Welcome to Futa-Witch, another of the new fics for the Month of Futa! This story got really close to getting voted on like, twice in the polls, bout both times it was a near miss both times. Now that I've gone into my Futa Drabble purge though, its the Witch's time to shine.

Try not to think too much about how things usually look in Left 4 Dead, its a bit of a… grimy artstyle. I'm writing from a perspective that doesn't factor that in, picturing the zombies more as normal humans but with berserk madness and a few special features based on the kind (long tongue for smoker, claws and fangs for hunters, nothing visibly special about the non-special infected zombies) and I suggest reading it as such.

Now, let's begin shall we?

The Witch was staggering through the streets, face streaked with tears as it had been since the day she had first been infected.

She'd been lucky enough to be infected by a mutated strain of the plague-if one could consider any aspect of being infected lucky-and had been made into a Witch rather than a simple zombie or even one of the standard special infected.

Her strength, speed, and durability had all been increased several times over, and from her fingers long, sharp claws had formed. This came with the drawback of her mind being more or less completely dissolved, replaced with nothing but ceaseless depression.

She was nothing but instinct and sadness now, wandering the world in only a bikini, as she'd been wearing it when she'd been infected. She wandered by chance upon a safe house; or what had formerly been a safe house.

The walls of the building had been torn down, no doubt by a tank or perhaps several chargers together. Within its now busted walls she found two females, one of light skin the other of dark, both having discarded their clothes. The night prior had not been a good one for Zoey or Rochelle.

Their groups had come together to fight off the largest horde either of them had ever seen, but in the end, only they had survived. They were all out of ammo by the end, and were now alone save for each other.

With nowhere else to go and nothing to do, the humans had accepted their fate, and opted to spend their time until it came enjoying each other's presence. The Witch watched them, legs interlocked as their wet slits rubbed together heatedly. The Witch decided to put her instinctual sobbing aside for a moment to focus on a much more pressing instinct.

She rushed at the two women, knocking Zoey away from Rochelle and pinning her to the ground. She didn't so much remove her bikini bottoms as cut them free with her claws; freeing her solid nine inch length.

Zoey's eyes widened in shock as she had just enough time to see it before it was plunged into her wet pussy with as much force as the Witch could muster; which proved to be quite a lot, almost half of the hard member forced in all at once.

Zoey tried to struggle against the Witch, but the Witch pushed her legs and arms aside, keeping her pressed hard against the ground, hips pumping hard against her. Her normal sibs were replaced now with moans as she enjoyed the tight, hot feeling around her cock. It was the first time the Witch had ever felt this kind of pleasure.

Even before being infected she'd been a virgin, too fearful of how people would react to even attempt with anyone. Zoey kept trying to struggle despite the growing pleasure she felt as the Witch sawed her cock in and out of her, working it deeper into her bit by bit.

Zoey groaned, her hips starting to move against the Witch's, accepting the pleasure from the Witch's cock. She grit her teeth hard, trying to resist it, but the Witch didn't plan on stopping. She grunted as her rapid pace hilted her inside of the survivor, member throbbing deep inside of her.

Zoey gasped out as she felt out deep the Witch's cock was hitting inside of her. The Witch was so focused on Zoey and the pleasure she was getting from her that she didn't notice Rochelle approaching her from behind.

They didn't have any ammo left unfortunately, so the most Rochelle could do was take a swing at the Witch with a paddle bat. The Witch felt it, but was too close to stop, even from the pain.

She kept hammering into Zoey's wet cunt, pushing forward, lifting Zoey's hips so she could thrust directly down into her. Zoey groaned, feeling herself get closer as well. She wanted to struggle, but she honestly didn't see any point in it anymore, and when she felt the thick, hot cum erupt out of the Witch's cock asnd flood her, she came with a scream shortly after her.

Zoey slumped on the floor, panted heavily as her body relaxed on the floor. Rochelle took another swing at the Witch with the paddle bat, the solid thawk of the wood against her skin leaving a deep mark on her body.

The Witch slid out of Zoey's pussy, turning to Rochelle and slashing the weapon out of her hand. Rochelle backed away, not actually having any plan now.

The Witch moved like lightning, pand Rochelle barely had time to turn around before the Witch reached her, pinning her to the remains of the broken wall and burying her cock as deep into Rochelle's pussy as she could.

Rochelle cried out in pain from the rough entry and the feeling of the stone pressing hard, against her body. The Witch's thrusts pressed her harder against it, making it harder to breathe. The Witch wrapped her arms around Rochelle's body, keeping her arms in place to prevent her doing anything to struggle.

The Witch's strength kept Rochelle more or less trapped against the wall as the Witch plowed into her aggressively hard, being even rougher now than she'd been with Zoey.

Rochelle was more of a fighter, still trying to struggle even though she was in an even more helpless position than Zoey had been. The Witch didn't mind it, enjoying the feeling around her cock as Rochelle's wriggling caused her pussy to tense around it more, milking her and bringing more pleasure instead of less. She'd give up in time the Witch thought. She wasn't wrong either.

After another five hard minutes of being drilled by the Witch's thick cock, her legs were wobbling as she struggled against her own building climax, not wanting to give the Witch the satisfaction of knowing she'd gotten her off.

But the mocha skinned survivor could only last so long, and was soon tensing up around the Witch's cock as she neared the edge.

The Witch's wild thrusts were now causing Rochelle's body to be physically smacked against the stone of wall she was being fucked against, and the two soon reached their climax together, two loud wails of pleasure coming together. Rochelle collapsed at the Witch's feet, landing unfortunately with her shapely ass in the air.

The witch would have grinned if she were capable of it.