I'm ditching phonetic accents in the dialogue. They're no fun to work with.


"Kitana, how could you?" Kuai sobbed.

"I'm sorry! I didn't feel that same burning passion we had... Wait. How long ago did we have it?"

"You have a point. Since when did we actually feel anything for each other?"

Kitana had only a second to consider something she would say for her true blue match. Maybe they shouldn't stay. If she could put that into words-

A man walked by, brownish-blond curls on the top of his head, a light stubble developing on his face. His eyes were unmistakably brown, contrasting against his pale complexion. He was a bit tall and quite lanky, and if his pacing could say anything, it was telling the two he was quite nervous. He stopped and looked at Kitana's eyes and began to speak.

"E- excuse me. Do you- Do you know where this particular hotel is? I have to..."

She noticed his constant stuttering and his accent, which sounded foreign. French, maybe.

"... And seeing as I have been lost for a- a while, and my friend took my helmet, I really, really need your help. I have to leave tomorrow."

Have I seen you before?

Before she could answer, Kuai told him, "Walk to next block, turn left, walk three blocks, and turn right. In about five streets, you'll see the hotel."

The man stared into her eyes, not daring to blink, as if he were pleading or manipulating, yet his lips were parted, giving off the impression of a blank facial expression. He blinked and turned to Kuai, making the eerie eye contact again, before finally saying, "Thank you," and walking off as if it never happened. His steps mysteriously echoed through the busy streets.

For an unspecified while, Kitana hadn't a single thought in her head. It took that while for her brain to reconfigure, seemingly rewiring itself with a few metaphorical sparks flying off in her head. The same went for Kuai, who was staring off into a rotting building without any real focus. But during that last and largest spark, the idealistic images of the two flooded their minds, leading to Kitana regretting considering breaking up with Sub-Zero.

"I love you," she said desperately in an out-of-character way.

"I forgive you," he responded.


Years passed by like gentle breezes. Infidelities were unheard of. At least Sub-Zero is sure of that. But beyond hugs and kisses, the two haven't gone above and beyond. Despite that, the couple was very happy. Kissing, hugging, laying in the grass on a sunny day, going to the beach against Kuai's will, and simply enjoying relaxing outings were usually parts of their agenda, to make up for all those games in which they haven't given a shit for each other.

Gentle breezes included helping Kitana adjust more to the urban area around her, coaxing her to get a job, and looking for an apartment for her to rent. Also, to never respond to anything sounding like the following. (And especially not responding with her steel fans.)

"Yo, wazzup, my nigga?"

"Ya gotta nice ass, bitch!"

"I'm gon' beat the shit outta you!"

"Ya got that dope?"

The two loved to travel. They enjoyed absorbing sights foreign to them, marveling in their beauty and uniqueness, from the skyscrapers to the many statues. Even Mount Rushmore. How they had enough money now was a puzzle, since the Princess of Edenia seemed too preoccupied with her alleged lover to actually attend to her semi-native realm. But who cares? She's with him now. And they're perfect for each other. They're both blue. They're both awesome... Uh... Any other reason they're a great couple? Because that's all I got.

Eventually, the two grew tired of the many overly urban cities. They had moved to California (Beverly Hills, to be precise), intending on maybe making something of themselves and raise a beautiful family. He was the "secretly artsy" type, despite not showing it and hiding it all with "duties" and "his clan" and other bullshit like that.

She felt quite fulfilled even with a simpler life of simpler responsibilities and chastity. Until a fated day. She was ready. Her partner was ready.

Kitana was indeed satisfied with her partner. He held a promise of peace, despite attempted murder. Several times.

Kitana made eye contact with her partner, who was on her bed, licking her lips in anticipation. The shining blue from her partner aroused the Princess. She looked over to him, making sure he was eying her. He twitched, nervous and confused. It was obvious that he was inexperienced in this area, whereas Kitana had plenty of skill, and was eager to lend him a few tips. She pulled off her mask.

She took her time with the strings, moving her fingers about the knot, making sure he was paying attention. She sensually and slowly peeled off her bustier, allowing him to eye the beauty of those rounded masses of flesh. Especially after she fully removed it. Oh yes, she thought.

He looked up at the Princess, processing the display, grasping what was so special about it. Her fairly toned abdomen, her large breasts, how she was wide on top, then narrow in the middle, then wide again. She basically formed the ideal hourglass figure. And she wanted to fully display that figure.

She turned around, her back facing him, and gripped the thong she wore from each hip. She intended on torturing him, so she pulled it down about a millimeter a minute, slowly revealing her posterior. He had to admit, there was something about her bottom that caught his attention. Maybe its size, how firm it looks... She turned around.

He could see a small patch of hair between her legs, which were closed. She approached him, careful not to open them so much. "Do you like what you see?" she asked. All he could do was nod. He really had no idea what she was doing. It was so foreign to him, yet it had occurred for thousands of years. He was speechless. Well, only because a hush meant being quiet, and he was hushed. It was so hard not to talk.

But that didn't matter. She then lay on the bed, spreading her arms and keeping one leg bent, the other straight. All her fingers then began to stroke her own abdomen, moving up and down, left and right, gently scratching, sending some shock throughout her body. One of her fingers reached her breasts, causing the rest to follow suit. They traveled up the mounds, up to the tips, which were already hardening.

Her legs surrounded him and attempted to drag him towards her body, but he was too heavy. And cold. She gave up and continued to stroke her nipples. Once they were fully erect, she moved her hands away from her chest, separating her legs. His gaze moved from her breasts to her core, which was now dripping and being rubbed. Her digits continued to play with that sensitive area, the area he couldn't name.

And her legs clung to him, pulling herself closer to him, nearly feeling his cold self with her warmth. Just... so... close... He couldn't stare anywhere except for her folds and hands. And one of her mischievous appendages slid inside her, pounding against her walls. She let out a moan, wishing for him against her, despite her knowing that uncontrollable shivering would ensue. The movement of her extremities quickened, her insides clenching around them as she thrust into her hand, and continued until they could feel her muscle spasm. She let out a strained gasp.

There she was, panting heavily beside him, lightly covered in sweat. He was confused as to how she would be so exhausted when she had done so little. She intrigued him (somewhat).

And before he knew it, her folds met his cool exterior, right beneath his vision. Goosebumps formed on the her skin as she shivered and her hips began to buck. Her fingers returned to her breasts, rubbing her peaks again. She moaned all too loudly, combining those moans with hushed "yeses" and many other gasps. She felt slick and hot, combined with wetness. That part worried him. She was wet. He feared for his life. He was not supposed to come in contact with water, so what would happen with this strange fluid?

Cautiously, he prodded against the strange, damp area, beginning with one spot resembling a button of sorts. She yelped, prompting him to finally speak.

"What? What did I do? Just so you know, I'm not familiar with this process you refer to as 'love-making', but- but, maybe you could assist this little in-"

She shushed him again, followed by two, quite strained words. "Be gentle."

Yeah, telling a monster who had never heard of softness to be gentle seems easy enough.

So he tried again, this time not applying much pressure and not extending as far, earning himself a sigh from her. He was disgusted by the liquid that clung onto him and started to wonder why he even agreed to this test. But for the sake of achieving that one feeling, he continued, continuing to make her moan.

You could say he handled her well. (Get it?)

The combined hip motion and strokes proved to be too much for her as she yelled his name and eased down from him, returning to the overly heavy panting.

"That was amazing," she moaned.

"Thank you," he replied. "You know, it's nice, finally, to meet a woman who's not obsessed with penis size. I appreciate that."

THUD! The door is ruthlessly kicked down, the hinges frozen and smashed into microscopic pieces by none other than Sub-Zero. They all screamed, but in the heat of the moment, it was impossible to tell who they came from.

"What the fuck is this?"

"My husband!"

"What are doing with my wife?"

"I've got a hall-"

"He's got a gun!"

He could feel the cold barrel of his own shotgun against his chin and-

BANG!


Sub-Zero quickly awoke with a gasp. He felt around his bed for anything suspicious, given the thought that Kitana could cheat on him at any moment.

He grew even more worried. She could, but why? They were so perfect for each other! He didn't know why, but they were! She wouldn't just throw this wonderful, perfect relationship in the trash like any other skank. Would she? No, of course she wouldn't. She's very happy with you. You are her soul mate, and there is clearly no one else she is supposed to be with.

He heard a pound coming from downstairs followed by a crumble. That sent Kuai on a frenzy. He slipped into his sandals and a bathrobe and darted downstairs, praying Kitana was OK. He knocked on the door loudly and quickly, even after someone opened it.

It was Liu Kang, wearing a white tank top and a pair of boxers, with his bandanna absent. He wasn't used to seeing him like this, considering he couldn't possibly have a life outside of fighting. He grabbed Liu by the shoulders and shaking him, he asked, "Where is Kitana?"

"Since when did you care about her?"

"Where is Kitana? If you hurt her, you will regret it even after you die!"

"Since when did you guys become a couple?"

"Do you really care, Liu Kang?"

"Of course I do! You weren't the one she originally sought out!"

"Shut it, punk! We were meant to be together and you know it."

"Bullshit," muttered Liu. "If you were meant to be together, she wouldn't have taken a Brit to her apartment."

Kuai gasped like a woman and bitch-slapped Liu. "Liar!" yelled Kuai.

"See for yourself."


He's just jealous, he thought. He's just jealous because he wants Kitana. He only wants her for her good looks. We were meant to be, and he's in denial.

He knocked on her door. When she didn't immediately respond with anticipation leaking out of her pores, he gently grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it. To his surprise, it was unlocked, so he tiptoed inside her apartment, heading towards her room. Her bedroom door was shut, but what it attempted to conceal was far from quiet.

Sounds of pure ecstasy were escaping that room, driving Sub-Zero to his boiling point. Screw Scorpion, screw Noob, screw the problems arising in the Lin Kuei, screw the cyborgs, screw the possibility of Smoke being automated in this story, Kitana was his main priority. He couldn't contain his anger anymore. He froze the door and punched it into billions of ice shards. And there she was, naked, misusing and abusing Aperture Science equipment by having her sweetness against a Personality Sphere. And not just any sphere. His optic was a bright, stratosphere blue.

Kitana stood up, pacing towards Kuai... And immediately ran away. The core was simply there, somehow looking confused, despite not having an actual face. It was strange; he was nothing more than a white metal ball with handles over and under the blue optic, yet he had some human qualities. To top it off, it was the exact core he had seen in that... dream.

But it didn't matter. He was the reason their relationship was failing, and for the sake of preserving their absolute and somehow official happiness, an ice ball started to form on his hand and aimed for the core. That is until-

"What- what are you doing? I really don't know why you're so upset. Those smelly humans confuse me; they trample you and try to maul you to death. And I think she was brain damaged, heh, heh, just like another human. She was a great jumper, and um, I would want to know where she is for the sake of, erm, apologizing."

"Okay," Sub-Zero blandly replied to his Out Of Character rant.

"They're very strange, I'll tell you that much. They're culture is quite confusing, and you've just witnessed... that. But I had no idea what was going on. She's a lunatic-"

"Give me one good reason you shouldn't die right now."

"Bird!" he yelled.

Thwap! A bird flies straight into his face...


... prompting Kuai to wake up. He looks around and notices the bathroom light is on. With that faint light, he notices the crumpled plastic bag on the nightstand adjacent to him.

"No more pork rinds before bed," he said.


Yep, this is my first piece of smut. The first piece of smut on this site, anyways. And I can't write it. But I'm still going to. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Do you have any idea how hard it was to write this? (And to top it off, it wasn't even with a human/humanoid of any kind.)

Sorry it took forever for me to update. Real life got in the way, with finals and all, along with some sudden depression resulting in writer's block. And for that, I apologize again for my feelings and studies (with an unintentional hiatus) getting in the way of me actually doing shit. So with finals approaching and the end of school nearing, hopefully I can update more often. Not that me missing would have that big of an impact on your lives.