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"Command this is Surveyor One, still no activity outside the impact object" chirped the black box for the umpteen millionth time. The recording was being played in front of Military and political leaders from around the world, or rather, what was left of it. It had been a month now and there had been nothing but dust coming out of the gigantic piece of what they could only assume was another planet or moon that had crashed into Earth's Eastern Hemisphere and wiped most of Asia out on impact. The resulting cloud of debris had all but blocked out the sun on this side of the Earth, giving it a rather creepy 24/7 night and gloom. For a while they were entirely focused on relief efforts, providing aid to survivors and searching for others that may still be trapped. But as the searches grew closer to the impact sight, strange things started happening, namely, search parties went missing.

So they started with drones, sending remotely controlled UAVs over the object to have a closer look. The only problem was the remote control part of the remote controlled UAVs failed once they got too close. At first they thought they were being shot down. So they sent two and had one watch the other as it crossed over whatever barrier seemed to be causing the loss of control and watched as the drone just spiraled down after losing input from command. They realized it must have been some kind of high-energy interference that was blocking control input and scrambling the automated circuits. So the next part of the recording came as no surprise.

"Electro-Mag readings are still off the charts" continued the report from the ship "heat readings are being... blocked... we can't tell if something is inside or not. But we're seeing something else Command. We've got quite a few casualties around the crash site." Now you might be thinking 'Well duh, a giant rock hit the planet!' While that is true, that would leave dust and skid marks on what was left of the ground, if anything at all. Bodies, had to have come afterwards. So what the hell had happened?

"Some appear to be civilian, but we have confirmed at least one SRT is down, there may be more. Most of the bodies look like some of the remaining wildlife have gotten to them already. They appear to have been, partially eaten." Such observations were normally met with whispers of concern or side comments. But the only sound in the room besides the recording was only heard by those wearing headphones to listen to a translation. Everyone in the large room was sitting in utter silence as they had been since the recording first started, including Fleet Admiral Alexander Rayne, highest military command over the American Air Fleet. The towering silver fox sat patiently, listening to every word while his attendants took notes, each assigned to listen for specific categories of details. This mountain of a male was more invested in the contents of the recording then anyone else in that chamber. Why? Because it was his men's voices that were on it.

"Some are showing signs of close quarters combat. Stab wounds to the chest, abdomen, throat and neck area, and..." there was a pause as the observer swallowed a bit of bile that rose up in his throat "eyes..." he finished. They all waited for the answer to the question that was boiling on everyone's mind, some even leaning close with pen tips quivering over tablet pads for recording notes. An attendant swiped through some of the images that were captured in time with the recording and projected them to the center of the room on the holo-field. A three dimensional image appeared and slowly rotated so all could see. Some of the viewers leaned forward to get a closer look. One representative from the UK, a young snow leopard male, stood and opened his maw to make an inquiry but a look from the Fleet Admiral shut him up. Questions were best saved for the end. The young consultant's question was answered shortly afterwards anyway.

"We can see signs of firefights near the SRT bodies, it looks like Emerald team... Captain Hayes' group. But there are no bodies with GSW's." The question on everyone's mind had been answered, were any of them killed by any kind of gunfire? The answer was obviously no, but the new question of course became...

What the hell were they shooting at?

"Lieutenant" another voice came on, the pilot "I can see a good spot to land just on the other side of that ridge."

"Roger that" the Lieutenant replied "Helm cams on, check weapons, check scanners..." the Lieutenant took a careful breathe and then said firmly "take us in..." The scene on the holo-field shifted from recorded high detailed images to eight separate screens with recorded video. Eight views inside the observation dropship. The heavy steel groaned as the engines rumbled and roared on either side, slowly whining down to a dull growl as the ship began to descend. Eight males in combat armor with weapons in paw, locked and loaded ranging from high-energy plasma burst rifles to shotguns loaded with Tungsten slugs. They had no idea what to expect down there so they wanted to be ready for anything. The ship touched down and the eight males hopped off the sides and onto the ground, spreading out to cover their perimeter. A tall Bengal tiger stepped up to the front and took a moment to look up at the enormity of the structure... the Lieutenant... He turned and looked back at his men and gave the order.

"Hope you pissed before we left boys, it's game time. Survival orders, we're not playing any hero games today. If you see something move, shoot it. Initial reaction is retreat and we do NOT go back for the dead is that understood?" His words were met with a single resounding 'Yes Sir' from each male as one unit. "Alright then, let's take a look." With that, the Lieutenant turned back to the structure, shouldered his shotgun, and lead his men into the unknown.

"Keep it tight..." the Lieutenant growled softly as his team stepped slowly into the darkness of the first cavern. The structure itself seemed to be made entirely of stone, the dust from the initial blast that had travelled with it through space had frozen during the trip to form long crystalized spires that travelled upwards towards the sky, but the impact seemed to have created a series of deep cracks and crevices that ran well... who knew how deep but it was a place to start.

Each soldier flicked on the night vision for their visor as they moved as a single unit, watching each other's backs and searching for any sign of life, movement, or anything at all really. They were looking for answers, not a fight, so if they found any information the goal was to hightail it out of there with the dropship's black box intact and get it back to HQ to be analyzed. The problem with the electro-magnetic field is that it seemed to be just a barrier of sorts. You couldn't get any communication in or out of it but once you were inside, communication worked... sort of.

"Cap you still with me?" the LT asked into his radio.

"Barely" the pilot's voice crackled back through a lot of static "you go any further into that thing and we might lose connection LT, it's your call. The Bengal hesitated and glanced around at his men. They'd only made it a dozen or so meters into the object, barely past the outer shell. They all looked at him with the same stern gaze. They wanted to know what happened to their torn up brothers outside.

"Copy, descending further. If you don't hear back before mission cutoff you return to base. Over." The LT replied and continued on with his men.

The inside was very cave-like in structure, several corridors of cracks that went off in various directions. Every now and then they would come across what looked like a dug out tunnel that had been put there after the initial crash. It was quiet though, a little too quiet. Some of the men were unnerved by it but they steeled themselves and continued on, deeper and deeper into the structure. They long since lost radio contact with the Pilot but the helmet cams were still transmitting. The pilot could only wait and pray that they would make it back.

The Lieutenant came around a narrow corner with his weapon drawn and blinked, holding up a paw to halt his squad. He slowly crept forward around the corner and ducked down beneath a low hanging dip and stepped out into a massive cavern. It had to make up the majority of the structure and seemed to be a giant sphere within a cylindrical column. He looked left and right and motioned his men forward and they spread out along the outer edge. The stone had given way to metal... perfectly smooth all the way up and all the way down... it was creepy, there weren't even seams where the panels would have been connected which made it seem like it was all just one giant piece. The concept alone baffled the LT but he looked further along the ledge and saw four bridges leading towards the central sphere. It was huge, at least a hundred meters across and it was constantly rotating and twisting about, pinkish violet light emanating from within every so often. It was unlike anything they'd ever seen before... and it was the last thing some would see... ever...

The Private taking up the rear thought he heard something on the other side of the entrance they had come in. He turned and peered into the darkness and saw movement, immediately lifting his rifle... but what he saw was a dark silhouette of a female figure... a canine with short ears and a fluffy tail. He blinked and opened his maw to let the Lieutenant know when the female figure moved to him suddenly and slid her hand into his mouth, the other pushing his rifle to the side gently. The male didn't even get to exhale as the female's claws slid out the back of his throat and through his spine, cupping the base of his skull. His eyes rolled back and the creature slowly lowered him to the ground and pulled her hand back, covered in blood. She had no features whatsoever. She was just a black shape of a female form with smokey mist rolling off of her body whenever she moved. With feet that did not even make a sound when touching the cold metal platform beneath her and not even a shadow to give her away, she approached her next victim. She moved to the next closest soldier and with a horrifying sense of calmness... the same motion someone would use to reach into the fridge, she reached her hand through his back, severing his spinal cord and pushing her claws into his heart. The poor brown wolf's eyes widened and his breathe caught but she wrapped a paw around his muzzle and held his maw closed. As he sank down she saw the lifeless faceless femme above him, sliding him quietly down.... Down... as darkness took him... His gun tipped though and rattled on the metallic platform.

The soldier who had been standing right next to him turned and his eyes widened. He opened his maw but with a simple swipe of her claws his throat was slit four times. Soft white chest fur was quickly stained red as blood rolled down the fox's front. He dropped his weapon with a loud clang and clutched his bleeding wounds, gurgling and choking on his own blood. The others whirled and stared in horror and disbelief as the female turned towards them and tilted her head. The Lieutenant was the first to raise his weapon and snarled "fucking BITCH!" He raised his shotgun and pulled the trigger.

There was a loud clang as the slug hit the wall behind the figure, the sound ringing out throughout the cylindrical construct and echoing rather noisily. The next sound they heard was rumbling in the distance from all around the construct as the sphere in the center spun wildly, more and more light rolling out of it. Clearly they had pissed something off with the shot. But what they were all staring at was the hole in the figure's chest that seemed to just fill with black mist and then was suddenly gone. They stared in absolute horror as the figure who had already killed three of their men right under their noses took one of their strongest weapons without batting an eye. As if releasing them all from their frozen trance, the metal wall pushed the slug back out smoldering to the deck with a tiny soft clink. Every single male raised their weapons and fired but the bullets just passed right through the figure as she took another step towards the LT until the familiar whine of a plasma core charging up could be heard, followed by a tremendous blast of orange light. The figure was blasted clean off her feet and exploded in a shower of smoke as the plasma energy ripped into her body and tore her clean in half. The only sound she make was a whispery breathe that echoed out through the shaft.

"What... the fuck... was that..." growled the Lieutenant "Sarge check 'em."

"Yes sir" replied a brown stallion male. He slung his rifle under his arm and hurried to each of their fallen squad members. After checking each he looked at the Bengal and shook his head. They were long gone.

"Shit, that's it" growled the feline male "we're getting the fuck out of here. Plasmas if you got 'em gentlemen, double time it back to the ship got it?" He swung his shotgun onto his back and pulled out a plasma burst revolver pistol. The others changed up to similar weapons and the LT nodded curtly and said "we do this fast, we do this clean, we..." his voice trailed off as parts of the metallic cylinder along the platform all around them began to spread open like makeshift doorways... and the rumbling got louder... and louder...

"We do this NOW! LET'S GO!" snarled the Lieutenant. The men didn't need to be told twice, with hearts pounding they turned and booked it back into the maze of cracks and corridors. Bringing up the rear was the Lieutenant himself, calling over the radio over and over again "Surveyor One this is Ground Team we are under attack! We are coming out prepare for takeoff!" but there was nothing but static coming from the other end. He clicked the radio on to try a fourth time when a cry rang out up ahead. One of the males stumbled over as his legs came free from the rest of him from the thigh down, a clean cut as though they'd been sliced off by a surgeon. One of the female figures was scrambling up a wall like a damn spider, avoiding plasma burst rounds with quick jerky movements before she arched all the way back and looked at them upside down. She dropped on the fallen soldier without a sound and sank her claws into his neck and with a violent twist his head came free before she was clipped by a plasma burst and erupted into black mist.

"Jesus Christ we're gonna die!!" a young private whimpered, a Labrador, barely even 18 and still a virgin.

"Can it Jacobs! KEEP MOVING!" shouted the LT, the rumbling was in their own corridors now and getting closer. With renewed fear fueling their adrenaline and making them ignore the pain in their legs as they ran harder, pushed harder, pushing beyond straining and tearing muscles, they were already down to only four. At this point it was just about survival, trying to make it out alive to report what they had seen and get this place nuked.

The radio finally came to life as they rounded a corner and saw light up ahead. "Lieutenant are you there? Do you copy?!... Something's coming out of the structure it's some kind of... cloud!... We need to get the Hell out of here!"

"Copy! This is Ground Team we have suffered heavy casualties we are coming out! Fire up the engines!!" His eyes widened and he shouted "LOOK OUT!" as two more female figures descended from the shadows above and slammed into the two males in the lead, tackling them to their backs and slicing them from stomach to throat in an instant. As they rose to attack the private the Bengal opened fire with his pistol, managing to turn both into black mist but as they continued they heard some kind of snarling and scraping of claws on stone behind them. The private glanced back as they ran and the Lieutenant grabbed his arm and shoved him forward shouting "Don't look back you idiot, RUN!"

"Lieutenant hurry up! The cloud is MOVING!" the pilot called over the radio. Clearly the ground team members were not the only ones seeing things that would make a less hardened man shit their pants. The Lieutenant and the private could see the light at the end of the tunnel... literally. But they heard the growls getting closer, gaining on them. The Lieutenant shoved the younger boy out first and they burst into the open light. As he followed though he heard it... and then felt it.

A loud snarl right behind him was swiftly followed by unimaginable pain in his right thigh. He looked down and saw massive jaws with saw-like razor fangs buried into his flesh. The private turned and the Lieutenant saw the color drain from his face as though he were looking at a living nightmare. The jaws were sideways, protruding out from the head like a horn on a rhino would if it faced forward. Only instead of a stabbing weapon it was a set of teeth that were razor edged on the front side and barbed and hooked on the back. The eyes were perched below the powerful muscles of the jaw that roped down along the neck and down to the shoulders. Each shoulder was wide at the front, built for tugging and pulling back, dragging away prey. It's hide was a disgusting shade of reddish brown with what looked like black stone armor plating stuck into various places, some of the attachments still bleeding. It was constructed... not born this way. Each shoulder was plated, the chest was plated, the back was plated, it was built like a tank. It even had a bladed tip drilled into the end of it's tail that whipped about wildly in agitation. The same plating had been gouged into it's toes giving it better purchase as it's heavy feet scrabbled on the ground. With a full body tug like a dog tugging at a toy it yanked the Lieutenant's leg out from under him and he fell to his face with a pained growl. The tug caused the muscles of the neck and jaw to constrict and the teeth to sink even deeper into the feline's leg. The Lieutenant looked up at the young private and snarled "RUN!!!" The private bolted as his mentor's order gave way to a scream of pure agony as his leg came off his body and more of the monsters bolted out of the opening, some tearing apart the Bengal, others chasing the private.

The engines to the dropship began to growl loudly as the boy approached and the ship started to rise from the ground. The co-pilot grabbed his service revolver and fired out the side window at one of the dog-monsters, catching it in the head and sending it tumbling end over end on the ground. The body quivered once and then seemed to just melt into nothing.

With a heart racing so wildly he thought it might just burst out of his chest the young private threw himself onto the dropship and it soared up and out of reach of the monstrous four legged demons. The pilot immediately swerved his heavy metal baby back towards the command outpost. More and more of the dogs could be seen pouring out of the structure along with a few of the female figures... watching them disappear into the distance. Watching... not chasing. It was a bit strange but they didn't think much of it, why should they bother chasing?... The poor ship had no idea what was in store.

The private was the first to realize the "cloud" from earlier was moving towards them at a very healthy clip. He swallowed and nudged the pilot and pointed behind the ship where the cloud seemed to be getting closer and closer and looking less and less like a cloud... and more like a swarm. A terrifying noise rose up as they got within a hundred yards of the ship. It wasn't quite nails on a chalkboard, more like needles... only their were thousands and thousands of them. The pilot paled and growled "button up!" The private had never sealed a dropship's hatches faster then he did in those next few seconds, watching through the window as the swarm grew closer and closer and then... they hit...

The first of the creatures hit the window right in front of the private's face, a needle like nose-tip pierced the glass, making the male cry out as he fell back. He watched the insect-like creature wriggle and squirm, trapped in the glass. It's wings beat furiously but it couldn't break free. More and more of them battered against the metal hull of the ship but none of them seemed to be able to get through. That meant they were safe... right?

That's what the private thought at least until the one in the window's body began to swell and then it suddenly burst and splattered black goo all over the window. He started to laugh but then saw the smoke sizzling from the window as it began to melt. More and more they could hear the soft pops of the flying freaks all over the hull and the co-pilot shouted "Hull integrity failing! They're melting the ship!!!" A tremendous bang rocked the ship as the right side engine blew out. With the loss of balance the vessel began to drift to the right, starting to lose altitude. The private stared in horror as the door began to melt slowly... they would be in at any moment.

The poor kid panicked, he saw an emergency jet-chute pack and grabbed it, pulling it onto his back quickly and moving to the other door. "Kid what the hell are you doing?!" growled the pilot. The co-pilot reached for his weapon to try and stop him but it was too late. A sudden rush of air hit the ship as the other door was opened and the private jumped.

The pilots could only watch as part of the swarm broke off and dove after the young male. Their needle bodies shot right through him like bullets from a machine gun, ripping holes in him within an instant and seconds later simply ripping him apart until he was nothing but scraps of metal, cloth, and red mist. The swarm then turned back and shot for the open door even as the rest of the ship continued to melt...

"It was an honor..." the co-pilot said to his counterpart. The other male nodded and the recording continued to the sounds of their screams as they were torn apart by the same flying monsters that had sent the young private to an early end. There was more and more rushing wind and finally the end as the ship crashed to the ground. The playback of the black box stopped a moment later, leaving the entire assembly in stunned and horrified silence. The most battle-hardened and fearless men and women in all the world all gathered in one room, with the most war experience out of anyone in history, and they were all trembling. Fleet Admiral Rayne was the first to speak and he asked the obvious question that most were already working out in their heads.

"Can we nuke it?" he asked quite calmly and plainly. A few murmurs were heard around the room talking about such brutish and harsh actions but in the end they all went quiet and waited for an answer. Given what they had all just witnessed, it certainly wasn't the most horrific idea.

"Negative Sir..." a young scientist finally squeaked out, a mouse mail with white fur and green eyes. He fidgeted with some paperwork and adjusted his rather large circular glasses upon the bridge of his muzzle and continued. "The substances found at the wreckage that comprise the outer shell of the construct would withstand an external strike... and well, due to the electro-magnetic barrier we cannot remote a warhead deep enough to detonate with any kind of effectiveness" he said shakily, knowing the rather large fox would certainly not be pleased with the response.

The fleet admiral looked at the male so long he thought his head was going to burst into flames. Finally the military leader sighed and looked down, tapping his pen on the table. Other ideas were thrown out a bit, inquiring about the use of a drill from the top down to plant a nuke, others shot that down immediately. Overall the situation was pretty fucked. Remote access was impossible due to the magnetic field and yet it seemed anyone they sent would have to be suicidal, bat shit crazy, or both.

"We could send death row inmates" a Russian Special Forces veteran suggested, one of a very slim crowd considering most were wiped out on impact "they have nothing to lose and neither do we by sending them."

"Except our pride!" shot back a UN ambassador, a young female leopard. "We will not sacrifice people to be slaughtered like animals to these... these monsters!"

"So you'd rather send trained soldiers who stand no better a chance?" retorted the Russian wolf.

"I would rather find a solution that actually works!" shot back the young woman with a snarl.

"We must show aggression and force!" piped in an old English General "we must show that we are not to be trifled with and that leaving their stronghold in an attempt to invade our lands would be a mistake!"

A Japanese advisor bellowed something and his translator spoke for him "and risk a retaliation we are not prepared for or able to handle? This is madness!" They all began bickering, shouting at one another about what the next best course of action was. The Russians and Chinese were pissed and wanted revenge for the loss of their nations while many others were concerned about retaliation if any show of force was used. It was going absolutely nowhere until...

"ENOUGH!" bellowed the Fleet Admiral finally. He stood up slowly and looked around the room and growled "we can't sit by and wait for this threat to wash over our world. They already have a foothold on our beach head and our top priority needs to be to make sure that doesn't expand! For starters... we focus on containment, a blockade. We build defensive structures all around the magnetic field barrier, nothing gets out... NOTHING!" His fist slammed into the table and made everyone jump. Out of everyone there the Admiral had seen more warfare and been in more battles personally, he wasn't about politics or pride, he was about survival and taking swift decisive action.

"What sort of weaponry should we provide?" asked a logistics partner from the UK Naval fleet.

"Everything..." replied the Admiral "we already know that the shadow figures aren't effected by physical weaponry but the dogs are. We need flak for those flying... things... something that can burst many of them at once."

Someone in one of the far corners who had been quiet this whole time finally spoke up "what about a Tesla Cannon?" Everyone turned and a few bodies parted to reveal a young jackal with deep blue fur and brilliant blue eyes and hair. The whole room fell silent and he swallowed some and gave a little wave saying softly "ummm... hi..." The poor jackal adjusted his glasses a bit and looked like he immediately regretted speaking up.

"Why on earth would a Tesla Cannon help?" growled one of the Russian Generals "it is designed for electronics!... These are fleshy monstrosities... not robots." The fleet admiral though looked far more curious then the others.

"Well yes of course..." said the jackal, stepping forward slowly "b... but these creatures they.... They're so small and clearly... unstable... a Tesla Cannon's discharge would likely jump from one to the other and may be able to force them to self-destruct. We wouldn't use it if they're already on a ship of course, that would just crash the ship. But before the swarm can get close enough we could save a lot of rounds and explosives with a single electric discharge... in... in theory of course..." The poor jackal's heart was racing as his voice trailed off some. Sometimes he just got ideas in his head and they were spewed out either from his mouth or onto paper before he could really filter them. He looked around at each of the military leaders in front of him and then murmured softly "I'll go back to sitting quietly in the corner now..."

"No that's..." said the Fleet Admiral "that's actually a good idea." The jackal flushed and swallowed sharply and the Admiral nodded to the rest of the group. "Start the preparations" he said firmly "Flak, 50 cal, plasma burst, and Tesla Cannons, I want a barricade that could hold off the rest of the world if the guns were turned the other way, clear?!" Each head around the table nodded in response and the meeting was dismissed. The logistics teams would get together to see who had what resources available and construction would begin. The Fleet Admiral himself made his way over to the jackal who looked up at the towering male with a harsh swallow of fright.

"Y... y... yes Admiral?" the jackal squeaked out. He was barely over 5 feet tall and probably weighed a buck twenty at most. He was a nerd, period.

"What's your name son?" The Admiral asked calmly, trying not to scare the little guy.

"S.. S... S... Sirius!" he finally managed to blurt out "Sirius Hughes... sir..."

The Admiral studied him and nodded saying "mind if I ask how you ended up in this meeting Mr. Hughes?" The jackal's ears lowered and he gulped again and bit his lip harshly. He swallowed and then murmured something but not loud enough to be heard. "I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that..." the Admiral asked, leaning closer.

The jackal was visibly shaking and twisting his shirt some in his paws as he swallowed and whispered "I snuck in..." Very slowly, the Admiral's eyebrow raised up and he just looked at the jackal, making him squirm until he finally explained "I'm a geophysicist and when I heard about the electro-magnetic barrier through WikiLeaks I knew I had to get in to see what was actually going on! And then..." his voice trailed off as he looked towards where the images had been projecting on the holo-field.

The Admiral glanced behind him and then looked back at the jackal and said "We could use someone who can analyze that field for us, maybe find a way to bring it down so we can have an advantage. You think you're up for the task?"

Sirius looked up at him and swallowed harshly. "Y... You mean... work for the Military?... B... Be part of the team?... Save the world?!" he asked.

"Sure, something like that..." the Admiral chuckled. The jackal snapped to the best salute he could perform.

"Yes sir!" he replied "I won't let you down!" His tail was wagging with excitement. He was passionate about science in all forms and the chance to work on something like this. This was HUGE! It would decide the fate of the world and could change the course of HISTORY!

"Good" replied the Admiral. He pulled out his personal holo-tablet and punched in a few commands. Sirius' tablet beeped and the Admiral said calmly "follow the directions to our research station on the other side of the compound. You've been cleared for full access and can begin your work. Don't disappoint me son."

Sirius nodded feverishly and of course, his lack of idea filter slapped him in the face again as he blurted out "do I get a gun?" The moment the words fell out of his mouth his eyes widened and he realized how stupid it sounded.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't ask that..." replied the Admiral with a chuckle, shaking his head. The jackal nodded mutely and then turned and hurried off for the research department. The Admiral sighed and headed off for his office and sat down heavily at his desk. It was crazy, absolutely crazy. There was no way they were going to be able to convince soldiers to go in there against such savage and deadly enemies! They would have to be INSANE!...

He knew the moment the thought came to his mind that he would regret this decision but at this point he had no other choice. There was only one male he knew was crazy enough to lead a team directly into what may as well be Hell. He stared at the phone on his desk for a long time... and then finally caved and dialed the number.

"You'd better not fuck this up McKinsley..." he grumbled as he heard it ring.

"Mnnn, FUCK! Nnngh you... BASTARD!" a female voice snarled. She was a lovely canine of mostly black fur. Her belly and chest and down below to her treasure was a lighter grey and she had spots of white on her feet, hips, and shoulders. With a white nose, a white ear, a white tip to her big fluffy tail and lastly white toes she was a lovely speckled thing with brilliant red eyes and pink hair fading to purple. Presently her eyes were hidden behind a blindfold, making it impossible for her to see anything. But she could feel plenty... she could feel the cold metal of the handcuffs around her wrists. The cold air against her exposed back made her shudder, though not as much as the claws running along her flesh down along her side to her hip. But most of all, the sensation that she was presently focused on the most was the hot flesh pressed against the soft deep violet pink lips of her cunt. The swollen head of her lover's crimson cock as he teased her again and again. She let out another soft gasp as he spread her outer lips open and tried to push her hips back but he was too fast and eased his own back, keeping himself just out of reach. "Dammit Feugen stop teasing me!!" she snarled in frustration and need.

"Awww does the puppy want her bone?" teased the male voice behind her, belonging to a rather handsome male panther with only a couple of... extra features. First were his toes, rather then having typical feline feet his were fur-covered dragon talons. Three long toes pointed forward, strong, powerful, each tipped with a thick and powerful talon, while one curved back from his heel. Secondly, were the two great dragon wings protruding from between his shoulders, currently folded comfortably against his back. But lastly, lastly was the thing that his lover wanted most... that magnificent cock. Several inches of hot thick flesh jutting proudly above his furry sac, complete with a nice thick and swollen tip fit for kissing and suckling for hours. Along the sides of this mighty spear ran thick ridges that the canine just KNEW would scratch her itch in all the right places while along the underside ran a single row of soft rubbery spines that would strum across her pleasure button and play her like a damn violin if he would just stop teasing and FUCK HER!

"If you don't fuck me right now I'm going to* AHHH!" the canine started to growl in warning, only to be cut off as Feugen rammed each and every inch of that mighty shaft between her lips and hilted himself into her dripping snatch in one swift thrust. She was pushed against the pole she was currently handcuffed too, her exposed nipples pressing to the cold steel and making them ache painfully. The buzz of the street lamp's light overhead could barely be heard over the pounding of her own heart. The little civilian night light cast a spotlight on their scene of lovemaking, if you could call it that, though she certainly did love it and loved making it with Feugen. They were behind her favorite rave club after a long night of dancing, grinding, and teasing each other until neither could take it anymore and they couldn't wait to get back to one of their apartments, or even the car for that matter. She shifted her legs some to try and get a bit more space between them and to adjust to the massive pillar of flesh currently filling her innermost depths. Her legs quivered though as he started to roll his hips and grind that thick shaft around inside her, using his ridges and spines to tease her in all the right places.

"Mmmmnnn that's right" the hybrid growled "you like that don't you?..." He grinned down at the lovely form of his female counterpart below him, running one paw along her hip and to the curve of her gorgeous ass. With a simple tug he hooked his thumb into her purple lacey thong and tugged it a bit more to the side so he could have a nice view of her pussy straining to hold his entire shaft. Her jeans were down around her mid thighs, leaving her a bit trapped and helpless. The belly shirt he had gotten her last week was tugged up all the way up above her breasts along with her bra to keep her breasts out in the open air, or for right now, pressed to the light pole.

"Y... You're a jerk..." she growled deeply at him, clutching the light pole and trying not to moan as he ground around inside her. Of course his response was to draw his hips back, letting that throbbing shaft slide almost free until only the fat tip remained locked in her cunt and then slam back forward again. A soft gasp of pure shock and forced pleasure escaped her as he hammered her so deep and of course... those spines... those bastardly spines she loved so much and hated that she did, strummed across her sensitive clit. Trembling hands gripped the light pole and her poor bottom lip was savagely assaulted by her teeth as she tried not to give him the satisfaction of making too much noise. She didn't really need to though, the milking contractions her sex gave to his cock were evidence enough of what she was feeling.

"You love it..." he growled as he drew back and slammed into her again, building a nice rhythm of slow withdraws and then hammering thrusts, watching her body jerk every time. The tight violet flesh of her nipples rubbed almost painfully up against the cold metal as he refused to allow her to push back enough to relieve the pressure. One paw squeezed and rolled the right cheek of her ass, spreading it from it's partner so he could look down at her cute little tailhole and stretched cunny below.

"Are you gonna MMF!" she started to stay but had to stop due to another thrust "keep talking?... Or are you Nnn... Gonna make me scream like you p... promised?" She turned her head blindly to try and look back at him but the fabric of the blindfold was too dark for her to see anything even with the light directly overhead. She felt him pause though and felt his paws shift along her body, knowing she was in for it.

"Ohhh is that what you want?" he growled softly, grabbing her hip with his right paw, his claws teasing at her flesh again, biting just a little bit and making her jump while the other paw slid up her back to her neck. Both ears, black and white, laid flat on reflex as his touch caressed across her scruff, making her tremble in anticipation. That same touch curled up over the back of her head as his fingers laced through her hair... oh god... he was going to do it....

"Y... Yea..." she whispered softly, barely able to be heard even in the silence of the street.

"Yes what?" he answered with a soft growl, shifting his feet back some, moving her back so her breasts hung down rather then pressed up against the pole. His own jeans were nice and high around his hips, making it easier for him to move. But the fly was fully open and with no boxers on it gave easy access to his goods.

"Yes..." she said again, she wouldn't say it. She wouldn't!

"Yes... what?" He growled again firmly, fisting her hair with the second word. She gasped again and arched back, trying to push onto his shaft but he held her firm. Her lip was almost bleeding from how hard her teeth were pushing against the soft flesh.

"Yes..." she whispered "please... AHHH!" She screamed again the moment she said the magic word as his cock stabbed into her and immediately pulled right back out only to slam right back in. His hips fell into an immediate rhythm that rocked her whole body with every thrusts, making her modest breasts bounce back and forth as they were forced to fall into the same rhythm as the rest of her body. The soft flesh of her nicely toned ass bounced and jiggled against his hips with every heavy impact.

"That's a good girl!" she heard him growl above her, his claws biting harder into the flesh of her hip. He was jabbing his hips forward and flexing the muscles of his shaft to make it jump inside her. Every thrust sent his fat swollen tip hammering against the entrance of her womb hard enough that it would eventually feel like he'd bruised it. He was literally TRYING to break her pussy and she was loving every single moment of it!

"Yes! Oh God yes! Fuck me Feu! HARDER!!" she screamed out, shoving back into his thrusts every time. She loved it when he cut loose like an animal and left her barely able to walk. What she loved even more was knowing she was the only one who got to see this side of him, this animalistic destroyer of cunts. It made it all the more glorious for her knowing her pussy would be ruined... knowing no one could do this but him. She gasped and screamed again as he tugged her hair fiercely back, forcing her to arch a little bit harder. He pulled her hips up just a tiny bit and she crashed through her first orgasm right then and there. The new angle caused his spines to saw her poor clitoris even more firmly like a dozen licks across it from a tiny tongue every time he slammed into her. All she could do was scream and hold on for dear life as he pounded her straight through her orgasm but he wasn't anywhere near done.

As he felt her coming down from that blissful first climax he slowed his thrusts only for the briefest moment. The claws biting her hip left and instead shoved her jeans down further as he growled "step out!" She didn't hesitate to obey and stepped out of her jeans, her shoes already sitting against the building next to them. She felt his paw on her thigh and felt him tug her leg up so her hips twisted to the side. She didn't mind, she was certainly flexible enough. He slid her leg up over his shoulder and then resumed his thrusting, watching her squirm and watching her breasts wobble back and forth with each hammering blow. One of her arms wrapped a little more around the pole and held on for dear life as she swiftly approached her second orgasm. With the new sideways angle his spines no longer sawed across her jewel but the ridges along the right side of his shaft certainly did. She was glad there wasn't any traffic going down this street or they'd have gotten a full view of her getting the pussy pounding of her life.

"Feu AHHH n... No d... don't! Y... BASTARD!!!" she whimpered and then snarled at him as she suddenly came a second time. While one paw had never left it's hold on her hair the other left her leg with it securely over his shoulder and his fingers found the hood for her clit and simply... pressed down... forcing it to grind suddenly all the harder against his ridges. It was all she could do to keep from kicking him upside the head, her whole body seizing and squirming as pleasure surged through every muscle in her for the second time tonight. And worst and also best of all... Feugen had no interest in stopping.

However the panther dragon did slow down again, but only long enough to change positions again. He twisted her around a bit more, reaching down to lift her other leg up and hold her back up against the pole. She crossed her arms above her head around the pole as the cuffs slid higher and higher. She could feel him, shifting his legs around and knew she wasn't going to catch a break.

"F... Feu wait... wait I..." she panted out, sweat pouring down her brow "I need a minAHHH!" He wasn't listening. With her knees now draped over his shoulders he resumed his merciless assault on her squelching cunt. Evidence of her orgasms had been sprayed all across her thighs and across his lap, soaking her fur. Her face was matted with the pink strands of her hair, clinging to her cheeks and muzzle from her sweat. Soft lips that were so lovely to kiss and nibble upon pulled back tight in a snarl as she growled at him "y... you... jerk!... I... I'm... too... SENSITIVE!" She whimpered, feeling the swell of his knot start to form at the base of his shaft.

"Mmmmnnn come on River..." he growled as he leaned closer to her and began jackhammering his hips into her's "you've got one more in you... I thought you were a tough girl!" He knew just how to push her buttons and drive her absolutely crazy.

"Y... You dirty... NNNG!" she tried to retort back to him but it was lost in a groan of pure bliss. He really was bruising her insides but the soreness was SO good! She would barely be able to walk in the morning and that's exactly how she liked it. Her hips arched and rolled with every powerful thrust, shoving herself up against that swelling knot and trying to force it to push inside her. She wanted it... she wanted that fleshy bulb to lock them together, to feel him dump his seed inside her. She was safe, she wasn't in heat at least.

"Almost... there..." the hybrid growled, his claws biting into her hips to the point of drawing a little blood. The loud slaps of their flesh colliding with each other was loud enough to draw anyone's attention but thankfully the pounding base of the club was just loud enough to cover it.

"D... Do it!" he heard her suddenly growl "knot me! Knot me now Feu I'm cumming!!" She threw her head back and simply screamed her ecstasy, pulling with her legs to arch her hips as hard as she could. Her cunt squeezed down like a vice and yet despite the added tightness, the panther dragon obeyed her command. With one final mighty shove he forced the swollen flesh of his knot past the lips of her cunny and felt it swell and lock them together. The pleasure that forced it's way shooting through his cock and into his whole body nearly made him black out as he came, releasing surge after surge of thick spunk deep into her welcoming womb. Each spurt was joined shortly after by a trembling buck of his hips that renewed the next one with vigor.

River's scream died to a desperate whimper and whine as she rolled and rocked her hips, feeling the thick heat pool in her core. God she loved that sensation... such thickness... such volume... and he was the perfect size to seal his tip right against her womb so not a single drop escaped her. Before long her slim tummy was bulging out just a tiny bit with the sheer amount of cum she was holding inside of her. It always amazed her at just how much he could produce... then she'd go down and have a look at those hefty balls of his and remember why.

When at long last his flow tapered off and those big orbs of his were drained dry he let out one final shuddering squeeze and then sagged against her, resting his shoulder against the light pole above her head and simply panting to recover from such an ordeal. Her whole body was trembling, barely able to comprehend any thought beyond pure bliss and satisfaction. She felt like she could die right now and not even care, like she was satisfied with life after that. But alas, as she started to come to her senses, the little fox remembered that she wasn't satisfied, because she knew like always, she'd want to do it again in the future.

"Think you can pull out?" she whispered softly, giving the crimson spire of flesh a playful squeeze with the skilled muscles of her cunt.

"Yea... just a sec..." the hybrid panted, having spent quite a deal more energy. He gave his hips an experimental tug backwards but found they were quite snugly bound. With a slow breathe he tried again. It didn't seem like it would work until his cell phone rang out of the blue. The sudden sound startled them both, making River jump back a little and making Feu's knot shrink just enough for it to pop free. He flushed and whispered "babe I gotta..."

"Yea it's okay, just set me down..." she whispered back and licked his cheek gently. She felt him lower her legs to the ground only for them to give way. She just let herself sink to her knees with her wrists still bound around the light pole and listened to her lover fish around for his phone. It kept ringing though even after she knew he had it out of his pocket. "You gonna answer that?..." she finally asked. It seemed to snap him out of whatever pause he was in and she heard him tap to answer it.

"This is McKinsley" he said, sounding calm... though the next words... a bit less so "yes, Admiral Rayne I can hear you just fine. Yes I'm listening..." River's long ears flicked to that name and a slow grin spread across her face. She shifted her paws just enough to tug her blindfold up and peer out at her rather rough lover with one eye. He had his back to her slightly but he hadn't zipped up his jeans yet, his cock glistening with their combined juices and starting to soften... slowly. A devilish plan formed in her mind... payback.

"Yes sir of course I know about it" Feugen continued. He wasn't paying enough attention to hear or see River pull a hairpin from her mussed pink locks and use it to unlock her cuffs. By the time he turned to check on her she was on him, pushing him suddenly back against the wall of the club and cuffing his non-phone wrist to an electrical conduit on the outside of the building. His eyes widened and he opened his maw to growl at her but was forced to cut it off to respond to the phone instead "yes sir I do have some leave time left still... a couple more weeks." He narrowed his eyes on her and watched as she shifted her thong back into place, sealing in his deposit and then descending slowly to her knees in front of him. A single eye was glinting out at him, her right one, crimson like his and showing her intent before she even got close. He shook his head wildly and tried to shift his hips away but a paw closed around that hefty sac of his. His entire body went stiff immediately by reflex. While he knew she'd never actually hurt him that way he wasn't above playing along at least this much. She had him by the balls after all... literally.

He lifted his head up and tried not to look, to ignore the little succubus and pay attention to the highest ranking military officer in the country that had called him personally. But when he felt those blissfully soft lips close around the tip of his cock and slide shamelessly down to the bulb of his still slightly formed knot in one fell swoop he had to bite his tongue to keep from groaning out a string of cusses and dirty praises. That same paw that threatened to punish him for resisting was now expertly rolling and tenderly squeezing his hefty aching balls, coaxing them to relax and produce just enough for a nice treat for her. Who was he to argue with such a request?

The long-eared vixen was no stranger to this cock and knew just how to drive him crazy, starting by tonguing his spines firmly as if to praise them for the pleasure they ravaged her with only moments before. Her free paw reached up to wrap around his shaft just beyond her lips, thus increasing the amount of flesh she could stimulate at once. She fell into an eager and steady rhythm of bobbing her head along his length from tip to root over and over again with practiced skill, timing her breathes in between so she never had to stop or rest. Within a minute she was being rewarded with her first spurts of precum which she greedily swallowed down after savoring for just a moment to taste on her tongue.

"Yes sir I'm still here!" Feugen said quickly, having lost the conversation a bit "Y... Yes sir... of course sir... I... I'll... come as soon as I can!" River paused at his tip and looked up at him, raising an eyebrow with a devious smirk on her lips. Feu bit his lip to keep from gasping as she flicked that torturous tongue across his sensitive head and then began diving back down again, twisting her paw now to work over every inch of him that she could and moaning around his shaft. "What?... No sir that was just... my fridge kicking on..." He said with a bit of earnest, trying to catch the vixen's attention to stop teasing him. To which of course her response was simply to moan louder and move faster up and down his length. "Yes sir" he continued "I'll definitely get it checked out when I can sir... it may need some working over..." The hybrid narrowed his eyes on the devious little female who smirked and responded to his horror... She released his sac only to reach up and squeeze his knot with her free paw and hilt herself onto his shaft, swallowing eagerly with another deep whimpering needy moan like a nursing pup begging for milk. The paw on his knot simulated being buried in a tight cunt, causing it to swell and his pleasure to spike. "I'll see you soon sir!" Feugen managed to say out quickly before he hung up the phone and not a moment too soon. The next instant he threw his head back and snarled as he was forced to a second orgasm and began flooding the vixen's maw with a fresh load of delicious thick cum. River moaned in pure delight for his enjoyment as well as her's, knowing her moans always turned him on all the more. After all, who doesn't like the sound of someone enjoying the taste of their cock and cum? She swallowed every single drop he gave her as though it were the finest of wines and even hollowed her cheeks a bit as she sucked out the last few drops like a good girl. When he finally finished she slowly pulled off, suckling the juices free of his cock and letting it pop free of her maw before giving the tip a nice nuzzling kiss. She looked up at him, half naked and covered in sweat, hair a mess with a blindfold covering her left eye.

"So... what did the Admiral have to say?" she said with a teasing coo, kissing the tip of his cock again. The hybrid narrowed his eyes and then pocketed his phone and reached over to his other wrist, undoing the cuffs with a snap and pocketing them as well.

"He wants to see me, says it's important." Feugen replied, moving to fetch River's pants for her and hold them out.

"Oh?" she asked, arching a brow "is that all?" She turned her back to him and stepped into her jeans, bending over and hiking her tail to show off that gorgeous ass. He knew it looked better without the lace thong but with the thong on it just made him want to rip it off and fuck her again all the more.

"Yes..." Feugen growled, stepping up behind her and giving her ass a nice open pawed smack. River yelped and tensed before shuddering softly as the nice sting set in. He pulled his paw away and let her finish pulling up her jeans as she turned to face him, slowly buttoning them and fixing her top while Feugen zipped up his own jeans.

"Well then I suppose we should get going..." she teased, stepping close and running a paw down his chest "we wouldn't want to make him mad now would we?"

"We certainly wouldn't..." Feugen growled, grabbing her and giving her a heated kiss before pulling back and grinning at her...

"...Miss Rayne..."