("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Halo: Combat Evolved by Francis (address withheld) *** Halo is a sci-fi shooter that takes place on a mysterious alien ring-world. Master Chief, the last of the Spartan super-soldiers, has landed with the rest of his marine unit on a mysterious ring-world known as Halo, only to discover that a species of monsters, the flood, have started taking over the bodies of his alien enemies and marines alike and now look set to spread death and destruction throughout the universe. They have to be stopped, but he's the only one who can do it. (nc, v, murder, computer-game-parody) *** He was out of grenades; his shields had been knocked out and he was badly out of breath. He hunkered down behind a chunk of concrete and unshipped his assault rifle. Out of ammo. He threw the useless lump of metal away and pulled his pistol out of his belt. Two rounds left. Great. He closed his eyes and leant back against the support, trying to catch his breath. He'd been running for what felt forever; his muscles burned and cramped and all he wanted to do was rest, fall asleep, and never wake again. And he was very alone – his radio had been destroyed and he was lost. He was going to die. Just like everyone else, just like all those marines he'd seen pulled down, screaming and fighting until the last. He was a super-soldier, but he was still human. He was frightened. He tried his radio again, trying to keep the sob out of his voice, knowing that the black-box on board the Pelican would be catching every inflection behind his words, everything he was trying so hard to deny. 'Unit's dead. Requesting evac. Requesting immediate evac.' He sat and listened for a full minute, but he was getting nothing but static. There was no way of knowing whether Foehammer was receiving him or not, but he prayed that someone was. Anyone. Right now, he didn't much care who. He tucked his radio back into his belt and stole along the wall, praying nothing saw him, praying that those things he saw moving in the shadows were nothing more than hallucinations. But he was seven-foot tall, glistening camouflage green in his heavy armour, armour that even now sapped his strength. He was not an easy target to miss. He was heading along the wall in the vain hope of reaching a shuttle-bay, grabbing a banshee, and then… what? Getting off this godforsaken ring. Being court-martialled for allowing the rest of his team to die. For single-handedly fucking up the mission. For bringing destruction raining down on Earth, the one planet he had pledged to protect, though he'd never even set foot on it. A flood monster, what had once been an elite alien soldier, staggered out of the shadows, making him stop dead in his tracks. Chief stumbled back, tugged out his pistol, and loosed two rounds. They hit the monster square in its hideously deformed chest, but didn't so much as slow its awful progress. Chief tossed the useless gun away and turned to run, but the monster lashed out viciously, catching him a blow around the helmet that sent him sprawling. As Chief rolled onto his back and tried to push himself up, the monster was upon him, reeking of stinking, decomposing flesh. He hit out at the monster, but his struggles were futile. A couple of others had emerged from the shadows and now crowded around the Chief. One of them snapped at the monster even now pinning the helpless Spartan to the floor; its head, resting over its back on a weak, shrivelled neck, snarled uselessly at the aggressor. The other flood reared backwards and lashed out with its claws, claws that the Spartan knew could rip through his armour, and tore into the first monster's side. It screamed and struggled to get up, but another one had closed its jaws on its thigh. Chief saw his chance. He rolled over and kicked up at the beast, his heavy boot catching it in the pit of its stomach, or what had once been its stomach. It leaned back, but absorbed most of the impact; Chief's foot sunk into its decaying internal organs with a squelch audible above the bickering and snarling of the flood monsters. A flailing claw ripped along his thigh, and he screamed as hot red blood spurted from the wound. The others stopped fighting and turned their blind, decaying eyes to him. The second flood tore – urgent now – at his breastplate as the first one pinned him down. Suddenly seeing what was about to come, he struggled and just managed to push himself up on his elbows, dragged himself to his feet, and staggered away from the claws. Most of his armour was gone; he was having trouble catching his breath and the wound in his thigh, still spraying blood, was a cramping flush of agony. The third flood pushed forwards and, seeing it, something froze Chief dead in his tracks, just as he was about to turn and run. A huge cock was swinging between its legs, testicles the size of tennis balls emerging out of a slit in its groin. The bloated, green head of its cock was dribbling thick white liquid, and it pulsed as the flood neared the terrified Spartan, tasting his fear and blood in the air. Only now could he turn, but the flood tensed its huge, muscular thighs and leapt. It hit him in the small of the back, sending him sprawling, and, before Chief could roll to his feet, was upon him. The flood monster was at least eight feet tall, taller by a full foot than the giant human in his battle-gear, and the massive cock was only just smaller than Chief's forearm, the head roughly the size of the man's clenched fist. Chief's heart spasmed in his chest as the claws dug into his sides and the weight pressed down on his back, crushing him. Something butted roughly at him, then stabbed forwards. The head of the monster's cock slid off Chief's now naked and bloody skin, leaving a stinking trail of cum, then pulled back and thrust forwards again. Chief screamed in agony as the monster's cock found his sphincter and jammed itself forwards, but it was too big and he only opened up a couple of inches under the assault. Claws dug deeper into his sides, forcing him to relax his muscles in sheer shock and pain, and slowly, the full head slid into his anal canal. The monster growled in gratification, then reared back, dragging Chief to his hands and knees by its cock now lodged firmly in his guts. Chief was sobbing, but his cries went almost unheard through his thick visor. He'd bitten through his lip and now swallowed his own bitter blood. There was no way he was going to get out of this alive. Roughly, the flood shoved forwards, forcing Chief's sphincter open wider, forcing him to take another few inches of its blood-engorged cock. Few of the marines had ever been anything over seven inches long. This was sheer agony. He could feel the monster's cock throb, spewing thick gouts of sperm into his torn and bleeding bowels, and, though he couldn't know at the time, scraping off ribbons of mouldering flesh as Chief's muscles tightened around the invading lump of rotting meat. Just as he thought it might be over, another few inches were fed into his broken bowels. He didn't feel the head rip through his colon, but did feel the river of blood rush down his thighs. Nor did he feel it when the flood stopped meeting resistance and shoved forwards, shrouding its full length in Chief's bleeding guts. He was going into shock; he could barely sense the light around him as his eyes clouded over. The flood's claws ripped open his sides. He was too tired and in too much pain to scream, trembling uncontrollably as he was slowly disembowelled by the constant thumping motions of the monster's hips. Suddenly, his knees went and he fell into the flood's grasp, impaling himself on the creature's claws. He could smell the stink of his own death hanging heavy in the air as his dying convulsions chewed up the disintegrating cock still lodged inside him. The flood reared up, carrying the now half-conscious soldier up against its chest, still humping away into the first warm flesh it had felt for days. Other flood monsters clustered around them, chattering and snarling amongst themselves. Chief's belly hung open; not that he knew it, but the monster's cock reared out of his abdomen at every thrust. The smell of blood in the air was driving the rest of them mad with lust; suddenly one careered forwards and ripped into the Spartan's chest. Chief threw his head back and let out one long, last, despairing cry of agony. Back on board the Pelican troop transporter, Foehammer, the pilot, listened to the radio crackle into silence, then turned to the remainder of the marines, her face white. 'I don't wanna know what happened down there, but Chief's unit is dead and I can't establish two-way with any of the others. You guys better get on down there and check out what's going on. And be careful, for god's sake.' END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 44