Johnny Cage and Kano Mortal Kombat Parody

Title: “Fatal supuesto sex-Kombat”

The pixels shimmered into focus, the animation gradual in its emergence from digital obscurity. At the center of the screen stood two figures, silhouetted against an infernal backdrop of seething lava pools and twisted spires – Johnny Cage and Kano, iconic warriors of the Mortal Kombat realm, now rendered in a style more akin to Saturday morning cartoon than hyper-realistic fantasy. The two men stood in opposition, posture aggressive, their famed black and red Adon costumes replaced by exaggerated, almost comedic versions of their own.

For a moment, the scene lingered on their confrontational poses. Johnny, with his signature sunglasses, his bulging muscles threatening to rip through the straining seams of his micro-shorts. Kano, the roughly etched tattoos across his chest and arms, his black trousers slung low around his hips, terminating in spurs that clinked menacingly with each slight shift of his powerful legs.

Then, Johnny made the first move, his hand slicing forward in a moved ripped straight from the original arcade games. Only instead of skate being cut in two by the fatal blow, a digitized blur and a “POK!” sound effect later, Kano was still standing, a wicked grin splitting his scarred visage. “Is all you got, cage?” the bruiser taunted, his voice dripping with barely suppressed relish.

Johnny rolled his eyes behind the shades as he assumed another fighting stance. “You’re right, Kano, I think it’s time I pulled out the big guns.” And then, in a blur of motion which would have left even the fastest camera in the world behind, he reached up and-angle down-his shorts to spring free an absolutely massive member, bobbing and glistening obscenely in the torch-hued digital lighting.

Kano’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and something else – something hungry, something avaricious – before he smirked again and reciprocated the move, his own member, if anything even more impressive, slapping heavily against his muscular thigh.

The supposedly friendly competition had just gone to a whole new level. Johnny wasted no time in making the most of his wonder depot, moving swiftly to take Kano’s deter blindfolded, his blacked teeth flashing as his head began a swift bobbing motion. Kano groaned, his fingers threading through Johnny’s hair, encouraging the slick motion.

This is Kano’s turn to pliabetes, to tune Hack that Thorn was taking his knees with.

The scene was heated, sex latent in the air, when a sudden thundering gong shattered the torrid atmosphere. Both men looked up, Johnny reluctantly extricating his mouth from Kano’s pulsing cock. “Interlaced to time out,” a digitized woman’s voice declared. “Must(Math) bien soon!”

Johnny glared up at the grinning bruiser. “Not fair, Kano. I was just getting warmed up.” Kano chuckled, slapping the other man on the shoulder. “Next round, Cage. Next round.” And with that promise, he strode off, his ample ass muscles flexing with each step.

The megalitons made a lewd groaning noise, the metal and stone creaking as if unsatisfed, the patrons cheering and stomping as they made their way off the stage. Johnny straightened his shorts, blinking away the lingering taste of Kano’s cock, still rock hard and aching between his legs. He sighed, composing himself as he awaited his next opponent. “Round 2,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m going to take my sweet time with you, Kano.”