Chapter 5 - Viruses, Cancer, Killer T

Her job is to satisfy all of the cells of the body, to make sure that they are relaxed and left without any unnecessary stress, so that they can perform their jobs without additional difficulties. That is the only job that the Free Use Cell has, and the only thing that she knows is pleasure. However, that can result in some complications when it comes to the various pathogens that invade the body.

After all, the only thing that she knows is pleasure, and even if attacking her does not put the rest of the body at significant risk, these pathogens are usually quick to figure out that they can use her for whatever they want, and, whether she wants to or not, she is always going to enjoy it. FUC does not want to love the way that viruses fuck her, as much as she does with cells, but at the end of the day, she is built to enjoy herself, and to make things as enjoyable as possible for anyone that may make use of her.

This means that she is often in very perilous situations, where she often has to be rescued. If an immune cell manages to get to her quickly enough, then nothing actually happens, but sometimes, they stumble upon quite the scene. Which is exactly the situation that one particular cell finds her in one day, a Killer T Cell that she has come to favor- though her kind is not supposed to have favorites- and who has come to favor her as well- even if he would never admit to something like that.

He finds her tangled up in tentacles, the virus keeping her completely restrained, arms behind her back and legs spread wide while he fucks her with a tentacle in both holds, pumping her full and moaning, unrestrained and greedy. She might be moaning as well, or she might be screaming out for help, but he has her mouth full as well, gagging her so that he can muffle any noises that she might make while he has his way with her. And he would have been undisturbed, if not for Killer T coincidentally happening upon the two of them.

For a moment, he is frozen in his tracks, watching the girl that he has come to know all too intimately writhe in the grasp of the enemy. It certainly does not look like she is thinking about crying for help. It looks like she is having the time of her life, eyes closed in ecstasy, even as she chokes on the tentacle being shoved down her throat. Despite himself, he is getting a little too into this, enjoying this all way too much, and he nearly stays right there, pants starting to strain, watching the two of them without making a sound, before he reminds himself that he has a job to do, that he needs to put a stop to this right away.

The change is instantaneous; all he has to do is clear his throat, and the virus is gone in an instant, abandoning his prey without a second thought, terrified to have been caught in the act. It will be no time at all before he is caught and dealt with, and Killer T leaves that work to the cells responsible for it, instead preferring to run to where FUC has collapsed to her knees, dazed and stunned.

One second, she is being fucked senseless, and the next she is on the ground, alone and agonizingly empty. She is lucky that this virus turned out to be a coward, one that scattered without trying to use her as a hostage, or something to that effect. Killer T should lecture her for being careless, for daring to enjoy the way a virus fucks her, and instead, he is helping to her feet only so that he can pin her to the wall. She doesn’t know any better; slut cells like her only know one thing, and she is not going to perk back up until she gets it.

That is why he fucks her against the wall, rest his face against her shoulder, too lost in it to think of anything to say to her. It has nothing to do with him being worried about her.

~X~

The common cell that has grabbed her and pulled her aside is a little rough with her, but she does not mind that. She is not used to this from his kind, but it does not bother her at all. She is used to this kind of treatment from Killer T, and it makes her think of him, to be bent over and to have her hair pulled as he fucks her from behind. In fact, if she were to try, she could imagine it being Killer T instead, but she is pretty sure that goes against the very nature of her job.

Everything about her particular attachment to that one cell goes against the nature of her job, but she does not think that it actually gets in the way of things. She still loves every cell that fucks her, every cell that she comes across, and she enjoys every second of it. It’s just that her mind wanders a lot more lately, and she probably loves him more than anyone else that she fucks.

Trying to get her mind off of things, she focuses on the common cell that is pulling her hair and using her, fucking her hard and fast, and she moans out, “That’s so good, I love you so much!”

“Do you, now?” he asks, and there is something off about his voice, something that she can’t quite place, her head too hazy with her lust. He does not slow down his pace even as he speaks to her, his cock absolutely merciless inside of her, making her squeak and moan for him. “Are you sure that you love me? Or are you just saying that because of what you think I am?”

“Huh?” she mumbles, not sure what he is trying to say to here. “What’s that mean?”

“Just shut up for a little bit,” is all he says in response, and she almost thinks that he sounds a little sad, but she does not look back at him and she does not ask questions. Her job is to make every cell in this body happy, to alleviate their stress with her body, and if he is sad, then the best thing that she can do is follow his orders while letting him use her until he is satisfied.

Facing away from him, she does not see the moment when he changes, when his disguise comes off and he reveals himself to be like no common cell that she has ever seen before. She does not get to see his true appearance until after he has come inside of her, leaning down to say, “We’ve been discovered, hate to cut this short. Thank you for your service.”

She does not get to see his true appearance until after he pulls out of her, turning to face the cells that have come to kill him with dignity, as if he were not, just seconds before, balls deep in the Free Use Cell, who is still dripping with his come, still so dazed that she does not realize the common cell that she just had so much fun with is actually a cancer cell.

~X~

Killer T Cell is even more rough with her than usual after that, and much rougher than the cancer was. He tells her over and over again how stupid she is while he fucks her face, and once he is done with that, he bends her over, just like the cancer did, but he pulls on her wrists instead, yanking her back and forth, hurting her and making her cry out in ecstasy, while he berates her for giving herself away so easily, even though they both know that this is just her job.

“You need to be more careful,” he keeps telling her, while she keeps telling him, between her cries of pain and cries of bliss, “You’re so good, I love you!"