User blog:Ore-samma/Short-shot Zombie (backpack)

Hello fans, Ore-Samma here!

From another forum post = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068262/r/4400000000000452392

Another fan request; this one was tricky to write. Maybe 4/10 difficulty. The request was just nuts! I had no idea what to do with it for a while!

 "Zombie in a backpack 

 A hero of the Order carries around his zombie wife in his backpack and stuff happens while he is just walking peacefully." 

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Hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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It wasn’t hard at all to remember the moment I was finished with the Order.

It was the day they ordered me to cremate my wife.

It wasn’t enough that they had me on long patrols, sometimes for weeks on end.

Nor it wasn’t enough that they sent me off on boring patrols that would never encounter any danger.

But when my wife died of pneumonia and somehow came back from the grave, the Order sent a letter, demanding that I surrender her to them, so she could be cremated.

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It was enough.

At first I tried to escape by horse, with my wife riding with me. But with the Order specifically looking for me, I had to enact a solution that would allow her to hide, for me to appear to be traveling alone, and eventually escape to Mamono lands.

A traveling Ryu provided that solution; She enchanted my backpack to be a pata-dimensional space.

And so, I carried my wife in my backpack.

As absurd as it sounds, it was what I had to do.

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“Mup!” My wife blurted from the backpack.

I looked about and strolled off the path and looked in.

“Mup!” My wife cried out, her head poking out the moment I opened the flap.

“Yes?” My wife had a harder time expressing herself ever since she became undead. “What is it?”

My wife’s face furrowed in concentration. “Mup!” She huffed and closed the flap.

I sighed and shouldered the backpack and continued on. Thank heavens the backpack weighed the same, no matter how much was put inside it.

I was nearing the Tavern I planned to stay the night and noticed a group of Hellhounds milling about. They looked at me with some confusion. And one of them called out.

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“Hey!” She barked. “I smell that you’re married! But where is your wife?”

I was about to answer when my wife climbed out of the backpack. “Doggy!” She moaned as she clung to my arm.

“Doggy?” The pack leader said with a scandalous look. “Why you!-”

“Please!” I said, stepping in front of her. “My wife recently turned into a zombie. We’re just trying to cross the border and start a new life.”

The pack leader stopped and looked between me and my wife. “Baaaah!” and waved her hand.

“Just a little longer.” I said to my wife. “Let me get us into our room, okay?”

Jean huffed and crawled back into the backpack, kicking the part that was against my back. “Hmpf! Boo!” She huffed again.

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After I settled in our Tavern room I opened the backpack. “You can come out now, it's safe.”

“Oof!” My wife exclaimed as I pulled her out of the backpack and she grew back to full size. She looked about the room and shook her head. “Not home!” She huffed.

I nodded, “I know, we’re running off to new lands.” I said patiently, I took out the brush and started to run it through her tomato red hair.

My wife watched my motions, but every so often would catch my hand with her mouth and playfully chew on my fingers. “Hungry” she said with a pout.

“Ah yes!” I said and put away the brush and leaned into the backpack, looking for the salmon I caught earlier. I felt my wife push me in, and I tumbled headfirst into the pata-dimensional space.

“Jean!” I huffed as she tumbled in after me, “Was that necessary?”

She gave me a lazy smile and hugged me.

I found the Salmon that I caught and cooked and broke some pieces off and held it to her.

“Mup!” Jean said with a pout.

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Oh! That’s right. She considered ‘me’ to be food now that she was a mamono. I put the salmon away and carried her out of the backpack piggyback style. I felt Jean kissing and nibbling on my neck and ears and I climbed.

We made it to the bed, still kissing and running our hands over each other. Good heavens she was even more insatiable as a mamono by far than when she was a human! It had to have been at least seven rounds of climaxes before she seemed satisfied and just cuddled to my chest, with a soft smile on her face.

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“Haaaa..” Jean sighed. “I love you, Lance.” She moaned and squeezed me closer.

“I love you too, Jean.” I whispered back. “Hey wait- how can you talk better now?”

Jean shrugged. “I dunno. Seems like my thoughts become more clear the more cum you give me.” She opened her eyes, and gave me a look full of mischief. “You’re just gonna have to keep me full, if you know what I mean.”

I sighed and held her close. “Of course. Jean, I’m so sorry I wasn’t around enough. Maybe if I was things wouldn’t be so.”

Jean snuggled closer. “Lance, it’s okay. We are together now. You’re alive, I consider myself to be alive. It’s all that matters.”

“Jean, I gotta know something.”

“No, I have no idea what I am talking about either when I say ‘mup’ but I know what I’m feeling.”

I almost laughed at how she knew what I was going to ask. “Okay. what are you feeling when you say that.”

“Well, it's kinda like this.” She relaxed and went still. Suddenly hugged me closer and said “Mup!” at the same time.

“Well, okay!” I said chuckling a little.

She chuckled too, her body undulating against mine. I already felt my flesh grow hot and stiff.

We made it another four rounds before sleep took us.

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The next day, we crossed into the Mamono Lands, but were still close enough to the border to need to keep carrying Jean.

However, she was getting more and more fed up with being carried in the ‘stinky backpack’ and gave into her mischief which also seemed to be stronger now that she was a mamono.

“Lance… mup!” Jean said, as she playfully nipped and nibbled on my ears and neck till my flesh became aroused.

“Hmmmm, lookie here! Peekaboo!” She cooed as her hands reached around my midsection and in my pants and started to work my flesh as I walked.

I panted. “J-Jean...is this necessary?” I said almost having to stop as my climax made my knees tremble.

Jean withdrew her hands, which were coated with my seed. “It’s your fault! You didn’t want to stop for lunch, instead ‘eat-on-the-go!’ ” I heard her huff. “If you can eat on the go, so can I.” She disappeared back into the backpack and her hands came out and around, holding a pouch. “In fact-” She said while sticking the pouch in my pants and fitted it around my flesh.

“Aaaaahhhh” Jean said from within the backpack. “Hmmmmmm, perfect!”

I staggered as I felt her breath across my flesh that was beginning to harden again.

“I-I- think we are fAr EnoUgH acroSs thE BoArder!” I said, feeling her work on my flesh with her mouth.

A distinct *pop* sounded from within the backpack. “Nah- this is too much fun! I like this.” I continued walking, trying to keep a steady stride as she worked me with her hands, her mouth, and-

“-How aRe YoU dOIng tHAt?” I said, feeling her rhythmically thrusting herself on my flesh.

“Shhh-shhh!” I heard her moan, “It’s not easy! Just keep…. Just keep-”

I fell to my knees as I emptied my seed into her. I panted, and looked at the road sign that showed I still had another forty miles to go.