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Here you go! Took a long time, for which I am deeply sorry. But here it is!!!

Christina woke up, a tickling sensation working its way down her soft buttocks. She opened one eye, immediately regretting the decision as harsh sunlight jumped at the opportunity to assault her pupil. Letting her eyelids handle the light, she squinted both eyes open and let her deep brown eyes grow accustomed to the sunlight which was so seldom seen these days. She kept her eyes trained on the sky, fingers reaching down between her muscular thighs to scratch the tickling away. Something velvety and cool slipped itself over her lithe fingers, the pads of her index finger slipping along her moistened ass. "What the hell is all over my ass?" She was completely bewildered. "And why am I naked?" Christina brought her fingers up in front of her face, a thick, pale white substance slowly oozing down them. Twirling her fingers around each other a little, she separated them and watched as the viscous fluid stretched a lone strand between her index and middle finger. She smiles fondly, the events of the night before coming back to her memory. It was the potent seed of her equine lover, Jake. The two of them had made sweet love right where she lay, and she had allowed him to release his fiery load inside of her because the two of them were a separate species. She was doomed to never bearing his foals, but that didn't detract from their relationship in any way. Before the dragons wars, they were even planning on artificial insemination. Lord only knew if that would ever come to fruition. She smiled, drawing the moistened fingers across her soft lips, the substance shining in the daylight. She licked her lips, the sweet liquid lubricating them nicely. Reaching between her inner thighs for more, she extended her broad tongue and drizzled the thick semen onto its glistening surface. She continued this until she could smell and taste him with every movement of her mouth. The ground beneath her naked form was dark with his seed and her juices, the fervent lovemaking evident in the small clearing. Her clothing was piled neatly next to her, the metal lumberjack's helmet planted over the top to hold everything down uniformly. A note was scratched into the dirt next to it.

Boss needed a team leader for a raiding party. Had to leave early. Go see Erik, and then the General has a special mission for the two of you.

Love,

Jake

P.S. You're just as good at that as ever! How you stay so tight I'll never know!

Christina giggled to herself, proudly massaging her nether lips. "Can't spend all day sitting here playing with myself!" She thought, standing up and wiggling her thick hips through the form fitting panties. Brushing a few leaf fragments from her body, her sports bra followed. A tank top was next, then the cargo pants which were a few sizes too big, then a big green kevlar vest, socks, boots, and lastly she picked up her helmet and walked over to the infirmary. She looked from cot to cot, but there was no sign of neither Shelley nor Erik. She walked up to the first nurse she could find, bent over the cot of a violently shaking patient. It seemed clear that he was in need of medical attention that was far beyond the capacity of the war torn infirmary's.

"Excuse me, nurse? Where's Erik?" Christina asked, lips pursed together firmly in anticipation of a bad answer.

"Good morning, Christina. He's out at the range getting back on his feet," Christina nodded, walking out from the white tent and towards the sound of gunfire. She came upon an odd scene. Shelley stood behind Erik, hands covering her ears. He was leaning against a set of crutches, assault rifle in hand. He was putting round after round into the bulls eye of the targets on the far side of the range.

"OI! ERIK!" Christina shouted, waving her arms back and forth over her head, toned arms feeling strong and fast in the wind. He looked up, immediately ejecting the magazine and cycling the chambered bullet out, catching it in one hand.

"OI yourself!" He shouted back sarcastically, wincing as he put the gun down gingerly.

"How are you, Erik?" Christina asked, smiling at him and hugging him warmly as she reached the shooting bench.

"I'm going about 2% better than I was when I was unconscious. Thanks to you, though, I'm alive. I owe you big time," Erik said. It was true, he still looked like... well... shit, for lack of a better term. His scales had paled, his eyes had paled from their powerful electric blue, and deep angry scars littered his body. In some spots entire scales had been ripped from his body, leaving his shining underbelly exposed. Bandages littered his body, and his body shook gently constantly, punctuated at random by more violent spasms. Christina could see how badly his body had been ravaged, but even in his weakness Erik showed none. His face was solid as stone, eyes set in a permanent squint. "Don't worry, though, Christina. Before long I'll be right back out there, kicking ass and taking names. I've always been a quick healer," On the inside, however, Erik felt very much the opposite. He'd never sustained such crippling wounds before in his entire life. Hell, he'd never even broken a bone before. Every time he inhaled his ribs would creak and groan angrily, stabbing pain into the depths of his body. His eyes went in and out of focus without warning, causing his head to throb. It was going to be a long road to recovery. He turned his gaze to Shelley, her light blue skin shining in the sunlight. Thankfully it wouldn't be a lonely one.

The days passed by, Erik working harder and harder each passing moment in order to prepare his body for fighting. This war was far from over, and each day the attacks on the base got more and more ferocious. The resolve of the soldiers was wearing thin, but not as thin as the supplies they had to spread between all of the hardworking soldiers stationed at the dam. Christina was overseeing much of the defensive operations, with Erik helping in a reference role. The dragons were getting desperate it seemed, hurling more and more at the dam whenever they would attack. Somehow, the human forced managed to repel the attack each time, barely hanging on by the skin of their teeth.

Christina pored over maps of the region spread out on a plastic table, hands massaging the bridge of her nose. "What we need to do is get reinforcements. It's that simple, it's the only way we can get people outside the perimeter to sandwich the enemy the next time they attack," Erik said. "It's the only way we can do it."

"Well yeah but where the hell are we going to get reinforcements? Far as I know we're the only people alive. At least in our vicinity," Erik leaned back in his chair, drawing a deep breath.

"We're going to have to find more people. We need more men, it's that simple," Erik said, shaking his head exasperatedly. He turned to the aide next to him. "Check around if anybody has heard of other human or animal settlements in our area. Get me the info back in ten minutes!" Erik said, saluting the soldier as he rushed out of the room. "We just have to make contact with other humans. A 2 man team would fit the bill perfectly,"

"You don't mean..." Christina began, cut off by Erik.

"I do mean. I ride out of here to go find more of the resistance!"

"You're in no condition, Erik. Think it through a little bit, it's only been a few months since your accident. I mean, it wouldn't be an easy journey!" She said, her voice carrying a pleading tone.

"If we just wait it out we'll all die anyway, Christina. The dragons will eventually crush through the dam and then what? I won't get any special privileges then. Either way it won't be easy,"

"No, but you don't need to go, Erik. I can take somebody else. Anybody else..." She said. "We can't lose you," Erik stood up, leaning heavily against the table. It was true, he wasn't fully healed yet. But, with the dragon military breathing down his neck and the lives of all his friends on the line, he needed to. Nobody else would be able to handle the job properly.

"You find somebody else, Christina. Somebody as capable as me. You have one week to do it, and if you can't find somebody who can beat me in a fight, then I am going. Deal?" Erik said, staring coldly into her eyes. He was confident that he would be prepared for the journey by then. At least he would be capable, since his dragon body healed at an accelerated pace. He walked out of the room, angrily slamming the door shut behind him. Christina let out a frustrated sigh, wracking her mind for somebody who could fight Erik and win. He couldn't be fully healed yet, that's just impossible. So it shouldn't be that hard to find a person who can best him in a fight. Can it? Famous last words. She thought to herself, laughing aloud. She wouldn't have long to find one at the rate the dragon attacks were progressing.

She was about to fold up the map when an explosion punched through the air, followed by tortured screaming from outside. She rushed to the rack, grabbing her helmet and had nearly pulled the door open when Erik dashed inside and slammed it shut. Seconds later there was a deafening blast, the sheet metal building rippling with the force of the blast. He had thrown Christina to the floor, covering her body with his. He rolled off her as quickly as he'd dove to cover her, grabbing a rifle from the rack and kicking down the door with a brutal kick. The Machine had taken over again, he was in killing mode, and he was sure to do just that.

Erik no longer felt any pain. His senses were sharpened to an edge that he hadn't felt in ages, heart thundering in his chest to push the blood through his body to his muscles. His chest heaved with each breath, and his hearing was suddenly taken away as an explosion went off right next to where he was running. Dirt showered down onto his mining helmet, and he staggered through the fiery cloud, lips torn back into a vicious snarl as he charged to the defense point. He reached the outer perimeter, looking up the hill into a sea of blue dragons charging towards them, the air thick with their fire. The dam's defenders opened up their weaponry into the wave of dragons, the large mounted machine guns spraying lead death upon the attackers. It was a terrible way to fight, just charging directly into your enemy's kill zone... Erik thought to himself patiently, as he shot perfectly placed round after perfectly placed round into dragons that were leading the pack. There were alarms going off over the dam's PA system, and soldiers were streaming out to the East gate to stall the enemy advance. Erik's gun clicked, and he reached for a magazine from his vest. Shit! He'd grabbed the wrong gun, this was Christina's! The caliber was wrong! He looked around frantically from behind cover, seeing an M240B out on the ground next to a soldier who was writhing in pain. Erik crouch-ran to him, grabbed the gun in one hand and the guy's vest in the other, dragging him behind cover.

He relieved the wounded soldier of his ammunition, loading a fresh belt into the gun and picking it up as if it were a mere feather. He lined up the sights into the throbbing mass of bodies, and jerked the trigger back against the rear guard. His hearing was still gone, but the star shaped flash from the muzzle and the vicious hammering against his shoulder let him know that the weapon was operating perfectly. Shells and belt links showered the ground to his right as he loosed hundreds of bullets towards the attackers. Blood sprayed into the air, the sight of his enemies falling bolstering him to fight. Releasing a primal roar, Erik's fangs glinted in the sunlight, his muscular arms shining from sweat in the sun. He felt the recoil stop, heat haze rising from the boiling barrel after the brutal salvo. He knelt down, sliding another belt into place, head on a swivel as more and more enemies poured towards the base. This was the first time in a long time he'd actually fought, and it felt good. He hauled back the charging lever, letting it forward with a crisp snap, his ears beginning to register sounds again.

He stood up again, and began to fire into the crowd haphazardly. One dragon sprinted and leaped over the barbed wire fence, landing in front of a reloading soldier. Erik turned his aim onto the dragon with precision, firing three quick bursts into its back. It fell, dead, next to the soldier who nodded his thanks to Erik. More and more dragons had made it into the courtyard past the fence, and Erik shouted in his deepest voice, "Fall back! Hold them at the courtyard! FALL BACK!" He turned to the fence once more, slowly walking backwards as plasma shells screamed over his head, sending sparks shooting off the sheet metal of the dam's building. He shot dragon after dragon, kneeling in the tall grass to set up covering fire for the retreating soldiers. A wave of dragons gapped the defenses with a hellish roar, and were chopped down by Erik's fire. The humans were... What?!? Shooting towards the dam?

Erik glanced over, his heart almost stopping. There were dragon special operations troops coming out of the water from behind them! All of the humans were locked in combat, pinned to what little cover remained in the courtyard. Erik looked back at the now abandoned wall which was completely overwhelmed by the enemy by now. He cemented the trigger back in its furthest lock, bullets shredding through the dragons like butter. But they just. Kept. Coming. There had to be more than 10 thousand of them all at once, rushing the front gate to take over the base. Erik's gun stopped firing suddenly, gas feed rod glowing bright cherry red in the sunlight. He set it down, looking around for something to fight with. There was an old Mosin Nagant rifle on the ground, bayonet dripping with purple blood. It was a shock to see such an old weapon, but then Erik remembered how popular they were in America due to their low cost and impressive firepower. He sprinted to it, the wall's conquering force focusing their aim on him. He grabbed it, throwing himself to the dirt. Please be loaded. PLEASE BE -click! Empty! He rolled to the side before jumping up and sprinting to the wall as fast as he could manage. The dragons were stunned, their weapons empty from their extended covering fire. Erik took advantage of that, ramming the bayonet through the eye of the first dragon in line at full running speed. It screeched in words that Erik couldn't understand, but he kicked it off the end of his rifle and thrust with all his power into the stomach of the second dragon. The huge bayonet rammed through the armor plated with a sickening crunch, staggering the dragon back as blood dripped down to Erik's hands. Erik kicked down the dying dragon, whipping his combat knife from its sheath. The dragon in front of him cast his rifle to the ground, ripping the helmet from its head and roaring at him, both hands pounding its chest. It drew the ceremonial sword of one of the dragon officers, and charged Erik with it clasped in both hands. There was a glint of lightning on the clear day as the sword sailed through the air at speeds that Erik couldn't believe. He barely got his hands up in time to parry the blow to the side. Before he could react, the blade flashed in the air again. Erik skidded to the side, the sword cutting a deep gash in his left arm, blood gushing out onto the ground.

Erik saw the blade flash again, a wicked grin on the other dragon's face. Erik saw his end coming at the point of the katana, but decided to change his fate at the last second. He stepped through the dragon's reach point, and jammed the knife up in between its ribs. Erik released the knife, stepping back as the dragon roared in pain this time. It grabbed the knife, ripping it out and throwing it far off in the distance. Erik had given the dragon a second chance, and the enemy officer was going to take it. "FUCK! YOU!" Erik yelled at his adversary, but the dragon had the sword up in the air and was bringing it down to slide Erik in two. Erik reacted on his first instinct, raising his hands above his head and catching the blade to the palm of his hand. It hurt like a mother fucker, but it kept Erik alive for now. This dragon fought like no other he'd seen before. He fought like... Like Erik did!

Erik pushed the blade off to the side, jumping forward with a solid punch to the dragon's face. He grabbed onto both of the officer's hands, kneeing it in the balls through the armor. No effect. The enemy rammed its head into Erik's face, but Erik held fast to the dragon. Their arms were shaking from the struggle, and Erik fell onto his back, dragging the enemy down on top of him. The tip of the sword was tickling his cheek, and it was all he could to to keep the dragon from running it through his mouth and down his throat. He felt it pierce his cheek, and felt the cold metal against his cheek. The dragon drooled onto Erik's face, the thick, hot saliva merely an afterthought at Erik's life flashed before his eyes. He was going to die here. Die now. He wasn't going to save Earth at all. Erik's arms were failing, and no help was coming. Tears ran from his eyes, mixing with his own blood as it leaked out of his war torn body. He had been defeated. But the struggling stopped, and the blade ceased ripping a hole in his face. It drew out slowly, and Erik felt the huge dragon get off of him. It placed the tip of the sword in the dirt, kneeling down towards Erik. It looked up, standing, and offered Erik a hand. He was confused and in a lot of pain, but he grabbed the hand.

The dragon officer pulled Erik up from the dirt, supporting him with a shoulder. It handed Erik its sidearm as they hurried towards the dam as fast as they could. Erik couldn't believe his luck! The dragon officer reamed the sword through the back of one of the enemy dragons, slicing down another as it turned to see its own commanding officer defecting to the humans. Erik began to loose shots from the strange plasma gun, dropping soldier after soldier as they tried to stop the officer from defecting, and Erik from surviving. Without warning, the fighting stopped suddenly. The remaining dragons dropped their guns, fierce eyes leveled at the deserting officer. The humans and anthros slowly peeked out from their battle positions to see what the hell was going on. The dragons turned and left the dam as quickly as they came, all of them spitting at the deserting officer in turn.

"Why are they leaving?!?" Erik yelled, voice slurred from the blood collecting in his mouth.

"Is dragon... How you humans say it? Policy. Officer of my status deserts during battle, battle is called off for 24 hours to rally troops," The officer said, accent thick. Erik shook his head slowly, thanking his lucky stars.

"Thank you. Thank you so much," Erik said, standing on his own feet.

"Do not thank me yet, half breed. They are going to kill us all tomorrow at this time. I must speak with your commanding officer," He said.

"Men! Back to the wall! Get repairing the damage! Get the wounded taken care of! They can attack again at any time!" Erik ordered in his most commanding voice available. "I will bring you to him," He said in a lower voice. The two of them made it to the door to the general's quarters before stopping. "I need you to leave your weapons. And Armor if you don't mind, I can't trust you just yet," The dragon officer nodded.

"Not that you could fight me off anyway. I can still kill your general if I so please, and nobody will be able to stop me," He said. "Do not worry, half breed. I will not do that. I have a plan to end this worthless war," Erik nodded, realizing that it was completely true. He opened the door, following the officer inside. "Good morning, General. I am Captain Raj. You may refer to me as Raj. I am responsible for you being alive right now," The dragon said, standing in front of the general. Erik was tense, sweat collecting on his brow in the tense situation. It had been an error to bring him here! Suddenly, the dragon knelt down and put his hands on the back of his head. "I pledge my allegiance to you," The general was as surprised as anybody was, face showing surprise for a mere instant.

"Very well, Raj, who are you and how are you responsible for my survival today?" General Provencher asked.

"Because I defected from my own military during a major engagement. It is procedure to end a conflict immediately to negate the risk of other soldiers defecting. You have a 24 hour grace period, despite the fact that we were moments from crushing all resistance here. It was the half breed, here, who convinced me you were worth joining. I have never seen somebody fight so fiercely before, and to defend people who had cast him out in earlier life. That is why I am going to help you win the war, which we will be doing. I have important intelligence that you can use," Raj said, standing and saluting General Provencher. "I know the locations of all human resistance pockets. Yours was first chronologically, so we weren't going to progress until you had been wiped out completely. Then we would turn out sights on the other, weaker groups,"

"I see. How will that information help us, if we've only got 24 hours?" The General asked, his aides bringing chairs for Raj and Erik. Erik was feeling severely nauseous from the blood loss.

"It will not help you, General. It will help only Humanity and Earth as a whole. There is no way you will survive the next attack, as each attack increases exponentially in force. Everything the dragons do is carefully calculated and follows a strict routine," Raj continued. "You must send a small team to contact all of the other groups, sneak them out on light transports and hope to god that when you surrender you are merely captured as slave labor. Once the humans are united, they will eventually fulfill the quota of costs that will warrant the dragons pulling out of the engagement. As of right now, the casualties you have inflicted on us represent one-tenth of the expended military resources that signal the dragons that it's time to pull out." The general leaned back, nodding.

"It's as I suspected. I had plans to get Erik and Shelley out of here at the least,"

"I am sorry, sir, but Shelley must be turned over to the dragons. She is royalty to them, she can do a diplomatic job from the dragon council," Raj spoke, shaking his head. "I am sorry, half breed, but it must be this way. It only serves to improve our survival chances."

"No way! I can't turn her over to those beasts, they'll kill her!" Erik said, head reeling.

"No, half breed, they may not kill her. As I said, she is royalty. They are sworn to protect her at all costs. You must let her go, or else she may be killed in battle once we are on the run."

"I will consider it. Only if she decides it prudent," Erik said, hands shaking violently.

"General, allow me two hours to prepare my plans after I take stock of your facilities. If I am correct in my assumptions, we will have less than twenty four hours before the next attack," Raj said, standing and saluting sharply.

"As you wish. This is grim news, I'm sure you understand," Provencher replied. "I will inform the men in the meantime to surrender once the dragons invade and you are out," All parties saluted and went their separate ways, Erik immediately rushing to the medical tents for emergency treatment. He wouldn't have long, and he needed to be stitched up and needed a blood infusion badly. Once the necessary work was done, he went and found Shelley in their quarters.

"Shelley, I need to talk to you about something," He began, stopped as she ran to him and pressed her body against his.

"I've already heard, my love. We're going to have to separate for a while, and we don't have long before we must," She kissed him deeply, ignoring all the dirt and sweat smudged onto her skin. She pulled back quickly, removing her clothes in one swift movement, Erik struggling to do the same in his combat uniform. Her large blue breasts spring free of their holds, nipples pointed erect directly at Erik. "Breed me, I want to be laden with your eggs!" She moaned out to him, his cock spreading outward from its sheath, his grapefruit-sized balls hanging low on his body. She knelt in front of him, long tongue lapping at the heavy orbs, sensing the great amounts of semen trapped within. His dick was pulsing with his every heartbeat, pre cum slowly leaking out from the tip in anticipation. She looked up at him, full ass projected from behind her in her seductive kneeling pose. Her broad tongue stroked up the length of his cock one way, drawing a bead of pre and swallowing it before it could cool in the air. She moaned into him, taking him into her mouth fully before releasing him. "Breed me, Erik, breed me hard!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, tears collecting in the corners of her fine blue eyes. She bent down over the bed, spreading her ass cheeks apart to reveal her plump sex which was dripping liquid down her thick thighs. Her tail was lain over her back, her tail hole twitching with anticipation. Erik pressed up behind her, lining his dick up with her tender sex, dragging it across the opening a few times before plunging into her. He leaned forward as he began to pump into her, hands grasping her firm double D breasts to pull her back onto him. He expanded his cock as hard as he could, hammering her with lewd slapping noises. She moaned deep and loud, repeating his name over and over. Erik was sweating profusely, working hard to ram his dick home inside her. He felt his orgasm mounting, and prepared himself for true breeding. His cock spread twice as thick as before, the tip firmly rooted to her cervix. She was screaming nonstop now in the pure ecstasy, as Erik hit her deep inside with his steel rod. He released a flood of hot dragon semen into her, feeling her stomach bulge with the unadulterated cum that would be locked inside her for months to come. He roared as he came, his fingers drawing blood on her hips where he was pulling her backwards onto him with all the force his body could muster. Just as suddenly as he came, she did, as well. Her juices mixed with his, but were stopped from escaping her body by his enormous cock. They swirled around his member, causing Erik's eyes to cross from the pleasure. He fell onto her, and she turned around on his dick to lay on top of him, her thick thighs warm against his skin. Her breasts forced themselves onto Erik's strong pectoral muscles, and the two passed out, tied to each other by the fierce dragon breeding. Before long, Shelley would be plump with eggs, her womb filled to the bursting point with more cum than any other dragon had ever produced in recorded history.