Oh No, My Water Bottle's Broken

Thud. Thud.

Twenty minutes of walking, following the path markers that had lit up the moment I stepped out of the motel. I'd covered a good five kilometers easy, and still no message telling me I'd arrived at Stage 1-1.

Good thing I grabbed the water bottle. Without her, I'd have died of boredom on this walk.

The one silver lining was that I'd seen a trek like this coming. I'd picked up a disposable water bottle from the motel before heading out. Whenever thirst struck, I'd slurp on her dangling tongue and top off my fluids. Whenever boredom crept in, I'd mash my cock against her descended cervix, shoving it back into place and savoring every twitch she gave me. Between the two, there was never a gap for my body to tire or my mind to go slack.

"Ah, I'm thirsty."

Grab.

"Ssshhk!!"

"Nnghhhmm♡♡♡"

Shluuurp♡ Shluuuck♡

"Whew. Refreshing."

"Nnhh…♡ Haa♡"

Back when we'd first left the motel for the opening stage, she'd put up a bit of a fight. Now the disposable water bottle was sticking her tongue out on her own, begging me to suck on it harder. I had no idea a face that cool and expressionless could turn this vulgar. Learned something new today.

Honestly, if this girl's pussy grade had been even a little higher, I'd have taken my foot off the gas and kept her around. Unfortunately, cheap, saggy tightness like hers wasn't remotely enough to get me off. Every so often the walls wrapped around my cock would twitch and clamp down on the dick I'd jammed in there for transport, and her cervix — melted like a vanilla soft-serve left out in midsummer — would slobber obscenely over my glans, begging for a load. That part was a little cute. Well. A water bottle that looks cute is still just a water bottle.

Yeah. I'll settle for that much, for now.

And so, sucking diligently on my water bottle as I went, I strolled through the heart of the Ruined City for four hours.

$#@###@@###!!!

$#$@#@###!!!

"!"

Following the blue light that marked the way to the first stage, I started picking up the voices of more female combatants in the distance.

Schlick♡♡!! Schlick♡♡!!

"Hau♡ hau♡"

Did she still have some sense of camaraderie left, even in a situation like this? Every time I picked up the pace, my cock lurched up and down inside her, and she squeezed down hard with those wriggling pussy lips, running a full sabotage operation to keep me from reaching the stage. Ah, of course, it didn't work. Like hell a grip that had only gotten looser on the walk over was going to slow me down.

"Don't get cocky."

Shove♡!!

"Ogoook♡??"

"Suck on my fingers while I get a read on the situation. And keep quiet."

She'd picked a fight with me on her own terms, declared her own cheap-pussy climax defeat, and then started moaning loud enough to wake the dead. I plugged her tongue-straw with three fingers, ducked into a nearby building, and started carefully confirming whether the source of the noise was actually the first stage.

"…Hey, quit fucking and get over here already? Process these human corpses first, THEN have your fun!!"

"Haaang♡ It feels so good♡"

"Ugh, that cock-crazed bitch. Hey, you lot start cleaning up over there. Incinerate the bodies already and regroup with the main unit."

"When are those girls who went out on recon coming back?"

"How should I know? They're probably off catching some guy and fucking him again, right?"

A good twenty combatants were clustered there, all of them wearing the same high-leg latex as the two onaholes who'd gone hunting for my cock earlier — and as the water bottle currently skewered on it. Some of them were violating the poor, innocent men they'd found in the ruined city. The rest were falling back while they incinerated the corpses of civilians they'd already killed, flamethrowers roaring.

It was identical to the Stage 1-1 backdrop I'd seen in the game.

Almost like it had read my mind. A quest-clear notification popped up at the perfect moment, along with a freshly unlocked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠quest. The order to clear Stage 1-1 poured a new kind of will straight into the cock still buried in my water bottle.

Alright. Clear the stage, and pick up a decent onahole to replace this worn-out bottle while I'm at it.

This time I was going to get my hands on a real onahole — one with an actual pussy grade, not some cheap water bottle that only ever produced water. I started toward the noisy pack of Female Clones in the distance, a spring in my step.

Hmm. Truly a perfect plan. Thanks, Imaginary Busty Explainer Lady.

Before properly entering the stage, the Imaginary Busty Explainer Lady and I sat down together and laid out my code of conduct — plus a flawless plan for a perfect stage clear. I wasn't some boring, no-fun saint of justice, so there'd be no pointless hostage rescues. All twenty of the girls I could see looked like used pussy anyway, so I promised myself I'd run a thorough quality inspection before picking a disposable onahole.

The plan: go in quiet, stealth movement, knock down everything I saw. If I got spotted, treat it like a light workout and cheerfully smash through Stage 1-1.

Mm-hmm. Truly, a perfect set of precautions.

I thought it over again and still couldn't find a flaw. Anyway. For step one — stealth movement — I started to pull one of the fingers plugging the water bottle's throat-pussy.

Hwooo♡

A bright, clean peppermint scent bloomed off my saliva-slick fingers and hit me right in the nose.

"Blehhh……♡"

At the same time, from the mouth I'd just unblocked, a faint string of drool spilled over her lip. Her limp tongue hung out toward me — the strong male standing right in front of her — like she was begging to be sucked on some more.

Feels like a bit of a waste to toss her here. The water did taste good, I'll give her that.

An expressionless girl impaled on a cock, pulling ahegao faces — that never stops being hot, no matter how many times you see it. The water was good too. If I'd picked her up in a mid-game stage, I wouldn't have just killed her outright. I'd have chosen some other method of execution and at least used her as a tissue substitute for wiping off semen. But what can you do. If I wanted to get my hands on better pussy, a sacrifice like this was the price of admission.

"Ahe♡ ahe♡♡"

"Oh."

Still, the way she squeezed down hard and flicked her tongue toward my mouth, like she was pleading with me not to throw her away, was plenty hot. I decided to suck down one last drink before I ditched her.

Shlurrk……♡

Shluuuck♡♡

"Nngmm♡ heuungh♡♡"

I drank her saliva one more time and shoved my tongue in rough, and by now she kissed back like it was the most natural thing in the world, her tongue rummaging around inside my mouth. A few hours. That was all it had taken to break the cool, expressionless girl down this far.

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I'll miss you. Just a tiny bit. Farewell, water bottle!

"Kyaaau……♡♡"

The moment our last thick, sticky hydration session ended, I pulled her wasp waist into a hard embrace, a theatrical hint of regret glistening at the corners of my eyes —

CRACK!!

— and helpfully disassembled her long, previously well-connected spine into two separate pieces.

"KYAAUUK♡♡"

"Oh. Ohhh??"

Squeeeeeze♡♡

In that instant, with a last convulsing death-cry, the water bottle's pussy clamped down with everything it had. Was this that terminal lucidity thing people talk about?

"H-huh. This actually feels pretty good?"

The springy, sticky writhing of her walls was so much more satisfying than I'd expected that I thought I might finally cum for the first time since possessing this body. And then —

"……♡"

"Ah?"

Just like the rest of her, gone limp with an ahegao frozen on her face, her pussy lost all its grip and melted into mush.

Tch. Could've held on a little longer. Shame.

Clicking my tongue at that nasty, interrupted-mid-shit feeling, I pulled my cock out of the water bottle's slack pussy and dumped her broken-waisted corpse on the ground.

Schliiiick♡

Unlike her refreshing peppermint saliva, my cock came into the world soaked in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠love juice as sweet and sticky as syrup — out in the open for the first time in hours. I'd spent all that time exploring the inside of a pussy and still hadn't managed to cum, thanks to that unsatisfying grip, and my twitching glans looked like it was lodging a formal complaint.

Heh. Don't get so impatient, my boy.

A whole crop of new onahole candidates was standing right there in front of us, wasn't it? Time to start the first battle — the one that would find me a new onahole, and a new water bottle.

Schlick!!♡

Schlick!!♡

"Haaang♡ Cock feels so good♡♡"

"Nngh, please stop. I-I have a wife I love. Please, don't do this…"

"Hah?"

SLAP!!

"Who the hell does a pathetic human male think he is, running his mouth?"

"Ghhk…"

"You just shut your trap, get that halfway-decent cock hard, and serve as my dildo. Got it?"

"Nngh-hhk…"

"Hauuu… I'm really gonna cum…♡ I'm cummiiing♡!!!"

"Don't even need a quality inspection. Defective product — disqualified."

"…Eh?"

CRACK!!!

As the opening salute to this sacred battle, I started with the defective product currently straddling a captured hostage, madly shaking that wasp waist of hers — and folded her thin neck a clean ninety degrees.

"Uggehk?!♡"

With a bizarre little moan, the onahole collapsed, smearing her bloated fat-sacks across the nameless man's scrawny pecs. Judging by the way she'd been furiously mating right in front of me, her pussy quality was F-rank on a generous day. Not hot. Not a waste.

Loose-pussy bitch: CUT!

The ceremonial cannon shot announcing the start of the farming session had gone up without a hitch. I briefly considered saving the nameless male who'd been getting his ass kicked by a worthless female onahole, lying under her pussy and sniveling — but then:

"Ohohk?? I-I'm cummiiing!! Honey, I'm sorryyy!!"

In the split second her neck snapped, he apparently couldn't withstand the spiderweb clamp of the clone's pussy. With a face too pathetic to even qualify as shameful, he was already dumping thick ropes of semen, splash after splash, into the clone's Artificial Uterus.

…Ugh. Pathetic.

The guy's got a loving wife, and he couldn't even hold out on the power of love and justice. Instead he dumps a load of what you'd call "true-love semen" — the crystallization of love itself — into a womb wrapped in that cheap, saggy pussy? Sorry to the wife waiting for him, but a sorry male like that has no business leaving his genes in this world.

Not even worth saving. As a fellow male, I'm embarrassed.

I let out a sigh loaded with disappointment and contempt, and turned my head —

"Hey, is it really so good you have to scream like that? Wrap it up already, we've still got to incinerate—"

— and onahole candidate number two, the one who'd been chewing out this defective Female Clone a moment ago, was right there to greet me.

"Hey. The hell do you think you're doing. Don't you move!!"

The second she saw her comrade's corpse, neck snapped ninety degrees, a look of rapture still frozen on the dead girl's face, she hurriedly pulled a pistol from between the tits wrapped in her latex high-leg and leveled it at me. A blonde with twintails. Onahole candidate number two. Wow. Pointing a "pistol" that threatening at me, right in my face. And with a pistol that had just come out from between those plump breasts, no less.

Truly threatening.

I felt such an enormous threat to my life from that tiny little pistol that I just couldn't help but……

"Don't get ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠any funny ideas. Slow down and get on your knees, that'd be bes—"

SCHLICK!!!♡♡

"Hauuk???♡♡"

I just couldn't help but flash-step, in a single instant, right into the onahole's face, seize that throat as slender as a wasp's waist, and shove my fingers — still faintly scented with the previous water bottle's mint — right into the plump pussy faintly visible through her skin-tight latex high-leg.

"Hyeek♡!? Hiiit♡!!"

Fwoosh♡♡

Fwoooosh♡♡

I hadn't even moved my fingers yet, and onahole candidate number two came twice without my permission — without the permission of a magnificent male. The love juice spraying from her pussy was sticky enough to be decently obscene. The way her hips tried to roll up and down on instinct wasn't bad either. The nape of her neck, visible past hair that had gone charmingly askew, and the lavender body-scent drifting up from her cleavage were both sweetly, strangely appealing. But.

"Ah. Everything else is fine. The grip's just way too lacking…"

The most important thing — pussy tightness, a.k.a. her "pussy grade" — was, once again, far too low. As a car air freshener you could pick up at the dollar store for three bucks, she wasn't a bad option to hang up, use, and toss. As an onahole, she ranked well below the water bottle I'd already ditched in the tutorial.

"Heeek♡ heeeek♡♡"

Hmm. I still hadn't fully cleared the stage. She wasn't an onahole, and she wasn't a water bottle I actually needed to survive. Did I really need to keep a halfway-decent air freshener alive?

"Okay. You're disqualified too."

CRACK!!

"Ghk…♡"

Having completed a perfectly reasonable cost-benefit analysis, I folded the disposable dollar-store air freshener's wasp waist neatly in half.

"Alright, alright. Light warm-up's over… about time you started gathering up one by one, no?"

After cleaning up those two low-grade onaholes, I was doing a little stretching to get ready for the real farming — and behind me, the voices I'd been craning my neck waiting for finally started drifting in, one after another. Sultry voices, thick with the smell of female pussy.

"You there, male! You'd better not move."

"Those stupid bitches. That's why you enjoy yourselves while keeping an eye on your surroundings."

"But this male… he's pretty high-grade, isn't he? The boss would love him."

"Of course, we'll have a little taste ourselves before we bring him in♡"

Four new onahole candidates, dressed in the same slutty latex getup as the ones I'd just so refreshingly disposed of, were slowly closing in.

Alright then. Time for some real onahole farming. Shall we begin?