In the living room, the guy still cried. He was still in the wagon, and he was the center of attention, to his dismay. It's not that he wasn't used to it, because he has been, lately. But sitting in a wagon in somebody else's living room isn't exactly one's ideal way of "glory." Especially while you bawl your balls off and your boot's spurs are becoming a pain in the ass. Literally. Maybe he should stop sitting in fetal position...

He could hear all of them clamoring, and one in particular sounded angry.

"Come on, tell me what's wrong."

"You can tell me."

"And me."

"Me too."

"I don't know you. But you can trust me."

"Where's our celebratory tea?!"

Elton John turned to Kanye West, obviously irritated. "Who is he?"

"Guy-Man," he simply responded. "C'mon, show some concern for the dude."

That was the polar opposite of what Guy-Man wanted. If anything, he wished all the attention was on the baby and not him. Anything, really. Even the mother, who he admittedly thought was a stupid skank.

Where was she, anyways?


Back in the hot tub, Kim was still being eaten out by her daughter. She had cum at least a dozen times from the pleasure of the Saibota within her, as well as her daughter's actions.

Unknown to her, a photographer had his camera lens aimed on the bulging starlet. A photograph of her would make an excellent cover for the next edition of People magazine.

Unfortunately, he was a terrible balancer, and like a complete goofball, he fell to the ground. his photo was taken, but his camera's lens was now cracked... He himself was drenched in a pool, the starlet looking over him with a worried expression. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine..."

He then noticed she was licking her lips lustily, giving a pleasurable moan...

"I - I - I'm sorry," he stuttered.

"You're sorry?"

"Didn't I -"

"I know you said it, but why?"

"For," he gulped, "invading your privacy?"

She gave another moan, and the man was unsure at what her intentions were. She seemed... desperate, to say the least.

"God, I'm so horny right now... I suppose if you want, I could, I dunno, tell you everything about my bump right here. And maybe after doing your job as a reporter, maybe you can do another job for me..."

He smiled. "Of course... Now, where can we start?"

And suddenly, he was stunned by the Saibota who burst forth from the water. "Mommy wants all the girls to realize that getting pregnant is a good thing, and is very sexy... Women like her have such an overcharged sex drive, it's amazing. If she had one message to all the girls of the world, it would be 'Take this black tar-like nodule, gently push it into your cunt, and get pregnant and sexy.'"

The photographer was stunned for a moment, but quickly grabbed a picture of the Saibota, swapping out his lens for a spare he had in his bag as Kim sighed.

"This baby in my belly's making me feel so horny right now..." She looked a the photographer. "Would you, I dunno, be willing to help me relieve a bit of it? I'll provide you with some of those nodules and all the evidence you'll need to show you aren't crazy."

Already peeling off his shirt, he huffed, "Gladly."

She pulled him in for a kiss while her hands wandered down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and folding down his boxers enough to free his member. From there, she forced it into her, moaning into his mouth and ignoring his hands that squished her boobs.

He began to thrust deep into the Kardashian whore. This was amazing... He never dreamed that such a hot slut as Kim Kardashian would ever spill all out to him, especially not while pregnant with whatever this creature was.

Not in the mood to be filled with cum again, Kim pulled off the photographer, receiving a whimper in response as she stood up in the jacuzzi, her head perfectly level with his erection. Before she could even get her grasp set, he stuck it in her mouth, fucking her face for several minutes until he came down her throat, the whore's sexual appetite satiated... For now.

"That was wonderful..." She looked at her daughter, who gave a glance of approval and removed a portion of her own body, it separating into individual pill-like forms.

"Now remember the instructions for use. Tell the women to take this and gently press it up their vagina. The pill will do the rest."

He nodded, reaching for his clothes when suddenly -

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!"


It took some work to get Guy-Man to talk again. Actually, it always takes some work to get Guy-Man to talk. But it also involved being rocked in some lady's lap while she sang to him as if he were an infant, water practically being forced down his throat, and Kanye trying to get him to walk again. Not that he forgot to walk, of course, so he was left with the urge to call Kanye out for being a fucking idiot, but that would dampen his already OOC ass even more.

He also received some rather pleasant therapy, of course, if "pleasant" meant "so humiliating you don't want to show your face anymore despite that fact that you already do that and you regret ever meeting Elton John." Elton John was steamed over a very mundane topic, and out of all people he could have possibly taken his anger out on, it was Guy-Man.

Elton John swiftly pulled out one of his hairs "because the end was split" and "you're getting in the way of us ever getting our celebratory tea." Guy-Man just sat still, not letting out a single sound despite the fact that the second one of his hairs was forced away from their follicle, he would yelp so loudly the building would crumble. Then Elton John yelled at him even more because "thanks to you we'll never get our tea, and we haven't done anything to you." Then a lady walked in with hot cups of even hotter tea, which resulted in Elton John kicking Guy-Man's shin and running over to the cups of tea like an ecstatic child. Walking over to Guy, he held the cup in his hand, the steam teasing his own nose. Elton John took a small, slow sip.

It was Earl Grey. He hated Earl Grey.

So what would he do?

He poured the tea over Guy-Man's head. Small streams of the hot tea then ran down his face, nearly driving him to tears as his scalp burned like hell.

It. Fucking. Hurt.

An understatement.

With that, Guy finally stood up and walked to Elton John, bent on the intent of strangling him until he at least passed out from the lack of oxygen. Or maybe die. Yeah, maybe. Then he'd kill himself. Perfect.

As he was finally at arm's length with Elton John, he saw a woman frowning at him, her gaze saying, Don't hurt him.

Riiiiiiight.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" he heard Kanye yell.

And the rest of them ran outside towards the direction of Kanye's voice. Perfect. He was grateful for finally not being the center of attention. Do you really want to be the center of attention when you are miserable?

He ran into a closet. A closet that was considerably farther than the one he was previously in.


Kayne looked incredulously at the scene in front of him. In the jacuzzi was his girlfriend, pregnant as ever, sitting there with something that looked like it had come out of an alien horror movie.

And on the other side was a photographer who'd just pulled his pants up. Judging from the tad of cream on Kim's face, he knew what had happened.

"NIGGA WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, COMIN' AND FUCKING MY GIRL?"

The photographer chose this exact moment to make a break for it, the crowd of celebrities watching as Kanye chased him across the grass before finally grabbing him and throwing him over the gate.

"AND DON'T COME BACK!"

Returning, he and everyone else failed to notice that a pill-sized piece of Kim's Saibota had broken off and was already underneath Beyonce's leggings. Soon yet another celebrity would be at the whim of the infestation... But come on, we all knew she was a whore, right? The trip to Cuba and insulting the US was done to get more fans to buy her shit from overseas, obviously...


Soon, magazine after magazine was rolling off the shelves, the picture of a pregnant Kim Kardashian with the caption "PREGNANT AND SEXY! Kim Kardashian exposes her latest secret." Inside the magazine was an article written by the photographer, showcasing a multitude of pictures including(oddly enough) one of Kim giving him head.

Soon, all the other whores and wannabe whores started messaging the photographer, asking him for this magic pill that Kim claimed made her so overly horny and sexy. Like a dummy wanting to make some cash, he sold them the pills until he had none left. You probably guessed by now that yes, they got pregnant with Saibota, bore them, made more pills out of them, repeat... Soon there wasn't a single city in the US that didn't have at least one girl birthing Saibota and selling their pills.

"Women have reported that the pill increases their sex drive, their good feelings about how they look, and the size of their abdomen. Of course, men don't mind... A poll taken yesterday had a response that fifty-two percent of men either have a wife, girlfriend, or close female friend who has used one of these pills. Another twenty-seven percent said they were considering buying it for a wife or girlfriend, and ten percent said they had already bought it and were waiting to give it to their significant other."

Hmm... For the moment, Sonya's sex drive was satiated by hearing about the spread of the Saibota. She herself was aching for them, wanting to carry a girl Saibota to term... She was truly infested, yet she was doing a good job of staying in control.

Of course, she wasn't fully in control. Everything she now saw was sex. Every man she saw was a dick aching to be sucked, every woman a pussy begging to be eaten out. Every report seemed to dissolve into erotica before her eyes. She was trying so hard to keep herself sane, yet one person kept returning to her thoughts...

Wheatley.

Out of all people, he was the one somehow keeping her sane, yet at the same time, driving her crazy. It's not like she wanted to think about him, he just kept coming back into her head, despite him probably never talking to her again. Of course, being infected by the Saibota made it hard for her to understand why he didn't want to talk to her again, but as time flew, she understood a little more, yet felt more inclined to speak to him.

She had no idea how long ago the "incident" happened.

Jax approached her, declaring Kano was dead, yet he was void of emotion. But then again, what kind of person would you be if you celebrated a person's death?

Kano was dead.

Sonya didn't care. She forgot when she last cared about the bastard's life. She forced herself to ask Jax how he died.

"You know the black tar-creatures we've been investigating for quite a while?"

Sonya nodded.

"Well, one of them took his knife and used it to disembowel him."

Sonya's indifferent expression then turned into a half-frown. "Thanks, Jax."

With that, she realized she had two choices. Try to talk to Wheatley again, or simply abandon everything she worked for and surrender to depression.

But she knew just what not to do.

Succumb to the urges of this... thing.


Wheatley was currently chatting on a fanfiction chatbox with two writers of a story highly acclaimed and moderately trolled by many of the users on the site.

TeslaGauss17: Hi... I was wondering where you got your ideas for your story.

Fusion: Which one?

Sorel: We've done several... You talking about Kold Blooded Kouple?

Fusion: No, that's the one another guy did... We did "Kris Humphries Strikes Back," that Kardashian crossover, remember?

Teslagauss17: I loved that story... Especially when Noob Saibot did that thing to Kim. Where did you get that idea from?

Sorel: ...

Fusion: You wouldn't believe us if we told you, lol.


She lost track of how long she spent in the forest. She was only accompanied by two "sons" she bore, in terms of communication, and, inevitably, sexuality. Every day, she'd fuck these things to satisfy her own intimate cravings, while she seemed to be losing focus on everything else in her life. Of course, she kept birthing more Saibota, but with each one she bore, one left. If she was lucky, she'd have twins, but her adapted selfishness had taught her to keep one inside her until she was satisfied.

Fuck, wait, breed, keep, wait, breed, fuck.

The cycle repeated itself.

She didn't see anything bad about it. OK, maybe she forgot to eat several times. But she didn't see anything bad happen directly to her. There didn't seem to be any negative side effects aside from constantly being horny.

There seemed to be none.

Key word being "seemed."

As they slipped through the forest, the pregnant demoness and her Saibota, they peered through the forest, noticing something quite interesting below them.

A legion of Outworld warlords and their infected, bulging wives were traveling towards the portal to Edenia. Leading them were the terribly whorish carrier named Tanya, and... Mileena, her abdomen filled to the brim with a powerful Saibota. Not knowing what else to do, she and her Saibota joined the convoy.

Meeting them on the Edenian side was an equally large group of Edenian royals and their lovers. All of their women were pregnant with Saibota as well, led by Jade and Kitana, both of them carrying exactly like their Outworld counterparts.

"Sister... You enjoyed my gift..." Mileena smiled underneath her veil, seeing that the Saibota she had dealed with fulfilled its part of the bargain.

Kitana only gave a moan, smiling as she embraced her sister, kissing her through the veil. Jade and Tanya, former lifelong enemies, found themselves entwined with one another, giving each other a pregnant 69ing.

Kia found herself mesmerized by the former enemies the Saibota had brought together. She was also getting quite a bit wet, slowly fingering herself to take some of the sexual tension away.


"Let's hurry, ladies. We need to get to Earthrealm... We can make a stand there."

Ashrah and Kagura smiled, knowing they would be somewhat safe back in Earthrealm.

"So Kagura... Tell me all you can about the Saibota. I need to know every last detail."

"You see, Liu Kang, Saibota originate from the wraith Noob Saibot. They are the result of Bi-Han spilling his seed into a woman."

"Ew," was all he uttered.

"Saibota develop very quickly inside a woman's uterus. However, how quickly they develop depends on the species, and even then, they can choose when and if they want the Saibota born."

"Why?"

"After a woman's body is under the Saibota's influence, it adjusts itself to birthing Saibota, meaning they experience no pain during the short period of pregnancy. In fact, it increases their sex drive and is quite pleasurable."

"Anything else?"

"Saibota come in two forms. There are male Saibota, who reproduce with and infest women in the normal way, and female Saibota, who remove a piece of their body and insert it into a female host." She showed how she could remove parts of her. "Also, we are indestructible. You cannot kill us. Even if we get broken up into several pieces, each will either reform with the other parts, or find a host to grow its new body."


Teslagauss17: Are you serious?

Sorel: Yeah... She's a lot of fun, I'll tell you that.

Fusion: I don't blame you, Wheatley. Didn't believe it either when she told me what happened, but hey. It seems to be all the rage today.

Teslagauss17: So, can I bring you guys in and see what you mean?

Fusion: ?

Sorel: How stupid do you think we are? Why would I come with you guys?

Teslagauss17: I... I'm a second lieutenant, special forces. My boss had something similar happen, but she didn't make friends with hers like you did, Sorel.

Fusion: Dox plz.

*Teslagauss17 has sent *

Fusion: Seems legit. Meet you and her at the base, Sorel?

Sorel: I'd rather be there than having my shit taken away. Let's do it.

With that, Wheatley got off of the computer and chat room. Perhaps he would finally have a lead on these tar creatures...

Wheatley was going to the Special Forces headquarters. He had found a couple of people who could help him: the girl named Sorel was apparently friends with one of these tar creatures.

"Are we there yet?" The sound of Fusion complaining was quickly stopped by Sorel's smack, the unnamed Saibota sitting between them smirking.

"We'll be there in a moment, Fusion..."

"Hold up. We aren't even exchanging names here?"

"It isn't like our operatives use their real names. Ours utilize code names." Fusion could only nod as Sorel looked on, agitated.

Then she showed up.

Wheatley found himself gawking at a depressed Sonya as she walked down the sidewalk. She seemed terribly saddened, having cried for some time. However, all of that would change as their eyes contacted one another.

"Sonya!"

"Wheatley!"

The second lieutenant reached across the vehicle and opened up the door for Sonya, who got in with a smile on her face. "Who're these..." She stopped, looking into the white eyes of the Saibota.

"Ah, I almost forgot... Sorel, Fusion, unnamed tar creature, this is Lieutenant Sonya Blade, my boss. Sonya, these are my next leads on this case, Fusion, Sorel, and the unnamed tar creature..."

"Aura." The Saibota spoke up, giving herself a name she remembered from looking at Sorel's chat logs.

Sonya gave a sigh of relief. "Funny enough, I have some new evidence too. How about we go to your house to do a little trade 'n grade?"

The second lieutenant nodded, quickly doing a u-turn as the group headed to his house, unknowingly missing their first opportunity to meet with Earthrealm's champion...


"Damn it!" shouted Liu. "Come back!"

"If you tell that thing to come back, will it actually come back?" Ashrah asked him.

"Uh... No, I suppose it wouldn't."

"Then why did you yell at it?"

"Uh... I, er, I... It's an instinct, OK?" he told her, hoping the demoness would buy it. If she did, she would believe humans are even more unusual than they already are.

"Do you know where it's going?" asked Kagura.

"Unfortunately, no. I got a look at the driver; I have no clue who he is. Though, he looks like one of Sonya's co-workers or something. Maybe they're heading to her house."

"But what if they're not?"

"Well, there is a slight chance he lives nearby."

"Do you even know where she lives?" Kagura asked him.

"Yes. I had to go there once."

"Why?"

"...I don't want to talk about it. Is there any more information on the Saibota?"

"You shouldn't have sex with someone who is under control of the Saibota."

"Why is that?"

Ashrah gave a sigh. "Because it feels so good... I mean, because it'll only make us crave more once our satiation has dissipated."

Liu nodded, all the while frowning inside at Ashrah's discomfort. He wished he could help her, satisfy her if only for a bit, but she had warned him about the consequences...

"Uh, Liu?"

"Yeah, Kagura?"

"Can't we, I dunno... Just teleport there?"

Yeah, Liu's naivety was starting to make him look like Shujinko. He facepalmed before quickly grabbing the two ladies and disappearing in a burst of flame...