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Drums and guitars pounded in my ears, I bobbed my head to the beat. Du-nu-nu-nu da-nah-nah-nah. “When all you gotta keep is strong, move along, move along like I know you too. And even when you’re hope is gone, move along, move along just to make it through, move along!”

I was settled in my quarters, a compact room by my standards. I had a single bed built into the bulkhead, a display screen built into the wall, a closet, and a system terminal. There wasn’t much in here, but it was enough. I had my chair leaned back, paws propped up on the terminal desk, and not a care in the world. The display was set to the external camera feeds, stars were whipping by as we rocketed towards our next destination. My music mixed with the steady whine of the star drive. The sunny tropical world was lightyears behind us.

“Even when your hope is gone,” played in my ears, there had just been a drum beat, and then everything exploded. A powerful boom rocked through the ship, we twisted in space, I was thrown against the bulkhead, clinging on tight. Immediately alarms blared. General Quarters. And the artificial gravity was out.

Throughout the ship, tactical systems were flashing to life. Shields up. Weapons charged. Everyone thrown out of their racks, if our sudden twisting in space hadn’t already done that. I scrambled out of my room to the weapons bay. Whether we were under attack, being boarded, or had hit something, I needed my equipment.

The weapons bay held my mech armor, my guns, grenades, and everything else necessary to take over a small colony. It was different for me than the rest of the squad. The giants like me, EVERYTHING we carried was a weapon. There were countermeasures built into our suits, we could carry missile batteries and defensive cannons on our armor. The scariest thing the little humans had built into their armor was a nuclear battery and a glorified toothpick (their bayonetts).

The ship continued to tumble and roll as I scrambled down the twisting corridor. This would be a lot easier if I’d bothered to grab my mag boots. Red lights flashed in the corridor. The deck heaved and dropped under me. I slammed to the roof. Clutch to the bulkheads, grab... and run again. When I saw the weapons room I dove for it’s safety. I don’t think I’ve ever been so thankful for the MECH part of my armor. I could step right into it.

Narrow pods ringed the room, each one was a station for a specific giant, they were combination storage and drop pods (you save space anywhere you can). There were little stairs, catwalks, and gantries for the humans to work on the suits in a battlefield. Bright yellow and red tape on the floor marked where we were allowed to go and where the humans weren’t. It was a safety precaution to ensure no one got stepped on. If we so much as dropped something in the wrong place, it meant paperwork and maybe worse.

Another twist, the walls moving, I dug my fingers into the walls dividing the pods. A low crumple came from the wall as I imprinted the shape of my fingers on it. The ship whipped and I was nearly flung free. Give me a fucking break. I was now dangling, the wall had become the ceiling. It was all I could do to try and move along them like monkey bars. My suit was just ahead. Yes. Yes. YES!

The ship started to twist again and I dove forward. Didn’t plan that quite right. My armor came to meet me and I rammed my head into the back of the helmet. For a moment I drifted there, dazed. My senses slowly returned and I sluggishly pulled myself into the suit.

“Select Mission Profile,” the system chimed. Nothing here would work without an assignment.

“Emergency,” I said, the system checked for general quarters, and unlocked. The hud lit up and the back of the suit sealed shut. I was safe in here. The suit was air-tight, radiation resistant, and in theory made me a fair bit tougher. I just needed to get the weapons out of the locker. The back wall in front of me held a wealth of tools, ammo, and explosives. It just had to be unlocked and grabbed.

I stood there, unarmed and about to arm up when an alert flashed on the hud. Two dreaded words: Abandon Ship.

The ship didn’t give me a chance to react. My armor immediately locked up, forcing me into launch position. A hatch rose from the floor and closed the pod behind me. The suit’s umbilical hooked to the hatch, a moment later mechanical claws hooked to the suit and sucked me into drop position, mounted firm to the hatch. “NONO!” I tried to resist the servos in the suit, to no avail. There wasn’t an override for this either. I had seconds before this thing would blast me out the bottom of the ship.

Every inch of the process ticked by on my hud. System Enable. Position Lock. System Charge. Nav. check. Avionics check. Comms check. System Enable. Drop.

The last status lit up in the bottom and my stomach lurched into my throat, along with my heart and other organs. This part sucked. Mag launchers above me head just flung me from the ship. For a few seconds I tumbled under the ship while the system scrambled for coordinates. It hadn’t been preprogrammed. Normally we’d tell it to land on a planet or breach an enemy’s hull. I tried to trick it into breaching the ship so I could rescue my squad. My heart raced in my chest.

Designation: Hostile.

Mission: Capture.

Breach Position: A7.

As fast as everything was punched it, it was denied. IFF Friendly. Mission: Escape. Fuck.

The ship kicked, another lurch in my guts. It had found a planet to land on. A brief analysis loaded up on my hud. Mostly a water world. There were a few scattered islands, little archipelagos. A radar popped up, drop ships and little human drop pods were following me. AI systems networking everything together were working out a target. An island just north of the equator was marked.

My smartass AI even decided to name it: Paradise Island. It estimated a decent, huntable population and edible plant life. Great swells for surfing. I didn’t feel like a vacation like this. Maybe there’d be some space pirates down there. We had an entire assault force about to drop in on them.

Iron Bastard, I mean, the drop pod began to shake as we hit upper atmospheric turbulence. It felt like being in a massive paint shaker. “I want off this ride,” I grumbled as we broke into the lower atmosphere. It was like slamming on the brakes. We went from mach 12 down to subsonic entirely too fast for my liking.

New information showed on the hud. The bioservey. Air breathable. Larger than expected life forms detected. A map of the island loaded. I was busy studying it when it flicked off, traded in for “BRACE” emblazoned across the entire screen.

BANG.

I got slammed again as the pod hit the ground and jerked to a stop. I slammed my head forward against the weapons locker. Didn’t break anything, but I dented the weapons locker. The stupid harness that held me in place decided now was the time to loosen its grip. Great.

For a few minutes, I just rested there. Close my eyes and pretend it’s all a dream. No, no... None of that just happened. My ship, the Brink of Dawn, was still up there. Somewhere. Hopefully.

Alerts popped on the hud, incoming ships. This stupid thing rattled its own brains. The armor release button glowed on the hud. I unlocked the servos and started stocking up. Rifle, pistol, bayonet, ammo, grenades, and just in case, even my shotgun. If there were space pirates outside, they were in for a world of hurt.

The back hatch opened and I slipped out. In battle, it’d open and I’d drop out on the way down. There hadn’t been time for that.

It was late afternoon, I’d landed atop a hill looking down on a wide beach. It looked like there was a very low slope to it, the tides must sweep in a mile or so at some point. There was something odd about this place though: there were trees bigger than me. Most worlds we went to did not support such large plant life. My homeworld did, but that was an outlier. The vacation world did, but that was genetic engineering.

I stretched out my muscles. I was tense and cramped from the last few minutes. It gave the humans a chance to catch up. While my drop pod had treated this like an invasion, the humans were lucky enough to have lower G tolerances, more sane AI, and even pilots who cared about a nice landing. No one had wanted to follow my flaming trail to the ground.

The first ships began to circle around me. Apparently this was our base now. The first few were human scale drop ships. These little things were like large insects. They could easily land on my hand, shoulders, nose, and head. We’d even joked that I should get a flyswatter to use against the smaller pirate ships.

Farther off, bigger drop ships were approaching. Unfortunately, they didn’t have MY dropship. There were heavy lift ships, light attack ships, fighter craft, but none of them were the dropship big enough for me to ride in. We only had two of those, they docked to the hull of the ‘Dawn, big enough to be warships in their own right.

I looked to the little drop ships still orbiting me. I started checking among them for my squad before I smiled, catching sight of their drop ship at least. We typically used the same ships. They had their ship and I had my pod. They were uniquely marked. I smiled, leaning in. “Well, you little guys made it,” I said, “I thought I might have to go up there and bring you down in my suit or something.”

Their little voices came over the radio, “gross, it probably smells like wet dog in there.” That was Lucky. Our joker.

“Just for that, I think I’d make you ride in my boots,” I commented back. “Any reason you guys are just.. Circling?”

“Pilot says he’s scanning the ground for a good landing spot in the woods,” Sergeant Bill came over the radio.

There should be plenty of room, the trees were well separated, unless they were worried about finding somewhere I wouldn’t be walking. I glanced down then and realized there was grass here and other small plant life. It would be a vast forest for them.

“I can clear a little spot to land in,” I said, “where’s best?” I wanted them close to my drop pod, and wherever I might make camp, but I didn’t want them underfoot. We could be here for weeks. They fell silent, “guys?” A few minutes after that prompting, plans were relayed to my hud. They wanted the grass cleared all over the top of the hill. And there were some boulders they wanted moved, to serve as a protective wall. “Sure, just ask me to move some mountains.”

I was glad for the mech suit when it came time to move the boulders. They were a good 2’-4’ tall and weighed a ton. I resorted to rolling them up the hill, which should tell you just how heavy they were. A civilized society would just use a gravity lift. Or a crane. Unfortunately, I qualified as both to the humans. We soon had a perimeter of stones, and stones stacked upon stones atop the hill to serve as cover for me. Inside that, there was a second perimeter of stones next to my drop pod.

It was a nice little spot. The dropships began to land and set up a camp. I glanced down, “don’t get too comfortable,” I said on all channels, “I’m going to check that the woods are safe.” If there were plants and trees this big, the last thing the little humans needed was some sort of giant anteater.

Shotgun in hand, I wandered into the woods. It would take too long to survey the entire island, but I could always send one of the drop ships up later to start a more detailed check. I just needed to be sure there was nothing too crazy out here. I especially needed to find out if there was anything crazy while I was still in my suit. I didn’t want to wake in the middle of the night to go hand to hand with some local monster.

A mile inland, nothing so far. I turned and started walking more or less parallel to the shore. There was a spring inland. I might need that for fresh water later. The center of the island rose into a taller hill, but I wasn’t scaling that now. There were some low lands, and what seemed to be a shallow bay farther along. I started working my way back towards the beach.

There were smaller creatures along the path. Small to me. Rabbits, birds, and something that seemed a cross between a lemur and a squirrel. Still, it was nothing I had to worry about. Lots of islands had life like this, and it was all smaller. It’s just on this world, life had developed a little bigger.

As my trek wandered on, the woodlands grew quieter and quieter. The native wildlife seemed to be weary of me. For now, that was a good sign. It meant they wouldn’t interfere with my camp site. I would though, have a hell of a time trying to hunt any of them. Hopefully we were rescued before my lunch supplies were put at risk.

Back at camp, the humans were settling in nicely. They already had field tents put up in their fort. One part of the circle was set aside for ships coming and going. There were little pits, walls, and fortifications being dug all over. It was kinda cute, but their dug in positions weren’t going to help against the squirrels.

“There is some local wildlife that’s gonna be a problem,” I announced, “I need to put a roof on your fort. I’ll try to position it so the large drop ships can still squeeze out. There’s mammals more on my scale, squirrels and things. There may be large insects. We need to get you locked in for safety.”

There were some grumbles over the coms, but no one down there wanted a kaiju attack in the middle of the night. They did have the munitions to handle intruders, but not before things got messy. There also wasn’t much they could do to stop me at this point. It wasn’t fun going for another rock. At least this time I could use a smaller one. All I needed was a flat plate to put on top. It was a rock heavy enough that the wildlife wouldn’t stand a chance budging it. I just grunted, carrying the thing up the hill before I could slam it down on the fortress.

“The ships still fit, right?” I asked, looking down at what was essentially a stone monument, an upside down, rock pot full of holes in the edges. I didn’t want any of them to get trapped in there.

“Yes,” a voice came back, an officer. “I’ll be taking command now, thank you for handling things.” There was always a looseness in the command structure for me. Especially in combat zones. There was an understanding that officers could point me in the right direction, but they couldn’t do much else.

“If you have everything commander, I should set up my camp and sleep,” I answered, I still was nowhere near done with a very long day.

“You can go off duty,” the commander affirmed, “we’ll have suplemental patrols and scouts watch the perimeter. Try not to swat any of them.”

“Just keep them out of my tent,” I said, then turned back to the business at hand.

By now, the sun was getting low and I still hadn’t made an actual camp for myself. There was a tent in my drop pod, along with various rations. They were desperately needed about now. It was past midnight on ship’s time. I’d worked right through my usual dinner and bed time.

I parked the armor in my pod and stepped out. Hopefully the humans didn’t mind a nearly naked wolf. The whole ship blowing up hadn’t left me much time to dress. This place probably would smell a little like wolf til’ I got a shower. I kept my rifle and shotgun with me around the rocks. If anything popped up, these would be my best defense. There was a little set of tactical glasses in the pod, I grabbed them, they had a coms piece I could tuck in my ears to hear the radio chatter.

My bare paws crashed through the grass, at least, what little I hadn’t removed. It did feel nice and soft. No wonder the humans planted it everywhere. I stretched again, arms overhead, back quivering, toes digging into the soft ground beneath me. All I could think about was dragging out a bed to collapse on.

Fuck the tent. I dragged out the sleeping bag, unrolled it, tucked my guns into it, and settled in myself with a little ration pouch. Chicken soup with a cupcake in a cup for desert. Too bad the cupcake was just some vaguely solid chocolate substance in a bag. Still, it was sweet. I’d sleep under the stars. At least if some alien bear came, it wouldn’t get a chance to wreck my tent.

It took just a few minutes for me to pass out after I had crammed in my dinner. Unfortunately, I dreamed only of the past day’s events. Thanks brain.

Things were a little better in the morning. I woke to a drop ship hovering over me and someone yelling in the radio, “RISE AND SHINE!” I made a grumbling growl and rolled over in bed.

“Fuck off,” I said, it was too comfy in my sleeping bag. My pillow was just right. And the air outside had gone from tropical to icy overnight. There were frost crystals collecting on my sleeping bag and drop pod.

“No can do, the commander has work for you,” the voice came back. Lucky. I wanted to make his luck run out. I hadn’t even felt the sun on my face yet. It had to be early AM still.

It took a moment for realization and memory to dawn on me. Abandon ship. Iron Bastard. The island. Must be important. I sat up fast enough that Lucky’s little drop ship was nearly swatted out of the air by my forehead. A yell came over the radio, “FUUUUUCK!” They narrowly dodged me.

The brief burst of adrenaline wore off, grogginess returned as I looked out and saw it was still night out. How long had it been? “Coffee first,” I grumbled, slowly rising from the sleeping bag. There was some in my last ration pack. A little water and there was my coffee in a pouch. I was still drinking it when it was time to chat with the commander.

I stood over the rock base in just my boxers and those glasses. The commander had come up to the roof to look out. “You’re out of uniform,” he announced, looking up at my near nudity. Unfortunately, the boxers didn’t cover up much. He wasn’t in my section and wasn’t used to working with giants, in battle or otherwise.

“Uniform’s on the ship,” I said, “and the battery in that mech armor will only last so long.” It was a fast excuse for being nearly nude, but I wasn’t wrong. My suit’s nuclear power supply was only a small one. It could run for another week or two, but we might be here longer than that.

“Is the ocean safe enough for a bath?” the commander asked, not fond of my scent either.

“There’s a spring inland, a few, that should work,” I answered, I might actually get ordered to jump in a hot spring.

“Clean up, then scout the far side of the island,” the commander said, “we need to make sure there’s nothing dangerous here that we missed last night.”

“Right away sir,” I said, then stepped back. He grumbled down on the base before heading inside.

I grabbed my gun, bayonet, and some grenades, just in case. When I left camp, two of the scout ships were following me. I glanced over my shoulder, “I don’t need babysitters to take a bath.”

Bill came over the radio, “we’re keeping overwatch,” he said, “we wouldn’t want something lighting your naked ass on fire.”

Finally some sunlight was peaking on the horizon as we pushed through the undergrowth. I pushed some branches aside while the shuttles weaved between leaves and branches on our path across the island. It was just about a mile before we hit the springs. I tossed off my boxers and dove in.

“Enjoying your private lake?” Lucky chimed in. “Try not to contaminate all our drinking water.”

I surfaced and spat a stream of water in his direction, just to show I was getting thorough contact with the water. “There’s other springs,” I said, “why don’t you go patrol the woods and give me some privacy.”

I closed my eyes and floated there a moment, relaxing. The water was hot in my fur. Tense muscles just melted in the water for that moment. For a moment, I could forget where I was.

Something touched my nose. The hell?

My eyes opened and I was met with another creature. Two eyes, unblinking, and a nose, right at my face. I flailed and splashed, “Wah!” I yelled in surprise. It took a moment to get myself righted while the creature seemed to giggle at me.

She was a lemur, I think. Tall, pointed ears like mine, BUT she had a long, slender tail and essentially hands for feet. Her fur was a chocolatey brown. She was dangling from a tree branch over the water. My gun was on the shore, but I was pretty sure I could take her. I was also pretty sure I shouldn’t try to kill her. There were probably others and we didn’t need to start out with bad relations.

Maybe that base wasn’t secure enough afterall. The lemur people would probably be able to get the roof off. There were new hazards now. I backed up in the water and she followed me.

“What, you find a little waterfall to fall over?” Lucky taunted on the radio in my ear.

“No,” I said quietly, “I met the natives, they’re like me.”

“They’re what?” Bill came on the radio, I didn’ answer.

The lemur girl jumped into the water and cautiously approached, her nose sniffing at the air. I got back to shore and snatched up my gun. She couldn’t know what it was, but I hoped it’d scare her off. I pointed it at the dirt and fired. A single round.Thunder echoed in the woods. Hot steam rose up as the shell casing splashed down next to me. This close, there was even a thump in her chest from the round going off. Sure, we were big, but this thing was still an artillery peace by any other measure.

As the sound still echoed against the hill and in the woods, the girl bolted, just as I wanted. She struggled and splashed through the water before reaching shore and scrambling off. Hopefully this wouldn’t spell out any trouble with the natives. It was the last thing we needed.

I rushed out of the water, still naked, and temporarily forgetting that. “Commander,” I keyed on the radio, “there’s natives. Big natives.”

Only silence came back. I looked around, there was no sign of my little escorts. What the hell? The woods seemed to blur as I scrambled back to the base. The natives must’ve attacked. Maybe there was some sort of comms jamming effect on the island. Upper atmospheric storm. A short in my drop pod. Something

Leaves and underbrush crashed aside. I sprinted up the hill. The cover had been taken off the fort, there were more of the lemurs everywhere. Some were holding onto dropships, rolling them curiously in their hand. Others held little humans, getting them lost in their fur. It wasn’t aggressive, but I don’t think they knew the harm they could do.

Some of the humans were resisting. There were drop ships orbiting high up, trying to plan rescue operations. Others had... fallen to their biology. Small groups of the little guys were carrying out various acts of lust and affection. It seemed to get the lemurs attention, getting them to lay down and observe, enjoy the specks grinding against their bodies.

This wasn’t in any of our training. What the hell was I supposed to do? There were four of them. I didn’t want to shoot them. As soon as I got the first shot off, they would start scrambling. They’d carry off, scatter, scramble, or kill the others from the ship. Ideally, we’d negotiate, but I didn’t even know if they could talk.

We were going to have a very awkward briefing after all of this. At least my encounter with Alice might pay off.

“I’m going to start collecting everyone,” I said into the radio, for the other ships buzzing around to hear. “If you see an opportunity, land on my head and I’ll try to bring some people to you to evacuate. They’re going to fight you a bit. How many are on the lemurs?”

It took a moment. A bit of time to try to take inventory. There were over 100 unaccounted for, but they were likely scattered in the grass, sheltering in the rocks, or otherwise waiting this out. Between the four lemurs, there might only be fifty to seventy of the humans.

“They’re non-native,” a voice cut in from the comms, “we just finished a small scouting mission. There’s a ship wreck on the other end of the island.”

Deep breath. Here we go.

I stepped up, quickly getting the Lemur’s attention. Three guys and a girl. They were all separated, enjoying their own pleasures. At least until they saw me. The group looked over curiously, while I started to poke around the area. My pod was shut, so they wouldn’t have armed themselves. Good first step. There had to be a few crewman loose in the ground.

Step, step... carefully watching where I went. The fortress... for what of a fortress it had been, still had people inside. I reached down to pull up a few humans. This would be hard to explain later. I gently rested them on my sheath and nuts, then went to join one of the lemurs against the rocks. I gave a toothless smile and laid down on the warm stones as best I could.

“Just one of you,” I said, then squirmed a little as the humans started reacting to their placement. And the pheromones. It got me hard pretty fast, the lemurs noticed. So far, none of them had quite tried putting the humans there. Their captives were on their paws, a few at their ears, chests, and bellies.

Slowly, I reached up to one of the lemurs and started pulling some humans from his fur and moving them to his crotch. One by one, the little guys were moved. At first he growled, but they started lavishing the same sorts of attentions on the lemur as they had on me. The effect was unmistakable as the big guy firmed up. He didn’t resist any more as I moved the little guys around. I even started to rub along at him, helping drive the excitement, making for more pleasure than the humans had caused.

The other lemurs started to move and I slowly slipped over to them. Same procedure again, reaching up to collect their scattered humans as best I could. There were some down at their paws I couldn’t quite get to. I’d have to hope to entice them over.

By the time I reached the third, he was coming onto me. He came over and started preening my fur in search of lost humans. It made it easy to pull him into my lap and nibble at his neck a little, while I started getting everyone in one place. My paws pressed and rubbed into his in the process, heavy toes crashing together as gently as I could.

In the moment of calm, I felt a ship land on my head. Time to make the first move. I stealthily stole a few of the humans away and settled them on my head. I could imagine them fighting and clawing to get away. The little guys driven wild with lust and all in their scrambled brains. It seemed to take forever for that first batch to be evacuated.

Now, the girl was growing impatient and stormed over. She would be trickier, I couldn’t just tuck people inside her. I gently coerced lemur three from my lap to make room for her. I gently felt through her fur and nuzzled against her. She let out a purr or a moan of sorts when I nipped her neck. It was a decent distraction. My fingers felt down her body, collecting the others.

I moved from sitting upright to rolling over, pressing her to the stones. The safest thing at the moment, was to keep her interested. I leaned down to her breasts and gave her a lick, my broad tongue crossing the landscape of fur and flesh. Saliva flooded down and I began to collect more of the humans. Just, this time I had to find somewhere safe to tuck them. My cheek seemed best. Alice had mentioned this once.

She moaned as I suckled, and then moved to the next breast. More of the humans retrieved. My tongue just glided against her, then swirled around my comrades, a towering, powerful, pink leviathan. There wasn’t anything they could do to escape me.

The guys were soon looking over. I had cleaned the girl, hopefully. It was hard to be sure. I couldn’t quite get the guys out of my maw yet. Instead I wandered back to lemur two. Numbers were the easiest way to track them. He immediately tried to latch onto my chest, expecting the same response as the girl had to me. I brushed against him and gently bucked my hips to his.

Time for the next heist.

Slowly, I bent down and nuzzled his length, then pushed him back to sit down. It’d make it easier for me. My long tongue slipped out again and I licked along the shaft. He shivered at my attentions, while I stole the assembled humans. A few times, I gathered them in my hands and slipped them to my head, along with a few from my cheek.

In the process, he lifted his paw and pressed it against my length. I shivered at the attention. I could feel some of the crew ground against me, and for a moment, I didn’t care. It felt good.

Lemur three came up and started to press himself to my back. He nibbled my neck and I squirmed. They’d learned, or at least re-learned well. It felt like the humans from Two’s paws had crossed over to my length. It was an easy enough choice, for them, one source was doing more to drive their lust.

I turned to Three, pouncing him back, getting him under me. We rolled playfully. He bucked his hips forward, grinding on my length. Our lips met in a kiss while our paws crashed together. I can only imagine what it was like for the humans. They’d be seeing two massive tongues wrestle in my maw. While those on our toes would just see two mountainscapes grinding together.

Imagine, being at our feet, and just seeing my pads slide smoothly over his long, slender toes. Those toes curling around mine, weaving, lacing between my toes. We played, digits grinding together, smoothly softly. Hot leathery pads meeting warm soles. The humans down there, squirming, grinding against us, or just trapped in our grip.

My length twitched against threes. I reached down to rub, collecting my humans and his as we rolled and played. He ground against me, moaning more. Behind us, two and the girl had pounced on each other. One came down, joining us. A shuttle slipped in, more evacuated. I kissed One. He kissed me back. Any little humans left between us, were no doubt gazing up at muscles grinding, flexing as we gave in to our shared lust.

I tugged off my headset and glasses to make out with the lemurs as they made out with me. Our hips hammered together. The world quaked under us. We took turns, making out among one another. My toes curled, plucking at some of the grass I’d left standing. I thought I heard the buzz of ships, they were hopefully saving anyone I missed. At the moment though, I didn’t care.

Three still remembered about his paws grinding on me. He shifted, flexible, his toes curling around my length while he sat up to suck on One. I did my best to fondle and rub at Three. We were a tangle of lustful bodies.

I let out a howl as I finally hit my limit. My hips bucked and white pleasure blasted all over between us. Soon, the lemurs joined in, white seed splattering on me, on them. I rolled over and laid out flat, panting in the afterglow. We all did for a moment. That was rather intense.

Minutes later, I wasn’t ready. The drop ships had managed to get to my gun and pulled the trigger. It barked and the lemurs scattered again.

Slowly, I reached for my headset. “Is.. is that everyone?” I asked. There was silence a moment. After a show like that, the humans weren’t ready to talk much.

“It appears to be,” came the response, “at least, as many as we could find. The others must be scattered around the area.”

“And the commander?” I asked, “is he alright? How’d this happen?”

“We attempted to make contact,” a Lieutenant said, “we started calling in support, we tried to fight. They turned out to be cold blooded, the missile systems wouldn’t lock.”

“And no one called me?” I growled into the radio.

“The commander thought it’d take too long.” Came the response.

“Where is he now?” I asked, we needed to have a chat.

“He uh... got caught up in the action,” a shy voice said, “he’s recuperating.”

I was never gonna find out where he was between us, but I could know he had lusted terribly after me at least once today.

It took a while, but when I was ready to get up, I had one last task for the moment. I moved my armor out of the pod and began to clear room. “New plan,” I announced on the radio, “you’re using my pod for base. At least it has a door.”

Slowly, the ships began to move. Our man power was down while rescues were conducted. I propped up my paws and splayed my toes at one point to help some of my... passengers.. make their way back to solid ground.

“If those Lemurs are from that ship.. what happened to them?” I asked, wondering while I sat there, once everything was moved.

“It’s either something on this world,” one of the science officers said, “or it’s something related to how they were shot down. Our ship too, was attacked. There’s risks.”

“So... are we in danger?” I asked, now glancing to the pod. The humans could be in real trouble if I wound up like the Lemurs.

“We’re analyzing the fluids from your... encounter,” the officer said, “we’ll know soon.”

I glanced down, there were shuttles collecting samples of our cum littering the ground and anywhere else it’d dripped down. I snickered, all that effort for a bit of research. At least this would yield something useful.

Some time later, the commander had recovered enough for us to make some headway. “We’re going to focus on watching for the lemurs. We need to keep our distance until we understand how this happened.” he didn’t come out to talk, just on the radio. “We’ll have you place flash bangs around our perimeter to deter them. And continue using your drop pod as our base.”

“I’ll grab the grenades and get going,” I said, returning now to the pod. I started to gather armfuls of them. These were usually used to suppress an entire area. If we were pinned by enemy fire, missile barrages or whatever, I would detonate a few of these in the air. It’d scatter missile tracking and rattle the pirates’ chimes enough for us to make a charge.

The work of setting up the grenades was boring. Soon I found it hard to focus. Up a tree, attach it.. And set proximity detonator. It’d check for IFF and if none matched, it’d go off. It was simple enough. It took me over a dozen to get a decent early warning perimeter. There wasn’t much left in my supply now, so this would have to do. That wasn’t ideal.

By the time I got back to camp, I was feeling weird. I crashed down to sit against my rock wall, not even checking for the humans. I stretched out, smiling. A strange euphoria set in. My toes flexed and I really had no interest in doing anything right that moment. I left my headset sit on the wayside, ignoring any calls the humans might have.

Somewhere in the drop pod, a scientist began to panic. Dr. Abrams. She was a PhD, a graduate of more schools and programs than could be listed. In some sense, she might be the most dangerous person here, with knowledge that could even bring me down with the right time and chemicals. If she was scared, it wasn’t good.

She stood up from a microscope, having just examined the samples from the lemurs, and then from me. There was a pathogen in mine. It looked like it had been developing for days. The virus wasn’t acting like a normal disease. It did reproduce, but it was causing my cells to produce strange chemicals. It was producing drugs inside me, that were having an effect. I just didn’t know it.

It was late in the evening when the first of the humans tried to get my attention. It had taken time before Abrams got word up the chain of command. A drop ship hovered in front of my nose. A voice came from a megaphone. “Get your headset! We got work to do!” It was lucky.

“Heeeeey Lucky,” I said, my words slurring a bit, “did you come for a look at my paws?” I teased, then held a paw up. “I think I promised you a boot-ride, didn’t I?” My mech suit was laying to the side lines, but I didn’t feel like actually getting up. I was comfortable right here. Instead my hand reached up, moving to ensnare the little ship.

The ship scrambled to escape, but they were too slow. They didn’t see my hand until my fingers were curling around them. Trapped. One little squeeze and I could wreck it. I didn’t feel aggressive though, just playful. Maybe a little dominant.

“Sorren! Let us go! We got orders!” Lucky called out, but I didn’t care. A world of command and all...it seemed more distant right then.

“Come on Lucky, come out of there,” I said, twisting my hand around. I managed to pin the shuttle with my thumb, while I tried to claw the main hatch open. The fit was too smooth though, I couldn’t quite get a grip on it. Instead, I was just scraping the paint and denting the body.

“If I come out, will you let the shuttle go!?” Lucky sounded frantic, muffled in my hand.

“I think so,” I said, “now come on out~” The hatch began to open and I immediately tilted my hand. Five of the little guys tumbled out. I released the shuttle, then reached down to discard it altogether. The pilot pulled it out of the tumble from my toss, and now I had lucky and a few others all in my power.

“Hey there Lucky,” I said, “now you liked my paws, right?” My ears flicked forward to hone in on his little, unamplified voice.

“Listen! We gotta get back to work, come on!” he said, “I’ll.. I’l play with your paws later!”

Down in the command post, my squad was meeting with the commander and Dr. Abrams. The commander looked among them. “Is he a threat?” the commander asked, looking for answers both medical and tactical.

“He’s going to experience declining mental function,” Abrams said, “he’s not hostile to us, he’s friendly, but his higher brain functions are suppressed. His more selfish desires are going to start showing through. Sexual desires seem at the forefront.”

“Is this a natural effect of the disease? The lemur crew didn’t seem quite this active, at least not until he met with them,” the commander pushed.

“We arranged a date for him during shore leave,” Bill said, “he had a good time and it appears that left its mark on him.”

“Recent memories and pleasure are probably driving most of the giants right now,” Abrams said, “the lemurs declined to the point of losing the ability to talk. They’re going to do whatever they want.”

“Can it be cured?” the commander asked, “this would be a lot easier if we didn’t have to worry about them causing trouble again.”

“I can cure it, in time,” Abrams answered, “until then... he’s going to live out his fantasies and eventually become more docile like the lemurs.”

Lucky was learning this the hard way. I had brought my paw up over my knee and effortlessly stranded him and the others between my toes. At least I wasn’t trying to harm them, they were safe there. Well, safe enough.

“See? You’re all nice and cozy down there, hehe, little humans,” it was getting harder to talk though. I didn’t want to talk. I just wanted to be a playful god over my little subjects. It had been fun just overpowering Alice. Even rescuing everyone had been fun, pinning them between me and those lemurs.

The lemurs... it was an enticing thought to go find them again. It was enough to get me moving at least. I rose and went first to the fort. Inside there were a few more of the humans, still breaking down some remnants of their camp. “C’mere little guys,” I said, scooping them up. Well, I gathered the entire land from beneath them, then gently coaxed them from my palm to my chest.

“Commander! We’ve got a situation!” came over the radio. In the command center, the screens all flicked to the patrol ships showing my act of kidnapping. It was too easy and too fast.

“Dammit Sorren,” Bill swore. “Can we tranq him?”

Abrams shook her head, “we need the tranq ammo to treat them, I need to make a cure and add it to those shells. We have to let him go.”

“Follow him,” the commander said, “from a distance.” He turned to the doctor, “you don’t sleep until we have a cure.” I was dangerous to them, but so far, had been gentle. As long as that was still the case, we should be alright.

Abrams turned to my squad. “I need you to recon the lemur ship, if you can find me some samples, maybe whatever first started this... we can cure it faster.”

The Lemur’s ship was crashed just off the beach on the other side of the island. I hadn’t gotten a chance to investigate it yet. Three drop ships carrying my squad approached the hulking metal structure. It was a transport ship, the hull had torn open from the crash, the escape hatches were all blown out. Parts of it were flooded.

Bill was up front with the pilot, “through there,” he pointed, they were starting with the command decks. They flew by dark command consoles, massive control systems. The ship was dead. “Over there.” He pointed to the back wall.

On approach, something slammed into the ship, they fell rapidly, spinning and tumbling before the pilot started to right it. Outside, a creature hammered on the hull. Bill clinged to the back of the pilot’s seat for dear life. “Keep this fucking crate in the air,” he yelled, then into the cabin, “Blondie, Chris, find out what that is and scrape it off!”

Blondie and Chris were our gunner girls. They each came from families in the demolition business and they had a thing for heavy equipment. Their main thing of choice were the unit’s heavy machine guns and rockets.

“I got front,” Blondie said, moving to the forward escape hatch. Chris moved to the side escape. If they knocked their attacker off, it’d have less chance of taking one of them with it, no one in its line of retreat.

Up top they discovered an insect, a massive spider, with the wings of a bee. It roared and slammed it’s legs to the hull, trying to break in. When Blondie popped up, it tried to crash a leg through the hatch. “SHIT!” she ducked. A moment later, Chris had the same experience.

“Sergeant! We can’t get it!” Chris yelled, she was trying to get an angle on it from inside the hatch, but proving ineffective. Every time she got a maybe good shot, it tried to stab her with a spike on the end of its leg.

Bill looked back, able to just see the hatch from the cockpit. He turned to the pilot, “scrape that mother fucker off,” he told the pilot as they approached the wall.

“We’re gonna lose some paint,” the pilot said, now picking up speed. “Everyone brace.” There was a door in the wall, lodged half open. He turned the ship on it’s side and threaded the needle. A loud scraping filled the cabin, only about half the squad had a chance to bolt themselves down. Shrill squeals of metal on metal echoed in the ship. Purple ooze flooded down the still open escape hatches, soaking the gunner girls.

Chris came down and glared at the Sergeant, “you couldn’t have warned us?” she tried to soak herself off.The next room back from the command deck was the first of the cargo bays. The room had been converted into a hydroponic lab. There were plants in trays on racks, filling every inch of available space. And spiderwebs everywhere.

“Sargeant,” the pilot said nervously.

“Steady as she goes,” Bill said, then into the radio, “doctor, the ship’s carrying plants and spiders.”

Abrams came over the radio, “bring me a sample of the plants. Bag a few spiders as well.”

“Ma’am, the spiders are as big as our ship!” Chris yelled from the back, “we got spider guts for you.”

“Interesting,” Abrams said, “put the spider guts on ice. Bring me samples of the plant leaves.”

Outside, spiders began to move on the leaves, noticing the intruder. “Get ready to drop,” Bill said, he looked in back, “Junior, Chris, you jump out, bag some flowers, and we’ll get you on the way out.” The back hatch of the ship was already opening. He turned to the pilot, “bring us in low and fast.”

The flowers were massive, like everything else here. The dropship buzzed over one, two soldiers jumped out, their suits slowing the descent like a high altitude drop. The expanse of the cargo bay around them was massive. It would be easy to get lost.

Three spider bees leapt up as the ship passed, chasing after it. “Blondie, back door, give them my regards!” To the pilot, “and don’t make it easy.”

The drop ship began to dug and weave between the plants. Spiders dropped from above and just missed. The loud whoosh of rockets came from behind anti-air missiles blasting out the back. Things were going well.

A spider dropped dead ahead, cracking the windshield. The pilot rolled to shake it off. “Junior! You ready yet!? Soccer practice is over NOW.”

Gunfire came on the radio. “Little busy down here!” Chris was suppressing spiders on the flowers and leaves while Junior worked as fast as he could.

The pilot was struggling to lose the spider on the front of the ship. An alarm sounded, it had sprayed webbing into one of the engine intakes. “Sargeant, we gotta go!”

“Hit the brakes son!” The sergeant ordered, “hard!”

The engines slammed into full reverse. Flames licked at the front as the webbing was ripped off. The spider on the cockpit was launched off to crash into the plants ahead.

“SHIT!” It was Blondie, one from behind rammed its way into the ship, lodged in the hatch. “SARGE!” Gunfire erupted as the entire squad fired on it. The sergeant turned to see it hissing and struggling.

“TAG AND BAG! That’s OURS NOW!” he yelled, the pilot brought them around, heading back for the first flower where they’d dropped off the team. “Junior, Chris, you’re coming in the roof!”

“WHY!?” Chris yelled, then saw the mass of legs sticking out the back. “Oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” A fresh roar rose behind them. She grabbed the back of Junior’s armor, “TIME TO GO!” They scrambled to the end of their leaf and dove off at the side. A loud thud emanated from their impact.

“Punch it!” the sergeant yelled to the pilot. A low boom erupted as the drop ship went super sonic. At least they could outrun the bugs.

This was the easy part.

Abrams synthesized a cure from the plant, but now? Now they had to deliver it. That would be easier said than done.

I had integrated myself with the lemur society. The little humans had integrated quite nicely as well. Constantly exposed to us, they were all too willing to play, rub, lick, and kiss. What remained of my intelligence, of the lemur’s intelligence, was enough to harvest fruit, laze around, and enjoy each other’s company.

It was early evening, it had taken a few days to devise and produce enough of a cure to do any good. I was relaxed against a log, one of the lemur’s rested in front of me, our paws pressed together with the little humans in between us. Next to us, a pair were lazily kissing in the sand, I saw a human drip down in a long strand of saliva as the kiss broke. It all seemed fine and normal. So far, no one had been killed. The lemurs seemed to understand not to swallow the little guys.

Slowly I rose up and advanced on my lemur lover. Our forms crashed together as I stalled, then lay atop him for a kiss. My arms moved under his, supporting my weight while I rubbed at his ears. We both felt a migration as the little guys started to work their way towards our crotches. They knew where to go.

I had just started to grind against the lemur when a low buzz came to the air. It was the sound of approaching drop ships. I tuned it out and focused on my lover instead. His tail thrashed in the sand, I could feel him growing hard under me. I could feel our little friends starting to kiss and rub against us as lust overtook them.

Something sharp stung me, square in the ass. The world began to swim. I grunted, sitting up, the lemur looked at me confused, before his eyes suddenly grew glassy. The others began to swat at the air, attacking the fly-like drop ships. Another round bit me in the backside as I tried to stand up. I flopped down, pinning the lemur under me.

Four of the drop ships were snatched up from the air, crashing into the titans after being tossed down when they ‘stung.’ There were over a dozen giants to tranq. It must’ve been a hell of a feat to keep track of ALL of us.

The last I saw was the lovers next to us falling to their sides, and drooling out the side of their maws.

When I came to, my head was throbbing. I was laying with the lemurs still, but they were out cold. With a great deal of work, I forced myself to sit up. “Jesus,” I coughed a moment. “I didn’t order a knock out.” At first I thought I was still on leave, tropical beach and all. “Alice!?” I glanced around in a panic before my memories slowly returned. It had been a very lustful few days.

My headset was sitting in the sand. Groggily I picked it up. “Anyone wanna tell me what just happened?” I asked, still trying to get my head working.

Abrams was on the other end. “You were exposed to a potent virus,” she said, “these lemurs were smuggling a concentrated drug into the colonies. It was part of the make up of the flowers. Their genetic engineering to make the flowers, and the drug, cross contaminated with a mammalian virus and I’m sure you can see the results. It began to infect you as soon as you had the suit off.”

I fell over, not quite in shape to move. “Why’re they out?”

“Oh? The lemurs? We don’t know if they’re friendly,” Abrams said, “we’re going to keep them under until rescue arrives.”

“Rescue?” I looked up, “where’s the ship? What happened?”

“The smugglers bought from a pirate outpost nearby, they left some mines that struck our ship, and the smugglers,” a new voice cut in, the commander. “We’ll be extracted by morning. We figured it’d be easier if we woke you up first.”

“How long... was I out?” I looked at the waves splashing at the shore. In the fog of memory, I had lost all concept of time.

“Maybe three days?” Abrams cut in, “we needed to be sure you wouldn’t relapse.”

“Wake me in the morning,” I said, “I’m gonna sleep off this... hangover of yours.” And promptly collapsed back on the beach to recover from the drugged stupor.

Life was different once we got back on the ship. There were some common areas where humans and giants could interact. We normally didn’t, but... that seemed to be changing. There was a new human crowd present, many were focusing on me. There was even a rumor going around that the commander wanted to do some sort of sexual-encounter training. Most people in the fleet hadn’t been exposed to giants in that way. People just gave in to their instincts when exposed to us and he wanted to be ready for that.

I think he just liked having a wolf tower over him myself. Maybe I’ll take a few on the crew back to my room. I wouldn’t mind reprising my role from our little catastrophe.