Die Pigs! (Duke Nukem/Worm)
 
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 Taylor twirled around her pole, clad in only a thong and a barely there bra in police colours, while she wore an old fashioned police cap. Her ass hung out, and her new tits, bought by the manager when she had been reduced to stripping for money, bulged in the barely concealing bra for the crowd of cops that had just turned into pigs in front of her very eyes. There had been a flash of light and then suddenly every cop had turned into a pig. 
 
 One girl had tried to run, and had gotten shot for her trouble. The pigs didn’t have the decorum that the police had had. They shot first, asked questions later, and judging from the sounds that she was hearing outside, they were killing just about everyone. Taylor kind of wished that she wasn’t stuck here dancing like her life depended on it, and it likely did. The only reason she and the other girls hadn’t been shot were because the pig cops were controlled by their animal instincts, and apparently, despite turning into pigs, they were still turned on by women.
 
 One girl had gotten so exhausted that she had dropped down, Taylor, as she swung her front towards a set of masturbating pig cops, saw her. A pig cop had walked forward, his shotgun ready, and she had pulled down his pants and blew him. That stopped him and now she was stuck servicing a crowd of pig cops that were going to town on her, fucking each hole of hers and then stepping aside for another pig cop to fuck her holes. 
 
 Taylor herself counted herself lucky for all the exercise she had gotten during her cape career. It was one of the only reasons she had lasted this long. Most of the other girls had collapsed and had become cum dumps for the pigs. Taylor however was feeling that she was starting to flag a bit. She could keep this up just a bit longer, but if there wasn’t something to distract the pigs that apparently found her extremely attractive, then she might end up one of those cum dumps on the floor as well.
 
 Taylor got close enough for the pigs cops to reach and try to grope her tits, but she stayed just out of reach, fondling herself in front of them, pulling down the bra just enough to show a bit of the pasties she had on her nice big breasts underneath before pulling them up again and pulling back to her pole and continued her routine. 
 
 Another girl had made the mistake of getting too close, and had ended up handcuffed to a table and fucked by the pig cops much like her other fellow strippers. She was still there on the table being fucked by another two pig cops that were thrusting their big thick cocks into her as they squealed out. Taylor thrust her hips forward once again and started to finger herself through her thong, showing the pigs that were watching her how wet she was, and she was wet. Part of the gig was that the manager liked his girls to show that the guests weren’t the only ones aroused around here, but the dangers were too. They drank some aphrodisiac before they went and danced. Many times during the private dances, some of the strippers would charge a bit extra, and they would close the curtains to the room and would fuck the guy that had hired them for a private “dance.”
 
 Taylor herself had done it once or twice, it paid well, and the aphrodisiac was extremely strong. She might have even been tempted to try it if she wasn’t hoping for something to distract the pig cops so that she could go for her secret stash of weapons in the vents beside her pole.
 
 Suddenly there was the sound of a rocket and an explosion. The pigs turned to the door and Taylor knew she had spotted her chance. Taylor darted to the vent, pulled it off, and crawled inside. 
 
 Frankly, in this world’s version of America, it was ridiculously easy to get a gun, especially a high powered minigun of all things. Apparently the gun companies made a killing off of selling miniguns and other things. Taylor had gotten herself a small one, only fired varmint rounds, but it fired a bunch of them, and fired them fast.
 
 Taylor from her spot in the vent saw step in and blast away a pig cop. Taking her chance with this new person serving as a good enough distraction, Taylor crawled back to the entrance of the vent and started unloading her minigun into the pig cops that she could see. 
 
 She ripped apart the closest pigs that she could see, mulching one’s head and annihilating another’s legs, leaving it to bleed out on the ground, meanwhile the blond haired buff guy blew away another two before tossing a grenade and blowing apart three more.
 
 Taylor shifted her aim and supported her distraction by blasting away some pig cops that had dived behind the bar and had popped up, before jumping down from her vent as she dodged a few blasts from a few pig cop’s shotguns. The man turned and put down the last few of the pig cops that had shot at her. 
 
 Taylor got up from the ground and looked at the carnage as the red muscle shirted tough guy came up to her.
 
 “Hey babe, nice shootin, you got a name?”
 
 “Stage name or real name?” The muscle man smiles, and Taylor couldn’t help but notice his erection as he stared at her, Taylor was flattered but pushed it to the side as there wasn’t exactly time to try to get the flame she had since the start of her performance extinguished.
 
 “Whatever works babe.”
 
 “Taylor Hebert, and yourself?” The muscle man struck a pose.
 
 “I’m Duke Nukem!”