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“Subject 24867, please report."

“Subject 24867, please report."

“Subject 24867, please report."

“This is not a drill. Role call is required. Subject 24867, please report."

Bwah! Bwah! Bwah! Bwah! The shrieking call of a steady alarm rang out through the entire apartment, shuddering the walls where they stood. Nick's head rang with the noise of it as his eyes fluttered open, sleep still crusting around the edges and a glaze of grogginess cast over his vision.

“W-wha..." He mumbled, squinting away from the glare of the sun and the sudden, brilliant red light that swirled through the bedroom that was normally so dim and peaceful in the mornings, especially on a lazy Sunday.

The alarm continued its shouting call until it's broken through his haze of exhaustion and he actually realized the noise wasn't in a dream. “What is happening?" He blurted, looking around his room. Red light bathed the entire room in a glow of gleaming light. Blood splattered across the floor in streaks, some of its a brilliant fresh sheen of cherry red while stains of darker, drying blood caked into the actual texture of the bedroom's flooring. The walls had been covered in streamers of blue and green, but they were torn and crumpled. More blood streaks down over the thin paper, soaking easily through and breaking off portions of of the thin, tissue material. The ceiling was black, smeared with what appeared to be soot and dirt. Their window, which usually didn't let in any sunlight due to their fancy blackout screen, was instead boarded over with wooden slats.

“What the fuck?" Nick jolted upright in the bed, struggling to take in the entire sight of this room. The carpet was smeared with layers of this gleaming wetness of blood and dark patches of dirt and grime. “Is it a fire?" He thought, still too tired to fully process the scene and grabbing for whatever was the most obvious emergency, but the fire detector hung by a broken cord from the ceiling, lifeless and still.

““This is not a drill. Role call is required. Subject 24867, please report."

Nick blinked, rubbing the crusting sensation of sleep from his eyes and starting to shift in the bed. He reached over, instinctively grabbing for Skye's side of the bed, but she wasn't there. Instead, the bedding was soaked through with what appeared to be a black mixture of goop. Her pillow had been ripped in half, its stuffing spilling out and sticking out from whatever filled the outline of where her body had been.

“Skye?"

“This is not a drill. Role call is required. Subject 24867, please report."

Nick's head was pounding, but he didn't know what to do and the voice was echoing in his head now. The message stayed constant, a recorded or exceptionally steady voice constantly re-stating the same demand.

“What is it?" He shouted out, searching for the source of the sound. The red light seemed to send a cast of suggested blood spill over the room. His heart was already pounding, jolted into instant terror. He listened for anything else, straining his ears to hear over the sounding alarm that continued to shout into the void of his bedroom: Bwah! Bwah! Bwah! And was starting to layer in further noise As Nick shifted his feet to the side of the bed, looking to the floor on an instinctual inspection; he realized that the entire bedroom had been covered in balloons. They thin, latex shapes floated around, many of them popped now and laid lifeless on the carpet while other floated listlessly around the space. A banner hung, partially torn away, on the wall with the letters: H-_-P-P-Y B-I-_-T-_-D-_-Y with the lost letters in a mass grave against the wall below.

“What do you mean role call? Report?" Nick shouted. His blood roared in his ears.

“Subject 24867, are you able-bodied and well?" He's blinking, trying to understand this crackling, robotic voice that boomed through the entire bedroom. His eyes are swimming over everything.

“Who are you?"

“Subject 24867, are you able-bodied and well?"

“I'm fine! What the fuck is happening right now? Where's Skye?" He lunges forward. His bare feet hit the carpet, feeling a smear of wetness beneath his feet as he moved towards the door. The sound of his heart in his ears is almost so loud he can't hear the alarm still thrumming through the entire room, the entire building. His eyes flash back over the bed, baffled at the sudden transformation of the room from the boarded up window to the mindless destruction spilled throughout the space.

Hands lunging out for the door handle, Nick suddenly jolted his fingers backwards after they touched not to the familiar shape of the knob but onto a small keypad. “What the heck?" He spits, looking at the coded pad. It's small screen flickered, showing four simple dashes across the display while a keypad of letters and numbers hovered beneath.

“What is this?" He shouted up, hoping the voice could supply something useful, but it crackled in again.

“We have not ascertained your situation. We are unable to gain access to this quadrant. Any information you provide will assist. Signal is not strong. I will contact- Shssssrrrrr.... Sshhhh...." The sudden hiss of dead air filled the airwave before it clicked off and only the alarm remained.

“Fucking helpful!" Nick swore, bending over the keypad. “What the heck is this!? How did this even get here!?" Hs hands ran, instinctively over his chest as though searching for what he had on hand to use, but only his t-shirt and shorts ran beneath his fingertips. He turned around, shifting back to his side of the bed, half expecting a note from Skye telling him the code like she did when she changed the computer passwords. The side table seated beside the bed had a smeared finger print in dark red across the top, streaking onto the handle to the small drawer beneath.

“Anything in... here?" He tugged it open, finding a small recorder that rattled around inside before he picked it up, instantly pressing play. Static roared in his ears momentarily before Skye's voice layered in: “Happy Birthday to you! Shhhhsssrrrr- Holy shit! Oh my God! What- Shrrrsssshhh! Nick! Nick, you have to- Everything is in the room- Shhhhrrrrshhhh. Oh my Gah-"

The recording clicked to an end, leaving Nick reeling. “What is this?" His heart was pounding. “Everything is in the room? What's happening?" He looked around the room, squinting. The depressing birthday banner fluttered with a sudden gust that sent the loose letters fluttering across the floor. Two freed As, an H, and an R kicked across the carpet. Nick's eyes jolted back up, realizing that the dashes of empty space on the sign looked just like the keypad's empty screen.

“ARHA.... ARHA?" He muttered, rushing to the door and keying in the code only to hear a small whir before the lock dropped off, revealing the usual knob beneath. “That's fucking weird!" He stammered, but he rushed out into the hallway nonetheless. The hallway was utterly black, with a massive sheen of webbing and fabric stretched over the space that led to the kitchen. Nick jolted, turning towards the bathroom instead.

“Holy shit!" He gagged, stepping inside the bathroom to a wave of rotting scents. The aroma of decomposing meat his him in a sudden crashing wave. His nose curled up, one hand moving up to cover his face as he sucked in the disgusting scent. His eyes began to adjust to the jolting darkness, seeing a glinting sheen of blood coating the bathtub. The dip of the tub, where someone would lay, was black and filled with a sloshing black liquid.

“Oh my God!" He gasped, moving towards the mirror where he saw a sudden, scratching writing in brilliant red.

“Nik, Open Gift-"

It read.

“Gift?! I have to find a gift. It'll help me..." He bobbed his head. He looked down to the sink's cabinet, searching frantically through the drawers, finding nothing until the bottom drawer. A sudden blasting sound exploded behind the bathroom wall, rattling it against his backside. In the distance, in a tweaked, eerie tone he heard a melodic, piano rendition of Happy Birthday.

“What is happening? What is this? HOW!? Did North Korea bomb us? Did Trump cause a revolution? Am I dreaming? What is this?" Nick's starting to panic, feeling his heart pounding harder and harder, so confused and unable to process any of this. The final drawer hung open, a scrap of paper lying inside.

“Listen carefully."

Nick shook his head, struggling to lock out the sounds of the alarm and the explosions cracking somewhere in the distance. “Listen? Listen! Okay!" He shifted, pressing his ear to the wall while his eyes peered towards the crack of the door he'd left open. He peered out, suddenly seeing the foggy outline of a white, humanoid shape against the hallway's wall. He blinked, straining to see it better when he suddenly saw the glow of two, orangey orbs from the darkness of the corridor.

“Fuck!" He yelped, jolting back into the bathroom and skittering out through the locked door of the bathroom back into their bedroom. “Present... Present... Present..." He muttered to himself, focusing single mindedly on this goal since Skye'd told him too! He didn't know what was happening, but he trusted her scraggly handwriting on the mirror. He dove through the closet and then beneath the bed, but he finds nothing but grime until, suddenly, the crackle of paper hit his hand blindly thrust under the bed. He tugged it backwards, revealing a small wrapped package. He tore it open, finding a small pocket-sized canister with a metallic head and a push button lever. The side had a label. He squinted in to read it: “Pocket Flame! Use camping, signaling-"

Nick tore his eyes away, neglecting the rest of the words as he lunged back into the hallway. He pressed the button, sending a sudden burst of flames onto the webbing and fabric stretched over the entry and it all lit in a jolting blast, burning to ash and falling away. Nick rushed forward, rounding into the kitchen first. A cake sat on the kitchen table, the frosting smeared and one side smashed inward with more gleaming, dribbling blood oozing over the entire surface of the table.

“The city is-" Nick jumped at the sudden voice, looking backwards to see the television had flickered on in the living room. He stalked over, eager for news. “-in a mass panic after a massive carrying plane with smuggle, illegal drugs meant to possibly enhance female arousal crashed into the main water source in the city, infecting the entire population within hours. You are advised to stay inside, do not use the water.

Nick's mind raced to the tub, the cake- “Those use water!"

“Infected women are exceptionally dangerous. The drug is having unforeseeable effects city wide." Nick gulped, heart hammering. All he could think about was Skye, where was she; was she okay?!

“Shrrrssss-" The radio beside the television crackled with sudden signal, but unable to sustain one connection for more than a few moments.

“Oh my God! Joan! No!"

“What the hell is that?"

“Is this zombies? Has it really happened?!"

“Subject, we're getting a another heat signature in the apartment. Subject, we express caution. Prepare yourself-" Nick's eyes raced across the room, searching for any way to do that! He spotted a dusty, green can on the shelf beside the couch. He leapt for it, greedily slurping down the soda. Instantly, he felt a jolt of life and alertness in his mind.

Then, came a noise behind him. He turned. The door to the apartment had creaked open and then slammed shut once again. A shadowed figure stalked forward towards him.

“Skye!?" He demanded, staring at the shape. It came closer and closer until the dim light illuminated enough that he could see that it was Skye- or at least it seemed to be.

Her hair was massive, fluffed and tangled around her head. Blood gleaming red shone atop her head and thick chunks gave her a wild appearance. The red of her hair only made it more intense as it flared around her face. She wore absolutely nothing, a single strip of leather wrapped around her front, minimally constraining her bulging breasts from bouncing too madly; but they still gave a shake with each and every step forward.

As she walked, still several feet away from him, he could smell her on the air. Her scent was almost suffocatingly thick in the air. The deep, musky aroma of feminine arousal filled his nose, it's spicy, sweet balance wafting out from her form. Her breath came out in ragged puffs, hitching in her throat each and every time. Liquid, leaking juices coated her thighs to the point of dripping. She stalked towards Nick. His heart was pounding. The sight of her was so conflicting.

He was panicking. The television said danger! The radio screamed out proof! The apartment was terrible! Trashed! Blood everywhere! But... Skye was naked. He could smell her lust from here. He could taste her on his tongue. Her breaths made her chest heave, throwing her full breasts forward in these lunging waves beneath her body. He could see her glistening with wetness, her pussy engorged with need.

Nick gulped.

He felt himself swelling inside his shorts. His cock didn't have any read on danger, it just smelled a female in the air and began to swell. He hardened into an absolute rock, stiff enough that his pants tented painfully in front of him as Nick stumbled backwards. The tip dribbled precum into the cotton prison that surrounded him. He felt a pulse, a throb that ebbed down his length, buzzing it all to life. The back of his legs thunked into the couch's bottom and then he smacked into the couch, falling onto his ass on the plush cushion of the seat before Skye lunged forward.

He felt her nails on his thighs, scraping down the length of his legs to his knees while her mouth dropped over his shorts. Her cheek rubbed into his thigh, nuzzling and nipping along the shape of his cock still hidden in the fabric. His eyes rolled back, mind unable to process what was happening. The heat of her mouth washed out over him, sending pulsing beats of arousal through his cock. Her fingers crawled upwards, sliding beneath the loose legs of his shorts so that her soft, grabby fingertips could slid up his thighs. He felt the pads of her fingers and the soft layer of fur that coated each of her fingers. She was so soft against his skin, yet right now her motion was so lustful, verging on painful though somehow only edging against that defining line. The juxtaposition only made his heart pound faster. She had claws, she grabbed for him like a hunter snatching up her prey; yet her cheek was rubbing against the bulging girth of his cock, drooling over the sight of its outline in the cloth.

He reached back, grabbing onto the arm of the couch only to feel the lump of another recorder! He grabbed it madly, rushing it towards his ear and pressing the play button with a mashing motion.

It crackled once then began into the full instrumental rush of Sacred Dawn's video game music; rising with faded trumpets and sharp strings ebbing out into the distinctive Soul Calibur soundtrack clip.

“What the-"

As the sound bite ended, Nick gulped at the air. Skye had torn his shorts off his waist. Her mouth dropped right over top of his cock with hesitating a single second. Instead of the usual teasing, flickering of her tongue and playful style of her mouth as it danced with his cock. This time, she devoured him. Her lips spread out wide and then gulped down the entire length of his cock until she kissed wetly to the base. He could feel himself piercing down into her throat, but she didn't even flinch. She gagged around him, starting to bob her head rapidly with wet, lewd gulping sounds with each thrust. Nick grunted, grabbing onto the sides of the couch and gasping into the air. He let out a groan, all memory of the warning television washed out of his head.

He didn't have a single shred of fear left, he'd die to keep experiencing this. The sounds alone nearly put him over the edge, the lewd Shluck! Schluck! Of her throat squeezing and constricting around him with every fresh motion of her bobbing head. Her lips hugged him tighter than ever, sucking and milking him with each and every second. He groaned, eyes fluttering backwards as she suddenly grabbed his base with her supple hands. She squeezed him, cupping his balls in one hand with a tender grip while she jerked her fingers at his base and sucked madly on the tip. Her tongue swirled around the entire head, drooling down along the sides, saliva leaking along with the precum that was oozing constantly from his tip.

He could barely breath, feeling himself coated in this heat and wetness while he stared down at the sight of Skye like this. Her breasts, her perfect, heavy chest that he loved so much, was held only by a strip of leather that seemed to have just been tied around her nipples to keep her breasts from wildly jostling around; but all it accomplished was to make them seem even bigger as they bulged around the sides of either portion of the small strip. Her tail was flaring around madly behind her, trashing and flicking behind her, flowing out from her spine in an elegant, wild sort of spill of supple, coppery fur. Her full, rounded ass flared out from her curvy hips, perfectly filling out the view he stared down onto. Her eyes were locked on him. She stared at him like prey, with her eyes sparkling with a sharp gaze and her ears pinned back, focused and dominant.

“Rurrr...." Her voice suddenly purred out, rolling into his ear as his hips gave a jerk into her hand. He already felt his balls tightening, pulling up and churning against his body. Skye moved over him. Her naked sex smeared up his leg coating him in her rich, feminine musk. Then, he felt the heat of her bare cunt hovering above his cock. Heat wafted out from her body like she was truly an oven. Her dripped onto his cock head, oozing with excitement and already self-lubricating with her body's natural secretion. Her pussy ground right over top of him, humping just long enough to smear her body's juices over him before she dropped herself over his lap.

He thrust up into her, instantly bottoming out into her hot depths. “OooH! Fuck!" He gasped, feeling her clench around him. Her pussy squeezed him tighter, almost to the point that he felt like he might push right back out of her she was pushing around him so strongly, but instead she started to bounce. Her legs spread around him, hovering her over his lap so she could fuck him in a bouncing ride.

“Ruuurrrowlllll...." Skye let out a rolling moan into his ear. He could feel her legs shuddering in a vibrating shake on either side of him while her hands held onto his shoulders, steadying herself as she rode him harder and faster with each passing second. He was already panting, struggling to control himself. He could feel her clenching harder and harder with each passing second. Her fingernails dug into his bare shoulder. She sweat, droplets glistening on his forehead. Everything about her screamed out her orgasm well before her head suddenly dropped back, mouth opening completely with a howl of pleasure.

As she came, her entire body shook. Her cunt squeezed so tight. She shook on top of him like a leaf caught in a storm. Her entire body buzzed with life. Her fur was streaked with sweat. Her hips continued to bounce even through her orgasm. She was cumming around him, madly milking his entire length.

“Oh! Oh! Damn!" Nick gasped, feeling himself sudden spurting into her sex. She moaned out with him, not stopping her fuckign as he came. He could feel the goo of his own cum sloshing inside of her, surrounding his cock as she continued to slam him into the depths of her sloppy sex. She was huffing, breathing into his ear with every thrust. She was yipping, growling before she sudden bit onto his shoulder. He felt her teeth on the skin, threatening to break right through as she came again, almost without pause from the first orgasm he felt around his cock.

She shook as she came, shuddering with the power of it. “Cum for me. Don't stop-" She hissed into his ear. The sudden sound of her voice, gruff and demanding in his ear hit him suddenly. “Cum for me. Fill me up. Brrreed me." Nick grunted, flinching with the sudden addition of dirty talking into this rough fucking he received, almost powerless trapped beneath Skye's powerful, lust-driven form. “Fuck!" She gave a grunt, moaning out into his ear in a low, throaty tone.

“You feel so f-in good inside of me, Nick. God! I just wanna... fuck you..." She gave a sharp gasp, bouncing harder on him, not even pausing to pay attention to the fact that he'd cum and was shuddering through a recovery as she spoke. She didn't even slow down her hips motions. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh! Ye-yes!" Her sex started clamping down on him again, milking around his cock as she rode him into another one of her own orgasms.

Her nails raked down his chest, drawning tracks on the skin of pale white marks from her nails before she hunched over him. Her hips were shaking, thrumming through another set of spasming convulsions while Nick gasped. His cock ached with sudden sensitivity, his orgasm drying him out while she still used him.

He watched like a fly on the wall, feeling every detail of her, as she came around him again. His hands found her hips, trying to assist as her body grew tireder and tireder until, finally, she slumped into his chest with a soft whimper. Her cunt oozed with a mess of mixed cum, leaking onto his lap and the couch.

“Threat avoided. Good job-" Nick jumped at the sound of the voice, blinking at he looked up at Skye with refreshed worry, but instead she shuffled backwards slightly on his lap and with a slow, spreading grin; Skye reached back and depressed a single button on their remote that sudden brought the television screen to life. It thrummed to life with a low hum as text flashed to life on the screen.

Achievement Unlocked: Survive Your Birthday.

“Happy Birthday, Survivor-"

“Happy Birthday, Nick."

“Best wishes, Player!"

The voices of the television and radio all suddenly spoke from the television, as the message flashed on the screen. Then, all the lights in the apartment sudden flashed to life and filled the space with vibrant, golden light.

“W-what is all this?" Nick blinked, staring dumbfounded at Skye and the screen.

“Your favorite thing in the whole world is gaming, and you're a fiend for dumb Trophies and Achievements, so I wanted to give you your favorite things in real life for your birthday. You did it, you survived your own real life video game and earned the greatest trophy-"

Nick just stared, mouth hanging open.

“You did... all of this?"

She shrugged, chuckling. “Course." She leaned in, cupping his neck and slowly kissing him. Her naked body folded into his, warm and wet with theatrical blood, sweat, and her own leaking juices. He squeezed her closer, still unable to fully believe this whole thing had been orchestrated. His mind raced: “How had she done all this? How much theater blood did she buy? How much did this cost?" But ultimately, he didn't want to ruin this moment; basking in an exhausted afterglow and staring at the best birthday gift ever in his arms, with any questions.

“I love you, ya know-" Nick mumbled into her neck, unsure of another response. His stomach gave a sudden grumble, growling for food after the long morning and the work out he'd just survived. “So.." He looked towards the kitchen, “The cake's not a lie, is it?"

Skye grinned, shaking her head: “Happy birthday, Player."