"IT HAS TO BE DONE NYGHT."
"WHY does it have to b–OWWWWWWWW!!!!!"
"This is only the second nail, Nyght."
"ONLY THE SECOND–OWWWWWWWWWW!!!"
"And we still have your other hoof to finish, as well."
"I FUCKING HATE YOU KUNG LAO."
So this is how the undead spend their free time. By putting nails into each other's hooves. Brilliant.
"Hate me all you want, princess. This has to be done." With that Kung Lao brought down the hammer (smaller and less mighty than Shao Kahn's) and drove the nail further into Nyght's foot. Well, hoof.
Nyght gritted her teeth and twitched her horse ears every which way. She hissed like a snake. "I thought Kitana was your princess."
"She is Liu Kang's princess," he said with moderate disgust.
"Oh, am I your–OWWW FUCKING HELL!!!" She screamed before she could finish. Her 'tormentor' brought down the hammer once again, the nail finally in place. Her hissing grew louder, to drown out the pain.
Without a word Kung Lao grabbed another reinforced nail and put it into place. "You are not my princess. I see you simply as a distraction." With that he brought down the hammer again.
"OW FUUUUUCK!!!!!" She slammed her head down on her arm, and began to cry.
Kung Lao sighed and dropped the hammer on the equipment chest. "Are you really crying?" He sounded resigned.
"YES I'M FUCKING CRYING. It FUCKING hurts; what else am I supposed to do? Enjoy nails being shoved up my feet?!" Nyght's eyes were a dull and sickening lavender, signaling this wasn't some ploy to get attention.
"There is not much I can do for you, Nyght." Kung Lao gently let go of her leg, some of her horse hair coming off on his hands. "It has to be done." He couldn't really comfort her; he didn't know how. There wasn't much he could say.
"Why?" She said, her tears clogging up her nose. "Why do I have to go through this? I thought all my pain would wash away when I died, but it's worse after death. Why, Lao? Why?" She turned her head to face him, but couldn't really get a good view.
Lao stood up straight and sighed again. He moved away from her legs, all thick and horse-like, and went to sit at her side. "Your pain is greater after death. Once your body has failed to live anymore, it removes all feelings from your body, the last ones you felt being most prevalent. However, when your life was reanimated, something went wrong. You rejected your own body. Hence as to why..." He gestured toward her body, partially horse but also partially human. "The last feeling you felt was pain and anger, with a touch of elation. So when Quan Chi reanimated you, those last feelings came back, with the addition of your undead emotions. You feel pain, anger, and elation better than we do, as those are your strongest emotions. I am going to assume you do not feel better, after that."
"Only a little bit." She smiled, though he couldn't see it. "What emotion do you feel the most, Lao?"
"Rejection, my dear Nyght."
"Rejection?" She turned to look at him. "Who would reject that lovely face? I'll kill 'em."
Lao smiled, and began to stroke her hair. She purred, which was weird because she was half horse. She liked the attention, he could tell that much. He reached for her ears, like that of a horse, and began to rub them. Nyght moaned softly, obviously pleased by the action.
"I thought I was just a distraction," she said contentedly.
"Some days, you are more," he said simply.
They stayed like that for a little while, as if the concerns of the Netherrealm didn't bother them.
"I must get back to shoeing you," Lao said sadly.
"Fine. But if I kick you again it's your fault." She laid her head down, her tears now dry. He remembered getting kicked from earlier; his hat was still on the ground. He didn't really want to put it back on.
Kung Lao stroked her hair one last time, and stood back up. He sighed once more before going back to her right hoof. He picked up the hammer, grasped onto her leg, and restarted the process again.
Even through Nyght's screaming and cursing, Kung Lao heard his footsteps.
"Sounds like someone is getting tortured. What are you doing to her, Kung Lao?" Liu Kang said as he stepped off the stairs.
"She is still weak from transformation. After this she will be much more resistant." He answered, hiding his distaste for the other man.
As they continued their little dance around each other, Nyght dissected them both. She didn't like Liu Kang; he seemed snotty and very entitled. He acted like Lao's superior. But at times, though, he acted like his older brother. Kung Lao, on the other hand, let it happen. He didn't talk back, didn't tell him how he felt. He swallowed it down but didn't spit it back up, like a professional. Nyght guessed they knew each other well prior... prior to dying. It was still weird that she was dead, yet living. Overall she would rather lose her virginity to Kung Lao. He may have had sharp nails but he seemed like a gentle, thorough lover.
Suddenly Lao appeared in her vision. "How do you feel, Nyght?"
"Like someone just broke my legs. But other than that I'm doing fucking dandy. How 'bout you, Lao?" She asked, sarcastic.
"She has quite a mouth on her, does she not? I wonder what Quan Chi sees in her."
"He sees in me what you lack: talent," she said sassily.
"He sees in you what females are meant for; a toy," he responded.
"OH HELL NO." She pushed her chest off the table she was laying on, but Lao stopped her.
Liu Kang sneered at her. "Kung Lao, try to finish her off soon. We have business to take care of." He purposely left Nyght out of the loop.
"I am almost finished, Liu Kang," Lao said politely.
"Good." With that he turned and walked back up the spiral stairs.
Once he was gone, Nyght relaxed. "Why do you let him boss you around? He's a fucking dick. I thought you were stronger than that."
"I have my reasons." He didn't deny anything.
"I fear I cannot tell you, princess." He went back to her hooves and got in to place to fix the last of the nails. Her demon-horn horseshoes were almost complete.
"I like it when you call me princess. Say it again." She was ready to purr.
"Princess." Lao heard Nyght's soft purring. "I can only call you that when we are alone."
"I'm fine with a secret lover," she said seductively.
"We do not have to keep our sensuality from anyone."
"Hurry up and finish my hooves. I want to test them out." Nyght gave Lao a wink.
Kung Lao got into place and finished off the last two nails. Nyght screamed, but it wasn't as bad as before. Lao dusted of the final product and put away the tools. As much as they planned on using Nyght, she might need an extra set of horseshoes. Demon-horns are strong, but they do not last forever.
"Try walking, princess."
Nyght purred at the continuation on the nickname. She put aside her pleasure and sat up on the table. Lao looked away as he realized her breasts were on full display. She didn't have a set attire yet, so she walked around topless with a cloth covering her more special bits. Of course, her human-to-horse waist and horse thighs were big enough to cover that; it was mainly her lower backside and breasts that needed covering.
"Aw, is someone shy? You can look all you want Lao. I don't mind..." She said sexually. It seemed the succubus part of her was coming out.
"I would prefer not to, princess. I would like to keep my virtue."
"Virtue? Honey, you're dead. The dead have no virtue," she said as she walked toward him. She gently grasped his wrists and stretched out his hands, placing them on her breasts.
His head snapped toward her, staring at her face. He flexed the muscles in his fingers, and felt her small breasts move beneath his skin.
"Do you like them darling? They're not Edenian breasts but they are still quite nice."
"I do not need Edenian breasts," Lao said as he squeezed her chest. What he wanted was what Liu Kang had: a relationship.
"Perfect." She took his nails and raked them down her chest, leaving four long scratches, on each side. "Take me to your room."
And so he led her.