Pink Scorch #2 - Action Preview · 4:18am March 5th
Pink Scorch stepped forth just as the beast, much like herself, took on a new form. Its body had a weird egg-shape with stout legs. When it turned to face her, four iridescent eyes glowered at her. It opened a ring-shaped mouth, revealing rows upon rows of teeth, and its tongue shot out.
She dodged it with a simple sidestep. “Whoa,” she said in a voice of two. “I’ve seen enough hentai to know where this is going.”
She zoomed up to it in a flash of bright pink and put her hoof to her chin. “So you a demon or something? Huh, not the first time I’ve fought one, but you’re a bit strange.”
It reeled its tongue in, and the ground shook.
GIVE ME PARASITE
“Hey, I wash my clothes at least once a month and shower when I remember to. If you want a parasite, then hire a hooker!”
FOOOL
She only had a split second to notice it. A tendril shot out from its chin and slapped her in the face, throwing her into a streetlight and denting it inward. The moment she hit the ground, it wrapped its tongue around her midriff.
It dragged her across the ground. Dazed, she looked into its mouth, slick with saliva. In that moment, there was only one thing on her mind.
Ahhh crap… I’m gonna get vored again, aren’t I?
It closed its mouth around her and chomped down. The moment its teeth made contact with her, her body dissipated into smoke and filtered out between its lips. Pink reformed in front of the monster, giving it her best tsundere stare.
“Ayy, lemme tell you something, we don’t fetish-eat people around here. Maybe in whatever hellpit you were born in it was okay, but people aren’t keen to that sort of depravity ‘ound these parts, ya hear? You got a fetish, it’s whatever. Do whatever weird shit you like in the sanctity of your own home, but shit like that is what gets you on the registry.”
The ground grumbled some more.
SILENCE
Another tendril arced downward. Pink leaped out of the way in time to avoid being crushed. The force was strong enough to leave a channel in the concrete.
“Oh right, we’re fighting. Guess I better join in.”
She dashed backward in a pink blur to put some distance between it, sprinted toward the thing at full speed. Just as she neared it, she slid between its legs to avoid the gaping sci-fi mouth. When she was beneath it, she slammed her forehoof into its stomach, launching the creature into the air.
She gave it no time to hit the ground. She zoomed upward in a diagonal direction and hit it again. She zoomed in another diagonal direction and hit it again. This went on in a zigzag, like the most dangerous game of keep-up she’d ever played. It was actually kind of fun.
Dashing upward one last time, she wrapped her hooves around its belly in a tight bear hug and threw it toward the ground full-force. The impact cracked the concrete beneath, a few cars in the vicinity hopping and their alarms going off.
Pink landed on top of it. She walked along its back, over its head, and hopped onto the ground. She turned back to it with a smirk. “Done with your tantrum?”
The ground rumbled again.
Before she could react, a tendril shot out from its body and slapped her across the street. She crashed through the windows of the convenience store, knocked down several shelves—merchandise flying everywhere—mashed through the glass door of the drink cooler, and finally slammed into a wall.
Pink raised her head, the world dancing in two dimensions. She wasn’t hurt. She was dizzy, but she was fine. Only, there was milk pouring on her head, and now Winter would be out of work until repairs were done. She wasn’t hurt. She was frustrated.
The demon hybrid rose to her hooves. Glass crunched as she stepped out of the cooler and over the rubble. She was about to exit through the door when something on the floor in front of the counter caught her eye.
Looking down, she saw the bottle of pepper spray. Pink wasn’t keen on ideas. She wasn’t the strategic type, more like the “punch something until it can’t punch back” type. However, she wanted all this to end as soon as possible, and as she stared down at the bottle the first inkling of something resembling an idea fermented.
She swiped it up and moved for the exit. The window was already broken, so she just walked through it. The monster was already prepared for her by the time she returned.
Coming as soon as the cover art is finished
