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Vampire Guts In Nuke Town Chapter 8

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Vampire Guts in Nuketown was originally published in 2013. It is available to purchase in full via Kindle or paperback by clicking here. Before reading this chapter, catch up with chapter 0, chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, and Chapter 7.

EIGHT

Guts had misjudged the light. It was getting dark earlier. Fall was coming on (or whatever passed for fall in the radiation apocalypse). He thought he’d have a few more hours of good daylight left. He’d been heading west across the Midwest. He was following what had once been the Mississippi River—which was now a green toxic sludge that more resembled thick snot than Ole Muddy—south, toward warmer weather, longer light. He’d passed up several small towns, trying to make up for lost time. He had stayed in one a couple days longer than he’d expected, clearing a nest out in an abandoned oil refinery. He wanted to make Old Mexico before winter set in. He hated the cold almost as much as he hated vampires.

When dusk hit, he was still walking down a highway with woods on either side. Their gnarled, florescent foliage taunted him.

“It’ll be dark soon, human! The vampires will eat you and throw us the bones! You look soooo tasty!”

Guts had long ago learned not to listen to sentient vegetables. He hadn’t seen so much as a gas station in hours. He had no real plan, but knew he couldn’t just stand around and wait for the Fangers to creep out of their dirt beds deep inside the earth. It’s not that he was scared of vampires; he just couldn’t stomach the thought of the peanut gallery here talking shit the whole time he fought them.

As he crested a steep hill, he heard a girl crying.

“Nicky, please! It’s almost dark! Let’s go back before the Fangers come out!”

A deeper male voice accompanied the first. “You shut the fuck up, little sis! We need at least one more Pog to make the shit! Keep doing it!”

When Guts cleared the hill, he wasn’t prepared for what he saw. At an abandoned intersection, several yards in front of him, lay a naked girl, masturbating in the middle of the street. Hidden behind a twisted up tree sat a young man, looking bored, cradling a shotgun in his lap, his back turned to Guts.

He slowed his pace, quietly shifting his large duffel bag on his back, taking in the bizarre scene.

A long, thin vine hung from a tree limb above the black-haired man’s head. Its length was bright purple with tufts of pink flowers jutting off the main body at odd intervals, with little green thorns sprouting out intermittently. It spoke in harsh whispers. “Why is your sister frigging off in the street, man? What’s wrong with you people?”

“Shut the fuck up, tree,” he pointed the shotgun up in the air, “or I’ll blow your limbs off one by one.”

The vine coiled back around the limb in response, then added, “Jeez, testy much? Just making conversation. We don’t get many visitors out here besides the Fangers and the damn Pogs. We hate those little fuckers.”

“Yeah, well, those little fuckers get me high as fuck, and for whatever reason, they love it when my sister spikes out. Gets them out of hiding every time.”

“Spikes out?”

“Just watch.”

Guts crept up behind him, finding the perfect spot behind a burned out truck, totally oblivious to the fading daylight. His curiosity had gotten the best of him. The tree was right, there were hardly ever people on the road anymore. This was better than Saturday morning cartoons.

Sure enough, as the girl in the street moaned louder and louder, nearing climax, she… spiked out.

Guts couldn’t help but be turned on. She was beautiful, even in this freakish form, resembling a giant hedgehog or porcupine. His sex became engorged at the continued sounds of her pleasure.

“Wooop! Wooooooop!”

In spite of the coming darkness, three Pogs reared their ugly, human face-wearing heads from behind the remains of a three-car pileup further down the highway. Tentatively, they approached the girl, whose moans had become deep and guttural.

The smallest of the three sidestepped its way to her, frantically looking around for any immediate danger. When it got close enough to her, it used a severed leg it had acquired from god-knows-where to poke at the girl.

She responded by redoubling her cries of ecstasy. The little Pog wooped its approval to its companions, who cautiously joined it. Now the Pogs gently rubbed her feet with their comically wide, fat hands, slowly moving them up her body.

The dark-haired man behind the tree tensed up, repositioning his grip on the shotgun. His hands were shaky. He was definitely a Pooger in desperate need of a fix.

The fattest of the Pogs moved up to hover over the girl with its short, thin legs on either side of her head. It dropped its tiny sex down onto her face. She flinched a bit, then took the pathetic little thing into her mouth, eliciting a long woop of pleasure.

The other two Pogs got into a quick spat over who would mount her first. The little guy won, smacking its companion across the top of the head with its severed leg. With short woops of anticipation, the little Pog crawled between the girls legs and, without hesitation, began to thrust its miniscule sex in and out of her sopping wetness. The third Pog took to palming its ridiculous penis with an enormous hand. The girl bucked hard, trying to create friction against the diminutive Pog’s penis, while its companion flopped its withered balls and cock against her open mouth. Try as she might, she was unable to find a rhythm against the awkward animals.

Guts began to grow uncomfortable with the strange scene, and looked out beyond the intersection full of fornicating mutants. There was a town there. He’d managed to make it to civilization before it was too late. Almost.

All at once, the Pog dipping its balls and cock into the girl’s pointy face shot off its orgasm, a partially translucent, bubbly thickness that actually began to slither away as soon as it touched down across her jagged nipples and torso. This sent the other Pog engaged in intercourse into its own spastic orgasm, shooting its viscous jizm all over her belly. The girl seemed to become even more aroused at the sight of the foreign bodies slopping all over her prone form. The two puddles of liquid actually began visibly fighting over her naked body. The third Pog, the one jacking off, shot its load as well, except this one stumbled, and, in the process, ejaculated all over the dead human face-mask of its small companion, causing another small scuffle to break out between the weird little creatures.

A loud screech from behind them broke up the squabble and signaled full night.

“The vampires are coming, pervert,” the tree said. “This’ll be good!”

“Fuck!” The dark-haired man jumped up in a spastic, nervous jerk. He fired off a haphazard shot at the Pogs hovering around his sister. They wooped in fear and scattered.

“Nicky, what the fuck!!!” The girl shifted back to human form in an instant.

“Don’t start with me, Shelly! You fucked that up! How am I supposed to make Poog juice now? I need a fucking fix!”

Exasperated, the girl grabbed her clothing and quickly dressed. Before she could respond, another screech sounded, closer this time, followed by several more. The woods all around them rustled with movement.

“Dinner time!” the tree said, coiling its vines tightly around its branches, bracing for the coming fight.

Fuck! Guts thought, standing up.

The man, Nick, swung the shotgun around. “Woah! Woah! Who the fuck?!” He spoke out of three mouths: one on his forehead, and two on his cheeks. His main mouth remained shut.

Guts put his hands up. “Easy there, stallion.” He walked out from behind the car. “I’m a friend. I’m not here to hurt you or rob you, or anything. We’re all about to be in some serious shit, so you’re gonna have to trust me or-“

Blam!

Guts ducked away just in time to miss the shot, but not before he felt hot lead graze the side of his face. Great. This guy is a total fucking psycho.

“You might need those bullets for, you know, the vampires!”

Blam! Guts scurried back behind the car. The screeches of the vampires doubled, tripled. They had heard the gunshots and were now right on top of them.

“You can’t have my sister, motherfucker! She’s mine! Shelly, get your ass over here!”

“Uhh, I’m not interested in your sister, guy!” Guts pulled his knife from his boot. Where had this little prick found a working shotgun, anyway? And ammo? The years of radiation had done a number on all mechanics, including gun mechanisms. He hadn’t seen a working gun in years.

“Fucking shit! Shelly, HELP!!!”

Guts chanced a peek around the car.

“Let go of me, you cocksucking fucking tree!”

The vine had dropped down off its branch and… wrapped Nick in a tangled embrace. It had his arms tied up within many gnarled loops. As it tightened its hold, Nick dropped the shotgun.

“Aaahhhh! Fuuuuuuck!”

The vine lifted him off the ground, its tiny green thorns digging into his skin. Blood began to drip off the whole mess as it rolled him tighter and tighter, like a constricting snake. The pink blooms then moved to suck up the blood before it could trickle to the ground.

Nick tried to scream again, but the vines wrapped around his face, preventing any further protest.

Shelly ran up to the wreckage Guts still hid behind. “Sir, please help him! I-I’m sorry he shot at you, please just get him down!”

Guts stood to face her, and the tree line exploded with vampires, ending any further discussion.

“Come on!” he commanded, grabbing the girl by her wrist.

“What about Nicky??”

Guts scooped up the shotgun and made a break for the town beyond the intersection.

“Too late for him. But not for us!”

Five of the monsters crashed out of the trees, with even more screeching behind them. If they’d stayed behind even ten seconds more, they’d have been overwhelmed. Guts preferred to fight vampires on his own terms, not in the middle of the night out in the open wilderness.

Two of the vile beasts stopped at the tree holding Nick, choosing the easy meal over a chase they might not win. They leaped up and latched on to the young man. The vines strained, but held, uncoiling enough for the things to sink their hateful fangs in. The trees and the vampires worked together in this place. How odd.

The three remaining Fangers broke out in a sprint, vaulting over the wreckage, screeching the entire time.

Shelly was hysterical, but kept up. “What about Nicky? What about my brother!?”

“Shut up and run!”

Guts dodged down a side street. A large sign read:

Cave Inn Bed and Breakfast just two blocks on the right!

“This way, come on!” He grabbed Shelly by the arm and ran as fast as he could.

The monsters screeched just behind them.

His lungs were burning as he pushed onward, and yet the vampires gained still. He could hear their panting and snarling at his heels. Shelly screamed and gasped in equal measure as the Fanger in the lead began to swipe at her back, only just missing each time.

Guts weaved into the front yard of a long burned-down house, trying to put space between himself and the creatures, when the three Pogs from earlier jumped out from the rubble and began running alongside them, wooping in terror.

What the hell? Guts thought, his mind burning from lack of oxygen.

It only took a matter of seconds for Guts to understand their fear. Vampires usually left Pogs alone, but as their squat little legs failed to keep up with Guts and Shelly, they were soon overtaken by the beasts. And that’s when a curious thing happened: two of the wretched monsters scooped up the Pogs and dashed off to the left, abandoning their chase altogether, leaving only one Fanger in pursuit. The Pogs’ woops became hysterical as they grew distant, before disappearing altogether.

Guts had no time to think about the bizarre incident, as they had just then reached the parking lot of the Cave Inn, with the vampire hot on their tails. There were three rooms that still had doors. Guts made a dash toward Room 17 just as the Vampire caught up to them.

“It’s gonna get us!” Shelly screamed, huffing and puffing. Her face was completely flushed. She dripped sweat from the constant sprint. She wouldn’t make it to the door.

Guts grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her forward, out of the creature’s reach, sending her stumbling ahead. She lost her balance and crashed to the gravel lot.

Guts stopped and, all at once, knelt down and spun around. The vampire’s bulky form couldn’t compensate in time. It barreled straight into Guts, who used its own massive weight against it, jamming his knife into its chest, piercing its heart as he flipped it over his head, sending it wailing, thrashing, and gushing black blood as it bounced off the ground. It screeched and flailed for a moment longer before it went quiet, twitching in death spasms.

Guts caught his breath, wiped the sweat from his brow.

Well, that was fucking close, he thought, standing. Why would they break off and attack those Pogs? Why would they only send one Fanger to chase after us? We’re the food source.

His victory, and his puzzlement, were short lived, as screeches filled the night from all directions.

He turned around to check on Shelly when—

Crack !

—She smacked him across the face. “What the fuck was that?” she said, brushing the rocks out of a nasty gash in her knee.

“I-I was saving your life!” he replied, massaging the sore spot on his cheek.

“I fucking had it under control, guy! You should learn to keep your hands to your fucking self,” she shot back, crossing her arms, staring daggers.

Flabbergasted, Guts could only stare back, until he heard more screeches, closer still.

“Come on, let’s get inside. You can thank me later.”

Room 17 was a grimy cesspool of filth. It had been worked over by scavengers years ago. All that remained, aside from the ancient garbage and filth of hundreds of squatters littering the floor, were two surprisingly intact mattresses, and a giant metal table that served to hold a tarp in place that covered the blown-out Eastern wall. One mattress lay up against the northern wall, the other on the floor against the western wall.

“Well, it ain’t the Ritz, but it’ll do. I guess you sleep over there,” Guts motioned toward the filthy mattress. “I’ll take the floor by the door and window, so if anybody or anything comes through, they’ll have to get through me first.”

Shelly looked at him. Her eyes shrank to slits. “So you’re my protector now, huh? Is that what you think? You let those things fuckin’ eat Nick, and now you think I’m your little play toy, huh?” She was red in the face again, anger seething.

Guts closed the distance between them in the small, humid room. “I’m sorry about your brother. If there had been any chance to save him, I would have tried. We barely escaped as it was.”

She looked up in his face, met his gaze, and held it for a beat. Then laughed. “You think that doofus was really my brother?!?” She threw her head back and actually cackled. “Oh man! I let that freak call me his sister ‘cause he’s real good at trapping those fucking Pogs! I barely even knew him. I met him at a shitty little outpost up north of Snot River.”

She rolled her tank top up, exposing her tits. There was still Pog cum squirming around between them. She took a finger and chased it down while it tried to wiggle away from her. She quickly caught it and raised it up to her nose.

“How the fuck am I supposed to get high with him dead, huh? We were just about to score three of those fuckers. You know how much Poog we could have made off that? Shit. And now I’m stuck in here with Mr. Savior of the Universe. My fucking hero!” She snorted the Pog cum up in one whiff, coughing and choking on its thickness. “Ain’t no substitute for the blood, but it’ll hold me over ‘til morning.”

Guts stood, mouth agape. He couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. He’d met Poog junkies in the past—lots of them—but this bitch was ruthless… and sexy as hell.

At that point, her eyes glazed over, her nipples hardened, and a wry smile crossed her face. She pulled the top the rest of the way over her head, then stepped out of her little shorts.

Guts couldn’t help himself. The boldness of this young woman, this female specimen forged out of the chaos and misery of the road, made his cock throb.

Don’t be stupid. She’s a Pooger. She’d just as soon cut your throat as fuck you. His brain screamed at him.

He didn’t listen. Loneliness had a way of drowning out reason.

She put her hands on her hips, brazenly standing naked in front of him. “You ain’t so bad, I guess. Ain’t no vampire gonna get me with you around, anyway. You’re big, too.” She stepped forward and mashed her hand into his crotch. “You got a big dick to go with those big muscles?”

His cock pulsed. The last time he’d been with a woman, he’d had to rub himself down with Pog salts just to get the stench off him. Outpost whores were not the most sanitary people in the world. By the time Shelly got around to unzipping his pants, his dick could’ve bent steel.

“Holy fuck! This thing is huge!” She dropped down to her knees and smiled up at him. “I want you to fuck my face as hard as you can.”

Guts peeled off his vampire-face jacket and stood in front of her, bare-chested.

“Neat scar,” she said of his abdominal wound, as she yanked his pants down past his buttocks, fully unleashing his massive cock and balls.

Guts replied by grabbing her ponytail and thrusting his nine inches all the way down her throat until her eyes bulged from the pressure.

She gasped as he yanked back out as forcefully as he entered, drooling a long line of spittle down onto her tits, where the last vestiges of Pog sperm set to work, lapping it up with microscopic mouths.

Grabbing her by the chin, he dragged his thickness across her nose and cheeks, then pushed her head back, leaned forward, and spit directly into her mouth.

She moaned her approval before he jammed his cock between her lips once more. Using one hand to push against his ass, making him thrust his sex deeper and deeper down her esophagus, she used the other to torque the throbbing meat just in front of her lips, making sure to time her gyrations with the exit and entrance of the bulbous tip.

Guts was grunting loudly by this point, jamming his cock forward with an intensity that was sure to cause internal damage if he continued for any length of time. Feeling himself ready to burst, he yanked her hands away and pried her mouth open as far as it would go. He stepped over her shoulder, positioning himself directly over her head and proceeded to jackhammer-fuck her throat, dropping his throbbing member down to the root and pulling it all the way back out with each thrust. Even this deviation couldn’t keep his orgasm at bay for much longer. He already felt his balls constricting, that familiar warmth crawling up the shaft of his cock, His consciousness began to blur at the corners as his eruption became eminent.

He stepped off to the side, eyes closed, head thrown back. One, two, three more thrusts and he pulled out feeling the first spurts of jizm travel up his expansive shaft—

—Then, immense pain at his stomach. His eyes opened in disbelief. Simultaneously, his cock shot thick load after thick load across Shelly’s beautiful young face, and torrents of dark arterial blood gushed from his split-open belly, washing the cum away in a sea of red.

She sat back on her heels, a smug grin across her face, as she licked the blood and cum from her lips, then from the blade of Guts’ own knife.

He looked down at his ruined midsection. Loops of intestines already slipped from the gaping wound. Shelly reached up and yanked, sending a fresh wave of unimaginable pain slashing violently through his body. He screamed out and stumbled backward as the contents of his middle fell to the floor.

“You really are a good fuck, stranger. Too bad I’ll never even know your name,” she said as she began rifling through his bag, pulling out vital survival items, stashing them inside her discarded tank top.

“Guts,” he said, finding sure footing, letting the pain wash over him, letting it relax his muscles, letting it uncoil his tattooed horns. “The name’s Guts.”

Shelly’s back went rigid. Before she could fully turn around, the first loopy, gore-slick entrails were on her. Wrapping around her foot, they hauled her up in the air, slamming her against the ceiling. Shelly cried out in surprise and disgust as the blood-soaked intestines dripped all manner of innards on her upturned and prone form.

“W-what are you?” she wailed, as more and more of Guts squirmed out of his dissected midsection.

“What the fuck are you?” she screamed.

“Just another mutant, like you,” Guts said, walking forward as more and more of his insides pooled onto the floor.

Just as quickly as she was lifted up, she was dropped, landing awkwardly on her shoulder. She hissed through her teeth and stood, wrenching the dislocated joint back into place. She really was a badass bitch.

“Too bad I’m not gonna get to know you better,” Guts said, as his entrails squirmed up the rest of her body, trapping her against the wall.

“Wait! Wait!” she pleaded, trying in vain to wiggle free of the encroaching organs. More and more slimy loops crawled across her body, sealing her to the wall until only her head remained free. She thrashed back and forth as panic set in. She began to hyperventilate, and Guts finally knew satisfaction as fear crept into her eyes for the first time.

“W-with your powers and mine, w-we could get all kinds of Poog! You and me, we c-could get rich out here in this god forsaken wasteland! Just let me-let me go and I promise I’ll do you right. I won’t fuck you over again. I promise! I promise!”

Guts didn’t hear the mattress fall away from the wall, didn’t hear the vampires crawl out of the pit-hole they’d dug down into the tunnels. He was too busy with Shelly, too busy wrapping his intestines around her face, one loop at a time, slowly suffocating her.

When the disbelief crossed her eyes as she looked past him, he thought it was because she was accepting death. He didn’t understand what she meant when she mouthed the word “Trap” until it was too late.

***

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Vampire Guts In Nuke Town Chapter 3

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Vampire Guts in Nuketown was originally published in 2013. It is available to purchase in full via Kindle or paperback by clicking here. Before reading this chapter, catch up with chapter 0, chapter 1, and chapter 2.

Chapter 3

Slowly, methodically, Guts maneuvered himself into a sitting position in front of his knife. If Shelly were to notice, he was a dead man. Not that he gave himself much of a chance, anyway. He’d really fucked up this time. It was going to take a real miracle to survive this incestuous nightmare, and miracles were hard to come by in the vampire-infested, irradiated wasteland…

Shelly looked up, startled. She seemed lost in thought. Maybe, just maybe, she hadn’t seen him put himself between her and his only means of escape…

She wiped the tears from her eyes and stood, grabbing the shotgun as she did so.

Guts tensed. Had she seen his movement? He gripped the handle of the knife and waited.

Shelly made her way over to where he sat. He looked up into her beautiful face. His, in contrast, lay open, bleeding, broken.

“He hasn’t always been this way.” She sat down in front of Guts. “He was such a happy boy, my big brother. Always smiling.”

Shelly frowned, her mind drifting to a better time, a better place.

Guts waited, slowly letting go of the knife handle, returning to work on his bindings, sliding them up and down against the blade oh so slowly.

“When it happened, our parents didn’t want to believe it. Remember the breathing masks and gloves they handed out at schools and hospitals when they first learned the virus could be spread by saliva?”

Guts nodded, cutting through the first layer of tarp binding.

“Yeah, well, my parents didn’t buy any of that crap. Said it was hysteria, like the bird flu or whatever. Said it would pass and life would go on.

“One day, Nicky and I came home from school to find my mother on top of my father, eating his face. When I tried to run to them, my mom turned on me. Nicky had to stab his own mother in the heart and burn the bodies of both his parents. That really fucks a person up, you know?”

She was crying again. Tears streamed down her face.

“We followed our uncle to what he called a Safe Place, but it turned out to be one of those blood sacrifice cults. My uncle tried to offer me up to the New Gods. Nicky killed him, too, and we ran. God, we’ve been running for so long, out here on the road. We’ve spent too much time in the sun. The light, it’s changed Nicky. He hasn’t always… looked like that.

“But we can’t go back. They know what we look like in the outposts. The cultists have people looking for us. God, how long has it been? Months. Maybe even a year. I hate it out here. I just want a normal home with normal people. I-“

She looked into Guts’ face, maternal instinct taking over. She wiped blood away from his wounded mouth. He winced in pain at her touch.

“I’m so sorry we hurt you. It was… Nicky’s idea. There’s just nothing left out here. No food. No water. But I don’t like it. Tricking people, hurting people. At first we just took what we needed, even left them with stuff when we already had extra. But now… now Nicky’s different. He likes to hurt people. Likes to touch me in front of them, and drink that Poog stuff. Makes me drink it, too. I hate it, makes me feel all loopy, and… when I do it, I like it when Nicky touches me. I know it’s wrong. I know that stuff’s like a drug.”

She was sobbing now. Her chest heaved with every gasp.

“Can you…” she leaned in close.

Guts tensed. He gripped the knife again, ready to jam it right into her chin, if he had to.

“…take me away from all this?” Her big eyes, so full of pain, so wise for their years, were making Guts hard again. He didn’t want to have to kill her. He wanted to fuck her.

“Couldn’t we…” She laid her head on Guts’ chest. “…just disappear?”

Silently, Guts cut through the remainder of his ties.

Shelly looked up. She hesitated for a moment, then kissed Guts, deep and with much passion. Passion pent up from years of being fed drugs and fucked by her own brother. Passion that came from yearning for normality and compassion.

Guts stiffened for a moment. As she explored his mouth with her tongue, he calculated his odds of killing Shelly and making it out of the room before Nick got back. He could do it, quickly, painlessly. Put her out of the misery she was clearly in. This was no world for someone like her. She deserved better than to be some psychotic mutant’s fuck puppet. And if she couldn’t have better, at least she could have death.

Then she climbed into his lap, grinding herself into his rock hard cock, and all thoughts of killing her left his mind. He kissed her back gently, without forcing his bulky tongue into her tiny mouth.

Shelly ran her hands across his bald, tattooed head and kissed him again, this time with even more gusto.

Guts dropped the knife, consumed with lust. He bit her lip hard and finally shoved his whole tongue in her mouth, nearly gagging her. She gasped and pulled away, arching her back. She pulled the little tank top up and over her breasts, then pushed forward, crushing them against his chest. He kneaded her nipples with his mouth, then sucked them erect. His heart pounded in anticipation as she climbed off him and kissed her way down his bare chest to the long scar on his belly.

“What happened?” she asked, kissing along its length.

“You don’t wanna know,” Guts said, unbuckling his pants.

“Try me.”

Before he could answer, Shelly pulled his thick erection out of his pants. Her eyes grew wide again. Abandoning her questioning, she slid further down and planted several little kisses on the swollen head of his cock.

He closed his eyes and began to thrust his hips forward in small circles, causing his member to slide across Shelly’s soft cheeks and bump into her nose, until eventually finding its way into her soft, warm mouth.

It took some effort at first, but she worked her tongue around its girth, using copious amounts of saliva before finally attempting to take the shaft into her mouth.

Guts growled in pleasure under his breath as she extracted his balls from his pants and, using the other hand, began to stroke him from head to root in long, slow movements. No longer able to contain himself, he brought his hands from behind his back, grabbing Shelly by the hair, forcing her head further down his length than he thought possible.

Panic crossed her eyes for a moment, realizing the captive was free. She struggled to pull him out, but as he thrust his sex in and out of her mouth, she quickly returned to passivity, relaxing her throat to accommodate the entirety of his massive dick.

Grabbing her under the chin, he fucked her mouth another ten strokes before pushing her off of him. He pulled her by the back of the neck back up to his face, smothering her with his tongue, tasting his own cock on her breath.

She ripped her shorts off and climbed into his lap once more, this time guiding him into her. She had to wiggle back and forth to get him inside, but his strong hands grabbing and prodding across her body made her wet enough to slide all the way down his pole within seconds. She started to cry out when her pussy reached the root. He felt the head of his cock deep insider of her. He grabbed her by the throat to silence her, cutting her off mid-scream.

When she leaned back this time, it was Guts who cried out, scrambling for his knife. Her nipples had hardened, and became pointed at the ends and lengthened to several inches. Her open mouth revealed her teeth had sharpened to similar points. She raised her hands. They’d grown into long talons. Dark spots began to pop up all across her body, then spike out, similar to her nipples. She ran her nails through her hair, which had now begun to twirl in on itself, creating tentacle-like clumps that moved independently of each other, like writhing snakes.

Shelly was also a mutant.

Her eyes still closed, she began to moan again, but this time her voice had dropped considerably. She began to sound like an animal, and looked like some humanoid version of a porcupine.

As Guts gathered up his knife, drawing it to his chest in a defensive posture, Shelly began to buck wildly. Her hips rocked back and forth violently, and her tight pussy clamped unbelievably tighter as she came. She raised up and crashed back down repeatedly with a force her little body seemed incapable of.

In spite of his surprise, Guts felt his balls tighten as orgasm threatened. His legs tensed as Shelly’s orgasm reached a fevered peak. Just as he gave in and let his seed loose, Shelly opened her eyes. She screamed and scrambled off of him, his cock still spurting.

“I’m sorry,” she said, horrified, backing up to the edge of the filthy bed. She looked at her talons, down at her black spiked skin.

“This only happens when- when I’m really turned on,” she said, embarrassed. Already the spikes began to recede. She looked away in disgust. “You think I’m a freak.”

Guts pulled himself to a seated position, re-sheathing his knife. While Shelly’s mutant form was certainly odd, it was also somehow strangely familiar to him…

“Not at all. We’ve all been… changed by the New Light. Some more obviously than others.”

She looked back at Guts, skepticism crossed her face. “You look totally normal. What’s it done to you?”

Guts placed his hand across his scar. Maybe killing her wasn’t the best thing he could do for this poor girl. Maybe, just maybe, she was tough enough to survive out on the road. Maybe it was time he took on a companion. He’d been alone for so long…

Just as Guts was about to speak, Nick burst back into the room. The fading pink sunlight hit the pair like a spotlight.

“You’re never gonna believe this, baby! That motherfucker is prepared! I found at least a month’s worth of food in his bag, flares, a bunch more knives, and fucking dynamite! Who the fuck still has dynamite?? Can you believe-“

The door slammed shut behind him. He dropped the backpack full of food to the floor.

Shelly jumped off the edge of the bed. “Nicky, wait! Nicky! Nicky!”

In the split second it took Nick to draw a revolver tucked in his waist band, Guts was off the floor, shotgun in hand, pressed to Shelly’s head. Their sex was undeniable. Guts’ pants were still unbuttoned around his waist. His flaccid cock still dripped cum. Shelly had morphed back to normal, all evidence of her mutated self gone as she stood totally naked in front of her maniac brother.

Guts spoke quietly. “Not another fucking step, or I’ll blow her head off.”

Shelly clenched her eyes shut and whimpered.

Neither man breathed. Silence threatened to burst their lungs as they stood motionless, waiting for the first mistake. A full minute passed without a single word spoken between the three.

Guts prepared to make his move. He felt the familiar twitch in his bowels. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

What happened next, none of them could have predicted.

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Vampire Guts In Nuke Town Chapter 2

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Vampire Guts in Nuketown was originally published in 2013. It is available to purchase in full via Kindle or paperback by clicking here. Before reading this chapter, catch up with chapter 0, and chapter 1. 

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Chapter 2

As Guts was tending to Nick, Shelly had quietly gathered up a shotgun from under the tarp.

As he hit the ground face first, Guts thought to himself: This is the kind of shit that’s gonna get you killed, brother. Let your guard down for a piece of ass, and look what happens.

Out loud, as an afterthought, he said, “Great actress.” He spat out several teeth, feeling sick to his stomach as the warm, dull pain grew in intensity across his face. Then he mumbled, “Bitch broke my jaw.”

“What’d you say, you fucking scumbag?!” Nick leaped off the bed, snatched the shotgun out of Shelly’s hand, and pointed the business end in Guts’ face.

Guts peered at him through watery eyes, his right one already swelling shut from the blow. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the kid. His wiry form was tensed with adrenaline, veins bulging in his small arms and chest.

“That’s what I thought, you’d better shut the fuck up.” He turned toward Shelly. “What’d this cocksucker do to ya, sis?”

That’s when Guts noticed his second mouth, set in his long, thin neck. A perfectly shaped mouth complete with lips and teeth. It moved in tandem with the one on his face, but made no sound. Nick was a mutant.

“Nothing, Nicky. Honest, he just said he’d help us.” There was fear and apprehension in her voice. She met Guts’ gaze for a split second, her eyes showed remorse. She was a reluctant accomplice in this scheme.

“Yeah right!” Nick hauled off and planted a boot deep into Guts’ ribs, breaking at least one. This action revealed another identical mouth on the opposite side of his neck. He turned back to Shelly.

“He probly fucked you over there. You were gone too long, Shelly! He fucked you, didn’t he!?”

“Nicky, no!”

Guts had seen the bait and switch tactic before. Scavengers and motorcycle gangs on the road liked to put wounded animals and children in harm’s way, waiting for some shit-for-brains to come to the rescue. Guts sure felt like he had shit for brains right then. His vision swam, his jaw was on fire, he could barely breathe through cracked ribs, and the damn throbbing in the back of his neck had somehow become worse.

“You think you can just fuck my sister and get away with it, you piece of shit?!” He kicked Guts again. “Huh, loser? Huh?”

Guts rolled into the fetal position, clutching his broken ribs.

Nick grabbed his sister by the pants, unfastening her buckle. Absently, he let the shotgun drop to the floor.

“Nicky, stop. Not now.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Nick violently yanked Shelly’s pants down around her hips. The young girl went limp. She’d obviously been through this before, and knew better than to fight back. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Nick buried his nose into her pussy, breathing deeply.

“I don’t smell your cock in my sister. Good. The only person who gets the honor of fucking this little piece of ass is me! Got it, punk?”

Nick moved behind his sister. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tiny top up over her perky little tits. He massaged them gently in his hands while the tongue on the left side of his neck licked at her cheek, smearing thick white saliva across her face.

She closed her eyes and trembled. Out of fear or lust, Guts couldn’t be certain.

In spite of the tremendous pain he was in, Guts felt his cock begin to stir.

“Unbelievable,” he mumbled, as disgusted with his own perverse excitement as the incestuous scene before him.

Shelly began to moan as her brother turned her around and started sucking on her perky nipples with his main mouth.

“Oh, Nicky. You make me so wet.”

These people are insane, Guts thought. You have got to get up and get the fuck outta here! He made a move to unsheathe the knife from his boot.

In a flash, Nick jerked away from his sister. He stomped Guts’ hand just as it reached the knife handle. New pain surged up Guts’ arm. He again saw blinding flashes of light behind his closed eyes.

“Don’t even think about it, cock suck! Little bitch!” Nick pulled the knife free from its sheathe. “Ho-ly shit! This is a real pig sticker, ain’t it?”

Shelly shifted uncomfortably, pulling her top back down. “C’mon, Nicky, let’s get outta here. I’m hungry. I saw a big bag of food in his room.”

“Not so fast, baby. It might be a week before we run into somebody again. I tell ya, sometimes I think we’re about the last normal people out here on the road. I wanna play with this one for a bit.” Nick pulled the tarp away, revealing a table stacked with all manner of tubes and containers.

That’s when the smell hit Guts. He glanced over and saw the bodies. The tarp wasn’t there to cover a hole in the wall; it was covering the bodies of dead Pogs. This psycho was cooking Pog blood. But for what purpose? Guts should have known. How could he have been so careless? So stupid?

The Pogs outside, they weren’t attacking him. They were warning him that there were Poogers in the other hotel room. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Now he noticed the telltale purple bags under these two lunatics’ eyes; the way they scratched at their arms and twitched, always nervous. They were Poog junkies.

Using the knife, Nick cut away a long strip of tarp. When he crossed back over toward the bed, Guts was met with another boot to the face, sealing the deal on that broken jaw.

Shelly looked on in disapproval as her brother tied Guts’ hands behind his back. Guts remained as quiet as possible, while unbelievable pain crisscrossed along his body. Nick’s right throat-mouth was right by Guts’ face. It breathed deeply. Its noxious breath, like spoiled meat, washed across his face. Guts held his breath, accepting the pain in his ribs over breathing that rancid breath. How could Shelly stand kissing him?

“I don’t know about this, Nicky. He’s real big. Let’s just go, OK?”

Nick whipped a sharp glare in his sister’s direction. “You never let me have any damn fun, baby!”

“No. It’s just… I don’t want him to get loose and hurt us, is all.” Shelly put a hand to her brother’s face.

He violently slapped it away. “Fuck that!”

Shelly flinched away.

“You love him, don’t you?!”

She took a step back, seemingly sensing what was to come next. “What? Nicky, no! I love you! Don’t say that!”

“You fucking slut.” Nick stood and turned away from Guts. “You fucked him, didn’t you??” He dropped the knife inches from Guts’ left boot. It stuck straight up in the thick carpeted floor.

Guts stayed perfectly still. He willed himself invisible. He held his breath again, in spite of the pain.

Nick slowly stalked toward Shelly, violent intentions across his crazed face, twin throat-tongues darting in and out of their grotesque orifices in anticipation.

“Nicky, please, don’t talk like that. I-“

Nick backhanded his sister. Hard. “Bitch!” His hands began to shake. His eyes grew wide with the type of rage that only manifests itself as pure insanity.

Shelly shrank back against the far wall, a look of mute horror across her face. A trickle of blood dripped from the corner of her open mouth. Slowly, her hand went up to the red mark across her cheek.

“You promised no more hitting, Nick.” Tears welled up in her eyes.

Nick stared at her for a moment, his anger simmering, threatening to burst forth into another violent act, his tongues whipping in and out of his mouths. Then he turned his back to her. He walked up to the table full of jugs and tubes. He stepped on a dead Pog head as he did so, causing one of its huge eyeballs to burst from its mooring, filling the room with its death stench.

“Don’t start that crying shit on me, Shelly.”

He picked up a small propane torch and began heating up the largest container. Pog blood roiled across the top of the jug, threatening to spill over. It smelled like rotten licorice.

“You fucked this piece of shit, didn’t you? Don’t fucking lie to me!”

Using a thick cloth, Nick poured the boiled solution through a strainer, into a smaller glass half-full of what looked like sugar.

“I told you last time,” Shelly said, her voice a whisper. “Never hit me again.”

Nick whipped back around, glass in hand and stomped back up into Shelly’s face. His hand trembled as he lifted the glass up to his mouth and drank deeply from it.

He was distilling Pog blood into alcohol? Guts had seen Poog used in all manner of weird ways, but he’d yet to see anyone boil it down and make a drink out of it.

Nick closed his eyes, let his head roll back. His muscles visibly relaxed. He leaned backward to the point that Guts was sure he was about to fall over, passed out. Then he straightened up, opened his eyes, and offered the brewed concoction to his sister.

She touched the mark on her cheek again, hesitant and fearful to accept the glass from her brother, and yet there was a longing in her face that begged for the drug contained within.

“Nick. I… I shouldn’t.”

He swirled the glass, smirking at her, his eyes half-closed and bloodshot. Telltale golden slime leaked from his tear ducts. He let his free hand casually press up against the crotch of her shorts.

With reluctance, she said, “I-I don’t want any.” Then she gently pushed his hand away and added, “Don’t touch me again.”

Nick’s lips, all six of them, began to tremble. He opened his main mouth to speak, then stopped. Instead, he backhanded Shelly across the other side of her mouth.

“Bitch!” he screamed. “Don’t ever tell me what to do! I’m in charge. Got it!?”

Faster than Guts thought possible, Shelly grabbed up the shotgun from the floor and stuck it in Nick’s face.

“Enough!” she screamed through a hard sob, tears streaming down her face, the gun steadily shaking in her hands.

Nick stiffened. Just for a moment, his face showed genuine fear. Then he cocked his head to the side and laughed.

“What’re you gonna do, sis? Shoot me?” He grabbed the barrel and placed it to his forehead.

“Go ahead, little sis. Blow my head off. Who’s gonna take care of you then, huh? That guy?” Nick motioned to Guts. “You saw how easy it was for me to outsmart him. You wouldn’t last a week out here on the road without me.”

Shelly looked at Guts, then back to Nick.

“C’mon, sissy, just put the gun down. You don’t wanna shoot me. I’m sorry I hit you. I was just mad, OK? Honest mistake.” Nick smiled, then added, “Won’t happen again. Promise.”

Shelly let the gun falter for a moment, then stepped backward and leveled it back to her brother’s face. “No, Nick. You said that last time. Last time you promised no more hitting. You lied.”

“Fucking cunt!” Nick knocked the shotgun away with ease. He grabbed Shelly by the throat, golden foam frothing at the corners of his mouths. He lifted her off the ground with both hands clenched around her tiny neck. The shotgun dropped to the floor.

Shelly made short gasping noises as she clawed uselessly at Nick’s arms in a desperate attempt to free herself.

Nick squeezed harder.

Shelly’s eyes bulged, her face turning a deep purple. “Ni-i-cky, p-please!”

He choked her for a second longer, then abruptly dropped her.

“Fine,” he said in a small child-like voice as Shelly twitched at his feet. “You choose him over me. See if I care! I’m going to his room for supplies. You better say what you have to say to your new lover while you can, ‘cause I’m slitting his fucking throat when I get back.”

He looked at Shelly, all apologies in his eyes.

She looked away, disgusted.

Nick quickly left the room, slamming the door behind him. Shelly and Guts were left in silence, occasionally broken by her weak sobs.

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