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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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Twenty Minutes Earlier
The Sorceress walked alone down the dimly lit concrete corridor, fuming quietly at the indignity of having to go and traipse through these cold stone halls looking for some leaky pipes. She had taken the first chance she’d got to let Isabeau go on ahead, leaving the grumpy, uptight markswoman to search by herself.
Now, however, the Sorceress was sorely missing some company as she found herself alone at the end of the corridor they had claimed as their own. Briefly she considered just abandoning the entire search and going back to the common room, but then reconsidered. Since the funeral that morning, the overall mood had failed to lift, and the last thing she wanted to do now was to sit around with the others thinking about the boy and Natalia's gruesome deaths.
She turned around the corner, the way Isabeau had gone. There were doors set into the wall on either side of the corridor, and on a whim she went towards the nearest of the two on the far side. Reaching cautiously for the switch, she twisted the small dial until it clicked, and the metal barrier slid open with a soft hum. The air billowing forth smelled damp and cold, like from a well, and she stepped inside, letting the door close behind her. The clammy air left droplets of moisture clinging to the excess of flesh her silk dress left exposed. With both arms crossed against her leather-corseted midsection, keeping a tight grip on her gnarled staff, she walked cautiously forward, peering into the room. This pose pushed up her large bust, making her heavy breasts strain against the white lace encasing them.
She held on tight to the long piece of twisted oak, for since she had arrived in this concrete hellscape she had been unable to find any natural sources of magic to draw from, and was forced to more and more often rely on her own abilities to generate the power she needed. It was rather like trying to keep a bonfire going by feeding it twigs, and she worried that the day was fast approaching where she would be unable to cast any more magic at all. Not that most of her spells seemed to inconvenience the monsters that dwelt in this realm overmuch.
Still, the feeling of the smooth, varnished staff against her hands provided her a measure of comfort. If any demon or monster dared to show their face, they wouldn't have long to look at her. Just thinking about committing violence against the foul creatures that roamed this hellish place brought forth a crooked smile. Her strides grew more confident with that reminder and so too did the sensuous sway of her hips return as she made her way down the short metal staircase that lead into the room proper.
Then her feet splashed into cold water, and she jumped in shock.
‘Oh, this doesn’t look good,’ she said to the cold air.
Below her, the last few steps descended into black, seething water. Across the room, half-submerged, she could see a large array of machines built into the wall, covered in many pipes, valves, and inspection windows.
Standing on the step right above where the water was churning, she went about testing the depth of the water before her with her staff and to her relief found that it was only a few feet deep, enough that it would come up to just below her waist. With a resigned sigh she stretched out a foot and splashed into the frigid pool.
The Sorceress squealed through clenched teeth as the freezing water swamped her delicate leather shoes and swirled around her thighs. Then, as she descended another step, feeling with her tiptoes for the next one, the water surged up to lap against her mound. The shock of the icy water against her most sensitive area was like a thousand tiny needles being abruptly driven into the delicate skin. Letting loose an oath that would’ve made a sailor gasp, the Sorceress flailed around, trying to simultaneously get away from the water and not lose her balance on the narrow stairs.
She stumbled, cursed again, and splashed down onto the floor. For a moment she stood stock-still, clinging to her staff and shivering, trying to get used to having her genitals immersed in freezing-cold water. Gooseflesh prickled the exposed skin of her arms, and her nipples formed hard bumps that could be seen through the lace of her bustier.
Her teeth began to chatter, and the Sorceress sniffled, her badly mauled dignity smarting fiercely. For a moment she considered just packing the whole thing in and going back to her room to try and dry off. In her own world, back in the Kingdom of Hydeland, the most unpleasant situations she usually had to deal with outside of battle were the inevitable hangovers from whenever she and her friends had celebrated victory in one of their adventures at an inn. She ground her teeth quietly, tears welling up as a tidal wave of misery threatened to sweep her under at the thought of warm hearths and the laughter of her friends. Then she swore again, more softly this time, and swiped at her eyes with a sleeve before beginning to wade onwards. Her skirt billowed up around her on the surface of the water, and she did her best to keep her arms up high, trying to keep as much of herself dry as possible.
Filled with resolve to just get this business over and done with as swiftly as possible, she almost missed the sudden splash across the room and accompanying trail of ripples.
Instincts honed by many years of dungeon-crawling began to tingle, and the Sorceress swept her staff around in one hand, lightning lashing forth from it to crackle across the surface of the water away from her. The water bubbled and hissed at the sudden change in temperature, but displayed no other signs of movement. Even with every sense straining to pick out any trace of what it was that had moved, the Sorceress failed to notice the sudden pattern of ripples arrowing towards her from behind.
Then something slammed into the back of her legs, sending her tumbling forwards. Her staff flew out of her hand, and for a moment she glimpsed her hat falling forwards over her eyes before the water closed over her. She gasped reflexively at the sudden bone-deep shock of the cold water, the freezing fluid rushing into her mouth and nose.
Thrashing around, weighed down by her soaked petticoats and robes, the Sorceress caught a glimpse of something huge and horrible swimming through the murk towards her as she tried to get to her feet. Her head broke the surface, hat gone and hair sticking to her face as she sucked in a lungful of air and screamed. Something long and slimy, with a ribbed texture like an earthworm only as thick as a tree-trunk, rubbed against the backs of her legs, and she screamed again.
Her voice reverberating back off the closed door was the only answer she received as the creature reared out of the water. The Sorceress took one look at the hideous, gaping maw drooling smoking slime, at the long, curved talons, and immediately made a run for the door. In her sodden state, another lightning spell would only electrocute her. The creature looked almost absurd standing upright, but submerged it could move with fearsome speed, churning up the water behind her as it pursued. Its huge mouth latched onto her side, and she felt its great teeth digging into her flesh through the material of her corset as it tried to pull her back, stitches popping as she pulled the other way.
The corset came apart with a snap of torn material, her massive breasts spilling down onto her chest with an audible slap, leaving the beast with only her top as a prize. The Sorceress whimpered as she waded, agonisingly slowly it seemed, back towards the exit. It seemed so far away then, the desperate woman reaching out for it as if trying to coax it closer.
Just as her foot found the first step, a watery growl came from behind her and the huge slimy body slammed into her back. She cried out from the impact and sprawled onto the metal staircase, her bare breasts squashing painfully against one of the steps.
Her stomach knotted in dread at the feeling of the creature’s thick, fleshy body pushing up against the cleft of her pert ass through the silk of her skirt. Even in her relatively lucky stay in this place, she had witnessed, more than once, the result of women being raped or attacked by the local creatures.
Desperately, not thinking of the danger to herself, she flung a hand out behind herself to try and fire off a spell, only for a wet, horribly warm maw to close around her wrist and nearly wrench her arm out of its socket as it pulled at her. She squirmed around in an attempt to relieve the pressure on her shoulder, the edge of the step above her digging into her back, and was surprised when the monster released her hand. Her eyes widened at the creature’s hideous visage as it reared up out of the water, slime dripping from the beast’s fangs and oozing constantly from its drooling maw. It had no eyes or other means of sensing her that she could see, yet it was clearly focused directly onto her. The Sorceress had, for a moment, a hideous vision of that mouth clamping onto her face, and threw up her arms to shield herself from it, sobbing with horror.
The beast’s mouth shot forwards, its crooked teeth splayed and its mouth open wide, but instead of her face, it engulfed the fleshy mound of her right breast in its smooth maw. The Sorceress shrieked as she felt it sucking her big tit into its warm, horribly wet mouth. The encircling tube of flesh slurped and squeezed her huge breast, mauling the soft flesh.
The Sorceress shook her head in denial and screamed hoarsely for help, trying to push the monster off of herself. Her hands pushed into its barrel chest, sinking into its slimy flesh but failing to so much as inconvenience the beast as it worked her boob over. Her head snapped back with a bellow of agony when the thick tube abruptly contracted, so that it was sucking with its full strength on her chubby nipple.
It chewed and tugged at the sensitive peak mercilessly, like it was trying to rip the bud off her breast. Yet her aching nipple slipped free and snapped back into her plush breast, making the flesh ripple, only to have the beast claim it again and again. The harsh, gumming bites jolted her system and sent sparks down her spine, tingling both in her mind and between her legs. She trashed her head to shake away the faint bursts of pleasure she could feel amidst the pain.
Her arms began to shake from the exertion of holding the monster back, and the creature leaned in closer, its mouth swallowing up more of her breast, biting down over the ring of pebbly flesh around her tenderised nipple. She heard another low, burbling growl of delight escape from its maw as it sucked so hard she felt her upper body being pulled up towards it.
Her mouth gaped in awe to see the freak of nature’s head bulging as it swallowed up her tit. A fierce tingling broke out over the flesh that had been drawn into the creature’s mouth as its maw contracted again, slurping loudly as it gouged its teeth into her pale skin. She groaned in dismay as flutters of pleasure glowed in her breast, mingling with the tingling as the monster savagely tenderised her tit with its powerful suctioning muscles.
She clawed at its bizarre head in a desperate attempt to pry it off, but this just caused it to clamp down all the harder. Nearly half of her melon had been enveloped by its undulating maw and she groaned feverishly as it sucked and slurped at her breast. The tingling seemed to be spreading, increasing to the point of pain, the Sorceress’s lips peeling back as she grimaced at the feeling of overstimulation.
Then the creature’s grip slipped slightly, its mouth opening as it reset its muscles, and she was able to see as her nipple and areola sloughed off into its mouth. From the stinking pit of its stomach, the beast was regurgitating acid onto her breast, melting her flesh like wax before a bonfire. The skin had already dissolved, and as she watched, it greedily slurped up the rich yellow fat bubbling forth from the horrific wound.
The Sorceress retched at the gruesome sight, the creature clamping on to her chest, muscles in its throat pulsing with peristaltic motion as it consumed her massive breast from the inside out. The choking, bitter smell of acid filled her nostrils, the warm sliminess of her own fat oozing from the beast’s mouth and the horrific wound in her chest, it was more than she could take. There was no pain that she could perceive, only a deep cold spreading through her, a welcome numbness that made the monster’s assault seem distant, as though it were all a dream.
As the beast pulled its head back from her ruined breast, leaving a grisly crater of half-melted fat and raw pink flesh in the stunned woman’s chest, only to clamp its maw onto her other tit, her eyes rolled back in her head. She slumped back, mind fleeing the horror.

The door slid open, the monster’s head snapping up a moment before the first bullet slammed into its shoulder. Yellow slime spurted from the wound, the creature staggering back on its thick, stumpy feet, splashing into the water as a second shot ripped into its trunk.
Isabeau advanced down the steps, pistol held firm in her left hand, long blade in her right, focused utterly on the beast as she stepped over the comatose Sorceress. Another shot into the monster’s gut doubled it over, greenish-yellow ooze pouring from the craters the bullets had left in its spongy flesh. Water splashed around her ankle, and with a blur of razor-sharp steel, her sword hacked into its neck.
There was a foul sucking noise as she tore the shortsword free, its blade coated with filthy juices, then she chopped into it again, splitting the creature’s shoulder open like a cord of wood. The drool pouring from its maw was mixed with its own foul blood now, and the knight’s third swing went clean through its long neck, leaving its fanged mouth dangling by a thread of fibrous tissue.
Bellowing, Isabeau kicked the beast full-force in its midriff, sending it toppling back into the water. It floated, motionless, its thick blood turning the water around it into a scummy soup. Breathing hard, Isabeau stared at it, keeping tight hold of her weapons, watching for any further signs of life.
There were none, and with a huff of relief, she holstered her pistol, turning to attend to the Sorceress when a rapidly rising series of gurgling noises drew her attention back to the dead monster. It seemed to be bloating, yellow goo spraying from its wounds and its body inflating as though from some internal pressure. Isabeau realised what was happening, a split-second too late, and tried to turn away right as the monster exploded.
Acid sprayed in all directions, splattering over Isabeau. Most of it hit her clothes, but she felt the warm sludge coating her face. It burned like quicklime, searing the flesh of her face away and burning her eyes white. The rancid smell of the creature’s putrid guts was harsh in her nose, so strong as to make the delicate passages bleed, and she was unable to keep from reflexively breathing in. At once it felt as though the fire had spread to her lungs, searing down her windpipe and filling her lungs with magma.
She choked on her own melting mouth and throat, totally blind and staggering backwards helplessly. Only one thing could help her now, and Isabeau knew that she would only have seconds before the caustic fumes melting her lungs drowned her in her own blood. Fighting through the agony to fumble for the pocket inside her coat, she drew out the silver flask and popped open its lid. Then she wedged the neck between her spasming jaws, nearly knocking out one of her front teeth, and rapidly gulped down the thick black fluid inside.
An icy chill spread through her mouth and throat as it passed down into her stomach, what would have been equally unpleasant now a blessed relief after the acid’s burning. The last droplet of the Blackwater slid down her throat, and Isabeau opened her now clear eyes, half-sobbing in relief. Slumping back against the stairs, she stuffed the flask back into her pocket, gasping for breath.
She had only had a single bottle of the mystical healing substance that gave the knights of the Order their abilities with her when she had arrived in this dreadful place, and so far had been trying to save it until her need was greatest. Isabeau had hoped such need wouldn't have come for a while yet, but needs must.
It took a few moments for her to regain her composure, but soon she was back up on her feet, looking carefully around to make sure that there were no more of the creatures lurking in the half-flooded room. Then, she returned her blade to the scabbard on her back and crossed to the huge array of pipes as fast as she dared. After a moment reviewing the massive tangle of steel tubes she found the ruptured one (judging by the size of the hole, it must have been the leech-monster that had caused it, bursting out from inside), and then hauled on the valve set into it until the flow finally ceased.
No longer being replenished, the water level began to drop as it drained away through a grille in the floor, but Isabeau spared no thought for that, instead marching back over to the Sorceress. She grimaced at the hideous wound in the other woman’s bosom, wondering if she might have made a mistake in not attending to her straight away. She knelt, holding the back of her fingers under the other woman’s nose until the faint breeze of a breath blew across her knuckles.
Surprise and relief mingling within her, Isabeau slipped both arms under the unconscious sorceress, lifting her up as she marched up the stairs and back through the door, hoping that she wouldn’t be too late.
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“Okay rumour control,” Ash said, “here are the facts.”
She paused for a moment and glanced over everyone else in the common room. She had gathered all of the bunker’s current inhabitants, save for Báthory, who was watching over the Sorceress at the moment, figuring that what she had to say they all needed to hear. The only one of them that nobody had been able to find was Tania, with the weary Eliza figuring she had wandered off into the tunnels and gotten lost. She made a mental note to hunt her down later.
The mood in the repurposed storeroom was something approaching funereal. Not a day after the gruesome deaths of Harry and Natalia had come the Sorceress’ hideous mutilation. It was hard not to wonder if the Bunker was truly safe at all, considering that it had been infiltrated twice in as many days. Eliza wondered if whoever was running this deranged exercise had decided they were getting too comfortable, and was turning up the heat. But none of the searches she had talked the others into had turned up any kind of surveillance equipment, so how could they know what the situation inside the Bunker was?
Eliza rubbed her eyes and tried not to yawn. She hadn’t slept at all the previous night, instead staying on high alert should anything else have found its way in along with whatever the tentacle-thing that had killed Natalia had been. It wasn’t an experience she was unfamiliar with by now; even when she did manage to find the time to get some rest, more often than not her dreams were filled with the horrors they had encountered on the surface, soon jerking her awake with heart pounding and sheets soaked with sweat, or found herself wide awake for hours trying desperately to figure out everything in this place in a way that would finally make sense.
For a moment Eliza wondered if Satsuki wasn’t right, if she was starting to lose it, and this was all just some kind of delusion she had constructed to force rationality on a situation that knew none.
Then someone cleared their throat, and Ash realised she’d been staring into space, lost in her own thoughts.
“Um, we’ve managed to stabilize the Sorceress’s condition for the moment, and she’s not in danger of bleeding out,” she said, coughing to try and cover her lapse, trying to give the impression that she was in control here in the hope of putting the civilians at ease. “But I got a look at the remains of the thing that attacked her, and I’d wager it’s probably a goddamn walking cesspool of infectious disease. Doctor Báthory actually agrees with me, and that’s where we run into our biggest problem. In spite of everything we’ve found in this bunker, it appears that there is no store of antibiotics.”
Isabeau looked somewhat puzzled for a moment at this last remark.
“They’re special chemicals that kill germs,” April threw in, looking at her. "From our time."
Isabeau’s expression was difficult to read, but she managed to give the other woman a stiff nod of acknowledgement.
“Okay,” Chun-Li said, seated on a large crate nearby.
The spider silk outfit Cindy had woven for her had been on the verge of disintegrating even before she had washed it down the drain. Fortunately, however, Kyle had arrived in a clothing store, and had brought a trash bag full of clothes to the Bunker with him. It had been hard to find something that could fit Chun-Li’s amazonian build, but they'd managed eventually, and she now wore a pair of blue jeans and a leather jacket over a light blue button down shirt.
Leaning forward, she continued. “What do we do?”
“Since we don’t have antibiotics here,” Ash replied, “we’re going to have to find some.”
“Well, given the size of the city, there are bound to be some around,” Spinneret said, “but that’s also our biggest obstacle. Do we have any idea where to start looking?”
“Actually, we do,” Kyle said, stepping forward. “We’ve done a few scouting runs. Nothing major, but enough to get a general layout of the area while we searched for anyone else who might have got sent here. We have the location of a hospital not too far away.”
“Are we sure that’s a good idea?” Cindy asked. “I mean, generally in zombie movies the hospital is not a great place to be.”
“In case you hadn't noticed," Ash said sharply, "we're not in a movie." Cindy muttered something and looked down at the ill-fitting sneakers she was wearing, blushing in embarrassment.
"And anyway," Ash continued, "we don’t have a choice. Even if the Sorceress wasn't such a useful part of the group, we're gonna need supplies like that if we want to stay alive here. The hospital is the best place to look. To that end…” she took a deep breath, “...I’m looking for volunteers for a search team. Kyle knows the way to the hospital, but I can’t send him out there alone.” There was a moment of silence, as all assembled thought about what it would mean to go back out into the city.
“I’ll go,” Isabeau said, without preamble. “This concrete necropolis has nothing that I haven't already seen, and I doubt there is a one among you who is a better fighter than me."
She delivered this statement in tones of calm self-certainty that made even Cindy grind her teeth, as though it were a fact that should be visible to all that Isabeau was superior to them in all the ways that mattered.
“I’ll go too,” Chun-Li said. “I've been in my share of drug busts, so this is kind of my job.”
“Okay,” Ash said, and then looked around the group. “Is there anyone else?”
Makoto, who had remained silent and withdrawn up until this moment, opened her mouth as though she was about to say something, then closed it again, seeming to deflate slightly. Isabeau must have noticed the girl’s dejection, as she carefully reached over and patted the back of the girl’s hand gently.
Ash heard the scrape of a chair being pushed back behind her, and the click of heels as Satsuki stood up.
“No,” she said, not even bothering to turn around and look at the girl. There was a moment’s pause, when Eliza fancied she could hear Satsuki struggling not to explode, then a creak as she sat down again.
There was another moment of silence, and then Spinneret rapped a knuckle on the crate she was sitting on.
“I’ll help,” she said. "Don't know how much use I'll be in the hospital itself, but I can stay up high and scout for you on the way there. Do you have radios?"
Ash nodded.
"Yeah, though they're only short-ranged."
"That'll do."
Ash looked around at everyone who had spoken. “Thank you all for volunteering,” she said. “I’ll stay here and hold down the fort with the non-combatants.”
And maybe ask Báthory if she knows anything about where Tania’s gone, she thought to herself.
“What kind of weapons do we have?” Chun-Li asked. “I can take care of myself in hand to hand, but given what’s out there, firearms would be a big help.” Ash gave a half-smile.
“Hop off that crate you’re sitting on and we'll show you.”
Chun-Li complied, and Ash walked over and lifted the lid off the crate, revealing three weapons: a boxy, heavy-looking handgun, a short-barreled submachine gun and a long assault rifle with a wooden stock and forend. The weapons were clearly military grade, but none of them were precisely recognisable.
“The SMG and the pistol both use 10mm rounds,” Ash said, “but the assault rifle is your standard 5.56mm. Thankfully we have plenty of ammunition to go with them.” Kyle stepped forward.
“If nobody minds,” he said, reaching into the crate and pulling out the rifle, “I think I’ll take this.” He sighted down its barrel, checking the sights and working the action to make sure it moved smoothly. “We’d better strip these and oil them before we go out, I don’t know how long they’ve been sitting in this crate for.”
“You know how to take this thing apart?” Chun-Li asked, looking up from the pistol she’d chosen.
“I think so,” Kyle replied. “It’s not exactly the same—the furniture is different—but it reminds me of some of the weapons we used to use against the machines.”
“The what?” Spinneret asked, looking up from the crate’s contents.
“It’s…” Kyle started, then sighed and just said “It’s a long story.”
“Well, 10mm is heavier than what I’m used to,” Chun-Li said, “but I’m pretty well trained with handguns, so I think this is my best bet.” She drew the weapon from the box and held it up, pointing it at a section of wall and looking down its sights herself. “This thing looks like it was made in the 1950s, weighs a ton.”
Cindy had gone over to the ammo crate and was passing out boxes of bullets to Kyle and Chun-Li, who began loading them into the magazines that had come with their guns.
“I guess this means I’ll take this one,” Spinneret said, picking up the submachine gun. “I should probably warn all of you, I’ve never actually... you know... used one of these before.”

The other two looked at each other warily.
“Maybe just keep it as a last resort,” Chun-Li said. “We don’t really have time to get you fully trained on it right now, but I’ll help you through the basics. For now, just remember never to point it at anyone you don’t want dead, to keep the safety on until you really need to use it, and to treat it as though it’s always loaded, especially when it’s not.”
“Now that you mention it,” Kyle said thoughtfully, “considering what’s out there, I think ‘last resort’ is a pretty good rule for all our guns. We don’t have any suppressors, so a gunshot is gonna draw those things in. They’re not exactly smart or coordinated, but if we end up surrounded then we’re in trouble if we can’t fight our way out. So, let’s try and keep things quiet until we don’t have any other choice.”
The others nodded.
“From what I saw yesterday,” Chun-Li said to Spinneret, “you can make your way around these buildings pretty well using your webs, but how about the rest of us?” She looked back to Ash. “Do we have any form of transportation?”
“Actually yes,” the SWAT officer replied. “We found a crate of fold-up bikes when we first came here.” Kyle nodded.
“We’ve used them before on the scouting runs,” he said. “They don’t need fuel and they’re pretty quiet, at least compared to a car.” Chun-Li thought about it for a moment, smiled and nodded.
“Well then, everyone,” Isabeau said, “we have our armaments and our transportation. I suggest we move, post-haste.”
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