Chapter 2 - Killer T Cell, Dendritic Cell, Basophil, B Cell

Killer sees her again not long after that. It feels like a huge coincidence even though he knows that it isn’t. The two of them cross paths all the time, it’s just that before now he never paid her any mind, because he knew better than to get distracted, but now that he’s allowed himself a little bit of self-indulgence, now that he’s begun to understand her appeal, he notices her a lot more easily.

She is currently unoccupied, and the area is relatively empty for the time being, just a few cells wandering around here and there. If she’s looking for work, she’s going to have to keep moving, since there don’t appear to be any takers in the area. He’d almost feel sorry for her, wandering so aimlessly, if he didn’t already see no point in her job to begin with.

FUC looks up to smile at him as they pass, and he scowls at the ground. She should know better than to talk to him like they’re equals, she should know not to talk to him at all, not even after what happened between them, or especially after what happened between them. They both keep walking, neither saying a word until they have passed each other completely, heading in opposite directions.


“Just who do you think you’re staring at?!” he snaps, turning around once he realizes that she actually walked past him without saying a word.

“Excuse me?” she asks, turning around as well with a polite smile on her face.

“If you think something like that is gonna happen again, then you can just keep on dreaming! Just because all these other weaklings think they need you does not mean I’m going to stoop to their levels!”

“But why not?” she asks, cocking her head. There is no sarcasm or malice in her question- she asks it genuinely. “It’s just what I’m here to do. If you want to, then it’s completely natural.”

This irritates him even more; as if he needs a lecture about their job functions from someone like her! “If I want to, but you should know by now that I’m better than that.”

“I don’t think it’s a matter of being better than anything. If you change your mind, you can find me any time!” She gives him a warm smile, determined to keep pissing him off with her good attitude while he tries to pick a fight with her.

“I make it a habit to stay the hell away from slut cells like you,” he replies, surprised to see her perk up a bit when he insults her, as if she likes it or something. “I don’t need anything like that. Nobody does, it’s just an excuse to slack off, but especially not me.”

“I don’t know about that,” she replies all too easily. “It’s not my place to say things like this, but you seem pretty pent up to me. I can’t make you do anything, but I do think it would do you a lot of good. If not with me, I know a few others I could recommend, if you want?”

“Not you, huh?” Before he can stop himself, he’s closing in on her, and she follows his lead, backing up as he gets closer, until she is against the wall behind her. “What, all that tough talk and now you’re trying to pawn your work off on someone else? Now, you know I can’t just let that slide.”

“I-”

“And another thing,” he continues, reaching down to unfasten his pants as he speaks, “you were right about it not being your place to say things like that. It’s not your job to tell anyone what they need, only to give them what they need if they go for it. You’ve done a whole lot of talking and a whole lot of shit that isn’t your job, so don’t you think it’s time you shut up and get to work?”

Pinning her to the wall, it only takes one rough thrust and he’s buried inside of her, groaning with a relief that pisses him off more than anything that she has said. In his head, he doesn’t need anything like this, but his body always has other ideas. It’s just that up until yesterday, it’s been really easy to resist that, and now he finds himself fucking her against a wall, pretending like he’s teaching her a lesson when he really fell right into her trap.

The worst part is that she never even set a trap, was never aware of what she was doing to him, because her kind aren’t built to think like that. She has been nothing but genuine, and Killer knows that he only has himself to blame. Well, since he’s caved anyway, he might as well just enjoy it. Just this once.

“Thank you,” she whimpers, once again, all sincerity. Killer merely grunts in response, and doesn’t show any concern for the way her head sometimes bumps into the wall behind her because of how hard he is fucking her. She should be used to it by now,  he reasons, and he isn’t supposed to give a damn about her comfort.

Though he has spent a long time refraining from such indulgences, this and the previous incident were not firsts. Back when he was younger, back when he was still stupid, he and some of the other trainees would eagerly wait for some FUC to wander their way so that they could sneak away for some fun. He didn’t think himself too good for it back then, but again, he was young and stupid.

Helper certainly thought himself above it all, which only makes it all the more annoying that he can barely control himself anymore. For all his high and mighty talk, he sure can’t go a day without pulling FUC onto his lap and going to town right there at his desk, but she’s busy right now. Is he going to pick someone else to keep him busy, or is this one really so much of a favorite that he would go without if she didn’t find her way to him?

Something about that thought only spurs him on, gritting his teeth as he pounds into her, and the rougher he is with her, the more she moans for him. For him, because he stopped her before she could go any further, because he pushed her against the wall and didn’t let her get away. There is a certain power to that, and even though he still thinks, in the back of his mind, that a distraction like this is only a sign of weakness, those thoughts quickly fade into the background.

It’s over way too suddenly, and once it’s over, once he has the clarity to recall his earlier reservations, he pulls back from her suddenly. She stumbles, barely able to steady herself on her shaky legs, and he shoots her a look of disdain. “What, that’s all it takes?” he asks.

“It’s good,” she mumbles, smiling up at him, still breathless. “That was really good, you’re amazing.”

“Yeah, and you gotta say that to everyone, right? Or it feels the same to you either way since you’re just made to be fucked,” he says with a shrug. “Either way, it doesn’t mean a damn thing, so you don’t need to bother with flattering me.”

“I really do mean it, though,” she replies, and he scoffs. He knows better than to let himself get excited over something that he knows means nothing, and definitely knows better than to worry for even a second about the opinion of a slut cell.

~X~

“Hello there!”

When FUC hears a voice calling to her, she turns around to see Dendritic Cell, leaning out the window to wave at her. Often, when she passes by, he is so busy that he simply signals for her, once he catches her eye, and has no time to talk to her as she sucks him off while he goes about his work. Sometimes, he is too busy to even signal her, and she has to pass over him for the time being.

Today, he doesn’t seem to be very busy at all, and she hurries over to him so that he can let her in. He is a very polite cell, even when he doesn’t have time to talk to her, and there have been a few times that she’s had to remind him that he doesn’t have to apologize for that. They were both just doing their jobs, after all.

“Were you just passing through, or do you need something?” he asks, always willing to help even when he knows already that there’s only one thing that she needs, and that isn’t something she can ask for either way.

“Just passing through to see if you need anything,” she replies. “Do you?”

“Ah, you’re so good to me,” he says with a smile, even though she has done nothing special. Dendritic Cell tends to make such a big deal over these little things, but she likes that a lot about him.

FUC loves everyone that she comes into contact with, because that’s just in her nature, but she is still capable of developing opinions for herself beyond that, and she has always thought that Dendritic Cell was a pleasant person to be around. She doesn’t have favorites, and is discouraged from thinking more highly of anyone in particular when it comes to sex, but in terms of friendship, she isn’t sure if there are any particular rules.

He takes her against the wall, and she remembers Killer T Cell suddenly, the way he took her by surprise, shoving her and pinning her, and the way her head hurt for a little while after he had finished with her. It’s hard not to be proud of her achievement, getting him to give in after insisting that he didn’t need it, especially because she did nothing outside of her job description to convince him. It is important that she is appealing enough without trying, because, no matter what Killer may want to believe, his kind are supposed to use her kind.

Dendritic Cell does not shove her against the wall, simply using it to help support her as he pushes into her. He has no way of knowing when he might get a call, so he likes positions like this, that are easy for him to get out of in order to answer the phone. But even so, he never rushes things, taking his time to fuck her slow and sweet, as gentle as his usual demeanor.

Once he gets into it, losing himself in the rhythm of his thrusts, she is able to forget Killer again, glad to have something to distract her. She does not often dwell on any particular cell once she is done with them, because there is always so much work to be done, but there are always a few exceptions, especially those who pay special attention to her, like Helper has been lately. But right now is all about Dendritic, and she wraps her arms around his neck as he leans in to kiss hers, sucking lightly at her skin.

She whimpers, and he nips at her, not enough to hurt, just enough to graze the skin, bucking his hips into her all the while. Though he starts out slow, he steadily picks up the pace, yet remains gentle to the end, just like he always does. He is comfortable, another regular that she is fond of without allowing herself favorites.

Before she leaves, he always offers her tea, even though he knows that she doesn’t need any snacks or drinks. She accepts it to be polite, because he is so polite to her, and because he already gave her what she needed.

While the two of them talk over tea, a Red Blood Cell passing by, fresh off his delivery route, notices her through the window and stops by. He says that he doesn’t mind if she keeps talking, so she and Dendritic Cell are able to keep up her conversation even while the newcomer quickly fucks her over the table.

~X~

The next time she runs into Killer, he doesn’t say a word to her, just grabs her by the wrist and pulls her off to the side, pushing her to her knees. She doesn’t need him to tell her what to do, wrapping her lips around his large cock while he puts a hand on the back of her head, sighing and relaxing into it.

“You just can’t get enough of me, can you?” he asks. “What other reason would a slut cell have for getting in my way so much?”

Her mouth is already too full to make an argument anyway, but she wouldn’t even if she could. She knows that he knows it’s all coincidence that they ran into each other, and that he could have kept walking, like he always used to. He knows that he’s the one who can’t get enough, while she’s the one just doing her job, but he can say whatever she wants, and she will never disagree with him.

But at the same time, he isn’t even wrong. Her afternoon with Dendritic Cell was not the only time she caught herself thinking about Killer; he’s popped up in her thoughts a lot lately, and she’s excited to have him pull her aside to fuck her face. She doesn’t play favorites, but Killer is a lot of fun, because he’s big and because he’s rough, and because he can say one thing and mean another, and think that he’s playing it tough when his real feelings are written all over his face.

Or, at the very least, written all over the obvious bulge in his pants whenever he talks to her.
There isn’t much talking today, though. He comments on how pathetic she is, how needy she is, how desperate for this she was, but for the most part, he just grunts and sighs while he pulls her hair and pushes deeper into her mouth, down her throat. Of course she doesn’t gag, because this is exactly what she was built for, but there seems to be more frustration in his movements then, as if he is trying to see if he can make her gag like this.

If it’s possible, he doesn’t last long enough to find out, coming down her throat and yanking back with another low groan. She stays on her knees to make sure that he’s done with her, and he scoffs.

“Go on, don’t you have more work to do?” he asks. “Or were you really just out to bother me in particular today?”

“Thank you so much,” she says as she stands, beaming at him. He scowls and turns to walk away.

“Just don’t get used to it, slut cell,” he calls over his shoulder as he goes.

~X~

FUC stumbles as she walks, surprised by just how exhausted she is. This is the first time she has ever felt like this before, tired not from overworking herself, but from not getting to work at all. Of course she has heard about the effects of going without being used before, but since she is still new, and has been lucky so far, she has never experienced it firsthand.

But today has been nonstop action for the body, with most of the usuals either caught up in work or caught up in the panic, and every area with common cells that she has passed through has had no need for her. Another FUC had already gotten there, and every time, she’d kept walking, not wanting to intrude on anyone’s work by asking if she could help out with those waiting in line.

But now she is beginning to regret that, wondering if it might not have been better for her to at least try to get in the way. She hasn’t felt this uncontrollably horny since her first day, and even then, it had only been a few minutes before someone had grabbed her to show her the joys of her job. Today, no matter where she looks, there don’t seem to be any takers, and she begins to droop with each step, her exhaustion becoming almost unbearable.

It gets to a point that even walking is difficult, and she is so desperate for someone to do something, to at least touch her, that she can’t stand it. Masturbation can’t ward off starvation, but at the very least, it can make the symptoms seem a bit more manageable. Perhaps if she steps into an alleyway for a moment, she will be able to gather her thoughts, and come up with somewhere to go that she has not checked yet. In her current state, she can hardly think at all.

Stumbling into the next alley that she passes, she leans back against the wall and whimpers, squeezing her thighs together. This is getting really bad, if she doesn’t do something soon, then she isn’t going to last much longer. She reaches a trembling hand down, pressing it between her legs, but then she is startled by a voice coming from behind her.

“Such a tragedy it is, to wander aimlessly in search of purpose, a ship loosed from its mooring,” the man says, and she turns to face him, surprised. While he speaks, he draws closer to her, a hand already on his zipper. Relief washes over her as she realizes that she is saved. “And yet, what fortune that we two should cross paths in such a place, we who both serve to gain from the other’s carnal intentions.”

In addition to his strange style of speech, he has a strange appearance to match, with a jacket that’s hood stops just above his eyes, and fabric covering his mouth and most of his nose. He is almost entirely covered, and the hand not at his zipper holds an umbrella that he drops once he has his cock out.

He is a Basophil, and he turns her back around so that he is behind her again, pushing her forward. FUC follows suits, bending over for him, not minding any of his oddities because it means that she will not have to worry about starving anymore. Basophil reaches under her, placing a hand to her lips that he runs down her body slowly, continuing to speak while he does, but she has given up on trying to understand what he is saying. As long as he is happy, it doesn’t matter anyway.

She can’t help the loud, shameless cry when he hilts himself within her, so relieved to be filled again that everything else seems to fade away. He moves his hand back up, pressing a gloved finger past her lips, and she moans as she sucks on it. His hips move at a steady pace behind her, and she reflexively pushes back against him, grinding into his lap, her thoughts clouded with the lust that she has let build up. Any longer, and she may have gone completely feral, but she is glad that she wasn’t pushed to that point.

Though his monologue is interrupted and punctuated with low groans and sharp gasps, he never seems to run out of things to say, and never seems to say anything that makes a bit of sense. FUC likes him anyway and wants to thank him for saving her, wants to tell him that she loves him for it, but since his finger is still in her mouth, she just continues to moan in appreciation.

Her eyes drift closed as she lets the pleasure wash over her, losing herself in the satisfaction that comes from a job well done and the haze of her desire, overwhelmed by the magnitude of her need. She could stay like this forever, blissful and content to let Basophil pound her in the alley.

FUC is so distracted, and with her eyes closed, she does not notice anyone walking past the mouth of the alley and taking an interest in what is going on. She only opens her eyes when she hears, “Oh, cool, just what I needed! Mind if I join in?”

B Cell seems just as perplexed by Basophil’s answer of, “Without a one, there is two, and without one again, there is only one. Does it not make sense, then, to let purpose be multiplied?” But he pulls his finger from FUC’s mouth, which helps assist in the rough translation to the more the merrier.

“Thanks, I’ve been working nonstop today. I could seriously use a break,” B Cell says as he scratches the back of his neck, closing the distance between the three of them. FUC could not have asked for a better outcome, having gone from near-starvation to two cells using her at once.

“Just what I needed,” B echoes once he is in her mouth, relaxing immediately. His pace is lazy in comparison to the methodical way Basophil pushes in and out of her. The contrast is sharp, and the two of them don’t seem to work all that well in tandem, but FUC barely notices, now that she has something else to focus on.

She accidentally catches herself thinking about Killer in the moment, and how he grabs hold of her head and takes charge, while B seems content to give a lazy thrust now and then, but would much rather her do more of the work. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course, and she pushes Killer out of her mind again, bobbing her head on B Cell’s cock, happy to show him everything that she can do for him.

While Basophil delivers a mini-monologue as a means of warning her before he he finishes inside of her, B Cell settles for a half-thought out jokes about blasting her with antibodies, pulling out of her mouth so that he can “blast” her all over her face. She keeps her mouth open, hoping to swallow as much as she can.

Between the two of them, she has plenty of energy to go on now, and plenty to last her until things begin to calm down again and work is easier to come by. Straightening up, she bows for each of them to thank them, and B Cell says that it’s nothing she needs to thank him for, while Basophil continues to make absolutely no sense.

FUC leaves filled with gratitude, as well as fondness for both of  them, and all of their stark differences.

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