A.K.I.’s Original Teaser Trailer

 A porn parody of this Street Fighter 6 reveal trailer https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TY-k6jYzXtg

            “Which one of these was the herbal medicine again?”

            “Oh yeah… this one….”

            AKI and the Street Fighter 6 Avatar squatted on the ground in Tian Hong Yuan square. The Chinese city was lit with the golden glow of the lanterns. People casually walked across the square around AKI and the Avatar, unaware of the deadly pouches of poison that sat at her feet.

            AKI held a red satin pouch between her fingertips. Her mushroom-shaped hair hid her eyes, but her lips permanently pouted with disdain.

            “…Probably,” she muttered.

            Her snakeskin clothes creaking, AKI stood up. Confused, the Avatar also got to his feet.

            AKI sighed, her head tilting back, an almost orgasmic rush of air exiting her lips as her body became slack, her shoulders drooping.

            And then, in a rush of twisting motion, she was on the floor, folding herself in a spiral of limbs across the ground, her face, with its wide open mouth, lunging at the Avatar’s face like she was a hungry cobra’s.

            The Avatar was knocked back onto his ass, the impact shaking up his tail bone. AKI was on top of him, a black, suspicious ball of medicine between her fingers.  

            “Now here comes the airplane. Say ‘Ahhh…’” she cooed at him, pressing the medicine up to his face.

            The Avatar turned his face away, squeezing his eyes and mouth shut.

            With a metallic SHINK, one of AKI’s poisonous claws extended, and she prodded the reluctant Avatar with it right in the forehead. His eyes and mouth opened instantly, and AKI dropped the poison into his throat, her face manic and giggling.

            The Avatar staggered to his feet, his hands over his mouth, but the medicine was already in his stomach, melting, digesting.

            AKI laughed into her palm before twisting her hand around to admire the clinking metal claws she wore over her fingers.

            “Some poisons can kill people in the thousands with that amount,” she casually said.

            The Avatar turned pale, doubling over, heaving into his hands.

            AKI started to pace around the Avatar, her hands folded behind her back, clinically watching his reaction.

            “Like botulinum toxin it inhibits acetylcholine release, causing loss of muscle tone, lethargy…”

            His body swayed, the strength suddenly sapped from his muscles. His feet shifted anxiously on the ground.

            “Dizziness… visual impairment…” AKI continued, listing the symptoms like a medicine commercial. The Avatar’s vision drifted and blurred. He was sweating now, breathing from his mouth. AKI leaned into his face, twisting her body over his shoulders, watching his eyes dilate and twitch.

            “…difficulty breathing …”

            The Avatar gasped for breath, his whole body starting to shake

            “…heavy eyelids, intense thirst, vomiting, loss of speech, and then…”

            AKI paused, whispering in his ear, her tongue coiling around the last symptom, dipping it in the most delicious, toxic emphasis, “Diarrhea…”         

            SSPPPRRLLTTCCHHH

            The Avatar’s knees wobbled, practically flapping back and forth. The seat of his pants filled suddenly with the squelching, burning splattering mess of his bowels. It expanded outward like a full diaper from the sheer weight of his warm filth. His orangey brown shit ran down his legs and bled through the fabric of his pants and underwear in an instant.

            With a THWUMP, the Avatar collapsed onto the ground face first and with his full, gurgling pants sticking up toward the sky. The rotten sewage stench of shit filled the air like a thick fog.

            AKI watched his pants continue to swell and shift, his body twitching with each farting SSPPRRTTCCH of his spasming asshole.

            “AHAHAHA!” AKI cackled into her palm.

            SSPPRRTTC-SSPPRRTTCHH-SSPPRRLLTT

            The Avatar’s panicking asshole answered her, the shit growing in his pants and drooping more and more between his legs, threatening to rip through his clothes, the once-white fabric of his pants was a wet brownish mess. The Avatar grimaced, feeling the uncomfortable warm slime that was once inside him shift in his underwear thanks to his face down ass up position. He could feel his own shit against his balls, oozing slowly down toward the crotch of his underwear.

            AKI sat down on her knees, prim and lady like next to the unfortunate shitting Avatar. Her hand reached out, touching his back. To comfort him? The Avatar felt himself relax under her touch, but the hand moved, fingertips lashing out at his waistband, fingernails and claws prodding against his skin, yanking his pants and tightie whities down to his knees in one brutal motion.

            SPPLLATTT

            Shit fell out of his falling underwear, spilling out behind him in a slorping wave and splattering against the ground. The Avatar’s toned round asscheeks, his taint, and his dangling ballsack were all caked in dripping, globby diarrhea. He shivered, feeling the cool air against his naked skin, aware that he was completely exposed.

            AKI tilted her head, looking across the naked expanse of his ass from beneath the rim of her hair. Her pouting lips twitched, her fingers fidgeted.

            PPFFRRRBBTT

            A long puffing gust of air belched out of the Avatar’s asshole with such force that it blew the clinging chunks of shit out of his asscrack.

            BBLLRRGgGGG

            The Avatar’s ass gurgled and grumbled. He shook his head back and forth in panic, even as he felt his asshole painfully widen and, at the same time, AKI’s reptilian gaze watching him, watching him open, his butthole stretching to let pass a two-inch wide turd, a thick, hard, almost perfect cylinder. The Avatar squinted in pain, the turd making meaty crackling noises as it pried him open, a tail, a pillar of shit rising out from between his fat cheeks.

            SprrCCH

            With a soft crackle, the ten inch turd broke off from his asshole and fell into the puddle of his diarrhea with a soft SPLAT, sending little droplets of shit against the back of his thighs.

            AKI watched, unblinking as the Avatar’s asshole puckered and pulsed before retracting back into the muddy depths of his asscrack. She squirmed, her hips undulating on their own, the avatar’s ass charming her, placing her under its spell.

            She bent over, twisting her head, her hair coming dangerously close to scraping against the massive pool of shit. AKI squinted between the Avatar’s legs at his shit-covered, heavy balls, so full and sagging that they covered his cock with their mass.

            "hmmm... ingredients..." she said to herself through pouting lips.

            The Avatar tried twisting his head, filled with new fear, but a sudden sharp cramping pang in his guts kept him doubled over on his knees with his chin against the ground.

            AKI’s hand reached between his legs and grabbed the Avatar’s muddy ballsack like she had cupped the pouch of medicine earlier. The Avatar shuddered. His mouth opened and his eyes grew huge. He tried wriggling his ass to shake her grip, but it only made his buttcheeks jiggle and the shit slide off his butt and drip onto the ground.

            BBggLLrrggg

            His guts gurgled.

            “There, there,” AKI said. “This will only take a second.”

            While she spoke, her hand fondled his filthy balls, the threatening claws she wore clinking with each movement. She lifted each fat egg, jostling and lifting it in its sack, smearing the still warm shit around the soft skin of his nutsack with her fingers.

            The Avatar gritted his teeth. Against his will, his body was reacting, stiffening. Excitement and blood flowed to his dick, a sudden erection, harder than he’d ever experienced in his life, his cock a wrought iron rod pointing to the ground, his circumcised cock head swelling and already glistening with precum.

            “AH-HA!” AKI said, triumphant, a manic grin on her face. Her hand struck, a viper letting go of his balls and immediately gripping his shaft.

            Every muscle in the Avatar’s body jolted and in his terror, liquid butt bile sprayed out of his sore asshole like a firehose, extending five feet behind him and pelting the ground. A few unfortunate citizens walked in front of the Avatar just as his ass exploded and had to cover their faces, sprinting in the opposite direction in complete horror.

            “Ough…” AKI grimaced. This new spurt of shit smelled especially bad, spicy and toxic in a way that made even her eyes burn. She twisted her body away, but her hand stayed on the Avatar’s cock. Her shit-covered palm, her filthy fingers milked the Avatar’s dick, pumping up and down the length. His cock pulsed and throbbed in her surprisingly soft hand.

            The Avatar bit his lip, shaking his head from side to side, trying to hold back the floodgates, the swirling contents of his balls. Sweat dripped down his face, his brain was melting, absorbed and swallowed by the sensations of the shit-covered hand commanding his dick. His guts sank and twisted in his body. His muscles tensed. His back arched, lifting his ass even higher into the air like a stretching cat, fighting a losing battle, but refusing to release until the last possible moment.

            SSPPPLLRRRTTT

            AKI slipped her free hand under his orgasming cock, her fingers cupped around his bursting cockhead. His disgusting balls tightened, pumping, and draining with such force that you could hear it. Cum filled AKI’s hand, pooling in it, overflowing in it, dripping over the sides of the makeshift bucket of her fingers.

            The Avatar grunted, baring his teeth and squeezing his eyes. Explosive orgasmic waves burned from his diarrhea-coated spraying rod, up his spine, and into his brain. Every muscle in his body from his back to his hands to his clenching asscheeks was pulled, forced into the singular task of filling AKI’s hand with the precious contents of his balls, his soul in the form of strange white snotty goo siphoned out of his disgraced dirty balls and out his throbbing, pulsing shaft. Her grip remained, holding his pulsing cock, aiming it like a cow’s teat even as it shuddered and vibrated in her grip, the force of his orgasm overwhelming, trying to shake free from her sticky hand.

            And then he was done, spent. Bowels and balls empty, he collapsed on his stomach into twitching orgasmic unconsciousness.

            AKI had long since removed her hands, one covered in shit and the other cupping his warm, steaming cum.

            Her head tilted back toward the heavens, her face screaming with insane laughter and the trailer paused.

            “So, what do you think?”

            The reveal trailer director stood in front of the gigantic monitor, which was frozen on AKI’s laughing face. It was impossible not to notice the tenting bulge in the front of the director’s pants, an almost cartoonish, giant erection. He grinned proudly.

            The rest of the meeting room was not amused. They were horrified, stunned. The Street Fighter 6 development team and the executives of Capcom stared at the director with wide eyes and slack jaws.

            A coffee mug fell out of an executive’s hand and shattered on the ground.

            The director’s smile wilted, but not his erection.

            One executive’s whole body was shaking. The trailer was so shocking, so inhuman, that it filled him with boiling rage. With a wavering hand, he pointed the director to the door.

            “Was it a bit too much?”

            “GET OUT!” the executive screamed. “GET OUT OF THIS COMPANY!”

            Head hung low like a sad puppy, the director shuffled out of the meeting room to collect the things from his desk.