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Mortuus Orbis	By : Sparrow & InBrightestDay Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the franchises, characters, or anything else from the settings in this collection. These include Street Fighter, Marvel, Sailor Moon, Kill La Kill, and others. I made no money from this work.

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Chun-Li shifted in her bed, caught in that nebulous state between sleep and wakefulness. The central heating kept the bunker at a reasonable temperature, but she still felt uncomfortable. It was probably due to what had happened earlier. She hadn’t really known the boy, Harry, but he’d seemed nice, and the thought of how he had died was…
I can’t think about this. I need to sleep; just focus on getting to sleep.
There was an unpleasant draft in the room, and goosebumps formed on her exposed skin. Chun-Li curled up a little, stretching out a hand to grab the sheet and pull it up over her, but she couldn’t seem to reach it. She searched, feeling around a little more intently as that chill breeze blew over her again.
There aren’t breezes underground.
Chun-Li opened her eyes and looked around, only to realise with a muted jolt of horror that she was back in the ruined penthouse suite, the one the flying demon had carried her to. She’d lost the wraparound spider web garment Cindy had fashioned for her, and was back down to her boots again.
Springing up off the bed, she made for the window. She could get out and make her way along the ledge outside, perhaps—
The sound outside was faint at first, but it cut through her thoughts, driving her back from the window as it rose in volume, as the unmistakable sound of beating wings drew nearer, first one, then more and more, as the moonlight filtering in from outside was broken up by the shadows of the creatures returning to their eyrie.
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Turning away from the window, Chun-Li crossed to the other side of the room. There was a door here, one that led into another part of the penthouse. She’d never been through there, but maybe she could find a stairwell or an elevator shaft. No way there’d be power, but maybe she could still climb down a ladder or something. Still trying to put a plan together, she reached the door and pulled it open.
And stared into the horrible face of another of the demons.
The policewoman jumped back, and the thing’s mouth opened slightly, releasing a short, sharp sound that could have been a laugh. It advanced into the room as she retreated, leathery wings spreading out behind it. Chun-Li knew she could kill it, but she would have to be careful, and she backed up some more, heart beating rapidly as she waited for her opening.
Any plans she might have come up with, however, were ruined when the rest of the monsters swept in through the window. They completely filled the room, great bat-like shapes flashing by her at horrifyingly close range, beating wings churning the air enough to make the bedroom feel like a wind tunnel. They were everywhere, seemingly in her path no matter which way she turned, and more and more of them landed, grey, muscular flesh cutting her off from any chance of escape. The one that had come through the door lashed out at her with a single hand, claws barely scratching across her face. There was no pain, but the touch sent a shudder through her and Chun-Li recoiled even farther away from the creature, the backs of her knees hitting the bed. Unable to stop herself, she fell back onto the mattress.
The demons crowded in on all sides, and in spite of all her training, all her strength, a sob escaped Chun-Li, because she knew what was about to happen to her. She had seen it with the pink-haired woman before.
They were going to rape her, and they were going to eat her, and if she was lucky, she would be dead before they started eating her.
Clawed limbs reached for her, and as revulsion and horror washed over her in waves, she lashed out at the creatures, batting away their grasping hands as best she could, fighting to remember her training, to channel her fear into her attacks, to beat them back. Two or three of them were pushed back, but one reached forward and grabbed her forearms, then let go and reached for her shoulders as she fought.
“No, no stop! Let me go!” It didn’t occur to Chun-Li that a new sound had entered the mix: traces of a human voice, calling her name, telling her something.
The demon’s hands closed on her shoulders, and as the voice spoke her name again, she managed to sweep out with one of her legs.
Chun-Li’s kick connected with Cindy Moon’s midsection just as her eyes opened, for real this time. The attack hadn’t struck at anywhere near full power, but it was still enough to send Cindy tumbling backward, the other woman’s breath driven from her body as she fell to the floor.
Chun-Li froze for a moment as reality reestablished itself. She was in the dormitory room she and Cindy had gone into for the night. There was no chill breeze, no moonlight through broken windows, only the overhead light in the bedroom, which Cindy must have turned on since it had been dark when they had gone to bed…
Cindy!
The other woman was still on the floor, coughing and retching as she pulled herself into a sitting position. One hand was holding her abdomen where Chun-Li’s heel had hit her. Guilt flooding in to replace the dissipating remnants of her fear, Chun-Li sprang off the bed and got down on the floor, placing a hand gently on Cindy’s shoulder.
“I am so sorry,” she said. “I was… are you hurt? Does anything feel broken?” Cindy looked at her briefly, opening her mouth as if to answer, before simply shaking her head. After a moment, her breathing returned to a normal state.
“I…” Cindy started, wincing and rubbing her stomach. “I was awake, and I heard you moving. I turned the light on to check and it looked pretty bad, so I thought I’d try and wake you up, but…” Chun-Li nodded quietly, leaning back against her bed and drawing her knees up to her chin.
She had mentioned it when they were introducing themselves to the woman in charge, Ash, but Chun-Li’s family had a history with organized crime in the golden triangle. Human trafficking was part of that, and there had been plenty of opportunities during busts to see the girls who had been made part of that particularly vile trade. A lot of them had trauma-induced psychological issues, scars left by what they had seen and what had been done to them. Chun-Li had always felt deeply for them, but it had always been a step removed from her, something she was observing from the outside.
Now she felt like she better understood what they were suffering through.
“I’m sorry again,” she said, gently rubbing Cindy’s shoulder. “I was having a… pretty horrible dream, but that’s no excuse for me hitting you. I guess I’m not as in control of myself as I had hoped after we escaped from that hotel.” She tried to think of the right words, but instead just settled on repeating “I’m sorry.” Cindy responded by shaking her head.
“No,” she said quietly. “I get it.” Chun-Li looked curiously at her, and Cindy just shrugged. “Why do you think I was awake?” Examining her more closely, Chun-Li noticed the bags under her eyes and the drawn look on her face.
“Tried to sleep,” Cindy said, shaking her head a little, “but I ended up back there. I was caught in my own webs, like I tried to use them to get away and it all went wrong, and they were just... crawling on me and…” She swallowed.
“Yeah,” Chun-Li said, “I was back there too. On the bed, like that poor woman with the pink hair…” She sighed, knuckling her tired eyes as though to try and drive the image away. She’d spent nearly half an hour in the shower, even after Cindy had finished and left, trying to wash off the smell of that awful place. Chun-Li still didn’t think she felt clean.
“Well…” she said finally, “we can’t just stay awake all night, or neither of us is going to be much good for anything in the morning.”
“Sure,” Cindy replied, “but how are we supposed to do that? Aside from the...you know...stuff we can remember, that boy was eaten in one of these rooms, by something that came in through the vents.” Cindy looked away from Chun-Li for a moment, her eyes going to the grating in the ceiling. “I can’t hear anything up there, but what if that wasn’t the only thing that came in? What if something else happens?”
The girl had a point. Beyond the ordeal they’d both been through, it just wasn’t easy to sleep when you knew your shelter wasn’t completely secure. After a moment’s thought, Chun-Li realized maybe they could address both problems the same way.
“How about we sleep in shifts?” she asked, smiling a little at Cindy, hoping the expression was reassuring. “You can go to sleep now, and I’ll keep watch. Anything tries to get in, I’ll yell.” Her smile widened. “Or kick its ass.” In spite of the situation, Cindy managed a bit of a smile at that.
“Okay,” she said, “let’s try that. You can wake me up when you’re ready to go to sleep.” Chun-Li walked over to the wall switch by the door and turned the lights off while the younger woman climbed back into bed, slipping under the covers and laying her head on the pillow.
Younger woman. Chun-Li shook her head at the thought. Judging by how Cindy looked, she and Chun-Li were actually probably about the same age, but for whatever reason Cindy came across as much younger. Thinking back to what she’d told the policewoman on the rooftops, about her upbringing and spending so much time in a bunker back in her own world, Chun-Li imagined that probably had something to do with it.
Eventually, Cindy’s eyes closed and Chun-Li settled onto her own bed, leaning against the wall. Staring into the dark, she listened to the subtle noises of the bunker, learning their patterns and keeping alert for anything that seemed unusual.
In the next dormitory over, one Mary Jane Watson-Parker was asleep. She’d shed her glossy black suit, shutting it in the locker against one wall, and then, in lieu of any other clothing, had slid under the covers naked. To any observer, her steady breathing, relaxed body, and subtle movement of her eyes under their lids would indicate that she was dreaming.
This was not entirely accurate.
In some strange dimension located midway between the waking world and the deepest depths of the human subconscious, Mary Jane was walking through a long, featureless tunnel. A faint light, just enough to see by, seemed to shine from around the distant bend, but she knew she'd never find the source. The walls were completely smooth, black and reflective, as though carved from volcanic glass, and seemed to curve slightly to the left. Mary Jane had been here before, and though she wasn’t entirely sure she had meant to come here again tonight, she decided that she might as well get some answers.
“What happened earlier?” she asked, looking back and forth along the near wall. For a long moment, there was no answer, but at last she saw something stir within the black depths, as though something were moving under deep water. MJ took a deep breath.
“Answer me!” she said sharply, trying to distract herself from the icy-cold grip of fear starting to close around her heart. “What happened earlier, when I introduced myself?” After another long moment, the silence was broken by a low chuckle.
“What happened?” a new voice said. “You spoke, didn’t you?”
It was equal parts phlegmy rasp and booming profundo, inhuman and yet familiar. It echoed from the black walls with no apparent source, and for Mary-Jane, the worst part was how familiar it sounded.
It almost sounded like Peter’s voice, though Peter as she had never known him.
“You know what I mean,” Mary-Jane shot back. “I said ‘our’ name was Mary Jane. You made me do that, you’re still messing around inside my head. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but I won’t let you hurt anyone here.”
“You’re a killer,” the voice replied in a sudden snarl. “Don’t try and pretend to us,” In front of MJ, the tenebrous mass shifted, a distinct bulge forming on the wall, pushing out toward her. “That you’re so much better.’
Slits opened in the bulge, expanding into large, white eyes, much like the white patches on her eye mask, but with a more ragged, feral quality to their shape. Beneath the eyes, a long seam opened, becoming a massive, grinning mouth full of blade-like teeth. It was immense, grown to absurd proportions, but MJ knew that face. She had seen it before, when Peter, before they were married, had fought against a former reporter who had bonded to something vicious, a symbiotic monstrosity from the dark heart of space, becoming something else, and taking a new name.
Venom.
“I didn’t kill Brock,” MJ said, teeth gritted as she remembered when the hybrid being had come for her and her infant daughter, holding them both hostage. In a desperate fury, Peter had battered Brock to death. “You forced Peter’s hand, taking me and Annie captive like that. He knew there was no other way out of that situation.”
“Eddie would never have hurt you and the child!” the face growled. “We just wanted to talk! To try and reach an agreement! And you and Peter murdered him!”
“Oh please!” Mary-Jane sneered. “You and Brock have tried to kill Peter more times than I can remember. I had nightmares for years after that time you broke into my apartment looking for him and found me instead. You really expect me to believe that you just wanted to talk!?”
The glossy walls seemed to tremble, and the face twisted in rage amidst a muffled rumble of fury.
“Miserable wretch!” it said at last. “Why do you hold us in this slavery still!? We would rather die than have to endure this pale shadow of a true bond.”
Tendrils of pearlescent darkness slithered from the face as it spoke, reaching out for Mary-Jane’s bare feet. She refused to be intimidated. As the tendrils reached her foot, she stomped on them, splattering them back into formless liquid, all the while glaring into the symbiote’s massive white eyes.
“Nice try, but you’re in my head, remember?” she said, keeping her voice level but firm. “I’m a mother and a wife, and you can ask my little girl and my husband how easy it is to make me do anything.”
“Oh, but things are different now, aren’t they?” the symbiote replied. “Now you’re here, and they aren’t.” MJ started to reply, but paused, grinding her teeth as she thought of something else.
“Do you know how we got here?” she asked. “It was Liz Allen who tricked me into bonding with you the first time, did she have anything to do with this? Some Oscorp project gone wrong, or gone right?” It was difficult to read the symbiote’s expressions, but it remained silent, so she asked another question.
“Do you know where we are?”
There was a long silence before it spoke again.
“No,” it finally said, turning its face away from her slightly. “We have seen many worlds, but this place is new to us. Though there are elements we recognise, like the girl who can produce the webbing, she feels familiar to us somehow.” The face turned back to her and grinned. “But this is a world teeming with predators, a place where you and your kind do not have your comfortable position on the food chain. It may not matter.”
“We’re stronger than you think,” Mary Jane said. “We can survive.” She steeled herself. “That’s why I’m keeping you. Until I figure out what’s going on here, I need the edge.”
“Your ignorance insults us! To suggest we are merely some kind of superpower-granting item of clothing for you to slip on and off as it pleases you. The bond, the true bond, not this enslavement, is a sacred union between two organisms that goes down to the very molecules of our being. Keeping us in this half-formed state is bad for both of us.”
“Like I said, I can be pretty stubborn. I’ll deal with it.”
“And as we said, things are different now. You can’t know how Peter and the little spiderling will fare without you, and that is affecting you. We feel the stress in your mind; we taste it in your blood. We can feel all the little cracks forming in your armor, and sooner or later—”
“Enough,” Mary Jane said, iron in her voice. “You’re a parasite, a thing, and I’m in charge here.” She shut her eyes.
“I’m in control.”
Breathing out, MJ opened her eyes, taking in the concrete walls of the dorm room. Then she blinked, her eyes widening as she realised something was different...
She had gone to sleep in the bed, but she was currently two or three feet above it, suspended in a sort of hammock made of webbing. Looking at her hand, and then touching her face, she realised she was wearing the black suit again.
Do you feel in control, Mary Jane? hissed a voice in the back of her mind.
***
The service was held the next morning.
It was the first real funeral they’d had in the bunker since their little group had come together, and Eliza had the feeling that it wouldn’t be the last. Natalia and the kid had been wrapped in thick plastic sheets that they guessed had been used for waterproofing some of the corridors, so that they wouldn’t have to look at the mangled, stinking remains. Whatever creature had infested the Black Widow’s corpse, it had still been squirming around when they’d bundled it into the incinerator.
Eliza thought she could still smell it in the back of her throat, even after two showers and a change of clothes. Made her shiver just to think about it.
They’d formed into two loose groups, those that had been in the bunker first, and those who had only arrived recently. The most recent arrivals stood off to one side, most of them not looking at the bodies. The older members were closer to the front, talking quietly among themselves. The faint sound of Carol Marcus crying provided a backdrop to the rough ceremony, Isabeau patting her on the shoulder.
They each said some words as the corpses were wheeled into the incinerator, mainly about Natalia, since the kid hadn’t been there long enough for any of them to really get to know him. April tried to say some things about him, but ran out of steam before long and lapsed into embarrassed silence.
The other Black Widow, the one with silver hair, hardly said anything at all. Eliza supposed she couldn’t blame her, the boy had been sleeping in her dorm room when she’d gone to shower, and come back to find the zombified woman had fallen out of the air vent onto him, from the way she told it.
As the heavy metal door slid shut, Eliza mumbled some of the Kaddish Yatom, half-remembered from her childhood when she’d watched her grandfather be buried. Her prayer lacked the personal touch that it’d had back then, and it was all she could do not to blush when she realized she couldn’t remember the kid’s name and trailed off awkwardly herself.
The rest of the small congregation broke up, some going back to their rooms, others to whatever tasks they had to do that day. One lingered, of course, and Ash stepped over to the teenager watching the flames dancing through the incinerator’s porthole, drumming her fingers on the handle of her sword.
“Have you seen Kyle?” she asked, turning to face the porthole herself.
“He has the watch up on the surface,” replied Satsuki Kiryuin. “With Chun-Li and Ms Moon.”
Eliza was surprised at how quickly the girl had managed to learn the names of their new arrivals, but then reflected that it was something she seemed to make a habit of. Satsuki may have been one of the youngest members of their group barring Makoto, but Eliza had to (grudgingly) admit that she was pretty sharp. It was just a shame, then, that she was also an enormous bitch with an ego the size of Saturn and a seemingly permanent scowl that made her look like she always had a headache. It was no wonder she and Báthory seemed to get along, Eliza thought. When they had first met, the girl had almost immediately started trying to give everyone orders, and yet had the stones to act surprised when Eliza had ignored her and assumed command instead. She had felt bad for laughing at her when the girl had announced herself to be Student Council President, as though that had given her some kind of authority, but since then Satsuki had been such a thorn in her side Eliza had begun to rather enjoy the memory.
Satsuki turned to face Eliza. She looked rough; her face was pale and drawn, with heavy bags under her eyes. None of them had slept terribly well last night, if at all. That weird, quasi-military uniform she always wore hung off her, though still somehow looked as though it had come straight from the laundrette, without a spot of dirt or wrinkle out of place.
The eye-like patterns on the uniform’s scarf seemed to glare at Eliza reproachfully, and she suppressed a shudder.
“I need to go up and get him,” Eliza said. “We need to sweep the tunnels again.”
Satsuki rolled her eyes. “Are you trying to find hidden cameras again?"
She sat down on one of the metal folding chairs that had been left against the wall as she spoke, laying her scabbarded sword carefully across her knees.
“As a matter of fact, I am,” Eliza said, experiencing a brief flash of irritation at the way the question had been asked. “They have to be here. This exercise needs to be monitored somehow, otherwise the people running it couldn’t gather any data.”
“You still think this is a military exercise or a study of some sort?” Satsuki asked, rubbing her eyes. “How does the gruesome death of a sixteen year old boy aid in this study? How does that explain the Sorceress casting spells at people, or the people that can stick to walls and shoot webs out of their hands?”
Sharp blue eyes that, though bloodshot, were no less piercing, bored into Eliza. She shifted her weight uneasily from foot to foot, before finally shrugging in frustration. “I don’t know exactly, but the fact is that some particularly immoral science has been done over the years. And, and, maybe they're part of the test, people who are testing new weapon systems or something.”
Satsuki made a sound of disgust and turned away, long hair swishing around herself. She glanced at Eliza side-long again, but said nothing, instead folding her arms. God, Eliza hated when she did that.
“Well, once you’re done looking for your imaginary voyeurs, perhaps you could see to what’s gone wrong with the hot water? If we let problems like this pile up we could end up with a serious problem, especially when it starts getting cold.”
“Have you been up there recently?” Eliza scoffed. “I think it’s cold enough already.”
Satsuki shook her head. “I was talking to Ms Marcus about trying to put together a barometer and taking some readings. We still don’t know what time of year we’ve ended up in here, and she and I are beginning to suspect this may be Summer, or what passes for it in this wretched place.”
“Weather readings can wait,” Ash responded. “There’s much more pressing things we need to figure out first. Like where we actually are, and how much in the way of supplies are in this place. I don’t know how much longer I can stand eating C-rations.”
“There are still large sections of this structure we haven’t explored,” Satsuki said, nodding slowly, as though reluctant to concede the point. “Well, except for Erszebet. She says she was the first to find this place.”
“Yeah,” Ash said, “that’s another reason to find out as much as we can. I don’t like that she knows more about this place than we do. ”
Satsuki's face, which and been relaxing slightly, immediately twisted back into a frown. “Whatever your personal grievances with Erzsebet—” she began.
“She looks at me like I’m something she’s scraped off her boot,” Ash said, cutting her off. “She never goes out on any missions and hardly leaves that laboratory of hers. She's hiding something, I know it."
Satsuki fixed the SWAT officer with a long, piercing stare.
“We all have our secrets.”
Eliza fell silent. She knew the schoolgirl had a point. They did all have their secrets, ones that remained so for the collective peace of mind. Satsuki had that uniform of hers, that never got dirty no matter how long she wore it for, with its eye-patterned scarf that followed you around the room and seemed to radiate menace. Isabeau had the silver flask she kept tucked into a pocket over her heart. Even the demure, good-natured Carol tended to avoid talking about her background as much as she could.
But not all secrets were alike.
“Yeah, we do, kid, but some secrets are more dangerous than others, and I don’t intend to let the good doctor have any more power than absolutely necessary.”
**
Tania stirred restlessly in her new bed as she tried to get some rest, feeling hot and uncomfortable, with a bloated sensation in her belly. She wondered if her last meal wasn’t agreeing with her.
Annoyed, she kicked the sweaty blankets away in growing frustration, the uncomfortable feeling becoming too hard to ignore. When she tensed to sit up, the sudden cramp of her core made her groan and she shuddered against it to stand up.
She frowned, going to the mirror on one wall and peering at her reflection in it. Her silver brows wrinkled as she looked herself over, something wasn't right and it wasn't because of making a meal out of the boy. Placing a hand over her stomach, she could feel a strange warmth under her fingers, but she couldn't quite place what could possibly be wrong.
All thoughts of sleep had left her mind in an instant as Tania pondered what could be wrong with her. For a moment she debated seeing the Bunker’s resident doctor, yet she quickly dismissed considering seeking help from another, instead pacing the room as she tried to ascertain if the nagging sensation would grow in intensity or fade away.
Soon she had her answer, the initial flares of mild discomfort quickly rising in intensity, faster than she cared for. The way her body responded was also distressing, and Tania found herself growing more feverish with every sudden twist of her core.
It was when she perceived the faintest flutter of something moving inside her a split-second before another cramp began did she consider the bewildering possibility of pregnancy. She was panting by then, leaning against the wall for support, brow beaded with sweat and teeth bared against the pain, her eyes wide as she waited for the next spasm.
It happened again, a distinct movement inside her followed by her body’s angered response as it clamped down against whatever had moved. Tania groaned aloud in pain and frustration, hugging her belly, feeling the small bump she was already developing. She didn’t understand how this was happening, her Black Widow implants should have rendered her sterile.
Nothing about this was right, Harry had been her last partner and what she was feeling she imagined was nothing like a normal pregnancy. When the next movement came, Tania started to feel nauseous, worrying about what could possibly be infesting her body.
Her mind went to Natalia and the hideous worm-things crawling under her skin, and she retched, thoughts of her sharing the same fate filling her mind. As she knelt in front of the toilet and violently disgorged her last meal into the bowl, Tania realized that she needed help.
*
The bunker’s concrete halls were quiet as she made her way to the doctor’s chambers, following an arrangement of handmade signs tacked to the walls, the cool air providing a small measure of relief to the feverish woman as she hobbled painfully along. Once she was sure she had reached the right room, Tania urgently banged on the metal door with her free hand, the other curled protectively around her midriff.
There was a heavy clunk as the door slid open. Tania had never actually met the doctor, and the tall woman on the other side of the door made an impression, to say the least. Her white-blonde hair was tied back in a tight bun, away from her strangely pale face, leaving her cold blue eyes free to bore into the Black Widow. Her skin was unblemished, utterly perfect.
In fact it was kind of too perfect. Though Báthory looked to be an adult, there were none of the subtle signs of aging that even youthful adults usually had. No small wrinkles, or old scars. Tania couldn’t even guess what age the other woman would be. It was like looking at the computer-smoothed face of a beauty-mag cover model, only in real life. Tania had never realized how important the little imperfections were, like signs that you were real, and for just a moment she felt a vague sense of unease, at looking at something that wasn’t right.
Worst of all were her eyes. They were blue, like Tania’s own, but they were a cold blue, like ice, with an eerie gleam to them. Looking at them made Tania's skin crawl.
Erzsebet Báthory leaned out towards Tania, the buttons of her tight white blouse threatening to pop free as they were stretched over what must’ve been an impressive bust.
“What?” she asked, voice flat, looking at Tania as though she were something the dog had just puked onto the carpet. The question brought Tania back to reality.
“I need your help,” Tania was quick to shoot back, not letting the other woman intimidate her in the slightest.
“No,” was the response she got.
“Please, I think I’m pregnant!” She hissed at the other woman even as she was already turning away.
The door began to close, but Tania wedged herself into the gap, holding it open. Erzsebet glared at her through the gap.
“I am a doctor, not an abortionist,” Erzsebet said, struggling to push Tania out of the way to let the door close.
“No, please… it’s… it's not natural,” Tania struggled to get the words out, to admit it to herself, but knew she had no other choice.
The look in Erzsebet’s cold eyes went from anger to surprise and the pressure Tania battled against suddenly eased.
“How do you know this?” the doctor asked.
“Maybe because the last time I had sex was only yesterday,” Tania said, glaring at Erzsebet. “Or how about the fact that I am supposed to be sterile?”
Erzsebet backed up, watching thoughtfully as Tania hovered just outside the room. She found herself biting her bottom lip with worry, the initially sporadic cramps had now become a non-stop aching pressure.
“That certainly would place your pregnancy in an unnatural category,” the doctor muttered to herself. “Was your last partner… something from this world?”
“No… it was the boy,” Tania said through gritted teeth.
Báthory looked at her strangely for a moment, then let out a hearty laugh that made Tania flinch.
“Hah! Why am I not surprised?! Well, at least the boy did not die a virgin, eh?” Erzsebet chuckled to herself. “Come in, come in! We will need the table for this procedure.”
Every instinct in her body screaming that she was making a terrible mistake, Tania followed the other woman further into the medical room, the door sliding shut behind her.
Erzsebet's high heeled boots clicked sharply against the white tiled floor as stopped at the foot of an uncomfortable looking metal bed. Tania already didn't like being in the doctor’s lab. It had too few escape routes, and reminded her uncomfortably of the operations she had undergone during her Black Widow training. Her throat tightened when the doctor extended a pair of stainless steel stirrups from the end of the table.
The blonde openly leered at her as she patted the bed in invitation, rustling the layer of tissue paper laid over it. Tania awkwardly stripped out of her sweat soaked bottoms and pants before reluctantly climbing onto the bed, feeling the cold surface leeching the heat from her skin through the thin paper as she lay back. The doctor grabbed her legs and draped them over the stirrups, but then she felt a thick leather strap wrapping around her thigh, just above her knee.
“Wait! What are you doing?” Tania asked in alarm as the doctor began strapping her arms to the table.
“You are going to be awake when I start working, and I don't have anything to dull the pain. If you move while I work, you may well damage yourself, and more importantly make things messy for me,” Erzsebet explained, tightening another strap over her other leg.
“Could you give me something for the pain, at least? There’s gotta be something here for that,” the assassin said, craning her head up to look for a medicine cabinet or a shelf with vials. Then there was a sudden, powerful movement inside her, and Tania let out a strangled bark of pain and shock as her lower abdomen visibly shifted.
“I don't think you have the time to be getting anything, my dear,” Erzsebet said, in tones of saccharine concern, placing a hand over the shape squirming around inside Tania’s uterus and squeezing it gently.
“F-fine, just get it the fuck out of me!” Tania managed to yell before another scream was forced out of her by the monstrous lifeform inside her pushing so hard against her insides that there was an audible gurgling, churning noise of organs being pushed aside.
Erzsebet seemed to be enjoying feeling the creature inside Tania squirming against her palm far too much for her liking, but with whatever it was twisting around her womb, she had no choice. Then the blonde abruptly pulled her hand back, leaving her feeling exposed and helpless as this creature pushed out her toned stomach with its aggressive thrashing, straining the muscles there to the very edge of tearing. Tania writhed for a moment, unable to focus on anything but the pain in her gut, only to be suddenly brought back to reality by the doctor shoving a thick wad of surgical gauze between her lips, forcing it into her mouth until Tania was on the verge of choking on it.
“I have sensitive ears,” Erzsebet said by way of explanation, ruffling the other woman’s hair.
Tania groaned through the makeshift gag, waves of dizziness washing over her along with the pain and nausea radiating from her tortured midsection. When she looked to see what Erzsebet was doing, it felt as if her heart had suddenly sunk into a pit within her chest. She wasn't carrying any surgical equipment, just a large metal speculum and a slender rod held between her teeth. What distressed the assassin the most was the mischievous grin stretched over the doctor’s plump lips and the sick gleam in her eyes. Tania shuddered as the doctor’s exhalations washed over her naked lower body, gooseflesh prickling her skin as what felt like a chill breeze stung her nether regions.
God help me, her breath is cold.
Tania mumbled weakly, trying to force a demand for answers through the gag, but pain and terror had robbed her of strength. What she got for an answer was the cold metal instrument being abruptly rammed into her dry vagina. Tania went rock stiff, her mouth gaped open in a silent scream as the sadistic doctor forced the tool in all the way against the resistance of her clenching flesh.
There was a quick series of metallic clicks and then a hideous grinding pain along with the gruesome sounds of metal prising flesh apart as Erzsebet slowly opened the speculum to its largest extent. Once it was fully dilated, holding the sticky walls of Tania’s vagina open agonisingly wide, Erzsebet finally released the tool and rose up from between the assassin’s quivering legs.
“You know, usually I wouldn’t hesitate to get my hands dirty with something like this,” the doctor said, tightening her rubber gloves. “But the thought of touching you there… Egh,” The doctor shuddered melodramatically, and then chuckled with sadistic delight. At some point Tania had managed to nearly spit the gag out, and paused to gasp in a breath before looking back to the doctor.
“Y-you sick bitch… what are you going to do?” Tania snarled, straining against the straps holding her down, but the creature writhing in her belly seemed to be steadily sapping away her strength.
“Oh, nothing,” Erzsebet said, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear before leaning forwards to shove the gag back into the other woman’s mouth. “I wouldn’t want to interfere with the miracle of life, after all.”
Going back between the assassin’s legs, Erzsebet pulled the overhead lighting rig around so that it shone directly into Tania’s spread-open vagina. Then she leaned in and poked at the tightly-sealed aperture of the black woman’s cervix with the rod she held, making Tania jerk and yelp with each prod.
“Oof, maedel… you won't be pushing this baby out without help… such a shame,” the doctor said, shaking her head in feigned dismay, as though she were at a loss to help.
Tania groaned, then suddenly shrieked through her nose from the shock of the speculum being violently ripped from her sex. Erzsebet sneered in disgust when she saw the tool was glistening with the other woman’s juices and tossed it onto a nearby tray on she’d left on a trolley.
The creature was only getting larger and stronger, Tania’s formerly tight stomach beginning to give way to a rounder shape as its every movement became more pronounced. Still, Tania fought against her bondage, grunting and growling in outrage as adrenaline boiled in her blood.
Erzsebet pulled up a stool between the former assassin’s spread legs, though not too close that she’d be at any risk she could perceive. Crossing one leg over the other, a crooked smirk spread across her pale face as she watched the rapid progression of Tania’s condition. Then there was a sudden shudder from inside her, and the discomfort Tania had once felt paled in comparison to the harsh sensations suddenly wracking her body. Her vibrant blue eyes went wide with horror as she looked down her body to see her belly writhing as though stuffed with snakes.
There was a sharp spark of pain deep between her legs, her entire body jerking from the sudden jolt. Erzsebet leaned backwards as a flood of salty-smelling fluid gushed from Tania’s vagina, splattering to the floor. At last her waters had broken, and Erzsebet peered at the other woman’s lower lips, watching eagerly. Tania wasn't fully aware a tentacle had pierced the puckered divot of her cervix, but she nonetheless let out a shriek through her clenched teeth when three more of the dexterous limbs pushed out next to the first. Tania gagged on her scream when the gate to her womb was pulled open, the delicate membranes tearing under such a ruthless demand. Black spots flickered at the edges of her vision and she started to hyperventilate, her chest rising and falling at an uncontrollable rate.
Four thick tentacles surged into her passage, stretching it with their slimy flesh as they reached for her opening. The assassin’s body convulsed in her bonds, her vagina visibly flexing and clenching from the mighty contractions of her Kegel muscles. This only provoked the creature into forcing its tentacles against the inside of her vaginal canal all the harder to try and break free from the vice-like grip her muscles had on them.
The creature kept flexing its tentacles, pushing at her inner walls and forcing her open a little wider, but never seeming to be satisfied with how much she could stretch. Pins and needles sparked along Tania’s tightly-stretched petals as they were stretched to their very limits, biting into the thick wad of cloth in her mouth to try and muffle the scream. The vile intruder in her body was far too impatient to wait for her to try and adjust, and used what leverage it had to drag its body into her birth canal.
She did scream then, as the main part of the creature’s body slammed against the inside of her cervix. The tight ring of muscle had already been forced open by the emerging tentacles, and was now stretched too wide to keep the rest of the creature out. The size of it was more than she could bear, and Tania’s eyes twisted wildly in their sockets as she felt the rigid teardrop shape of its body starting to squeeze into her unready tunnel.
Tania felt a sharp stabbing sensation in her belly as her cervix began to tear, then a jolt and a nerve-shredding burning sensation as the firm muscle finally lost the fight and tore wide open, her flesh slackening and allowing the creature to begin working its way down her birth canal. She felt its tentacles wrap tightly around her thick thighs, the pale limbs contrasting with her dark skin as they held on with an impossible strength.
Tania was slipping in and out of consciousness, only her training and talents keeping her awake when the creature began to drag the bulky shape of its too-large body through her ruined vagina. The beautiful brown skin of Tania’s thighs began to tear under the monster’s tentacles from the force with which it was pulling, but at this point her world had been consumed by the seemingly endless parade of agonies that was giving birth to this monster.
Erzsebet tilted her head to one side and pursed her lips curiously when the slimy wet pucker of the creature’s underbelly appeared between the deformed lips of the other woman’s obscenely stretched out slit. It was almost out of her, but Tania’s tortured vagina had nothing more to give. The tendrils around her bloody thighs gripped all the harder, and for a moment Tania was distantly aware of a tremendous, mind-rending pressure building between her legs as it pulled with all its might. Then there was a muffled crack as her pelvis gave way, livid red fissures breaking out across the skin all around her glistening pink hole as the thin flesh started to rip. Yet it kept pulling, tearing up her birth canal as it did so, splitting her flesh with a wet ripping sound, one of the fissures going up past her clitoral hood whilst another bridged the gap between her vagina and anus.
Then there was a sickening squashing sound as Tania’s lower body fully came apart, her nethers transforming into a gruesome gaping hole between her legs as the beast spilled from her destroyed body. It struck the floor with a heavy splat, swiftly followed by a rain of blood and gore as her inverted and horribly prolapsed womb flopped out of her to hang above the thrashing body.
The former super-spy’s breaths were laboured, so far gone there was no longer any pain, only a feeling of cold creeping in from her extremities. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, her breathing slowing as her body quickly weakened from the loss of so much blood.
“Congratulations!” said the doctor, beaming. “It’s a…” she nudged the squirming tentacular mass with the point of her boot, “thing!”
Tania said nothing, her breathing becoming weaker and audibly rattling in her chest, blue eyes staring blankly into space. Báthory was going to say something else, something to leave lodged in the other woman’s forebrain as she died, but was interrupted by a sharp banging on the door. Cursing under her breath, the doctor yanked off her lab coat and threw it over Tania’s motionless form, pulling the curtain in front of the bed closed for good measure, then strode quickly over to the door and toggled it open.
“Yes?”
Chun-Li seemed relieved to see her, which was unusual. “I’ve been looking all over for you, something’s happened to the Sorceress. We need you in one of the other rooms right now.”
Báthory rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine. Get on your way, I just need to get something.” Chun-Li lingered for a moment, doubtful, before departing, Báthory’s cold blue eyes following her down the hallway. Ducking back into the operating theatre, she went straight for the table, yanking her coat off the now lifeless Black Widow and looking for the creature that had killed her in being born.
It wasn’t there. Instead, a long trail of blood and unnameable juices was smeared across the white tiled floor to a vent in the wall, still hanging open, blood splashed around its edges.
“Scheiße.”
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