let out an annoyed whiney, its own huge prick twitching beneath it as the fused rider and beast settled into a leisurely pace, Makoto’s limp form bouncing and rolling awkwardly from her ass-stuffed perch.

***

The Face Sucker had been a strikingly beautiful attorney once upon a time. Now she was a hideous mutant zombie freak. Her optical nerves had grown into eye-stalks, mouth nothing more than a set of loose lips while her lower jaw and tongue and become coated in a layer of tiny sharp teeth. Her clitoris had swelled, in girth but mostly in length, becoming a sensitive probing tool that the Sucker very much enjoyed shoving into orifices. Currently, she was having a splendid time grinding her mutated clit into Madelyn’s clenching pussy. Pinning the young woman to the ground, the Sucker pressed her transformed mouth over Madelyn’s stunned face, loose lips stretching over her cheeks and chin to create a solid hold.

Madelyn had no clue where she was, how she’d gotten there, and – most importantly – that her powers of reviving would not save her from her terrible fate. With the monster on top of her ramming her fleshy clit-stalk into her slippery snatch, prodding urgently at her g-spot, she couldn’t care less about the lips slurping at her face. On the contrary, she did her best to kiss the bizarre mouth, shoving her tongue against the rough radula layering the Sucker’s mutated tongue. Her eyes rolled back, cunt honey gushing out of her as the Sucker ground away at her tongue, shredding the length of muscle and slurping it down her gullet. Madelyn gladly drank down the blood that the Sucker could not, pressing her head forward to experience more of the uniquely exquisite agony the creature’s deformed mouth gave her.

With Madelyn’s tongue reduced to a bloody stump, the Sucker continued to grind away at the young woman’s face, ripping apart her cheeks and shredding her lips. The small teeth dug into Madelyn’s nose, whittling it down little by little. As wave after wave of blissful agony washed through her, Madelyn’s legs kicked about wildly before extending and curling around the backs of the Sucker’s thighs. She thrust her crotch up to meet the thrusts of the swollen clit-cock. Her only regret as the bulk of her face was ripped away and pulled down the Sucker’s gullet was that she’d not had the chance to wrap her own lips around that glorious mutation of female sex. Among the flashes of pain and the encroaching darkness swirling into her wide eyes, she wondered if the thing had a cunt hiding beneath her oversized clit and what such a creature’s juices tasted like.

The Sucker did not concern herself with any such complex thoughts. She simply continued to grind her hips into Madelyn’s urgently humping crotch and grind her radula against her ever diminishing face. Madelyn’s spirited gyrations devolved into spastic flailing as the Sucker cracked her way further into her face, lips stretching to envelop her head completely. The young woman road a powerful orgasm into death, unaware that this time, she would not be coming back.

***

Filia’s transition into the Necropolis went about as smoothly as any of the unfortunates pulled into the dimension. The same could not be said for Samson, the parasite that possessed and controlled her hair. The necrotic energy permeating the area had an immediate and violent effect on the parasite. Filia let out a startled yell as her animated black hair shifted atop her head, growing into a multitude of thick tendrils. Two of the tentacles curled inwards, latching onto the collar of her white button-up top and ripping outwards. Buttons ripped free and flew through the air, her short black tie torn asunder and fluttering aside as her top split open, exposing her pale, plump tits and deep cleavage, clad only in her bra. Filia crossed her arms, attempting to conceal her sudden exposure as she screamed for Samson to get control of himself.

Samson did just the opposite, already shooting another thick tentacle down Filia’s backside and looping up under her short black skirt. She felt the condensed hair follicles rubbing between her meaty thighs before jamming up against her crotch. Her hands shot down, curling under her skirt to try to tug the tendril away. The tentacles at her chest took advantage of her distraction and forced themselves into the cups of her bra, dragging roughly across her nipples before squeezing through the bottom of the undergarment and ripping it away completely. Filia screamed and stumbled about, hands moving from one hair-tentacle to the next, desperately trying to keep any of them from abusing her. The efforts were pointless. Samson had as many limbs as he wanted, more than enough to contend with Filia’s resistance. Finally snagging her by the wrists, he stretched her arms out to her sides, working three more tendrils under her panties to really get a feel for his host.

Filia shrieked as Samson rammed the first hair-tentacle into her pussy. She stared down at her naked, heaving tits, watching in horror as another writhed eagerly within her cleavage before shooting upwards to plug her mouth. The second and third hair-tendrils crowding her panties shredded through the underwear. Filia’s snared arms were tugged forward, forcing her to bend forward as her skirt was flipped up to reveal the girl’s fleshy buttocks. The tentacles smacked against her plump cheeks before slithering into her crack, straining as one to gain entrance to her virgin asshole. Filia gagged around the tendril plugging her throat as her sphincter tore, allowing the trio of hair-tentacles to pound her lower holes in unison. Her belly bulged awkwardly as the tendrils violating her various orifices fucked their way deeply through her body, entangling with one another before driving deeper to exit her already stuffed holes. The corrupted lust consuming Samson drove him to go on raping his host with the utmost of efficiency and ruthlessness. Filia’s eyes rolled back, blood bubbling from her stretched lips as more of it drained from her overly stretched pussy and torn asshole. The tension in her muscles faded away as the internal damage mounted. Soon enough, she was a limp corpse, held aloft by her own possessed hair, a roughly swaying display of sexy, jiggling flesh.

***

The hideous behemoth that was the Doomgape was an intimidating foe, made all the more unnerving due to Byleth having no idea where she was or how she’d gotten there, but she was determined to vanquish the giant mouth-thing. Her lithe physique allowed her to dance ahead of the Doomgape, keeping a good distance from the thing as it lashed its long tongue about and dragged itself along with its many arms. The massive maw stretched open, gnashing its curved fangs in her direction as it grew increasingly annoyed by her persistent strikes. Her chain-sword afforded her the benefit of maintaining space between herself and the creature while still opening up deep gouges in its thick hide. The problem was, she couldn’t find a particularly sensitive or vital part of the thing to cut into. Byleth’s jaw tensed, eyes filled with determination, as she continued to lash away at the Doomgape.

Her efforts came to a terrible end as she whipped her chain-sword towards the Doomgape, only to have the first several links of the extended blade snag between the monstrosity’s teeth. Byleth gave the hilt of her sword a hard jerk, trying to shake it free of the snare. Instead, the blade links only dug deeper into the Doomgape’s bleeding gumline. Before she could entertain the foolish notion of abandoning her weapon, the creature’s tongue did some lashing of its own, following along the trajectory of her snared weapon to find the woman. Byleth let out a yell as the powerful tongue looped around her midsection and retracted, plucking her off her feet and yanking her into the waiting maw. The teeth snapped closed like a fleshy beartrap, tearing into Byleth’s belly and lower back, hard enough to snap her spine.

Byleth stared into the glistening pit of the Doomgape’s mouth, screaming out as the sharp teeth continued to snap against her. Her hands pressed against the interior of the mouth, sinking into the collected pool of saliva and her own blood. Her legs hung limply outside the creature, paralyzed from her broken back. As the Doomgape chewed its way through the woman, her lower half pulled away, knees buckling and dropping into a crouch as a few tatters of shredded innards spilled from the pit of her waist. Her upper half, still very much alive, continued to scream and claw as she was flipped over and pushed to the back of the Doomgape’s shallow throat. The thing’s slimy esophagus stretched open for her, squeezing her down into the cramped confines of the Doomgape’s small stomach. Byleth’s eyes lost focus, the life fading from them as her face sunk through the clenching oral sphincter. Her right arm, stretched outwards towards the teeth that had so efficiently bisected her, was slowly dragged long, limp fingers finally disappearing as the Doomgape finished swallowing its tasty meal.

***

Megumin rolled her eyes at the pack of clearly aroused zombies moaning and shuffling their way towards her. Focusing her energy, she cast her explosion spell into the midst of the pack and was rewarded with a very entertaining show of dismembered zombie bits flung in all directions. Letting out a breath, Megumin felt the innate fatigue that came with casting the powerful spell, knowing that she would be unable to move very far or very fast for some time while she recovered. Not that she had any need to move, as far as she could tell. There wasn’t enough left of the zombies to be any threat to her. Not that they’d ever really been a threat to begin with, she assured herself, taking her period of immobilization to stroke her ego.

Megumin’s period of self-aggrandization was rudely interrupted by a yearning moan. Her face constricted with concern, managing to turn her head and see the zombie shuffling his way toward her from behind. “No, wait,” she groaned as the undead man reached her. He may have been a slow-moving dullard, but he possessed far more energy in his reanimated muscles than she did in that moment, making her a very easy catch. Megumin squirmed with disgust as his hands roamed over her body, screaming as he buried his teeth into her shoulder, chewing away a sizable chunk of flesh. After such an impressive showing, Megumin was doomed to a humiliating fate, too weak to do anything but accept her vigorous molestation and slow transformation into a member of the undead.

***

Carol Danvers was no fan of the sewer. Specifically, she was no fan of the giant mutant cockroaches attempting to swarm her. The insects were no threat to her, but they made her skin crawl and there seemed to be no shortage of the things. For every one she blasted away, three more swooped in to attack her, breaking their mandibles against her tough skin. Her suit wasn’t as durable as she was, though, and the roaches didn’t much care what they ate as long as they could swallow it. Carol’s rage swelled as she yanked one of the insects free from her chest and crushed it in her fist, only to realize that it had torn away a crucial piece of her suit, leaving one pink nipple exposed. Face scrunching up with frustrated fury, she fired off several more shots at the cloud of roaches buzzing around her, feeling only minimal satisfaction as she watched them explode into chunks of charred exoskeleton and tattered wings.

The idea of simply ignoring the roaches and moving on occurred to her. It would not be difficult. But it wasn’t about protecting herself. Despite the alien city she’d been unexpectedly teleported to, she had no fear for her well-being. And with no clear destination or purpose to strive for, she was more than happy to play the role of exterminator for a little while longer. She stomped her boot across the back of a half-dead roach at her feet, squirting its pale guts out across the sewer floor. A particularly irate and thick cloud of the roaches swarmed her a moment later, obscuring her vision and beating away at her, nibbling further pieces of her suit away. Swinging her arms and firing off the occasional blast seemed to do little to dissuade the irritating creatures. Her skin began to glow with rising energy levels as her anger swelled within her. Finally emitting a bellow of rage, Carol unleashed the force within her, creating a massive energy pulse that fried the cloud of roaches fluttering about her.

With a thunderous crack, a fatal fissure split across the ceiling of the sewer. Carol’s vision cleared just in time to watch as thousands of pounds of fractured chunks of cement, asphalt, and twisted rebar caved in on her. In the wake of her powerful expulsion of energy, her body was weakened enough that she found herself trapped within a claustrophobic pocket of rubble amidst the many corpses of the roaches she’d killed. She groaned, blinking dust from her eyes, flexing her powerful muscles in an attempt to pull her pinned legs free. She grunted and pushed up on the huge chunk of cement above her, straining to gain enough room to get some proper leverage, urging her fatigued body to regain the energy she’d spent. Carol managed a startled yelp as something crunched above her, eyes widening as her struggles caused a secondary cave in within her cramped pocket. Captain Marvel’s head popped under the pressure of more than a thousand pounds of broken cement, her body left unceremoniously buried amongst the rubble and the length of sewer tunnel above her left open to the elements. Once everything settled, the roaches squirmed their way into the rubble pile to feast upon the far more agreeable body pulverized within it.

***

Morrigan Aensland groaned as she finished hacking her way through the group of zombies. All things considered, she was enjoying her strange new environment. There seemed to be no shortage of squishy things to murder. Or re-murder, as it were. The bloodlust simmering within her had grown into a steady boil by the time she finished her grisly work. Loins burning and mind filled with a maelstrom of carnal urges, she scanned the remains of the undead flesh littered about her. A grin spread across her face as she spotted one zombie still alive, his limbs sheared away, but his cock still quite stiff. She dragged her tongue across her lips as she admired the member. Discolored and a little putrid, but quite a nice size. Morrigan strutted over to the dismembered zombie, rubbing at her breasts. “Let’s have some fun, lover,” she purred as she straddled his waist, tugging aside the crotch of her leotard. She moaned deeply as she lowered herself onto his erection, quickly working herself into a spirited bouncing atop him.

Cunt honey drained from Morrigan’s trembling cunt, leaking over the zombie’s crotch, coating his cock and balls. The slickness of her hole made it easy for her to speed her rhythm. The orgasm building within her was a big one and she worked diligently to reach it. She needed it more than anything. There was no way she’d be able to think clearly until the ecstasy had risen through her. Sultry moans and passionate screams poured from her lips, hands clutching at her tits as she rocked her hips forward and back. Catching movement from the corner of her eye, Morrigan turned her head towards it, spotting the Deathscythe’s approach. One glance was all she needed to know the thing was bad news, but her body refused to respond to the threat, too engrossed with the orgasm just a few strokes away. The succubus’s body snapped rigid as pure bliss ripped through her, head tilting back, emitting a powerful scream of horrified release as the Deathscythe’s bladed arm slashed out at her.

Morrigan’s head left her tense body, rocketing into the air on a geyser of blood. Shocked pleasure was locked into her wide eyes as her head spun, mouth gaping open as she strained to push one last moan past her lips. Her head hit the ground, rolling onto its side, left facing were headless body. Morrigan blinked slowly, death creeping into her, but not fast enough to avoid seeing her form continue its vigorous gyrations atop the limbless zombie. The hint of a smile filled the succubus’s face as she watched the Deathscythe grip her shoulders and bend her body back so he could force his own prick down her severed esophagus. Even at the expense of her own life, Morrigan couldn’t help getting turned on by the sight.

***

Albedo’s reaction to the Necropolis was drastically different from Morrigan’s. Her powers seemed to be negated by whatever strange energy had restored the dead to life. Instead of embracing the weakness of her succubus nature, she fought against it, far more concerned with keeping herself pure for Lord Ains. The pack of zombies surrounding her didn’t much care about her personal vows. They closed in around her, hands reaching for her loose-fitting clothing and cocks yearning for the holes hiding beneath. Albedo pulled away from one zombie, ducked low, and made a desperate attempt to charge through the crowd. Instead, she only found herself helplessly ensnared and dragged to the ground, clothing tearing away from her lithe figure. She cried out as she dropped onto her hands and knees, cringing as cold hands slid around to grab at her breasts, stiff shafts dragging across her bared skin.

As the first cock rammed its way into her cunt from behind, Albedo shrieked. Her head shot up, her face a blend of conflicted emotions. Horror was chief amongst them, but despite her efforts to subdue her own natural instincts, she could not deny the natural response she had to sex. Even rough, unwanted sex. She whimpered and whined, tears creeping down her cheeks as she struggled and failed to resist the urge to start grinding back against the zombie fucking her from behind. When the prick smacked across her cheek, she glared at it with pure hatred before parting her trembling lips to take it down her throat. Her body quivered through an orgasm, cunt honey spurting around the pumping member in her snatch. The taste of pre-cum on her tongue was foul, but she wanted more. She was simultaneously furious and thankful as the zombie in front of her took hold of her horns to fuck her face more vigorously. The pain of the zombie behind her leaning over her to chew a tasty piece of her neck away was enough to send her into another unwanted release.

The face fucker hammered his prick down Albedo’s gullet, yanking harder on her horns. The cunt pounder tore free another chunk of the succubus’s neck, compromising the integrity of her flesh. With a wet ripping, her head was ripped from her body, blood and jizz squirting from the stump of her neck. Prying Albedo’s lips away from his twitching prick, the zombie lifted her head and turned it back to face her flailing body. The succubus stared at what had become of her, a torture grimace creeping across her face. Her final, fading thoughts were of Lord Ains and the fact that she’d failed him so completely by succumbing to the slutty urges that had plagued her for so long.

***

The urgent moaning of the zombies chased after Serah Farron as she fled through the cemetery. A number of them were behind her, but she could see even more shambling amongst the tombstones ahead. With no weapons, she needed to find somewhere to hide and fast. She darted for a row of mausoleums, hoping for the best. Reaching them, she found the entrance of each one blocked by locked iron gates. Her breath quickened, panic threatening to overtake her as she darted along the row of buildings. Serah’s eyes lit up when she saw one of the gates was damaged at the bottom, creating a narrow gap that she was certain she could squeeze through. With the undead closing in on all sides, she didn’t hesitate to drop down and start crawling through the hole. It was a tight squeeze and, in her haste, she banged against the bottom of the gate just a little too hard, dislodging the heavy iron from its rusted hinges. Serah cried out as the jagged ends of the broken gate dropped onto the middle of her back, pinning her to the ground before becoming wedged into place. She clawed at the ground in front of her, kicked at the soil behind her, but could do nothing to free herself.

The zombies reached Serah, admiring her kicking legs and jiggling buttocks. The young woman screamed at them to stop as they tore away her clothing, exposing her soft flesh. Her screams intensified as the first undead cock forced its way into her ass. She kicked her legs uselessly, sobbing as she became an unwilling glory hole for the horde of zombies lurking within the cemetery. The living dead managed to settle into a surprisingly organized queue, moving in to take their turns with Serah, pounding into her cunt or ass until they blasted her innards with their sticky spunk and then sliding free to make room for the next eager abuser. As the gang-fucking dragged on, Serah could feel her sanity slipping away, screaming her throat raw. Her face constricted with confused disgust as she felt a face press between her buttocks, bloated tongue enthusiastically tongue-fucking her cum-packed asshole. Twisting her head around, she strained to look back. She regretted her curiosity as soon as the identity of her ass-eater came into focus. Serah retched as she watched the zombified visage of her sister, Lightning, dragging her tongue through the crack of her ass before extending a pair of fingers to jab into her swollen sex.

Lightning took the first bite of Serah, ripping away a ragged chunk from her right ass cheek. Spilling the woman’s blood caused a shift in desires amongst the zombie horde. The loose organization collapsed as the undead pushed in roughly, each them desperate to rip into the woman who’d provided them so much carnal pleasure over the last few hours. Serah finally managed to weakly pull herself free from the collapsed gate, dragging herself a foot or so into the mausoleum, tangles of guts spilling out from her torn midsection, before she finally slumped dead, leaving behind the lower half of her body as it was reduced to a pile of bloody bones.

***

An-Yi ‘Lily’ Shen crouched in front of the elevator’s control panel. She had no idea what the hell was going on, but she knew it had something to do with the nefarious alien presence that had taken control of her world. So the bastards figured out how to teleport an unsuspecting victim out of a secure and secret base, she thought as she fiddled with the wires. Two points. But I’d have figured they’d have taken me to a lab or something. Not to the top of some busted ass skyscraper. What’s their plan? Annoy me to death? From what she could tell, there was no alien presence on the floor she’d been ported into. The stairwell was blocked off with rubble, making it impossible to take the long way down. Her only possible escape route was the elevator. She just needed to find a way to reroute power to it.

Lily frowned as she tugged the bundle of wires further from the open control panel, looking them over. Without any tools or even a basic schematic for the electrical system, she was largely flying blind, but she was confident that her knowledge and some trial and error would get her where she needed to go. When none of the wires she had easy access to gave her what she wanted, she pushed her hand through them and reached deeper into the control panel. When her knuckles brushed against the frayed wire, Lily found all the power she’d been searching for. Unfortunately, instead of directing it into the elevator’s control panel, it went straight into her body. She grunted through clenched teeth, eyes bulging as her body went rigid, shuddering as devastating jolts ripping up her arm and through her body. Saliva sprayed through her teeth, nostrils flaring as she messily voided her bladder and bowels into her pants. Her breasts jumped wildly within her shirt, spine arching back to mash her chest against the wall. Smoke poured from the open control panel wafting over her spasming face. With a final pop, Lily’s twitching husk was thrown clear of the wall, collapsing to the floor. As her corpse jerked from the residual electricity running across her dead muscles, the elevator let out a happy ding before the doors swung open.

***

Kitana arrived in the Necropolis mere hours after the city’s population had been killed and reborn. By pure chance, she found herself standing on the tarmac of one of the airport’s runways, utterly oblivious to how difficult the location would be to reach for future survivors. Her attention was immediately drawn to a jet left idling nearby. She could see people through the windows, not clearly enough to see what had become of them, but judging by their awkward movements, they appeared to be in some form of distress. Thudding steps drew her attention in the other direction and Kitana assumed she saw the source of the distress. The hulking behemoth layered in muscles so massive they tore the thing’s skin open certainly looked like an excellent reason to panic. She had no idea where she was, how she’d gotten there, or what the stakes were, but she recognized the necessity of a fight when she saw one. Setting herself, she whipped out her bladed fans and prepared to face the Muscle Man. I’ve taken on Goro, she thought. How hard could it be?

Kitana soon found out. The giant was faster than he looked, closing the distance to her before she could adjust to his speed. “Wait, no!” she yelled as the thing scooped her up into one massive hand. She slashed down across his wrist with her fans, desperately trying to carve herself free from his crushing grip. The Muscle Man offered her a growling sneer before cocking his arm back and flinging Kitana at the jet. She let loose with an intense scream as she was sucked into the idling engine. Wet shredding echoed across the runway as a mist of blood shot from the back of the engine, diced up chunks of the woman’s body flung out across the tarmac. One long leg arched high, an arm flung low and splatting right into the ground, the mangled lump of her torso – one bare breast still miraculously intact – spun wildly before skidding to a stop, numerous lumps of diced up organ matter, and finally, Kitana’s head emerged. With her mask torn away, her slack face and half-lidded eyes could clearly be seen as her head tumbled end over end before finally hitting the runway, exploding on impact.

***

After witnessing her father do battle against the hideous Garthok, Connie Conehead had believed she’d never see anything capable of terrifying her to such an extent. All it took was an inter-dimensional kidnapping and prompt arrival in a city filled with the living dead and mutated abominations to prove her wrong. Pale green tears leaked down the young alien’s face as she wiggled helplessly within the female Zombie Factory’s powerful grip. She gagged and retched as her uniquely shaped head was shoved once more into the clammy embrace of the giant zombie’s putrid snatch. She could only kick her legs about as she held her breath and silently begged her father to save her. The muscular contractions of the Zombie Factory’s vaginal walls around her only further hammered home the disgusting situation she found herself in. As she was yanked back out, Connie gasped in fresh air and wailed.

“No, please,” she whined as she looked up into the glistening pussy above her. The Zombie Factory ignored the protests of her toy. The firm conical shape of Connie’s head made for an effectively delightful dildo and she eagerly stuffed the girl back into her sex. Her hand clenched tighter around the young woman, mashing her breasts flat against her chest and forcing the air from her lungs. As Connie’s lips parted, she was gifted with a heavy gush of undead orgasmic fluids. Even her powerful alien palate could not handle the foul taste. She puked into the Zombie Factory’s cunt as the hulking zombie shifted the angle of her body and rammed her deeper, forcing the high tip of her coned head to jab into her g-spot. Connie grew dizzy as she was pulled and pushed back and forth rapidly. The Zombie Factory used her free hand to massage one of her milk-heavy tits, squeezing the corrupted fluid out over her obese belly as a satisfying climax crested within her. A veritable geyser of cunt juice shot from between her thick, quivering thighs, drenching Connie’s struggling body after pouring over her face. The alien girl drank down as much of the rancid fluid as she could out of desperation, but the effort was fruitless. Her spirited flailing faded away as she drowned in the Zombie Factory’s girl-spunk.

***

Orihime Inoue screamed, hands clinging to the light pole as tightly as she could as the Hell Fliers pulled at her legs. She did her best to kick them away, desperate to regain her freedom. Her head shifted from side to side, searching for somewhere to flee to if she managed to get out of their grip. She howled out as their sharp claws pressed into her calves, slicing through her skin and sinking deeply into muscle. Her shoulders throbbed, on the verge of dislocation as the Fliers pulled harder. She cried out as one of her hands fell away from the pole, flexed her fingers to maintain her grip with her remaining hand, but she knew already that it was a battle she would not win. “No!” she screamed as her fingers slipped free from the pole. The Fliers pulled her up and into the air, dangling upside down.

Dizziness rushed through Orihime as she watched the distance between herself and the street widen. She couldn’t stop herself from flailing, even as her mind screamed at her to not shake herself loose from the monsters. Even if she could right herself during the fall, the likelihood that she’d hit the ground without more than a few broken bones was high. Her best bet was to let the things carry her until she was over something close enough to drop to without killing herself. Doing her best to keep her breathing under control and her panic at bay, Orihime listened to the cruel laughter of the monsters as they beat their wings and dragged her through the air.

It didn’t take long for the satisfaction of scooping up their latest victim turned to jealousy. The two Hell Fliers took vicious swipes at one another in an attempt to claim Orihime for themselves. When that didn’t work, the pair tightened their grips on her legs and flew in opposite directions. The woman shrieked as her legs were pulled into an extreme split. Tilting her head up, she watched through wide eyes as her body became the rope in an aerial tug of war. She could only scream as the pressure between her legs built as the Hell Fliers pulled more roughly. Her eyes bulged and crossed as the sharp snap of her pelvic bone breaking filled her ears. Her crotch exploded in a gush of blood as her skin tore. She choked on her own scream as the agony ripping through her intensified. As the gory seam split further down her body, Orihime was slapped in the face by a wad of her own tangled intestines. The pain faded along with her life as the Hell Fliers finally managed to rip her body in half, with one coming away with little more than a leg and portion of her waist. The Hell Flier with the bigger prize let out a cheer of victory before the he realized he could not carry the full weight of Orihime’s corpse on his own. His claws slipped free from her tattered calf, dropping her corpse back to the street.

As the Hell Flyer swooped down to reclaim his prize, a Hell Hound rushed forward and pounced on top of Orihime’s gory remains, snapping his jaws at the aerial monster before lowering his snout to chew at the dead woman’s guts.

***

Standing knee deep in sewage was not Pyra’s idea of a good time. Even worse was the deep basin she was on the precipice of. She scanned the room, using her flame to offer herself some better lighting, searching for some means of getting around or through the basin that wouldn’t require her to go for the world’s most disgusting swim. As she looked, she caught a glimpse of something breaching the surface of the water. Without hesitation, she flung fire at the disturbance. The flames sizzled and boiled the top of the water, but she could see no sign of what she’d attacked. She went back to scanning the expansive basin, nerves even more on edge now that she knew she wasn’t entirely alone in the sewer system.

With the disturbance a decent distance away, Pyra was caught completely off-guard as the water directly before her exploded. She flinched back as sewage splashed over her, catching only a brief glimpse of what she could only describe as a rotting mermaid surging towards her. A slender female physique, fully nude, with vibrant red hair that nearly matched her own shade, ending at the waist where green scales grew out into a muscular fish tail. The mermaid’s skin and scales were discolored, marred with signs of decay. Pyra tried to shake off the shock and react to the sudden attack, but the little zombie mermaid was already closing her arms around her shoulders and yanking her into the water.

Ariel pulled the woman close, burying her teeth into the side of Pyra’s neck. She pumped her powerful tail, dragging the squirming morsel deeper. The darkness within the basin was interrupted in eerie flashes as Pyra summoned flames in an attempt to fight off her attacker, but between her panic and the density of the watery sewage surrounding her, the fire could not stay lit for long. Ariel tore at Pyra’s clothing, dragging jagged scratches across her flesh while leaning in to continue nibbling away small, tasty bites of her. Pyra clung to the small portion of air she’d managed to suck down before taking the plunge into the basin, but between her rising fear and the growing pain spreading through her body, she couldn’t hold it in for long. Bubbles fluttered from her lips, racing back towards the surface as she was dragged ever deeper into the darkness. Pyra’s struggles intensified as she choked sewage into her lungs, eyes bulging and mouth gaping.

Ariel loosened her grip on her meal as Pyra’s muscles went limp. She dragged the carcass to the small alcove she’d discovered shortly after her arrival and rebirth within the Necropolis, laying the woman out and settling in for a far more vigorous feeding session.

***

Andie McNally and Gale Peck were so relieved to see a familiar face in the nightmare city they’d unexpectedly arrived in that they didn’t waste time considering all the things clearly wrong with Jules Callahan. They only saw a friend in need, not the discoloration of her complexion or the murkiness of her glazed eyes. Certainly not the way that her arms and legs, lying limply, looked just a little too flat, or the basketball-sized swollen lump in her gut. They only heard the raspy call of, “Heeeelp” from their co-worker’s lips – a rasp that sounded nothing like Jules’ actual voice in retrospect – and rushed towards her.

Jules’ slack, clearly blind face showed no reaction to Andie and Gale as they leaned over her. Gradually, the true implications of what they were looking at sank in, but not nearly fast enough to save either woman. The used up skin-suit’s bulbous belly ruptured, unleashing a young, half-grown Flesh Weaver Broodmother. Andie let out a high-pitched shriek that ended in a breathless grunt as the fat-bottomed spider monster launched itself onto her chest, tackling her to the ground. Her screams returned, tinged with sickened pain, as the Broodmother punched its phallic-shaped proboscis through the crotch of her jeans and buried it deep into her pussy, already extruding a potent goo that would prime her body for the oncoming eggs. In an hour, Andie would be bloated with gestating arachnid progeny and webbed to the alley wall only a few feet from the discarded scraps of Jules.

All sense of duty or obligation fled Gale the moment she saw the giant spider rip free of Jules’ loose flesh. She didn’t waste time screaming, her body immediately launching into flight mode. Turning and racing down the narrow alleyway for the opens street beyond, she didn’t care what other hell awaited her, she only knew she needed to get away from the creeping terror dwelling behind her. She didn’t see the light glistening on the fresh length of Fleshweaver webbing stretched across the alley’s opening until she was running into it. The sharp edge of the thread met the front of her throat at speed, slicing cleanly through her skin and opening up her jugular vein. Her momentum wasn’t enough to fully decapitate herself, leaving her trapped and gurgling with the webbing pressing snuggly against her neckbone. Her wide eyes were still alight with panic, hands reaching up to clamp against the wide gash across her throat in a futile attempt to staunch the flow of blood. Gale’s panic rocketed through her as she felt the pricks of many small, sharp legs crawling their way up the backs of her legs and across her shoulders. A dark shadow crossed her vision as one of the Fleshweaver dropped over her face. The arachnids began to exude their powerfully sticky webbing over the mortally wounded woman’s trapped form, speedily encasing her in a cocoon that would leave them with a fresh skin-suit. Gale’s final moments of lingering life were spent in total agony and heart-seizing terror as the arachnids crept over her, wishing they’d left Jules to rot in the alley.

***

Saryn and Khora gave little thought to the abrupt change in their environment. The school was simply another battleground for them to continue their ongoing fight. Their armored frames clashed against one another, powerful fists and vicious feet snapping and swinging, grappling and flinging each other into rows of lockers and up into suspended lights. They left a wake of destruction down the hall they’d arrived in. Securing a firm hold on her adversary, Khora lifted a leg and slammed her foot into Saryn’s gut, sending her smashing through a sealed door and into the science lab beyond.

Due to the corruptive nature of the necrotic energy permeating the Necropolis, several innocent spore samples had merged and mutated into a fast growing and carnivorous moss within the lab. The layers of mold greatly resembled scraps of torn, pulsating flesh with jagged edges criss-crossing over the surface. As Saryn stumbled into the lab, she stomped through the Meat Moss, peeling up portions of it as they stuck to her feet. She leaned against the teacher’s desk – equally covered in the mold – to regain her balance and prepared to launch a counter-attack against Khora. As fast as she was, the Meat Moss was faster, growing across the armored exoskeleton and working fast to break it down. Saryn registered the mounting damage and degradation of her form, feeling something akin to panic for the only time in her existence.

Standing at the threshold of the lab, Khora tilted her head to the side, confused by what she was witnessing as Saryn stumbled and flailed about, portions of her body sloshing off and bubbling across the floor as the Meat Moss broke her down to base components. She was just beginning to piece together the presence of the mold and the devastation consuming Saryn when her adversary darted towards her, awkwardly flailing what remained of her arms. Khora stepped back, but not before Saryn managed to brush across her chest, leaving behind a small smear of Meat Moss. The mold latched onto and began to feast upon its new victim instantly. As it spread across her chest, Khora devolved into the same uncoordinated gyrations as her opponent. The powerful Warframes bubbled and sizzled away, rapidly reduced to festering piles of mold within minutes of their accidental encounter with the Meat Moss.

***

Kono Kalakaua was thankful the layout of the Necropolis’s police station was close enough to her own that she was able to find the armory with relative ease. Whatever had caused the disaster in the city had happened so fast that the supply of weapons had gone untouched. Getting the door open, she headed into the room, surveying the selection, weighing the pros and cons of being heavily armed versus the added weight she’d have to deal with. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the explosion of a gunshot from just behind her. Kono stumbled forward, blinking slowly as she stared at the messy spatter of blood and brains coating the supply shelf in front of her. Her mouth dropped open, wet clicks intended to be an uncertain question rolling up her throat as she fell to her knees and rolled over onto her side.

Lola stepped up to the dying cop, sucking in the aroma of ignited gunpowder from her machine pistol as she looked down at Kono’s confused face. She smirked, striking a sultry pose. “You’re a tough bitch, huh?” she muttered, lowering her weapon and leveling it at the woman’s face. “Guess it’s just your rotten luck that you ran into me.” Kono’s gurgling protests grew in urgency, finding the strength to lift a trembling hand towards her attacker. Lola ignored her distress and squeezed the trigger, blasting a half-dozen more holes through the woman’s face and putting a definitive end to her life. “Shoulda seen the look on your face,” she muttered as she reloaded and took over collecting weapons and ammo. “That shit was priceless.”

***

With an absence of bones, the Stretcher had little trouble cramming his lanky form into the air conditioning vent to wait for some unsuspecting prey to come along. That prey arrived some time later in the form of Momo Yaoyorozu. Popping the vent loose, the Stretcher lowered it down to the floor with one arm, easily extending it the eight feet to the floor. His other arm stretched towards Momo, currently facing away from him and totally unaware of the monster’s presence. When the vent was leaning against the wall, the Stretcher moved that arm towards her as well, reaching for her ankles. His fingers – impossibly long and slender – twitched with excitement as he prepared to attack. Momo let out a startled yell as the snake-like arms snared her, one looping around her legs while the other curved around her chest, pinning her arms to her sides.

Using Momo as an anchor point, the Stretcher spooled himself out of the vent and over to her, curling his elastic figure around her voluptuous form. Momo pulled and twisted, struggling to get into a position where she could create a weapon capable of cutting herself free from the abomination, but with her arms and legs pinned together, she had no means of doing so. As the constriction around her body tightened, her full breasts popped free from the confines of her largely open red top. Nuzzling his grinning face into her dark hair, the Stretcher’s prehensile cock slithered its way between the young woman’s thighs and up under her mini-skirt. Slipping around the crotch of her panties, the Stretcher groaned into Momo’s ear as he sank into the tight sheath of her pussy.

The Stretcher extended his head forward, sliding his elongated neck around Momo’s, pulling her into a tight strangle hold as he writhed and ground his cock into her. Momo’s screams were choked off as he fucked his way easily against her cervix, filling out her snatch fully. Her mouth gaped open, tongue sloshing across her bottom lip as her face went red, straining to suck air through her mostly constricted windpipe. Tears stung her ways as she watched the Stretcher’s grinning face leering at her, his wide mouth a horrifying nightmare. Her suffering worsened as the octopus-like zombie squeezed around her, coiling and forcing her head to twist to the side slowly. The Stretcher fucked Momo faster, urgently smashing his way through her cervix and into her uterus. Fear blossomed across the young woman’s dark red, sweaty face as her head was turned as far as it could go. The Stretcher cared nothing for the limitation of her skeletal structure and kept on twisting, growling with delight as the snapping of her neck led to a glorious series of shudders throughout her constricted form. The life drained from her bulging eyes as her head was turned to rest backwards atop her twitching corpse while the Stretcher blasted her thoroughly raped womanhood with his creamy seed.

***

Cold sweat poured down Astrid Hofferson’s pale, pain-stricken face. Her mouth hung open, eyes wide with shock, occasionally working up the strength to scream as the Gutwrencher’s extended snout jammed further up her stretched asshole, chomping the mandibles at the end of its long, powerful tongue into another portion of her intestines before dragging it out of her body with sadistic slowness. Astrid shuddered, scream choking off as she hacked up a thick wad of phlegmy blood. Digging her fingers into the floor and setting her toes, she managed to crawl a few feet from the monster, feeling her stomach literally drop out, a throbbing hollowness in the pit of her gut as bloody tangles of her innards spooled from her twitching sphincter.

Ripping the snared portion of Astrid’s guts loose, the Gutwrencher scuttled forward to catch back up with its prey. It rammed its snout back through her asshole, snaking it along through the gory mess of slop still contained within the young woman. Nausea consumed her as the creature snagged one of her kidneys and ripped it out, sliding the slippery organ into one of its large, clawed hands. From there, the Gutwrencher slid the kidney underneath itself, spearing it onto its stiff cock. Then it went back to rooting around up Astrid’s ass for more goodies. The strength left her, forcing her to slump listlessly, groaning weakly as she struggled to even keep her eyes open. With one last retch, a thick flood of blood oozed from her lips before her head dropped forward, dying as the gory lump of one mangled lung squeezed through her loosened anus.

***

Lucina was doing a fairly decent job at holding off the Impaler. The oversized crustacean looked like it could provide an impressive banquet of crab dinners if she could only manage to fell the thing, but the spike-tipped tentacles growing from its back were effective deterrents. She was forced to backpedal as she deflected their impaling strikes, focusing on avoiding being skewered and not noticing how the monster was easily herding her towards the entrance of an alleyway. She was halfway down the narrow pathway by the time she realized. A shiver ran down her spine as she acknowledged just how little room she had to maneuver. She eyed the crab-creature suspiciously, wondering if it could truly be clever enough to drive her into a trap, or if her current location had simply been poor luck. She got her answer moments later.

The Impaler launched all of its tentacles towards the fatigued swordswoman simultaneously. Lucina’s eyes shot wide, sword frozen in her hand as her mind tried to decide which of the appendages to deflect first. The hesitation wasn’t enough to doom her – that moment had passed when she’d stepped into the alley – but it certainly didn’t help. She screamed as two of the spiked tips punched into her flesh at the same time; one through her left shoulder and the other through her right knee. She was driven back into the wall behind her where her right arm and left leg were similarly pinned. Lucina only had a moment to appreciate the pain and just how utterly fucked she was before the final spike slammed into her forehead, ripping through her brain and pinning her head to the wall. Her face went slack, a curtain of blood draining over her twitching features.

Wiggling its spikes free from the wall, the Impaler tugged Lucina’s corpse towards it. With an easy flex of its muscles, it tore the woman apart, separating her into limbs, torso, and head. The macabre display of Lucina’s dismembered body was waved above the creature’s body as the thing backed its way out of the alley, dragging down one piece of the woman at a time to its mouth to enjoy the succulent banquet it had made of her.