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"Kilo-three-one, touchdown in two." The pilot's deep voice buzzed in her ear. She barely heard it over the sound of the rotor blades beating at the air overhead. The Blackhawk sped over the Nevada desert toward their target at top speed. She had done it three times already, but Wilkins checked her weapon again. As if anything would have changed in the past few minutes.

"Instillation went dark a half hour ago," her squad leader, Kilo-three-one (or Mendez, as they knew him off the comms), called over the radio. "Last report stated one of the specimens in their holding cells broke out. Chances are we won't have a welcome party. Command says this is a hot drop. Mission success: secure the facility and find out what happened to the personnel."

They knew the mission, but it was standard procedure to remind them just before they got boots on the ground, especially for Mendez.

"Touchdown in ten seconds," the pilot radioed.

Wilkins took a deep breath reached up to unclasp the strap holding her inside of the open transport bay of the helicopter. There was a momentarily peak in fear at the realization she could very well fall out of the descending bird. But it was brief, and fleeting. She reaffirmed her grip on her rifle, flicked her NVGs on, and licked her lips. Her little cotton tail wiggled behind her in excitement. There was nothing quite like those last few moments of calm, right before-...

"TOUCHDOWN!" the pilot called as the helicopter thumped and bounced on the tarmac.

Her squad was out the doors immediately. Wilkins launched herself out of the safety of the helicopter and bounded quickly ahead of her team. She counted her steps and dropped to a knee on the third. More by reflex than anything, she shouldered her weapon and gazed down the sites. There was an empty hanger ahead of them. The lights were off. The doors were fully open. And there was no welcome party.

Her long ears barely heard the dozen or so boots on the asphalt as the three Blackhawks lifted into the air and headed out. Her squad rushed past her, their knees bent and their weapons at the ready. They took several measured steps past her, almost a half dozen before one took a knee, then another half dozen and the next dropped to his knee, and so on.

Just like they had trained countless times, she sprinted forward when the second in their staggered line dropped to a knee. They leapfrogged all the way to the hanger door. Once they were all there, the radio chatter started. In hushed tones, the three squad leaders discussed their plan.

"There's a control tower to the right of this hanger," a voice Wilkins recognized as belonging to the mission commander said. "Kilo-two-one, take your squad and secure the tower. Work inward from there. Kilo-three-one, proceed through this hanger into the instillation. I'll swing around the left here. There looks like there's a personnel entrance over there. We'll enter through that and sweep inward."

Both squad leaders responded with affirmatives and Wilkins felt her tail start wiggling again! A moment later, the two other squads started leapfrogging in their assigned directions as quiet as the desert wind. It was only when they had rounded either side of the hanger that Mendez motioned them forward with a wave of his hand.

Training took over. No longer in an open, coverless airstrip, they fell in line and hugged the wall. They skirted the empty hanger, moving along the wall toward a door on the far end. They got there without incident, though the fur on the back of Wilkins's neck was standing on end. Somehow, she knew they were being watched.

More often than not, her ancient, engrained prey-animal senses were right on the money. Second in line out of the four of her squad mates, she reached up and tapped Mendez's shoulder in front of her. He stopped and held a fist in the air. They pressed themselves against the wall and started to scan the surroundings.

Through the green lenses of her goggles, she couldn't see anything but the empty hanger, scaffolding to nowhere, and a catwalk up above that was as empty as the room it overlooked. They stood for several long moments, scanning every square inch of the hanger until Mendez waved them forward again.

That feeling didn't go away. She pondered the security cameras she knew had to be in every corner of the hanger, but power was out. The instillation had gone completely black before they arrived!

As they approached the door, Mendez waved them back and they once again pressed against the wall, this time ready for a breach. Wilkins shouldered her rifle and stared around Mendez. She watched as he slowly reached out and set his hand on the metal handle. He gave it an experimental turn and the door clicked open.

Mendez paused, glancing over his shoulder at them. Wilkins imagined his thoughts calling out, asking if any of them saw that. The cougar shrugged and turned his attention back to the door.

Then they were moving. Mendez swung the door ajar and rushed in, both hands on his weapon again. Wilkins moved right behind him, rushing into the dark corridor right behind her squad leader. She felt more than she heard Kilo-three-three, Charles, right behind her, and behind him-...

There was a strangled yelp that ended as suddenly as it started. The three of them whirled and Wilkins dropped to a knee instantly. The door behind them was slowly closing, but Samson, Kilo-three-four, was nowhere to be seen.

"Back through. Fast breach." Mendez whispered behind her.

Without a moment's hesitation, Charles was in motion and Wilkins moved right behind him. Before the door had the chance to latch, Charles slammed his hoof into the metal door and forced it open quickly. He rushed through to the left and Wilkins moved to the right. She swung around quickly, her rifle scanning the corner first before swinging outward in a wide arc as she approached the corner.

Empty.

How in the hell was it still empty!? Samson was just right there! They had barely gotten through the door when he called out and now he was nowhere to be seen!

Her little cotton tail quivered in growing confusion and fear. That made exactly zero sense. They scanned the hanger, looking, searching, trying to find any sign of Samson and his assailant. But there was nothing. Empty. Just like when they got there.

A shrill scream echoed out of the door they had breached and all three of them turned sharply, expecting... well, Wilkins didn't know what she expected to come out. The boogeyman maybe.

"Inside, move!" Mendez hissed.

They rushed toward the door again. Mendez pulled it open and stepped inside and Wilkins moved in behind him. Rather than being taken off guard again, she turned and stepped in backward. As she made eye contact with Charles, or rather his goggles, she gave him a little nod. He didn't say anything, but she saw the gratefulness clearly written in his equine eyes.

The door had nearly closed behind them when it swung open noiselessly again. Wilkins's eyes widened at the monster stepping in behind them. It was big and black, an enormous insect with four long legs, an even longer tail, and a curved head with eyes as black as the night around them.

Panic rose in her chest and she leaned around her tall squad mate. She brought her rifle to bear and squeezed the trigger. One, two, five rounds left her muzzle before Mendez and Charles turned, adding their own fire on target.

The monster shrieked and screamed in a way that almost reminded Wilkins of her feral counterparts dying cries. It recoiled with every hit, but still tried to stagger toward them.

Her rifle clicked and she dropped the magazine. A second later, Charles did the same. The monster, laying in its own ink-like blood, extended an ugly talon toward them. Mendez pulled his pistol with his free hand and fired three rounds into the creature's curved head. At last, it was still.

After he holstered his pistol and changed his rifle's magazine, Mendez looked the two of them in the eye and shook his head. "Little fucker moved fast didn't he?"

Something hot and wet splashed across Wilkins's face and she staggered a step back. Something long and sharp protruded from Mendez's chest. He stared down at the appendage with wild, disbelieving eyes for a moment before his last breath rushed past his lips and he hung limply on the weapon.

Charles firing his rifle brought her back to her senses. Wilkins watched Mendez's limp body flopping about in a fashion not unlike a warm string cheese as the creature that killed him sprinted away. Bile filled her muzzle as she realized the creature was running along the ceiling with their sergeant impaled on its long tail.

Outside, muffled by the door that had finally latched itself with a soft click, another shrill scream tore through the night, followed moments later by more gunfire.

"We gotta get out of here!" Wilkins said, forcing her way past Charles to get to the door. "A dozen guys isn't going to be nearly enough to secure this place!"

The big horse's only response was gunfire. Another of the monsters, or maybe it was the same one, was rushing around the corner and down the hallway after them. She gasped and brought her own rifle to bear. By the time her back pressed against the door, she was dropping her second mag.

"Come on!!" she yelled as she shoved the door open and slammed another mag home. "Come on!" Wilkins stepped back, firing past her companion as he sprinted toward her.

Charles rushed through the door and turned around to slam it shut. He shoved his back against it and planted his hooves. His soft brown eyes lifted to her own and relief began to bleed into the fear there.

Wilkins exhaled slowly and shook her head. They needed to get the fuck out of there now! Whatever those things were, there was no way they were going to get them all! They needed a much, much bigger exterminator!

As she reached up to key her radio, the door burst open, throwing Charles and she to the ground! The air rushed from her lungs as she landed flat on her back and darkness clouded her vision. No, she realized. Her NVGs had been knocked off her head.

As her senses returned, she felt thick cords of... something wrap around her body. The ropes wrapped rightly around her legs and her torso, keeping her arms pinned tightly to her sides. She looked back as she was lifted into the air and watched as her rifle, dropped onto the ground, got farther and farther away.

She groaned and called out as the cords, tentacles she saw, lifted her up into the air and pulled her toward the creature's back. She tried to scream again, but the tip of one of the tentacles wrapped around her plunged past her lips and down her throat. Her eyes widened and she bit down. The tentacle squished between her teeth, but she didn't pierce the skin. As she opened her jaw to try and chomp again, the tentacle regained its shape. She tried several more times before giving up. Somehow, she found she could still breathe easily through her nose.

Beside her, Charles was in a similar predicament. Three of the monster's six tentacles had wrapped around his body and lifted him into the air. He was unconscious, but the rocking and bouncing as the monster carried them into the instillation roused him.

He groaned and his eyes blinked open. "What the fuck happened? Where the-..." His eyes widened as a tentacle plunged into his muzzle. Wilkins watched in horror as his throat bulged outward as the tentacle rushed inward.

When their eyes met, Wilkins's blood ran cold. She'd never seen Corperal Charles that scared in all of her time with him.

She couldn't see much past the few inches separating her and Charles. It was all dark, all blackness. The creature navigated with ease, though. Perhaps, she thought, he had night-vision built into his eyes. That would have been handy.

For what felt like hours, the two of them were carried deeper and deeper into the instillation, bound tightly by those surprisingly resilient tentacles, each with one of them writhing down their throats.

What did the future hold in store for them? Were they food for these monsters? Maybe they were going to play with them, like a cat playing with a mouse before finally eating it. Tears welled in her eyes and she moaned around the tentacle as the fear threatened to consume her.

Her fears became a reality before she could suck in another breath. The monster carried them around a corner into a brightly lit room that resembled what could have been a laboratory once upon a time. A dozen, no two dozen of the monsters milled about, each of them pair off or tripled up. All of them crouched over the bloody mass of what could have been her squad mates. There was no way to know now.

The tentacles lifted her away from the monster's back and dropped her down onto the floor. She grunted and rolled onto her hands and knees. As the tentacle pulled out of her throat, she coughed and gasped for air. Beside her, Charles landed heavily and sucked air desperately into his lungs.

Two bare, black feet stopped right in front of her. People feet! One of the scientists maybe? When she was sure she finally had enough air and strength to move, Wilkins lifted her head and once more her blood turned to ice.

Standing before her was a buxom orca. She was as naked as the day she was born. But she was different. Her head seemed much more curved than it should be. And behind her, six tentacles, much thicker than the ones on the monsters' backs, swayed about like seaweed in a gentle current. And she now had a tail, one not unlike the monsters' tail.

The orca was ignoring Wilkins for the most part. She seemed much more intent on Charles. She considered him, lifting a hand to rub her chin for a moment before finally nodding. "He'll do."

No sooner did she speak than the monster that carried them pounced. Wilkins shrieked, sure she was watching her friend being torn apart beside her. Fabric, metal, Kevlar went flying in all directions as the beast tore away at the equine.

When the monster stepped back, Charles was unharmed. But naked. The orca smiled and hummed thoughtfully as she stepped forward and pushed the horse onto his back.

"Wait, no!" Charles said, holding his hands up in a futile effort to protect himself. "Please don't kill me!"

"Oh, I have something else in mind for you," the orca said as she knelt over him, straddling his waist. "You won't be food."

One of the tendrils floating behind the hybrid orca slithered down through the air and began stroking over Charles's impressive testicles and sheathe. At the same time, the orca reached down between her legs and began rubbing at herself.

At first Wilkins thought it was her imagination, but to her horror, she realized the orca was stroking a long, ridged black cock of her own. She was hard and throbbing only moments before Charles's impressive pole stood at attention.

The orca smiled down at the horse, paralyzed by fear, and guided his thick appendage into herself. As she descended, she arched her back and groaned deeply. Wilkins grimaced at the sound and looked away. The monster that brought them in had left, gone to eat with one of the others.

She contemplated making a break for it. But she didn't know the way out and she was sure there were other monsters lurking in the dark hallway. She'd never make it out alive. She realized as the orca gasped and Charles beneath her gave a deep moan, that she had little choice but sit there and watch the monster woman fuck her friend.

"So big!" the orca gasped as she lifted herself nearly off of the horsecock before impaling herself again. She licked her lips and turned her black eyes on Wilkins. "Stip. I want to see your bunny body."

Wilkins shook her head and pulled her knees against her chest. She didn't trust herself to speak. She was sure if she tried, she would break down and start crying.

"Strip," the orca demanded again, "or I'll let the drones eat you now." She gave Wilkins a look that chilled her to the bone. "I promise, if you play nice, you'll experience pleasures beyond your wildest dreams!"

That was the most foreboding promise Wilkins had ever heard! But what choice did she have? She glanced to the frenzy around her and a chill ran down her spine. Rape at the hands of this hybrid dickgirl orca seemed vastly better than being eaten alive by those monsters. Reluctatly, she lifted her hands and started to pull off her gear and body armor.

By the time she was pulling her BDU off, the orca was riding Charles like he was a prized race horse. More alarming than that, Charles was bucking up against her, nickering and moaning deeply as his hands pawed at the orca's ample breast. It almost looked like he'd forgotten about the monsters all around them or the fact those monsters were eating their friends!

Wilkins looked down at herself and her white fur covered only by the tight sports bra and boxer-brief style underwear she favored. She pondered for a moment keeping them on, but she knew she was going to be asked to take them off anyway. She hooked her thumbs under the band of her underwear and slowly slid them down her thighs. As the cool air rushed over her nethers, she gave a little gasp.

The noise drew the orca's attention. As the woman forced herself down against Charles's hips and held herself there, the hybrid woman moaned deeply and grinned in Wilkins's direction. "You're really quite beautiful. Young. Healthy." She gasped and let her hands raise, holding Charles's palms in place over her ample tits.

Wilkins wanted to cry. She brushed the tears from her eyes and pulled her bra over her head. Finally naked, she covered her modest bust and womanhood with her hands. She tried to ignore Charles's whinnies and his hips bucking wildly against the orca as the two rode out their orgasms, but it was hard to ignore a horny horse and a scary hybrid hermaphrodite.

As the pair slowly settled, Wilkins lifted her eyes to them again and groaned. The Orca was kissing and nibbling along Charles's neck, whispering God knew what into his ear as she pulled herself off of his throbbing penis. As she crawled away, the orca grinned back at the panting horse.

"Still hard?" she asked, then hummed. "I may just keep you." Her black eyes locked with Wilkins and the bunny found herself unable to look away. "And now... your turn, cottontail. Lay back and spread your legs."

Wilkins knew it would be easier for her to just comply and do as she was told, but fear pounded in her chest and she shook her head.

The orca stopped and her brow creased. "I said lay back!" Four thick tentacles lanced outward like lightning bolts, wrapping around Wilkins's ankles and wrists. They snapped outward, pulling her limbs in four different directions and forcing her back against the floor.

As she was quickly stretched outward, her head slapped against the hard tiles and a blue flash erupted behind her eyes. Stars danced in her vision and she was barely aware of the orca settling over top of her. She was brought back to reality in an instant as she felt her womanhood suddenly stretched painfully open by a hard, ridged appendage.

Blinking the stars away, Wilkins stared up at the orca grinning down at her. "Take heart," the orca whispered. "You've got at least a few months to live, yet." Wilkins felt her draw her hips back, pulling that ridged cock out of her before easing it back in. Somehow, the second time the hybrid forced her cock inward, Wilkins felt a desire, a hunger, a need for that cock that wasn't there before.

"If you survive the birth, you'll have several more months after that. And if you survive that birth...." The orca smirked. "Well, we'll see."

Birth!? What scared the rabbit more than the word was the way her belly fluttered at the idea. Birth? This woman was going to impregnate her? She struggled against the tentacles holding her in place as she was gently fucked by that large, alien cock.

She didn't want to be this woman's brood bun! Right? She struggled to bend her knees and pulled against the tentacles restraining her wrists. It was starting to feel good, though. Maybe... no! She wasn't going to allow this! She didn't fancy the idea of a belly bulging with this monster's... monsters!

She arched her back as the ridges dragged against something sensitive deep inside. She gasped and moaned deeply, pushing her hips against the orca's as their bodies met.

"Please..." she pled weakly as she pulled and tugged against her captor's bonds. She didn't sign up for this! If she knew she'd be deployed to some monster's hideout that night, she would have gotten the flu! There was no way in hell she was going to let them eat her!

"Please what?" the orca asked as she leaned down, nuzzling Wilkins's nearly flat chest.

Her nipples hardened instantly. She arched her back against, forcing her chest against the smooth, warm flesh nuzzling against her sensitive nubs. If getting pregnant was going to keep her alive, then so be it. Electricity shot through her again as she felt those ridges glide over that same mysterious spot deep inside. The tip of the woman's monstrous dick pressed against her deepest barrier and she gasped, whining incoherently as her captor stilled.

"Please what?" the orca asked again somewhere above her. It was getting hard to focus on anything but the feeling of that wonderful appendage stretching her tight body.

"Please," Wilkins whined. "Please fuck me! Fill my belly, pleeeeeeease!" She bucked almost violently against the woman atop her, willing those hips to move again. She didn't want to be eaten! She wanted a big belly, round with the orca's offspring! She wanted to feel that life growing inside of her!

She gasped and her eyes opened wide! Her back arched off the floor violently as the orca wordlessly acquiesced to the plea. Their hips slapped together loudly and Wilkins rocked against the tile with each thrust. Her breast bounced and deep, needy moans made it hard to breathe.

"YES!" she screamed. "Yes, fuck me!"

Then she stopped. Wilkins lifted her head and stared in bewilderment at her captor. No. Her queen. Yes. That felt much more appropriate. "Why? Whyyyy? Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!" she screamed.

The world was spinning! Gravity shifted and suddenly she felt soft warmth beneath her and her limbs were free. The queen was on her back. Wilkins was straddling her hips. She was in control! Carefully folding her knees beneath herself, she started to bounce wildly atop the ridged cock, prodding her womb against the tip of the queen's tool almost painfully several times a second!

"Such enthusiasm!" the queen said, laughing musically beneath her. "Just a moment, now!"

Strong hands grabbed her hips, much to Wilkins' dismay, and held her still. She struggled against those hands, but she couldn't move! A moment later, it became clear why. Another hand pressed against her back and pushed her forward onto her hands and knees.

Looking back, Wilkins saw Charles kneeling behind her, his thick mottled cock in hand. What was he doing with that? A moment later, the horse pressed his tip beneath her cotton tail and pushed against her tailhole. Her eyes widened to the sizes of saucers! She'd never done-...

She threw her head back and opened her mouth in a silent scream as the horse pressed his hips against her rump. Fire erupted deep inside, rushing through her like a raging inferno. Her arms and legs nearly buckled and her eyes teared, overflowing with the pain she felt.

There was only a moment's respite before the horse started slapping his hips against her rump, drawing his cock nearly fully out of her stinging tailhole before forcing it all back in. Beneath her, the queen drove her ridged cock up into her tight, overstuffed belly with wild abandon.

The agony drew on and on. Above her, the horse nickered and groaned with every pheromone addled thrust and below her, the queen gasped and moaned encouraging phrases Wilkins couldn't understand. On and one they fucked her. For an eternity it drew on with no end in site until all at once, it was over.

The pain vanished, like it was only ever a figment of her imagination. A new fire filled her body as heat rushed into her belly. Again, Wilkins threw her head back and cried out.

"YES!" she screamed. "FUCK ME! FILL MY BELLY!" She clutched at the woman beneath her, holding on for dear life as more and more of that delicious, fertile heat rushed into her belly. A moment later, she felt the horse still, his hips pressed tight against her ass. Her belly grew hotter as his heat rushed into her bowels, filling her to the brim and beyond. As small as she was and as large as their dicks were, not a drop escaped!

Colors swam before her eyes and her ears began ringing loudly! She curled her toes tightly and opened her mouth for one more noiseless scream. Her body exploded. Fire and electricity and ecstasy she had never imagined enveloped her. She felt her pussy squeeze the dick stretching her out, milking the member for every drop.

And then nothing.

* * * * *

Cetacea quirked a brow and tilted her head to the side. Did the poor little bun bun's heart just give out on her? She lifted her fingers and pressed them to the rabbit's neck. No, there was clearly a pulse there. She chuckled and let her hands slowly slide down the pristine white fur on the bunny's sides. When she came to the sloshing roundness of the newest hosts's belly, she smiled and hummed thoughtfully.

"Wasn't that worth it?" she asked softly, caressing the swell of the young woman's middle.

"Yes," the horse atop them both said.

Cetacea's brow creased and she looked upward at the grinning pony. "Oh," she said and shook her head. "You've served your purpose." She clicked her tongue and two of the drones grabbed him.

The horse yelped, screaming as the drones tore into him with their dozens of needle-like teeth. They pulled him away, yanking his thick cock out of the bunny's ass as they took him for dinner.

To her chagrin, Cetacea felt the horse's seed rush out of the bunny's stretched tailhole, coating both of their lower bodies in thick, hot cum. The young rabbit's belly deflated visibly and she sighed. "Pity. We'll just have to remedy that."

The rabbit breathed a soft sigh as if in response and nuzzled herself between Cetacea's ample breasts. The queen smiled and gently caressed the bunny from the back of her head down along the soft fur of her back. "Soon. Rest now. Let my seed take root. Then we'll have some more fun."