Starting a New Life (Call of Duty: Zombies)

Starting a New Life (Call of Duty: Zombies)

A/N: Starting a New Life was a commissioned one-shot from back in April of 2020. Posting it up now for people to enjoy!

Summary: Marlton and Misty finally get a chance to act on their mutual crush...

Themes: Rough Sex, Dom/Sub, Breeding

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They were due for a lucky break... which was why Marlton Johnson didn't truly trust it. There was no such thing as a lucky break in the new world that they'd found themselves in. Only one bad turn after another, as evidenced by how this day had started out in the first place. Their little four man squad of survivors had been traveling around for a while at this point, killing zombies and riding around in a bus, only stopping for fuel and supplies when it became absolutely necessary.

It was him, Stuhlinger, Russman, and Misty. The four of them couldn't be more different from one another, but when the entire world has gone tits up and the only alternative is to lay down and die... well, the apocalypse makes for strange bed fellows, to be sure. All the same, they'd been surviving for a time... together.

Unfortunately, Marlton was pretty sure that state of affairs was over and done with now. During a particularly nasty zombie attack, he and Misty had been up on the roof of the bus, trying to clear the area. That didn't quite work out though, and the worst had come to pass... they'd fallen off of the bus, left behind in the middle of a misty field. Though, Marlton could admit that it wasn't necessarily the worst that could have happened. The worst was he or Misty or both of them dying.

That hadn't happened yet, surprisingly enough. The two of them, riding high on adrenaline, had been back on their feet in no time and managed to fight their way out, killing quite a number of zombies before making their way to what looked to be a family's hunting cabin. They'd barricaded themselves inside, and so far, it didn't look like the zombies had followed them here... but that didn't mean Marlton was satisfied with their safety.

He was currently scouting out the upstairs of the cabin, making sure every room was empty and clean. So far, so good... but there was still downstairs, where Misty had gone to check. Frowning, Marlton begins to head back to the ground floor, intending to go check on her, only to find the brunette bombshell coming up with a wide grin on her face.

Not for the first time, Marlton finds himself with a mighty need to adjust... down there, while being unable to do so in the presence of a lady. Though he knew if he called Misty as much, she'd tell him she 'ain't no lady'. Abigail 'Misty' Briarton was a farmgirl, through and through. She was also a former bartender, from what Marlton had learned from their talks together.

Wearing a red flannel shirt tied in the front over a black bra, her midriff fully exposed and quite a lot of cleavage constantly offering the temptation of drawing the eye, she was gorgeous to be sure. And that was just her top half. Below the waist, she had a belt with magazine pouches, a pair of ripped and faded jeans, and brown combat boots that rise to halfway up her shins. When she was turned around, one could see how those faded jeans hugged her gorgeous derriere in a way that made watching her walk away just as enjoyable as seeing her walk up.

Along with the smattering of freckles across her cheeks, Misty was the complete package, no doubt about it. She was a drop-dead gorgeous farmgirl, and way out of his league, as far as he was concerned. Even if she constantly teased him all the time. Still, at least one of them had to keep things professional.

"Upstairs is clear. What about downstairs?"

Misty's grin grows wider as they move into the kitchen, placing their heavy guns down on the table for the moment.

"Clear... and you're not gonna believe this Marly, but there's enough untouched supplies down in the basement to last the two of us years, if we use it wisely~"

Marlton's eyes widen at that, and part of him wants to go see for himself right away, because it's true, he's having a hard time believing it. Misty chuckles when he turns and immediately heads for the basement door, following behind him as he throws it open and takes the stairs two at a time. If she's fucking with him...Cheêck out latest novels at novelhall.com

But no, Misty is telling the truth. The basement is stocked like one of those goddamn apocalypse bunkers, the family who owned the place must have been survival nuts or something... though obviously they hadn't seen the writing on the wall in time to make it out here and make use of this stuff. Almost afraid to look, Marlton nevertheless pushes him forward and begins checking dates.

... Misty is right, the stuff down here is good for a long, long time... and the sheer amount of it would sustain the two of them for all of that time. Perhaps even long enough to find a way to get a garden going, so they could grow their own stuff and sustain themselves. Misty would probably know more about that then him though, being the farmgirl that she is.

"This... this is amazing..."

SMACK!

Marlton jolts as he suddenly experiences a grope of his ass, the farmgirl he's been secretly crushing on for a while now smacking his backside and then giving it a good squeeze as she growls in his ear.

"Damn right it is, Marly."

For a moment, his heartrate speeds up... and then she's pulling away, the teasing bombshell chuckling to herself as she heads back upstairs again. Marlton stands there frozen for a moment... and then begins to move. Misty has been making flirtatious comments for ages now. Marlton couldn't say for sure when it had begun, but somewhere along their journey together, Misty had begun to make these teasing comments.

He'd always figured she directed them at him because he was the nerdy one of the group. He dressed like a nerd anyways, and before all of this, he had certainly felt like a nerd in every way that counted. Of course, he couldn't exactly continue to be a scared-y cat who'd never touched a gun in his life when there were zombies involved. It'd been do or die, and so far, Marlton had managed a whole lot of doing and not a lot of dying... yet.

But even still, when you looked at their little foursome of survivors, he was still the undeniable nerd of the group. That was why Misty had decided it was okay to tease him, or so he thought. Because she knew he wouldn't ever act on his impulses, perhaps? Or so she thought... because after the day he's had, after all the stress, the fear of death by zombies feasting on their flesh, and just... everything else, that last bit of flirting had finally succeeded in driving Marlton over the edge.

He takes the stairs two at a time going up as well and catches Misty in the middle of the hallway. Grabbing her by the arm, he barely gives her a second to react before he's spinning her around, pushing her back up against the wall, and kissing her heatedly. He's lucky they left their guns in the kitchen, because if something grabs you these days, the first instinct is to always shoot it... but he's also very aware that Misty has a knife on her belt.

If she goes for it, he won't stop her. If she guts him right here and now for taking such liberties with her... that's alright too. He's ready for death, after everything... especially if that death comes as a result of finally taking a little of what he's wanted for so long. Only... Misty doesn't stab him. She doesn't gut him like a fish with the nasty knife sheathed at her waist. Her eyes widen in surprise as he kisses her heatedly... and then she's kissing him right back.

They're kissing each other, Marlton realizes after a moment. Their lips are smashing together, their tongues are wrestling for dominance (and somehow, he's winning) and rather than reaching for her knife, Misty has her arms around Marlton's neck, pulling him in closer as she moans into his mouth. Spurred on by all of this, Marlton escalates matters.

Reaching up between them, he grabs the front of Misty's top and does what he's fantasized about doing more times than he can count. He tears the tied-off red flannel shirt from her body, along with the bra she has underneath it as well. Misty reacts negatively for the first time to that, letting out a light gasp and pouting as they draw apart for a moment.

"You know that was my only shirt and bra, Marlton."

This really was an excellent find, to say the least. With all of those supplies in the basement, they won't have to leave their love nest for quite a while. Maybe not ever, if Misty has anything to say about it. What she wouldn't give to be able to spend the rest of her life being Marlton's fuck toy, what she wouldn't put up with in order to just stay at his side with that big fat cock of his drilling her day in and day out.

It'll probably come to an end eventually, all good things do in this post-apocalyptic hell world, but for now Misty is quite enjoying their new situation. It's as she's daydreaming about how to make things last forever that Marlton returns. He's brought a lot of food with her, and Misty sits up on the bed, eager to eat... only to be taken aback when she sees him place the food on the nightstand off to the side, rather than giving it to her.

When he turns back to her and she sees the hungry look in his eyes that has nothing to do with the sort of hunger that can be satisfied by food, Misty realizes she's about to be put upon again by her new, domineering lover... and a wide, wicked grin of anticipation spreads across her face as she spreads herself for him, welcoming him with open arms and open legs. Breakfast... can wait.

Soon enough, the cabin is filled once more with the sounds of a woman's moans and screams of ecstasy, a man's grunts and groans, and flesh slapping against flesh as a big fat cock buries itself in a tight, needy cunt again and again, the two lovers working their way towards yet another creampie for dear Misty.

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"Oi, found a way in, up on the roof!"

Grunting, Stuhlinger moves to climb up on the roof alongside Russman. It had taken the two of them months to find this place, months in which they'd spent fruitlessly searching the area whenever they weren't being attacked by zombies. The two men had gotten rather low on supplies as a result, but since they'd only been foraging for two instead of four, they'd managed.

Still, they'd had their fair share of close calls and what not, and even though Stuhlinger didn't think much of Misty (and the feeling was reciprocated by the farmgirl) they'd ultimately decided that four was better than two. Sure, it was four mouths to feed instead of two, but it was also four pairs of hands holding guns, and four sets of eyes watching each other's backs.

Of course, now that they'd found this place, if this really was where Misty and Marlton had retreated to, they could sort of understand why the two hadn't left yet. That was a big if, of course, there was always the chance that the pair were already dead and had been dead since that first night when they'd fallen off the bus in the midst of that zombie attack and Stuhlinger had refused to turn back for them.

Getting into the cabin from the roof access, which seemed to be the only way into the place, which was locked up tighter than Fort Knox, Stuhlinger and Russman share a look as one of the first things they hear is the animalistic cry of a woman upstairs with them. Moving down the hallway carefully, guns in hand, ready to put down a zombie or two if that's what it is... the two turn into the open door of a bedroom, only to stop dead in their tracks, flabbergasted by what they see.

Marlton, the geekiest, nerdiest guy of their little group of four, hands down... is railing into Misty from behind, fucking Abigail Briarton from behind like a machine, plowing into her with a hefty, sizable cock that leaves both of the men feeling inadequate in return. Even for all that he dislikes Misty, Stuhlinger can agree with Russman on one thing... the brunette bombshell was hotter than most any other woman they'd seen even before the zombie outbreak happened. Now though... now she's visibly pregnant.

The two of them are fucking doggystyle, giving Stuhlinger and Russman a decent side profile of their fornication, though neither has noticed the two older men watching quite yet. Misty's tits are bigger than ever before, obviously having grown from the pregnancy, while she's got a growing belly, at least a few months along by this point. It's obvious that she and Marlton have been very busy since they last saw each other.

The couple pays them no mind, seemingly lost in their own little world. That doesn't stop the two men from hearing what Marlton coos into Misty's ear as he fucks her so very hard, plowing her nonstop with his massive member.

"I'm not going to stop until we've had at least six kids, slut. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Helping me repopulate the earth, popping out one brat at a time as my baby mama and breeder."

Stuhlinger and Russman can only watch in mute silence as this causes Misty, angry, strong, independent Misty, to cum explosively and seemingly take Marlton along with her, if his sudden cessation of thrusting and his loud groaning are anything to go by. In one interaction, the couple's debauched, somewhat depraved relationship is outlined before the two men... and as Stuhlinger and Russman exchange a look, Russman grabs the other man by the arm and pulls him back, out of the doorway and down the hall.

They climb back up through the roof access in mute silence, closing and latching it up securely before climbing back off the roof and heading back for the bus. Though, they don't quite get out of the house before they hear Misty say one last thing in the afterglow of the two lovebird's mutual climax.

"I'm so happy being your sex pet, sir. I'm yours for as long as I live, and I'll pop out as many kids as you demand of me... because I belong to you... I always have."

Neither Stuhlinger or Russman say a word to each other about what they've seen, as they engage the bus and drive away from the secure cabin. Neither man is necessarily an evil man... but they have their vices and their limits, like any red-blooded male does. After watching that interaction between the two lovers, both know they can't stick around and put themselves in the middle of it.

For one, while Marlton would likely welcome them out of a misplaced sense of kindness, duty, and shared camaraderie, both Stuhlinger and Russman know Misty has a dark side. Neither wants to wake up in the middle of the night with the pregnant farmgirl holding a knife to their throat, having decided they were less important to keep fed then her coming crop of children.

In the end, deep down inside, both men know that they wouldn't be able to stomach being around Misty and Marlton for too long even without the pregnancy bit, even if they were back on the road in the bus, rather than staying cooped up with the two in the hunting cabin. They'd thought it was bad enough when the smoking hot brunette had refused to flirt with them or even give them the time of day, spending all of her time teasing the nerd of the group who didn't even seem to recognize he had the amorous interest of possibly the most beautiful living breathing woman left in the world.

But now that they'd seen the two of them together, the pair of men understood that Marlton being in on it and all lovey dovey with Misty made it a thousand times worse. Stuhlinger and Russman had to leave, because the other option was snapping and becoming the sort of men neither wanted to become, killing Marlton, and taking Misty to share between themselves. That way led madness... and they'd rather fight their way through hell and kill as many zombies as they possibly could with just the two of them then become those sorts of men.

Hell, perhaps they could use the bus to continue leading the zombies away from Misty and Marlton's little love shack. Perhaps, before they died, they could do their part in ridding this small patch of the world of as many zombies as possible, so that the future family Marlton and Misty were building together would have a chance to grow and expand... and eventually, live rather than just survive.

It's a noble sentiment, and it's what the two men latch onto, now that their own chances at the gorgeous Abigail 'Misty' Briarton are well and truly shot through.

Meanwhile, back in the cabin, Misty groans as Marlton begins to fuck her yet again, his lust for her body insatiable, his desire to plow her silly multiple times a day unstoppable. She loves every moment of it though, and happily submits to her beloved husband and lord. She's finally found a man to just give her everything to, a man who will cherish her and care for her, and in turn she can be his loving, dutiful pet-wife for the rest of her days.

Perhaps it's not the traditional love story, perhaps it's not what anyone would consider a 'normal' romance... but the world is gone, burnt to a crisp in nuclear fire and now covered in radioactive zombies. Normal is done for, and the only traditions left are the ones that Misty and Marlton create for themselves.

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