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The Silverscale Lounge Arena
Ep. 17: June 2022
Hosted by Baskerra “Lounge Bitch” Hellmane
All in favor of our Lounge’s Founders
(Pictures of Results at the end of each part. Anybody reading this, for the sake of letting this author lewd further, is inclined to leave a comment on the page that indicates you actually read this. Just the new policy now. Also, pictures are actually in the FurrAffinity version, just to let you know.)
(DISCLAIMER: All characters in sexual situations are 18 and over. Just to let you know)
Part 1: Fortress of the Dead
(Instead of the usual Arena, the entire Arena is located on an uncharted island, but it’s more foresty rather than jungle-like. Terraformed to include an entire abandoned city, there is a large mansion-like fortress in the center. The sky is eternally gray, and the main fortress is gated off poorly.
Shambling undead corpses are wandering around in various states of decay, chasing down whatever living beings they can find. Some of those undead are even using weapons! For the most part, it’s scientists that are suffering,, but there are also tourists that got more than they bargained for. It has truly become…a House of the Dead.
12 busses are headed for the place, the occupants tragically unaware of what is about to happen. Apparently, somebody on the intercom said they’d only have to stay in this place for an indeterminate amount of days before winning the ultimate prize...)
Team #1: Baskerra Hellmane
Within this bus, the largest occupant was thrashing around savagely, trying to get her many sausage-like heads around, snapping her large needle jaws around. She roared as the serpentine being attempted to at least crush those within. This was the legendary Hydra of myth (or, at least, an obscure 2009 Syfy movie).
“Somebody help a gal out! I’m already horny! I don’t have to literally have my dick flattened on top of it!” Boulder, the returning transgender Manotaur, shouted as she rammed her fists against the tail pushing her against the back of the bus. Her hornswere caught in the roof of the damn place, her hooves kicking roughly against the scales.
Another Starfleet Magic member had also joined the fray, even though her life had recently gone upside down. Starla Shine, equipped with her garish outfit and looking EXACTLY LIKE RARITY BUT WITH A BOW AND ARROW (I cannot stress that enough), couldn’t reach her weapon as those jaws attempted to crack open her armor.
“I’ve got ya’!” Famed pink hedgehog and current mother of one, Amy Rose, smashed her Pico Hammer against the beast, smacking one head with enough force to nearly take it off. Alas, the monster was tougher than that, snapping at her with multiple jaws, only to get her heads stuck in the driver’s seat. “You say there and think about what you did!”
“Thanks, shorty, but…wait…who the fuck is driving?!” Boulder realized.
“Doesn’t matter! I…I need to get out of here!” Starla was panicking heavily inside. One moment, she was lamenting her life after the Mokushiroku incident. Now…she was without Lightning. Without her team. Without any sign that the Grand Ruler was nearby.
And to think…the horror hadn’t even begun.
Team #2: Ruby the dragon
Cricket was no stranger to this place, but her curiosity had mostly dried up. All that remained was a severe case of caution, especially as she was trapped within a tight bus alongside several others, driving through the grim atmosphere at a speed one could consider ‘too fast’. “What is this thing?! Who are all of you people?! Why can’t we move?!”
“Get off of my head, you worthless welp!” Queen Scarlet, by far THE most unstable Skywing you could ever find, roared as she thrashed in the cramped space. She didn’t even have the time to appreciate that her face was intact and that she was alive. Her rage and instability was at a critical level.
Another dragoness, one much more mentally stable, thrashed within, only she looked regal and properly anthrofied. Alexstrasza was this one’s name, the Lifebinder having still been reeling from giving away most of her power ever since the Deathwing incident. “This is not the time for conflict! That being said, your tail is digging into my thighs.”
“My tail will be going through your lifeless corpse when I’m through with you!” Scarlet roared in her face, snapping at it before being cowed by a stronger headbutt.
“It is unwise to choose me as your enemy. But…what is this? This…this is the scent of death!” Alexstrasza gasped with horror. The undead were coming up fast, but that just fueled her own resolve to just break out.
Standing atop the bus was the only non-dragon combatant. A pink-hued anthro newt clad in armor, complete with wrist-blades. “Oh…kay…not even questioning why I’m back in my old armor set and all the way here…BUT, since I have an audience, let me tell you who I am!” She began her dramatic speech, of which we’ve heard millions of times before.
Former-General Yunan, scourge of the Sand Wars, defeater of Ragnar the Wretched, and the youngest newt to ever achieve the rank of general in the great Newtopian Army. Now stuck in a place that, long ago, she would have been at home in. Ah, who are we kidding? That killer instinct hadn’t left. At all.
And there was no Lady Olivia to curb it.
Team #3: A Fan
Isabelle, that lovable Shi-Tzu that served in this Arena as one of its many chew-toys, struggled to get the bus in working order while it drove seemingly on its own towards the chaotic mansion in the distance. What should have been a bus to the next town in her island had suddenly become a death-trap.
“Why do I always get in these messes?! Imagine the paperwork needed for it!” It was a small comfort she could give herself. The monster responsible for this horror having to fill out mountains of papers just to get everything into working order.
“At least we can do it together! Nice to meet you again! And hopefully survive to the end with too!” Shantae, one of her old teammates, had also returned. Her fingers had an iron grip around her seat, looking to the one next to her. “First time here?!”
“Yes! Though, I’m getting de-ja-vu, anyway!” Katara, the most accomplished Waterbender of her tribe (still in her prime and the REAL one this time around), said. “Where is this thing taking us?!”
“Beats me! But it can’t be anything good! I think we passed by several busses with monsters in them!” Shantae replied, the half-genie just wanting to have celebrated her franchise’s 20th anniversary. Not THIS!
Isabelle would have added a congrats in regards to that last bit, but they all heard giggling at the back of the bus. That belonged to a rather manic-looking girl, the Ultimate Analyst/Ultimate Despair/Ultimate Insufferable Villain, Junko Enoshima. She was clutching a doll of the famed Monkuma, giggling as she looked around.
“So much despair…and I don’t even know the cause! Do I even care? From what I get…I think it had something to do with zombies?” She wondered.
“Did she say zombies?!” Isabelle blinked. “…do they go down easily like demons? If that’s it, then count me in!” She hopped down to hit the accelerate button, causing the other girls (sans the giggling Junko) to scream as it sailed into the hordes near the main room.
Battling against demons alongside the Doomslayer, as well as having just finished off a giant demonic plant, will do that to you.
Team #4: Theodore Esbin
Inez “Outlaw” Temple rode on the side of the bus as it approached its destination. The cowgirl mutant had been in plenty of weird jobs before, but this one looked like it was less of a ‘job’ and more of an obvious trap. “You know what? Let’s fuckin’ go.” She smirked as she reloaded her guns. “So, which other maniacs decided to join me?”
Chun-Li, a returner from the Arena, stepped forth, clad in her clothes during the days when Shadaloo was still a thing. “Something about you…you wouldn’t have to be from the Marvel Universe? I’ve seen it several times before.”
“Take it you liked what you see? I know you’re starin’ at my ass” Outlaw teased, while the detective looked appropriately flustered.
“Humans. The only reason I don’t slice you all into ribbons is that I might have use for you.” That sultry tone belonged to a homunculi. A manifestation of one man’s terrible mistake and ambition. A beautiful sharp-clawed woman appropriately named Lust. “Where we’re going, you most likely won’t survive.”
“You sound so sure, broad.” Outlaw shrugged. “Nice dress, by the way. Makin’ it look like we’re headin’ the Winter Formal and not some kind of zombie mosh pit.”
Chun-Li’s attention was grabbed towards a more odd sight. It looked like a stunningly beautiful woman with hair that nearly formed a cone around her body…but on her head was a strange parasitic jellyfish. A Nihilego, specifically. This alternate version of Lusamine had been cursed with this thing continuing to use her as a host.
And based on the fact that the venom-filled tentacles were digging into the metal of the car, it was clearly restless. You would be too if you were enjoying a nice feeding session before being thrust into here! Either way, Chun-Li wasn’t putting her guard down.
Team #5: Gordon Schtier
Sunset Shimmer already had bad experiences with busses before, having remembered how the Mane 5 hijacked one in order to escape her version of Celesto’s tyranny. The Equestrian-to-other dimension refugee was back in her old anthro form for this one, though, holding onto the railing as hard as she could.
“Where’s my master?! Who are all of you people?! What is this!?” Raphtalia, the powerful right-hand of her beloved Shield-bearing master, demanded, also holding on for dear life.
“You have me at that one! Maybe this is a collective dream we’re all having!” Rika Nonaka, self-made Digimon Queen and current motorcycle enthusiast (she had been doing some growing since her time in her series), shouted back. She wasn’t even questioning the presence of the demi-human and anthro horse. For all she knew, this was a digital world.
A digital world designed to test the resolves of all within, that is. At the end of the bus was a more peaceful soul. One with barely any killing intent within her. Orihime Inoue. The redhead had a hand to her mouth as she saw what was ahead of her. Hordes of the undead. Something that Soul Society hadn’t exactly had enough experience to inform her about.
Right now, though she didn’t know the people within her bus as well, she had enough resolve to protect them from whatever threat came. Her innate magic would have to summon itself soon…or else…
Team #6: Sharon Shark
Loona hated this. All of it. Here she was, back to being teleported to some random Podunk location where she’d probably get slaughtered in some way. Bad enough her dad had been growing distant since a disastrous date in the Lust District. Now, she had to put up with this! At the very least, she had her bladed chain with her.
“Somebody hurry this bus up. I’m getting bored already.” A vaguely British sounding Tiger Zodiac anthro said plainly. Dou was the third Xingzuo Temple resident to be beset by this Arena and she already looked like she had better things to do. Almost as if the fact that she had been transported to this nightmare realm wasn’t having any affect.
Honestly, Loona, despite giving her barely a glance, could be jealous. Another resident of this bus was having less of a fun time. Alicia, a college-going athletic snow leopard, was in a fetal position, muttering to herself. “WhatishappeningwhatishappeningIhateitall…”
Tough. She would have to get used to the fact that her life wouldn’t be the same after having to cut her way through. The only one that seemed prepared (aside from the Hellhound) was Starfire, another returner. “Don’t give up, friends! I’ve seen this before! If you stick with me, I’m sure we’ll find a way out.”
“Really?” Alicia perked up, especially when she saw the alien’s fists glow with green energy. With the mayhem soon to happen, she didn’t care that this woman was reminding her of several anime heroines she had.
“Try to keep up.” Dou clenched her own fist, her physical strength surpassing her peers. Loona just gave a growl at that, avoiding the expressions of everybody else.
At least, until Starfire attempted to move her lips on her muzzle to form a smile. “Don’t be like that. You are, how do they say, dragging us down like an elevator shaft. That is the phrase, yes?” The Tamamarian asked as the Hellhound raised her weapon, ready to bury it into her back.
Team #7: Christopher Redwood
Athena Asamiya could ignore the fact that she was being taken to her seeming doom to fangirl at the fact that she was being transported with THE King of the usual line-up of the Team known as Women Fighters in the King of Fighters tournament. Yeah, that’s a big mash-up of info, but we do what we can for proper introductions!
“I’m just SO glad we could hang out again! And with other veterans too!” Athena ignored the psychic warnings she was getting of this wretched place as she clung to the boyish Muay Thai fighter’s leg.
“It’s nice too, but we can’t let our guard down. Something tells me this is more than just being about any cash prize.” King warned.
“You got that right. Somebody’s getting beat up by the end of it.” Smashing a fist into her palm was Blue Mary, whom was basically Chun-Li, but more pugilistic, muscular, and just as peppy. “So, who are we dealing with? Probably another ‘take-over-the-world’ plot that only we can stop.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time and it won’t be the last!” A MUCH more stripperific fighter stepped up to the plate. The unofficial leader of this team and the famed Shiranui school ninja, Mai Shiranui, extended her fan while pointing to the horizon. “It’s great that we can all be a team again, so we have to show whomever lives there that this team is the greatest!”
“I’m just glad you aren’t mentioning it as a nod to Andy. Again.” King said, causing even Athena to chuckle (hypocrisy on her part, we know, but still).
“HEY! I’ll have you know that me and Andy are gonna be engaged soon! You’d best watch yourself!” She warned.
Blue Mary just raised a brow. “Didn’t he wanna talk to you about that? Especially since that was only said when you two got piss-drunk last week?”
“Says the one fangirling about Terry every-time she gets!” Mai tried to argue, only to get a smirk.
“Projecting much?” All other three girls replied.
Team #8: Mecha-Horde
Today’s theme of the day is ‘how many original hyper-sexualized characters can we fill into one team’? In this case, we have four anthro OCs that had (unwillingly) stepped up to plate, ready to show what they were made of in the face of death. In fact, most of them weren’t even paying attention to the grim circumstances they were stuck in. They were too busy pumping iron!
First, we have Avi, a punkish herm sharkess with a cybernetic arm, a large curvy frame, tattoos across her shoulders/tail, and studs wherever you could find them (cock, tits, right ear, tongue, etc). Busty as she was packing, she was handling a platinum dumbbell with her cyber-arm, looking at the road ahead. “Damn, this is looking nasty. Just the way I like it, eh, sugar?” She asked the only non-herm around.
That being Felicia Lake, another sharkess with a more curvy frame and some more mammalian features. She was put a bit on edge by the other shark being taller than her, but at least she could admire that sizable bulge. “Yeah. I just hope they’re ready to have their heads knocked off.” She was just as fight-happy as her partner, flexing a fist.
“Damn…nnngh…straight!” A buff-looking jackal LITERALLY named BuffJack (red fur, blue hair, many muscles, a big bulge), muttered as she lifted iron by the second with her powerful arms. She gritted her teeth as she attempted to lift another round, only for a slightly more slender bunny to sit upon her face.
She was another herm, this one sporting a jumpsuit that barely hid her MASSIVE length. The white-furred long-haired bun was also non-creatively named. Buff Bunny. Actually, there’s a pun in there somewhere. “Maybe before we’re all sent to whatever the hell this is…maybe we could have some fun?” She wiggled her brow at Felicia.
“Ah, shit.” The sharkess sighed, her swimsuit barely containing her slightly milky tits. Her squishy frame was already being eyed by all of these she-studs…but then the bus zoomed further into the disaster zone. There would be no rest just YET.
Team #9: Geecku-the-Wild
Speaking of busty ladies, this bus was packed with all four of them! Both hailed from the prime-filled version of Earth we had gotten acquainted with in the ‘Las Lindas’ side of things, but each half came from a different section that got lots of attention all the same.
The first half came from a humbler post-college setting. Paige Creed was among this part, the green-furred busty feline actress familiar with this concept (having been sent here ALSO during the fifth episode of a season of this Arena). “This is bad! Really bad, girls! Where we’re going, it’s literally do or die!”
“Just the way Geecku likes it!” Sex-fiend and former Crest, Geecku, had made it, fresh off of her adventure involving NFTs and Decepticons (and one story that barely anybody read, for some reason). The reptilian prime found herself somewhat pacified when a soft orange-furred hand ruffled her hair.
“Calm yourself. I think I saw some poor people trying to escape where we’re heading. Maybe we should focus more on helping them?” Ambar, the soon-to-be-former High Prime herself, said. She still had that sweet smile, enough to put even Paige at ease.
“Wait a minute…you’re THE High Prime?!” Paige walked up to her, in awe and blushing a bit at the curvaceous frame of the ursine. “This…this is both awesome and terrifying at the same time!”
“Same here!” Jahida McCloud, proud lioness mother and the bustiest girl of the bunch, walked over, accidentally pushing the actress away with her chest. “Apologies, dears, but I simply have to shake your hand!” She had completely forgotten the terror ahead, focused mostly on meeting her acquaintance.
“The pleasure is all mine~” Ambar was a fellow MILF as well, making this all the better. However, Geecku was drooling at the sight of those mommy-milkers hidden under that t-shirt, her claws digging into the bus floors.
“Has Geecku died and gone to Heaven? Because Geecku does not wish to live again!” She drooled, Paige looking back at the end of the bus. Sure, it was nice to meet a powerful figure (and a good-looking one), but she already longed for the safety of the civilized world. A world that was getting farther and farther by the minute…
Team #10: Ebirah Mariana
This team was once again filled with the horniest that this lover of Baskerra could find. Naturally, all of these gals possessed a fine pair of cock/balls on each. An increased sex drive was also in the making, turning this bus into a giant musk factory on wheels.
Two of them were related to past Arena exploits, like returning Madame Grayfia, the Rakshasha Queen of the Circle of Wrath. “Let us try this again…and maybe I can actually find a decent hole this time.” Shi said to herself, lounging at the end of the bus. Honestly, the grim atmosphere was reminding of her home rather than anything bad.
“HRRGH…mind offering your asshole first, you fake queen?” The daughter of famed Incubus Amon, Andromeda Taurus, growled. This bull-like demoness knew of Graycia, but was not impressed by hir libido. Rather, she would sooner rail her down to establish dominance.
“Careful. Many have tried. None have returned.” Grayfia said without any anger of fear. Why should shi bother anyway?
The other newcomers were also a clashing of temperaments. The first one was a pink-stripe zebra witch that was more in touch with modern technology than most of her ilk. The “Pink Storm”, Zedd Pinkstripe, was shamelessly keeping her cock out like the others, looking for her phone. “Blast it…this place knew to give me limitations.” The cockney one said.
With her special app, she could have called upon whatever ingredients and recipes she needed for her spells, but now, she had to rely on those she knew from memory. So it goes.
As for her other compatriot, this absolutely RAVENOUS sabretooth was Tasha the Holebreaker. Like a hyper-virle snow leopard, she was looking around her quarry, her cock flopping against the ground and covering enough distance to match the seats. “C’mon…bring me the bitches! I haven’t busted a fat nut in two hours!”
“Preach.” Andromeda growled out, finding some kinship with that. Grayfia just face-palmed. Even somebody as horny as hir could keep it together.
As for Zedd, she conjured some pink magic in her hands, blowing it with a kiss to Tasha’s junk. That managed to keep the lust at bay for a minute. The last thing she needed were her perfect lips being used to serve cock while awaiting a travesty to the cycle of life and death.
Team #11: Penny Chambers
Sekhmet, legendary warrior lioness queen, sat in the front of the bus, growling at what she surveyed. “Why am I trapped in this infernal thing? I have glory to make and, perhaps, slaves to find.” She clutched her sword, her arm wrapped around her lover/partner.
Kaje was this other lioness, more muscular and slightly taller, but also equipped with a cock that would make any stallion blush. She was more tribalistic and much more used to combat, but she was resisting every urge to jam her spear into the other two combatants. That is, if they weren’t already threatening to go at each-other.
One was a familiar sight from the Arena, but not as a combatant. Back when the Arena was more random in Season 1, there was a special half-moth, half-woman, all predator. A vicious science experiment all the way back from the 60s gone wrong, this was Clair Mallinger. Permanently in her true dark-furred moth monster form, she hungered for victims.
Unfortunately, there were no males for her to feast on. In front of her was an even MORE vicious creature. An Animal from 2014 that defied species classification and looked like a reptilian ape with the worst teeth-job you could ever find. It snarled and bellowed at the other female, clearly territorial.
“Maybe we could hollow and skin those beasts there?” Kaje suggested, grabbing the attention of both monsters. Claire spread her arms out, trying to spread her wings in here, while the Animal was careful not to lunge. Savage as it was, it knew a full-on attack would be suicide. They were strong…and it just needed to wait.
Wait for better prey. Maybe its calls could grab its pack for it? For it was secretly quite frightened in the thick of being alone.
Team #12: Eboness the Eternal
Wendy Corduroy, the last time she was in Arena, had found herself giving sexual services to a buffed out winged panther deity. Now, she was stuck with several other Anthros. Not the weirdest thing she had to deal with, but being on a bus headed for clearly zombie filled lands? The last time she handled zombies, it was kind of fun. Not this.
“This doesn’t look anything like my new shoot! It looks like some overly elaborate horror set! Unless this is ending in a mass-orgy, I want my lawyers!” Zig-Zag, the famous skunk/white tiger hybrid porn studio owner, had been sent to the Arena before, but this one made her want to whip out the all-powerful team of lawyers she had acquired years ago.
Applejack, one of the few Equestrian Fighters had made it, had an apple in hand as she adjusted her hat. “Way I see it, nobody can catch a break.” She had work to do at the farm, as well as healing ever since the Mokushiroku incident. Scowling at the bottom of the bus, she put her hoof down, rocking the whole thing, but not stopping it. “Well, I tried.”
“GAAAH!” Revealed before all was Street Fighter’s cutest ninja/high schooler, Ibuki. Clad in her usual beige garb, she clutched her kunai and bombs as she tried to save face. “I wasn’t spying! I was just…is that a talking skunk?” She openly wondered.
“Because I know you’re probably not used to seeing this, I’ll let it slide, cutie.” Zig-Zag assured before giving a whistle at AJ’s abs. “Do you benchpress trees or something?”
“Sometimes. But right now, I’d look ahead…we’ve got a long road.” AJ clenched her fists before whipping out her lasso. “Rainbow Dash always did say I make the best entrances.”
“Say what now?” Wendy blinked, having gotten distracted by the whole ‘talking animals and a literal ninja’ thing. That’s when AJ wrapped her lasso around the nearest structure. An angel statue near the gate’s entrance. The bus began to skid, circling around right into the hordes of the undead. This mare was meeting this terror head-on!
(The Following Images are rather huge and take up page-space, but hey. We need our proof. However, due to circumstances beyond our control, only a few images managed to survive. It’ll make it less of a bitch to read, at least. If we receive any complaints, we’ll do our best to replicate the images by hand. For those reading this version, no problem, then. Still, picture version in the description.)
And so....the busses continued...all the way to their doom...a doom that was capped off with a cheesy narrator going 'The HOUSE...of the DEAD...'
PART 2: An Improper Greeting
(‘Tragedy x Muddy’ Dual Mix-Midnight Werewolf)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iV1gzPymsU4
Naturally, the most unstable busses ran straight into the courtyard, where legions upon legions of undead were shambling around. Many normal humans were mowed down by the hordes, the fiends chewing into their flesh before the busses took out several of their ranks. The one with the Hydra, that is.
Bursting from the bus and roaring in challenge, she instantly set its sights upon the zombies surrounding the place. The Animal burst out of her bus too, attempting to chase Claire as she took to the skies, trying her best not to fly into the fires surrounding the place. “Geecku hunt!” The lizard prime leaped out of her careening bus onto the Hydra.
“Wait!” Paige managed to pull herself out before she saw the destruction around her. “What…the…no! Don’t panic! Just pretend you’re being forced to method act!”
“Oh, Heavens!” Jahida gasped as climbed out of the destroyed bus, Ambar summoning her staff out of nowhere while several zombies threw axes at them. Fire shot from her staff to knock them away.
“Stay by my side! The time for play is over.” Ambar was serious this time, the other girls sticking close while they tried to wade through the hordes. “To the mansion!”
The slower zombies were knocked around like dolls as the Hydra smashed her tail into them, their attacks having no affect while the many-headed beast tried to shake off Geecku. In fact, some of the heads were prepared to dig into her flesh, until a familiar Tiger Zodiac burst from her own careening bus and smashed her extended leg into her chest.
Geecku was knocked off as the Hydra wheezed from all heads, Dou having been the cause. “Either move it or die.” She said plainly, looking in disgust at all around her. “What a foul world. A disgrace to the natural cycle.”
“Geecku doesn’t like it either.” The lizard prime agreed before the Hydra found herself trying to ward off the hordes, biting into them, only to find the taste awful. Before she knew it, all of her heads were being weighed down, the horrible monsters finding something to occupy themselves as they advanced.
Several of the thrown axes sliced off Sunset Shimmer and Amy Rose’s clothes, leaving them in their lingerie, though Amy didn’t wear any bra as her skirt fell down. “You undead LECHERS!” Amy roared, her stress gone as she slammed her hammer into the ground.
It opened up a crevice, causing several of the monsters to fall into the gorge. Didn’t stop the ones with chainsaws to come over, only for a bovine hoof to smash into the fat zombie’s chest, the sonic boom blowing away several of the other beasts. “Need a hand?” Boulder offered her hand to the hedgehog.
Starla Shine trembled as the zombies rushed at her, unable to say her catchphrase. “Po…Power…of…” Without her leader, she felt headless. Useless. Still, she fired several arrows. “STAR SHOWER!” She managed to shout, creating several arrow beams that cut through the hordes. “Alright…maybe I can do this!”
One of her arrows ricocheted off a zombie defending himself with his axes. For some reason, it was enough to sproing it back at her, ruining her outfit and nearly exposing her fake breasts, causing her to shriek in protest. “Oi! Nice knockers!” Zedd complimented as shi and the other herms exited their bus.
Isabelle finally crashed her bus into several zombies that looked more like mutated macaques, causing the doggo and the others to go through the main window. “I’m okay!” The shortstack doggo managed to cry out, looking at the hordes before finding a nearby shotgun. “Just like old times!” She pepped up.
Shantae coughed as she got to her feet, only to accidentally activate her flames in her hands. “Ret-2-Go, I guess!” She shouted, only to realize that she had set lines of gasoline ablaze, causing her own bus to blow up, as well as the bus belonging to Team 5. “…whoops.” She meekly replied.
“Sweet little despair caused by stupidity…and I’m still alive? Fair enough~” Junko shrugged as she walked out of the burning bus. “I think I’m in Heaven!” She spread out her arms amidst the flames, the carnage before her a symphony of sadness and hopelessness. Just the way she liked it!
“YOU HAVE ISSUES!” Both Isabelle and Shantae shouted.
How bad was that accident, btw? Katara had been knocked out from the crash, causing her to be immolated instantly, while Raphtalia was annihilated in an instant. Orihime had managed to use her barrier in record time to protect her and Rika from the explosion, the redhead protecting the smaller one from it all.
“Such…such death…I can’t breath…” Orihime shuddered, especially upon seeing all of those shambling corpses. Even Rika was finding it hard to concentrate while she tried to take it all in.
However, the attacking zombies that ran after them found their heads burnt to crisps by a blast from Sunset Shimmer’s magic. “What are you two standing around for?! C’mon!” She took charge, grabbing both of their hands.
Sekhmet and Kaje were too busy having the time of their lives, cutting through the hordes while letting out powerful lioness roars. “Let the streets flood with the blood of these fools!” Kaje shouted before Bus 8 exploded, Felicia Lake dying in the process.
Wendy had been the accidental cause, having dodged a thrown ax that managed to strike one of the exposed fuel tanks. “Great! More undead guys! You girls ready?” She asked her team.
“Way ahead of you!” Ibuki leaped off of her own bus, flinging several kunai into a group of insane leaping zombies. “YECK! So many creepy guys around here! Least my conscious will be clear.”
“What you said, partner.” Applejack used her lasso to take the chainsaw off of one zombie and buck it straight back at him and several others.
“Nice shot!” Zig-Zag snapped a photo of that. “And such beautiful muscular legs! If we survive this…perhaps my face and your thighs can be acquainted?”
“That’s a mighty kind offer…” AJ blushed a bit. “But I’ll have to decline. I’m kinda-sorta spoken for. It’s complicated.”
Loona panted as she ran through the place, ignoring her own allies as she looked for a way out. She had learned to trust nobody going into these Arenas, so why bother with this chance? However, her eyes fell upon Alicia as she was ready to get mobbed by the hordes. “Some…somebody! HELP ME!” She screamed.
The zombies found their heads sliced off by the bladed chain the Hellhound had, several blasts from Starfire finishing off the rest. “Hurry up, bitch! This whole place is fucked!” Loona growled.
“Let us seek sanctuary! Death rules this place!” Starfire warned while following where Dou was making mounds of corpses. “But first, may we watch as the majestic tigress destroys her foes?”
“No, you bimbo! We…actually, it’s kinda sexy in a way.” Loona admitted, especially whenever the Tiger Zodiac kept showing off those generous thighs with every devastating kick.
Mai Shiranui’s team was having a slightly better time getting through the hordes, the busty ninja’s fiery attacks putting down the fiends with great ease. “Burn before the Shiranui flame, you disgusting things!”
“There’s not a single thought in these people…maybe this is a mercy.” Athena rationalized before she created a purple psychic barrier around herself that she extended, causing several mutated bats to be incinerated before they could be set upon both her and her teammates.
“This isn’t what the pamphlet read!” Blue Mary complained as she suplexed a fat zombie alongside King.
“Wait, there was a pamphlet? That would have been nice to know a little earlier!” The Muay-Thai fighter replied.
Cricket tried to stay above the destruction, wincing at what she saw. “How horrible…cannibalism on a mass scale. I don’t think I even want to know what caused-GAH!” She was cut off when Scarlet roughly smacked her out of the sky, forcing her to do a controlled crash into one of the mansion’s areas.
“BURN! All of you!” She roared, her fury towards this entire place due to the indignity she perceived being greater than her self-preservation. Not that the zombies could do much as fire rained down, the busses being destroyed in the process.
Alexstrasza was joining her in the destruction of the hordes, but she was more concerned with lighting the way for the mortals below. “To sanctuary! They only keep coming!”
Through that, Chun-Li had been separated from her group, coughing as she struggled through the smoke. “Where do you think YOU’RE going, cutie?” Tasha stomped in front of her, the gigantic spiny cock she sported fully engorged.
“Wh-what?!” The fighter cried out before getting into a challenging stance. “This is no time for…whatever you have in mind!” She tried and failed to ignore that massive spire. “There are people in danger and-“
“NO! Have sex! Now!” She roared, the sabretooth edging closer…before a large halberd crashed down onto her head, cleaving it in half. Her body fell down on the ground, revealing the armored giant that had caused that.
The thing about the most dangerous beings in this world? There was a sort of Tarot theme for the worst of the worst. For this robotic knight-like juggernaut, it was the Chariot. Fitting, for such a tank that stopped at nothing until its target was destroyed. Bellowing through its mask, it edged towards Chun-Li next, swinging its halberd in a strange dance-like motion.
“Fine. We’ll dance!” The fighter narrowed her eyes before firing a Kikoken, the blast only stunning the beast before it continued to slowly edge towards her.
Several gunshots rang against its armor, all belonging to Outlaw. “Is there room for a third wheel in this dance?” She asked before rushing up at the Chariot, dodging a swing of that halberd, and slamming her heel into that crotch. The beast lumbered, her strength enough to leave a dent there. “Good luck getting a date now!”
“MINE!” Yunan, her metal claws stained with zombie guts already, leaped onto the Chariot. “Sorry, ladies, but I’ve secretly fantasized about a guilt-free extermination war! NOW IS MY CHANCE TO SHINE!” She snarled before laughing like a loon, straddling the Chariot’s neck and trying to stab into any hole she could find while it flailed.
“Maybe we should help her?” Chun-Li wondered, awkwardly glancing at her ally.
“Nah. Let her have her fun.” Outlaw said before motioning to the mansion, while the Chariot grabbed Yunan’s tail and flung her around like a ragdoll, throwing her to the side before bellowing out again, intent on killing all intruders.
Paige had managed to get separated from her group in the scuffle, thanking the High Primes above that her busty figure didn’t hamper her athleticism while she tried to wade through the hordes. “Hey, you!” BuffJack shouted as she got in her way. “Wanna FUCK in the middle of zombie-infested territory?!”
“…no?!” Even the promiscuous actress was deeply confused by that statement. She didn’t even have time to look at that bulge about to be revealed.
“Well, I’m mega-stressed and the steroids I used to get this far are going out of control! Let me get some pussy, pussy!” She roared before one of the busses was rocketed into her, the buffed-out jackal herm smashed into another wall thanks to that. Her head had been destroyed thanks to it, ending her life just as easily.
The culprit? A hulking zombified security guard that was as big as a bus, it not bigger. Wielding a club that looked like it was made out of corpses and bone, this was the aptly named Death. “Excuse me! Which way is the exit?” She asked, trying to joke to decrease her stress as the monster loomed over her.
Tripping onto her butt, she looked helplessly as the club came down onto her…only for it to have been caught by a cybernetic arm belonging to Avi. “Was my friend bothering you, sugar?” She asked, not aware of BuffJack’s fate. That’s when she grappled with Death, smirking at the snarling behemoth. “Not much of a talker, are you? Good. I’ve had my fill of killjoy officers!”
With that, she headbutted the zombie, knocking off his cap before she grabbed his own club and smashed him to the side, sending the monstrous zombie skidding across the ground and into the gates, trapping it. Extending a hand towards Paige, she lifted her onto the sharkess’ shoulder. “Hang tight, hot stuff. We ain’t out of the woods yet.”
“Oh! Thanks!” Paige exclaimed, put more at ease by this herm than the last one. At least this one settled for flirting and prioritized saving!
But everybody would soon see a much more terrifying sight that had managed to strike down Queen Scarlet from the sky and send Buff Bunny and Andromeda skidding across the ground. The masterpiece of Dr. Curien himself. A being that seemed more demonic rather than a product of mad science.
(Resurrection of the Magician-House of the Dead 2)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JgcCt4iBg4
“Who…dares?!” Queen Scarlet growled as she and a few others looked at the humanoid descending from the sky. Looking like a stained-glass depiction of a gray horned humanoid with a disfigured hollow-mask face (as well as three claws on each hand and foot), this was the Magician. Once again resurrected for this match.
“Who are all of you?” He spoke in a deep booming voice, ignoring Andromeda’s roars of anger and Buff Bunny’s swearing. “You do not belong here. The business between me and the doctor is mine alone.” Despite his monotone voice, there was clear warning in it.
“Yeesh. Another fuckin’ dead guy tryin’ to be big man on campus, eh, sugar?” Avi commented.
“I dunno. Maybe if we follow him, we might get answers.” Paige wondered, her tail standing on end when the Magician gave her a glance.
Queen Scarlet attempted to retaliate against her previous humiliation by lunging forth, unleashing a stream of flames, only for the floating one to move inhumanly fast, leaving after-images of himself. “WHAT?! What sorcery is this?!” She shouted before several fireballs were flung from the enemy’s claws, sending her straight into the mansion.
“No sorcery. Only science. Now…I shall find answers, before I destroy EVERYTHING.” He boomed before finally leaving, apparently considering everybody else not worth his time.
Lust was the last to step out of her bus, giving a disgusted glance at whatever remained. Any zombie that got near her was easily sliced up, her claws soaked with their blood. “Hardly enough to stifle my boredom. But…why do I feel drawn to this place?” She openly wondered.
As if to answer her question, a voice spoke from one of the broken loudspeakers near the insidious mansion. “Welcome, esteemed guests! Today, I invite you to the greatest triumph of humanity, heralded by only its finest champion of science! Now, be consistent and survive my trials!”
SMASH! She threw a struggling survivor into the thing. “Pssh. This place had better have some good research. Wouldn’t want this trip to be for nothing.”