Moondust Madness
Moondust Madness
A black RV featuring an American flag bleeding onto a graveyard drives through a residential neighborhood that has seen better days. One of the end row homes is heavily fortified with a mixture of white black and Hispanic men in gang colors patrolling the property and other people going in and out as the full moon shines up above. The gang bangers, all of whom wear New Jersey Devils jerseys, watch the RV closely as another gang of diminutive bikers drives the wrong way down a one way Side Street near the main avenue the recreational vehicle is driving down in the wee small hours of the morning.
The bikers, all five of them the size of children with big helmets and covered in clothes that reveal no skin, open fire with sub-machine guns on the house and its protectors. People start diving for cover after the initial assault as the back of the RV opens up to reveal what looks like a humanoid canine on a Harley. As the bikers drive off the dog man whose costume is a black armored jumpsuit with a stylized wolf's head outlined in red and a silver pentagram flanked by crescent moons on either side in silver featured within the top of the head, tinted goggles strapped down over his eyes, gives chase.
specifically the canine is German Shepherd that has apparently had a generous donation to his genetic code provided by humanity as well as other tweaks as he fur is red and black rather than the standard black and tan of his non-morphic cousins, but in any case he is giving chase to the little bikers towards the under side of an overpass. A panel slides open for them to ride down to some hidden tunnels as Darkling Dog prepares to toss a bola to ensnare a biker as he gives chase. Almost as if pursuit was anticipated the doors close and he has to gun his Harley to keep pace.
Back in the RV an older gentleman is watching Darkling Dog and shaking his head. He's about ready to grab the microphone of his citizens band radio to call him off when he disappears into the tunnels. Behind him a cute red headed woman brings out some coffee for the distinguished gentleman and herself.
"Coffee, Captain McGuffin?" The woman in urban camo fatigues asks of the older military man in similar attire.
"Thanks, Anna," Captain Harry McGuffin says to his adopted daughter and then looks to the monitor as a rail thin gentleman in a black jumpsuit with a single white dot on his chest joins them.
"Analog, Phantom Patriot," the man says to the other two. "The hybrid is off the screen. Where did that damn dog get to?"
"WORMHOLE!!" Analog yells at the other male human. "Adolf is doing more that you against these buggers than you. Have you got the cameras set up for me to scan the house?"
"Everything's set up, Princess," Wormhole states with sarcasm dripping from every word.
"Anna, scout out the target and if you can remote view and contact the dog," USMC Captain Harry McGuffin, better known to America and the world at large as the Phantom Patriot, orders. "Tell him to get his tail back here."
"Yes, Phantom Patriot!" Analog salutes her superior and then goes to do as asked as Wormhole starts at her ass.
"Stop bieng a juvenile delinquent, Wormhole," Phantom Patriot says sarcastically. "I have a job for you too."
"Yes, Boss!" Wormhole shouts with a mocking salute.
"Go check with Widget and see how ready is BR00T4L-IT for combat," Phantom Patriot orders, "I have the feeling we're gonna need it. And if you see Dani send her up here."
"Yes, Sir Right away," Wormhole says before teleporting elsewhere.
When he gets to where he was going, Wormhole is confronted by a robotic scorpion the size of a compact car with Vulcan machine guns for claws and whose tail acts as a launch platform for the Stinger missile system.
"Halt!" A mechanized voice broadcasts from the scorpion. "Identify yourself!"
"BR00T4L-IT! Stand down!" An attractively bald black man in the coveralls of a mechanic orders of the robot which it immediately complies with. Then to Wormhole: "Sorry about that, Fernando, the darn thing's just itching for a fight."
"It may get on soon enough, Jamal," Fernando "Wormhole" Cortez says to his friend Jamal "Widget" Jackson. "The boss is expecting trouble."
"He's been expecting trouble for weeks now," Jamal states, "He's got dog boy and cat girl running ragged lately."
"Speaking of Catastrophe, have you seen her?" Wormhole asks. "The boss wants to see her."
"Not today, Fred," Widget reports. "but I think she's sneaking around somewhere. What's he got Anna doing?"
"Remote viewing again," Wormhole says. "Something's weird about this place, I don't know why but while I was setting up the hidden cameras I could have sworn I was being watched."
"The place is said to be haunted according to local legend," Widget reports. "This is why I think he has Felicity checking it out physically."
"She went on site?" Wormhole asks incredulously. "No wonder the boss what to talk with her. When was this?"
"Yesterday, I think," Widget replies thoughtfully. "But she hasn't reported in yet."
"Does Adolf know about this?" Wormhole asks. "I know he and Felicity are tight. I don't know if he's as tight with her as she seems to be with Anna though."
"Wouldn't surprise me," Widget replies. "Shouldn't our male hybrid be signaling for me to lower the ramp and let him in?"
"Good question," Wormhole responds. "But he's giving chase..."
Back in the tunnels, Adolf McGuffin, the Darkling Dog, is in hot pursuit of the five baby bikers that have been doing drive-by shootings all over the city. Once out of the tunnel and onto a thin track so thin that even his quarry has to travel single file, he can communicate with the RV again. The track in question is only a few feet from the water which makes Adolf a little nervous.
"Darkling Dog calling the kennel; Darkling Dog calling the kennel; come in kennel," Adolf calls over the secure line he has to the RV in a modified iPhone.
"Phantom Patriot, here, where are you?" Captain McGuffin growls but with a twinge of concern in his voice, "Get your tail back here, ASAP! And I don't want excuses!"
"I'll comply as best I can, Sir," Adolf calls back sheepishly. "It looks like I'm over the river headed...What the fuck was that? Uh, Captain, I think I got a situation here. Switching on cams..."
"I'm receiving you, Darkling Dog," The Captain's voice is stern but clear and a little distant. "Good Lord! That looks the misbegotten spawn of a great white and a giant octopus!"
Swimming alongside the track and occasionally porpoising over it is what appears to be a huge shark with three octopus arms near the mouth like a beard and four more around the dorsal fin. One of the baby bikers is plucked out of his motorcycle by a porpoising octo-shark's tentacle. Darkling Dog has to pop a wheelie to avoid getting grabbed by another with only the dorsal fin above the waves.
"Looks like they're doubling back towards the house," Adolf observes. "Your orders?"
"Keep up the chase for now and capture one if possible," Harry says. "Good hunting; Phantom Patriot out."
Darkling Dog's chance comes soon enough to capture one of the small cyclists as the track moves into a glass tunnel. Inside the tunnel the monsters can be seen in much greater detail as they swim about the tunnel made of what looks like glass plates. Once the things, of which Adolf can see for of them at the moment, breaks a pane in order to grab another biker and thus flooding the tunnel.
The remaining three bikes and Darkling Dog race up the sides, the trio veering left while Darkling Dog goes right. Whirling a bola over his head Darkling Dog takes careful aim before throwing it at the three. He gets a hit which forces that biker to spin out, ultimately breaking another pane of glass and fall into the river where he is gulped down by one of the monsters.
Cursing his luck, Darkling Dog prepares another bola and this time after throwing it he grabs his grappling gun. Once snared by the bola Darkling Dog uses the grappling gun to bring the biker to him. The biker bangs his helmet against the dog's solar plexus but thanks to his costume, it doesn't even register that this is being done.
The last remaining biker slams into something in the tunnel up ahead. As Darkling Dog races past he can see parts of the suit eaten away by some clear and acidic gelatinous mass. What he sees shocks him as what little is revealed suggest that the little biker he has is a gray alien.
Darkling Dog has to do a controlled spin at the end of the tunnel as a trio of security robots, BR00T4L-IT's crabby cousins make themselves known. Each one is a crab with buzz saw claws and a police siren like device on top of the shell blaring nasty noises and a strobeing angry red light. And of course the phone doesn't work here so he can't call for back-up as he cycles through his play lists for something appropriate to fight by.
Analog back at the RV picks up on the battle and gets concerned. Initially he targets the sirens to shut them up as Disturbed's "Indestructible" fills his ears. Rolling out of the way Darkling Dog gets a good solid hit on one of the sirens on one of the crab robots, which initiates it's self-destruct sequence.
Darkling Dog chuckles to himself as Pat Benetar's "Temporary Heroes" plays next as he does his best to dodge buzz saws and bust sirens. Ironically Darkling Dog manages to maneuver the crab robots to kill each other as the next song that plays is Angelspit's "100%". But during the fight his prisoner freed himself from his bonds.
Adolf gives chase into the house but an explosion behind him causes him to look back. His motorcycle is now a pile of debris and flaming wreckage. Gritting his teeth, Adolf presses on when he gets a message on his iPhone.
"Adolf!" Anna's voice sounds in his head. "I'm remote viewing you from the RV, what just happened?"
"Bastards blew up my bike!" Adolf growls back. "Oh, and tell Grandpa that we got grays running around doing the shootings."
"Terrific, as if facing humans and freaks wasn't enough..." Anna starts and then realizes who she's talking to. "Not that I..."
"Save it, Anna," Adolf says with a smirk on his end. "Dani and I are basically doing what we're supposed to in using our abilities to help others."
"Um, Dolf," Anna asks: "You do now Dani is somewhere in there right? We haven't heard from her..."
"I'll keep her on my list of people and things to search for," Adolf quips. "But I will see if I can find her."
Adolf turns a corner carefully to find a workshop with some of the "dead" thugs stretched out with some gray aliens working on their innards. It rather disturbs Darkling Dog that all this time the multi ethnic guards patrolling the compound are nothing more than androids with advanced combat programming. But more disturbing to him is the fact that a reptilian alien soon comes in to check on them.
Darkling Dog does his best to remain hidden and observes what is going on. The reptile is directing its minions to work quickly to repair the androids as there is an intruder in the complex. It's only because of his collar that Adolf can understand what is being discussed.
Slipping outside Adolf places markers that Fernando can home in on before making contact with the RV. Wormhole opens up a portal for BR00T4L-IT to walk through while Darkling Dog goes exploring. Darkling Dog's heat signature was designated friendly to BR00T4L-IT long ago so he has little to fear of accidentally targeted; it's getting caught in flying debris as a result of the carnage the robot can produce that worries the human-animal hybrid.
Confident that the robot will be enough of a distraction, Darkling Dog starts to explore the compound. Skipping the robotics workshop the dog finds a drug lab where the product they peddle is produced. It looks like they treat moon rocks as part of the refinement process with chemicals labeled in an alien script but Adolf can read what they are even if the chemicals are utterly foreign to him.
He makes a mental note to make sure Analog goes over the lab to see what it's all about and moves on. The next set of rooms is a kind of medical testing facility. A young human female is led in with the promise of new drugs for her try out.
After stripping the blond haired blue eyed teen completely naked she is strapped into a chair with legs spread apart. Drugs are pumped into her system which causes her body to convulse in ecstasy as a young black teen is led in and given the same treatment. While in the separate chairs both humans are sexual molested which oddly enough enhances the feelings they receive from the drugs.
Initially the pair are attend to by grays who test the limits of their willing captives in a manner most clinical. But while both humans are orgasming from their treatments a reptilian walks in with a look of hunger on its face. It picks up a tool from the counter and extracts their hearts from their chests as a kind of snack before ordering the bodies to be sent for processing.
Another blond girl, this one in her late teens is brought in the reptile has her service him before she is to be given treatment. She doesn't even balk as she performs fellatio quite willingly on the alien and only moans when he decides to fuck her brains out. He licks at her plump breasts as he takes her to an obscure part of the room.
Laying his victim down on what looks like an industrial press he maneuvers her head directly under the drill bit. Holding her down h brings the drill down and makes a hole in her skull. Through the hole he extracts her brains and replaces it with a computer before rendering her corpse into an undead slave in much the same manner.
A boobless female reptile lays a well hung Hispanic dude strapped down on a similar table. As she rides him to climax the male has an arrogant smile on his face as if he perceives himself as another legendary Latin lover. But once his brain is removed his corpse is further damaged but taking off his cock and balls and eats them like a hot dog as she remakes the aperture she made with she castrated him into a fully functioning vagina.
Once her body is properly processed she joins the larger male and has words with him.
"Are you sure there's nothing that can be don to give me something like those?" She asks the male while pointing at the mammaries of newly processed slave."
"You don't need such attachments," the male grumbles to her. "It's a mammalian weakness that they were designed with.
"But it just looks so cool!" She says in defending her desire. "Please, Daddy!"
"No, get back to..." The male shouts as Adolf moves on.
It's when he moves on that he discovers a kind of holding facility. A rather substantial number of translucent octagonal tubes each are big enough for one person, two if they are intimate, are laid out end to end and stacked floor and ceiling in a grid like pattern. Pipes containing who knows what run between the tubes and as Darkling Dog gets closer he can see the silhouettes of nude people trapped within.
Touching the outside of a tube causes one side to become transparent and reveals a slumbering human completely nude and sexually stimulated. Males are kept perpetually erect so they can be milked; females are also stimulated to milk them of their fluids. Occasionally a tube contains pair who is perpetually fucking in a sleep that may never end and these tubes have what looks like power cords as if the friction caused by the intimacy is being used to help power the base.
A hypodermic needle is shot into Adolf as he's checking out the pod room. When he awakens he is naked and in one of the tubes with a vibrator in his tail hole, his face in kitty pussy and his dick getting sucked. Not wanting to let on that he isn't unconscious Adolf suckles at the clit of an anthro tabby cat femme.
It doesn't take long for him to realize the kitty he's eating out is Danielle "Catastrophe" McGuffin, another adopted member of the Phantom Patriot's family. Of course this isn't the first time they've done the sixty-nine position even if doing it in a plastic coffin like this is a new one. Eventually the one end is opened and Adolf is kind of flipped so the dog can properly fuck the cat.
"When did they get you?" Dani cautiously whispers to Adolf.
"While I was checking out this room," Adolf answers honestly in a response that is just as cautious as hers. "You?"
"Trying to sneak into the house itself," Dani admits, "I take it Grandpa is worried?"
"Yeah, and BR00T4L-IT is running loose somewheres," Adolf relates, "Which in hindsight might not have been the best decision."
"No wonder they just shoved you in where with me," Dani giggles lowly. "They had other concerns than interrogating you. I was tortured before they put me in here."
"What sort of monitoring systems?" He asks through a groan of pleasure as he cums. "If we keep this up there won't be anything left for later."
"Just as long as it's you and not the other males," She quips as she mews in pleasure, "I really don't want a human dick in me after this. But I don't know, some bio monitoring to be sure. I don't have my equipment so there's no way of knowing."
Both hybrids can hear something moving their way so they cut the conversation and concentrate on fucking. They are both wearing masks that allow them to breath despite the thin atmosphere, no doubt because of the altitude and the conditions in their sealed tube. Adolf is reduced to just fucking a blue streak in and almost out of he fellow hybrid and even going so far as to grope her breasts as something not to do for fear of discovery that they are not under the influence of whatever drugs that are attempting to be pumped into them.
Internally, Dani sighs as the cum collector condom they put on Adolf's cock prevents her from feeling the squirting of his climax she has grown accustomed to feeling what they make love. Other collectors on the nipples drain her milk when she lactates, a fluid she tries to reserve for special people in her life. Adolf with whom she is frequently intimate and who appreciates the drink is one of those she likes feeding but to have her milk taken like this embarrasses her even as it disappoints him.
At some point the dog and the cat had tentative plans on seeing if he can get her pregnant as part of seeing how human they both are in addition to being animals All these random thoughts go running through both of their heads as they wait to see as much as they can see what is approaching. Unbeknownst to both of them Analog is remote viewing the area trying to find them.
Dimly they both become aware of explosions and other sounds of battle s they go through the motions of passionless sex. They do this to fool the sensor into thinking they are doing that the aliens think they should be doing. Eventually the roof of their tube is shattered which would allow them to escape if Adolf's knot weren't fully inflated and thus they are stuck together.
Felicity laughs as Adolf grimaces while below BR00T4L-IT runs amok. If either hybrid didn't know better they'd swear the battle robot was smiling in its own way. While its programming allows for it to recognize situations like this as needing caution, those protocols are being somewhat ignored in favor of greater carnage.
Once freed in more ways than one, the hybrids go looking for their lost gear. Their protective costumes are recovered easily enough but their utility belts are not replaced so easily. Pairs of bracers and boots function like their old equipment are found instead and easily incorporated into their costumes.
Wormhole doesn't like it but he ends up making a portal to a hospital that can handle the unconscious survivors in tubes. Together he and Widget get them out of the house as Analog goes to work analyzing everything with her enhanced senses. Meanwhile the cat and the dog go alien hunting.
The new bracers allow for several options including making swing lines, globs of a gooey substance that takes on a web like quality to net those they wish to snare and a blaster. The boots are ultra slick allowing them to skate about rally fast and react to situations faster than might otherwise be possible as well as also allowing them to walk on walks and ceilings with much difficulty. Naturally Widget wants to take a look at them later.
Both types of aliens present their own challenges to find. The diminutive grays just scatter like cockroaches and for lack of a better term deactivate when they get caught. The larger reptilians can burst through the webbing and fight to the death in addition to being much harder to find.
In addition to fleeing the grays perform aces of sabotage to obscure the work they were doing. Analog secures the drug lab while Widget locks down the robotics shop. One of the octo0sharks tries to drag BR00T4L-IT into the water but a dose of heavy ordinance dissuades it.
Once the base is cleared of alien inhabitants by the two hybrids, Analog gets to work. What residents have taken to calling "Moondust" is a weird synthetic drug that has properties similar to Cocaine and Heroin combined but is neither. This is something completely alien to her, and that scares Analog.
Widget finds similar anomalies in the work shop as all the androids are actually a kind of zombified cyborg. They are so convincing as faux humans because at some point they were humans. Each "male" has been made androgynous and there are even some uniforms of the men in black that get reported after certain kinds of UFO experiences.
There are no space ships in the building, or parts of one and while the tech is certainly advanced enough unless it was brought here by another craft it could not have been part of the house when it was built originally. It also goes into self-destruct mode after the mainframe asks for a password nobody can supply. A countdown starts as the team tries to get as many humans in the compound out before it explodes.
The numbers are completely alien to Wormhole, Widget and Analog but thanks to their collars Catastrophe and Darkling Dog know exactly what's going on. When they are near enough to the hybrids the humans get up to speed quickly. But the time the house goes up in a dazzling, if rather rude, fireworks display the place is actually devoid of living beings.
Widget is not happy that he wasn't able to get any data from the computers before it blew but the Phantom Patriot is thankful that both Darkling Dog and Catastrophe got out safely. Analog has already entered her findings into the database as she made them so the mission isn't a complete wash out. Of course there is a kind of victory celebration taking place in Anna's chamber with Adolf and Felicity that Fernando and Jamal are determined to view via the hidden cameras in the RV>
Adolf's muzzle is firmly in Anna's groin, licking at her clitoris and the lips of her labia while Felicity is sucking on his cock. When she gets Adolf hard enough Felicity stops suckling so Adolf can penetrate Anna's folds; while she dons a strap-on with a Bad Dragon toy as its dildo. Anna does the Ride 'Em Cowgirl maneuver on Adolf's cock as Felicity fills her anus with the toy and gropes the human's breasts.
Phantom Patriot walks in on Widget and Wormhole whacking off as the elder flag hero, who still represents America's ability to defend itself in secret and do it with some flair carries a clipboard with the results of the analysis of the chemicals in the drugs the bastards were feeding their customers.
"Oh, for fucks sake!" Harry growls at full volume, "If you two horn balls are that hard up call back to central for a bunny!"
"SIR!" The two guts yell as they try in vain to rise and salute their commanding officer in a non-homoerotic manner.
"Widget," Phantom Patriot growls, "here are Analog's findings initially analyzed by our computers. What do you make of the?"
"Lemme see," Jamal says as he takes the clipboard and analyzes it. "This isn't good, Harry, the chemicals are mostly non-terrestrial but attach perfectly with human neurons associated with pleasure with a high narcotic quality."
"The drug is wholly imported to Earth?" Wormhole asks with an alarmed tone of voice.
"Not wholly," Jamal relates, "There are some chemicals native to Earth that other drug lords use to refine their products. But the bulk of the substance is alien, yes. Captain, what are these transactions?"
"Just what they look like, Widget," Harry states, "Colombian and other drug lords are trading locally made narcotics for this stuff. Bricks upon bricks of pure coke and heroin have been delivered for some reason." He then looks at the monitor and sighs. "I really don't want to disturb them. Dolf and Kitty especially earned some R&R time for what I put them through, but I may need them sooner than I want to activate them." He then glares at the other two. "Get me specifics, boys."
He then leaves as Widget and Wormhole divide their attention between plotting out just where these meetings are taking place and watching the amateur porn show of Analog, Catastrophe and Darkling Dog getting it on. The cameras were designed to be so well hidden as to be invisible even if the three being observed know they are in place. Ann rides Adolf's cock even as her anus is being reamed by Felicity whose strap-on includes a vibrator for her pleasure.
Phantom Patriot is at the wheel of the RV to keep the team mobile. Colombians in low riders drive up on either side of the RV on the interstate eye him up. They start to brandish assault rifles when the RV swerves into them.
Harry recognizes the Columbians as a hit squad from one of the Drug Lords listed as clients of the Reptilians. The Columbians are not yet aware of who they are dealing with and open fire only to get another surprise when an annoyed Wormhole drops dozens of live grenades into their laps. The idea that picking on the RV was an ill devised course of action is the last thought running through their minds when the grenades go off and kill them.
"We could have taken one of them alive," Harry says admonishment to Jamal and Fernando over the RV's internal communication system.
"Not necessary," Wormhole shoots back. "I recognized the crew. They're Miami based. We can go raid their crib for more Intel."
"Assuming there is any to be found," Widget warns. "Those where hit men they might not have been after us specifically. Guys like that do highway robbery for kicks."
"Is there much of a nest of those vipers in Florida, Wormhole?" Phantom Patriot asks.
"Miami is their southern hub," Wormhole admits, "but they have bits and pieces all over the state. I think the local boss for the state was on the list. Don Carlos Ramirez has an estate in the Keys as well as major holdings in both Tampa and Miami. Word is that he's a regular Kingpin always looking for a big score."
"Sounds like a plan of action to me," Phantom Patriot states, "Miami, here we come."