Dark Fate: Book 1 – A New Fate

You might think that knowing what kind of apocalypse was coming would make putting together a shopping list easy. After all, no need to prepare for a viral outbreak when magic could cure diseases. No need to prepare for zombie hordes, when people had abilities to keep the undead from spreading out of control. And so on. But they’d be wrong.

Turns out, prepping for the apocalypse takes a while. I didn’t want just random junk, after all, instead looking to get the brands that would actually hold up over time. While I was prepping, I also pulled all my money out of the bank account, because banks were hit, hard, by the apocalypse, and I didn’t want to get caught in the rush. By the time I was done with everything, it was almost 2 PM. Just a couple hours until everything went to shit.

One thing people found out, after the Apocalypse, was that not everyone was offered the same classes or professions, or started with the same skills. Everyone had a group of three suggested classes, and then there was the ‘random’ choice, and similar for professions. Even races seemed to be random, but everyone was quick to note that crazy cat ladies didn’t turn into dog-girls, and there were very, very few people who became elves and weren’t fantasy fans.

So, everyone assumed that your likes and interests, and what you were doing when the Apocalypse hit, affected the choices somehow. No one knew if the connection was real, or just imagined, but the possibility was out there. Of course, no one could test that, since by that point there weren’t any people who had lived without the System their whole lives to test it on.

I’d chosen the Knight class, the first time through. I’d upgraded it as I advanced in tiers, but Knight is what I started as. And look how that ended up for me last time. No, I wanted to get a different choice, different options than I did last time.

It was too late to change my history before this point, but I could change what I was doing when the apocalypse hit. Last time, I had been at my computer, tanking a raid with some guildies on a popular MMO. Not even raid night, just some of us were online, and decided to do a run through old material, to make some gold, maybe collect some rare items we hadn’t gotten last time.

So, what if I didn’t do that, this time? What if I picked something different? What if I did something completely different? Something out of character, that would offer me new options I could use to take revenge?

Knight had been a defensive class, for the most part. I could weather the storm, and wear down foes, or force openings for allies to take advantage of. If I was going to be different this time, I had to be able to make my own openings, and be more on offense. Having some way to disable my foes would help, too. But what could I do in order to ensure that I got that kind of option?

I was bringing the last of my purchases up to my apartment, in preparation for the change, when I noticed something. Or rather, someone. Talia Skinner, the raven-haired college freshman who lived next door, was just getting home. She was gym fit, not model fabulous, but still pretty. Unfortunately, she was a royal bitch most of the time, probably because she was the head cheerleader in high school, and hadn’t grown out of that yet.

She was out on the little balcony, for her apartment, sunning herself as she liked to do when she didn’t have afternoon classes. She’d already turned over, and I could see she was wearing the black thong bikini today. And she’d undone her top already. Mph. Wouldn’t I love to get a piece of that, if I didn’t have to deal with her bitchy attitude…

Wait. Most of the apartments around ours belonged to students, who were out at the moment. The few neighbors that were home were either asleep or stoned out of their minds. There was only a little railing between our two balconies. Easy enough to get over. And then, I could… Yeah, I could. And the Apocalypse meant that I could do it and not get caught. What better way to force a new choice than to start the new world with her pussy on my dick?

I set down my supplies, and quickly grabbed the tool I would certainly need, a roll of duct tape. I pre-tore a couple strips, one long, one short, to prepare. Stepping out onto the balcony, I did a quick look around. No one watching. Talia didn’t even react. Looked like she was napping. Perfect.

I quietly stepped over the railing, and onto her balcony. She didn’t move. Now, what was the best way to do this? Her hands were by her sides. Carefully, I brought them behind her back, not wanting to place too much strain on the joints and wake her up. Wouldn’t do to have her wake up prematurely, after all.

The long strip went on around her wrists, binding her hands behind her. I felt her stirring, starting to wake up. Not wanting to get caught, the short piece of tape was placed firmly over her mouth, to keep her from screaming. I didn’t want to get interrupted before things went down, after all.

Now, she was struggling, but even without the bonuses from my first time through the Apocalypse, I was bigger and stronger than she was. She tried to scream, tried to fight, but couldn’t get free. She stiffened as I wrapped an arm around her throat, my other hand caressing her ass.

“Can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to tap this pretty little ass of yours, Talia,” I hissed in her ear. “You and me, we’re going to go inside and have some fun. If you want to live through this, you be a good girl for me. You try and be bad, well, then you get to see what a bad man I can be. You don’t want that, do you?”

She shook her head, desperately, and I could see tears forming around her eyes. She was a cheerleader. She wasn’t used to people doing things like this to her. Well, she had a lot to learn. I hauled her to her feet, and pushed her through the sliding glass door, closing it behind us.

I threw her over the arm of the couch, leaving her with her ass in the air. Without hesitation, I slapped that booty, hard, causing her to yelp in pain, and she strained against the tape binding her wrists. More tape went on, making her arms more securely bound behind her. Didn’t want her thinking she could work herself free.

“Mmm. Such a lovely slut. I bet you’ve had plenty of guys all over you. Probably fucked half the football team back in high school. Maybe even the coach, too. Was that how you got your head cheerleader job, hmm?”

She shook her head, trying to deny what I was saying, or maybe just to get a look at me and curse me out with her eyes. Don’t know, don’t care. I smacked her ass again and again, making sure that both cheeks got some love until they were both glowing a nice red. By then, Talia’s attempts at screams had become sobs. Perfect. Without fanfare, I pulled off her sexy bikini.

“Oh, hoh! What is this I see? Did you piss yourself, Talia? No, this doesn’t smell like piss. You dirty little girl. You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”

She shook her head, but I didn’t care. I had something to do, and didn’t have all day to do it in. Licking my lips in anticipation, I unzipped my fly, and used one hand to pull my cock out of my pants. My other hand slid up and down along Talia’s pussy, teasing her, testing the wetness I found there. I had never been like this before the Apocalypse. There were some times I’d had to be cruel, in the new world, because it was a cruel place. And they had all attacked me. But this time, I wasn’t going to wait to be attacked. I was going to be on the offensive. And everyone was going to fear me!

With that thought in mind, I thrust forward, ramming myself inside Talia in a single go. She screamed again, but I didn’t pay any attention to her. With the tape on, she wasn’t loud enough that any of the neighbors would pay attention. She’d made louder noises when one of her boyfriends was over before, after all. No, I didn’t pay any attention to her cries, and focused on finally fucking this perfect piece of ass I hadn’t ever gotten to enjoy before now.

That’s right, I hadn’t gotten to fuck Talia last time. She’d been killed just after the System came online. A goblin spawned on her balcony while she was sleeping through the Apocalypse. She’d never had a chance. Really, I was saving her life right now. She should be thanking me, instead of trying to wriggle her ass off my dick.

I came once, deep inside her, but the whole situation was too good, and I was able to keep going. Keep fucking her. She was crying now, but I didn’t care. Maybe I should have asked if she was on the pill? Oh well, wasn’t my problem. Another load might quiet her down, right? Better work on that.

Before long, I was preparing to fire off for the second time. Not bad, for a human. After the Apocalypse, of course, there were people with the stamina to literally go all day long fucking people, but for a human going straight from one orgasm into round two was a decent feat. I groaned happily as I released everything inside the sobbing wreck that was my next-door neighbor, just as the clock hit 4:15 PM. And what I had been waiting for all day suddenly appeared before me.

The world was ending, but I didn’t care. This time, I knew what was coming, I was prepared, and I wouldn’t make the same mistakes as I did last time! And both my so-called friends were going to rue the day they ever betrayed me!