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Mortal Kombat 9 - Skank of the Flies	By : salarta Category: +M through R > Mortal Kombat Views: 17408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Mortal Kombat, their characters or any ideas or concepts contained herein. This story is a mere fan-made work, and I make no money or profit from its creation and dissemination.

Chapter List
- 1-Skank of the Flies
- 2-Spoiled Princess
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Author's Note: After I beat story mode to MK9, I found a very strong interest in both Sindel herself as a corrupted bitch, and her relation to Kitana. I'm going a bit darker here than I have in the past, but hey, it's Mortal Kombat, I think a series filled with fatalities and grotesqueries can handle this content in a fanfic. Plus, I got to try some atypical concepts. I'm not promising anything, but I think I may add another chapter once the Skarlet DLC comes out.

Kitana dropped from the portal in a squat. Her loincloth billowed upward as her legs bowed, exposing the flies swarming about her nude, sloppy pussy before falling to hide her shame. Every muscle and tendon screamed as she slowly rose, gazing across the humid landscape.

Sand funneled in tiny weak tornados across desert dunes. Vultures circled overhead, the sun cresting hot over stark white clouds. Already, the heat sizzled fresh sweat from her bronzed flesh, releasing the womanly pungence of an abused, sloven Edenian puppet-slave. She whipped out her fan to its full spread, wide enough to span the length of her torso, and waved cooling false wind over her grimy muscled breasts.

"If the sorcerer wanted to humiliate me while fighting in his service, why send me out to the desert?" Kitana wondered.

She hovered two fingers over the conforming nose-lip of her mask, vexed by the oppressive issue of her trapped hot breath and the risk of renewed stench-borne arousal. Had she the free will to act on her own decisions, she would have set out across desert drifts for the nearest city. Yet she stood by, awaiting some outcome demanded by the sorcerer... and stared on, eyes flexing wider as a skeleton rose from its sandy home.

Cracked, fragile bones collected themselves, repairing before her. Its jaw chittered. Its hands clawed to pull the rest from its lifeless pit. As the whole mass laid itself out, it turned on its back, writhing to hellish groans. A green soul frame flickered like a model on wireframe.

"By the Elder Gods! What fiend conjures itself before me?!"

Despite ten thousand years of life, and months raped among the dead, the realm of conjurers remained a sickly sight to the assassin-princess. Kitana stared as the soul frame became the wrinkled, ghastly pale flesh of a woman, as fresh hair sprouted from its bald scalp and bare mons in reverse-skunky grey and black stripes, as subtle crow's feet hid behind thick black eyeliner and the light purple eyeshadow beneath thin eyebrows. Opened eyelids revealed the strange woman's blank white eyes, dissolved of any emotion but that which Quan Chi chose for her.

Kitana's fan paused as she gazed, despairing as the nude beauty sat up with both legs held against her chest by crossed arms, returning a crazed pearly grin framed by soft lavender lips.

"Fiend? Ha! You're one to talk, vile wench," the woman spat.

"Mother..."

As she rose from the ground, Sindel's mature figure unfurled before her daughter like an unwrapping gift, pressing her hands to her hips in wide-legged stance. Brisk wind swirled sand over her orchid nipples. The full bloom of a womanly sag to her bosom exaggerated once hidden stretch marks, ones the former Edenian queen lowered her head to view with a long sniff before glancing back at Kitana.

"Do you like my breasts, daughter?" Sindel cruelly suggested. "Does it arouse you to see what your infant mouth did to them over ten millennia ago, to know you once felt and tasted your mother's soft, saggy tits?"

"No!" Kitana's answer was true, revulsion setting in at the thought... but her body acted otherwise. Her chestnut teats perked, the unscarred scorched earth of her loins drooled, as the vessel for her soul conjured its Netherrealm training to the sight of barenaked flesh.

Sagely perceptive, Sindel accused, "So you've become a whore AND a liar in my absence. No matter. You'll serve me well as a sparring partner, or as a training dummy if you're as pathetic as the last time I fought you and Earthrealm's warriors."

"Mother, I don't want to fight you!" Kitana pleaded.

"You have no choice. I've been newly resurrected, and you, daughter, spent many months with your arms up and your legs spread until every demon and spectre in the Netherrealm had a chance to relieve themselves with that open dumpster you call a body. We need to refresh our skills to better serve our master."

'Relieve themselves'. The true cause of such insults, Quan Chi's mind-altering sorcery, did nothing to dilute her mother's venomous words. Kitana's soul ached, shamed by the dishonor her soiled, cum-stained self brought to her family line. The burn of guilty lust grew fresh on her mask-covered cheeks as she ogled Sindel, every inch of the queen's flesh aged like a fine wine she needed to taste. Her body's desires fell closer to the Netherrealm sorcerer's schemes the longer she viewed Sindel's dark nether lips and heaving, elegantly full bosom.

Distracted as she was, Kitana saw only the briefest glimpse of her mother's oscillating fighting stance before a fist crashed into her jaw.

Her head snapped aside, followed by an abdomen uppercut jerking her full weight airborne. Before she could recover, a leg grab led into a circular twirl, her body released to smash back-end among the desert's ruins. Crumpling to the ground, Kitana wiped the blood from her eyebrow and peered up at the object she hit, registering the stone statue likeness of her mother's face in an instant.

"I know this place!" Kitana said.

"You should," Sindel answered. "This is your dear friend Jade's desert, part of the Edenian realm lost when Shao Kahn merged it with Outworld."

Balancing herself, Kitana staggered upright and stepped closer. "I refuse to fight you mother, not for Quan Chi. I suffered for months in the Netherrealm, but I would rather go back to that than help him turn you into a monster."

Sindel cackled, grinning mad, using her powers to hover on misty purple energy. "You think you have a choice? Our master demands we fight. If you aren't willing, his magic will force you to act, the same as when you obediently accepted your months-long training to become the Netherrealm's nastiest skank."

As if cued by the words themselves, Kitana's hands dug into the sand, pulled out her prized fans and wrist-whipped them forward. A quick, easy duck by Sindel left an opening, one Kitana's body exploited as she flew toward her in a flurry of Pretty Kicks. Her heels stomped and twisted into the fat, flabby kicking bags against her mother's chest. Returning to default stance, Kitana gasped at the light purple bruises left by her own two feet.

"I... I couldn't control my body! Please forgive me, Quan Chi-"

"Ahahahaha!" Sindel choked one of her boobs, veins pulsing around her popped nipple. "What a weak bitch you turned out to be. Do you really think this is so terrible? When Shao Kahn had me for his wife, he beat me every day to remind me I was his property. He never did take well to my plots for rebellion."

Memories of serving Shao Kahn, thinking he was her father, mixed with the news of her mother's abuse. Her stomach knotted at the blind loyalty she held for such a monster, vengeful yearnings quieted as she remembered Quan Chi's presentation of the tyrant's lasting death by Raiden and the Elder Gods. She swallowed the shaking desire to punish a man she could no longer pursue, and set her eyes on what he left behind.

"It's not about strength," Kitana said. "It's about family. We shouldn't be attacking each other, we should be-AGH!"

Kitana, cowed by a yank and twist to her tit, bent over. She looked up into her mother's cold, dead eyes as Sindel slipped a finger into her mask and ripped the whole cloth from her face. One whiff of her rising stench said it all: she was defeated.

"Ooohhh by the Elder Gods!" she cried, rubbing her thighs as her juices ran down her legs. Her fingers played along the edge of her tender, gaping pussy lips, as the soiled Edenian princess fought to keep her hand from plunging into that horny abyss sucking away at her righteous soul.

Sindel smugly grinned, slapping her daughter clean across her cheek as a dance of horny jitters overtook Kitana's legs between hot moans. "You're not worth the effort of a fight. I'll test my might with a true warrior. As for you... you will learn respect."

Sindel flung Kitana past her by the tit, spun, and planted one firm heel right up her daughter's tight anal bud. The delicious anguish spewing from her princess' mouth sent Sindel on a surge of corrupted delight, her undead heart pounding as Kitana stumbled forward and fell onto all fours. With her daughter's ass upraised, she smirked, aiming for the bullseye hidden behind a tattered blue loincloth.

She screeched.

Purple sound waves funneled from her mouth, ripping the loincloth to shreds. To the sight of frail Edenian flesh, Sindel adjusted the strength and scope of her powers to bury like a sonic vibrator into her daughter's sloppy cunt.

Kitana's pussy flies dispersed, uprooted by her mad mother. Crusted demon spunk peeled away while fresh wetness squirted out the small gaps between the sound cone and her loins.

"Ooh... ooooooh... mother, ple-OHH!"

The answer to her plea came in a stronger burst, rippling from the bare outskirts of her gaping sex to the deepest pits of her womb. The shake and rattle, as pleasant as it was, failed to impress next to the one sex trigger stained upon her soul before her transport to Outworld. Her royal lungs filled with the undignified odor of her own sweaty clothes and slick skin. Her new insect companions swirled and crawled about her mangy, clumped tresses. Every toss of her hair threw flies from their nest, until the mass buzzed to the safe zone of her dirty face and greasy, stinking breasts.

"I can't... this feels..."

A kaleidoscope of colors cascaded through her Edenian eyes, the biology of her birth overwhelming her senses with a vivid display of what touched her loins. Faint, sparkling puffs of violet pixie dust blew from her lips, as an occasional ripple of sound copied her mother's powerscream with her deep, quaking sex cries.

Powerless, she blinked the spots from her vision soon enough to look down at the soft brush strokes to her chest. Hair, black and white, wrapped over her reeking muscly mamms, stretching the elastic limits of her flesh as they tugged her in the air and dangled her toward their owner.

"I see some good has come from satisfying your slutty desires," Sindel coldly remarked. "I've helped you realize a new skill that may become useful to our master, and it looks very much like my Banshee Scream. What shall we call it..."

Sindel rubbed Kitana's square jaw, smirking at the sneer and headjerk response she received for such affectionate strokes. Inhaling, Sindel basked in the foul fruits of her daughter's Netherrealm labors, leaning back as the soul-sealed stench overpowered her new nose's limits. She readied to comment when the princess spoke first.

"I know, I smell like ass," Kitana spat.

"No, ass smells better. You stink of your whore lifestyle."

"You know what Quan Chi has done to me. To us."

Sindel feigned ignorance, suppressing a vicious cackle as she lied right to her daughter's face.

"Quan Chi can only bring out the worst in us, Kitana. He found out what a soulless bitch I am inside and freed me from the weak constraints of society. He had to take different measures with you. You used to hide your true thoughts and feelings behind a facade, but Quan Chi has forced you to show what you refuse to admit. You are a spoiled rotten princess, the worst ever born."

"Mother!"

"Silence!" Sindel hissed. "You pretend to be good-natured and moral, but deep down you've always wanted nothing more than to lay around and have sex. Quan Chi has made your body as rotten as your soul, and still you refuse to admit it. I've decided. You do not deserve independence. You are a grown infant before me, and like a good little girl you're going to do everything your mother commands."

Before Kitana could protest, green energy flowed over her dangling form.

Sindel smiled, basking in its faint, fading flow. "Thank you, master, for allowing me to put my daughter in her place, and I know right where to begin. Kitana! From now on, the name for your new skill is Skank Moan."

"I... I will not refer to my Skank Moan as-!!" She drew in a sharp breath, and tried again. "I refuse to call my Skank Moan by... Skank Moan. Skank Moan. Skank Moan. S...k...i...ank Moan."

"Good girl!" Sindel praised. "I think you deserve a reward. Come, eat out your mother."

If Kitana had the power to resist, Sindel stripped her of the chance. Lowering her daughter to her groin, a new, distinctly Edenian power revealed itself as Sindel's pubes reached out and cocooned around Kitana's head. The thatchwork of hair drew the princess in, rubbing her nose between her mother's nether cleavage as her tongue darted into Sindel's violet sex.

"Yes, that's the way." Sindel purred like a cougar, dropping to kneel against Kitana's face. "Prove to me you can put good use to your whore skills."

Her hips slid her pussy against pressed lips, riding less like a bucking bronco and more as a slow trot on horseback. She scraped her fingernails against Kitana's titflesh and pinched their dark caps, as her hair squeezed the dirty pair at the base, pressing their mass into strained slimy globes.

"You have great tits. Next to the beach balls on Mileena and Jade, they're almost dignified... almost." As her lively hair retreated, breast spilled out across her daughter's chest. She raised strands thick with a new glossy coat from Kitana and sniffed. "I forgot how filthy you are for a slut. Thanks to you, my skunk hairstyle smells the way it looks. This calls for a reward AND a punishment."

Pinned to the ground, Kitana's rapid gulps took all the issuing wetness pouring from her mother's moist, well-aged loins. The sting of battered boobs dulled to the resurrected femme spunk coating her tongue and trickling down her chin. Released from her pube vice, she had but a second to relax before her mother pulled her to her feet.

"I feel refreshed, don't you?" Sindel mocked.

"That was disgusting." Swilling her saliva, Kitana spat a full glob of her mother's taste, shuddering as the act only drew its most potent extract to the tip of her tongue.

"You think that was disgusting, daughter? Put your arms behind your head."

Kitana's arms shook as they won out against her feeble attempts at self-control. Her thick, matted armpit hair spread from the sunken, sweat-drenched pockets of her underarms. Her bosom jiggled as her stretch drew them higher on her chest. Her fingers locked together. With the shackles of suffocation freed, the purest form of her stench passed to her defenseless nostrils.

Her legs struggled against weakness, quivering as she orgasmed on the spot. The rare blush of her hottest arousal bubbled into her chest, as shame tinged her cheeks. Sand swallowed what would have turned into a small puddle between her open legs.

"THIS is disgusting," Sindel said. "You're so pathetic, you can't resist the foul smell of your own body. Any true warrior could work up a sweat without going into heat like a wild dog."

"It's... not my fault," Kitana asserted. "Quan Chi-"

"Quan Chi revealed you for what you are. You're useless if you can't fight without your mask on. You're going to follow your mother with your nasty armpits exposed until you can walk a mile without an orgasm."

"I..." She trailed, as thoughts of resistance left her. She was defeated. Her arms forced high like a subdued prisoner of war, she breathed in her musk and moaned, dripping free from her puffy snatch, as she followed her mother's lead.
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