The world melted away in Homura’s mind, leaving only herself and the Child. She held nothing back, convinced that the monstrosity’s death would lead to her escape from the Necropolis. The Child used her ability to fly to its fullest advantage, darting and swooping to avoid Homura’s heaviest attacks while firing off psionic blasts in return. The young woman stayed on the run, dodging the Child’s blasts as she drew weapon after weapon from her shield, unloading absurd amounts of ammo at the creature before chucking the spent weapons aside to pull forth fresh ones. The Child found herself growing more impressed with Homura as she eluded her attacks, while Homura only grew more frustrated that the fight was taking so long.

Diana stayed back, watching as Homura and the monster focused intently on one another. Being utterly ignored in the fight didn’t offend her at all. She saw it as a perfect opportunity to surprise the Child and perhaps slow it down enough to give Homura the opening she needed to finish the job. Keeping her distance from the exchange, Wonder Woman slipped around the pair. She drew her sword, examining the way the Child’s wings worked, identifying a few key ligaments that would cripple them if severed. Dropping into a crouch, she prepared to dash up and do the deed. Only the briefest glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye saved her from the Impaler’s spike-tipped tentacle. She spun aside, slashing at the appendage and carving away its deadly tip. The oversized mutant crustacean looked like it had already been through a hell of a fight. Guess I get to finish what someone else started, Diana thought, charging in to handle the monster.

Ducking and dodging the piercing strikes of the Impaler’s tendrils, Wonder Woman closed the distance to the creature. She got in close, hacking her way through one of its legs on the left side. The Impaler stumbled, tilting awkwardly to one side as it struggled to accommodate for the loss of limb. Diana charged up the angled back, shoving her way through the stocks of the field of thick tentacles. She dropped low to avoid having her face punched through by one of the Impaler’s spiked tendrils, flipping her sword in her hands and driving it through the hard shell. The creature let out a shriek of pain, flailing its tendrils wildly. It curved the tips of its spikes inwards, stabbing downwards to skewer the annoying rider it had picked up. Diana was ready for the creature’s poorly thought out plan, rolling to avoid the spearing. The Impaler stumbled about, continuing to shriek as it accidentally stabbed itself. The flashes of pain across its back only inspired it to strike more, impaling itself again and again while Diana slipped off of its shell.

The Impaler collapsed to the street, on the verge of death. Diana turned to watch the thing expire, unable to resist giving it a smug smirk as she lifted a finger to her temple. “Always think before you strike.”

Almost as if it could understand her, the Impaler responded fast, finding enough strength to whip one of its tentacles at her. The spark of hateful life came so fast Diana could not avoid the spiked tendril. She cried out as the tip punched a fist-sized hole into her gut, sending her stumbling back, stunned. The tentacle yanked free and flopped lifelessly to the road as the monster finally expired.

Clamping a hand to her bleeding gut wound, Wonder Woman turned in time to see the Blow Hunter leap from a nearby rooftop. The air was knocked out of her as the creature slammed into her chest, driving her to the ground. The Blow Hunter hooked his arms and legs around the struggling woman, driving his double dicks up under her skirt and through the fabric of her underwear, violently stuffing her cunt and ass. Diana twisted from side to side, cringing as she was quickly and brutally fucked, trying to throw the creature off of her. The Blow Hunter humped into her tight holes with blinding speed, reaching his point of fatal release in moments. Wonder Woman shrieked as stiff spikes punched their way through her chest and upper thighs, crunching into the ground beneath her. One of the spikes shot into her open mouth, piercing the back of her throat and driving her head back as the Blow Hunter’s body bloated with gallons of jizz. She gurgled on her hot blood, pain radiating through numerous points of her violated body, before the Blow Hunter reached critical mass and popped, shredding her body into numerous bloody, cum-soaked chunks.

Homura didn’t notice Wonder Woman’s demise, just like she didn’t notice the deaths of the women she’d spent such a lengthy period of her time in the Necropolis with. The Child dominated her thoughts and focus. The abomination needed to die. She’d already spent far too much time in the alien dimension. She needed her full power restored. If she could rewind time, she could escape the Necropolis and none of the deaths would matter. She used her timestop ability for all it was worth, no longer concerned with conserving her energy. She’d finally found the fight she’d been searching for since her arrival. Failure was not an option.

The Child found herself struggling to contend with Homura’s strange power. Barely managing to avoid a missile strike, she called in reinforcements. The pack of Hell Flyers left Domino’s bloody, chewed up body without a second thought, leaving the barely recognizable lump of mangled, cum-packed meat to drift leisurely towards oblivion. The Flyers rushed to their mistress’s aid, throwing themselves in front of Homura’s missiles and blowing themselves to pieces.

A flash of resentment shot through Homura as she watched so many of her devastating shots pointlessly wasted. I gave them one job, she thought. The overuse of her timestop had drained her thoroughly, slowing her movements enough for the Child to take notice. The abomination charged a quick psionic blast and fired it, managing to hit Homura dead on. The crackle of psychic energy staggered Homura long enough for the Child to swoop in and grab hold of her, plucking the young woman into the air with her. Glaring into the hideous face, Homura tried to get her hand up to reach into her shield and pull free a fresh weapon. But the Child had been paying attention. She’d seen the source of her adversary’s impressive collection of armaments. The creature dug her claws into Homura’s upper arm, twisting it violently before ripping the shield-bearing limb from her body. The Child lifted the limb to flick her tongue across the bloody stump before impaling one of her spidery limbs through it, suspending it just out of the girl’s reach to mock her.

Trapped inside the Persona, Fuuka and Kay-Em could only spectate helplessly as their last hope for rescue was disarmed. As the crowd of horny undead continued to beat and hump against the smeared glass surrounding them, Fuuka found herself desperately wishing she’d agreed to carry a gun. She’d have only needed two bullets. Even one would do in a pinch, although she’d have used it feeling nothing but sorrow for Kay-Em and her prolonged future of being a conscious fuck-toy for whatever creature happened upon her.

With the fight seemingly over, the Child took a few moments to truly appreciate Homura. The young woman had been quite the thrill to fight. She reminded the Child of Satsuki. They shared a similar fiery spirit. It seemed fitting that the two should meet. Curling one arm tightly around Homura’s back, the Child reached down between her own legs. She flexed her inner muscles, forcing the thick lump of Satsuki’s head down her vaginal canal. She moaned deeply as she gave birth to the severed head. She cradled the gooey mass in her hand, lifting it up and turning Satsuki’s slackened face towards Homura. “This is the last woman to truly challenge me,” she hissed, chuckling. “Give your future a kiss.” She pushed Satsuki’s cold, sticky lips against Homura’s furious face, leaving it smeared with a glistening smear of her juices.

Missing an arm and without the ability to conjure any new weapons to fight with, the Child felt confident loosening her hold on Homura. She flung the woman back to the ground, rushing in after her, bringing Satsuki’s head along for the ride. “This one kept me so pleasantly filled while I waited for my freedom,” she growled, tearing her way through Homura’s clothing. She forced the young woman’s legs open, eyeing the small slit of her pussy. “It seems fitting that she keep you filled while you wait for your end.”

The Child jammed Satsuki’s head against Homura’s cunt face first. The orifice was far too small to accommodate such a girthy intrusion, but the coating of orgasmic goo coating the head paired with the Child’s insistent strength made the impossible a terrible reality. The Child found herself once again impressed with her foe, seeing not even a flicker of agony in Homura’s eyes as her dry cunt lips were stretched to the point of tearing. She shoved at Satsuki’s head, driving it inch by inch into the young woman, watching her slender belly bulging from the penetration. With a sigh of relief, she finished fitting the head snuggly into Homura’s sex. The Child’s eyes lit up with lustful excitement. “Such strength,” she hissed. “Know that I will cherish your death.”

Grabbing the base of her rigid shaft, the Child mashed the head of her cock through the loose lips of Homura’s broken sex. She thrust hard, wedging Satsuki’s head deeper into Homura’s body as she gave herself over to the post-battle arousal. Even loosened by the head’s forceful penetration, the Child still felt immense pleasure as she raped Homura’s destroyed pussy, growling in ecstasy as she fucked Satsuki’s head through the young woman’s cervix and into her womb. She kept thrusting, kept hammering her way through her foe’s body. As the bulge of the head and her own cock moved further up Homura’s body, the Child chittered as she saw the tears welling up in her victim’s eyes. “There it is,” she growled, leaning in to lick away Homura’s tears.

The pain was overwhelming, even Homura could not deny that. But her tears were only partially related to the physical agony ripping its way through her body with each stroke of the Child’s monstrous prick. The frustration at her own apparent weakness and the looming reality that she would not be getting free of the Necropolis hurt far worse. Her shield dangled so close, but still uselessly out of reach, denying her the ability to even try and fight back against the Child. She could only lie there and suffer, feeling as her organs were pulverized against the dead woman’s head and the erection forcing it ever further through her.

The Child did not concern herself with the cause of Homura’s tears. Their presence alone was enough to spur her into a sexual frenzy, pounding into the young woman as her climax rushed through her. With a triumphant howl of release, the Child slammed her full length into Homura. Satsuki’s head plowed through the remainder of the young woman’s chest and partially collapsed in on itself as it was fucked through the gory stump of Homura’s shoulder. The gore-coated cockhead pushed free just behind the head, unleashing violent sprays of jizz as the muscular spasms running along the Child’s shaft destroyed and weakened Homura’s insides. The warm trembling of Homura’s innards teased the Child’s cock, keeping her at the height of ecstasy. With a strained shriek, the creature rolled away from her victim, the rigid length of her cock splitting Homura into two jagged halves, skin splitting and muscle snapping to allow the ruined contents of her body to spill out over the road.

The Child dropped onto her back beside Homura, bucking and writhing through her powerful orgasm. Her cock bounced before her, firing off one powerful blast of jizz after the next. The cum arched high into the air, splattering across both the Child and Homura in thick globs. The Child clamped one hand around her shaft, pumping wildly, milking more and more of her ejaculate out of her. Thick spurts of juices squirted from her snatch, the fingers of her other hand sliding down to pound into herself. Certain that her opponent was finished and that she likely would never find another nearly as impressive, the Child was happy to bask in the glory of her victory.

Homura fought with everything she had to hold onto her consciousness, even as she realized the damage she’d sustained had been far too great to recover from, especially after draining herself so completely during the fight. She was going to die. It didn’t bother her much, especially compared to the sorrow she felt knowing she would never get the chance to save Madoka. Despair flooded into her, pulverizing any flicker of hope she had left. Finding the strength to swallow the sticky blood clogging her throat, Homura found she had just enough air left in her remaining lung to whimper out an apology to her friend. As the words slipped past her trembling lips, Homura’s Soul Gem shifted in color, darkening into a pure black.

A strange charge filled the area around Homura and the spasming, jizzing Child. Reality itself began to blur, smearing into each other as jagged streaks of obsidian lightning rained down around them, cutting through the thick rain of the Child’s powerful ejaculation. A cacophony of shattering glass filled the air, drowning out the triumphant monstrosity’s bellow of release. Homura’s body went limp, the remainder of her life sapped away. The orb of distortion swirled about killer and victim as a third, menacing figure flickered into existence between them before abruptly cutting out. The maelstrom of reality bending chaos intensified into a tightly packed hurricane of madness as a black hole formed. The Child let out a confused shriek as the gravity well sucked her towards its center, the tattered remnants of Homura’s corpse being pulled along with a good deal more ease.

Still cumming, the Child twisted and flailed about, feeling true terrified panic for the only time in her existence as she fought to crawl free from the black hole. Her monstrously powerful figure folded in on itself, bones snapping and flesh peeling away to be sucked into oblivion. Her tits ruptured, chunky wads of fat flowing over her sides to be guzzled down alongside the crumpled ruin of her majestic wings. The Child’s howl of rage ended in a sharp snap as her head shot back, ripped from her shoulders and sucked into the black hole. The mangled lump of compressed meat and bone that remained was swiftly tugged into the gravity well, massive, pulsing prick offering one last small spurt of cum before it vanished.

The loosely contained black hole continued to rage, latching onto the Necrotic energy permeating the Necropolis. Cloudy wisps of red and purple rushed into the void, sapping away the disturbingly alien color of the sky and destroying the barrier surrounding the city. The black hole intensified as it gorged itself on the barrier, sucking every last chunk of it down before finally settling down. The distortion field wavered, pulling tighter in on itself until it took on the solid form of a massive, black egg, leaving behind no sign of Homura, the Child, or the Necrotic energy. The egg hovered above the street for a moment before suddenly vanishing.

From their vantage point, Fuuka and Kay-Em had a clear view of the bizarre turn of events, but neither of them could even begin to comprehend what they’d just seen. What they had no trouble comprehending was that they were alone, still surrounded by deadly danger. Fuuka wiped a thick layer of sweat from her brow, averting her eyes from the crowd of zombies surrounding her Persona. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up,” she told Kay-Em.

The android head offered a sympathetic smile. “I understand.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Fuuka asked. “Something to make sure you’re not… alive when they get in?”

“There is, but I’ll never tell you how to do it,” Kay-Em replied firmly. “I won’t let you go through that alone. I’m with you till the end.”

Fuuka fought and failed to hold back her tears. “Thank you.”

“Least I can do.” Kay-Em managed a bittersweet smile. “Hey, at least we got to kill that freakshow zombie cunt. That felt good.”

Fuuka nodded. “It did.” She took a breath, tried and failed to ready herself for what was about to come. “I think I’m going to let them in now.”

“Ready when you are, boss.”

Fuuka turned to face the creatures so eager to fuck her and tear her to pieces, hoping that they’d at least kill her quickly. She was on the verge of deactivating her Persona when she noticed something. The zombies weren’t beating at the glass quite so vigorously. A few of them had even stumbled away, listlessly shuffling about, clearly confused and weak. The shift was enough to bolster her mental resolve, keeping the defensive orb intact. She watched, stunned, as the zombies began to drop away, collapsing to the ground into lifeless heaps. It took some time, but eventually, every one of the zombies met the same strange fate. A thousand questions rushed through Fuuka’s mind, but she didn’t dare ask any of them. She knew Kay-Em wouldn’t have any answers for her and she’d survived in the Necropolis long enough to know better than to question any degree of good fortune. For it to come on such a grand scale at such a precious moment meant too much to squander.

When she finally convinced herself that the zombies were really dead, Fuuka finally let her Persona deactivate. She carefully stepped through the pile of corpses, taking in the aftermath of the battle alongside Kay-Em. A greasy smear on the asphalt with a few chunks of heavily chewed bones was all that remained of Izumi. Domino’s mostly fleshless body hung from the flagpole, still giving off the occasional twitch but certainly dead. Alice’s body lay sprawled across the rubble of the Bunker, blood drying over her stunned face, the mangled lump of her heart lying a few feet away. The tattered remnants of Wonder Woman’s body had been flung across the street, intermingled with the shredded body of the Blow Hunter. Homura was just gone. Although it had cost them their lives, it appeared as if they’d managed to exterminate all of the monsters in the area, with the aftereffect of the battle responsible for cleaning up the scraps.

Sensing something else was off, Fuuka looked up. She gasped, staring into a flawless night sky. A normal night sky, the darkness already beginning to fade as morning approached. “I…” She hesitated, terrified to lend voice to her suspicions in case doing so might draw brutal punishment down on their heads. She said it anyway. Neither of them had much left to lose anyway. “I think Homura was right. I think killing that creature did something. This…” She paused again. This time she thought better of her words and kept them locked in her head. This might actually all be over, she thought anyway, daring whatever cruel all-powerful entity responsible for the nightmare to strike her down. When it didn’t happen, she got around to dealing with the reality that she might actually get to live beyond the Necropolis. “We need to go,” she said, snagging a length of iron bar half her height to help her walk with her broken ankle. “There may be others still alive from the Bunker. We need to see if we can pick up their trail.”

***

Nestled snuggly within its personal pocket dimension, the Omni observed the strange turn of events. The entity was more pleased than it had been in a millennia. It was not often that something managed to surprise the Entity, but even it had been unable to foresee the result of Homura and the Child’s fight and the resulting transformation leading to the destruction of the Necrotic field soaking through the city and keeping its playthings contained. The loss of the barrier and the hordes of zombies meant nothing to the Omni. Restoring the barrier and returning the corpses to twisted life was a simple matter, but one that the being chose not to do. There were still threats lurking throughout the city and there were still playthings left in the midst of danger.

Let them fight, the Omni decided. If they live, let them live. If they die, all the better.

The being shifted its attention away from its nearly used up playground, focusing on the massive black egg tucked away into a pocket dimension all its own. Much like the effects of the transformation, the Omni had no idea what was gestating within the egg. With the combined essences of Homura and the Child, the Omni knew it would be powerful, perhaps even unstoppable. After an eternity of isolated existence, the Omni dared to imagine the possibility that it might have accidentally made itself a companion of equal strength. The possibility alone was enough to fill the being with tingles of eager anticipation.