The runner up in the drabble poll with eight votes (ooh, so close) was Futa-Witch. That actually confused me deeply, since there wasn't actually much to that idea other than my noticing one day that the Witch was in a bikini and Zoey was hot, lol. Oh well, people liked it I suppose and since I fucking wrote it I certainly can't judge. Alrighty, shall we?
Special infected were the result of the zombie virus infecting someone with an existing physical or mental ailment. The two things merged and mutated, creating a more powerful offshoot. Smokers were the end result of a fusion with lung cancer, Boomers from diabetes. The only exception were the Tanks, who were mutated through nuclear radiation rather than an ailment.
The Witches, such as the one keeping Zoey and Rochelle, were no exception to this. They were the result of the virus combining with an intense, borderline suicidal woman's depression. How precisely it was able to do this were unknown, but it spread the depression to all Witches. This rose the question of what would happen if a Witch were put into a situation where they could conceivably get passed the depression.
It was impossible for scientists to study in a lab, as any environment they could keep a Witch in without her escaping and killing everyone would be a place where they couldn't try making her happy. But the futanari Witch traveling with Zoey and Rochelle was an interesting case study. The two humans noticed it slowly as the Witch got less depressed and more.. happy.
Towards the beginning their sex was intense and painful, forceful and done to relieve bodily pressure. But the longer they went, the less it was done out of necessity and more out of desire to do so, and to please the two women she was beginning to think of as her lovers. The knowledge that she was actually thinking, not just acting on pure instinct and occasionally blind sadness and rage, was a shock to all of them, especially the Witch.
It was several days before she even realized she was doing it, like when one woke up but hadn't finished noticing they weren't still dreaming. The Witch attempted to speak once she realized how lucid she'd become, but the virus had more or less destroyed that ability, resulting in nothing but strangled screech as she tried. But the humans thankfully managed to realize what she was doing, bringing her in and hugging her affectionately for the attempt.
It wasn't the first time the humans had physically shown their affection for the Witch, especially after heated fucking, but it was the first time the Witch was fully aware of what they were doing. Before they could have more fun however, the ground shook gently as a rather large, dangerous special infected drew near. The Witch let out another strangled groan, this one in frustration as the Tank approached, baring her claws to fight it.
Like hell she was letting the brainless fuck hurt her lovers.