Takeshi's Tunnel

  "Thank you, Isaac..." Nicole's voice seems to echo through the Ishimura's halls as Isaac navigates his way through the darkness. What was supposed to be a standard repair mission has quickly turned into a nightmare, one where survival is looking more and more like a pipe dream. The crew is dead, along with most of the repair team, and Isaac remains separated from the surviving members with an ocean of alien freaks between them. Repairing the damage has long since stopped being a priority, just making it out alive would be a miracle.  Gripping his plasma cutter with a trembling hand, Isaac takes a deep breath before cracking the door at the end of the hallway, looking through the gap for any sign of necromorphs in the room beyond. The damage to the walls and furniture appears to be recent, but there aren't any visible bodies in the immediate area.  "There's no way I'm this lucky." Isaac mutters to himself, dragging himself through. Giving a curs...

  "Hey, you can do better than that." A hand on the back of Kainen's head pushes his face towards Professor May's thighs, the thick meat shaft in Kai's mouth breaking through into his throat with a gurgle. Kainen's tongue flattens out along the bottom of his jaw as the invader fills his mouth, the faint taste of sweat and pre lingering as it throbs and bulges visibly in Kai's neck. His hands ball into fists and hammer weakly against the chair as he's used as a living toy, face turning red as his air runs out and Professor May finally releases him. Pulling off with a gasp, strings of saliva connect Kai's lips to May's thick erection and break one by one, Kainen slowly regaining his breath. "Don't think we're done yet, you haven't gotten your cream filling." Lifting Kainen up by his arm, Professor May bends him over the large wooden desk in his office, knocking Kai's feet apart. Palms clap onto Kai's cheeks and sprea...

  Warm air washes over you as you step off the airplane in Kansai International Airport, cicadas chirping in the distance. Your parents beckon you down the steps and hold you by the hand once you reach the bottom, leading you through the terminal to a bunch of kiosks you can't read the names of. Spending your summer vacation with some people you've never met doesn't sound like a good time, but your parents insisted you'll have fun here.  "Hey son, you want a drink?" opening up a fridge, your dad pulls out a glass bottle and hands it to you, taking one for himself and bringing it to the counter. You fiddle with the top for a good minute, trying to twist and pull it open until your dad comes back. "You get that open yet? Here, let me show you." taking the bottle from you, your dad hits the top with his palm and you see a marble drop into the neck "That's how you do it, see?" Shaking the bottle around, you see the marble rattle around insi...

  Rope, check. Potions, check. Rations, check. Repair tools, check. Hand torches, check. Securing his pack, Shoto slings it over his shoulder and makes his way to the door, making one last self check. His hand drifts to his leg, fingers running over the leather of his knife holster. Looking over the request one more time, Shoto skims through the details. A multi level dungeon was recently taken over by a host of various monsters, kidnapping a number of local villagers from the surrounding towns.  "Well, this should be pretty straightforward. Just have to clear out the monsters and rescue whoever's left inside." Shoto thinks aloud, tossing the paper onto his desk. The trip to the dungeon location is fairly uneventful, Shoto taking a quick nap as the carriage brings him to the cave. Stepping out once it stops, he gives a long stretch and eyes the entrance. A few streaks of dried blood stain the stone, but other than that there's not much announcing the presence of monst...

 A cold wind blows through the halls of Yoyomania's castle, wall mounted candles flickering as air passes by. Moonlight shimmers through the windows intermittently as clouds pass by, illuminating the floor in sections as Yoro Yoyo marches her way to her bedroom. It's been a long day of entertaining dignitaries and the only thing on her mind is falling into bed. Her two bodyguards follow hot on her heels but remain outside her bedroom door as she bursts in, throwing her coat and hat onto a chair. With a heavy sigh, Yoro drops face first into her mattress, arms outstretched. The stress of the day melts away as she lies there, listening to the rain patter on the window. She never thought being supreme dictator of a country would be so difficult, but new problems keep arising every day. The peasants complain about not enough food, then they complain more when you imprison half of them so they can have more food! Ungrateful sods. Kicking off her boots, she sets them next to the bed ...

  (This story was requested by Kainen, and I wrote it to fit his tastes. It may not be for everyone!) "Left! Left! Left right left! Left! Left! Left right left!" Your Company Commander belts out a tempo as you march in formation, the sun beating down on your neck. It's been two weeks since you arrived at boot camp, getting screamed at as you tried to scramble off as fast as you could. The three CCs assigned to your company are all intimidating, but you can't help but admire their fitness and attention to details. Their uniforms are all perfectly pressed, sleeves rolled evenly and boots shined so bright you can see your own reflection. Marching beside your formation, your Company Commander for today inspects everyone's posture and form, ready to pounce on any irregularities. You know this one as Petty Officer Kainen, the only female in charge of your company, her hair tied back under her cover. In any other setting you'd find her attractive but all you can focu...