A Duo of Short Stories
By Littlesilverstar
Just a couple of short stories about hot girls kicking male ass


STORY 1: JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

Author's note: This story was inspired by a scene in one of the Resident Evil
movies.

MARCH 27, YEAR 3 A.A. (After the Apocalypse)

Ollie sighed as the next batch of six zombies, shackled and connected to a
long chain, was herded into the room deep underground at the secret research
facility. They snarled, growled, and struggled against their restraints as
they were moved in. He couldn't help gulping nervously, even though he'd been
through this a hundred times before. He'd seen too many of his fellow workers
bitten by zombies, eaten alive or summarily executed by their own comrades to
prevent them from turning.

He was one of the lucky ones, he supposed. After all, 99.99% of the (former)
human population was now either dead or undead. And most of the survivors were
out on the surface, while his job in the secret lab afforded him security.
There were perhaps a million human survivors, scattered throughout the world,
facing off against several billion zombies. Even if 500 zombies were killed
for every human (and the real number was lower than that), the numbers
indicated that the zombies would eventually destroy what was left of humanity.

Humanity's only hope was a cure. A cure that would turn zombies human again.
That was what they were doing at the research facility. For almost two years
now they had been experimenting, with no progress.

Sal, Ollie's coworker, shut the door behind the last of the zombies. Both
Ollie and Sal were short, skinny, pale, nerdy guys who had been recruited for
this job solely for their book smarts and willingness to follow orders. These
orders they waited for now from the third human in the room, their boss, a
woman named Maricar.

In contrast to Ollie and Sal, Maricar was muscular and athletic as well as
intelligent. At 5'9", she was taller than both of the guys and very tall for a
woman of her Filipina heritage. She had the archetypical dark brown Filipina
skin that contrasted sharply with Sal and Ollie's pale features, and she
looked even darker than usual thanks to the white nurse's outfit she was
wearing. Ollie had always been attracted to everything about her, from her
assertive personality to her exotic looks to her exotic-sounding name.

"All right," she began. "Today, we're going to..."

Suddenly, the chain connecting the zombies snapped and the enraged creatures
immediately moved to attack. Although their hands were still shackled, they
were free to bite with their razor-sharp teeth, which had foolishly not been
muzzled. Three zombies charged Maricar, while two more cornered Sal. The last
rushed at Ollie, its mouth wide open.

Ollie raced for the door, but before he could get there, the security measures
kicked in. The door locked with a click, trapping them inside. An alarm
started blaring. He frantically pounded on the door, begging to be let out.
Through the glass he could see a man in a dark suit, Maricar's boss, the next
up in the long chain of command in which guys like Ollie and Sal were at the
very bottom. The man in the suit was flanked by several soldiers. They all
ignored his pleas.

The zombie was almost upon him now. Ollie desperately kicked at it, but his
foot simply bounced off its chest. He grabbed the zombie, desperately trying
to keep its teeth away...

Maricar, on the other hand, was effortlessly putting her skills into action.
Although firearms were not allowed in the experimentation rooms, she didn't
need them. She performed a backflip kick, decapitating the first zombie that
was charging her and sending its head flying across the room with the sheer
power of her gymnastic kick. She then leapt into the air, flipping upside down
as she split her legs 180 degrees, spinning around and around in a helicopter
kick, her booted feet repeatedly smashing into the heads of the next two
zombies. Their skulls didn't stand a chance and were quickly destroyed by the
brown-skinned beauty's lethal legs.

Poor Sal had had no chance against the two zombies that had jumped him. His
face and neck were already half eaten as the monsters gorged themselves.

Ollie struggled desperately as the zombie's teeth came closer to his face...

Suddenly, there was a flash of a booted foot and the sound of a sickening
CRACK. Maricar had roundhouse kicked the zombie in the head, breaking its neck
and turning the undead dead again. Not even pausing, she elegantly performed a
cartwheel to take her over to the last two creatures, who were on their knees
chowing down on Sal's corpse. She stomped on one's head with her size 10 black
leather boot, squashing it completely flat underneath the weight and force of
her 160 pounds of muscle.

The last zombie leapt up, rushing at Maricar with its mouth wide open, but she
was ready. She had already slipped her hand into her pocket and adorned her
large, leather-gloved right fist with a set of spiked brass knuckles. She
punched the zombie in the head, the spikes simply destroying everything in
their path, and withdrew her arm with a squishing sound.

Maricar turned to Ollie and a dark expression appeared on her elegant face as
her eyes gazed upon his shoulder. Ollie looked down and gasped in horror as he
saw the bite mark, bleeding slowly but steadily. In the heat of the fight,
with his adrenaline pumping, he hadn't even noticed it.

"No, please!" he began to beg, knowing he was doomed but still wanting to find
a way out of it.

Maricar shook her head, her long, silky black hair flying back and forth. "You
and I both know what the deal is." She looked at her watch, a large man's gold
Rolex that fit well on her thick wrist. "You have about two minutes before you
become one of them. Now do you have any family or anyone else that you want me
to give a message to?"

"Please...no..." Ollie shrieked, his brain overloaded with terror as the
realization that it was all over sunk in.

Maricar performed a pair of lightning-fast front handsprings to take herself
right in front of him. He could smell her sweet, feminine perfume even over
the stench of the zombies and Sal's organs. "I'm sorry about this," she said
simply.

One of the soldiers watching called out. "Would you like me to bring you your
gun, ma'am?"

"No thanks. I've got this." She raised her fist with the spiked brass
knuckles. "Now hold still," she instructed Ollie. "I'm a registered nurse and
I know just where to land the blow so you won't feel a thing."

As Maricar drew her fist back, the muscles in her powerful forearm rippling,
Ollie thought about how much thicker her wrists and forearms were than his,
how dominant and sexy her dark brown tan looked next to his pale skin, her
effortless gymnastic backflips that were worthy of a professional dancer, her
expert fighting abilities, and how she was still beautiful and feminine
despite all that. He began to get an erection. She was so much stronger, so
much better adapted for survival in this brave new world - it seemed fitting
that she should be his executioner. He made peace with himself and the world
as he accepted his inevitable death.

Maricar allowed herself a small smirk as she noticed his hard-on. Then her
expression became all business again as she began delivering the blow.

The last thing Ollie saw was the leather-gloved female fist with its spiked
brass knuckles coming at him. The already bloodstained spikes flew closer and
closer with incredible speed. Then there was nothing. Darkness. Eternal peace.

Maricar withdrew the spikes from the remnants of Ollie's skull with a
squishing sound. The alarm was turned off and the door unlocked with a click.
She shook her head as she looked at the gory scene.

"Aw, perk up, Mari," came the voice of the man in the dark suit. "They were
nobodies. Expendable. Almost as expendable as the zombies. But you're not. We
need your brains and muscles, so take care of yourself. Now find two more
helpers and bring in six more zombies."

Maricar allowed herself one last look at the bodies before successfully
suppressing her emotions like the good soldier she was. "Yes, sir."

THE END

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STORY 2: TAZHI USES, THEN DISPOSES OF, A NERD

Author's note: In my story "Bad Luck Ben, Episode VIII," one of the
villainesses, a woman named Tazhi, mentions how she used a nerd to track down
the hero and heroine. This story will go into detail about exactly what
happened...

Ernest was a stereotypical nerd. He was short (5'5"), thin (125 pounds), wore
glasses, had pale skin, was a virgin, and was obsessed with exactly the kind
of girls he was least likely to get (attractive, athletic, muscular girls).

Ernest was 18 years old and a freshman at Surf City College. He had picked it,
much to the disappointment of his parents, because it had a reputation for
having lots of pretty girls and casual sex. After having been a loser all
throughout high school, he thought that now was when his life would finally
change for the better. New school, new opportunities, the freedom of
college...that was how it was supposed to work, right?

Sure, most of the pretty girls either ignored him or laughed at him, but at
least he had managed to make one female friend. Her name was Tazhi and she was
one of his classmates in European History 101. Physically, she was exactly
what he was attracted to. At 5'7" and 155 pounds, she was bigger than him, but
still had a feminine hourglass figure with a waist that was smaller than his.
She had dark brown skin, shoulder length silky black hair, and an elegant,
high-cheekboned, model-like face. She was muscular and very athletic, and was
the starting third baseman on the university's women's softball team.

He also liked her assertive personality. Being the typical nerd he was, Ernest
was extremely shy, and it was difficult for him to talk to girls. But Tazhi
actually had been the one to initiate contact with him in class, asking for
help with homework. The fact that she would smile and say hi to him at the
beginning of each class period boosted his ego and made him feel like not such
a loser after all, in contrast to what his obnoxious, bullying jock roommate
always said about him. Sure, Ernest had somehow ended up doing all of Tazhi's
homework for her, as well as writing her essays, but once she saw that he was
willing to do anything she asked, she was bound to respect him, right?

Ernest printed out the latest essay he had done for her and quickly looked it
over one last time. Satisfied, he hurried out to find his new friend. Tazhi
hadn't given him her number yet, although he was sure she would soon, but he
knew where to usually find her at this time of day. She would most likely be
on the softball field, practicing.

Sure enough, Tazhi was at the edge of the field, throwing a softball against a
wall, catching it, and throwing it again. She was wearing dark blue sweatpants
and sweatshirt, but still looked sexy. He paused for a moment to admire the
strength of her throws. She threw incredibly hard and fast, harder than
probably 95% of men could throw, and probably ten times harder than a skinny,
weak nerd who had never played sports like Ernest. He had a fetish for women
who could throw, to compensate for his insecurity about how bad he was at it.

"Hey, Ernie," she said as she saw him. "Here, catch." She hurled the softball
at him full force. He dropped to the ground in a panic to avoid it, knowing
that he could never have the hand-eye coordination to catch such a powerfully
thrown ball, and it probably would have broken his fingers.

Tazhi laughed. "I said catch, not duck, silly." Ernest turned red as he
hurried to retrieve the ball.

"Now throw it back to me," she instructed.

"Um...I can't throw that far."

"Really? It's only about 120 feet. I could throw that far when I was an
11-year-old girl. Now I can throw it over 200 feet. Come on, show me what you
can do."

Ernest gave it his best throw, using all of his strength, but the ball still
traveled only about half the distance between them. Despite his failure (or
because of it), he began to get turned on at the extreme disparity between
their abilities. That meant that she could throw over three times as far as he
could, even though he was supposed to be a man and she was a GIRL. He hoped
his erection wasn't showing as he retrieved the ball again.

Tazhi suppressed a giggle. "You totally throw like a girl, but that's okay,"
she said. "Not every man has to be super strong and a great athlete." Ernest's
heart leapt when he heard that.

"You use your brains," she continued. "Speaking of which, do you have my essay
ready?"

"Right here." He handed her the set of papers. She swiftly skimmed through
them, then gave him that warm, dazzling smile that always melted his heart.

"Aww, you're such a sweetheart, Ernie. Thank you so much."

"Y...you're welcome. W...when I didn't see you in class last time I got a
little worried."

"Oh, something came up. But I'm back now." She paused, as if she was
distracted by something in her mind. "You know, I've been thinking. You've
done so much for me, I should make it up to you. Are you free for dinner
tonight?"

Ernest's heart did a huge leap, far larger than the one it had done before. He
had never been on a date in his life, and now this super-hot chick was asking
him out on a dinner date? "Oh my God, I'd love to!" he blurted out, like a
little boy who had just received his favorite action figure for Christmas.

"Perfect. I know a great place. Meet me at the computer lab at seven and I'll
take you there." She rolled up the sleeve of her sweatshirt and looked at her
watch. "Oh shit, I'd better get to my next class. See you tonight!"

As she disappeared into the distance, Ernest did a dance of joy. He had a
date! An actual date! And this was just the beginning. Who knew where things
with Tazhi would go from here...

Ernest sat in the empty computer lab, checking the time on his iPhone for the
fourth time since he had gotten there. It was 6:57. Good. There was still
time. He had arrived at 6:50 just to be safe. He just hoped she wouldn't stand
him up. He made a mental note to ask her for her number during the date so he
could finally have a woman's phone number (other than his mother's) in his
iPhone.

It was exactly 7:00 when he heard bootsteps approaching. Sure enough, Tazhi
stepped into the lab and he breathed a sigh of relief. She had changed out of
her sweat clothes and now wore knee high black leather boots, a tasteful
knee-length black skirt, and a white blouse. She wore a watch on her left
wrist and a spiked leather bracelet on her right.

"Hey, Ernie. I'm not late, am I?" She rolled up the sleeve of her blouse to
look at her watch, a shiny gold man's model. "Good, right on time."

"H...hey, Tazhi." He always tended to stammer when talking to a pretty girl.
He hated that and hoped he could get over it, maybe through the confidence
boost he would surely get from getting an actual date with a sexy woman. As
she came closer, he saw the heavy muscle development in her thick forearm, the
muscles rippling underneath the dark brown skin that looked even darker than
usual next to the white color of her blouse. She sat down next to him and he
casually compared his wrist size with hers. Hers was far larger, the size
comparison not even close. He got a woody and was glad he was sitting down.
Those were two more of his fetishes - being attracted to dark-skinned girls
because of how pale he was, and being attracted to girls with thick wrists
because of how thin his were.

"So...uh...ready to go?" he asked.

"Actually, could you do me one small favor before we go out?" She gave him
that seductive smile again.

"Sure, Tazhi. What is it?"

She reached into her purse and took out a pair of pictures, a man and a woman.
Beneath each image was a name and the name of a credit card company. "You're
so smart. Can you get into these credit card records?"

Ernest frowned. This was getting kind of weird. "Um...I don't know if that's a
good idea..."

Tazhi touched his shoulders and looked into his eyes. He could smell the scent
of her sweet, feminine perfume. "Look, Ernie. I made this date with you for
two reasons. Because I thought you were helpful, and because I thought you
were smart. I hope I wasn't wrong about those things. Are you going to help
me? *Can* you help me?"

Ernest felt insecurity flow through him. His intelligence was the only thing
he had going for him, and if he couldn't even show that off, he would be a
total loser. "Yes, Tazhi. I can do it," he proclaimed, determined to prove
himself.

"Good. I knew you were the right man for the job." She flipped her silky black
hair into his face seductively. "After this is done, we can get to dinner. And
then, who knows where the night might take us..."

Ernest's heart fluttered wildly. Actual sex? With an actual woman? If he did
this right, he could finally lose his virginity!

"Here. Start with this one," said Tazhi, handing him the picture of the woman.
She was blonde and pretty, he noted. But not as hot as Tazhi, of course. He
quickly got to work.

About fifteen minutes later, he jumped up in triumph. "Got it!"

Tazhi, who had been sitting in a chair playing with her iPhone, immediately
perked up. "Really?" She hurried over to the computer screen. "What was the
last purchase made on the card?"

"It was...let me see...she bought two plane tickets to Kalispell, Montana."

Tazhi's attractive face broke into a wide smile. "Perfect. Well, let's get to
dinner."

"Great." Ernest breathed a sigh of relief as he logged out of the computer. He
had no idea why she wanted this information, but that didn't matter to him.
All that mattered was that he was finally getting to go on his date.

Tazhi's black BMW sped along the dark, deserted road. She glanced in the
rearview mirror, then slowed the car down and pulled it onto the shoulder.

"What's going on?" asked Ernest from the passenger seat.

Tazhi smiled. "I thought we could have a little 'appetizer,' so to speak, with
a makeout session in the back seat. Then after dinner, we could have 'dessert'
in a hotel room..."

Ernest pumped his fist in triumph. He had done it! After all these years, his
persistence had finally paid off. He was going to score. He was going to be a
real man.

Tazhi stepped out of the vehicle and motioned for him to follow her. She stood
face to face with him, wrapping her arms around him. She was taller than him,
adding to her aura of dominance. "Close your eyes," she whispered.

He obeyed, grinning eagerly, waiting for the kiss. But instead, there was
suddenly a fiery pain in his groin. His eyes flew open and his hands flew to
his crippled gonads. Sure enough, Tazhi had kneed him in the crotch.

Ernest's mind tried to process the horrifying betrayal. She had been using him
all along! She had never wanted him. His mind soon had to turn to other
things, however, as Tazhi continued her vicious attack. She backhanded him
across the face with her right hand, the spiked leather bracelet she was
wearing ripping the skin on his cheek open in several places, then used her
left to punch him in the nose, breaking it and causing blood to bubble. She
kicked him hard in the chest, sending his frail body flying.

From his position in the dirt, Ernest looked up with fear at his female
attacker. She blew him a mocking kiss, turned around, wiggled her large
bubble-butt tauntingly, then suddenly began doing a series of standing back
handsprings towards him, elegantly backflipping like a pro-gymnast despite the
knee-length skirt she was wearing. She tumbled with blinding speed, completing
her final flip by landing hard on his face with her big black boot.

"Why, Tazhi, why?!" he cried out when he had finally recovered from her brutal
stomping attack.

She sneered down at him. "You didn't really think you actually had a chance
with me, did you? You nerds with your book smarts sure don't have any street
smarts. I'm tall, muscular, hot, tanned, sexually successful, and can throw
like a man, while you're short, scrawny, ugly, pale, a virgin, and throw like
a girl. Why would I ever be interested in a loser like you? I just used you
and you fell for it hook, line, and sinker."

"But...but..." he stammered.

She kicked him in the side, breaking one of his ribs, and looked at her
large-faced watch. "I have a mission to complete, and now that your usefulness
is over you're just trash that needs to be disposed of." With that, she
suddenly dropped into a full 180 degree split, her crotch right in his face.
The hard landing of her 155-pound weight stunned him. She hiked up her skirt
to get it out of the way, then wrapped her massive, muscular brown thighs
around his neck and began choking him.

"I wish I could really womanhandle you before I kill you, but I've got a
flight to catch. I've got more important targets than you to take care of,"
she said as she strangled him with her legs. "You're nothing. In a few hours,
I'll have forgotten about you, just like I'd never remember a cockroach I
stomped on." She suddenly twisted her hips 180 degrees, snapping his neck like
a dry twig.

Tazhi did a back walkover to get back to her feet, smoothing her skirt and
prodding the corpse's neck with her boot to make sure her victim was dead.
Satisfied, she got back into her BMW, not even giving the body a second
glance. She had a date with destiny to get to.

THE END

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