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I can't remember how I came to be here.

I stand amongst the bodies of friend and foe alike, the curves of fallen soldiers laid bare to my disbelieving eyes. How long have I been walking? This new battlefield is the third I've found this morning and the sight of this new collection of haphazardly strewn males is the largest to date.

They lay where they'd fallen, some on their backs while unblinking eyes stared up at the grim, grey clouds above. Others lay in small piles, as though gunned down one after the other by an unseen foe who, no doubt, now lay amongst his own victims. Many wear the same uniform I do, so I imagine they were comrades; thin synthetic polymer shirts hug their chests and bellies, yellow stripes running down the outside of the shirt's short sleeves. Blue threads run through it, and as I look at theirs I can't help but stroke over my own. The blue threads pulse with gentle throbbing light, invisible to a casual glance but clear as day to any who sought it out. A number graces the back of each, unique for each boy; I can't see the back of mine, but I assume I bear my own number too. The only difference between their tops and mine is the scorch marks on theirs, black patches that which linger from the lasers that had ended the shirt's owner.

I shiver as I continue to walk, stepping over the sprawled body of a black-furred mouse. He bears the grey shirt too. My paw drops, acting without orders as it begins to stroke over the hard prick trapped in the tight fabric of my light blue briefs. The fabric glistens as I find myself shuddering with an odd mixture of fear, and arousal as precum oozed from my tip. Like me, the mouse bore a tent in his blue briefs, cock still hard long after its owner had fallen and filled those same briefs with his final climax. Cumstains darken the front of that jutting tent. He was not the only one, I had seen many like that this morning and had sent more than one squealing boy crashing into the dust.

As though summoned by my thoughts of my own victims, movement sparks my attention. I forget about the mouseboy, I ignore the cheetah laying sprawled bellyup atop a fallen wolf; the cheetah's ass rests atop the other boy's belly, forcing the feline's hips to arch above the rest of his body and put the boy's tent on display, some twisted monument to the cheetah's defeat. The flicker of movement overpowers even that, and as I turn I lift the pistol held in my left paw. It's a rabbit, I can see that right away. The boy seems tall with those white furred ears jutting from his mop of light brown hair but he's not, I can tell that even from this distance. He stands at the edge of the field, several feet past the outermost bodies before he'd noticed me moving amongst them. Unlike me, he wears a white shirt. Pink strips decorate the short-sleeves of the top, mimic'ing the design of mine; I can see the faintest hint of pink light gleaming from gossamer threads woven into the fabric before I fire.

The red beam that blasts from my pistol strikes true, piercing the boy above his navel. His own shot goes wide, thrown off by the force of my laser striking him. His body seems to move in slow motion, as my eyes widen; it had been a lucky shot, and even I didn't seem to believe I'd made it. His arms are thrown back, belly thrusting forward as his eyes drop in their own form of perverse surprise. I can make out every movement of those features, the transition from surprise to pain and ultimately self-destructive pleasure. His muzzle drops open in cry of pain, surprised eyes clenching shut as his outthrust belly erupts in a shower of sparks, the threads in his shirt reacting to the destabilizing effect of the laser. Suddenly, time seems to speed up for me again. The boy drops to his knees, body jostling and tongue lolling. Smoke trickles upwards from the black burn mark on the front of his shirt, I'd fried him. As he goes down I can't help but see the aching shaft in his light pink briefs, but I don't get to see him erupt a final time. His body falls forward, hiding his spurting shaft from my view as he topples to lay facedown atop a grey-topped lion. I see his body jerk once or twice before he falls still, another boy added to the collection that littered the ground.

I'm panting hard, holding the firing stance I'd been in when I'd first seen the boy. He doesn't move again, but the gentle curl of smoke rising from him attests to his freshness. I don't know him, who he was or why he was here, but I relish the defeat of another enemy. I curl my fist around my cock and tug on it once, grinning at the feel of the light fabric grazing over the heated meat.

"Looks like I got me another one..." I think to myself. I ignore the nagging thought in the back of my head telling me it could just as easily have been the rabbit standing here now, gloating over my freshly fallen body; I find myself only growing more excited by that nagging voice's warning, however. With the rabbit, that made four boys I'd sent crying to the ground.

There had been the German Shepherd to start. I'd found him in a small clearing dominated by a trickling river. Like this field, the clearing had been the site of a battle only hours earlier, perhaps sooner. I'd gotten the drop on him while he'd been washing some boy's cum from his fur; a recent victim's no doubt. While he'd been absorbed by the task, I'd dropped from some rocks that bordered the treeline and fired two shots into his chest; How he'd thrashed! He'd cum fantastically, filling his pink briefs with thick cream before collapsing into the river, joining several other boys who had perished in the running water. His shirt had sparked as well, sending up a shower over his falling body before it was smothered by the waters. I hadn't questioned at the time why I'd decided to do it, something in me simply demanded I did.

A fox, like me, had been next. He'd been taller than me, but that hadn't proved itself to be any advantage for the other boy. A sea of tall grass had hidden the bodies that lay amongst it, large swathes laid flat by sprawled limbs. I'd only been spared a trip down to join them by another lucky stroke; I had tripped! The body of a white-topped panther had caught me off guard in the sea of breeze-tickled grass. He was laying faceup, arms raised above his head and muzzle turned to one side, eyes half-lidded and blank. One knee was lifted, which was what had caught my foot, and the other was laid flat. The vanquished boy's cock was stiff but flat against his lower belly beneath his pink briefs, an odd detail for me to notice as I'd landed atop him. Even as a I had, a red beam had sizzled through the air where I had been standing only a second earlier. I'd looked up, gun already pointed, and seen the white-topped fox standing several feet away. He'd looked as surprised as I no doubt had, but that look changed quickly when my own laser lit up the air and vanished into the thick tent in his briefs.

The hit seemed to have blown the boy right off his feet, the fox stumbling back before simply collapsing into a writhing heap. There were no sparks this time and I'd realized then it must have had something to do with the threads I'd noticed in our shirts. The masochistic release was still there though, as was the sadistic pang of pleasure between my own thighs as the fox fell. His body had arched off the ground as if put on display for my benefit, his paw clutching the tent I had put a laser into only a second or two earlier. I'd seen that one cum, the flow of his cream hard to miss as it had filled his little briefs; I moaned at the thought of another cock falling to my laser.

Then...

Wait.

Movement.

Again I snap from my daydreams but it's too late this time.

A red beam scorches across the open air between me and my surprise assailant. I can feel it strike me in the belly. A paw clutches the wound as I look down in horror; again, I feel everything from my own breathing to the impartial movements of the clouds above slow. I can see the smug grin on the face of the leopard who'd killed me, he's clutching his shaft as his pistol remains trained on my body; I blush brightly even as I scream out my last. My whole body rolls backwards, starting at my hips and traveling up to my very ears. I can feel the heat of the sparks as my shirt shorts-out from the blast, the glowing embers like some prelude to the tenseness I could feel in my desperate cock as I fall. My eyes are clenched shut in pain as I topple, I can feel something soft beneath me when I land and I realize my back is arched over the belly of that mouseboy; I must have stumbled backwards from the impact of that blast.

My thinly clad rump is damp from the ground I'm sitting on, head laying against the opposite side of the fallen mouse and my arms splayed to either side. My heart is racing as I realize I can't move from this position, my traitorous body in shock from its own impending destruction. I can smell the smoke rising from the burnmarks on the belly of my shirt, I was finished! The final humiliation is knowing that leopard is watching when I cum. My cock is flat against my lower belly when it spurts, the warm cream pulsing into my fur as a comforting warmth spread through my crotch. The leopard was no doubt pawing himself as he watched, and knowing this I blush again. My tongue is hanging out but I'm too weak to do anything about it. Darkness claims me as a final gush of warmth drips from my cock.

The leopard bit his lip as the fox fell still, that cute shaft outlined perfectly by the freshly creamed blue briefs the fallen boy wore. How many was that now? Six? Though this fox had been by far the easiest. Far too busy pawing himself to some unseen daydream, the leopard couldn't believe he'd been able to get this close. He blew on the tip of his gun before slipping it back into its holster, the fox was forgotten promptly, another body left smouldering in the overcrowded dust and dirt of the field. The leopard turned and left with a sway to his hips that betrayed the boy's growing confidence.

"Now..." he thought, "Time to find out why I'm here."

The leopard would have his answer, and, though he couldn't explain why entirely, he hoped he'd run into more of those grey-topped boys along the way. Once the leopard left the clearing was once again silent, a graveyard just waiting for the next boys to find it and swell the number who lay there.

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"Model #5 is down"

"How'd it do?"

"Zoned out, sir. Was taken down by Model #15."

"Good, I like 15. Scrap #5, have the next batch programmed with the new algorithm, lets see if it performs any better.

"Yessir"

"God, I love my job."