FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

(A rather smutty installmet for my good friend. Enjoy :P.)

Xivix happily watched the reservoirs run dry before quickly hurrying out of the sublevel when he heard what sounded like none too pleased necromorphs closing in. Xivix reached the lift and remembered that the trams were next.

Xivix would have contacted Riok with the good news but R.I.Gs were not compatible with his species and so he'd have to make do. He never like the idea of symbiotic R.I.G, which he could secure onto his arm and use for communications, kenisis and stasis if he found the required modules, but right not it seemed like an ok idea; he couldn't use it to assess his vitals however due to R.I.Gs having to be implanted into the central nervous system to do that.

"Xivix, we should really consider getting us to safety." Langfa said, beside him as Xivix looked over.

"Don't worry, as long as you're around my neck we'll be fine." Xivix replied, taking hold of the glowing, red, stone attached to the chain around his neck which was in two distinct halves with a segmenting line around the middle of it and a few half made symbols upon it of which Xivix had no idea what they meant. He'd bought the stone from a merchant for a nice price while he was holidaying on a different planet. The stone had stood out from the many other trinkets on the little stall with its feint but pleasant glow and interesting shape and so naturally Xivix was interested and they agreed upon a price. The merchant also warned him that the rock was said to give wearers headaches if worn for too long and he said it was something to do with a crazy myth surrounding Aegis Seven which Xivix disregarded immediately.

"Get us out of here Xiv, get us out of here. Langfa said, gently touching his arm before letting him move on again. Xivix slowly started to make his snaking way towards the lift again, thinking over what had happened in the past few traumatic hours and trying to make sense of it all despite Langfa's urges for him to focus on there here and now.

When people had started screaming and running, Xivx had been confused and panicked, he fled to Riok's place to see if he was in but Riok was gone and his place suggested that he'd left for his daily routine and that nothing untoward had happened. After that Xivix had been attacked by those things, nearly ripped limb from limb by the infected children and then he'd been forced to run until he met Riok who gave him his objectives. As he thought over this, Langfa was ever present in trying to cloud his mind and bring his focus back to the present.

"Don't worry Langfa, Riok will be here and I'll keep you safe regardless." Xivix said, looking her in her glowing eyes and noticing the symbols seemingly flashing behind her pupils occasionally.

"Get in the lift and go to the shuttle, you don't know what's going on here." She said, firmer than before but still keeping her ever gentle tone.

"Don't worry Langfa." Xivix said with a smile as the lift doors slid shut between them and Xivix started going up. After a short trip up the lift the doors opened to Riok blasting a necromorph infector away with his javelin gun as it leapt for him before turning to Xivix.

"Change of plans, head to the tram station but instead of going inside go to the shopping centre next door and go for the array first." Riok said, speaking quickly and pointing g a hand at Xivix before hurrying away. "No time to explain!" Riok once again left through a door which slid shut and locked.

After Riok's disappearance through another door Langfa walked over and told Xivix again to get to the shuttle and leave but Xivix, like a duckling falling in line behind its mother, kindly told her Riok was right and would never let them down.

"Xivix, go to the shuttle! NOW!" She roared, the orange tint of the environment briefly intensifying and her voice becoming loud and screechy when she shouted her last word.

"Ow, my ears." Xivix said, rubbing the sides of his head; Hydralisks didn't have ears but they had receptors on the side of their heads Xivix just used the phrase ears because he'd been around none-zerg for so long now.

"Xivix, go." She demanded, pointing at the door which would take him in the direction of the shuttle.

"I must help Riok first." He protested, going towards the door that would take him to the array. As the door slid open Langfa was on the other side and she grabbed Xivix by the shoulders.

"You don't know what's going on here! Get to that shuttle NOW!" She screamed in his face, her eyes and mouth glowing white as she screamed at him, causing the timid hydralisk to feebly shield himself with his arms and whimper as she did so. Langfa vanished and so did the orange tint as everything returned to normal and Xivix sat there on his own and close to tears for a few seconds before Langfa slowly moved over to him again and cuddled him from the left.

"I'm sorry Xivix; I just need you to get through this alive. Go to the shuttle, we'll get help and then we'll help Riok." She said, back to her sweet self as she cuddled him like a mother would and wiped away the one tear which got away. Xivix smiled, thanked her for being his friend and then set off towards the shuttle.

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Riok fumbled around on the deck, writhing and crying in pain as his inners and face burned and he was unable to open his eyes. Even crying from the pain and just bizarre emotional impact the attack had upon his system. After seconds of being released and writhing around on the floor Riok fell to the deck and pulled himself into the foetal position before falling still.

His face was burned, his eyes locked shut due to the damage causing his body to disable them in order to protect his eyes and his mouth was also shut to protect his inners. Beside him lay his javelin gun and somewhere off in the distance lay his advanced helmet. Riok slipped into the abnormal darkness of unconsciousness and everything was gone.

"Riok...Riok my son." A masculine voice, which to Riok commanded great honour and respect, spoke quietly to him, breaking Riok out of his dreamless sleep.

"F- Father?" Riok shakily asked, moving his head around like he was looking about the room but then he remembered he was blind. "Father, I- I can't see." He whimpered.

"I know, I know." His father replied in a voice only a father with a deep love and respect for their son could use. "Come, you need to get up. Stand up Talok, stand up."

Slowly, and with a feint whimper of pain, Riok rolled feebly onto his front and shakily pushed himself up onto his knees and then slowly pushed himself onto his feet.

"Good, now come towards me." His father's omnipotent voice commanded in a fatherly tone.

"I can't, I can't see." Riok whimpered, holding the door frame of the lift in his right arm so tightly he nearly left claw marks in it and waving his left arm around in front of him like he was trying to feel for something.

"Yes you can Riok, just not with your eyes. One foot in front of the other young dragon."

Hearing the voice again Riok estimated its position, held out both arms and stumbled towards it. Riok got two steps before falling over and landing in the safeguarding arms of his father. Just to feel somebody right now made Riok feel ecstatic right now, he was alive and he was safe.

"Thank you Father. Where do we go?" He asked, smiling at his Father as he stood up again and adopted a more stable position.

"There's a store two corridors away, we will go there." The disembodied voice replied, Riok nodded and was lead out of the room by a firm hand holding his that he knew to be his Father's. Riok kept getting lead slowly and safely by the hand in his hunched over and slightly undignified position; A grown dragon being lead around by his Father, a sight to see.

"How did you find me?" Riok asked, again trying to look around the room with his head but his eyes still refused to open. As he waited for a reply Riok's other senses started kicking in. He could smell recently burned flesh, the rotten and putrid smell of necromorphs and he could hear the odd scampering about of things around him or in the vents above them. Riok could only hear one set of footsteps, likely his father's due to RIok shuffling his feet mostly.

Riok felt humbled and undignified, he was in a hunched over stance with his right arm drawn close to his chest, his feet barely leaving the ground, his wings lowered to his body and his left arm out and being used to lead him around. He whimpered softly as he noticed that over being pulled along he seemed to be leaning into the simple lead and most of his movement was of his own actions and not his Father's. A few moments later they were there.

Riok stumbled to the store and the grasp of his Father returned to his body, he was turned and pushed back into the store; he held still and felt the mechanical arms of the store grab hold of him and relaxed as he realised his suit was getting fixed.

When the store opened Riok was no longer in a suit, he was in a form of battle armour.

The helmet had a bulky front made of ridged shapes that created an almost armoured ramming head around Riok's own and many more less ridged panels had constructed themselves around his head and horns whilst still maintaining his ability to work in a vaccum.

His shoulders were armoured in prominent rounded pauldrons which were at least a few inches thick, capable of a withstanding the heaviest of blows with little to no damage to the wearer. Both shoulder pauldrons held a blade sheathed inside a thick casing for life or death situations where there was no other choice than to use a knife. The blades were also Draconic in design and followed the same design of ceremonial blades from Riok's clan, however these were combat worthy weapons.

The hilt of both blades was made from bone white ivory and carved with many intricate designs of Draconic writing and images but the end of the hilt was one large dragons head which was carved like it was roaring and the horns acted as a hand guard for the user. The blades themselves were created from sharpened obsidian and could easily rival other combat knives and each side of the blade had a large carving of a dragon on which was the same on both sides.

The two blades alone were worth their weight in pure gold due to the exotic materials used and so dragons whom had the necessary honour to own or wear one kept them in good condition and under a safe eye at all times.

The chest piece of the suit had multiple panels and one thick main panel, covering the wearers body completely. On top of that were layers of extra panels, resembling the natural armoured plating that one can find on the underside of a feral dragon's neck and chest. The panel located in the centre of Riok's chest, which was pushed out slightly from the others that made the chevron like pattern, held the holographic display and projector that showed Riok's current gear.

His leg armoured bared resemblance to the Advanced Suit, the front of his legs being protected by a thick chunk of armour, which had a few small white spikes running in a line up it and getting bigger towards the knee, whilst the back was protected by a thin, but still strong, piece of armour that was nearly scale-tight.

The armour on his arms and hands were interlocking with a special joint at the elbow, allowing for full mobility without losing out on any of the protective qualities of the armour. His hands were covered in a set of thick gauntlets, a deadly white spike adorning each of his knuckles so that whenever he was forced to punch an enemy, they stayed down for good. His wrists were protected by two thick circular pieces of armour, also reinforced by the armour coating his arm that reached down to his wrists that ran under the two pieces of circular armour.

The armour protecting his tail was similar to his chest piece in that the panels of armour on the underside of his tail bared resemblance to the armour on the underside of feral dragons and the ones on top were the same armour to the rest of the suit. Each panel of armour overlapped each other, further improving their strength, before ending with a set of bone-like spikes, six in total with three on each side; this allowed him to use his tail as a club of sorts, capable of smashing through bones like they were sticks as well as to crush any downed enemy, increasing his lethality incredibly as he could take out multiple enemies at once using a combination of his weapon, tail and the brute strength that came with such a bulky, durable, suit.

Most of the pieces of armour were coloured a deep blood red whilst certain piece of armour were highlighted by a pure white, the most noticeable of which being his chest piece. Several other small parts of his armour but for the most part, it was the deep blood red colour.

All of these individual parts combined together made a very bulky, tank-like suit that would intimate anyone who Riok came across. With this suit, he would be able to withstand a huge amount of damage with barely any effect on his actual health. Also, it would have no effect on his ability to work in Zero-G environments as the added weight of the suit had no significance in space. All in all, he now felt able to take on the world, a hushed 'Come at me bro' escaping his lips as his eyes cracked open and he exited the shop.

As he went to take hold of his Javelin Gun from his back again he found it missing and he turned after he heard a little mechanical sounds from the store to see a new one come down from above for collection.

Riok went over to inspect the new weapon and smiled at what he saw. The weapon had been entirely decoloured to the same red as his armour the barrel of the weapon was white, the trigger and a small surrounding area was coloured white and the cylinders of ammo were also white but the receiver for the cylinders remained red. Written down the barrel behind the shield was a draconic phrase which read: "Get Penetrated"

Riok liked this as he took the weapon and held it in his arms, he checked to make sure his cutter was on his thigh at it still was which was good. The store folded itself away and returned to its idle state as Riok left.

"Me gusta...me gusta mucho." He said to himself as he flicked the safety off and the thrilling sound of a javelin being loaded into the barrel echoed around the empty room.

"Father?" Riok asked, looking around and seeing nobody. "Father?!" He called out, concerned for his Father's wellbeing. At that moment a slight breeze went through the room and a small bit of paper blew past Riok, he snatched it out of the air and noticed it was a note.

Had to run, will see you again soon.

Riok was disheartened by the note, he'd come here to find his family and help them to safety, found one of them and now they'd run off from him.

Hearing a loud roar from close by Riok remembered about his situation, snapped back into focus and headed off out of the eccentric and feral sized lobby down a corridor that would lead him to his family's home.

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Ayara wandered out onto the open space of the massive maintenance bay of the tram system and looked around. Piled high, on neat shelves, to her left and right were new trams that weren't in service, above her loomed a large, four toed, clamp that transported the trams around once they were inside the bay and the shelves were separated by doors of varying sizes leading to different places.

Ayara, being a large feral dragon, would comfortably stand at her full height with enough space around her to move entirely to her right or left without hitting anything and even rear back onto her hind legs without touching the ceiling with her head. She was a fairly large blue dragoness whom also had some anthro qualities due to her Father being an antro and Riok being her brother. She had softer and less prominent scales than most feral dragonesses, had much more of a rump compared to feral and most noticeably her chest supported a large, feral sized, pair of plump and juicy breasts. Running from just above her wing joints, down her spine and ending just a little bit before the start of her tail was her R.I.G and attached stasis level monitor.

Due to ferals having to wear clothing due to regulations Ayara was wearing a feral equivalent of a white sleeveless top and some black shorts which covered her well. However, from the front a good view of her cleavage was still given but that was practically unavoidable.

Again she tried to call he Mother, Father and Riok on her R.I.G but this far underground there was just no signal or they were unable to respond; Ayara dared not think the later of the two ideas.

She'd found her way in here after the tram tunnels had started filling up with water and her belly was still wet from that; whatever was causing the tunnels to flood was really going for it due to the speed at which the tunnels filed.

She was about half way through the bay when one of the doors slid open. Ayara spun ninety degrees where she was standing, dropped in to a low stance and growled loudly at the now open door; exposing her deadly sharp teeth.

A terrified Dianos yelped at the sight and fell onto his back and scrambled back along the floor as Ayara roared and displayed her teeth to him.

When Ayara saw that he was not infected she cooled off nearly instantly and looked at him.

"Hello!" She said, looking at him. "It's me!" She said to Dianos playfully, lowering her head to the door and sticking it slightly inside so he could see her and recognise her.

"Dianos, have you seen Riok, I've been unable to contact anyone." She said quickly, her naturally fast speech meaning Dianos was slightly behind in his reply as he had to think over what she'd said before replying.

"Yeah, he's fine. We got separated when we came looking for you and the family." Dianos replied, standing up and walking over to her. Ayara smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ohh thank heavens he's safe, what of the family? Are my family ok?" She franticly asked; Dianos could only shrug and say that they didn't know.

"What are you doing down here Dianos? I'm trying to find the freight elevator to get back to the surface and make my way to a landing pad so I can call for somebody to pick me up." She said, again speaking too quickly and happily for Dianos to hear first time.

"Riok and I got separated, I was going to take a service lift up into the residential building and look for him." Dianos replied. A moment later several roars echoed through the room and Ayara snapped to her defensive position again as seven brutes emerged into view some distance behind them.

"Bastards, I thought I scared them off. Go Dianos! Get to Riok and tell him where I'm going, I'll hold them!" She ordered, stepping in front of him.

"What?! Have you seen the side of them!?" Dianos protested, firing off a few rounds and discovering they were bullet proof too.

"Dianos...shoo" She said with a smile, "Gently" brushing him away with her tail. Dianos grumbled as he had no choice but to leave Ayara and hurry to find the lift he needed.

The first brute charged at her but Ayara simply watched it until it drew close enough.

"NOM!" She roared, clamping her jaws around its head and body, her teeth easily penetrating into the creature due to her jaw's amazing strength. She bit down on the brute several times before grabbing it body in a fore paw and ripping its head clean off its body before discarding the two pieces. A second brute close in and she went in to demonstrate her slashing claws this time.

Ayara kept slashing left and right, forcing the brute back to the wall as her claws scratched and damaged its armour before roaring and cleaving both its arms from its body when she reared up and scythed her fore claws down through its shoulder joint weak spots. The corpse fell to the floor and Ayara turned to the next brute.

Before the next attacker even revealed itself, Ayara had grabbed on in her tail and was using it as a wrecking ball. She was even laughing as the slammed the captive brute into the five other brutes still hanging around. She swiftly became board and so moved the brute to her mouth where she chewed on it for a few seconds before ripping it limb from limb and hurling the body at the others again.

She lowered her head to their level and roared again but was cut short when one of the group grabbed her by the horns.

Ayara growled loudly as she was pulled down by the brute fiercely grabbing her horns and trying to pull her head down onto the ground. She couldn't see around her as she battled with this persistent S.o.B and using her claws would make her go down on whichever side she lifted and, with her tail grabbed in the firm grip of another brute. As she continued to struggle with the brute grabbing her a sharp, numbing pain shot through her back right thigh and she realised one of the brutes had given her a good punch which had resulted in a "Dead leg" as her anthro brother always called it. Lifting her numb leg she stumbled around a bit before the brute at her head pulled her hard and made her fall flat on her stomach. Whilst on her stomach her top was torn from her and her big breasts fell free into the cool air.

Her legs were quickly grabbed by two brutes who manhandled her into spreading her legs while the one holding her tail pulled it back towards her head to her left side and upwards. The brute at her head let go and swiftly moved behind her and out of her attack range since her hind quarters were now firmly pinned by the lumbering necromorphs. After a moment of silence she felt her pants rip and the brutes pull them off her so her hind quarters were now naked.

She gasped audibly as she felt a heavy and stinging slap connect with her right ass cheek and she could almost feel it flush pinkish red from the strike from the brute. The rough grasping appendage barely worthy of being called a hand due to it being more like a rough and improvised arrangement of slightly movable but powerful bone in the muscle mesh on the underside of the tree trunk thick, bone armour plated, arm.

As she hissed and looked around to see the damage a second strike from the same brute came and caused her to curl her toes on her hind paws and hiss in a slight pain as the pain in her rump flared up again and her reddened cheek turned slightly redder after the second strike from the brute.

It was only now that the reality of her situation started to dawn upon her. Her hind legs were held by one brute each and were being pulled outwards in a position similar to the spread eagle position, her tail was being pulled back and practically over her back and then she started to realise that she was unable to attack any of the brutes holding her down. From those thoughts she started to question what the brutes' intentions were and what they wanted with her now that their initial violence towards her had waned.

She was about to throw her weight in an attempt to roll over and gain some form of movement again when a slap to her other cheek came and she hissed again before curling her toes even harder; what the hell were they doing to her?

As the stinging, and acute burning pain from the spanks died down a slight spark of pleasure came from her cherry rump as a slight gasp of mild arousal came from her mouth.

Focusing on her objective again she prepared to throw them off her when a most peculiar feeling caused her to open her mouth wide in a loud gasp.

Suddenly, without warning, she felt the large, strength augmented, hands of a brute grab her reddened cheeks and start to grope and move them in a circular motion. She gasped at this sudden attention and shuddered as a small bolt of pleasure shot down her spine.

As the groping and rubbing continued she quickly became dissatisfied by what was going on and opted against continued molestation by the group of brutes who had decided to grab her. Pulling hard with her right hind leg and then her left she found herself barely able to budge as the tree trunk like arms of the brutes firmly held her spread and to the ground.

What the hell where they doing with her?

A literal moment later she threw her head back and gasped as her lungs seemed devoid of air.

"Ohh my god!" She wheezed, gasping as she felt the volcanic rock like texture of the brute's knuckles rub against her tight pucker. Her body locked up when she felt the feeling brush against her and could only let out short, restricted gasps and pants as the hulking necromorph continued to rub her with its hardened and textured armour plated hand. The brute continued to rub it thick and unyielding knuckles against her pucker for several more seconds, as if taunting her by what he was doing which caused her to squirm and struggle against the now superior power and grasp of the necromorph group.

A moment later the feeling was suddenly gone and she stopped, she was about to look back when the brute holding her cheeks squeezed her sensitive rump hard and pulled her cheeks wide and once that was done the brute whom had been rubbing his knuckles on her clenched a fist and pushed it against her rear entrance.

Ayara screamed as she felt her rump start to stretch as the brute applied more and more of its truck like power to pushing its fist relentlessly into her tight ass through her soft cheeks. With her forepaws she reached forwards and clawed at the ground, leaving deep scratch marks as felt her pucker start to stretch along with her rump. Screaming louder and louder as her ass was slowly stretched wider and wider by the brute she felt a strong and conflicting mixture of pleasure and pain shoot up her spine to her head. The brute just maintained his force and kept pushing as her rump started to conform and start accepting his unnaturally huge girth.

Her body locked up and her screaming continued increasing to abnormally high levels as her as was stretched and when it was eventually wide enough to allow the brute's massive, flat, fist inside her body suddenly reacted.

Her pupils dilated, her ass swallowed up his huge fist and she spasmed as her mind was literally fried by conflicting feelings as several feet of the brute's fist and arm pushed into her.

Her lower body was not responding, it had locked up tight from having a tree trunk shoved up her ass and her upper body was shaking violently. Inside her she could feel a strange void which was filled by a large object she knew was the brute's arm.

Both sides remained still for a few moments, only Ayara's shaking and wavering gasps and moans of pleasure breaking the silence. The stillness only lasted so long and as soon as it was over the brute whom had lodged a good portion of his arm inside her rear grew bored and started to thrust his arm in and out of the feral dragoness.

Inside Ayara she felt the rock hard arm move relentlessly in and out of her, the rocky, rough and uneven texture tugging and pulling on her sensitive flesh as the beast carelessly thrust into and out of her. As he withdrew his arm from her Ayara could feel her inners clench around the intruder, which only caused her inners to become snagged and tugged again as he pulled out which sent a mixed signal of pain pleasure up into her but the pleasure always overruled the pain and within moments she was crying out in orgasmic pleasure as she felt the rough, hard, unnaturally big arm penetrating her rear and sending her ever higher into the realms of pleasure. Her ass was clenching hard around the brute, betraying her body's lust for a good fisting from the brute and after a few more thrusts he pulled back, roared the echoing roar of a brute and slammed his whole arm up to the shoulder joint into her rear.

Again her body locked up and Ayara cried louder than ever before, louder than at any other time in her life and louder than any other orgasm she'd had in her life. The brute reached so orgasmicly deep into her and his thick arm stretched her so wide as his sharp and unyielding features pleasured her so much that she was brought to orgasm there and then.

Her rump clenched tight around the arm, her pupils dilated even more as she felt the new detail and she roared an orgasmic roar which would rival a bloodlust roar from her brother Riok.

The upper area of his forearm was crested by three thick and broad spikes which dug deep into her walls and stretched her several inches even wider as well as dragging mercilessly along her walls and his entire panel of armour was covered in crags, ravines and an almost rib like patter which pressed into her flesh, tickling, pulling and agitating it into sending bursts of pleasure from her hot, stretched rump to her brain.

Moving up from his forearm she reached the great shoulder armour which was by far the most defined piece of him yet, the entire shape was incredibly rough to the touch, none of it didn't tug or agitate her sensitive flesh and the rough and spiked edges caused her too much pleasure for her brain to calculate.

Just after is forearm was a small indent in its shoulder armour which her tight rump eagerly grabbed onto and moulded into; big mistake.

Inside the indent it was lined with tiny fragments making it the roughest single patch of his arm and he knew this so he constantly moved his shoulder to rub those fragments against her hapless flesh. The fragments irritated her flesh greatly, causing it to enflame slightly but that only allowed it to act as a superconductor for the pleasure when it came. The sides and "bottom" of the armour were grooved around the edges which pulled on each tiny bit of flesh "Unlucky" enough to become caught in it and when it snapped free due to the tight elasticity of her ass she felt a huge shudder of pleasure go through her.

Adorning the top of his shoulder armour were his two biggest shoulder features, a pair of spikes and a looming ridge.

The first spike jabbed uncomfortably into her flesh causing irritation just like the indent and the second less to into a different part of flesh and when his forearm's deep grooves swept over these she gasped loudly as a cool pleasure erupted over her body. The ridge itself mainly just stretched her just that bit more but it also had many cracks and grooves in its flat face which almost had a scratching post like effect on her and caused her to subconsciously spasm and rub against it.

All of these foreign pleasures and the sheer feeling of having a tree trunk inside her ass pushed Ayara to an orgasm which wracked her to the bone and one which the brute defiantly enjoyed due to his growling as her ass clamped around him and his teasing fisting after her orgasm slowly subsided.

Slowly recovering from the orgasm, like she was waking from some strangely exhausting and disorienting dream she moaned loudly as the brute teased her before it pulled from her rump. Her upper body collapsed to the ground in a long exhalation as he pulled from her and she felt her rump instantly go tight again before starting to slowly return to normal. Now that his arm was gone, she could feel the slightly painful irritation and tug marks inside her and hissed a little when she shifted her weight. When she did shift her weight however she found she was lying in a pool of liquid.

Looking down she saw her sex, absolutely dripping wet through with her juice and under it was a pool of her nectar which the brutes had caused her to spill during the extreme orgasm. When she heard them lumbering around again she remembered they were hostile but had no energy to stand. She had no way to combat them as one came round to her head.

It grabbed her skull and she could do nothing as it lifted her head a little and she saw its thick, bone hard, cock.

She groaned a little, realising she'd be a nice wet fuck toy for them a while longer before they left her be.

He was well endowed, at least four feet in length and a good two in girth Strangely his cock looked muscular, throbbing and hard...very hard.

The beast roughly manhandled her skull, grabbing her with its left hand just behind her eye and grabbing the side of her jaw in the other before forcefully pulling her jaws open and shoving its chunky length inside her mouth.

Ayara moaned in submissiveness as the thick length was pushed mostly into her mouth and she had a moment to examine it as the brute moved its hands back to her horns.

His length was thick, chunky and unwilling to bend or be manipulated by her in any way, it felt strange in the way that seemed to be made of the same muscle mesh as the brute which gave it an uneven and different feel to a normal cock but still nothing too different. When the brute had hold of her head it grunted and shoved its length fully into her, pushing into her throat and causing her to gag loudly on the male as her throat muscles hugged its length tightly.

Having no choice but to go along with what they would do to her, Ayara's tongue slowly licked along the brute's underside, tracing his length's bumps and wrapping around him to start covering him in saliva to help him slip in and out of her better and the entire time she was gagging audibly on his cock.

He gripped her skull just a little painfully tight, pulled back and slammed his length home into Ayara's throat and mouth, forcing her to gag heavily on him and for her thick tongue to play and tease his length with stimulating strokes.

As the necromorph started up pounding her mouth the others shoved her over onto her right hand side; her big, bouncy and irresistibly juicy tits were now exposed and her left hind leg rose into the air submissively as she subconsciously opened her body up to the hulking giants.

She groaned heavily, sending deep vibrations into the brute at her head when her left breast was gripped in a strong hand and roughly manhandled before she felt the hardness of a second brute cock sandwiched between her big boobies.

Her breasts moulded perfectly around this second length, the brutes hand atop the sexy burger and squashing it together so every part of his fat length felt the adorable softness of Ayara's bouncy tits. Ayara called out loudly as he squashed the burger together which created a mix of pleasure pain inside her until he started to thrust into her tits and his length also rubbed along her body when it couldn't push any deeper between her tits.

Her breasts felt like a literal heaven, barely matched by her sex in softness, thrusting between them felt like somebody had taken two big, soft, pillows of the finest down and filled them up with some unknown substance designed to perfectly take any male placed between them and fuck them so well that the male thought he was in living paradise as the brute did right know.

Ayara gasped, not that she could much, around the brute's length as he continued to ravage her mouth with his thick length as she felt heavy brute hands grab at her ass again; his big hands kneading and groping her reddened rump causing her to moan a little as he pulled her cheeks wide and she felt his length press between them. A moment later the brute pushed forwards and Ayara groaned heavenly into the length in her mouth as she felt her ass penetrated for the second time in minutes.

Her eyes fell shut and her groaning increased as more of the thick, strong, length pushed up into her still sensitive rump. The brute took it slow, wanting the dragoness to feel as his length pushed deeper and deeper into her recently fisted ass which Ayara did and her body responded by having her rump clamp down hard on the brute and already start milking him for his seed as her body's pleasure started to build up again deep down inside of her. The brute's uniquely hard length made sure that Ayara always felt the big rod lodged inside her ass and when the brute began to fuck her, his groin slapping against her sexy cheeks as he did, she couldn't stop moaning and groaning into the length in her mouth as her body craved and adored the feeling of getting fucked in her rump.

From all the pleasure she was receiving she just wanted to reach down and start fingering her wet sex but she didn't have the energy or room to with the brutes crowding her body but her desire to feel all her sexual spots in use came a split second later when she shuddered and jumped a little as the last brute put his length against her soaked sex and grabbed hold of her raised leg.

"Aaaaaaaaugh yes!" She cried out past the brute fucking her mouth, a little to his displeasure as his pleasure dropped a bit"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesssssss!" She shouted as her sex was penetrated with ease and she felt her entire body filled with brute cock. The brute's length slipped effortlessly past her soaking wet folds and deep into her lake of a sex. The brute's cock was instantly drenched in her juices and he could slip in and out of her soft wall's grasp with no effort at all. Her walls shaped and moulded around his length and as he rammed his length harder and harder into her wetness her pleasure rose higher and higher as she felt her g-spot under constant attack, her rump constantly filled, her tits always being groped and squashed and her mouth always full of brute cock.

Now she was totally enveloped in pleasure she devoted all her attention to returning the pleasure to the brutes around her. She wrapped her long tongue around him, flicked it over his length and stimulated every part of him she could before he slipped back into her throat, caused her to gag hard and then pull back out into her mouth to release his pre. His pre was very sticky and a bit sloppy and had the constituency of caramel but he fired it with a good burst of power and lust which ensured her mouth got a good coating of the strange and sweet tasting seed. Her tongue was always covered in the sweet male's seed and she worked it back into his length with strong licks and rubs and used it like some sort of erotic massage oil which worked wonders as the brute was soon roaring quietly and expressing his pleasure in a tightened grip, more generous donations of pre and a faster thrusting speed.

He could hold no longer and roared wildly as he hilted himself and began to flood her mouth with his caramel seed. Ayara, lost in pleasure from her entire body being fucked, reached up and grabbed him before pulling him onto her mouth and sucking harder than ever before on his length; her tongue pumped him, her throat elenched and gagged on him and her mouth suckled on him as his seed flooded her mouth and seeped out of her lips due to the volume she allowed to build up before letting him go and swallowing. The brute, pushed deeper into carnal pleasure by her grapple pulled out and furiously worked himself before spewing more seed all over her face.

Ayara murred audibly as she felt the sticky yellow liquid stick to her scales and barely run down her face as it splattered messily against her. Once he was done, the brute moved out of sight just as his friend at her tits found his climax and could hold out no longer.

Her big, bouncy, breasts were suddenly hit by a warmth deep between them as his seed burst from his length and Ayara moaned happily at the new warmth and took hold of her tits from the brute. She worked them in opposite directions and atop each other at the end of each movement to ensure both her breasts and even her forepaws got a good covering of hot seed and the brute still had his length pleasured. As she worked the brute with her tits she barely register anything else other than the two brutes still pounding her and clouding her mind with absolute pleasure untill.

Ayara opened her mouth wide in an orgasmic roar which nearly shook the room as her entire body clenched around her two remaining brutes with incredible strength. Her toes on all her paws curled up, her sex gripped the brute's wet length and her rump clamped around the other length penetrating deep into her body as the brutes reached their own climaxes curing her orgasm.

She was lost in pleasure but as she felt her ass starting to get pumped full of hot cum she was pushed higher into her orgasm which also forced the other brute over the end and she felt his seed splatter all over her insides.

Ayara was completely gone, lost in the feeling of both her hols getting filled to the brim with caramel seed and them overflowing onto her nethers or between her sexy cheeks as seed kept getting gloriously pumped into her for what felt like an eternity.

By the time she was back to normal from her orgasm she was on her back practically in a pool of her own nectar mixed with brute caramel and looking up at two of the four brutes; impossible to know which ones but still two of the group were there. Before she could look for the others her head was in their clutches and two cocks were deep in her mouth.

Surprised by the sudden cocks in her mouth she quickly began working and licking the two of them as they started up thrusting at their own paces, challenging her tongue to lick and pleasure both of them as the was practically constantly gagging around the pare of them. Ayara groaned, moaned and even laughed a little as her mind was overtaken by pleasure and lack of air.

She could breathe well enough but she was a little low on air which sent her into a strangely happy state where she was more than happy to giggle and purr into the brute's lengths as she worked on swirling her tongue around them and pressing her tongue to them in deep pleasuring licks.

Her legs had naturally stretched wide due to all the sexual pleasure she'd received and she didn't even notice the two brutes lurking down between her legs until her eyes went wide, her slit pupils shrinking as she rear was stretched around two huge brute cocks shoving into her rump.

"Ohhh my god!" She cried, heavily muffled by her having two cocks in her mouth, but still there; it also sent vibrations of pleasure into the males in her mouth as Ayara once again felt her rump clenching around the two cocks now inside her. Her pleasure built rapidly and there was nothing she could do to stop herself going way over the edge.

As she was taken by the four brutes her body slowly began to slip from her grasp as her mind was slowly overwhelmed. As she calmly passed out she felt all four of the brutes begin to release their caramel into her once again and she could feel it penetrating deep into her rump and leaking all out of her mouth and over her as everything went black.

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Dianos soon found the lift and arrived back in the lobby of the feral residential area just as Xivix passed through.

"Xivix!" Dianos shouted from across the room, jogging over to meet him.

"Hello" Xivix replied with a happy smile, seeming strangely happy in the middle of a necromorph outbreak. "We're going to a shuttle, would you like to come?"

Confused a little, but taking it as bad English, Dianos agreed but told Xivix that Riok was in the building and he needed to get him first.

Xivix told Dianos that he'd get the shuttle ready and they should meet him outside it when they were done. Dianos nodded and sprinted off towards Riok's Family's home. Xivix went outside through the huge glass sliding doors and out into the small square which connected the feral and antrho buildings. The entire square was flat with only a few benches due to it being barely big enough for ferals; a bit of a design fault. Xivix paid it no need and moved into a hanger.

The hanger was a cramped box of a room with a black shuttle in the middle and an air lock above it. Aside from the fuel storage tanks in the corner the place was empty.

As Xivix neared the shuttle, a thick, brown, tendril shot out over the top and Xivix couldn't react in time to dodge it. The tendril slammed into his tail, the part that was off the ground to hold him up, pulled him effortlessly off the ground and up in an ark over the shuttle.

Now slammed into the ground on the other side of the shuttle, Xivix could see the tentacle was coming from a large hole in the corner of the room, it quickly coiled and dragged him several feet closer to the black, yawing, mouth of a hole. Freaking out Xivix jammed his blades into the ground and sat tight.

The tendril pulled again, dragging Xivix regardless but barely getting him half the distance it had in the first pull.

"LANGFA: HELP ME!" Xivix cried out.

"Xivix! Fight it!" Her disembodied voice called to him, strangely distant as if suppressed. Xivix looked for a way to fight it but there was nothing, no pulsate or weak spot.

"HELP ME!" He pleased with whomever was listening as it dragged him so hard it ripped his blades from their grooves and nearly got him inside the hole.

Heart mounding, eyes flashing around, blood charging through is veins, adrenalin surging, mind racing.

"NO!" Xivix screamed as it pulled him again and he braced himself on the edge of the hole as he was dragged mostly inside. The pulling was constant now and his arms were burning within seconds; he was screaming constantly and jumped when he felt six small tendrils snake up his body. Looking down his eyes went wide as the tendrils pulled away from him, reviled their barbed tip and plunged into his flesh.

Screaming in agony, the pain only started there. Now that the tendrils had sank about an inch into him, each one burning him to no end, they all pulled back in a clawing motion, literally ripping his flesh before pulling out, jabbing in elsewhere and repeating. All six tendrils were furious, clawing and carving his body up randomly and violently.

Xivix gasped as his left lung was punctured and his arms failed him. Now on the ground and defenceless, the tendrils only sought to punish him for his resistance, ripping further and deeper into him until Xivix heard voices, unintelligible voices, a touch against his arm and then pulling.

Xivix was pulled in the opposite direction, too exhausted to shriek in pain as the barbs dug deeper into him as he was pulled from both directions, he just let himself be the middle of the tug of war.

Around his neck, the rock sent out a burst of red energy and the tendril dropped Xivix and retreated into its hole empty handed.

Xivix was pulled free in a smear mark of his own blood and was put on his back to see Riok, Langfa and Dianos above him. Unable to hear anymore, Xivix simply smiled and took hold of his pendant.

"She wants to get out of here. Now...can you please take me...can you take me...take...me...home...please? Riok?" Xivix feebly said with his last breath, removing the pendent and barely making it to Riok's hand before he just dropped into the blackness of death.

Riok was left there, helmet down, with Xivix's scythe blades and pendant resting in his left hand. Gravity ripped Xivix's "Hand" from his and Riok was left with the pendant in his hand.

"Xivix..." Riok wept, tearing up as he looked over his friend's dead corpse. "No Xivix!" he cried, folding his arms and slamming them down with his head atop them onto Xivix's chest and crying loudly.

In Riok's head images of him and Xivix during the door times flooded back. The first time they met in high school, when Riok stood up for the hydralisk against those whom bullied him, Xivix and Riok laughing and smiling as they hung out around the city, Xivix saving Riok's life when he was attacked by a group of thugs, Xivix getting pissed and ending up falling asleep with his head in the dish washer, Riok's most recent birthday where Xivix had organised everything to Riok's liking.

On a none sexual, friend to friend, level Riok could say he loved Xivix the silly little timid Hydralisk who had the strange little rock around his neck all the time.

Everything, it was gone.

Riok just stayed there crying, the rock faintly glowing on the end of its chain in his hand.

Inside Dianos was also hurt by seeing his friend in such pain, if only he'd gotten to Riok faster they could have perhaps saved him; Riok hadn't reached his family's place but when Dianos mentioned Xivix Riok insisted he see him immediately.

Langfa watched the trio, she was saddened by Xivix's end and angered by her inability to help him sooner but she needed a new host; somebody needed to put the chain on.

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