Naomi had felt that she would not gain respect unless she were to take it herself, regardless of how forcibly she needed to do so. She had not even reached first orgasm yet when he asked: "Can we do anal? I-I don't want to accidentally get you pregnant."
Naomi glanced down. "Yeah, sure." She stood up, unzipped the rest of her tracksuit, shaking it down past her hips. She turned around with a stone cock that made him blush. "Face down, ass up."
"I-I - n-no, I meant... that you would..."
"Me? Why? You're the one with a prostate."
"What's a prostate?"
"Why do I know more about your genitals than you do mine?" Naomi sighed. "It's a pleasure gland in your ass. I don't have one."
He glanced down. "…okay, I guess that's a good point." He turned over. "Okay, but can you at least make the stone smooth?"
Naomi blinked as he assumed the position. "I... uh... that's not..." Her tablet vibrated and she dressed before even looking at it. "Revenant. Gotta go. Have a nice day." She dissipated her rockhard cock and left, wearing her shirt that said: ALL MY FRIENDS ARE GAY AND PRO-ABORTION.
She was quick to reach the plague-infested city and sighed as she stepped into the avenue, claimed by a vast blooded swamp. Carcasses of cars and lampposts were strewn across the mire, at the far end of which she saw a swirling throne of bubonic corpses and a maiden praying atop it. The swamp was continuing to infect the buildings it had not yet claimed, so Naomi presumed she would need to traverse it in some way. Stone encased her legs as Avalanche's enormous left arm formed.
Tentatively, she fired a stone bullet into the swamp and found it barely a foot deep, undamaging but slowing of her projectile. No time to waste, she veered left as close as she could get to a nearby building, forming a ramp underneath herself as she rushed up & over the swamp, and as she took a single bound over it -
- a wave of small creatures shot up from the muck and onto her legs, grabbing and yanking her down; she landed with a stomp that reduced whatever had grabbed her into broken chunks, yet stood now in the swamp and her speed slowed as she trudged forward in the blooded mire. She felt creatures of many fingers & unmolded faces within the swamp wash past her, then uproot from the swamp but not yet move.
She glanced back: what appeared to be bloodied fetuses were rising out of the swamp.
The maiden crooned far ahead. "Surely you will not harm the children of the swamp-"
A stone arm rose from the swamp, picked up one monstrous fetus up, snapped its neck and threw it back into the blood as Naomi sneered. "You think this is the first fetus I've killed?"
Her stone arm raised as she turned to face the wave of bloodied fetuses rushing towards her, and she shouted for Avalanche as their blooded bodies leaped out and their maws opened to greet her, their tongues shooting out towards her -
- but a flying disc of stone caught their stones and sent them swinging back; a second disc sliced them headless and sent their bodies falling, and as Naomi rushed at them, four stone walls formed a womb and compressed them into a solid tower of discarded parts; she readied to leap upon it and out of the bog -
- but the next scene was instant. The swamp itself shifted and formed a vacuum underneath the tower of its fetii, crumbling her stone inner walls and slurping every last unwanted child into the drunk; she sighed as she turned, knowing the contraceptive value of oral & swallowing well as she began her trudge to the maiden again, eyes awaiting another opportunity to gain faster ground on her foe still far ahead.
Around her there arose many of these personality-less creatures rushing towards her, seeking to avenge their aborted never-brothers; she caught one up in her flesh right and slammed it back into a jellyfish blood clot with her stone left, smacking the others back into a particularly heavy flow, yet a ninth leaped upon her back and a stream of its bile hit her ear -
- but a stone headphone formed over it -
- yet the bile fully penetrated the aural barrier and took half of her ear with it, flaying her skin in thin chunks until a stone spear erupt from her back and impaled the fetus away. Ahead, she saw the clots of fetii swim towards each other, combining to form a far larger son whose adult-sized fist shot towards her -
- but Avalanche's palm sufficed to grip and block it midpunch with barely any effort.
"Fucking really?" Naomi groaned, easily craning its puny baby strength back; she felt a set of spikes grow from its palm and latch the two together, and saw another generation of fetuses being birthed all around her; she could not move as their corrosive bile all shot towards her in thick salty strands -
- but her flesh fingers snapped and a wave of diatomaceous earth erupted out from her, the porous material absorbing every last drop of liquid. With a grunt and a wrench of Avalanche's arm she tore the fat baby's arm clear off, leaping onto its head and propelling herself off with the momentum of her stomp; a stone pole formed midair for her to grip and she propelled herself towards the carcass of a car in the swamp ahead.
Midair, a stone hand ripped off its hood and threw it into her path; she landed on it with a stagger but no fall, one kick sending it spinning rapidly forward across the drink, steadying herself as more fetal hands & fingers (but no heartbeats until 17-20 weeks) attempted to grab her from below. The pressure of the swamp grew and the viscosity rose, a fence of many blooded fingers arising ahead to block her surf.
"Time for Plan B." She sighed and aimed Avalanche's palm at the side of the hood opposite her own; a boulder shot out that catapulted her up & onto the outer wall of the surviving building, landing with a wall-run as stone cleats formed.
As she wall-ran she felt something latched upon her leg and glanced down; a fetus had grabbed onto her before she took flight, and as she tried to pull it off, it locked its legs tightly and would not let her pull out, crawling up her thigh to attempt to reenter its former home -
- but life ended at conception as a maw of many stone teeth shot out and ripped it to shreds, retreating back within once it's abortifacient purpose was done and she kept her rush going along the wall.
As she ran she saw the infection of the swamp rising up the wall. More fetuses than would be appropriate for even a Catholic family were being birthed below, their long tongues shooting out and forming a row of tripwires ahead of her step; if she did not deal with them she would be entangled in seconds. She shouted for Avalanche as a stone machete burst from the wall ahead and swept to slice apart their wagging tongues; but the web was too tangled for the blade to penetrate; a few severed tongues fell but the remaining appendages ripped apart her blade, and she was only a few feet away when a stream of bile shot at her from below -
- but the next scene was instant. A stone hand burst out of the wall with wires in-hand, a second gripping the tongues and tying them off like a newborn bouquet; when she tapped the tongues with the wires she allowed Avalanche's aura to up the voltage into the millions and it charred the tongues into a pile of ashes below her rushing feet.
She knew she could not stay for long as she felt the swamp's infection fully claim the base of the building, churning, ripping apart at it like she had once asked Serena to do with what had been growing in her uterus; her sacrilegious thoughts were interrupted by the building collapsing and crumbling, and as the outer wall fell with the thoughts of her inner -
- a series of stone pillars burst out and supported the chunks of rubble like a disparate series of platforms, and she leaped & rushed & leaped & leaped again, the maiden growing in her sight as she continued platforming. She leaped ahead to the next, yet an enormous gust of bile dissolved the platform before she could land; a boulder shot out of her stone arm and a stone hook followed it, reconnecting with her young as she sailed over to the next building.
More jets of bile shot at her from below, but no weapon formed against her could prosper; she landed with one boot on the outer wall of an unclaimed building, then stomped with such force that the building shot one way and herself another, sailing across the swamp to another unclaimed building and keeping her wall-run going there.
She kept her rush for a few moments, then stomped again; the momentum sent her back to the swamp to land upon another floating car, the army of fetuses behind her momentarily confused by her sudden relocation. No time to waste, she slammed her stone arm into the car and ripped out its gas tank; another grab & kick at the hood sent her spinning forward across the swamp like before, the growing viscosity of blood slowing her surf but with the maiden now only a hundred feet ahead.
She dropped a pebble into the gas tank, sealed it, then stabbed a miniscule hole in it; she squeezed and emit a jet of gasoline ahead, firing a second pebble at the first to set it alight and the spermicidal fluid cleared the path for her ahead as she leapt off the hood. The blood of the swamp rushed to erect itself again as she continued her run, but a stone condom formed and prevent any insemination of her impregnable walls, hearing the wail of fetuses that caused her to promise herself she would never ever fucking become a mother as she kept her rush going.
The maiden was still sat atop her throne of corpses 50ft away, her progeny still attempting to Cesarean section Naomi out of those tight walls. The ground was fertile with corpses & embryos & stem cells, and as Naomi came within 30ft of the maiden, a heavily-armored knight arose out of the corpses and blocked her path.
"I shall let no harm come to dearest Astraea. May you rot in the deepest depths of this swamp."
"Depths? It's like six inches, dude. I've fucked guys bigger than this swamp."
He raised his weapon; an implausibly large two-handed warhammer. "How dare you persist in intruding our haven. What right do you have?"
"Roe v Wade?" she said, infuriatingly no longer relevantly. "Oh, you mean killing hosts?" She grabbed her badge and threw at him. "Go ahead, read it. It says 'I can do what I want'."
The knight read over it. "No it doesn-"
- a stone fist shot out from the badge and slammed into his right arm with such force that every bone in it shattered instantly; he cried in agony as his grip loosened around his warhammer, two stone fists stealing it away from him and aiming it upon his maiden -
- and with a single slam reduced the maiden's head to pulp and brought her to end of term, knight falling in grief and disappearing. Naomi sighed, then crouched down to scan this abortion of a Revenant.
[MAIDEN ASTRAEA: Summons swamp clumps-of-cells.]
Naomi closed her eyes. She sighed deeply, then tittered: just a little.