The Final Battle (Coda X Song Smut)

The Final Battle

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Word Count: 1894

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Everything has finally settled. The world is safe. Peace abounds. The Chimera have been vanquished. The Demons are no more. Destruction is dead. Humanity, Heaven, Hell, the Fallen, and all creatures of Reality now gaze towards other dimensions and the stars. From an age of violence and death, an age of exploration and expansion has been birthed. The Preservers has been disbanded, their ways parting amicably, and you now oversee your tribe’s rebirth alongside those who you’ve trusted with your heart.

So, you’re somewhat at a loss, as Coda has challenged you to change her mind regarding bringing new life into the world. 

Physically.

Rigorously.

Personally.

Those are Coda’s own words.

Your history with Coda stretches back several years, now. However, the basis is the same as ever. There are flashpoints, conflicts of interest, between the two of you that set you against one another. While other Aspects must fight forever until only one stands alone, or be at a stalemate forever, the two of you have multiple defeats and victories against one another. Not only that, but the two of you often fight over the same flashpoint many times over. The two of you have set rules between one another, settled on one another’s choices upon defeat for a period of time, until either of you are sufficiently incensed to propose another battle over the matter at a later date.

Typically, your battles test your strengths against one another in spars. Even now, your strengths are equal to one another, and battles are decided more by a lucky blow than any overwhelming advantage. Sometimes, the two of you play a simulation to test your wits, planning ability, and ability to exploit oversights made by developers. The limitations of simulations make ensure there is less of a chance that an abandoned planet would be laid to waste, so it’s likely all of your future matches will be conducted in the same manner. In fact, today, you’d expected to raise a civilization against Coda’s own, in an expansion to a simulation that both of you took a liking to several months ago.

But, no.

That’s not what happened.

Instead, Coda has asked you to convince her being impregnated and having children is great.

Why.

“_____, intrigued me with the concept during our last meeting.” Of course she’d do such a thing. Of all your loved ones, ______ enjoys the process of and raising children the most. ______ is definitely your most enthusiastic partner in regards to resurrecting the Tuzi. ______ has only been without child for a period of a month since your marriage. _____ is certainly the sort of individual to talk about that aloud and in public. ______ is a pervert. Your pervert. “It is also a decisive point of interest between the two of us. I still believe it is deeply irresponsible to allow a child to exist in a world where they can be hurt.”

So, her logic is to carry your child to term?

“After being enthusiastically, thoroughly, ravished, yes.” How Coda can say those words so precisely and coolly, you have no idea. You can barely listen to them without turning scarlet. Meanwhile, your archenemy remains prim, demure, and composed as ever. She tilts her head at you, a finger resting on her chin. You already know the next words that’ll be coming from her mouth. “Are you worried that you’ll be incapable of doing so, Song? Shall I simply consider this my victory?”

Ignoring the jab at your male pride, you ask her what her prize is upon her victory?

“Should you fail to render me insensate, exhausted, and completely fulfilled, you will be barred from introducing more lives into the world for a period of a year, or until you manage to do so.” Blearily, you stare at Coda’s lithe, slim, and small form lying on your bed. Her body is completely bare, her modesty only protected by a blanket which barely covers her chest while she lays on her side. She pats the opposite side of your bed without even a blink.  “Do not fret, I am unexperienced in this, while you routinely impregnate your wives. Should you be half the man _____ said you are, your victory is assured.”

You consider the situation for a second.

Aloud, you state you can’t help but feel that you are being bullied at this very moment. Perhaps, you are even being pressured to have sex against your will. Can this be considered rape? Are you in the right to call the authorities upon Coda, at this very moment?

“If your pants are not off in the next ten second, Song, I shall consider this situation your loss.”

With a sigh at the confusion roiling within your heart, you comply and divest yourself of your pajamas. 

“…______ can get that inside her?”

You don’t deign that a question with a response, especially after what you’ve just gone through. 

…

Bluntly, you explain to Miyakuro and Hyoudou that’s how you’re now in the hospital.

“She broke your hips!?” Hyoudou covers his crotch in righteous alarm. The sole other adult, Tuzi male in existence  looks at you, and your plaster-covered waist, with fear and trembling. You assure him that he has nothing to fear from Coda, but does little to alleviate a man’s instinctive fear of true pain. “Chief… aren’t you like super tough? Like, “I laughed when Destruction punched my face” tough? How the heck did that happen?”

You turn to Miyakuro for an answer. You have no clue how your current situation is possible, either.

Miyakuro’s face is ashen, grave, and filled with fear.. for you. Never before have you seen the Reincarnation of Odin worried, for another person, as much as he is for you at this very moment. An icy grasp encapsulates your heart. One of your bones carefully resets itself. You can now feel your toes. Great. You might just need to run for your life.

“You’re so fucking fucked, Song. She’s your goddamn opposite. Your opposite. Holy fuck, you’re going to die.” It takes you a moment to process the words. No. It takes yourself a moment to hear the truth you’ve tried to ignore since you’ve arrived at the hospital. The truth your realized in the three-day blackout between your first kiss and begging for aid at a waiting room. No. No. No. Miyakuro whispers the cruel words your own mind eliminated from your consciousness out of pity. “In sex, she wins against you guaranteed… and she doesn’t give a fuck about sex for the sole reason of procreation, or tender loving.”

You try to block out the noise Miyakuro is making. The words are making you see things. A rabid, crazed gaze that tops an ear-to-ear-smile. A slight, small body somehow pinning you down, riding you with unerring skill and constriction, even as your back archest upwards and you see stars. A door, just out of arm’s reach, suddenly retreating into the distance as slim hands grasp hold of your ankle. Multiples of the same monster with the same smiles and gazes walking towards you the moment the first is felled.

“A-are you saying that Coda-sama… Coda-sama wins against Song in sex the same way he wins against her in melee!?”

“No. It’s worse. Song’s only a natural human in terms of skills in sex. He’s got a lot of things going for him, meaning he’s at the tippy top for most, but Coda’s beyond his reach in the same category.”

“Coda-sama’s a natural genius at sex!?”

“I would say goddess, Hyoudou.”

There words reach you, even as you cover your ears. The bed has been broken. Your wives have come to your rescue, only to be forced into the act. Food and water somehow get involved, along with the maids bringing them in. You see familiar faces clouded by ecstasy beyond what you brought them before. 

“Is… is Chief going to be okay, Miyakuro?”

“I…I don’t know, Hyoudou. Look at him. He’s already broken. He’s only holding on because he’s who he is. Once Coda finds him again, it’s over. And, that’s probably for the best.”

“W-what!? We can’t just leave Chief to that fate—

Your heart breaks a thousand times over as your body is forced to move in means and methods unfamiliar to you, but renders those you love past the threshold of consciousness. Then, between each of your loved ones and staff, she appears with that same smile and rabid gaze to force your body to do to her what you did to your lover.

“No! You listen to me, Hyoudou! Coda made Song ahegao his wives for the first time! For the first time! All the others times, there was just multiple orgasms! He can reliably make his wives have multiple orgasms, but Coda’s so naturally talented at it she turned ALL HIS WIVES TO MUSH WITH HIS COCK! SHE DIDN’T TOUCH THEM, ALL SHE DID WAS SHADOW HIS BODY, HYOUDOU!”

“Holy shit.”

“The two of us and all other males in existence don’t stand a chance, Hyoudou! We’re fucking lucky Coda’s not a dude, and that Song’s enough of a man for her, otherwise all of Reality would be her fucktoy!”

“… C-can we do anything, Miyakuro?”

“Hyoudou… the only thing we can do is make sure the situation stays as it is… otherwise, the world is lost. One mistake… one mistake and we might find all of ourselves NTR’d by Coda using Song as her ultimate weapon. He has the only body in existence that can withstand the techniques she uses on other females… and look at where he is now.”

You have lost track of time. The world is a blur of movement, pleasure, and that ravenous, eternally-hungry gaze. However, there is a moment of hope, a second where Coda shoos away your children with a nice smile, while pushing out a few maids to attend to them and fetch more sustenance. You take hold of one of your swords, the only sword who had a chance of staying true to you, to escape… and you do.

“H-hey… Miyakuro… wasn’t one of Song’s swords on the table, a second ago? T-they’re gone now.”

“Oh, shit! _____ _____ must’ve been compromised! FUCK! Look for—his communicator is gone. SONG’S  COMMUNICATOR IS GONE!”

You were wrong.

You hadn’t escaped.

_____ ______ wasn’t unaltered.

“What does that mean—

The door to your room opens.

There is a complete silence.

Once more you look upon that smile and those ravenous eyes. They are framed by the coy, smiling faces of your loved ones. 

“Hello, Song. I’ve missed you the last hour.” The cool, precise voice remains, but there is bloodcurdling edge to it now. A ravenous hunger that sends shivers down your spine… and elicits a reaction from you that it truly shouldn’t. Not after everything. “But, don’t worry, I know just the right way for your to apologize.” 

You scream for help, but Miyakuro and Hyoudou both do nothing besides bow their heads at Coda. Your most stalwart brothers weep as they can do nothing while you’re taken. You realize, as you’re carried away by the monster, that you’ve ask too much of them.

But, try as you might, you can’t stop pleading for help as you’re carried away by the abyss surrounded by all your loved ones.