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“Alright guys, thanks for all the tips, and all the donations, but it’s time for the main event.” The short, blue haired shut-in Nikki would say into the webcam for her adoring audience, switching the layout of her stream away from the lewd game she had just been playing to feature only her webcam. “I know a lot of you have been asking about the title of the stream, and… That.” She would say, pointing to the noose in the background. “And I’m sorry for keeping it a secret for so long, but I can explain now. Tonight is my final stream. Not just for HunieCam Studio, but… Everywhere~ Ever~ I’m going to kill myself for you all to watch~”

Her chat would explode with chatter, some viewers refusing to believe it, others were confused, and more still were actually excited for the idea~ Nikki herself was in with that last part of her audience, being extremely excited to end her own life~ Nikki began adjusting her Camera, then she slid her gamer chair backwards across the floor, now sitting under the noose hanging from her ceiling. “Alright guys~ Here we go~ 25,000 tokens and you guys will watch me hang myself and die for you, live on this stream~”

She’d say, slipping her sex toy which would vibrate for every token she received on the site back into her pussy- Having removed it while playing the game- And continuing to masturbate for her viewers. Groping her tits and rubbing her pussy as the toy buzzed away now that the tips from the people who wanted to see her die started to pour in~

Nikki had originally been hesitant when the Director proposed the idea to her in an email, but now she had put all her regrets and hesitation behind her~ After all, when dying would feel so good, who cared if it meant the end of her career~? She’d had a good run, made a lot of money for the studio, and lured most of her 18+ Gaming Audience to the site anyways, killing herself as a grand finale just seemed fitting~

She had cum just before making the announcement, so she was still incredibly sensitive as she fingered herself~ Her fingers just weren’t enough~ She grabbed a dildo off a nearby shelf, spreading her legs for the camera as she increased the gain on her mic- Before taking the plastic phallus into her mouth, making sure to moan and slurp as lewdly on the toy as she possibly could, chat loving the noises she was making and the view they were getting of this cute girl’s last moments~ Once she had lubricated the toy enough, she would adjust the angle of her gamer-chair and shove the plastic toy up her ass- Moaning loudly into her mic, almost peaking her mic as she came again, but she had just barely managed to claw the gain switch on her headset back down to reasonable levels before screaming as she squirted a bit- Which of course her chat loved~

The tips were rapidly filling up her progress bar towards the end goal of hanging herself. Many in her chat tried to talk the girl out of her plans, but she wanted nothing more than to die here for her beloved Director~ She knew the Director was watching the stream. They always were~

Then someone tipped 5000 tokens- Which caused the vibrator in Nikki’s pussy to crank itself up to the highest possible vibration level- “AH! FUCK! Thank you so much for the- AH- Massive Tip- Uh- M-m-m-Max!” Nikki said, barely able to read the name of the generous tipper as she trembled from the power of the vibrator in her pussy. That massive donation meant she was now halfway to her ultimate goal of 25,000 tokens~

Nikki just continued to pleasure herself for her audience, fucking her own ass with the electric blue dildo, making a variety of lewd noises and thanking the tippers as she fucked herself silly, the vibrator continuing to buzz away inside her pussy, her most recent orgasm not even having a moment to truly end- Rocking the nerdy girl’s body with aftershock after blissful aftershock, her pussy occasionally squirting femcum across the hardwood floor of her room as she came over and over and over again~

The chatters who didn’t want Nikki to die slowly turned into the group telling everyone that she was lying- That she wasn’t really gonna kill herself, and that all the tippers were wasting their money, but the tippers stayed strong in their beliefs, knowing in their hearts that Nikki was going to end her own life for them~

“FUCK!” The blue haired girl managed to cry as the vibrations from that massive tip finally stopped, several smaller tips now triggering her toy, but her pussy was almost numb to the small vibrations at this point. Nikki dropped the toy, the blue phallus clattering to the floor as she simply laid there, eyes clouded with euphoria from the orgasms as she just let the toy in her pussy go on buzzing. Her arms were tired so she decided to give herself a break- Grabbing her cup from the same table where the dildo had been sitting and taking a few hefty glugs of water.

Then she got a donation- Not a tip- So it didn’t count towards the goal- But it proposed an idea-

“Use the horse dildo!” Read Nikki’s donation text-to-speech program, and the nerd let out a laugh as she spun around in her chair to grab the massive, realistically colored horse dildo.

“You mean THIS horse dildo? Don’t see why I can’t take him for one last ride~” She would say, taking the vibrator out of her pussy and shoving it up her ass before adjusting the Camera to better show her bouncing on the massive bestial penis~

Once it was ready, she set the massive member on the floor and hovered herself over it- Her pussy just above the flared tip- And then she started to take it into her guts, smiling and gritting her teeth as she held up two peace signs as she impaled herself on the fake cock- A visible bulge in her tummy as she took the majority of the cock in one go, even someone as lewd as her couldn't fit the entire toy into her pussy without a little warm up.

And so she started bouncing on the cock, chat once again flooded with tips to make the toy in her bum buzz away as Nikki rode the massive Stallion one last time~ She had lost track of how many times she had cum by now, but she clearly felt another rip through her system as she fucked herself with the horsecock~

The nerd turned suicidal cam-girl continued to violate herself with the horsecock, taking inch after inch, further and further into her pussy with each drop. The flared tip smashed against her cervix, the width of the toy was the only thing keeping it out of her baby factory directly~ Of course, she’d never be able to use that baby factory now, not that she had ever planned to in the first place~

By the time she managed to hilt herself on the horsecock, she had reached 20k tips already, and so she quickly had to pull herself off of the toy- The massive cock slick with her juices as she set it aside and readjusted her camera to aim back at the noose. She shoved her vibrator back up her pussy, and climbed into the chair.

“Alright guys~ C'mon! 4000 tokens left!” She would say, placing the deadly rope around her neck.

She watched the display on her own screen tick up, the first digit a blur as it climbed higher and higher, her hand was a blur as she rubbed her clitoris- Moaning into the mic as she began the countdown to her own demise.

“3000!” She’d say, her legs shaking as she came again.

“2000!” The girl would shout out, her balance on the chair was already a little unsteady, but she held on.

“1000!”  The remaining goal was on screen for less than a second-

-And then another massive tip came in- Slamming home the goal!

As the “Goal” of the stream changed to “Enjoy the show~”, Nikki kicked her chair out from under herself- The blue haired cam girl falling no more than a few inches before the rope constricted around her neck. She didn’t fall nearly far enough to snap her neck, and so she started to choke- Chat exploding with comments and tips from those who had wanted her to die, and many others lamenting the loss or leaving altogether.

Nikki had never felt this good before, tearing up as the rope tore into her flesh, preventing her from getting even the smallest breath of air into her lungs as she began to do the dance of death. Her pussy squirting again as she began to die~ One hand reached for the noose as the other rubbed her clit- Her legs flailing about and trying to find purchase on something! Anything! It was her body’s last ditch attempt at self-preservation, but in truth Nikki was in a heaven of her own creation as she hung.

Nikki continued masturbating all the while, fucking herself silly as she danced to her own death, her other hand clawing at the rope around her neck- Not that she wanted it to stop- She just wanted to experience this euphoria for as long as she could~ The girl’s noises as she struggled for air, wasting some of what she had on moans went right into her mic for her viewers listening enjoyment~ She began to cry, her eyes turning red as her limited supply of oxygen ran out faster and faster with each passing moment.

Eventually, the nerdy girl could feel herself starting to fade away, her senses becoming numb from the endless orgasm she was experiencing, and her limbs now unresponsive as she could no longer move due to the lack of oxygen in her system. As her eyes drifted shut, she felt herself start squirting one last time, a smile on her face as she faded away~

Of course, those who were still in her chat had enjoyed the entire thing, many still continuing to tip for the debased grand finale, showing their support despite the loss of the beautiful cam girl. Many claims of the viewers having the strongest orgasm of their lives and calling for more HunieCam Models to do the same beginning to roll in~

…

The Director watched as Nikki’s body finally went limp, the amount of money made by the stream had exceeded her expectations and still continued to climb~

“Well, would you look at that~ You were right~” The Director mused, looking down at the gothic fairy between her legs, who swallowed the last of the director’s cum before pulling off of her cock.

“Of course I was~ Fuck whatever that Kyu cunt told you~ People wanna watch sexy bitches like your girls hang themselves~” The Dark Fairy would muse, continuing to rub the Director’s futa cock, looking over at the corpse of Kyu on the director’s couch, the “Love Fairy” had a knife buried in-between her tits.

“Well, we have plenty more models to cull~ Some of them might not even need that little hypnosis trick of yours to go through with the idea~” The Director would say to her accomplice, petting the black haired Fairy affectionately.

“Ooh~ I know that face~ You’re scheming again, aren’t you? You got someone in mind for the next girl to kill herself to boost your career?” The fairy would ask, nuzzling against the cock that she loved so much.

“Yeah. I think I’ve got a few ideas~” The director would confirm, pulling up the listings of her girls… Her eyes immediately drawn to Audrey and Lillian among everyone else, the Mega Bitch or the barely legal Goth Girl… Who should go next…

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Kirigiri  Kyoko brought a hand to her head… She felt… Dizzy.She found herself seated at a… Poker Table? Where was she? She looked around, and saw several of her classmates- Enoshima Junko, Fukawa Toko, Fujisaki Chihiro, and Naegi Kamaru we all seated at the table with her- They were unconscious, just like she had been moments ago, but she could see even through their clothes that the other girls were still breathing. That was a relief~ She looked around more, and eventually got up from the table. The room she was in was… Incredibly mundane. Sure, the decor was nice, the deep purple wallpaper had intricate details. She tried the double doors- But they wouldn’t open. That didn’t sit right with the Ultimate Detective, but try as she might, all of her memories prior waking up in this room were… Blank. As if obscured by a thick fog. She looked over her unconscious friends, and decided to try and wake up the most… Level headed of them. “Komaru. Wake up.” The pink haired girl would ask, resting her gloved right hand on Komaru’s shoulder and gently shaking the girl. Following an adorable snort, Komaru’s eyes would slowly flutter open as Kyoko woke her up rather suddenly. “Kyo… Ko? Where are we?” She’d ask, stretching out as she yawned, her massive chest straining the fabric of her shirt. “I was hoping you’d be able to answer that…” Kyoko would say, her hand coming up to her chin. Komaru’s expression would quickly become one of confusion as she saw the other unconscious girls. “A-are they-?”“No. They’re just unconscious. Just like you and I before we woke up.” Kyoko would say, calming the girl down a bit before she could even finish her question. “Oh… Okay. Should we wake them up?” Komaru would ask, primarily gesturing to Toko. “You wake Toko. I’ll wake Chihiro and whoever gets done first can rouse Junko.” Kyoko would say with a nod to her friend.“Toooooookoooooo~” Komaru would say with a gentle sing-song voice, trying to rouse her friend without scaring her. “Wakey wakey~ Byakuya is looking for you~”“Chihiro, wake up please. We need your help here.” Kyoko would say, taking a knee next to the shorter girl’s chair, gently shaking her the same way as she did with Komaru. “H-huh? Where am I… Kyoko? … Komaru?” Chihiro would ask with an adorable yawn, the girl looking around at her friends. “... What’s going on?” “Try and remember. Anything you can tell us would be a big help.” Kyoko would urge the smaller girl, their eyes meeting. “O-okay. Give me a second to fully wake up… And I’ll try to remember things about where we are.” Chihiro would say, stretching out in her chair- The girl’s much smaller boobs barely making a tent in the fabric of her blouse, much less the jacket on top of it. “Mas… Ter?” Toko would mumble as she was slowly but surely awoken by Komaru. “Oh… Komaru… Where’s Master Byakuya?” The girl would ask, wiping her chin and straightening her glasses. “I don’t know, I lied to wake you up. Kyoko, Chihiro and I need your help.” Komaru would say. “So c’mon. Rise and shine.” “Fine… Only cuz it’s you, Omaru.” Toko would say, standing up from her chair to get her blood flowing. “Junko. Please, wake up.” Kyoko would say, doing her best to rouse the Ultimate Model. Something inside of her felt… Off when she touched Junko- But she quickly shrugged it off. She’s just psyching herself out. Junko is her friend, just like everyone else here. “Wuh- Yo… I feel hungover… Where… Where are we? Did I really get drunk with you four?” Junko would ask, as she too slowly woke up. “We’ll talk about that later. For now, Junko, do you remember anything about how we got here?” Kyoko would ask the blonde girl as she slowly shook off the sleep. “Wow Kyoko… That’s a loaded question… Gimme a sec, jeez.” The girl would groan, shaking her head out before trying to think… “Nah… I can’t remember anything before you woke me up… Ow… My head is fuckin’ killing me.” “Sorry. Please, take your time, but try to remember anything you can.” Kyoko would say, sighing. She looked around at her friends, and tried to remember how they might’ve ended up here… But it was no use. She couldn’t remember any recent events… “I wonder why it’s only us… Where is everyone else?” “What if it was some sort of gross pervert kidnapping us?” Toko would say, automatically assuming the worst. “As if they’d be interested in us…” Chihiro would say, lamenting her own petite form, Toko clearly also targeted by the comment- As was Kyoko, even if the Ultimate Detective couldn’t care less about her physical appearance. “I mean… Junko and I, sure. But if this was a sex thing, surely they would’ve kidnapped Hina and Sayaka or something.” Komaru would suggest, dispelling Toko’s theory further. “Maybe it’s money? My biz would pay a fortune to get me back.” Junko would propose. “Compared to you, the four of us are worth pennies…” Chihiro would say, a frown stuck on her face. It was true- Among those four Toko was probably the most valuable, and even then it was only due to her talent as a writer. Chihiro was a programmer, sure, but she hadn’t really created anything amazing yet. Kyoko may be the Ultimate Detective, but her family would be much more likely to track her down and free her themselves before paying any sort of ransom. And Komaru… She wasn’t even an Ultimate Student- She was (for all intents and purposes) a normal girl! The only thing of any value the five had in common was being students of Hope’s Peak High School, even if Komaru was a Reserve Course Student. “Omaru. You’re loud. Maybe try calling out for the others?” Toko would suggest, after trying to open the only door out of the room, to no avail. “Rude…” Komaru would mumble, blushing slightly. “But.. Worth a shot I guess…” The other four girls would cover their ears as Komaru cleared her throat. “MAKOTO?! BYAKUYA?! SAKURA?! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!” The girl would SCREAM, making Toko tense up and grimace despite covering her ears to try and muffle the noise.The four girls uncovered their ears, and together they listened for a response… But none came.“Damnit…” Komaru would lament, rubbing her throat, she really put her all into that. “So… Either we’re all alone here, or this room is really well soundproofed.” Kyoko would say. “Even if this was a Hope’s Peak thing… Why take Komaru? N-No offense.” Chihiro would say, not wanting to hurt the other girl’s feelings. “I-It’s all good. I’m a Reserve Course Student. I get it.” Komaru would say, rubbing the back of her head. “WHY THE FUCK ARE WE STUCK HERE?!” Junko would roar, slamming her fist into the wall. “Well~ I’m so glad you asked~” A new voice would say, filling the room. “Who the-” Kyoko would say, her attention snapping to the ceiling of the room. There was a small speaker inlaid right next to the chandelier illuminating the room. She hadn’t noticed it until now. “Excellent question~ As expected of the Ultimate Detective~ Please, ladies, take a seat so we can get to business~” The mysterious voice would say, even without seeing the person speaking to them, the four girls who were still standing could “see” the speaker gesture to the felt-lined table. And so, with the door locked and no other options, they complied. As the final person, Toko, took a seat at the table, a small, circular hole opened in the center and a strange half-black, half-white device with a hole in its side would emerge from the hole. A strange red symbol in the black side of the device would blink five times- Before the device began to spin- Shooting out something towards each other girls! It went around the whole table once, twice, thrice- Five times total. Junko was the first to pick up the things thrown at her by the device. “Playing cards? The fuck is this shit?” Junko would ask, her eyebrow rising as she looked at the hand she had been dealt.“You have 20 seconds. Please pick any number of cards to return to the deck. The dealer-bot will dispense new cards to you equal to the number you put back.” The voice over the intercom would explain. Komaru was up first to recycle her cards- “Uh… Uh… Fuck…” She’d say, gulping before offering her entire hand back to the machine- She was then dispensed 5 new cards, a totally new hand. Toko was next, she looked over cards in silence before reinserting three of her five, and getting the same number in return. Chihiro recycled only two. “I’ll pass.” Kiyoko would say, keeping her hand. The robot accepted that and moved on to the final person. Junko would sigh and return four cards to the robot. Getting four cards spit back at her. “Now, reveal your hands.” The voice would say. “Enoshima Junko and Naegi Komaru. You both played High Card, however- Enoshima Junko, your 10 of Diamonds is smaller than Komaru’s Queen of Hearts.” The voice would explain. “Please, ladies, return your cards to the machine.” They all complied, returning their hands to the machine. “Enoshima Junko, as the loser of the first hand, please remove one article of clothing.” “The fuck did you say?” Junko would bark back. “I knew it…” Toko would mumble “Wh-what?!” Chihiro would squeak, all heads at the table turning to Junko. “Ya know what- FINE! Fuck you you perv!” Junko would say, standing up from her chair and reaching under her skirt and removing her panties! Kiyoko would watch the whole time, her expression remaining blank as ever. Chihiro would squeak again, covering her face in embarrassment. Toko would blush as well, tearing her eyes away from Junko- As much as she wanted to stare. Komaru was just as shocked as Toko and Chihiro, but couldn’t bring herself to look away as Junko removed a pair of lacey red panties from under her skirt. “IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?! YOU FUCKING PERVERT!?” Junko would roar again, throwing the lingerie at the speaker- Only for the garment to get stuck on the chandelier. “The game will resume until someone is fully naked. Miss Enoshima, please, sit back down.” The voice would ask. Junko looked like she was about to scream at the intercom again- But Kiyoko spoke up first. “Junko. There is no reason to waste your energy arguing here. Let's just hurry up and get this game over with.” The Ultimate Detective would caution. “If all they want is to see us naked, then so what. We can strip down, and they’ll let us go so we can move on with our lives.” “... FUCK!” Junko would say, sitting down angrily. “I guess you’re right…” “This is poker. So think of it like this- You want higher scoring cards. Twos are the lowest, and Aces are the highest, followed by Kings, Queens, and Jacks. You want multiples of the same cards, or all the cards in your hand to be the same suit. The Ultimate Poker Hand is the “Royal Flush” a ten, Jack, Queen, King, and Ace- All of the same suit.” Kiyoko would explain, giving the brief version of Poker Rules to the other four girls. - And so the game would resume. The machine in the center would dispense cards, and every time, one of the five girls would lose. Sometimes it was close, rarely- It would be the same hand type played by two girls, but in the end someone was always the lowest. One by one they were stripped of more and more clothing- They all started with removing their ties (and for Chihiro, her ribbon)- But slowly but surely they ran out of options. “Kiyoko… Are you sure? Why not take off your gloves first?” Chihiro would ask as she watched her friend remove her socks. “I’ll be keeping my gloves on, but thank you for the concern, Chihiro.” The Ultimate Detective would explain to her friend with a smile. Out of all of them, the unluckiest was Komaru, partly because she didn’t really understand the rules all that well. She was down to her underwear before anyone else- Kiyoko still being the most dressed out of all three girls with her Jacket, Blouse, and Skirt still on. Junko also had three layers over her underwear in the form of her shirt, undershirt, and skirt- Although she was missing her panties after the first hand. Toko and Chihiro were “tied” in terms of clothes- Both still had their shirt and skirt on over their underwear. “High Card. Jack of Clubs. Fujisaki Chihiro.” The Machine would read out. The girls’ captor had stopped saying the results of each hand quite a while ago. Chihiro would look down and start tearing up, her fists balling in her lap. “Chihiro. Take a deep breath. It’s going to be okay. We’ll make it through this together.” Kiyoko would say, holding Chihiro’s hand. “O-okay.” Chihiro would say, taking a deep breath before unbuttoning her blouse and handing it to Kiyoko, who would fold it neatly and place it along the wall with the rest of their clothes. This left the Ultimate Programmer’s chest covered by her very modest, concealing bra. Then the machine dealt out the next hand- And the girls swapped their cards. “Pair of Threes. Naegi Komaru.” The robot would announce- Making Komaru’s blood run ice cold. “W-what?” Komaru would say. “I-I lost again?” She would say, frozen in fear. “It’s alright Komaru. Just stay calm. It’s just what this creep wants. Take off your bra and let’s move on.” Kiyoko would say again, looking across the table at her boyfriend’s sister.“R-right…” Komaru would say, taking a deep breath and slowly unclasping her bra. Chihiro did her best not to stare, but Toko could not tear her eyes away so easily. Kiyoko and Junko were too mature to care as the busty girl removed her bra and passed it to Kiyoko, covering her nipples with her arm.Kiyoko put the brassiere with the rest of Komaru’s clothes, and the game resumed.Toko was next, choosing to discard her shirt much like Chihiro before her. Then Kiyoko lost, removing her purple jacket. Then Toko lost again, forced to discard her long skirt, and a laugh came from Junko when she saw the boxer-briefs the Ultimate Writing Prodigy was wearing. Junko’s laugh quickly faded when she was forced to take off her first shirt, leaving her in the much tighter fit undershirt- Only for her to lose yet again- The girl hurtling profanities at the creep holding them here before removing her undershirt too- Revealing the lacey red bra that matched the panties she had removed at the start of the game. Kiyoko lost next, having to unbutton and remove her own blouse, sharing a look of solidarity with Chihiro, as the two of them had the smallest chests in the room.“Three of a kind. Twos. Naegi Komaru.” The Machine would say. “WHAT!? No way! How did you guys not get lower than me?!” Komaru would say, standing up in a tizzy and… Forgetting to cover her tits.“I had a Spade Flush.” Kiyoko would answer. “A-and I had a straight.” Chihiro would add. “Full House. Aces full of Threes? I think that’s how you say it.” Junko would respond. “I had four sixes.” Toko would answer last. “Fucking damnit…” Komaru would lament, turning around. “C-can you guys at least look away?” “We’re all girls. What's the problem?” Kiyoko would ask, not noticing the other three women’s expressions changing as she said that. “Right…” Komaru would say, taking a few short breaths, before quickly and smoothly tugging down her panties before taking a seat. Despite how tight she closed her legs, it didn’t hide her adorable bush of pubic hair. She did her best to remain covered while scooting back up to the table, throwing her panties over to the pile of her clothes with a fair amount of accuracy. Her face was red as a cherry tomato as the game began again. The next hand was dealt out- “W-wait! I’m still playing!? W-what happens if I lose!?” Komaru squeaked as she looked at her hand.“Just play along. We’ll find out eventually.” Kiyoko would say.Then everyone recycled their cards. Kiyoko sucked her teeth as she received her single card. She had risked the hand on a gamble, and paid for it. “High Card- Ace of Hearts. Kirigiri Kyoko.” The Machine would say, confirming what the girl had thought. “I tried for a royal flush. The Ten of Hearts I needed evaded me.” Kiyoko would say, forced to remove her dark violet skirt. Leaving her in only her soft lavender undergarments. Around the table- Komaru was butt naked- But doing her best to cover herself with her arm. Toko was left in her modest, boring, gray underwear. Chihiro was a blushing mess, but still had her skirt on top of her underwear. Kiyoko was now wearing only her gloves and her undergarments. And Junko was wearing her bra and her skirt, but with no panties. The next hand was dealt, everyone discarded and got their returns- “ROYAL FLUSH! HAHAHA!” Junko would laugh, celebrating her own short lived victory but getting stern looks from everyone in the room. “S-sorry.” “Two Pair. Sevens over Threes. Fukawa Toko.” The Machine would beep out- Earning a grumble of embarrassment from the Ultimate Writing Prodigy. “S-Stop staring at me. Only Master Byakuya is allowed to see my boobs.” Toko would say and she took off her bra, passing it over to Kiyoko, who just added it to the pile. Next hand- “High Card. Jack of Clubs. Fujisaki Chihiro.” Once again, Chihiro froze as her name was spoken, but with a nod from Kiyoko, she mustered the strength to discard her skirt… And said a silent thank you that her tucking had worked~ “That hand was rigged…” Chihiro would lament as she returned her cards to the robot. … “Three of a kind. Sevens. Kirigiri Kyoko.” The robot would say as the girls received their hands. Forcing Kyoko to take off her bra without much fuss. … “Three of a Kind. Twos. Enoshima Junko.” “BITCH!” Junko would shout, slamming her fist into the table- Getting a jump out of Chihiro and Toko before basically tearing off her lingerie and tossing it against the wall.The Robot in the center wound up, and dealt the cards- And as it returned the girls’ hands to full capacity… Komaru had a look of sheer fear on her face.“High Card. Nine of Spades. Naegi Komaru.” The Robot would confirm. “One life remaining.” “O-one life? I don’t understand…” Komaru would say, her face losing all of its color. “You don’t? Have you really never played Strip Poker, Reserve Course? You’re naked, so now you gotta masturbate~” The Mysterious Voice would chime in again. “WHAT!? I-IN FRONT OF EVERYONE ELSE?!” Komaru would say, her face turning fully red. “Indeed. And keep playing while you shlick. That’s how this game works~” The voice would confirm. “The game won’t resume until you start.” “What the fuck….” Komaru would say, her blood felt like it was frozen in her veins as a chill ran down her spine. “Komaru. It’s okay. Just ignore us. Focus on yourself and the cards.” Kiyoko would say. “Y-Yeah. It’s like we’re not even here.” Toko would say, even if the rapid beating of her heart would tell everyone that she was the most excited to see Komaru play with herself.“Okay…” She would say, swallowing her pride and looking away as she slowly slipped a hand between her legs.Five cards were dealt to each player. Each of them returning some or all of their hand, Junko passing entirely. “High Card. Ace of Spades. Kirigiri Kyoko.” The Machine would say, a soft moan escaping Komaru’s lips, only embarrassing the girl further. Why did fingering herself in front of her friends feel so… Good?Kyoko discarded her panties without much fanfare, not even blushing much harder as her perfectly shaved crotch was revealed to the other players.Toko swallowed hard and Junko started to sweat. Their “secrets” were slowly becoming harder to hide. Chihiro was already shaking in fear, her own secret also on the cusp of being revealed. … “Pair of Threes. Enoshima Junko.” The Machine would say once the hands were dealt.Junko hung her head. “So… This is it, huh?” She would say with a huff. “FINE!” She would say, stomping her foot and standing up. “TAKE A GOOD FUCKING LOOK, BITCHES!” She would roar- Ripping off her skirt- Revealing that she had a cock! She would go even further, slipping into an I-Pose and showing her pussy too. “IM JUNKO FUCKING ENOSHIMA! AND I AIN’T SCARED TO SHOW WHAT I’M PACKING FUCKER!” She’d proclaim, flipping the bird too before sitting back down. Her trimmed, supermodel grade bush decorating her crotch and her balls.Chihiro blushed… Maybe… Even if she lost… This wouldn’t be so bad~…“Two Pair. Fives over Fours. Fujisaki Chihiro.” The machine would announce.“Um… Okay.” Chihiro would say, setting her cards down and sniffling as she slowly reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Only for two foam inserts to fall out! Tears started to run down her face as she simply handed the garment to Kiyoko. “Stop your fuckin’ crying! Who gives a shit that you stuff your shirt? I’ve done it for photoshoots! Big tits, small tits, no tits, who gives a single flying fuck.” Junko would say, slapping the table. Her harsh words actually helped a little bit. “Tits are tits. Size don't matter. Just like with cocks.” Chihiro… Smiled. Junko of all people still saw her as a girl?… “Two Pair. Sixes over twos. Kirigiri Kyoko.” The robot announced. “One life remaining.” “So that’s that, huh?” Kyoko would muse with a shrug. “At least the game master respects my wishes to keep my gloves on.” She would say, spreading her legs. “Look, Komaru~ Toko~ This is a pussy only Byakuya and Makoto have seen before now~ Is it pretty?” She would ask, spreading her pussy open for the two girls as her cheeks turned cherry red~ “Y-yeah. It is~” Komaru would moan. “Look at mine~ Toko~ Please look at me~” She’d say, spreading her own legs. Caught in the middle of the two excessively horny women, Toko and Chihiro were left blushing messes both~ And they were the only ones with clothes on. “Fuck~ Please let me lose so I can join them!” Junko would say as the next round of cards was dispensed. The girls traded out their cards, the two that were masturbating barely able to contain themselves. “High Card. Seven of Hearts. Naegi Komaru.” The machine would explain. “Player Eliminated. Pausing to await orgasm.” “Aww c’mon! Lemme jerk off!” Junko would say, throwing her cards onto the table, revealing the hand she had- Which had a single nine as the highest scoring card. “Kyoko~” “Komaru~” Now that there was a pause in the game, the two girls couldn’t help themselves~ Kyoko dragging her chair over to Komaru, and starting to scissor each other passionately~ Their pussies slammed against one another as the room was overwhelmed by the symphony of their moans. Junko watched with a raging erection, hand hovering over her cock as she watched on. Meanwhile both Chihiro and Toko were doing their best to completely ignore everything around them. Komaru had been waiting for two long at that point- So it wasn’t very long before she came- Squirting all over Kyoko’s crotch as she screamed out- Kyoko pulling away from her lesbian partner, but not stopping her self-pleasure just yet. “Naegi Komaru Orgasm- Detected. Game Over. Begin the execution.” … Execution? Everyone froze- Junko, Toko, Chihiro- Even Kyoko stopped her masturbation as a slot opened up from the table- And on it sat a pristine, beautiful .44 Magnum Revolver. “W-wait- Does that mean?” Chihiro would stutter, tears welling in her eyes again- At that moment. Something inside Komaru snapped. She snatched up the gun off the table, and handed it to Kyoko~ “Fuck~ Kyoko~ Kill me~ Shove the gun up my pussy and unload it~ Please~ I want you to do it~ Kill me killmekillme!” Komaru would say, losing her mind completely- And as she told Kyoko what to do- It was like the Ultimate Detective snapped as well~ “Alright~” She’d say, taking the gun from Komaru and eagerly shoving it up her cunt. Toko was unable to look away, watching in terrified horror- Was she actually going to…? Chihiro’s eyes were closed as she weeped loudly, not wanting Komaru to die, and not quite understanding why this was happening… But part of her secretly liked it~ Junko however… She was done hiding it~ Her facade melting away as she watched with a smile as Kyoko prepared to finish off Komaru- But even sweeter than that was Chihiro’s sweet, sweet DESPAIR . Kyoko fucked Komaru with the barrel of the large handgun- Pumping it in and out of her Boyfriend’s Sister’s pussy~ “Ready Komaru?” Kyoko would ask, pressing her forehead to the other girl’s~ “Yes! Finish me off~ Fuck~ Kyoko~ I’ve always loved you~” Komaru would moan, cumming around the gun~ “I love you too, Komaru~” Kyoko would muse, locking lips with Komaru- Click- THUMP! Click- THUMP! Click- THUMP! Click- THUMP! Click- THUMP! Click- THUMP! Click! Click! Click! Kyoko finally regained control of herself and realized she was out of ammo, having unloaded the hand cannon inside of Komaru~ Toko, seeing the hot pink blood gushing from Komaru’s cunt and the exit wounds of the bullets- And having watched her best friend die, summarily fainted.Chihiro just sat there in fear, shuddering as tears poured down her face.“Wonderful work Kyoko~” Junko would coo. “Look at how much despair you brought little Chihiro~” “Did I do good… Mistress?” Kyoko would ask, looking back at Junko, her brain completely rewired by whatever Junko had done to her. “Yes you did, my pet~ Come here~” The Blonde would muse, beckoning Kyoko with her finger. “High Card. Queen of Hearts. Enoshima Junko.” The machine would say, having cycled while Komaru was executed~ “One life remaining.” That was all Kyoko needed to hear in this state~ Climbing into Junko’s lap. “PLEASE! JUNKO! JUST LET ME GO!” Chihiro would weep, now knowing Junko was behind this. “No fucking way! We’re going until we’re all dead! Ahahahahahaha!” Junko would say with a laugh as Kyoko rode her cock. … Then “Toko” woke up. “Bleh… Where am I? Huh- Omaru? Oh fuck~ That’s hot~” The personality in control of Toko’s body would say, seeing the corpse of her best friend with benefits- With a hand cannon shoved up her cunt. “So… What’s all this? Strip Poker to the death? Sounds like fun~ I wish there were some cute boys around though…” The newly re-awakened personality would say, leaning on the table as the next round of cards were dispensed. “Welcome back~ Ultimate Murderous Fiend~ Genocider Syo~” Junko would coo, waving at Syo as she continued fucking Kyoko. “How do I play this again… Uh… I think this is good.” Syo would say. “P-pass.” Chihiro would say, curling up into a ball, having all but given up. “Pass!” Kyoko would cry out, bouncing on Junko’s cock. “Not bad~” Junko would muse as she looked at her final hand. “Pair. Threes. Genocider Syo.” The Mono-Dealer would say. “Damn.” Syo would, pulling off Toko’s boring underwear- Revealing the tally marks on her and Toko’s shared thigh, ones she had carved herself, mementos of each of her murders, as well as her cock, which was rock hard.Everyone except Syo passed the next hand.“High Card. Jack of Diamonds. Fujisaki Chihiro.” The machine would declare. Chihiro, fully broken at this point, didn’t care anymore removing her panties and throwing them aside, revealing her small cock, which was rock hard thanks to Junko’s meddling and… Due to the way she was sitting- Her lack of a pussy. Syo would gasp! “THERE IS A BOY HERE!” “NO!” Chihiro would bark at Syo- Surprising the Murderous fiend. “I. AM. A. GIRL!” She would declare. “I MAY HAVE BEEN BORN A BOY, BUT I’M A GIRL! NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE ELSE SAYS!” “... Fair enough.” Syo would say, shrugging, accepting Chihiro’s identity. “Final Hand.” The Machine would announce- Dispensing five cards each to Syo and Chihiro. Chihiro would snatch them up, reinvigorated, and Syo would do the same thing. Syo would discard two, Chihiro would send one. They got their cards back, and Chihiro’s energy left her as she dropped her cards. Ace of Hearts, King of Hearts, Queen of Hearts, Jack of Hearts…. 10 of Clubs. Syo would reveal her hand- Royal Flush. All Spades. “Genocider Syo. Winner.” The machine would say, dispensing one of the Ultimate Murderous Fiend’s hand crafted scissors~ “Oh~ Okay~ Playtime baby girl~ Let me get rid of that last little bit of boy on you~” She would say, her psyche and that of Chihiro shattering in that moment as they locked lips- One of Syo’s hands wrapping around Chihiro’s cock~ “Time to say goodbye, Kyoko~”  Junko would say, sinking her sharp fingernails into Kyoko’s thighs as she came inside the Ultimate Detective, filling her womb with potent seed despair~ “But… Mistress… You just came inside of me… What about our baby? Don’t you want her to experience despair?” Kyoko would ask, actually confused. “No~ Her Mommy’s despair is sweeter~” Junko would say with a chuckle as a noose descended from the ceiling and snatched up Kyoko- Yanking the Ultimate Detective off of her Mistress’ cock and into the air. The double doors finally opened as Kyoko started the dance of death, Junko scooting back to avoid getting kicked. “Oh~ Sister~ About time you joined us~ Did you enjoy the show?” “Yes~ I did, Sister~” Mukuro Ikusaba, the other half of the Ultimate Despair, and the Ultimate Soldier would say as she walked over to Komaru’s corpse- Pulling her handgun out of the girl’s pussy, wiping it off, ejecting the spent casings, and reloading the pistol. “Why bother reloading it? You’re never gonna use it again~” Junko would ask, stroking her cock idly as she watched her sister. “You wouldn’t understand even if I explained.” Mukuro would say, setting the clean, reloaded handgun on the table before reaching between her legs- Meanwhile, on the floor- Syo laughed as Chihiro came all over herself~ At the same time, she blew her fiendish load into Chihiro’s mouth, the trans girl swallowing all of Syo’s cum like a good slut~ “Ready to say goodnight, baby girl?” Syo would ask, opening her scissors and lining them up with the base of Chihiro’s cock~ “Yes, Mommy Syo! Chop of my worthless girlcock and kill me~ I’m ready~” Chihiro would say, looking up at Syo with hearts in her eyes- They would adjust positions again- Locking lips and French kissing for a few moments, their tongues forming a descendant dance between their mouths as Syo snipped the scissors closed- Severing Chihiro’s cock~ The freshly castrated trans girl humped the air, experiencing the strongest orgasm of her life- Spraying hot pink blood from the hole where her cock once was. But Syo wasn’t done~ Stabbing the scissors in their closed form into Chihiro’s neck~ The Ultimate Murderous Fiend stabbed Chihiro’s neck over and over and over and over and over again~ Not stopping, and not stopping their kiss until Chihiro finally stopped moving. Syo was left panting, licking her lips as she scooped up Chihiro’s cock, and dropped it into her hungry maw~ Her mouth becoming stained with hot pink blood as she munched on the severed member, savoring it like the tasty treat it was for her~ As she chewed, she would use her scissors to carve her callsign into Chihiro’s torso- BLOODLUST With that word spelled out in hot pink letters on Chihiro’s flat chest, Syo moved to kill herself~ She shoved the scissors between her own legs, and clipped them shut- Snipping off her own cock and cumming violently as she did~ She grabbed her severed cock and shoved it into Chihiro’s mouth, before carving two final tally marks into her thigh- One for her baby girl, and one for herself~ Then, fingering her cunt with her blood soaked hand, she collapsed, rapidly bleeding out from her crotch~ “I think that’s that~” Junko would say to Mukuro, who was sitting in her lap. “Looks that way.” The Ultimate Soldier would say bluntly, looking at Kyoko’s limp body. “Ready?” She’d ask, holding up a hand grenade she, still slick with her pussy juices. “I thought you’d never ask~” Junko would say, holding up the pin for the very same grenade~ “You snuffslut~” Mukuro would coo, letting the striker lever fly off. “No you~” Junko would muse as Mukuro pressed the grenade between their tits, the fuse rapidly running out as the sisters locked lips~ The last sensation Mukuro would ever feel was Junko’s cum flooding her- BOOM!

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“Good Hunter, you've done well, the night is near its end. Now I will show you mercy. You will die, forget the dream, and awake under the morning sun. You will be freed from this terrible Hunter's Dream." Gerhman ex[plained, smiling a comforting smile to the woman standing before him. She reminded him of Maria, in more one ways that one~

“And if I refuse?” Beatrice would answer, her grip on her weapon- The Blades of Mercy- Adjusting as she looked up at Gehrman from under the brim of her hat.

It seems that she was even more akin to Maria than he had hoped, and so he would slowly push himself up and out of his wheelchair.

“Dear, oh dear. What was it? The Hunt? The Blood? Or the horrible dream? Oh, it doesn't matter... It always comes down to the Hunter's helper to clean up after these sort of messes. Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt..." The old man would say, activating his weapon.

For several minutes after that, here at the end of a long, terrible night of horrors no human should ever bear witness too, Gehrman, the First Hunter, and Beatrice, his newest subject and one of the most promising hunters Yarnham had ever witnessed performed a deadly dance for all the Great Ones still alive to witness it.

Beatrice wielded the Blades of Mercy, a signature weapon of the Hunter of Hunters, Eileen- Who Beatrice had looked up to quite a lot before she met her end at the hands of the Bloody Crow of Cainhurst, and in her off hand, she wielded the Hunter’s Pistol. A trusty, reliable weapon she had had from the very beginning.

Their deadly dance kicked up the white flowers of the Dream as they traded blows- The Hunter injecting herself with more blood to replenish her vitality, while Gehrman’s natural strength was enhanced by the powers of the Great One who left him here to continue the hunt as a way to make him repent for his sins.

A flash of silver, the crack of a firearm- Gerhman’s rifle or Beatrice’s pistol- Both hunter’s fighting for what they believed was right.

Gehrman wanted to spare the girl from his fate, lest she become a slave just like he had.

But Beatrice refused to die, intent on continuing to live. She had survived the Hunt so far, so she would not let Gehrman end her here!

That’s when Beatrice saw it! Her opening! She dashed forward as Gehrman was recovering from a deadly slash with his Scythe-

Chink!

She separated the blades, splitting one into a pair of knives, but forcing her to drop her pistol- The moonlight and the flames consuming the Hunter’s Workshop glinting off the blades, as she cut clean through the older man.

“The night, and the dream, were long..." Gehrman would groan as he fell to his knees, dropping his weapon, kicking up even more of the white flowers- Before succumbing to his wounds, and falling into the flowers himself.

Beatrice reconnected the blades, flipping them back into their combined single state- And as she turned to grab her pistol, she felt something behind her.

Something powerful.

Something ancient.

Something unknowable.

Something…

Hungry.

The Moon Presence descended from the sky, landing in the field of flowers, kicking up more of the delicate plants before beginning to approach Beatrice with strange, otherworldly movements. It crawled forward on its hands and knees, its arms long and spindly, but its legs were short. Its head- If one could even call it that, covered in a mass of writhing tentacles, while a group of tails thrashed wildly behind it.

Everything in Beatrice’s body told her to run, but her body wouldn’t listen- Something about this creature enthralled her- She dropped her blades into the flowers, and raised her hand to this creature. Looking at it filled her mind with knowledge no mortal should have- Her head screaming in pain as it was forced to take in this unknowable, ageless, eldritch information. Still her body continued to tell her to run, but still it would not listen. The creature wrapped its arms around her, and brought her to its “face”- And the tentacles covering its “head” began to swarm her body-

They wrapped around her wrists and ankles, Beatrice tried to resist, but her arms would not listen to her as her mind was overwhelmed by the sheer presence of this creature.

With a single swipe of its clawed hand, it tore away her Hunter’s garb, shredding the black garment in an instant, leaving Beatrice in only her undergarments. Black, lacey garments she had found in the guest rooms of Castle Cainhurst, and borrowed to wear for herself.

The Moon Presence took the time to inspect her body- And it could tell. She would make a suitable host for its child! Its eldritch tendrils wrapping around her lingerie before tearing it away from her body- Freeing her breasts- As well as her cock~ Of course the Great One was not interested in her masculine parts- One of its eagerly ramming into her pussy- Filling her deeper than she knew was possible! Beatrice’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as the impossible amount of pain and pleasure of being filled so completely shattered her already fragile psyche. 
 
Of course, the Moon Presence knew what stimulus Humans responded well to- And so it wrapped another tendril around her cock. Another pair grabbed her breasts, and a fourth snaked up the Hunter’s body to her lips. The appendage wriggled against her lips for a moment before parting them and slipping inside, Beatrice unable to resist the intruder or even simply bite down on the appendage as her mind was already broken by this creature older than time itself.

Within her pussy, in her deepest depths, the tentacle seeking to impregnate her managed to squeeze past her cervix, even the tight sphincter meant to prevent entry into the origin point of life itself was no match for the impossibly ancient power, knowledge, and authority held by the Moon. With every inward thrust of the appendage, Beatrice’s entire body shook, only barely able to withstand the punishment being doled out to it.

The tips of the tendrils groping the Hunter’s breasts angled themselves at her nipples, and somehow penetrated the sensitive pink  nubs, every part of her anatomy being painfully simple to the Great One who had chosen her as its bride. Same with her cock, the tendril around it constricted and its tip pressed against and slowly penetrated her urethra- Filling her cock just as easily as it violated every other part of her body. She was barely conscious at this point, but still able to feel every second of the complete violation of her mortal body. The appendage that had slid into her maw having filled her throat and threatened to wind its way down into her stomach, but somehow still allowing Beatrice to breathe.

Beatrice’s ears rang painfully as a blazing red light overwhelmed her vision- But she could feel every tendril inside of her thrust as deeply as they could manage, filling her completely- And she felt… Something- Some Eldritch equivalent of semen beginning to pump into her- Flooding her stomach, attacking her own sperm, filling her breasts to the point of bursting- And most importantly savagely seeking her eggs in the hope that just one would be able to survive and carry the Child of the Moon.

However, the creature’s assault did not stop- Once It had finished it’s orgasm, it resumed its violation of Beatrice’s body, her mind now completely blank as she was ravaged, unable to withstand the overwhelming amount of ancient knowledge it was being bombarded with as a side effect of the Moon Presence forcing it’s spawn into her. Her body quaked with its own orgasm, her sex quivering around the Great One’s appendages, and her cock attempting to spray cum, but finding itself unable to do so, her balls now filled with whatever the Moon Presence’s essence could be called.

Slowly, the tendrils retreated from her orifices, pulling out of her breasts, blood and the Eldritch fluids of the great one leaking from her nipples. Then they pulled out of her cock, that same eldritch slime leaking from her member which quickly went flaccid without the impossible stimulation it had been receiving. Her body sputtered and coughed weakly once the tendril that had filled her mouth was removed, her body shuddered as she still found herself unable to do anything voluntarily. Lastly, the appendage that had impregnated her removed itself- A gush of the Eldritch slime followed in its wake, the arcane liquid tinged with the Hunter’s blood. The Moon had completely destroyed the Hunter, but it was not done yet. This mortal had killed its underling, and so she would have to serve as his replacement, surely she could manage to play the same role as the First Hunter whilst carrying the Moon’s offspring~
 
Beatrice was brought face to face with the creature, that ringing sound and the blood red light flooding her senses yet again as the Moon Presence pressed it’s forehead to hers- The Eyes Inside opened wide as once again Beatrice’s feeble mortal mind found itself unable to withstand the true nature of the creature cradling her like its lover. Still holding her by her extremities, it brought its hands to the sides of her head, and with a single decisive motion, tore it from her neck, dropping her violated body into the flowerbed beneath it as it held her head aloft- Her blank visage stained by the crimson light of the Blood Moon.
 
…

But as soon as the Hunter’s senses faded into blackness, and she thought she was dead- Her eyes would begin to flutter open once again, the soft creaking of wheels slowly filling her ears. Her head swam, her memories foggy and faint, her brain barely able to recreate the vision of what had happened to her body before her demise. She looked up and saw the steps leading up into the Workshop, and realized she was in Gehrman’s wheelchair. Not only that, but her clothes were restored, leaving her covered head to toe in black clothing. Her Blade of Mercy rested on the left hand side of her hip, and her pistol on the opposite.

Her body did not have the energy left to listen to her commands, her arms and legs refused to move at all. Her head pounded with the aftershocks of the unknowable knowledge the Moon Presence had filled it with sheerly by being in front of her. She tried to speak, but even that was too much strain on her exhausted body, her throat screaming in agony as she tried to speak after the ravaging it had received, as did the rest of her body, leaving her feeling drained to the furthest extent of the word. And then she felt it, something deep inside of her- The stirring of the Moon’s Child- Every Great One loses its child, and then yearns for a surrogate- Or perhaps… A replacement? As she realized she was carrying it’s child, her head throbbed harder than ever before- Madness tearing at the edge of her mind as the pain threatened to knock her out.

The wheelchair then slowed to a stop, and the soft clicking of a familiar pair of shoes clicking against the stone pathway replaced the creaking of the rusted wheels of the chair- And Beatrice’s only companion- The Doll modeled after Lady Maria, appeared on her left side

“And so the hunt begins again.” The Plain doll would lament, kneeling next to her beloved Hunter, her new master, placing her cold, porcelain hand on top of Beatrice’s- The cold, hard material sapping what little warmth was left on the Hunter’s skin. Now, Beatrice had taken Gehrman’s place. Becoming the plaything and bride of the Moon, now carrying its child in her tummy. The one who would continue the Hunts until someone took her place. The caretaker of this horrible place- This horrible Hunter’s Nightmare.

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D.Va found herself humming the tune to her theme song as she tuned up her mech- She had noticed some small issues during her last battle- Ones that nobody less familiar with her mech would even notice, but she did. Nobody knew this war machine quite as well as she did. Even such minor problems could cause issues if left unchecked, so of course she was eager to repair them.

She was clad in… Barely anything at all. Fine tuning her mech while wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and her panties. Once she thought the mech’s weapon was properly calibrated, she would step down from the stepladder and place her wrench on the cart where the rest of her tools were sitting, and wiped the machine grease off of her hands with a rag before moving to climb into the cockpit, sliding into position was like second nature to the Pro-Gamer at this point. She turned the mech on, the machine coming to life around her, her HUD coming online.

She moved the controls, her mech responding as quickly as she expected it to. She took aim with the arm she had noticed the errors on, and squeezed the trigger- The barrels spinning at their expected rate, but no bullets coming out- As intended by the pilot, of course. She’d rather not blow a fresh set of holes in the wall of her Garage if she could help it. She maneuvered the machine out to the testing range, and took aim again. She squeezed the triggers and smiled as the guns roared to life! She bit her lip a little as the feel of her beloved machine made her cock stir in her panties.

She decided to really put the mech through its paces, flying around the testing range, blasting targets with her guns, destroying others with her rockets, spinning around and blocking a barrage of imaginary projectiles with her defensive matrix- And then she kept going. Living out an entire battle in her head, without ever ejecting to use her mech like bomb as she would in a true life-or-death situation.

The Korean girl moaned as she pulled off extremely precise maneuvers, shuddered in ecstasy as she destroyed target after target with her battle mech, and soon enough she found herself panting. She came to a stop for a moment, eagerly shoving down her panties and pressing a secret button- Revealing an onahole like opening she had installed specifically for moments like these~ Her beloved mech and her skills as it’s pilot made her so horny after all, so why not install a way to quite literally fuck her mech~? She let out a soft, melodic moan as she tucked herself in- And activated the function to make the mech pleasure her automatically as she continued testing it’s limits~

And pleasure her it did, the pseudo-pussy squeezing her cock lovingly as she continued the training course, she could feel orgasm quickly building up- This training session was really getting to her- Her perfectly tuned mech more erotic for the Pro-Gamer than any pornography she could watch~ She skidded to a stop and turned to face a line of training mechs- But in her mind, it was a far more formidable force- A group of Female Talon Operatives- All aiming their weapons at her and unloading!

“Not -hahh- So fast!” D.Va would coo as she activated Defense Matrix against the attacks, envisioning far more bullets getting stopped by the automated defense feature. And as soon as the matrix fell, she squeezed all of the attack buttons at once- Unloading her cannons and missiles at the same time. The explosions reflected in the girl’s pupils as she shredded the automated drones, moaning loudly as she imagined they were instead Talon cunts getting blasted to smithereens by her perfect offensive capabilities.

Skin tight suits shredded by bullets that tore into breasts, abs, cocks, and beautiful faces, all before being turned to ash by a hail of rockets- Severed limbs and chunks of girlmeat flying about in D.Va’s mind as she wrapped up the imaginary battle- Cumming into the pocket pussy as she started to come back to her senses- She quivered as the powerful orgasm rocker her body- It wasn’t quite as strong as if she had been in a real fight, or even once she had given herself during online pro-games.

As her orgasm finally came to a stop, she pulled out of the pocket-pussy and pulled up her panties, closing the secret compartment before marching her mech back to the hangar.

…

Once she arrived back in the hangar, D.Va would properly dock her Mech before pressing the button to open the hatch- And nothing happened? She pushed it again- Still nothing? Fuck. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened- But it was never fun when it did- She managed to fully turn around in the cramped cockpit- And went to manually open the hatch- Only for the handle to not move an inch- Uh-oh. It wasn’t opening. Why wasn’t it opening?!

A sultry voice would let out a chuckle that the Korean girls as entirely deaf to as Sombra, Talon’s Ace Hacker had been the one to seal D.Va into her mech- Intent on making sure the girl’s beloved mech would also become her tomb!

She performed another hack- Triggering the mech’s self destruct~

D’Va heard her mech’s reactor rev up- She knew what that noise meant! It was going to self-destruct!? Did she hit the button with her foot? No. That wasn’t possible! She doubled down her efforts to open the hatch-

“CMON! OPEN UP!” She would growl, before finally the hatch opened! She clawed her way forward- Trying to climb out before-!

It was too late.

D.Va saw everything in slow motion as her Mech was swallowed by a blinding green light- And she was flung outward by the force of the explosion! She flew across the hangar before landing on her torso- Smoking metal raining down around her- And so she covered her head to make sure she didn’t get hit by any of it. Once it stopped, she went to breathe a sigh of relief- Before the adrenaline wore off, and was replaced by a surge of pain! She pushed herself up and her eyes went wide as she saw the mangled stumps that remained were once her legs! She started to crawl away, the cold floor scratching at her bare skin as her panties and most of her shirt had also been destroyed. She had to call Mercy- Or Ana- Someone! As long as she got the help she needed she’d be able to survive this!

Only for a pair of legs, clad in black and white mechanized boots with slight heels stepped into her path.

“Where do you think you’re going, amiga?” Sombra would ask, aiming her machine pistol at D.Va-

“S-sombra!? You- Have to- Help me- Please! I-” D.Va stuttered, forced to stop as she coughed up blood onto the cold stone floor. “I don’t- Wanna… Die!”

Sombra simply giggled. “Aw, your poor thing~ I’m sure your friends will miss you dearly, but I’m afraid I was sent here to do just that~” Sombra would say, taking a knee in front of the girl.

D.Va squeaked pitifully as Sombra grabbed her chin- Her sharp nails digging into D.Va’s soft skin- But then she pushed D.Va away, and stood up, rolling the girl over.

“Hasta luego, mi amiga~” Sombra would coo, before taking aim- A red dot appearing right below D.Va’s chest before Sombra squeezed the trigger- The barrel of her pistol screaming to life as she dumped the entire magazine of her weapon into D.Va’s tits- 60 rounds getting dumped into her perky, well rounded chest in just shy of three seconds, shredding the mounds of flesh and punching 5 dozen holes in the life-giving organ they protected, splattering the white portions of Sombra’s Talon Uniform with crimson as she mag-dumped into the Pro-Gamer turned soldier.

Sombra stood over D.Va’s corpse with a smile, her contract was complete. Hana Song, aka D.Va, the Mech Pilot of Overwatch was eliminated~ The Mexican hacker wasn’t done though~ With how quickly she could make her escape, and the fact that she had taken the time to disable the cameras on the way in, she knew that nobody would ever find out she was the one responsible for D.Va’s death~ So she decided she’d have some fun before she departed~ She’d free her cock from the confines of her pants, and eagerly shove her thick, brown Latino cock down D.Va’s throat~

¡Dios Mio! Her throat was tight~ Even if it wasn’t responding to her dick inside of it like a living throat would, it was a nice snug fit for the hacker- Forcing her cock into the Korean girl’s throat, her nuts slapping against D.Va’s face with each inward thrust, gaining restrained, but intentional moans of arousal from the Mexican futa as she humped the face of her dead enemy~ She’d been looking forward to this~ Ever since she was given the job of killing Hana, she had dreamed of fucking her corpse~ Sombra had actually been expecting the girl to escape the Self-Destruct unharmed, but since she wasn’t wearing her combat suit she came out a little worse for wear than Sombra had intended~

“Tracking down this little facility of yours was worth it, just for this throat~” She’d muse aloud, squeezing D.Va’s throat, and thusly squeezing her cock inside of it~ She could already feel her first orgasm coming on, just from listening to D.Va fucking her mech earlier, and from snuffing the girl so brutally~ She sped up the pace, fucking D.Va’s throat faster and faster, her nuts now loudly slapping against the dead girl’s slack face- And finally the Latino Hacker felt her balls clench as she crested the edge and orgasmed, painting D.Va’s throat white as she came. Sombra’s eyes fluttered as she came, but she pulled out of D.Va’s throat rather quickly- Intent on using the other holes her corpse offered her~ Sombra rolled Hana back over, crouching down and giving the girl’s ass a slap. Even without her legs, the girl’s body was lovely, and the Hacker was happy to have it all to herself, even if she couldn’t keep it~

Spreading D.Va’s ass cheeks apart, Sombra would slowly sink her length into the Korean girl’s ass~ Hana’s ass was absurdly tight- The gamer girl having never done anal sex before, but given the adult content she posted online, it was no surprise that the girl’s ass was well maintained and clean~ Sombra let out a soft moan as she finally bottomed out, her length buried inside Hana’s post-mortem asshole~

The Mexican Hacker slowly got to work- Assuming she was running out of time~ So she grabbed Hana’s head with one hand to keep herself balanced as she started to fuck the dead girl beneath her- Her length violating the depths of Hana’s asshole- The pressure inside the girl’s rear forcing her to piss herself in death, a puddle of murky yellow spilling out to mix with the deep crimson blood as the slapping of Sombra’s thighs against D.Va’s as she plundered the Korean girls ass for every ounce of pleasure she could get- And that's when the knocking started! She had assumed correctly that she was running out of time, but she didn’t realize it was that little~ She primed her translocator and kept fucking, intent on finishing herself off before D.Va’s friends burst into the room.

The banging grew louder and louder, and Sombra’s fucking grew faster and faster with each passing moment- The dark skinned woman felt a wave of euphoria wash over her as she orgasmed, and at that same moment, the door to the hangar finally burst open- And Sombra activated her translocator- Teleporting out of the building and removing herself from D.Va’s body. She found herself in her safe house, sitting on the floor- Cock throbbing in the open air and splattering more cum on the floor as she tried to catch her breath. Damn… If all of these Overwatch girls were as lovely as D.Va, she might have to hunt them all down~ Maybe she’d pay that British gal- Tracer- And her girlfriend a visit~

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A Tyger Claw goon tossed the butt of her cigarette over the edge of the balcony, stretching out and picking up her rifle before heading back inside the penthouse apartment her Boss was using as a safehouse. Stepping through the door and not realizing a fox had followed her inside~Using the local subnet, a Netrunner going under the alias “Krystal” (named after some video game character from 70+ years ago) smirked- Watching on her datapad as the Tyger Claws let her into their den without even knowing~ Slipping through Cameras in a fraction of a second, and breaching the safehouse. Now that she was in, she began taking count of targets… She counted… Twelve. Twelve guards. Seven with assault rifles, four armed with shotguns, and one particularly large bitch wielding only a katana. On top of them was her target, isolated in her Safe Room. Not a single camera inside- At least none that were connected to the Local Net, and the ICE was too thick to hack remotely. So she’d have to get to the door and hack the keypad manually. Of course the gig wouldn't be that easy. There was always a catch. But it was nothing she couldn’t handle~ She simply surveyed the layout of the penthouse one more time. She had already unlocked the front door for herself, so she’d be able to get inside once she had cleared out all these goons. She watched them all at once, like the penthouse was her digital playground- And quickly figured out who was watching who…First up was the bitch stuck guarding the door, busy scrolling the web and clearly trying to wait till the end of her shift before shoving her whole hand into her cunt, but she would never get the chance. Krystal’s eyes flashing in the confines of the vacant room she was hiding in as she cast the “System Collapse” hack on the unsuspecting Claw- The girl seizing up before collapsing. She hadn’t flatlined, but she wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon.Next was the one who had allowed her into the Penthouse in the first place, the woman was getting a beer from the fridge as one of her friends talked her ear off- “- You should’ve seen the look on his face! It was like the guy had never scrolled an XBD before.” The friend would say before suddenly- Sparks sprayed from her head- Her friend snapping around before her own cyberware burst into flames- The girls were unable to even scream before they collapsed, one in a puddle of her own piss, and the other’s brain had rapidly turned to a boiling pink soup inside her skull. Of course one of the nearby guards heard the thuds of bodies hitting the floor and went to investigate, but the moment she crossed the doorway, she too was hit with several instances of Cyberware Malfunction- Frying her cyberware in a flash- Including the Mr.Studd in her pants~ The prosthetic equine phallus rapidly getting hard- The sheer size allowing it to rip clean through her pants, and causing her to cum all over the floor and her dead comrade whose head was still smoldering after getting hit by Overheat before she collapsed alongside the other two ladies.Next were the three in the longue- Two of them scrolling an XBD together and engaging in some mutual masturbation~ One girl’s hand wrapped around her partner’s cock, and that partner’s hand in the first girl’s pants. The third had clearly given up on ignoring them and was idly jerking off to the noises the other two were making while looking at something on her computer. Krystal watched them play for a moment while deciding what she should do… And then started hacking- But not the people- She targeted their weapons first- Disabling every firearm in the room before finally sending the girl not  parking in the Braindance into a Cyberpsychosis-like fury~ The girl immediately stopped jerking off, and reached for her assault rifle- Squeezing the trigger, nothing happened- so she tossed it aside and snatched up a knife off the table, exactly what Krystal wanted her to do~ With no hesitation, she walked over and shoved the knife into the heart of the female Tyger Claw watching the braindance, causing the hand on the Futa’s cock to go limp, and before the Futa to really question it- Her throat was slit by her now insane comrade. Krystal disabled the Cyberpsychosis hack, and watched as the Tyger Claw came back to her senses- She readied another hack- But continued watching as the Tyger Claw gal did something she didn’t expect- Quickly pulling down the female Claw’s pants and fucking her next to the corpse of her dead girlfriend, whose still erect cock she eagerly took into her mouth. She watched for a while until she saw the proper signals for both the futa who had been watching the braindance and the futa she turned psycho achieving orgasm- The formers cyberware still online even after her death- And before the girl could even remove herself from the dead girl’s cunt- Krystal finally unleashed her hack- Watching the Necrophile Futa panic as she picked up the knife she had used to kill her friends- And jam it into her own neck, before falling on top of the other two corpses in a lewd, bloody pile of Japanese meat~Seven down, five left~ She found two Claws in the next room over, one having dozed off on the couch while her friend surfed the channels- The sleeping girl was fried without much fanfare, her friend looking over as her friend’s now limp body slumped over, and then spasmed as her synapses were scorched instantaneously by Krystal’s Netrunner skills.Two claws remained, one outside the bosses room, and the other one the patio. She once again used Suicide on the one standing on the patio, watching with sadistic glee as the woman climbed up on the ledge before throwing herself off of it. Hearing the telltale crunch from the ground below accompanied by the screaming of nearby citizens.Lastly was the oversized bitch guarding the door- Krystal saw no need to do anything fancy with her- Simply casting Synapse burnout through the Camera, frying the woman’s circuits before she unplugged and made her move, walking across the hallway in her skin-tight suit meant to resemble the very character whose name she had stolen.Once she was inside, she pulled out her custom, suppressed Smart Pistol and put three rounds in the door guard, finishing her off. Next she walked into the kitchen, smelling the acrid stench of piss and burnt flesh from the girls she had fried in here- One of them was still alive- But unconscious thanks to Short Circuit. She made sure to stop and slit the girl’s throat, ending her life in total silence. Crossing the kitchen over the girl with the oversized horse cock under her limp body, she walked up the stairs to where the big boss’ safe room was-Only to see the hulking woman from before somehow managing to pick herself up off the floor. “Fuck.” Krystal would say to herself as the woman looked up and charged at her- Completely forgoing her blade as the Gorilla Arms she had installed flexed- Krystal managed to duck under the punch, slashing the girl’s stomach- But not a big enough gash to spill her guts as she did. The cut only seemed to piss the giant off more! Krystal tried to use her hacking to finish the gargantuan woman off, but to no avail- The woman’s offense was that relentless! Sliding under the woman’s legs after she threw another wild punch, Krystal spun around and unloaded her pistol, dumping the handgun’s magazine into the huge woman who had turned around only for her abs, tits, and crotch to get sprayed with bullets- Which… Unfortunately only did superficial damage- of course this She-Hulk was packing some dense Subdermal Armor! She rushed Krystal down once again, both arms out to try and give her bear hug- Only for the woman to grab at thin air. Leaving to look around for her opponent. “Where are you cunt?” The gorilla of a woman would ask in Japanese, her words auto-translating for the cloaked Netrunner she was fighting- Her voice barely above a low, guttural growl on behalf of the internal damage done by Krystal’s hacks. Then, from the tactical cloak- Out flew an object- The magazine from the Smart Pistol! It hit the woman in the face, causing some superficial damage, only for her to feel something sinking into her crotch, followed by a pressure as Krystal decloaked- Unloading the pistol again, point blank this time, into the now vulnerable crotch of the giant woman! Shredding her cock, her womb, and everything else in there in a matter of seconds. The way the woman was left reeling by the assault gave Krystal all the time she needed to blast the Woman’s brain with all the hacks she could fire off, frying the woman’s entire central nervous system and turning her brain into useless mush. The giant woman collapsed, and Krystal breathed a sigh of relief. She had never been good at physical combat. She should’ve known a massive cunt like that would take more than a single hack to go down… She shook her head out, reloaded her pistol, and stood up. She tucked the pistol into her holster, and her knife into its own as she walked over to the door, extending her Interface Plug to jack into the access point for the door. Sure it was an older piece of hardware, but it was more robust than a run of the mill personal link. It suited Krystals needs better. The door slid open, and Krystal walked in. “How many time do I have to- Who the fuck are you! GUARDS!” The Tyger Boss would call, looking to the doorway. “Your goons are all dead, Miss Shizuka Miyake.” Krystal would muse, crossing her arms. “Fuck. So you’re here to kill me, is that it?” The Japanese woman would growl. “How much are they paying you to flatline me? I’ll triple it! Hell, I’ll quintuple it if you tell me who they are!” “Sorry, but I don’t take bribes from psychos like you who murder innocent people.” Krystal would explain, crossing her arms. “And you’re any better? You killed my girls! You’re just as bad as I am!” Shizuka would spit back, pointing at Krystal. “You’re right. I’m no better than the villains of this city- But at least I spend my time and resources killing cunts like you instead of innocent Night Citizens just to get my sick kicks. You can die now.” Krystal would say, initiating the Suicide hack. “Wait- Wait! Seriously! Let me go! You’ll never see me again! I promise!” The woman would ask as she watched her own arm reach for the pistol in the drawer she had opened up when Krystal stepped in- Grabbing the gun and raising it up- Pointing it up under her chin- “I’ll pay you! Whatever you want! I swea-” POP! And with that, Shizuka Miyake, one of the most fearsome Tyger Claw Bosses in Night City, was dead. Krystal would have to wait a few days before she received payment for a job well done, but she decided she should get to enjoy the fruits of her labor before she left the penthouse for good. She would heft the woman’s corpse up and out of her chair, laying her on her desk and yanking down her pants- Admiring the dead woman’s toned ass- Fitting for a Claw, she probably could fight just as well as any of her goons if Krystal had given her the chance.Unzipping her Netrunning Suit, Krystal would fish out her cock, and hungrily tuck it into the dead Tyger Claw’s pussy~ She was so pent up~ Frying bitches brains always got her going, and she got to watch the blood orgy that happened in the lounge on top of that? It was no surprise that she was rock hard before she even set foot in the penthouse for herself. With her job done and no badges on the way, she could take all the time she wanted to enjoy this cunt’s corpse for herself~ She’d moan at how lovely the woman’s cybernetically enhanced pussy felt, gripping her cock like a Joytoy made to pleasure her and her alone~ The dead woman’s brain providing just enough power to keep the sexual cyberware functioning for a few more minutes. Krystal moaned as she doubled over, leaning on the dead woman’s body as her humping grew more and more wild, the Netrunner’s moans were the only sounds left echoing through the penthouse as she violated the corpse of her target. She buried herself balls deep in the dead woman, cumming hard, flooding the woman’s womb with her seed before slowly pulling herself out, letting out a soft sigh~ She pondered what she’d use the money on… Mr.Studd did just release a Canine Model, which would fit her nicely as her namesake was an anthropomorphic fox… Maybe she’d look into that later, but for now? She had a penthouse of dead Japanese sluts to enjoy~

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“It’s a bright sunny day here in Galar’s Wyndon Stadium as the Champion Cup continues!” The News Reporter would say to her camera woman. “According to the official bracket released by the Pokemon League here in galar, the next match is between one of our newest challengers- Younger sister of Spikemuth’s very own Gym leader, Piers- A girl by the name of Marnie- And here she comes now!”

The Camera would pan away from the woman speaking to zoom in on the dark haired girl who was making her way out into the field, her expression remaining neutral as she waved to the crowd, a particularly rowdy section clad in colors matching the girl getting extra loud as she entered the field.

“And her opponent, in an unfortunate turn of events, is Allister! The Stow-on-Side Gym leader!” The Reporter would say, her camera woman spinning around to look at the boy emerging from the other side of the stadium- The lights dimming as a fog flowed from the entrance, before Allister’s eyes lit up the darkness- Allowing the boy to make quite the dramatic entrance! “Bone chilling entrance aside- Allister has quite the challenge ahead of him against Marnie’s Dark Type Pokemon!”

Both contenders walked to the center of the stadium, Allister looking up at Marnie, raising his hand up to her.

“M-may the best trainer win.” Allister would say from behind his mask.

“I look forward to winning, then~” Marnie would reply, confident against the boy, but shaking his hand like a good sport before they both parted ways and went to their respective sides of the stadium.

Both trainers were armed with a full team of six pokemon, but as if the type advantage wasn't enough- Marnie had a secret trump card that nobody- Not even her Brother knew about. They both grabbed a pokeball, and a countdown commenced- And at the sound of the buzzer- They both released their first pokemon-

Allister sent out his Dusknoir, the Ghost-type roaring as its opponent- Marnie’s Liepard, materialized before it, the cat-pokemon returning a roar of its own.

The battle had begun!

Allister took the lead, sending in Dusknoir to hit Liepard with Thunder Punch!

Marnie’s cat stared down the charging ghost, unleashing her Torment before dodging out of the way of the electrically charged punch- But of course Allister would not let it stop there, ordering Dusknoir to keep up the attacks! The Ghost’s other fist became wreathed in shadow- This punch striking true, but doing far less damage due to Liepard’s Dark Typing.

With Torment’s effects, Dusknoir essentially had to swap between the two punches, one of shadow, one of lightning- Neither able to land a proper blow as Liepard continued decreasing its stats with Snarl. Finally, Allister had had enough, and had Dusknoir use Rock Tomb- Glowing rocks appearing over Liepard and crashing down on top of the feline, being enough to knock the agile cat out after all the damage the punches had done over time.

“Good work Liepard, get some rest.” Marnie would whisper, the red beam calling her pokemon back to its ball as she grabbed the next ball off of her hip- Calling forth Toxicroak! If Allister wanted a battle of punches, he’d get one!

Toxicroak lead with Toxic at Marnie’s command, blocking the Thunder Punch with it’s elbow before stabbing it’s opponent with one of the venomous barbs on its fist- inflicting a deadly poison on its Ghost-Type opponent. Then it followed up with a Sucker Punch- Inflicting heavy damage to the opposing Pokemon thanks to its type advantage. The Ghost type countered with a Shadow Punch- Landing a blow to Toxicroak’s face, to which the frog just responded with a disappointed croak before delivering a Venoshock- Dealing extra damage thanks to the poison already coursing through Dusknoir’s body! With how far Dusknoir’s stats had been reduced, its attacks dealt no damage, so it was no time at all before it fainted- Giving in to the Toxic poison.

“Damnit… I could barely scratch her Toxicroak… Lets see here…” Allister said, drumming his fingers over his pokeballs as he tried to select the next one to send out- Before settling on one of them- That being Mimikyu!

The cloth ghost masquerading as a Pikachu appeared before Marnie and her Toxicroak- To which she commanded it to deliver it’s toxic poison again- Only to be caught a little off guard as Mimkyu used it’s Baby-Doll eyes to try and convince the other pokemon that it was not a threat- But the Toxic payload of Toxicroak’s barbs was already delivered.

Looking back to Marnie for reassurance, the trainer nodded to her Pokemon, and commanded it to use Swagger! Displaying a bravado that enraged the Mimikyu- But it was made a little scary when Allister had the Mimikyu use Hone Claws in response- Increasing it’s attacking ability further!

The two trainers gave their commands- And before Mimikyu could execute it’s Shadow Sneak- A punch from Toxicroak slammed into its “face”- Breaking the Disguise of the Mimikyu, the false head simply going limp before Mimikyu melted into the shadows, appearing behind Toxicroak and delivering a barrage of attacks to the frog’s back, the boosts to Mimikyu’s attack power negating any defensive perks of Toxicroak’s dark typing.

The Frog would counter-attack with a Venoshock- Only to fall immediately after to a Slash from Mimkyu’s claws! The Toxicroak collapses before being called back by Marnie. She nodded solemnly, she had simply gotten unlucky. Allister’s luck would not last as she called out her Scrafty! Immediately having the Dark and Fighting type use Scary Face to frighten Mimikyu. Making it hesitant to attack, but Allister commanded it to attack anyway, and so it obeyed! Slashing out at Scrafty- But hurting itself in confusion! The toxins inside the Ghost Type being enough to finish it off after landing such a powerful attack on itself.

Allister’s next pokemon was Chandelure! Marnie decided to forego the status moves this time- Simply ordering Scrafty to use Crunch! As the Pokemon sunk its teeth into the Ghost Type, it would aim its flames at the pokemon- Using Will-O-Wisp to inflict a burn on it, scorching the Pokemon’s flesh and reducing its ability to attack. As Scrafty was left reeling from the burn, Chandelure would unleash its Mystical Fire! The fiery blast slamming into Scrafty and dealing good damage, but the Pokemon would not disobey its trainer- Once again sinking its teeth into Chandelure, doing good damage!

Chandelure was not looking so good, even if Scrafty’s second crunch was weaker than the first, it still hit hard and with type effectiveness, things were not looking good for Allister. On top of that, Scrafty shed it’s skin- Removing the weakness left behind by the burn. Allsiter accepted his fate and commanded Chandelure to use Mystical Fire once again- The attack hitting true- Only for Scrafty’s third Crunch to finish what the first two had started.

Now down a pokemon compared to his opponent, Allister decided to call out his Cursola- The creature appearing, ready to finish off Marnie’s Scrafty.

“Give Cursola a parting gift! Use Scary Face!” Marnie would command, and Scrafty followed its orders- Glaring at Cursola, only for the Ghost-Type to call forth Ancient Power and attack Scrafty, finishing it off despite having its speed reduced. Marnie called back her Scrafty, thanking it for its service as she reached for her next pokeball- And stopped- Instead skipping to the one after that- She wouldn’t reveal her trump card just yet. Instead she’d call forth her partner and best friend- Morpeko!

The tiny electrical mouse stared down the ghost-type, unfettered as Marnie commanded it to use Torment- She could not allow Cursola the chance to get it’s stats boosted by Ancient Power, so Torment prevented it from using the move over and over again- Unfortunately, that was the exact move Allister had tried- Cursola unable to do so as Morpeko changed into its Hangry Form! Marnie ordered it to attack- Using its signature move, Aura Wheel! The mouse slammed into Cursola with a wheel of Dark Energy, increasing its speed in the process, not only that, but it reduced Cusrola’s defenses, but negated part of the speed reduction caused by Scary Face!

Allister followed up by ordering Cursola to use Strength Sap- Draining Morpeko’s Attack Power and recovering some of the damage it had taken! Marnie then gave the order to use Bite- Morpeko sinking its teeth into the spectral remains of Cursola’s branches- and getting a lucky flinch as Cursola had been commanded to use Ancient Power again, sure its speed was back to normal now, but Morpeko was faster and Cursola’s defenses continued to weaken! Now back in Hangry Mode, Marnie ordered Morpeko to use Aura Wheel once again- The attack once again dealing great damage to Cursola, despite the reduced strength of the pokemon using it. Allister had it use Strength Sap again, weakening Morpeko further- But getting diminishing returns to its health. Morpeko once again ran in and Bit Cursola, finishing the ghost type off for good mostly thanks to its weakened armor, but Morpeko’s stats had been greatly reduced as a result. Allister swallowed his pride as he pulled Cursola back to its ball, grabbing the second to last ball on his hip- Calling forth his Polteageist!

Allister’s next Pokemon had Weak Armor as well- So Marnie decided to let Morpeko stay out- The mouse moving around like it was hyper on caffeine thanks to its speed boosts- Even as it entered Hangry Mode again- rushing down Polteageist with Aura Wheel! Allister was quick on the draw though- Having Polteageist put up its Protect at the last second! The attack did no damage, but increased Morpeko’s speed yet again as it changed back to its normal form.

Marnie looked down at her companion, and decided she just had to keep using him for now. Allister had Polteageist use Nasty Plot, only for Marnie to land another Bite, cracking the Teapot Polteageist was inside of, increasing it’s speed further while reducing it’s defenses- Allister bit the bullet and took that trade again- This time with an Aura Wheel- Increasing Polteageist’s power through the roof while Morpeko continued to get faster! Polteageist channeled all of that power into a Giga Drain- Sucking Morpeko’s strength out of it- Leaving it to collapse while the Teapot recovered all of its lost health. Marnie winced as she was forced to call back Morpeko- She had made quite a mess now that Polteageist was so powerful- But she had not one but two solutions remaining!

She reached for the first solution- The one all of her fans knew and loved- Calling out her Grimmsnarl!

“You’re annoying me. Die.” Marnie commanded. “Spirit Break!”

And Grimmsnarl would happily oblige- Powering through the shadow ball from Polteageist as its arm began glowing pink before it threw a devastating punch into Polteageist- Destroying the Pokemon in a single blow thanks to how much its defenses had been reduced by Morpeko.

“It’s not over yet!” Allister would declare, readying his last pokeball- It was time for his Ace- Gengar to take the stage!

The crowd began to chant as they knew what was coming- It was finally time! Allister called forth Gengar- And both trainers raised their Dynamax bands to the sky- The stadium became flooded with the immense surge in power of both pokemon not only Dynamaxxing- But Gigantamaxxing at the same time!

Both pokemon grew to gargantuan sizes, towering over their trainers.

“Now! Grimmsnarl! G-Max Snooze!”

“Go! Gengar! Show her your G-Max Terror!”

Both Pokemon unleashed their attacks- The two moves clashing in an immense display of power- Resulting in a clash unlike any in Galar had seen before- The moves continued to collide as the crowd cheered for whoever they wanted to win the event- And the Stadium was washed over with an eruption of darkness…

And when the darkness cleared, it was Gengar who was left standing! It was heavily damaged for sure, but Grimmsnarl had been unable to take its attack after the Shadow Ball from Polteageist. Allister’s fans erupted in cheers, but it wasn’t over yet- As Marnie proved by recalling her fallen Ace- And instead raising her last unused pokeball to the sky-

“Let’s finish this- Mawile!” This was the trump card Marnie had been gifted by Gloria- Her girlfriend- A few days prior to the battle.

“You think one Mawile can stop my Gigantamax Gengar? You’re a fool!” Allister would taunt from behind his mask- But then Marnie smiled as she revealed the other thing Gloria had given her- A Key Stone on a chain necklace the girl was wearing around her neck!

“Show this boy your power! Mega Mawile!” She would command, Mawile calling out in response as the Mawilite it was holding reacted to Marnie’s Key Stone- Causing the Mawile to undergo Mega Evolution! “Finish that overgrown ghost off with Crunch!” She’d command, and Mawile would oblige- Launching itself into the air- And spinning around- Both of it’s slavering maws opening wide and becoming wreathed in Dark Energy as it bit down on Gengar- Demolishing the Ghost type, and finishing it off before landing, and returning to its trainer unharmed. Watching with her as Gengar shrunk down, returning to its normal form, and leading Allister to collapse, dropping to his knees and his mask falling off as he was forced to recall his final pokemon.

How? How did he lose? He came so close- Where did she even get that Mega Pokemon? Much less the items to cause Mega Evolution in the first place- He didn’t understand…

“Well, looks like I won~ Good try, runt~” Marnie would say, having approached Allister- The boy looking up at her the crowd roaring for Marnie around them- Only for the spooky boy’s eyes to go wide in horror as Marnie pushed down her black and pink shorts- Revealing her cock~

“W-wait! Marnie! No! Please!” Allister would beg, knowing what the girl planned to do-

“Nono~ You lost~ You know what happens to cuties who lose to me~” Marnie would say, pulling out one of the collars she had used on many trainers before this. She had only not used them against Gym Leaders because of the ongoing Gym Challenge, as well as most of the male Gym Leaders not being the “cuties” she enjoyed so much~

“No- Please- Marnie! I’ll give you money! Please just dont kill me!” Allister would plead, only for Marnie to kneel in front of him and slap the collar around his neck.

“Money can’t buy me your severed head~”

And with that, she pressed the button and stepped back.

Allister continued begging, but the crowds cheers overrode his pleas for mercy- They all knew what was coming for the Ghost Type Trainer-

SHINK!

The Decapitation Collar fired- Cutting off Allister’s head with speed and precision, sending it tumbling into the air as a geyser of blood sprayed from his neck stump~ Everyone in the stadium watched as Marnie grabbed the head mid-fall, and shoved her cock through the neck-hole~ Letting all of her adoring fans and anyone else who wanted watch as Allister’s body thrashed around and she fucked his head- the tip of her cock emerging from the boy’s mouth~ She held the boys hair tight in her hands, dragging the severed head up and down her cock, her moans audible over the roar of the crowd as she took what was rightfully hers as the victor- Shoving her cock as far into Allister’s severed head as she could- The crowd roaring even louder as she orgasmed- Spraying cum all over the turf~

The reporter’s cameraman also captured the entire necrophiliac display and broadcast it out to the entire region~ Bea, Allister’s fellow Stow-on-Side Gym leader was at home, masturbating by herself as she watched Marnie rape the severed head of her former co-worker and friend~ Marnie hadn’t stopped with just the head, and she was gonna keep going until she was out of cum or they escorted her off the field, but she’d definitely take the boy's corpse with her~

Just like Bea, Gloria, Marnie’s girlfriend- Was in the locker rooms, jerking off as she watched Marnie having her way with Allister’s body~ She knew her lover was going to drag the body back here and have more fun with it until her next match~ She also knew she and Marnie would meet in the Finals, where she fully intended to throw the match so Marnie could have her corpse as a trophy too~ Then she’d go on to beat Leon and become Galar’s Necrophile Champion~ It was going to be glorious~

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It was around 04:00 Local Time on the world of Nimbad IV when someone realized guard towers Sierra, Delta, and Foxtrot had gone silent. Patrols stopped radioing in less than 10 minutes later.

But by the time the alarm finally sounded, it was already too late. The Dark Eldar- More specifically, the Wych Cult of the Cursed Blade, had descended upon this installation.

“GET UP! GRAB YOUR ARMOR AND LASGUNS! WE NEED TO MOVE!” Sergeant Laraine would call out to her platoon. Most of her fellow guardswomen struggling to force themselves out of their bunks as the klaxon wailed around them. They followed their orders, picking up their weapons, suiting up in their armor. “Alright ladies! We don’t know what kind of Xenos filth is out there, but I’ve received orders to meet at Landing Strip Alpha-Seven so we can fall back to the next installation. Let’s move before they leave our asses behind!”

“Yes Ma’am!” Several of her underlings would respond.

“Look alive ladies, and remember- The Emperor doesn’t like cowards!” She would growl, kicking the door to their bunk room back open-

And it was then that a loud explosion shook the entire facility, and the lights went out.

“Alright ladies. Lights on.” The Sergeant would order the underbarrel flashlights of several lasguns turning on and illuminating the hallway like floodlights at her command. The Sergeant led by example, taking point in the linen sweeping every hallway they crossed with her lasgun before moving on. In the distance through the halls of the facility echoed the screams of their comrades, the sounds of lasguns and bolters unleashing their divine fury on whatever foul Xenos dared to oppose the forces of humanity.

It was then that the group of ten guardswomen found a hall that struck fear into their hearts, no matter how unshakable their zeal may be. The walls looked more like an abstract piece of art than a battleground- Smeared with the crimson essence of their comrades along every inch of the walls, their bodies lining either side of the hallway, pinned to the wall by impossibly sharp daggers, or slumped against the wall with tiny shards fired from the weapons of the Xenos sticking out of any part of their body not covered in armor. The hall itself smelled like blood, but the women simply had to swallow their fear and move on, stepping over the corpses of their former brothers and sisters-in-arms- One of whom had even been split in half at the waist, and still managed to crawl over to grab her lasgun before succumbing to her wounds. One of the recruits, a relatively new private from the inner galaxy, closer to Holy Terra- Lost her composure, vomiting up the remnants of her dinner from the night before and slowing down the group. Not wanting to leave her behind.

“Get it together, Private. The Emperor protects us. We are his sword. We will not die to these Xenos.” The Sergeant would say as the girl finally regained her composure.

“Y-yes ma’am.” The Private said, wiping her face again and sniffling.

They continued following the trail of carnage, as it perfectly lined up with the shortest possible route to the airfield where evacuation would be waiting for them- At least according to the reports the sergeant had heard over her radio, which she had off for now, as the broadcasting of the screams of her comrades would not only dampen the resolve of her own troops, but alert the Xenos to their position. The sergeant motioned for one of her girls to move forward down a hallway- Only for her to accidentally nudge the body of another guardsman- Causing razor thin tendrils to lash out in all directions- Turning not only the unlucky corporal given the order, but the body she accidentally nudged to be shredded- Even her lasgun getting slash marks deep into its shell.

Even so, the ladies pushed on- The screams slowly falling silent as less and less people were left alive to scream as the Xenos slaughtered them. And that's when they heard it-

“WAIT! PLEASE! NO! EMPEROR SAVE- Ghrk!” The girls were close enough to hear that soldier clearly- And to make matters worse, they soon heard the clicking of heels against the floors of the hallway before the Xenos scum responsible entered their field of vision.

She looked not too dissimilar to a human woman- But shockingly tall, clad in beautiful, terrifying jet black armor. Her skin was a pale gray color, in one hand, she held a net- The weave of the trap so exotic that none of the guardswomen had ever seen anything like it, alongside a two-pronged spear- And on the other hand, she held a strange double-ended weapon, like a sword with blades on both sides.

No order needed to be given, as soon as they realized they weren’t looking at a friendly, the hall was bathed in flashes of red light as Lasguns opened fire! Nine of the fully automatic weapons flooded the hall with fully automatic laser fire- But it wasn't enough. This creature, this Xeno, moved faster than the women could perceive, becoming a blur of light as she swerved in and around the laser shots! She tossed out her net- Ensnaring not one, but two of the women on the sergeant’s right side- Only to be swiftly followed up by the spear- Both of its prongs stabbing through both women as if their armor wasn’t even there.

The Dark Eldar was now essentially on top of the women- Her blade lashing out and decapitating one of the soldiers- Another tried to run away, only for her back to become a pincushion for strange, exotic knives coated in a poison that no human could survive. A third ran at the Xenos in an attempt to stab her with her bayonet, only for the woman to do a pirouette, her hair alone touching the human woman’s face, and turning it into a bloody mess of slashes that ignored her helmet and skull like they weren’t even there- Had she gotten any closer the razors in the eleven woman’s hair likely would have split her head into several parts!

The three women and the sergeant still kept trying to fire on this… Impossibly fast woman, but to no avail! Not a single shot hitting its mark, it was almost like the woman herself was little more than a shimmer, a trick of the light reducing their friends to corpses on the floor. She spun through the hail of laserfire, kicking aside one of the lasguns- The soldier holding it was unable to let go- Only for her face to be met with the sudden barrel of a pistol that none of the Guardswomen saw where the Elf could’ve pulled it from!

There was a glow of orange light- Before unleashing a burst of violent, fiery orange energy- The blast maiming the girl, her body seeming to tremor before she burst into flames! The sergeant and one of the other girls managed to get up and move away from the blazing soldier’s body- Leaving the newest recruit, the one who vomited earlier frozen in fear as the soldier blasted with the Fusion Pistol was reduced to a puddle. Then the killer Xenos turned to the last remaining soldier before her-

“PRIVATE! RUN! GET OUT OF THERE!” The sergeant would roar, still unloading fire from her lasgun, trying to get the soldier to move away from the deadlier woman.

But neither the soldier nor the Dark Elf moved from their spots. The body of the Elf still seemed to shimmer in and out of the range of the blasts as she pulled out not one- But two blades- Which quickly unraveled into whip-like-spirals of blades. Then she whipped the blades around- tying the blades around the neck of the private and slowly constricting them- The blades biting into her neck, causing blood to run down her neck while also cutting off her airflow. The Private dropped her lasgun and reached up, wrapping her hands around the razor sharp blades- Which of course cut into her hands just as it had done with her neck! The two remaining soldiers continued to try and shoot the Dark Eldar- But somehow they still couldn’t land a single laser shot. The noble girl started to foam at the mouth, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, and the blood pouring from her neck and hands pooling under her. Then, with one last tug- The Soldier was sliced apart- The whip-like blades tearing through flesh and bone with ease- Her head and her fingers flinging into the air around her. As always, the Drukhari woman spun around, dodging yet more lasers as she caught the head of the innocent guardswoman, cradling the head like a precious personal belonging, and placing a kiss on the still warm lips of the severed head~ The bliss, soaking up the noble girls agony was short lived, the head getting a large hole blown through it by a shot from one of the two living Guardswomen.

Turning her attention back to the situation at hand, the Wych threw the severed head at the duo- right into a stray lasgun shot, blowing what was left of it to smithereens before it was followed by her Impaler- The two-pronged spear flying right towards the soldier at the Sergeant’s side- Punching through her helmet and pinning her to the wall behind them.

“DIE YOU XENOS SCUM!” The Sergeant roared, blindly firing her lasgun, shutting her eyes and squeezing the trigger as hard as she could manage- hoping the God Emperor would at least allow her to kill this woman-

But to no avail.

She still had her eyes closed when she felt the Drukhari kick the Lasgun up out of her hands, the gun clattering to the ground as she was grabbed by the woman’s hand- Her nails like razor sharp claws digging into her flesh just enough to draw blood~ With the other hand, she reached up and plucked the Sergeant’s helmet from her head. The sergeant opened her eyes, which were now burning with fury as she punched at the deadly woman’s arm to try and make her let go.

“My oh my~ You’re a fighter~ I like that~ I think you’ll make a perfect little pet for me for a while~” The Dark Eldar would coo in her native tongue, which the Human couldn’t understand. The woman brought her hand up to the communicator in her ear, speaking to someone on the other end as the Sergeant continued to struggle. She was more or less forced to watch as the last of her girls spasmed, pinned to the wall as the last of her synapses continued sending out signals to the rest of her body- Unable to tear her eyes away even as she watched the once promising soldier piss herself, her dying body losing control of it’s bladder in its final moments. “I still have time before my sisters finish up~ So that means I get to play with my new toy~” The gray skinned woman would hiss, spinning the Sergeant around and rip her pants down- Before shoving her Xenos cock up the Sergeant’s pussy- And not only was it so thick that it stretched her open, but worse- it seemed to be lined with razor sharp blades- Surgically implanted in the Xenos woman’s cock to make every part of her body into a living weapon~

The Sergeant clearly wasn’t gonna lie down and take it- She tried her best to fight back- Only to be summarily punished. She tried to elbow her rapist in the face- only for her arm to be repelled, and a Wych Knife stabbed into her shoulder- Her arm going limp as its connection to the rest of her body was severed- Her other arm being bent behind her back as her pussy was further devastated by the deadly Xenos cock. Her blood poured out onto the cold metal floor of the base, tears streaming down her face as she was ravaged by this Xenos woman. She couldn’t fight back as the woman leaned in and licked the tears from the Sergeant’s face, savoring her agony in more than just the metaphysical sense~

Just when the Sergeant thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse- She felt the woman hilt herself inside of her, her cock spasming as she orgasmed- Filling the woman’s womb with cum- And bringing with it the worst pain she had ever felt. The woman’s cum laced with a deadly toxin that- While not fatal- Was made to maximize pain~ The pain was too much for the human to bear, her eyes rolling back in her skull as she passed out.

With her lust satiated for the time being, the Drukhari woman simply applied restraints to her new pet and dropped her onto the floor. Then she went around and collected her weapons from all of the other dead humans in the small room- Especially her Hellglaive~ Once she had picked up every last weapon, slipping them back into her concealed holsters- She would walk back over and grab the sergeant- Grabbing the unconscious human by the collar and dragging her along, the woman coated in the blood of countless of her fellow guardsmen, but there were a few like her- That had been taken alive. Meant to return to Commorragh with their new masters~ The Wych pondered what she’d do with this one as she loaded her into the kennel of her ship… Maybe… A lobotomized slave to walk around and serve her guests drinks? No clothes of course. Hell, if that was all that got removed she’d be lucky~ The Wych just couldn’t decide yet~ She had plenty of options to consider as this raid drew to a close and her Wych Cult moved on to the next one- Apparently it was an outpost held by the Imperium’s “Sisters of Battle”~