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Zavis lived for this moment.

The crash of reality as it collapsed around him.

The tidal wave of cold pleasure that ran down his spine like an icicle melting down his back.

The seizing sensation in his chest, which stole his breath and filled him with an anxious anticipation for what was waiting for him when he opened his eyes.

All of it framed the surreal sight of the cavernous warehouse he, and the other participants, were sitting in. Their bodies were strapped into their VR-receptacles like prisoners being transported from one prison to another, but there was an energy in the room that hummed louder than the banks of machines which lined the walls.

The sunlight was always the first to go. It darkened before the python's eyes, dimming until the room was plunged into a gloom that contradicted the hour. Then the sounds quieted until all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart. Piece by piece the world fell apart, until all that was left were the jade eyes of the burly black-furred panther sitting across from him. The large male's green eyes smoldered even as his world melted away as surely as Zavis'

Zavis welcomed it, a grin turning up the corners of his mouth as his tongue flickered testingly from between his lips.

"See you soon, Nox." The words tumbled from Zavis sleepily as the machine pulled him under. Even in the darkness, however, he could still see those eyes staring. Hungry eyes waiting to swallow him up.

Sunlight woke the snake from his short unconsciousness. It bathed his face in warmth, and left him wanting to stay laying in the soft underbrush that spread beneath him like a mattress. He could hear the calls of exotic birds; the trill a toucan, he thought. His eyes opened reluctantly, and closed just as quickly, shutting out the beaming sun which hung directly overhead. The wide fan-like leaves of tropical trees did little to diminish its brightness, and the snake rolled over onto his belly before trying again. Dirt shifted beneath him, and a breeze tickled along his back--sweat-slickened from being pressed against the mossy turf beneath him--as he rose to his knees.

As the grogginess left his limbs, eyes and thoughts, the snake realized there were others with him. Several furs stood amidst the collapsed bodies of many more. All of them were stirring, but only a few had made their way to their feet. One of them, a svelte young otter girl with a pronounced mechanical prosthetic arm, snapped a salute as he gained his feet.

"Tech-Sergeant Samaya, reporting, Sir!"

She was short. Shorter than he was, and like the rest of them, mostly nude. Her bare breast--she had only one of them, the other engulfed by the same robotic modification that had devoured her left arm--was capped by a stiff nipple that the snake couldn't decide was due to what was coming, or the damp, humid air pressing against them. A pair of silver briefs hugged her hips, accentuating the mound of her pussy and leaving little to the imagination otherwise. A pair of goggles held back her auburn hair--the same colour as he fur--which had been pulled back into a ponytail, giving the girl a hint of boyishness that the snake showed his appreciation for with a gentle smirk.

"At ease, Tech-Sergeant. Help the others up." He waved a hand dismissively, but his eyes lingered, watching that silver fabric ripple across her ass as she turned to begin aiding those who had not yet fully transitioned into the program. It was impossible to deny the feelings in his loins, and the snake allowed himself a distracted stroke of his growing prick in his own silver briefs. A knife holstered on his thigh and a short silver crop-top that stopped just below his pecs marked him as different from the others.

Glancing at his surroundings, the snake's mind continued to clear. Before long it was awash with thoughts of battle, strategy, and tactics. They were in a glade, and nearby he could hear the familiar tinkle of a small river, but the treeline obscured any ideas of which direction they should go. Frowning, the snake took stock of his resources; thirty men and women, several crates that likely held their weapons, and a pile of green burlap packs filled with provisions; he had no doubt there'd be inadequate food stores for anything more than a few sparse days.

"Tech-Sergeant!" The snake called out after everyone was on their feet. "Form them up. Send me two, and outfit the rest. We're going to go have a look around."

The otter snapped another salute and turned to relay the orders that the others had already heard. Zavis drifted away from it, thinking about those eyes, wondering where they were now, and more importantly, what he was going to do when he found them.

*****

Nox's awakening was quicker. There was no sunlight to burn his eyes, and no desire to simply remain resting in its tender attentions. His eyes snapped open, as though he'd simply been switched on. There were no bird calls, no river to lull him. Around him stood derelict buildings, mouldering cement, and shadows.

The feline frowned as he rose to his feet, body tense and coiled as though ready to pounce at the first thing he saw. The male was nude, his cock half-erect as though it hadn't been sure whether or not morning wood had been called for after the un-natural sleep. He didn't call out, but his eyes drank in everything. The sun was overhead and only the barest hints of its presence snuck through the paneless windows that ran along the upper-most edges of the mossy building he was in. The room was empty, and it was cold; the panther saw no reason to stay, so he didn't.

Slinking out into the sunlight, Nox was amazed to see how bright it was out here amidst the rocks and dirt of an old military base. An old fence ran along its perimeter, holes cut into the chain-link mesh that caught his attention immediately. He could hear voices on the wind, shouts and calls of those looking for others to join them. It wasn't long before he found them, or at least some of them. They were wandering from barracks, or storehouses, and one unlucky bastard had found himself on top of an old tin guard station. They were men and women, nude or barely clothed, and they milled about with a confused air that only served to bring a frown to Nox's lips.

"Fall in!" His shout was tinged with an anger that had the others hopping to obey it. Nude as he was, the panther's appearance held no sign of rank, but that voice was steeped in authority. As he waited impatiently for them to form ranks--stragglers who'd yet to find the main group falling in as they arrived--his eyes wandered. Only one building seemed to have been kept up at all, a rectangular structure with a polished metal door that practically begged to be opened. The panther's head canted, and as the ranks finished shoring themselves up, he turned to the nearest soldier to him.

The male was gangly for a soldier, a crane by the panther's estimation. His neck was long, and the head at the top of it seemed too small by comparison. A ridge of yellow hair ran down his skull like a mohawk, but it hadn't been styled that way. Slim and sleek the bird looked as though he could be killed by a single punch to that neck; useless in a fight.

"You. What's your name, boy?" The grizzled panther turned on the crane, ignoring their nudity even as he hoped the crane noticed the dominance exerted by the feline's increasingly erect prick. The bird balked as he found the predatory cat looming over him.

"P-Private Abraham, Sir!" The Grey-Crowned Crane's wing came up in a salute that only seemed to agitate the feline more. The avian had no hands, his arms melting into black and white feathers that'd be all but useless in a fire-fight.

"Get that door open." Nox gestured towards the rectangular structure. "See what's inside, and report for guard duty along the fence."

Abe snapped to attention, the red wattles under his black beak jostling as he did. "Yessir!" He broke ranks and hurried towards the building as Nox turned his attention to the others. There were a lot of them; if he had to guess, he'd say around two hundred. There hadn't been many more than that in the warehouse when they'd arrived to be plugged in, and that meant he was up against a much smaller force. Where optimism should have shone, only concern blossomed. Why would they make the teams so uneven? Considering this problem, Nox continued to bark orders.

"You! Boy!" The panther's menacing stride took him towards a purple wolf who was busy trying to keep his shaggy black headfur out of his eyes. The boy's tail curled around one of his legs as he stood at attention when the feline approached. Glasses hung precariously on his muzzle, and his blueish-purple cock was a rock hard pole, jutting up from between his thighs to press heatedly against his lower belly.

"Corporal Pyre, Sir!"

Nox eyed the smaller male with well-masked approval. This one seemed like he might be useful. "Gather some troops, begin a patrol around the fence. Assemble a detail to begin repairs on the holes. We've been given an advantage with this location and I intend to exploit it. Don't screw this up and we'll see about changing that rank to Sergeant."

The wolf looked surprised by the vote of confidence, his eyes widening slightly. "Yes, Sir!" The nerves he felt as he hurried off to follow the panther's orders were obvious in his first few shaky steps; responsibility was something he'd always dreamed of, but now that it was here he could only feel the weight which came from the possibility of failure.

Nox struggled under no such limitations. Even when Abraham returned to tell him that the building was a weapons storehouse, but was stocked only with spears, bows, and knives, the cat only frowned. The question about why the teams were uneven had been answered. His concern didn't show, and it soon dissolved away like dark clouds after the storm had ended. Abe was left standing there as the cat strode away.

"Arm yourselves! Clear out the largest building for occupancy, and prepare the camp for battle!" The feline's orders were vague, but he had no time for babysitting. Those who were worth his time would know what to do, those who weren't would find themselves on the front line when the time came; sometimes it took a predator to truly understand survival of the fittest.

*****

Zavis looked down at the compound with a neutral expression. The sun was setting and the first tendrils of night had begun to creep across the jungle canopy. The python and two others lay belly-down atop a ridge that overlooked the old military base, and though they could make out the general layout of the base, they couldn't see anyone save clusters of guards patrolling the lanes and alleyways of the compound.

"Are they carrying spears?" A blue-haired feline to Zav's left breathed out quietly. Her body was sleek and darkly furred, making her perfect for a scouting mission at this time of night. The sapphire-blue tresses of her hair, which seemed to have been fashioned into a cross between spikes, and dreadlocks, hung to her shoulders, held at bay across her forehead by a simple black barrette which had been pinned above her left temple.

"Sure looks like it..." answered the squirrel to Zav's other side. In complete contrast to the feline, the squirrel's fur was a shocking shade of white that stood out against her surroundings like a pool of moonlight in utter darkness. The long-barreled rifle she held was why she'd been brought, despite her ill-advised fur colouring. She was a crack shot, and an even better scout with it. The girl stared through the scope, her long red hair pulled back into a pair of braids that kept it from covering her eyes.

"Sanita, you see anything else?" Zavis' voice was a whisper as he glanced over to the squirrel, admiring the deadly look in her eyes and how it contrasted with the supple and almost vulnerable look of her barely clothed body. Her tits pressed down into the dirt, and the snake felt himself growing hard again at the thought of having those same tits pressed against him.

"There's a lot of them. A couple of hundred." The squirrels position shifted slightly, rolling onto one hip so she could tilt the gun towards a different part of the camp. Her chest lifted slightly, and Zav marveled at the smudges of dirt running across her breast, and the hardness of its nipple after being pressed into the cold ground; the snake got harder. "No ranks. Not a lot of discipline either. I can see some light in one of the larger building's windows, looks like... fire."

Zavis frowned. Fire? Spears? The difference in the sizes of their force had struck the snake sometime ago, and like Nox, seeing the weaponry provided to the opposing force had answered many of his questions. All that remained now, was how to take advantage of their poor equipment, while avoiding their larger force-size.

"Kaira, San, back to camp.." The snake's hand came down to slap Kaira's well-formed ass, the girl letting out a little yelp of surprise that she muffled quickly, blushing as she shot the snake a glare rife with poorly-feigned anger. "We've got a base to raid." The snake rose, slipping back into the jungle like a phantom, followed by the feline and squirrel.

*****

Night had fallen and Nox had moved the bulk of his force into a large warehouse. Moss covered the walls, and at least one bird's nest sat in the frame of the glassless windows which lined the structure. It would serve well enough should they come under attack, though with their weaponry he wasn't sure what they could do. Patrols had been established, and a number of the smaller soldiers had begun to repair the holes in the fence. They'd found a store of metal wire and the slow process of twining it across the gaps in the fencing was a great distraction, even if it wasn't entirely practical.

Small campfires had been lit, and shadows danced on the walls as those gathered murmured quietly to one another. Many of them had adapted well to their intended role in the simulation, and in the eight or nine hours since they'd first awoken, a group-think appeal to primitive war-culture had gripped the group. Ash and mud had been smeared across their nude bodies like warpaint, some adopting a camo-print approach to their artistic endeavors, while others had created more abstract patterns. They held their spears wherever they went, and more than a few had grabbed a bow as well. Only a couple had taken the time to create practical coverings for themselves, cloth draped around their hips to hide their own nudity.

Nox listened to their conversations, but he remained silent, staring at the crackling and twisted shapes in the fire in front of him. His ears swiveled atop his head, and his green eyes were as hard as jade.

A noise woke him from his thought-heavy stupor. A single cry out in the dark somewhere.

"They're here!" He called it out as he jumped to his feet, spear clutched in one hand and a knife in the other. The feline had been busy, and he thrust the short blade into a pair of rawhide strips looped around his thigh he'd put there as a primitive holster for the weapon.

The others were no slower; this was why they had signed up for the exercise, and all of them were eager to get down to business. More shouts and more cries filled the air as the crowd rushed from the building, blinded by the darkness but guided by the sight of muzzle-flashes in the distance.

Nox stood in the gaping doorway as his troops surged around him. "Forward! Get them! We outnumber them, and won't be denied this victory!" The male raised his spear like a warchief of old, and his troops roared their approval of the simple statement. His own feet carried him quickly along the rear of the throng of jogging soldiers, his eyes intent on the firefight unfolding at the edge of the camp. The familiar sounds of gunfire wafted on the air, and as they neared the fence, he gestured towards a clump of archers. "Take to the rooftops, scout them out, and pin them down."

By the time he'd reached the edge of the camp, however, the fighting was finished... for now at least. Several of his soldiers lay scattered in the dirt, their bodies riddled with bullets that had left smoke curling from the sizzling holes left in their nude bodies. Their eyes stared blankly upwards, or downwards, or were closed in a silent repose that spoke little of their violent deaths. It was the skeletons that held his attention, however.

At least two fully-intact skeletons lay amidst the other bodies, smoke hissing from their bleached-white bones. There was no sign of what had killed them, just a sticky red goop laying in a puddle beneath them; it wasn't blood, the cat knew the smell of blood... but that didn't reassure him. It was a simulation, but the sight of the unconventional remains had the others murmuring.

"Come on, you pussies. Find them! They're around here somewhere!" Nox grabbed for the nearest soldier and shoved him--a wide-eyed fox--along, as though encouraging him to get his ass moving. "We can put a quick end to this and be back in our bunks with enough time to fuck."

A tawny furred lynx who'd taken up position on a nearby rooftop unwittingly contradicted the panther's assertions, however. Even as the lean male stood stalwart, his bow drawn, he was thrown off his feet by a seemingly invisible impact. "GYAAAAAH!" His shriek filled the air as he fell from the rooftop, a thin trail of plasma dissipating around the edges of a ragged wound in his chest.

Nox had seen wounds like that before. Even as the lynx's body arched in the dirt, spurting thick gouts of cum across his dirt-smeared belly, the panther growled. "SNIPER! COVER!"

Another roof-top archer--a large-dicked Ram--felt hot plasma pierce his belly as both of his hands went to clutch at the ugly wound. "URRRRAAAGH!" The scream tore from him as he fell to his knees, the pink stiff flesh of his cock bouncing and jostling as he tried desperately to hold onto his own consciousness. He fell face-down on the roof, disappearing from view even as his cum erupted from him in a final desperate show of virility.

The roof-top archers were easy pickings for the hidden sniper, and Nox found himself cursing his lack of proper weaponry. Screams punctuated the night as several more archers were blown away. A vixen fell several feet away from Nox, her body hitting the ground hard after being blasted right off of the roof she'd been hiding on. He watched the delicate sparkle of her eyes fade until she was staring up at him sightlessly, his hand curled around his cock as he watched the large-breasted girl's final moments of life in the simulation.

A flash of silver caught the cat's eyes as he stepped over the dead vixen, his natural night-vision finally in gear after staring at the fire for so long. It was barely a glimmer in the moonlight, but it was enough to have the panther rushing after it.

"HERE! FOLLOW MY VOICE!" He called out even as he ran. Several others joined him, appearing from alleyways or the doorways they'd taken cover in. The sniper had been left with precious few targets, but still the occasional deathcry pierced the night air as they found a hapless target out of cover.

As the small group rounded a final corner, they saw what had caught Nox's attention. Three bodies stood at the far end of the laneway, huddled and conversing quietly, unaware of Nox's troops nearby. They wore only silver briefs, and the panther smirked at the audaciousness of the uniform selected for, what he assumed to be, a commando group.

"Get them" he muttered, sending the others forward into the laneway. Two large buildings flanked the narrow path, and the far end was cut off by the chain link fence; the three Spears were stuck, and Nox relished a little revenge for the casualties already inflicted on his own forces. His troops moved in quickly, their spears raised but their voices silent. If the Spears were armed, this could easily go poorly for the nude warriors, even with their numerical advantage. It wasn't until they were only ten feet away that the three Spears noticed the deadly opponents bearing down on them, or at least paid them any mind.

"Now!" Shouted one of them, a sleek feline with blue hair that bounced as she turned lightly on her feet, raising a pistol and firing into the belly of a surprised wolf-girl. The lupine's body snapped to a halt, her belly thrusting forward as she soaked up the fire with a howl of pain that melted into a cry of pleasure. Her pussy leaked out her own unbidden pleasure as her comrades rushed around her falling form, but they found themselves surrounded.

Faces loomed in the windows of the buildings to either side of them, gun muzzles raised as steely eyes stared down iron sights.

"Oh shi---" one of the nude warriors began, only to find his body riddled with bullets. He danced on the spot as a line of wounds opened up across his belly, cutting him down in a second as the rest of the small force joined him. Bodies fell atop one another in a heap, each death punctuated by a short little despairing cry that ended in the small dull thump of meat landing across meat.

In seconds, they were all K.I.A, a thickly build German Shepherd spurting the last of his cum across his own thighs as he landed face-up across the legs of an already dead Husky girl.

Nox cursed. Idiots! How could they not have seen that was a trap? He disappeared into the shadows as the three Spears gloated over their kill; he'd just lost six more soldiers, and had yet to inflict a single casualty--that he knew of--on his opponents. His heart beat loudly in his ears as he watched the small group head out of the laneway, leaving their kills in a huddled mass of spent cocks, damp thighs, and lolling tongues. Four more appeared from the buildings which lined the laneway, and the panther could only watch them head onto whatever objective had brought them here.

Anger blossomed in Nox's thoughts. No, not anger. Fury. Unadulterated rage at being made such a fool of!

"Hey guys, wait up!"

A slightly pudgy male rounded the corner that Nox and his ill-fated companions had come from. He was one of Nox's, but the panther was tempted to let him run into the same fate that had claimed the others. Only at the last minute did the panther decide the soft-looking male could be useful. An arm shot out from the shadows and stopped the boy, yanking him back into the panther's embrace as a soft, "Shhhh" issued from Nox.

The male squirmed, fighting for a second before realizing who'd grabbed him. His eyes widened, the curled horns atop his head bobbing as he tried to nod in agreement to a question no-one had asked. Slowly, Nox released him.

"What's your name, soldier?"

"Kolby, Sir", the odd hybrid-looking male's volume earning a sterner hushing sound from the cat. The boy's cheeks reddened as he stepped away from the feline.

"Your name's Mud if you screw this up, kid" purred the cat with little kindness; a veteran of a hundred battles, the panther was not eager to lose this one because of his troops' incompetence.

Nox hadn't seen anything quite like the small hybrid before. With the horns of a Ram, and a shock of brown hair between them, the male looked more like a ferret than anything. The tawny and white furred body of the smaller male was smeared haphazardly with ash from the fires, a sooty handprint curled around one cheek. Quietly considering how drunk the lowly private's parents must have been to conceive such an oddity, the cat finally gestured in the direction the Spears had gone.

"Go that way. Make lots of noise. Seems like even you can't screw that one up, kid."

The ferram wasn't the greatest soldier, but he wasn't stupid either. "You gonna back me up with they come, Sir?" His eyes leveled on the feline's, sheepish in their own dull way but pointed enough that the cat found himself wondering if this weren't a waste of a potential asset.

"Are you asking me a question, Private?" Nox's anger at the ongoing escapades that the battle was becoming filtered itself through the innocuous question, arming it with enough sharpness to force the ferram to lower his eyes.

"No, Sir"

"Then get going. Nice and loud now." He shoved the ferram towards the departing Spears then disappeared into the alleyway they'd come from.

Kolby was left alone, but he couldn't deny the thrill at being chosen for something... even if it seemed like a suicide mission! He hurried into the laneway, ears perked to either side of his horns as he glanced around. "Is anyone here?" He called out, "I saw some Spears heading for the warehouse! Quick! Come help!" The boy hurried down the road, calling out anything and everything that came to mind. His pink shaft stiffened as movement caught his eye. Expecting a hail of bullets to cut him down, the boy raised his spear, ready to fight however he could against the superior weaponry of their foes.

Instead, he heard laughter.

"You're not very good at this, are you?" From the darkness two silver-clad Spears members slid from the shadows. They grinned at the nude male that stood before them. Their guns were raised, trained on the ferram and their eyes spoke of the determination they had to use them. Kolby raised his spear, pointing it towards the nearest enemy--a lean-looking cheetah boy with light brown hair, and a heavy tent in his silver briefs--and jabbing it forward.

"Stay back, or else! Y'er guns don't scare me!"

The cheetah's partner, a snow leopardess with shimmering blonde hair that fell to her mid-back, snorted derisively. "Let's just fry him and rejoin the others."

Nox interrupted.

He barreled from a nearby doorway with the bone-chilling roar his species were known for. Sharp and fueled by his anger, the sound jolted all three of the soldiers standing before him. His spear was as deadly as their guns up close, and he closed the distance quickly. The snow leopardess barely had time to get her weapon up before the point of the steel spear-tip plunged into the downy fur of her belly. As her gun clattered uselessly to the ground, the girl let out a primal shriek of pain and horror, her head tilting back and both paws clutching for the spear jutting up from her lean guts.

Even as the girl fell, her briefs soaking through with her juices, the feline yanked his weapon free. A garbled sound escaped the leopardess' lips as she plunged facedown into the dirt, her ass quivering in her briefs as she spent her last few seconds of virtual life gasping and choking uselessly. She hadn't yet fallen still as the panther leapt over her body, bearing down on the cheetah.

The smaller feline panicked, seeing his partner cut down so suddenly by the ferociously pissed off panther. His gun fired, but it was Kolby that was hit. The ferram clutched at his body as a surprised cry of pain rippled from his throat, "HUAAARGH!!"

The boy's bare cock erupted in a geyser that only served to help distract the cheetah further. Smoke curling from his wounds, the ferram's eyes rolled about in his head, unfocused by the mingled pain and pleasure of his sudden end in the battle. Cum spurted across his belly as his balls unloaded themselves into his fur with ferocity not unlike Nox's. Falling back onto his ass, the ferram could only watch with a dazed expression as the black feline barreled into the cheetah, throwing him to the ground where the smaller feline could only watch in horror as the panther bore down on him.

"Whoa, hey! No!" The cheetah's paw raised as if to ward off the blow, but there was no stopping it. Flat on his back, the cat looked up in anxious anticipation as the spear plunged downwards, piercing into his chest and drawing a throaty howl from the mortally wounded cheetah. His cock jostled in his uniform, hips lifting even as he creamed the silver briefs with as much gusto as he could. The smell of his musk caught Nox's nose, and the panther grinned even as he shoved the spear deeper into the dying male's body, relishing the kill. Pre-cum glistened at the tip of his own proud dick, dripping down onto the sprawled body of his victim even as the cheetah's eyes rolled back into his head and his tongue fell slackly from his lips.

Yanking his weapon free, the panther glanced towards the dying ferram nearby, snorting a little as the boy's ragged breathing sent a trickle of cooling cum cascading down the side of his belly.

"Sorry, Kid. Bad luck" The panther eyed the ferram's death with the same glinting appreciation that had tinted his features as the cheetah had perished. Kolby could only stare upwards, lips moving like a fish's. His cock had grown soft between his thighs, and even as he died, the panther was moving on.

A single black-furred finger curled around Nox's prick, stroking along it tenderly as he strode away from the three bodies laying in the dust.

"NOX!"

The panther halted at the sound of his name being called out. He recognized the voice immediately.

"Come out, Zavis!" The panther shouted back. At the far end of the lane, movement.

The python stepped out, his gun at his side and a smirk on his snout.

"Finally on the scoreboard, Nox?" The snake called out. He was a good thirty yards away, too far to charge but close enough to be heard. The panther fumed at the python's arrogance, hoisting his spear and considering how hard he'd have to throw it to reach the smug reptile.

"What're you doing here, Snake?" Nox's question brought an unexpected peal of laughter from the serpent, comfortable in his own technological superiority. As a small group the main force couldn't find them, and any nude soldiers who did were quickly cut down.

"Distracting you of course, pussycat."

Nox sneered, taking several long strides towards the grinning python. Opening his mouth to speak, the feline was cut off by the hollow boom of an explosion somewhere nearby. His arms raised instinctively to ward off shrapnel that never came, and several more sputtering explosions followed it. Head turning, the cat's eyes widened in the first honest look of surprise that had crossed his features in as long as he could remember. A column of flames rose into the night sky with a crackling ferocity that had the feline's eyes slitting against its brightness.

"Your headquarters, Nox" Zavis called out before turning and simply sauntering from the roadway.

Nox didn't watch him go. He didn't need to. He scowled at the flames and billowing smoke, at the screams that filled the air as his soldiers engaged the enemy, and at his own inability to do anything about the humiliation that pounded in his thoughts.

"You're dead, Snake" growled the cat as he turned and stormed back towards the sounds of battle, intent on rallying his troops and taking the fight to the enemy.

*****

The Spears' retreat was tactical and quick, the fighting stopping as suddenly as it'd begun. The nude soldiers were left wondering if the battle was over even as the Spears disappeared back into the jungle. Only a few saw them go, and of them even fewer gave chase. Abraham was amongst them, the crane eager to prove his worth after the scorn silently heaped on him by Nox earlier that day.

Spotting several flashes of silver reflected in the glow of the towering inferno that had recently been their HQ, the avian gave chase. Slipping easily through one of the un-mended holes in the fencing, the bird's long legs carried him easily over the haphazard obstacles of the jungle floor. To either side of him he could hear others following his lead, and the burning warmth of the pride he felt in his chest brought a haze of awards to be won, and commendations to be earned!

"This way!" The bird called back, eager to flex his newfound leadership muscles. "I saw them go this way!"

Spear raised, ready for combat and glory, the avian's feet gave out under him as though he'd stepped on ground that was only half-there. It wasn't quite mud, but it gave out beneath him anyway, and he tumbled into a sprawling tangle of feathers, feet, neck and wings. The squawk that escaped him rang in his own ears like a death-knell for the Abraham that could have been had he not embarrassed himself by tripping on--- what was it anyway?

The question burned in Abe's mind as he rolled over, only to find he couldn't! The ground sucked at him like the lips of a lover, holding him in its embrace even as he could feel it drag him deeper into the promised security of its depths. The bird let out a warbling cry of panic, his legs trying to lift but unable to break free from the squelching, shifting, muck that they were buried in.

The adrenaline of the chase, and the excitement of the battle had left the bird hard as a rock, his cock a towering pillar as he thrashed in the inflexible hold of the goo.

"Help!" His pride had become panic, and his leadership now cold submission. No offers to help presented themselves, and at least twice he saw movement in the undergrowth nearby as his comrades simply continued their chase.

The muck held him fast, and all he'd managed to do in his struggles was to roll onto his back. The bird's body arched up, his chest thrusting against the pull of the boggy fluids, but unable to escape either. Only the crane's hips were free, and he pumped them as though intending the momentum to carry the rest of him to safety; it didn't. His belly disappeared beneath the surface with a lewd schluuuurp, and his body was broken in half by a wave of muck sweeping over his midsection. His wings beat at it, his head lolling as he looked about for help and found himself completely alone in the darkness.

"Please! Someone! I'm ca-caught!" His stutter spoke only of the bird's terror as his hips disappeared, his cock forced straight up by the pressure of the muck as it surged around the throbbing flesh. It disappeared before his very eyes, like the mast of a sinking ship disappearing beneath the waves. He could still feel it though, dragged through the mud with every wriggle of his body. As his legs disappeared and his upper-body began sliding in, the bird strained against it, the pressure on his lungs causing his breaths to break down into soft gasps and whimpers.

His cock erupted somewhere down in the darkness, rich cream mixing with the jungle-mud as he released several potent wads of cum that was as doomed as he was. No-one saw him slip beneath the surface, vanishing with his beak open in a final struggling cry of horror that soon became muffled gurgling as the muck filled his throat and he vanished with little more than the glub of air-bubbles breaking the surface.

He wasn't the only one to be lost in the chase, similar fates befalling nearly a dozen of those who'd run into the jungle. Quicksand took some, a gator took one, and a snake found itself a tasty meal in the form of a shrieking raccoon girl.

Nox grit his teeth near the edge of the jungle's treeline, listening to the distant cries of his troops as they rushed headlong to their own destruction. He stopped the rest, gathering them together. How many had they lost in the raid? Thirty? Forty? The feline's sharp eyes scanned the downcast faces of the survivors; it was probably closer to fifty, he decided. And how many had they taken in return? The answer wasn't, and likely never could be, enough to assuage the anger bubbling in his throat.

"Two columns! Form up! Scouts to the front. We're going after them like SOLDIERS, not goddamn lunatics running through a dark jungle! Gather torches. You have twenty minutes." He paused, staring at them, "Get the fuck to work!" His spear-tip plunged into the dirt as though he were trying to murder the very earth beneath their feet.

Twenty minutes and they would go. Nox's eyes turned back to the dark jungle, counting the seconds in his red-tinted thoughts..

*****

Zavis knew the attack would come. He knew Nox would find them. Their retreat had been organized, but they weren't jungle warriors, and their passage would be found in the morning light; as usual, the snake hadn't been wrong.

The glade they had awoken in had become their camp. There were no buildings, no defenses, just the grass and the trees and the river nearby. The river would be their wall, the trees their buildings, and the glade itself their final stand.

The Spears had lost five soldiers during the raid, and only twenty-five of them remained, but each was determined to make each step the Nudes took a lesson in pain.

"San, up on the ridge. The rest of you to the riverbank. Hold them off as long as you can then fall back to the glade, then Plan B." Zavis moved through the glade distractedly as he issued the orders, his briefs tented with the rod of his firm manhood, pre-cum oozing into the already slick fabric of the slightly shimmering silver uniform. His thick rudder-like tail brushed through the grass as his troops moved to follow his orders. He knew that in the next hour the battle would be over, and either he or Nox would be dead in the grass; as uncertain as the outcome was, what was certain was that most of their troops would be lost regardless of who won. The thought warmed his loins even more.

The Spears had barely taken up their positions when the Nudes arrived. They lined the far side of the river, eyeing the water with an almost superstitious dread. The tracks led right into the water, and it wasn't until Nox had arrived at their rear that they felt the need to step into it. The chilled water was refreshing after their hike through the jungle, but nearly all of them kept their eyes on the far bank; how deep was the water? The thought plagued more than a few minds as they began to trudge knee-deep, then thigh deep into the gently flowing currents.

"NOW!"

The expected happened, and Nox was ready for it. His surviving archers had been held in reserve, and as the Spears rose or leaned from cover to fire into the water-logged troops, the archers released their first volley. Some were blocked by trees, others missed, but even as Nudes fell shrieking into the waters to be swept away, Spears fell too. At least two of them clutched at their barely clothed bodies, crying out in pain as the arrows jutted from their nubile frames. A dragon boy, thin and inexperienced, shuddered and convulsed as he twirled to land in the brush, his cock spewing cum like a high-pressure hose left on but unhandled. It marked across the tree he'd been pressed against. His chest rose and fell, the arrow that had struck him rising from just below his ribcage. Staring at it with wide eyes, the boy gurgled out a few final sounds before falling limp in the foliage. A fawn joined him, struck between the tits and going down like a sack of potatoes.

A Nude bobcat seized up as bullets caught him in the chest. His hips thrust forward just above the waterline and his prominently displayed prick sent an arc of cum up across his bloodied chest and softly furred belly. _" URRRRGH" _ He fell backwards, bobbing on the surface and listing in the water as it pushed him further down its path, a few Nudes having to navigate around the downed male.

Comrades became obstacles as fur after fur was cut down in the waters. Nearly a third of those who had entered the river were fishfood already, wide-eyes staring upwards blankly with water splashing into their open mouths, or facedown and anonymous as they were disregarded by the survivors intent on reaching the far bank.

The archers fired again and another Spear fell, a dour vixen who had stood up from behind her log for too long. She bucked forward as her face crinkled in pain, brown hair spilling across her face as she tumbled forward to lay sprawled atop the log she'd been using as cover. Her ass jiggled and clenched as an orgasm ripped through her loins, soaking her briefs through and forcing her legs apart before she fell still, the arrow inside her snapped short by the weight of her body falling atop it.

Nox watched this back-and-forth with avid interest. His own losses were unimportant right now. He had half his force still waiting to advance, and if even a third of those in the water reached the far side, they would still outnumber the Spears.

The panther's tail flicked and his lips pulled back in a sneer as he pulled the bow slung across his back free. "FORWARD, YOU SLUGS!" He shouted out at his own troops as he lined up a shot on a fierce looking cougar on the far bank. The male had pulled out a shoulder-mounted weapon that the panther stared at with avid greed; he wanted whatever it was. His arrow flew just as the cougar pulled the trigger on the cannon-like weapon, a red beam of plasma that had been aimed towards a small clump of Nudes going off target and all but obliterating a tree instead.

The cougar looked at the arrow in his ribcage as though it were something strange and inconvenient to his short-term plans. It wasn't until that his mind fully recognized what had happened that he began to scream, legs buckling and leaving him to tumble into the waters with that cannon falling to the jungle floor. His body thrashed in the shallow water before falling still, one foot caught in a tangle of roots which kept him from floating away. Ass-up in the water, the cougar's body became a fixture of the scene, his silver-clad ass sticking from the water as his arms floated out above his head.

More cannons appeared though, all along the line. Nox's eyes widened, and he took cover while his troops stared uncomprehendingly at the appearance of the new weapons. Red beams streaked across the river in a criss-cross of heated plasma death. Those that were hit shuddered in the ranks of reserve warriors. They didn't drop immediately, but the beam held them aloft for several seconds as their bodies thrashed and jerked and bucked on their feet. Their skin reddened and their cocks and tits jostled, before beginning to soften. Like taffy, their muscles and features sloughed off as incomprehensible shouts escaped them. Within fifteen seconds all of them were gone, their bones left laying in puddles of goop that had once been their soft tissues.

Nox felt the horror of it, and so did his troops. Dead was dead, but this was worse. Still, the grisly fate only spurred on his own self-destructive lusts. He could hear the cannons powering up again and part of him demanded he wait... that he watch more sleek bodies dissolve away... but winning was more important.

"ALL FORCES, FORWARD!" They were defenseless, perhaps in the river they would be safer.

A few of the first wave had gained the far bank and they'd entered close combat with the nearest Spears. Each engagement was one fewer gun aimed at the river, and even losing a few was proving fruitful. A doe found herself caught by a red beam, her mouth opening in a horrendous shriek as she pushed her body into the deadly ray. As she fell to her knees, globs of herself already splattering against the underbrush, Nox rushed past her. The steaming skeleton she left joined the others that hadn't even gained the river.

The hand-to-hand combat was going poorly for the Spears. They watched each others backs with short bursts of fire, and pistols, but the Nudes' spears were built for this kind of fighting, and their tactics were far less refined.

Kaira grinned as she plugged a shrieking wildcat's belly with two point-blank shots from her pistol. Several bodies lay scattered around her, their cocks soft and mouths agape with a final look of surprise; how had such an unassuming girl killed them!? The feline's long legs came up as she leaned back against a tree, using it to brace herself as she drove both feet into the chest of an oncoming horse. The stallion stumbled back, undeterred from claiming her as a prize-kill. She sidestepped his jab easily and laughed.

When a pair of hands caught her from behind, however, the laugh died on her lips. The horse was turning on her, and the hands clasping the small of her back were powerful. The girl's briefs rippled across her taut ass as she dipped and dove, but the hands held her firmly. A soft chuckle from behind signaled her second assailant's amusement of her struggles, but not so much as the fingers curling into the waistband of her briefs.

"H-Hey! Fuck off!" She shouted, only to have the hands drag her uniform down to her knees. Humiliation blossomed in her darkly furred cheeks, her bare pussy left exposed to the horse even as he moved into her. The fabric around her knees kept her from moving out of the way as his spear found the tender flesh of her belly. "AH-AH-AIIIIIE!!! Two short breaths and Kaira was shrieking, her voice joining the shouts of triumph and defeat that now filled the river-bank.

The force of the thrust drove the girl to the ground, smashing her onto her back where her feet kicked against the soft dirt and the spear rose from her body like some kind of primitive monument. She felt the orgasm spasming through her pussy-lips, and the tightness in her belly that competed with the agony of the weapon that had just killed her. A weak paw curled around the shaft of the weapon and she stared up at her killer with something between resentment and desire, those fire-filled eyes dimming as her head fell back and she joined the other bodies that began to choke the underbrush.

"Fall back!" The shout came from somewhere, but no surviving Spears looked to find from where; they all did what they were told. Guns fell silent as they barreled into the jungle back towards the glade. The Nudes gave chase and Nox joined them as he admired the blue-haired feline whose briefs he'd just pulled down. Her body was a marvel, despite the wound that had removed her from the battle.

"Onward!" The panther cried out as he stepped over Kaira's cooling body, leaving the carnage of the first phase of the battle behind. They had come out on top, and despite his losses the Spears had been dealt a heavy toll which they couldn't afford to pay.

The cat grabbed one of those cannons, hefting it up and admiring the craftsmanship; a new weapon that needed to be field tested, perhaps? Even if it were a virtual battlefield, the effect it'd had on their morale was a lesson worth learning, and a lesson he intended to repeat.

The male stopped when he felt a hand grab for his ankle. Looking down the panther was surprised to see Kaira's fingers gripping him. What he'd taken for death had just been a momentary lapse in consciousness, and though the girl was in no position to fight him, she still tried.

"Well now, aren't you a little trooper" the cat teased as he turned to look down at her once more, the cannon hefted on his shoulder. The feline's body was spread out before him, her eyes barely open but the fire in them unmistakeable! That changed quickly as he pulled the trigger on the cannon. "Let's see what this can do" he murmured to the dying feline.

The beam plunged into her chest, and the girl shrieked out with newfound strength, if only to release the pent up agony that roiled through her young body. Nox simply watched lustfully as her body thrashed and liquified around her gleaming bones. Within seconds the vibrant feline was a puddle of goo, her pearlescent jaws still open in that final scream as the rest of the skeleton lay in smoking repose; the briefs still clung to her knees, her pelvis still exposed even in death.

"You." Nox breathed out, looking away from Kaira's skeletal remains and lining up his sights on a retreating collie. The boy's dick bounced in his briefs as he leapt over a small tangle of brush, and the panther couldn't help but admire the canine's athleticism... not that it'd save him as the cat pulled the trigger and the red beam struck the boy in the small of his back. The collie's body crumpled as his hips lifted up, howls of pain and terror mingling as he was reduced to another grisly skeleton in the underbrush. The cat purred, "You're my new best friend" he murmured to the weapon, stroking it once before moving to give chase to the remaining survivors.

*****

Sanita had a birds eye view of the battle below as the Nudes entered the glade. A small group of the surviving Spears had retreated to a small stack of logs that had been put together as cover. The rest had scattered into the jungle, seemingly routed. The Nudes came in a single great wave, arrows loosed haphazardly above their heads as they raised their spears and voices in a single guttural roar of battle-lust.

She grinned, picking her first target and felling them with a shot to their ribs. They fell facedown in the dirt, the others hopping over the struck Nude's body with no regard for them. One by one she thinned them from her hiding spot but huffed as her ammo began to dwindle. As she fired her final shot--putting it through the neck of a petite and pretty mouse girl--the squirrel let out a frustrated growl; they hadn't even slowed!

"All yours, ladies and gents" she muttered under her breath, staring through her now toothless rifle-scope and letting a hand drift down to dip into her own uniform, intending to enjoy the show if nothing else.

*****

Zavis' plan unfolded as he'd hoped it would. As the Nudes charged into the glade--his snout split in a grin as he saw Sanita begin to work on the crowd--the snake hide amongst the trees near the edge of the clearing. Those behind the logs had volunteered to be bait, and they played their role well, firing pot-shots and creating the sense of helplessness in the face of such a determined force.

The Nudes surged forward, and once they had all broken from the treeline, the snake roared out the final order that would matter today.

"Plan B!"

The treeline on both sides of the glade erupted in gunfire. Like a scythe it swept over the flanks of the mob, bodies tumbling into the grass with shrieks and cries and screams and moans. There were only six or seven Spears on each flank, but it was enough to throw the Nudes into disarray. From amidst them Zavis heard Nox demand they spread out, his ornate spear gesturing towards the three pockets of resistance. The Nudes split up, charging towards all three positions at once. There were a little under a hundred of them left, but it would be enough to win the battle... unless....

Zavis rose, a pistol in his hand and a rifle in the other as he grit his jaws tightly.

He charged the oncoming forces. Weapons blazing, the snake's stride was a loping run that carried him quickly over the early-dawn dappled grass. The Nudes didn't know what to make of him, but as he opened fire, they decided. They came towards him, and he dropped three before they'd even come close.

A bull that had broken ahead of the group clutched at his broad chest as Zavis opened up on him with the rifle. The large male stumbled, his erect cock dribbling pre-cum as he fell backwards. The male's body hit the ground with a heavy thump, and the purple wolf that had been charging behind him had no time to move out of the way! His short cry of protest was cut off by a second body falling atop him, Zavis putting a pistol shot directly through the throat of an ash-smeared tribal otter that had been several steps behind the wolf. The otter's body added to the weight pressing down on the wolf, and both corpses seemed reluctant to move no matter how hard he shoved.

Pyre's plight was of little consequence to Zavis, who broke through the line of Nudes, whose own charge had faltered as the bull had fell; they let him go, renewing their interest in the far treeline that was peppering the air around them with gunfire; Pyre was left behind.

The promising wolf struggled against the bulk weighing him down, crushing his ribs and making it hard to breathe. Each passing second was an almost comical fight for survival that the boy knew he was losing. His glasses were broken, a few shards cutting into his muzzle as he strained desperately; with no air getting into his lungs, however, the fight had already been lost, and with a shuddering gasp, the boy's eyes rolled back into his head. He could hear the distant cries of the battle continuing, but in the immediate surroundings it was oddly serene, just the three bodies piled up like cordwood, with the wolf at the bottom.

His toes curled as the airlessness tore into his lungs at last, ripping his consciousness from him like a bandaid being yanked from a hairy leg. The wolf died un-noticed, and though he'd awaken in the warehouse unharmed, his pride would sting for days from this one.

Zavis had a clear run at Nox now, and the panther turned towards him with a sneer.

"Good!" The cat shouted out, raising his spear and awaiting the snake's approach.

The python didn't fire, though he had a clean shot. Instead he dropped his rifle, replacing it with a knife he'd holstered on his hip. The pistol he kept.

Their bodies collided and immediately the cat had the advantage. His larger size let him simply grab the python and throw him to the side, using the smaller male's momentum against him. Zavis stumbled, but he didn't fall, rounding about and throwing a wide-armed punch that slammed into Nox's jaw. The cat growled and kicked at the snake's gut, doubling the male over before pounding both firsts down on his back.

The fight between the two flowed as steadily as the river the Nudes had crossed to get here. Neither grabbed a decisive advantage, but each took turns clinging to small ones. Zavis would cut a strip into Nox's skin with the knife, only for the panther to land a rattling blow that'd leave the python woozy.

Blood trickled from the python's mouth, and Nox bled from several shallow knife-cuts along his dark pelt. They were both breathing heavy, and the smell of sweat and musk spoke of the exertions--and enjoyment--that both males felt.

Nox grinned, an honest expression that rarely graced his features. "Finally, a proper fight."

"Speak for yourself" answered the python, "I was hoping for more from you."

They clashed once again, Nox's spear easily evaded as it jabbed towards Zavis' unprotected guts. The snake side-stepped it, his foot coming up in a jarring blow to Nox's cock and balls. The panther rose to his tiptoes, a short cry of surprised pain tumbling from him as a thick spurt of pre-cum ran down the underside of his aching shaft; Zavis' own prick throbbed all the harder at the sight.

The two males resumed their dance, though Nox seemed to be moving more gingerly now, nursing the dull pain pulsing in the roots of his dick. It seemed the fight would last longer than the battle itself, but the haft of Nox's spear finally landed a stunning blow to Zavis' temple. The snake crumpled into the grass with a half-conscious roll of his head, clasping weakly at the grass as his weapons fell from his listless hands.

"Fucking runt!" Nox roared, spitting on the seemingly defeated serpent. "I'm gonna enjoy the hell out of this!" The spear rose, ready to slam down into Zavis' back.

Zavis' fist curled around the handle of the fallen knife, twisting it upwards and cutting into the panther's ankle, tearing through the delicate ligaments. Nox's roar of triumph became a howl of pain, his leg giving out and the feline slamming down onto one knee.

"I bet you will..." panted the wounded python, the knife rising with the speed of a scorpion's tail to plunge into the feline's throat. Nox's green eyes widened in shock, blood bubbling from his mouth and throat at the same time.

"Hrrrrk...." The surprise on his face was all the reward Zavis needed. He held onto the knife, using it like a lever to turn the panther's face down towards the snake's kneeling form.

"Now kiss and make-up..." teased the snake as he caught the dying feline in a final kiss. He ignored the taste of blood, relishing the thought of what must have been going through the panther's mind; when the panther's tongue pressed back against his own, the snake smiled around it.

Then it was over. The kiss was broken and the python shoved forcefully against the bulk of the larger male. Nox fell back, too weak to stop himself. Cum burbled from his tip in a small stream before a powerful blast of musky cream threw itself across his black fur. His balls seized up, his seed desperate to escape his dying body and content to cool in his fur instead.

Zavis watched it, the fight taken out of seemingly invincible feline, and the battle all but decided now.

Nox stared at the snake throughout all of it, the heat in his cheeks dissipating as the blood loss from the catastrophic wound to his throat. A final little mewling sound escaped with the cat's final breath, and his body fell still, cock laying flat and flaccid against his cum-soaked lower-belly.

"I win" muttered the exhausted snake to no-one in particular, sitting beside the unmoving body of the nude panther he'd just slain. He'd pay for the teasing when he was released from the program, but for now he just watched the last of the Nudes get mopped up by the few Spears still standing. They'd won somehow; thirty against two hundred, and they'd won.

Nox was going to be impossible to deal with now. Already he could hear the demands for a rematch, or claims that it hadn't been a fair fight.

Zavis reclined back, using the still belly of his last kill of the day as a pillow, enjoying the heaviness of the musk that floated around their two bodies.

The sun was rising above the treeline, highlighting the bodies that lay scattered in the grass.

'Goddamn', thought Zavis as he felt the tug of reality beckon to him; they were shutting the program down. 'I love my job"