Gamma Guts (Nuclear Throne, M/F, Guro)

Under the barren nuclear wasteland spanned the network of a long-forgotten sewer.  While its foul rivers dried up ages ago, the stench of decay penetrated its walls for centuries to come.  This was a helpful asset to its inhabitants, as mutated rats and gators masked their presence in its dark, putrid shadows.

Among these flea-ridden abominations lied a corpse, or so it seemed to be.  So long and still his body had been, that no beast fancied a chance to gnaw on his purple, mummified being.  This is exactly what he desired.  Although sprawled out like a man struck from behind, he was in the perfect position for an ambush.  His open hand was just inches away from a bent length of pipe, his weapon of choice, and it was camouflaged under a pile of filth.   His routine was to wait for some poor sap to stumble through the tunnels, and he would spring up to greet them with a sound bludgeoning.

There was a commotion going on just out of his sight.  Gunfire rang out, shortly followed by the telltale sound of police sirens.  He held his breath.  Each officer was decked out in a fortune of gear, but killing, much less looting one, would mean a death warrant for life.  They would appear as though by magic through azure portals from a world unknown, and their ranks were seemingly endless.  It sounded like whoever was fighting them didn't care about such repercussions, though.   The ground shook and explosions echoed into deafening vibrations as the cops gargled out alien deathcries.

Silence, for a moment.  The victor of the fight was making their way towards the assassin's position.  Whoever it was had to be reaper itself, and he wagered his chances of successfully jumping such a fiend were slim.  Slimmer still, however, was his emaciated body.  Times were desperate.  He couldn't afford to pass this up this opportunity.

Out of the corner of his single eye, he saw the demon.  It was far too dark to make out any details on its form, but it looked like it didn't notice him yet.  He steeled himself for the right moment.  Just a few feet more.  On cue, he leapt up, pipe in hand, and sent it crashing down on his target with every ounce of strength his starved frame could muster.

What he didn't expect to greet him was the sound of metal hitting metal, followed by an explosion.  His target yelped, and a blast sent him flying into a nearby wall.   His bones snapped on impact, wracking his body with pain.  He found himself sprawled out on the floor once more, trying desperately to drag himself away on broken hands from the death incarnate that now stood over him.

Illuminated from one of the rare working lamps in the sewers, he at last got to see who would soon take his life.  Short black hair topped its head, punctuated by a pair of burning blue eyes.  It was definitely a girl, judging by hers curves highlighted from the armored blue jumpsuit she was wearing.  Was this what a human was suppose to look like?  He had only heard myths about their original forms before the apocalypse.  Blood was pouring down her chin.  It seemed like he smashed the mask she was wearing, as it looked more akin to a crushed can now.  If only he had aimed a little higher...

The girl mumbled something bitterly between haggard breaths.  It sounded like the gibberish the police typically shouted.  Was she one of them?  Why was she fighting her comrades?  Even her rifle looked like the fancy ones the cops typically carried.  She cocked the gun and aimed it at him with no kindness in her eyes.  Even if she was going to be the end of him, he couldn't help but find her exotic form beautiful.  He couldn't even remember the last time he a saw something even vaguely feminine, other than the toxic brood rats that occasionally nested in these sewers.  In a mix of fear and fascination, he took one last glance at her, closed his eye, and realized that his pants were painfully tented.

She tried to stifle a laugh through her bloody sputtering.   She nudged his bulge with the barrel of her gun, not once letting go of the trigger.  He was utterly helpless to her whims.  A quick glance around and a cock of her ear confirmed that no one else was alive in the sewers.   With the police left to recalibrate their portals before sending out another squad, she had some time for respite.

The assassin trembled, trying to face away from his leaden doom.  Instead of a gunshot, however, he heard a zipper being pulled down.  He opened his red eye, looking up to see the woman venting her now open suit.  She was fully commando, and not a spot of hair adorned her dark skin.  Sweat glistened across her entire form, no doubt caused by the scorching heat from the wasteland above.  Despite her goods being completely bare to him, what caught his attention the most was the sickly green glow emanating from her stomach down to her sex.

She knelt over his prone form, resting her hands on his mangled ribs.  Her entrance, just visible from her zippered parapet, rubbed across his throbbing pants, staining them with her toxic arousal.  It was if his rags melted away on contact with her flesh, letting his mast throb outward in primal, long-forgotten lust.  Ecstasy dripped down upon his member, and the glowing mucous stung worse than any acid.   If not for the endorphins flooding his brain, his shattered body would have long since given out before the upcoming ordeal.

The docking was swift, with her hips smoothly making contact with the assassin's broken pelvis in one stroke.  His body, already alit with pain, now felt like he was fornicating with a car battery.  He couldn't bear to witness what was happening to his manhood.  The girl speared herself repeatedly on his shaft, with each impact being a fusion of heaven, from her obscenely plush rear, and hell, from the tight, acidic maw that sizzled with each piston.

It didn't take long for him the climax.  Dollops of his radiated batter splattered against her womb, its toxic essence fueling her inner mutations further.   She felt a change, a lust for blood to replenish that which poured freely from her broken mask. His shaft was not much more than a dilapidated twig at this point, but she continued to pound away on it.  Her movements became vicious, her nails clawed deep into his chest.  He could only hope she would finish before his life was completely snuffed out.

Riding on the high of her own orgasm, she slammed down one final time as it crashed over her senses.  In a brief moment of forgetfulness, the sudden motion triggered her kinetic armor, letting loose a blast like a physical symbol of her primal satisfaction.  The assassin was rendered into ribbons.

With the last soul taken in the area, reality torn asunder, revealing a portal to her next destination.  Police sirens rung out again.  Although she wanted to bask in the afterglow, she had barely enough time to zip back up her sodden suit before being whisked away through the purple wormhole, leaving her pursuers with a crime scene fouler than the sewers it was housed in.