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Mortal Kombat: A Forced Hero	By : TimedWatcher Category: +M through R > Mortal Kombat Views: 26261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Falling.
He had no idea why he was falling. He had several dreams where he had the sensation of falling. Nothing like this though. This was the real deal. The winds were beating his face back and he had to squint his vision as a result. His body twisted and turned in the sky as he careened towards several trees. He tried to reach for any branch he could, but he was either too late, or they were too weak to support him and snapped in his grasp. One he did manage to latch onto, quickly skinned his hand as he slid right off it. Lucky for him, he had plenty of these things to break his fall.
Although there were several other things he thought were gonna break.
First his face, which sent him for a whirl clockwise and placed a dull fog on his brain. His arms and legs took mach speed beatings. He was almost out of it when his back hitting a particular strong one made him react with a noise. Then his front, then his back. His descent, finally, was coming to a close.
Not without a few more trees to smack the living daylights out of him though.
Then it stopped. He nervously laughed, resting in this soft gathering of leaves.
Reality came a knocking when he slipped through those.
Hitting the bank of a slope, he was thrown face first to the ground below. His body, as expected, was weak from the fall and he was out of breath. His nose acted like a stand for his face as his mouth did all the work for his oxygen.
When the dust finally settled, he peered out of one eye to his surroundings. It was green and forest-y alright. Yet. It didn't feel like any kind of forest he'd ever been in. The leaves didn't look like any kind of leaves he's ever seen. Yeah. That's what he needed to be doing. Critiquing the fauna.
Pushing off the gravel... even the rocks here didn't look right. He looked up to the skies. It was a dark blue. Night was coming soon and he had an uneasiness of staying any longer.
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No owls hooting. No wolves howling to the moon. These were the makings of one of the worst places to be right now. There had to be something wrong here.
Then he heard it. His ears kicked up. The deep brush of the forest rustling its leaves. He turned to see something... anything. He resumed his pace, hoping to not pay it any mind, wanting to write it off as the wild life of the forest.
He turned with a sharp speed when he heard it again. The only movement then was his ripped long sleeve shirt as it blew in the wind. He could feel it now. A presence out there. Now it seemed to know he knew. It wasn't subtle anymore as he heard running feet.
Out of the darkness, a creature snarled and charged. The only thing that kept him alive in that moment was the moonlight bouncing off its sharp appendage to warn him where the monster was in the first place. It didn't take much to have him scrambling. 'Give me wings', was his last thought before instinct took over. Behind him was the sound of one runner, then two, then three, then many more started clamouring behind him. In their blatant animal behavior to drive fear, a few of them began popping their large blades and scraping them along the pathway.
Light. Light in the horizon of darkness. He didn't know where it came from, but he hoped for life. Somebody to help him.
No. He begged. No please. There was nothing here. Just two pillars of flames and a mat. If somebody had been here, they were long gone.
But it got worse. So much worse.
As if placed there by the devil of the night, he hit a hard snag that sent him flying into one of the flaming pillars. The loud ringing clang it sent out could have alerted the long dead from centuries past. The skin on his chest had been rubbed raw from the landing he had previously, the soreness in his bruised chest flared up. He had to pay it no mind though as he scrambled back up.
But it was too late. They had surrounded. He now could see his attackers with more focus. Their horrible goblin like faces weren't dissimilar to something on a Halloween night, but they possessed rows of sharp teeth like you wouldn't believe.
An aspect of these monstrosities that he now had time to think about was that they wore clothes and were bipedal. Yet they were completely bestial. Would reasoning power even work on them? Clearly not as they got closer to his cowering figure.
Out of the heavens came a figure, he didn't have much time to see it as it came down upon one of the threatening bladed creatures with a stomp that sent a rumble through the ground, that swept him off his feet. Even a few of those creatures took a tumble. He was about to try and see what it was, when at floor level, he came face to face with one of the creatures. It was the one that took the landing, mooshed underneath strange brown coloured feet, its expression frozen with its widened mouth, almost like it couldn't believe what happened to him.
They had something in common.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAARH" He gulped at the elongated battle cry. What threw him off more than anything, was that it sounded feminine. A deep voice, but feminine nonetheless. Was it possible an angel was sent to save him at the last moment? He peered up. It wasn't a winged beauty. It was a multi armed war goddess with movements full of rage. In one fell swoop she made short work of them. After crushing what he could guess was their leader, they had backed off, then one charged, and all it took for her to take it down was just a kick to the face. He saw teeth flying in every which way. He was scared enough to think he was gonna get clipped by the shrapnel for a second. It seemed unreal seeing her command her arms so effortlessly to swat them like flies.
One of the creatures had had enough and charged her, two blades and all. He was about to open his mouth to warn her, when the extremely tall and graceful figure easily dodged both swing attempts, resulting in a sound that even made him cringe, as she gripped onto his ankles, crushing them, then proceeding to swing him like a tornado of death. They were like dandelions getting their heads and bodies popped off in extravagant showers of blood and gore. There was no way this was real life. No way she was an angel.
He was just thankful he had taken another fall.
When all was said and done, her final show was to raise her lethal weapon above her head using her bottom arms, then raising her top arms to its head. The creature still had fight as it kicked away in an attempt to escape. A sickening, effortless snap came out, as its front facing head became a back facing one. He almost felt like what she did was directed towards him in some way.
There was a long pause. Her back to him. The only noise to break the tension was when she the let rag doll of a body fall. He hated to say it, especially after saving him, but the musculature of her ass had his eyes locked. It was so firm and tight looking that he had barely taken notice of other things like the animalistic spots on her back and biceps. Her tiny red spandex outfit just left little to the imagination. Although he still imagined plenty.
"Foolish Edenian." Her voice boomed out. "What were you doing so far out in the forest when Tarkatans use this as hunting ground?" She turned, arms folded... other arms at her sides.
Although she was quite ample, the first thing that got his attention were her glowing eyes. Even in the distance separating them, they locked onto him and he locked onto them. She possessed a hard face that had seen many battles. Along with a down turned, hook nose. Her face read of an angered aggression. You could say she wasn't happy, but he guessed she always looked like that.
Good god her abs. Did he mention the abs? He wanted to risk death just to feel them. Or maybe just get on her regiment.
She towered... he couldn't stress this enough. Towered like a red wood would over a pine tree. She raised one eyebrow. He looked away as she stomped forward, like she could read his mind. He then felt those three fingered hands on whatever remained of his clothes as he was hoisted up. 'Please no' he said internally while closing his eyes. "Tarkatans can smell blood for miles. I suggest you be more careful." He popped an eyelid open to see... her flat board stomach. She had pulled him to his feet. His eyes searched upwards, although he tried to respectfully look past her massive boobs. He was surprised to see her covered up. Her back made her seem totally nude to the naked eye... he had to stop thinking like that. Stepping back to even get face to face with her, he looked up to see her other features. She had bones protruding from her skull in a perfectly uniform fashion, the pointy kind, you wouldn't want to get into a head butting contest with her, or an arm wrestling contest or... her hair was carefully cropped in a mohawk ponytail combo.
He could imagine this being a fashion for girls one day.
What got him was that she had nary a speck of blood on her despite that display. "You... you saved me."
With a resounding bellow, she replied with a glower. "And you interrupted my session", came the unamused tone.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." He stuttered out. He was gonna mention how he ended up here, but he imagined she would not believe something so ridiculous... "I just woke up in these woods."
"You're just another poor cretin who couldn't pay off his debts from those games Edenians play. So they dump you here as retribution." That wasn't what happened. But her accusatory tone made it seem like he did do something that stupid. Like a mother talking down to her child. He even began rubbing his right arm.
"I guess it's a good idea for me to leave." He said, turning his back, hoping to worm away. Not wanting to thank her, not wanting to know what an Edenian was or get to know the name of the person... or thing, that saved him. He just wanted to get out of here. It wasn't even a few steps before he felt a grapple of his shoulder.
"Do you not know the customs of my species Edenian?" She squeezed, not painfully, but almost in an attempt to remind him of something he had no knowledge of.
"N-no." He answered truthfully and hoped he would not receive penance for an honest answer.
Her voice seemed to twinge positively, which seemed impossible considering that even speaking lowly, it was still like talking to someone without volume control. "It is customary in Shokan culture for a person that had their life saved by one, to give the Shokan in question anything they ask."
He gulped. "I can't offer you anything. Even you say I'm just a poor gambler."
She had a hard throaty laugh at his expense. "Yes I suppose you are. What I do want is something you can offer however." He felt another strong hand on his opposite shoulder now and although he resisted at first, he was quickly forced forward. He was about to question why he didn't go face first into the road. Her large hands had wrapped around his pelvis, all four holding him in position. What she had planned he had no idea.
A squeeze of his ass left no more questions.
He begged and pleaded with her. "If I demand it of you, it shall be so." Sheeva stated flatly, then proceeded to undress his lower half without much struggle on his part. He wasn't in a position to fight back against such a commanding force of nature. His pants pooling at his feet, Sheeva began spreading his ass, her thick fingers getting a good feeling for his behind as she massaged them in different directions. "An ass fit for a Shokan." She seemed to say to nobody.
He felt her hands move from his shoulders to his head, forcing it down to where his chin meeting the top of his chest. His vision able getting a sight between his legs, specifically his limpness and Sheeva's legs. "Now Edenian. See what can inspire fear even in the bravest of Shokan men." Sheeva proudly proclaimed. The front of her outfit trembled and he didn't get a second to wonder what it was as it exploded forth. From where he was, the brown meaty appendage dangled right beside his genitals. Like night and day, he couldn't help but compare the two. Putting it that simply didn't do it justice. Where his adequately sized junk barely left his crotch area, her rough skinned snake had almost reached down to his knee caps. Her two tennis balls not far behind.
He had wondered where she must have hid that thing. He wasn't sure what he had expected when she had grabbed his ass in the first place. Maybe some strong amazonian fucking. Not a strong amazonian dicking.
Joking aside, he fought hard. Even in that strong grasp of hers. It proved futile once again as his head was let loose and her hands had taken up residence on his forearms. "Experience the true might of my people." Sheeva hissed as she grabbed her hose and placed it at his back end.
He had blacked out for a moment when she had started.
It could roughly be described as somebody repeatedly shoving a long blunt leather instrument up his insides. The cherry on top was the feeling of every time she pushed or pulled inside him, he could feel miniscule tears inside him, due to what he could describe as bits of glass on the tip of her torture rod.
Her balls were fearsome as they slapped against his ass. They were seemingly built to remind him of his subservience to her.
All the pain flowing throughout his nervous system, he collapsed to his knees. Although it was less his doing and more of Sheeva's now furious ramming that forced him down. She could have taken him like a rag doll for all the input he had in this. It truly had been like two animals rutting together. One dominant, the other forced to take it without a shred of pleasure in return. With one last pull down, the gargantuan amazon let out a shout. The only feeling of pleasantness throughout the whole ordeal was her coating of his insides, it masked the pain of her painful intrusion.
"Raping another subject of mine again, Shokan?" Out of the shadows of the night came a voice... a very female voice. That was followed up by sharp clicks of high heels as a woman in blue emerged from the wilderness. With perfectly coiffed hair and a stiff looking stomach, she strode forward with a sashayed walk.
"This does not concern you princess." She gut punched him again with her cock and he sobbed out a very loud whimper.
"Any Edenian under attack is my concern." As if out of nowhere, blue fans emerged in her hands. They weren't just a fashion statement. They looked like they meant business with the blades protruding from several points. "If you were as strong as you say, then you'd be forcing your fellow Shokan and not weak mortals."
Sheeva let out a ferocious roar as her latest victim fell to the wayside. Her large extremity bounced to and fro in the air as she charged at this scantily clad woman, her several arms bared. Just as she reached out for the azure ninja, in one fluid motion, she had hopped over, hands still clutching the fans. It was no unspectacular feat considering the Shokan's height. In that same moment, Sheeva turned back to face her, but was caught with her pants down as the princess crouch turned and held a fan blade right near the flesh of her wagging womanhood.
"I wonder how your people treat those without their symbol of power." He heard a low growl and that's all it seemed to take before the... Shokan, disappeared into the trees.
The words of appreciation he meant for her, for what she had done. They had begun sputtering and eventually fell away from his mouth with a mumble. What he mainly wanted to do was apologize for not being of her race.
His body gave up the ghost.
Kitana walked over, hooked this ragdolled boy by his back and legs, and began leaping home.
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