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A single beam of alien moonlight sliced through the foliage to kiss glimmering luster across an immense, impossible booty. Now, even in his heavily inebriated state, Jeb knew that there was no way he was going to find a massive, beautiful ass just sitting out in the middle of the woods in the wee hours of the morning, even if this was an alien planet. They'd been on Terrus for nearly two years, and while there was still much to learn about this place getting it ready for the colony fleet, there was no way that, just when he'd started to think about how long it had been since he'd bent some fine filly with a heavy rear over, that a prodigious, impossibly proportioned backside was just going to appear out of nothing but a little shadow and moonlight.

Yes, the horse told himself, nodding sagely as he stared, there was absolutely no way this was real. Therefore, nobody could possibly mind if he fucked it. He'd probably wake up in the morning with a sore dick and a cum-stained rock or something, but right now, it was a very convincing slice of ass. The color was a bit odd --dark gray, smooth enough to almost shine on its own-- and that lent credence to his rock theory, but he stumbled forward, eyes fixed. Dual globes of an impeccable curve, wider than he was, maybe wider than his outspread arms, he realized as he came closer. Magnificent.

He reached out, a little sad to break the illusion, but he had to feel it. His hands landed on either broad cheek-- and sank slowly into luxurious, yielding flesh, subtly firm under pressure yet always ready to conform to his every finger. He groaned. It looked like booty, and it felt like booty. He pushed and rolled those cheeks, watching subtle ripples spread along after his hands. And when they parted, he glimpsed something between and beneath, a dark fold of flesh. He could have sworn a scent even tickled at his nose, something he must have dreamed up as a strange cross between the maddening odor of a mare in heat and... strangeness. The unknown.

His pants were a painful obstacle right now. He managed to steal his hands away long enough to cast off the offensive garment, but bared, he found his great hammer leading him forward, inexorably. A low groan rattled from his lips as his tip grazed one broad cheek, and he slowly pushed the dual planets apart again to find... yes... a dark ruffle, with just a hint of a curled trickle shining in moonlight. He had to bend at the knees, hefting down a little to align, thumbing his head down exquisitely smooth, warm illusion-flesh to nestle into that preposterous slit. Lips that surely didn't exist pressed spread around his tip, and the inside was slick and impossibly hot, dragging a croon from his throat.

Usually it took a deal of time and patience for even an experienced lover to take him in full, but with this one, Jeb found himself hilted in barely a breath, mouth falling open as he gripped tight at those cheeks and ground through weighty, exquisite flesh. Just pushing fully buried in that imaginary snatch meant practically stuffing his hips in between her cheeks, the ruffle of the lips tickling down his thighs nearly to the knees. He was almost sad to realize he wouldn't be stretching this one like he usually did his ladies, but... hell, in this case, it was worth it. He let a throaty groan pour out of him as he managed to pry himself back and away far enough to thrust in again, virtually tackling that booty with the whole of his body just to drive home. The wave of motion rolling across that tender surface was a treat to watch, drawing his eyes low, hypnotized, as his hips started to draw and shove on their own, his body slowly drawn into hungry lunges of its own accord.

Jeb was happy enough to submit to raw instinct, leaking whinnies and snorts as he mated this glorious, ridiculous behind at full speed, free to go as hard and fast as he wanted. He sure as hell couldn't break her, right? His body was a dark brown, slender shim of flexing muscle, dull and paled in the pooled moonlight, a set of hard lines attacking those broad, immaculate curves, setting the moonlight rippling outward to either side of him. The soft rustle of alien trees in the wind was gradually drowned out by the slap of flesh, wet and sloppy. Jeb was soon coated in juices right up to the hips, with excess running down his ankles as his toes dug into the soil. If this was the true bounty of this planet, he dully reckoned, he just might stay for life...

A firm lump grazed just above his knees, and he happened to notice that when he brushed it, a subtle flex ran through the walls enveloping him, drawing them tighter, gripping and slurping at him. His strange, imaginary queen's clit? He smirked loosely and angled his knee to try and rub over it firmly as he plundered her, though it was larger than he'd thought. Panting and hauling back on that mountain of an ass, he could only blink in confusion as the firmer flesh rubbed along the inside of his thigh, almost like it was moving on its own.

With the haul and thrust of his own body, it was hard to track, but a warm presence was grazing at his leg, higher, along the back, and he nickered in vague surprise. Even for a snatch as big as this, that's a big clit! He gasped as it grazed along his cheeks, rubbing at his own, much smaller behind as it flexed and shoved in snug between the cheeks of hers. He tried to stammer out a protest as it pressed between his cheeks (though he could not stop thrusting for an instant) but oily slickness pressed suddenly to his pucker and, with a yelp, he found himself stretching, straining around a powerful, insistent presence that rode right along with his motions, steadily working him open. Finally he lurched to a stop buried in that snatch, hollering and clinging to that ass as his own was penetrated in full-- and strange, eager flesh burrowed up inside him with alarming speed.

A strained gurgle boiled up in his throat as motion drew his eyes down again. His belly was slowly shifting, squirming, and bulging as that creature probed around his insides, setting off strange, strained sensations through parts of him he'd never known he could feel. But... he was steel hard in that cunt, and his hips were starting to jerk and push, his fingers curling into fists seized in that lush flesh. Finally he unleashed a panting moan and dragged back, shoving against that tentacle, helping it stuff another couple inches in before he slammed in against that cunt again.

Soon, Jeb was a noisy, groaning mess, hauling his body back and forth to savage that hole, balls slapping down wet with each impact while just below, the clit to this glorious slit flexed and shoved upward to put a rolling, churning bulge in his gut. They fucked each other, Jeb and his impossible booty, with wild, endless abandon, until his muscles ached and his entire lower half stung from the wet slap of that flesh against his short-haired hide. If there was one thing Jeb prided himself on more than his size, it was his stamina, but this was just about the end of him, he knew-- his balls were churning furiously, constantly, and he knew he was fully flared in that lush hole, dragging hungrily at her walls both ways and churning up her juices, only making the sopping mess between his feet even worse as he grit his teeth and snarled, struggling to hold on.

Meanwhile, nearby, two great, red eyes cracked open at last, and a deep breath rolled through the foliage. This was actually starting to feel pretty good... She'd certainly not expected to wake up this way, and it had felt quite silly, but... mmnh... the little one actually wasn't too bad. A little bigger than her clit, and much tighter to slide into. She'd gone and let him get her rather worked up... She sighed and rolled her hips back and up, trying to angle that little intruder just a bit better.

The horse gave a gasp and a yelp as his glorious booty mountain suddenly heaved and rolled, and he was dragged up into the air by that snatch and the buried mass in his gut alone, forced to cling tight to her ass and try to dig his toes into the plush undercleavage of the rambunctious rear. He barely let it slow him, though-- she was tighter than ever, muscles of unimaginable power slowly crushing down around his length, setting him trembling with need. He was halfway atop her now, and he took advantage of the gravity to pound down into her, bouncing up off her lush flesh, growling and cursing faintly to himself as he fought for every second, to just keep going a little longer!

But his balls seized and his tailhole wrenched tight around that tentacle, and he could only roar out as he threw himself into her bodily, plastering his muscular but exhausted form in between those cheeks, grinding at that honeypot with a desperate snarl as he flared fully and fired a load so thick, he thought he was scorching his own insides as he blasted and blasted at the core of this beautiful mount he was already just about using for a bed. Do you feel that, bitch? Huge as you are, I bet you feel me! He ground his teeth, pouring his all into mating this beautiful, nonsensical woman of his. His entire body tremored as he poured into her, and finally, he went slack, panting weakly.

For a single, beautiful moment, Jeb lay sprawled across this wondrous find of his, a hint of steam rising from booty and horse both in the cool air, their bodies conforming snug into a hot mass of satisfaction in this rough circle of pale light, the performers, the lover on stage, in happy repose. He shuddered and gave a weak giggle as that peculiar, flexible length finally began to drag out of his ass, leaving him feeling terribly empty. He had to admit, that hadn't actually felt all that bad, back there. Maybe he'd have to--

The tentacle wound around his legs, folding them at the knees and dragging them up, tucking them up to those lips. With a single, wet slurp he was buried up to the waist in a hot, soaking embrace, his feet hugging his own aching ass. He blinked.

Creamy, steaming lips slurped up his middle, a squirming tentacle stuffing him down till he was scrabbling, dragging at that booty to slow his descent, giving a single confused yelp as hot flesh surged up around his chest. He managed to draw a single gasp against the sudden, crushing pressure of a body around him as juices soaked into his hair, ruffled lips surging up at his cheeks as his arms swung up, flailing in the air. The moon and stars above began to disappear at the edges as darkness drew in around him, the delicious musk of the best pussy he'd ever had suddenly enveloping him utterly, filling his mouth and nose, making his eyes water as he stared up at the shrinking window of dim light in between his arms. For a moment, he could still see a glimmer around his hands, the only part of him still exposed to the chill night air as the tentacle finally unwound and dragged free from around him. Walls of rippling, heavy muscle rolled and flexed around him, and he was dragged deep into the darkness, his hands disappearing from the world, and the night disappearing from his vision. Spent, aching, exhausted, and still rather drunk, Jeb could barely manage to struggle as his new cocoon of hot flesh rolled and squeezed and massaged at him relentlessly, rolling his bones in their sockets, soaking every inch of him utterly in her juices, dragging him slowly deeper yet, into still tighter, more powerful confines.

She'd rather enjoyed the feeling of the passionate little thing getting all romantic on her, but well, the whole of him was a little more satisfying in size. It was a bit of a stretch, actually, but after getting worked up so much, this was JUST what she needed. She rumbled slowly as she ground around her new toy, grinding him to all her tender, long unattended spots, even deeper than her clit could reach. Subtle tremors thumped through the ground as she stirred and kicked out, rolling and thrusting and arching, until she found sweet satisfaction at last, seizing down viciously on her sweet toy as she loosed a single, terrifying roar into the night.

She couldn't tell if he was still alive when she finally settled down, but when she thought of working him out again, she found it felt wonderful just to keep him... nice and deep. Odd, perhaps, but she indulged herself. The dual mountains, those smooth twin oases that had lured the horse to his fate disappeared into the shadows, leaving only a pair of pants, soaked through with fragrant juices, glistening in the moonlight as the chill of night deepened.

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It took a few days for anyone at the settlement to notice (or care) that Jeb was missing. He did tend to shirk his duties even when he wasn't passed out or hung over, and it was generally seen as just as well if he wasn't around to make lewd comments at the women. Until, that is, the heavy machinery started acting up and nobody could find their lecherous mechanic. It was found that he'd never returned home after a night at the bar, and it started to look like he'd disappeared in the woods. A cursory search was made, but it was known that the wilds beyond the defense nets were dangerous, and many of Terrus' native species remained unknown. They held a short funeral and sent for a replacement, and management passed around a few reminders to avoid wandering into the wilds, and to be especially careful with machinery while the mechanics were shorthanded.

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She'd hardly noticed the extra weight of carrying her little toy around at first. It felt good, so she held onto it. She did seem to be getting hungrier, though. Several nights passed before she realized she was growing heavier, however. Her middle was becoming a little swollen. With time, it swelled larger still, becoming something of a burden, leaving her grouchy as she skulked through the wilds, forced to hunt almost constantly now to satisfy her appetite.

She was nearly to the point she couldn't hunt anymore when it finally came. Strange, wonderful yet painful surges of pressure through the core of her, rippling rhythmically under her hide. She barely managed to crawl into a secluded cave before collapsing, squirming and loosing heavy groans that rang off the stone, filling the air. Claws scored through rock, juices spilled, and those plump lips strained open. Something new emerged, dark, trembling, stringing juices from its abandoned home as it slopped onto the cavern floor.

It stirred slowly, and writhed, and the panting mother regarded her new creation curiously, panting gusts of warmth across its sodden hide. It gathered itself slowly, taking in the world around it, and that which had birthed it. It gave a small snarl, and she answered with her own heavy, bass rumble. It rose, and pressed to her, and she shuddered as her freshly eased sex was filled, plundered as it had been once before, though with a deal more satisfaction now. She rumbled, groaned, and finally roared out as her new progeny, her son, claimed her sweetness once again. He labored against her furiously, and left her well filled before turning away, restless. She lay contented, at last, her belly warm and flexing, closing preciously around the warm treasure her son had left with her. He was already gone, slinking into the wilds.

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Bernette cursed softly to herself as she trudged out into the night. The night overseer was practically screaming by now every time he got on the radio. At first it had just been a downed defense grid relay. That was okay, their fields overlapped enough one could go out without the field having a gap. Then the next one over went down. THAT was a problem. It might be uncomfortable for one of these creatures to go through where the sonic disruptor was weakest, but they could do it. So they'd moved out double time. But when the third one busted? The overseer started to panic. He had everyone up out of bed, and he shut down the field, claiming there must be some kind of cascade effect or some crap. Which was idiotic. But it was true, it didn't make any sense.

Well. It hadn't. She dropped her kit and stared at the relay. Usually a simple and pristine metal pole with an array at the top, it had been reduced to a shredded heap of scrap. What the hell could do this? Nothing native to this planet should be able to stand the disruptors, and they'd never seen anything that could do this kind of damage...! She could only stare for a moment before slapping a paw to her radio.

"Guys, this isn't a failure, something tore this thing apart! We need-- GLKH!" Her transmission ended there.

Her shirt was torn open around the towering shape jutting out before her. She stared at it in dull shock, mouth hanging open as the radio fell from her fingers. It took several moments for her to understand that she hadn't been simply cut through-- there was no blood, that she could see. Her hide stretched out before her in the dim starlight, wrapped around some strange shape straining out several feet in front of her. Her pants were torn open in the back, and... she couldn't move her arms. Thick, chitinous claws clutched at her, holding her in place as that spire before her swayed, then ground around slowly, before dragging back. A surge of pressure drove it through her distended cunnie again, pushing a gurgle from her, and she let her head fall back, eyes staring, as it worked into a steady, savage pumping through her quivering form, half her body consumed by the rut of this inexplicable creature, looming over her in the darkness, blotting out the moon.

The fact that she was married had never dissuaded Jeb from leering, making crude suggestions, and occasionally daring a pinch or a squeeze. Of course, as a wolf, Bernette wasn't the type to go crying to the boss, and she'd nearly broken his jaw on one occasion, but that didn't scare him off for long. Now, the creature staring down at her distorted form faintly recognized her, and took covetous satisfaction in gripping every inch of her and punching his prodigious tool straight through the strangling, straining grip of her pelvis. Her body trembled and slowly went limp under the shock of a shape almost as large as itself reaming through it, and he used her with snarling purpose to sate his desires. The heavy, wet slap of flesh, a dark sack slapping to her thighs, was almost enough to drown out the concerned calls on the radio.

Her eyes were unfocused, slowly glassing over as her head swung back and forth with the ruination of her body, but that would not last. A bubbling hiss poured over her, and heat, raw, cascading heat burst in her womb, though that poor, precious place was impaled several feet in front of her as her eyes widened and snapped painfully to life again. The tip of that spire surged fat and round with roiling fluids as rattling snarls filled her ears, her toes weakly swiping for some grip on the ground below as her belly swelled, weighing down and growing soft and rippling with its rapidly surging contents, her bones creaking with the thick throbs of the steel beam grinding through the core of her. She gave a single, tiny whimper with what little air she could manage to draw.

Steam radiated from her belly, drifting from her fur in small clouds against the darkness as the front of her body became a great, sagging, spherical shape weighing her down and forward. She could only stare in blank disbelief at her vast stomach, tears welling, as the rattling hiss drew closer. She dragged her gaze up, and managed a cry of terror that came out in a whisper as a black void surrounded by teeth descended on her.

"Bernette!"

A dancing light grazed over the side of the beast as distant, pounding footsteps slowly grew louder.

"Bernette, dammit, wh-- whoa!"

A furious hiss, and the creature straightened, leaving her face misted with drool. One or two meters of steely flesh wrenched out of her at once, and she tumbled to the ground in a broken heap, musky juices flooding from her sex in thick gouts, wreathing her in steam as she struggled feebly for air, staring at that distant flashlight. Thrown into dark silhouette, a writhing shape blurred and leapt through space, abruptly upon her would-be savior, another mechanic. His light fell to one side, barely illuminating the man himself, a Dalmatian with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, as he backpedaled, stumbling. Chitinous claws seized him, and a maw full of teeth descended. He screamed once before the sound was muffled by the press of flesh, and a dark, leathery throat bulged as the canine was whipped up into the air, kicking and struggling, and shoved down that slobbering gullet. Half cast in shadow, the creature paused a moment to gulp, and gulp, and finally pant out, giving a rumble of pleasure. It flashed through the light, a crazed confusion of sharp angles and flowing, squirming lines, and it disappeared into the night.

Bernette lay panting weakly, clutching at her massive belly as her cervix slowly, raggedly closed around the mass still trapped inside her, steaming hot and somehow never seeming to cool-- only to burn hotter. She whimpered quietly as her body began to gurgle, creak, and gradually reshape of its own accord. In the distance, there came a scream.

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"...but three days ago, the camp went dark." The finch paused before the window to turn a grim look on her assembled team. Usually Teresa's bright yellow plumage gave her an air of delight in her research, but the slash of black across her eyes and brow gave her glare a grim starkness, especially under the looming shadow of the planet Terrus filling the window behind her. "Their last transmissions were panicked, reporting some kind of creature attacking the camp. It's unknown why they went quiet, and if anyone is still alive down there. There are still power readings on site, and they had a staff of fifty-two men and women." She moved slowly to her chair and sighed. "I've been authorized to assemble a team to investigate the reports of this creature, to rescue anyone still alive on site, and if possible, to re-engage the site's defenses. Assuming they work against whatever it is that's down there. I've called you in because you are the best in your respective fields that I could find on short notice." She sat down at the head of the table, eyes flicking between those few she'd assembled in the meeting room.

"What kind of defenses did they have?" A fidgety weasel leaned forward, one ear twitching. "Sentries? Any armed forces?" Emilio tapped through the briefing pad, frowning. "I don't see anything but a... sonic field?"

"Sonic disruptors." Teresa keyed up a picture on the wall display of a slender tower of metal capped with an array of transmitters. "I was part of the original survey team on Terrus, and I found a common genetic feature in all the wildlife and matter we sampled: one we proved able to exploit. The disruptors were developed and proven to be a barrier to any and all lifeforms native to Terrus, effectively acting as an invisible wall through which we could pass safely, but no alien life could trespass willingly. It induces extreme pain and eventual breakdown of the nervous system in those carrying this common genetic vulnerability." She flicked to a picture from the test trials, with several hideous little alien quadrupeds fleeing a transmitter array, apparently in pain.

"Not bad." A black bear loomed at the far end of the table, slouching on one elbow in a poorly fitting flight jacket. "But eh... seems it does not work on all of them, ah?" Olaf picked at his claws, only looking up occasionally.

Teresa drew her beak in a slow, grim frown.

But before she could speak, the last of the team chimed in. "Well, obviously this must be something new! Something rare." The blood red drake worked her hands together with a slow smile. "And by the sounds of it, something very... efficient. They said BEAST, yes, not beasts? Do you suppose it knew to sabotage the technology?" Sangria swiped through her pad impatiently, looking for something she couldn't seem to find.

"The word they used was monster." Teresa's voice was flat. "We have no idea what it could be capable of. It is... possible that it has anthro-level intelligence."

"A smart monster." Olaf straightened, a hint of a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "So we must kill it alone?"

"Or capture!" Sangria wagged a finger at him. "Terrus was already a trove of genetics, but if this is some sort of offshoot, a separated branch, who knows what kind of goodies it could have for us?" She turned to the avian. "Is there a bounty on it for live capture? Will we have equal shares?"

The yellow sighed and put down her pad. "We do have orders to capture the... creature alive if possible, but the lives of the terraformers come first. And I assure you, you will all be paid very well if this goes over smoothly."

"They didn't have ANY guns down there?" Emilio pressed, frowning.

"This wasn't a military operation, it was thought the fields would be more than enough. They had two transports equipped with mobile disruptors for when they needed to leave the compound. They were all... are all civilians." She turned back to the bear. "But we will have backup. A platoon of the Solar Guard will be waiting to drop at our orders, but we're hoping we can get this done quietly if possible. Get the fields up, locate the survivors. It's possible the creature is already gone."

Emilio snorted.

"Do not worry." Olaf finally smiled, eyes narrowed under a heavy brow. "We will not need your weekend warriors. Just show me this monster, and I will put it down."

The drake hissed her disapproval, but Teresa was rising to her feet. "I hope you're right. Well, I think that about covers it. We know nothing about what's down there, but we need to find it, kill or capture it, and save the day. Suit up. Drop's in half an hour."