Hunter's Rise - Rookie Saga
Copyright© 2026 by Mezu
Chapter 11: The Farm - Cumshot in The Dark
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 11: The Farm - Cumshot in The Dark - The erotic adventures of Zara Cromwell and her friends continue. Monsters are still around, and still horny. Get ready for another strange story with familiar faces and new characters as the new saga unfolds. In case you are not familiar with the story, check out the Pupil Saga first.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual Hermaphrodite Fiction Futanari Horror Paranormal Furry Zombies Cheating Cuckold Rough Anal Sex Pregnancy BBW Big Breasts Illustrated
Something felt wrong.
As Aritimi pointed out, a blackout is an unusual thing in such a protected place like that.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” Zara said.
“Same,” Aritimi nodded.
She turned back to the others in the room.
“Stay here, rookies. Zara and I will check out this place.”
It was hard to walk around the place as Zara’s eyes didn’t adjust to the darkness yet.
“Any chance that we got an intruder?” She asked.
“This place is impossible to penetrate ... that’s what I would have said before. But everything after the Stranger’s attack feels weak and unsafe.” Aritimi answered.
“How big is this place?” Zara asked.
“Very big, but I don’t know how many of the cells here are occupied.” She answered. “Some cells are reserved for certain people.”
“And how dangerous are the zombified hunters?”
“Not necessarily dangerous by default ... but just like any big group of undead, they can be more violent when the horde instinct kicks in. That’s why they are kept in individual containment units.”
“What about the doors?” Zara asked. “They are still closed.”
“Of course they are. The monsters’ cell doors don’t open when the power is out. It only happens in movies.” Aritimi answered. “They have to be opened manually from outside.”
They heard various undead hunters growling behind locked doors. Some were even beating the doors with their bare hands.
“Can they break out?” Zara asked. She wasn’t sure how strong those doors were, since they had to contain undead with superpowers.
“Most of them are still safe ... but some hunters has the capability to break out, especially here,” Aritimi answered. “Luckily, they are not stealthy at all, so we can easily notice any escapees.”
As they walked, they finally reached a sector with minimal light.
“These emergency lights are on a separate energy source from the others, but they won’t last long,” Aritimi explained.
Then they heard something.
One of the doors burst open.
“Shit! I have an idea of who this monster can be,” Aritimi hissed as they hurried towards the source of the sound.
The undead monster hunter they saw was closer to monster than monster hunter.
She was a musclebound blonde woman with more muscle than a male bodybuilder.
She was dirty, covered in blood. Her blonde mane almost reached the floor.
Also, she had a huge, long cock.
“She is Mega Myrtle,” Aritimi said. “Died a few years ago.”
“What? How? What the hell could kill something like her?” Zara asked.
“She overworked her augmentations with steroids, and her body couldn’t keep up,” Aritimi explained.
“Also, that’s why she is a futanari, just like the monsters.” She added. “She was more monster than human.”
Meanwhile, the undead huntress just growled. Her cock stiffened.
“I guess she is happy to see us,” Zara smirked.
“I don’t know what’s going on in this place, but beating this muscle-head zombie will be a good warm-up,” Aritimi nodded.
“Are you sure?” Zara asked.
“Yeah. She is like a hundred times stronger than me, but I’m a hundred times more skilled than her.” Aritimi shrugged.
Aritimi lunged and kicked the undead Amazon in the knee.
Nothing happened.
It was like kicking a granite statue.
“She overworked her augmentations with steroids, and her body couldn’t keep up,” Aritimi explained.
“Also, that’s why she is a futanari, just like the monsters.” She added. “She was more monster than human.”
Meanwhile, the undead huntress just growled. Her cock stiffened.
“I guess she is happy to see us,” Zara smirked.
“I don’t know what’s going on in this place, but beating this muscle-head zombie will be a good warm-up,” Aritimi nodded.
“Are you sure?” Zara asked.
“Yeah. She is like a hundred times stronger than me, but I’m a hundred times more skilled than her.” Aritimi shrugged.
Aritimi lunged and kicked the undead Amazon in the knee.
Nothing happened.
It was like kicking a granite statue.
“Ouch!” Aritimi pulled her foot away.
Myrtle wasted no time and grabbed Aritimi’s head and pushed her to her knees.
Myrtle’s grip was like a hydraulic vice. Aritimi’s scream was cut short as the giantess shoved her cock into her mouth.
Zara didn’t hesitate. She didn’t have the raw power to wrestle Myrtle off Aritimi, but she had an idea.
She was no longer a futanari, but she remembered how sensitive the male genitals are.
She stepped behind Myrtle and grabbed her huge balls, then gave them an unbearable squeeze.
The effect was instantaneous. Mega Myrtle’s entire frame shuddered, a guttural, strangled sound escaping her throat as her nervous system misfired. The grip on Aritimi’s head slackened just enough for the smaller woman to scramble backward, gasping for air and coughing.
Zara’s next idea was to escape with Aritimi while the monster was in pain, but Myrtle’s pain quickly turned into anger.
She grabbed Zara by the shoulder and shoved her to the wall.
“Ah!” She gasped before falling to the ground, almost hitting her pregnant belly.
She didn’t have to worry about the baby since it was a monster baby. They can take a lot.
Aritimi was the only one in danger since her baby was human. And if the pregnancy ended abruptly, either through abortion or miscarriage, there’s a big chance that the messed-up hormones would result in a permanent loss of function in the augmentation. The HSA would lose one of its most important hunters.
She couldn’t see Aritimi; maybe she had already escaped.
Zara couldn’t even think about getting up as Myrtle was already atop her, spreading her legs apart.
The air was knocked out of Zara as the giantess’s weight descended, a crushing pressure of muscle and dead skin that pinned her flat against the cold concrete. There was no preamble, no hesitation; Mega Myrtle acted with the singular, mindless drive of a predator.
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