Vampire Guts In Nuke Town Chapter 5

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 0chapter 1chapter 2, chapter 3 and chapter 4.

Chapter 5

Catching his breath, pain radiating through his entire core, Guts peered into the large break in the wall. It was not long; in fact, it did not puncture the outer wall of the building. But it was deep. It went down, and down, and down some more.

There was a shaft bored into the floor between the drywall and support beams and the concrete outer wall. It extended much farther down than the weakening light from outside was able to reach, directly into the ground below the motel.

There must be a cavern system beneath this place, Guts thought. This whole time the cocksuckers were under our feet. Listening. Waiting.

Guts looked back behind him, out the shattered window. It would be dark very soon. He couldn’t stay in this place. There was no way of knowing just how many Fangers were underground. Dozens? Hundreds?

They must be malnourished, Guts thought. Otherwise they would never risk coming above ground before dark. They probably hadn’t fed in weeks. Clearly, they’d heard all the insanity playing out up in the room. Those three must have been scouts, sent to the surface to assess the threat level; or maybe they’d gone crazy with bloodlust.

Who knows, Guts thought as he paced around gathering his things; those that weren’t covered in rancid vampire gore, that is. I’ve never seen a Fanger attack during the day. Not once. He limped toward the door, ready to put this whole crazy mess behind him. There was so much vampire blood on the floor, ceiling, and walls that the whole room pulsed intermittently with a glow that bore the unmistakable resemblance to a black-light rave party before The Infestation.

A hand dashed out and grabbed his ankle. Guts leaped back, startled. It was Nick’s hand. The hand attached to his severed arm. The elbow of the dismembered limb flexed, extending the trunk up toward Guts’ face. At the end the torn off limb was a new mouth, gory and misshapen, but apparently capable of speech, as it whispered perfectly clear words:

“Sh-Shelly… Shell-y…”

Guts glanced over at Nick’s mangled corpse.

Unbelievable! Underneath all that desiccated flesh and Fanger gore wasn’t a corpse at all; not quite yet, anyway. His breathing was shallow and barely perceptible, but his remaining eye showed a fiery life as it stared into Guts’ own. At each point where the vampires had torn his flesh, Nick had grown a new mouth. There must have been two dozen little deformed mouths on his face alone. They were all over his broken body like lesions with lips and teeth. When the arm spoke again, his voice issued from every grotesque orifice.

“Y-you… mu-st… h-help my… s-s-sister!”

He was rapidly losing blood. He would be dead in minutes. The detached arm slowly crawled up Guts’ leg. “C-can’t… lea-ve Shelly… h-here…”

Guts looked out the window. It would be full dark in ten minutes. If he walked out there now, in an unknown town, with no shelter in sight, he was as good as dead. He glanced back at the hole in the wall. If he went down that shaft, he was deader than dead.

He plucked the dismembered arm off his leg and chucked it out the broken window.

“Guess you junkies were right, after all,” Guts said, grabbing Nick by the hair, pulling him across the floor toward the hole.

“W-w-what?”Nick managed, in between cries of protest and pain.

“Pog blood. Makes you immune to vampire bites. You’re not changing into a Fanger. That’s good,” Guts said, looking down into Nick’s good eye. “’Cause that just means I can kill you slower.”

By the time they reached the hole in the wall, Nick had stopped crying out, but he was still breathing.

Good, Guts thought. Give those fuckers something to chew on while I run around like a fool trying to get myself killed.

He reached into his bag and pulled an old signal flair out of a pack of five he’d traded a sack of vampire teeth for the last time he’d visited an outpost.

He popped it, filling the room with a horrific redness that only served to intensify the carnage before him. Nick’s eye flicked back and forth in disbelief as Guts pushed the hair out of three mouths on his sweat-and-gore-soaked forehead.

“Calm down, little buddy. This won’t hurt a bit.”

Guts jammed the flair into Nick’s main mouth, then hauled his body over the lip of the hole, sending it bouncing down into the shaft. Nick’s renewed screams echoed dully up into the room as Guts reloaded the shotgun, stuffed it into his large canvas bag, and prepared to descend into the bowels of hell.

Nick was still mumbling and moaning through some of his mouths when he finally made his way into the opening.

Guts smiled. The little incestuous bastard’s got some spunk in him, he thought as he navigated the tiny expanse. The shaft was wide enough for hulking vampires, so he was able to work his way down the hole with relative ease. His biggest hurdle was the fact that he’d lost feeling in his hands somewhere around the time he was tossed out of the room by Mohawk, and the rest of his body hurt so much he wished it was numb, too. Slow going as it was, Guts soon neared the end of the small tunnel.

He stopped ten feet shy of the bottom of the shaft. He estimated that the monsters had bored the hole three stories down into some kind of cave system directly below Room 17.

Guts refused to believe that mindless bloodsucking fiends were capable of such precision and forethought. He was utterly baffled, having never before seen any indication that a vampire’s diseased brain thought about anything more complex than eating, fucking, shitting, and hiding from the sun.

He wasn’t left with his thoughts for long. Nick screamed in horror as a hairy arm shot out and grabbed hold of his useless body.

They took the bait! Guts thought, as Nick was dragged out of sight. That’s what he’d been waiting for. Cautiously, silently, he dropped the rest of the way to the bottom of the shaft. Kneeling like a cat, ignoring the excruciating pain wracking his muscular form, Guts held his breath and looked into the abyss before him, the back of his neck throbbing steadily all the while.

The vampire dragged Nick out into the middle of a large cave.

The ceiling stood easily two stories. The entirety of the large expanse (the best Guts could tell from the dimming light of the nearly spent flair jutting out of Nick’s face) was fifty-odd yards across, with three large openings on the opposite walls leading off into the darkness.

Nick’s whimpers and pleas were finally put to rest when four more vampires loped out of one of the openings, drawn by the smell of fresh blood, and began to savagely feed on his prone and defenseless body.

Guts again silently applauded Nick’s will to live, as, even with five blood suckers ripping and tearing at his broken flesh, he attempted to kick them off. His end came when one of them grabbed him by the head and took a bite out of his face, revealing a puddle of mucus and brains beneath it.

After Nick was drained, it didn’t take long for the creatures to get bored and trot off. Guts waited in the dark for another ten minutes before he dared move. He stepped out into the expanse and lit another flare.

Then dropped it on the floor.

Everywhere—the walls, floors, gigantic ceilings—was covered in the bodies of the most hideously deformed mutants Guts had ever seen. He’d heard the stories, heard survivors drunk on Poog whisper about people so deformed, so unbelievably mutated, that they’d taken to subterranean caverns beneath the ground. He never thought the stories were true, but…

Guts couldn’t believe his eyes. His stomach turned, threatening once again to evacuate its sparse contents as he looked around this tomb of insanity.

Like stalactites jutting hatefully downward from the ceiling were arms frozen in pain; arms with sickle claws in place of fingers, tipped with maniac eyeball clusters. Layered into the dense walls were wide, pale backs, dripping with coarse hairs that would have looked more at home on the legs of a fly, appendages like cancerous growths angling out of spines and off the tops of upside-down-faced heads. Beneath his feet, eyeless faces were packed thick as lumber pallets; faces with teeth on the outside of mouths; noses as large as heads; faces set into chests that bore no neck nor head of their own…

There were tens of thousands of bodies packed into the expansive cavern. This place had seen genocide. An entire community of outcasts decimated by vampires. Their dried up, petrified remains used to decorate their former shelter. Faces twisted in nightmare death masks of pain and suffering danced and taunted Guts, illuminated by the horrific crimson light of his flare.

He closed his eyes, steadied his breathing, and concentrated on the memory of Shelly’s face as the scarred Fanger stole her away into the darkness.

He opened his eyes and walked toward the three passages at the far side of the cyclopean tomb, when he heard a sound that made him give pause: a faint whimper. He froze. It came again; a voice, faint, but clearly female. He quietly pulled the shotgun from his bag and made his way toward the source of the small sound.

Once he’d located its general direction, he crept up to a tall mound of dead mutants, crouched behind it, and waited.

He heard it again.


He spun around from behind the corpse mound, shotgun extended in front of him. She was cowering against the north wall behind a thick muscular leg covered in veiny fingers jutting out from the wall of death. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around them. She was naked, shivering, still whimpering softly. Her eyes were open but vacant, their former depth robbed away at the hands of the scar-faced vampire.

“Come on,” Guts said softly. “I’ve got you. Let’s get outta here.”

She mumbled something Guts couldn’t make out. He leaned closer.



Screeching from above made him snap his head up just in time to see two huge vampires perched on the ceiling, nearly imperceptible nested in the hive of corpses directly above Shelly, launch themselves down toward him. It did not, unfortunately, leave him time to do anything else.

The beasts crashed down on top of his head, knocking him unconscious. Shelly’s hysterical screams were the last thing he heard before consciousness swam away into the warm, inviting darkness.


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Vampire Guts In Nuke Town Chapter 4

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 0chapter 1chapter 2, chapter 3

Chapter 4

Nick’s hand shook with fury. His teeth clenched and relaxed. His eyes bore the gaze of mania as they continued to drip golden tears. Guts heard a crash behind him, and everything on Nick’s face changed to pure terror.

Guts wheeled around just in time to see the mattress that had been propped up against the far wall fall away, revealing a man-sized hole. Out of this hole, stepped three creatures. They resembled gigantic bats more than men. They were nude, and stood at least seven feet tall. They had to stoop to fit into the low ceilinged little room. Their bodies were covered in coarse red hair. From their long bony fingers hung black, talon-like nails. From their massive shoulders sprouted a pair of small rudimentary wing appendages that ended in dagger-like points, curled around next to their heads, and pointed down at their chests like scorpion tails.

Their faces were the worst part: eyes like giant red orbs; mouths full of razor-sharp teeth, jutting in all directions like nightmare spokes on a bicycle wheel; noses short and pulled up against their faces, as though they’d smashed their heads against a brick wall until it was all flattened out; and ears long and pointed, jutting backward like antennae. Monsters. Vampires.

The three beasts sucked in huge breaths of air through their hateful snouts. They coughed and grunted at one another as they surveyed the contents of the room, their demoniac red eyes registering hunger as they landed on Guts, Shelly, and Nick.

Guts reacted as quickly as he could, but in addition to looking like shit thrown up from the bowels of hell, vampires were also fast. Deadly fast.

Guts pushed Shelly behind him, putting himself between the defenseless girl and the creatures, but he wasn’t fast enough. The vampire in the middle stayed put but, but those on either side flanked out, easily rushing past Guts, knocking the shotgun free of his hands as they passed.

A trap! thought Guts. A fucking trap inside a trap! The whole time Nick and Shelly thought they were ambushing me, these monsters were lying in wait for the perfect time to strike! Un-fucking-believable!

Vampires weren’t supposed to be this clever. They were giant beasts made of killing, nothing more. Using a few simple rules and doing his best to stay out of open darkness, Guts had managed to avoid any conflict with the beasts except on his own terms. This was different. This kind of strategic thinking chilled him to the core.

What’s changed? he thought. They must be as desperate as us. Starving. Looking for any way to score a meal.

The two flanking vampires pounced on Nick, choosing the lone target as a crocodile would a stray deer standing too close to the water’s edge.

He still stood frozen just inside the door, too shocked at the monsters’ sudden appearance to mount any kind of meaningful defense. He stood no chance. These feral beasts were expert killing machines. The virus that had mutated humans into nightmare creatures left nothing to chance. Everything about them was designed to rend, tear, and kill. Raptors with opposable thumbs.

One hit Nick at the head, the other at the waist. He crumpled to the floor without getting off a single shot from the revolver. The beast at his head sunk its fangs into his face, making short work of his left eye and nose. In two bites, he was no longer recognizable, only a bleeding, screaming, thrashing smear.

The vampire at his waist didn’t seem to mind that Nick had shit himself on the way down. It ripped through Nick’s pink belly with one powerful swipe of its razor-sharp hand. It buried its foul head all the way into Nick’s trunk, causing his body to flop comically this way and that, making him dance in time to the sounds of its slurping and chomping away at his entrails.

Guts shielded Shelly from this horror as the vampire at Nick’s head grew tired of eating his face, and instead bit clean through his left arm, tossing it aside like overcooked gristle as it lapped at the blood gushing from the limb’s mangled stump.

The monster in front of Shelly and Guts let out a high-pitched screech and began to move forward, ready to separate the pair. It stood another foot taller than its companions, a truly massive beast. In addition to its increased size and general additional ferociousness, this vampire sported a thick white mane atop its gruesome, fang-filled face that stood straight up, resembling a great Mohawk.

Guts quickly knelt, scooping up the discarded shotgun from the floor. His broken ribs screamed in protest, slowing his movement down just enough for the creature to capitalize. Had it not been for his injuries, he might have been fast enough to block the vampire’s attack.

Instead, as Guts stood on groaning legs, Mohawk made quick work of the five or six steps remaining between them. It dug its huge claws deep into Guts’ shoulder as the much smaller man stood upright.

Guts screamed as Mohawk tossed him across the room like an angry child flinging a broken doll. Guts hit the makeshift Poog-making table upside down, smashing it in half with his head and shoulders. He landed in the pile of dead Pogs with a loud splat, crushing their decomposing bodies. The noxious smell threatened to overcome him as he picked himself out of the puddle of golden ichor as quickly as his injuries allowed.

Mohawk had already begun to charge him. As it cleared the space between them, it opened its jaws impossibly wide and screeched.

Guts felt the strain on his eardrums as they threatened to give. He could smell the thing’s rotten breath from where he stood, adding to the garbage bin odor permeating his nostrils.

Ignoring his battered body, Guts thrust the shotgun forward, perfectly timing Mohawk’s advance. The barrel sunk into the vampire’s disgusting face, surprise washing over its gnarly features.

Guts pulled the trigger. “Suck it, ugly.”

Nothing happened.

Fucking hell! Guts thought. The Pog blood must have saturated the ammunition. Guts frantically pulled the trigger again and again with the same results. Mohawk wrenched the shotgun free of its maw, grabbed Guts by the arm, and flung him through the tarp into the open sunlight.

Guts scrambled free from the thick cloth, managing to dislodge all of himself except his left leg. He stood up, emptying the ammo into his hand as he did so. As he’d suspected, the shells were coated in golden slime.

Shelly screamed from inside the room as the Mohawk’s companions finished chowing down on Nick, advancing on her instead.

With no time to lose, Guts wiped the gunk from the shells onto his pants. He shoved the first one back into the chamber before he was violently yanked from his feet. The second shell flew out of Guts’ hand, landing well out of retrieval range. The end of the tarp had remained inside the room safely within the shadows. Mohawk was hauling Guts back inside, the angry sneer across its ugly face making its intentions quite clear. With one more violent tug, Guts was pulled through the decayed opening, back into the cover of darkness.

Mohawk grabbed him by the throat, lifting him six inches off the ground. As it reared back to land a finishing blow, Guts planted the shotgun against its left eye and held his breath, anticipating a violent death.

He squeezed the trigger.

Although nearly half the creature’s head was blown free in the blast of buckshot, it didn’t seem to faze the beast a bit. Chunks of brain, an eyeball, pieces of skull, and a torrent of the nightmare-black, glowing gore that served as vampire blood plastered the ceiling and rained down into the small room.

White mane hanging sickly to one side, eye socket gaping, bits of its own teeth stuck in its ruined face, the vampire struck down with its prehensile wing-limbs, stabbing Guts in both shoulders, pinning him to the spot. With all its weight, Mohawk crushed Guts to the floor, gushing black-light blood all over him.

Head spinning from unbelievable pain, Guts felt himself beginning to black out. Only the sight of the other two monsters chasing Shelly up onto the bed gave him the strength to unsheathe his knife and jam it straight up into the heart of the great monster above him.

Impossible buckets of liquid spilled all over him. He twisted the knife, wrenching a trench in the monster’s chest. Its blood completely obscured his vision as the bulk above him writhed and screeched in violent death throes.

Yanking the spikes out of his shoulders, Guts tossed the convulsing heap off him. It shuddered once more, then died.

Shelly wailed as the two smaller monsters cornered her against the wall.“Fucking help me, Guts!!!”

He wiped the gore from his eyes, grabbed the shotgun, and charged forward; ruined body be damned. The smaller of the two beasts (a real ugly thing with short, muscular arms) saw him first. It dove off the bed, putting itself between him and Shelly.

Guts flipped the shotgun around, grabbing it by the barrel, and clocked the vampire right in its hateful mutated face with an arching, sideways blow, sending the creature sprawling toward the door and window. As it sprang to its feet, Guts flipped his knife full-force, impaling the vampire in its abdomen. This action did not kill the beast, but the force of the blow launched it the rest of the way across the room, slamming it against the window. Great spurts of blood issued from the wound, covering Nick’s lifeless body until his mangled features were completely obscured.

Guts stepped forward and pulled the trigger of the shotgun.

Shit, Guts thought, forgetting he was out of ammo.

The vampire roared, flexing its huge arms. It stomped forward, raising its claws, ready to strike.

In response, Guts smiled.

The monster only got one more step before Guts threw the shotgun as hard as he could through the window. A blast of deep pink, nearly purple dusk-light poured through the broken glass, enveloping the vampire, trapping the wounded monster within its strange embrace.

Immediately, the coarse hair on its back and arms singed and burned away. It cried out with the loudest, highest pitched screech yet, causing Guts to cover his surely bleeding ears. Its dark brown skin wrinkled and turned black. Smoke coiled off it like a burning pile of plastic in thick, dark grey wisps. The vampire collapsed to the floor, trying to hide its face from the radiation light as its skin began to slough off in sheets, revealing boiling black blood underneath.

Guts covered his face and gagged once again. This smell trumped all of the noxious odors in the room, combining burning rubber, rotten fish, and soiled diapers. It trapped itself in the back of Guts’ throat, causing him to taste it every time he swallowed back the bile rising from his belly.

All at once, the gory heap exploded, sending its baked flesh and soupy blood in all directions. The entire room was splattered with sticky, goopy vampire remains.

Unrecognizable parts of its companion oozed down the walls and rained down from the ceiling as the final beast—with a flailing, kicking, screaming Shelly in its embrace—made a desperate dive off the bed and into the mouth of the hole in the wall from whence it came, escaping the sunlight, having only suffered heavy burns across the side of its face and left arm. Shelly cried out for Guts one last time before the monster disappeared into the blackness of the hole. She locked eyes with him, terrified.

Guts bolted after them on weak legs, but stopped at the wall. It was too late. They were gone.


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Vampire Guts In Nuke Town Chapter 3

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 0chapter 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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