Apocalyptic Lovers!

Lover at World’s End
Sex, Apocalypse & Me!
How it happened, what started it and why were some of the many questions asked by the billions dead. Seven days it took for the world to become a horror show where every day was like the last!
Some had joined the newcomers willingly, some through desperation and many from the fear of opposing their rule. The cities were theirs and yours if you accepted their draconian law, but conditions were not humane, or human!
I lived in the wastes, areas outside of the cities, starved lands and coasts dominated by wandering technological terrors and alien b**sts, as well as the human casualties of their modification programs. Zombies!
Not the comical ones from TV, movies and games, but real living nightmares that attacked anything alive with unending ferocity, even among themselves! But it was said that some could be domesticated.
I was a survivor, a lone survivor until the night that happened…
Another night in the apocalyptic wastelands near the draining sea, where the water was going no one really knew, but the coasts were growing into deserts! I was caught out in the open, fallen due to lack of sleep and bare minimum food.
It salivating head was dripping onto my nape as I was pressed into the dry sand, I was being attacked but it was, he was too strong! Amid my shredded clothes something thick and hot was pushing deep into me from behind and it wasn’t my old trusty vibrator on the end of my arm, it was a real dick!
I hadn’t seen or felt a cock in so long I was too overwhelmed to be terrified of my coming fate! I would die, probably painfully but please let me enjoy this moment of remembered love.
He was really big, bulbous and what I sorely needed in this fucked up world. Thick male meat pumping hard inside me as my fists pounded that grainy sand. Fuck the end of the world! I was gonna get off and I didn’t care!
I did ‘get off’ multiple times as that human machine drilled into me for hours of body rocking torment, the good kind that truly missed! I had to force him off me, five hours was quite the fuck!
He wasn’t much to look at and what there was to look at didn’t sit well with my stomach! But his one redeeming feature swung freely between rotting corpse legs as he shambled after my butt. I found the one randy gay zombie?
He didn’t need food or water, he just followed me and tore to shreds anything that came at me, anything, he was fearless! But he knew to hide from those with formidable weaponry and I learned to crouch behind him. Trying to keep quiet with his formidable weapon inside me as I crouched wasn’t easy and he never knew when to quit!
So I travelled with my pet zombie, my vibrator now a relic of my lonely past as I had all the sex I needed, when I wanted it and for as long as I could stand! I had become somewhat gate-legged of late and of all things a little podgy?
I had developed a taste for alien meat, really you went there? And my zombie lover, boyfriend, animated fucking machine was a good hunter. I ate too well lately and finding bigger clothes was not easy, most homes were ransacked or burning, always there were fires everywhere!
My companion cleared out a small house by a heavily polluted and no doubt toxic lake. He had pushed me across it on a ramshackle float someone who hadn’t survived the crossing had made, someone who didn’t have my superman!
Chained to the wall my friend teased me with that glistening rod as I forced myself to sleep in the opposite corner. I needed rest more than dick, but I was consumed with that phallus as it invaded my dreams! The morning couldn’t have come fast enough and I never left that room all day!
I picked up a gun, people were around here! I was elated and a little concerned for my pet. Did others have pet zombies, sex pets? We approached the fenced house with some trepidation.
“You have quite the pet there.” It was the first person I had seen in nearly two years, the first who wasn’t dead or rotting! “He’s tame. Keeped me safe out in the wilds.” The woman looked suspicious. “No doubt he did… JEFF!” I stepped back from the fence as the second woman turned up, her shotgun levelled at my stomach?
“Jeff’s busy.” She gave me an odd stare. “Lose the firearm mummy!” I threw the shotgun I’d found over their electrified fence. Mummy? “JEFF?” a white coated man with glasses ran over. The woman looked at me then him. “Doc?”
“Oh dear, dear me, oh dearie me… What are we to do?” The woman looked impatient. “Doc stop fannying about! Is it or is he?” The spectacled man shook his head and walked off as I cried out. “Your pet zeebo’s a breeder, and you, yer dirty fucker have been offering up your fanny for his impregnator!” The blonde woman sighed. “Ever see any zombies with dicks before? No right? You’re not fat you fucked, you’re pregnant!” The other woman laughed cruelly. “You’re proper fucked!” Her gun was aimed at my face! We had to leave.
A routine patrol, some six months later saw an unusual sight. “Seriously Mac I tell you I saw two zeebos mating, the fat one looked pregnant and the other was giving it good!” Mason frowned as his cohort gyrated! “Zombies don’t mate, mate! Their human casualties, dead men walking. Fucking isn’t in their nature not that having that alien bug eat your head is natural!”
“Fuck you Mac, what have you done?” The fat zombie was on all fours as the other was pounding into its arse like there was no tomorrow! “Their forever lovers, a living work of sexy art!” the steel poles driven through the back of the first one continued through the second, pinning them into position.
“It fucking grotesque Mac!” Mac laughed. “Grotesque fucking!” the fat zombie looked up with pleading watery eyes, its mouth moving as if it were speaking, pleading! “Fucking burn it man!” That human face was too human. “BURN IT!” A desperate cry!
“Geeze man, getting all ‘motional ‘bout a frigging zeebo, fucking zeebos!” He laughed as the other man frowned. They were right at that camp, a pregnant zombie and a breeding capable one! A new horror awaiting us at the end of the world we once knew and never appreciated until it was taken from us?
“Don’t get all Seven Day War on me again old man, some of us don’t know that world before, it’s your fantasy!” He smirked at the dark smoking remains. “Burnt like our two crispy honeymooners!”