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''I hadn't expected you to call me out of the blue like this. Normally you give me a bit more warning through my aide.''
''Indeed. I'm afraid something serious has happened. One that falls under both our domains, so to speak.''
''The Barrier Islands, am I right? There's no other reason you'd contact me this late if it wasn't about them.''
A grunt; the voice middle-aged and fatigued. ''Correct. Island 13 has gone dark. All signals in and out have been cut, and the island itself has been isolated via a Mirror Sea, though not one of Siren design. Would you like to explain yourself?''
''I assure you the Naval Research Bureau has conducted itself as according to protocol, as it always has.''
''Right. Naval HQ will believe that, I'm sure. Now let's stop pretending nothing went awry and tell me what the hell is going on. We've got a massive hole in our radar line with a straight line to New York City. The second the Sirens notice this they'll undoubtedly send an entire air armada through and blow the city to kingdom come – I need to know what went wrong, and why the hell a Mirror Sea is now putting our nation at risk.''
A long pause.
''You are aware of the research stations on Island 13?''
''Of course.''
''Good. We were undergoing reverse-engineering efforts towards creating our own Mirror Seas, conducted away from the mainland lest it go awry.''
''Like it has now.''
''I'm not sure why it did.'' The Naval Research Bureau pointed out stiffly. ''Final transmissions from the team indicated that nothing was amiss, and no emergency alarms were sounded before they went dark. I can only assume that either some electromagnetic interference built-up before the Mirror Sea appeared, or that something incapacitated the individuals on the island.''
''Sirens?''
''Doubtful. I cannot rule it out, but I would say it is unlikely. More plausibly is a shockwave of some kind, perhaps something that interferes with the mind. Might I suggest sending a group of those Ship-Girls to investigate?''
''...is this your attempt at getting more research data?''
''Perhaps. Perhaps not. Whether I am curious as to the unexplored aspects of Wisdom Cubes or not is irrelevant. What is important is that Island 13 must be reclaimed, and the only way to do that would be to shut down the core reactor, which is located in the island's centre.''
''Within the volcano.''
''It's a uniquely-designed thermal reactor, in my defence. It's most efficient when exposed to considerable amounts of heat, and outside of the planet's crust there is no better place for it than within a volcano.''
''...I see. I'll scramble a flotilla and have them out to the island by tomorrow afternoon. Hopefully they can turn it off without any problems.''
''Hopefully so.''
Click.
Transmission Ended.
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It wasn't unusual for Yorktown to be given high-priority missions.
Between her vast amount of experience and status as a fleet carrier she was well-suited to being a flagship, both on the Pacific and Atlantic. Still, that didn't mean she wasn't surprised when she received a transmission specifically for her at little past seven in the morning, giving her orders to group up with several others at the docks and set sail for the Barrier Islands. She barely had the time to eat breakfast and say goodbye to her sisters before heading out.
The contents of the message also troubled her somewhat. There wasn't much information, and in true Naval HQ fashion there was an air of secrecy about it, obviously hiding something whilst also not leaving out anything that could jeopardize the mission. She appreciated that, but it still wasn't nice knowing she was being kept in the dark about what was going on behind the scenes. Then again that was the way of the foot-soldiers of war; they didn't need to know, so they weren't told. She only hoped those back at HQ weren't putting her and her comrades in any danger.
A light shake of her head dispelled such glum thoughts and Yorktown walked down the length of her flight deck. Her hull bobbed on the waves under her, gradually slowing as their destination came into view, one that was hard to miss even on a bad day. The Barriers Islands.
Originally artificially-made islands meant to be fortresses, they had at some point been renovated into advanced radar station instead; fifteen of them stretching along the eastern seaboard from Rhodes Island all the way down to Florida. While they didn't have the greatest defences their radars alone meant that any Sirens would be detected from a long ways away, especially aircraft; allowing ships and aircraft to be scrambled in response to any attack. Their effectiveness thus far in the war was undeniable, as nearly every attack against a coastal city had either been stopped or at worst softened in large parts thanks to the early-warning systems.
Now though, what used to be a distant line of islands was broken up by a thick cloud of mist, unnatural in the way it never drifted or changed location, as if it was rooted to one singular place. A Mirror Seas.
'I wonder what happened here.' Yorktown pondered to herself. The mission briefing had mentioned research into Mirror Seas was conducted here, so she could reasonably assume something went wrong, but if no Sirens manifested with it then surely the scientists within could just sail out on their own?
She tried to explore the reasoning why they wouldn't but reluctantly dismissed that train of thought; there was too many possibilities. Instead she tapped into her radio and spoke, directing her words at her three escorts. ''Is everyone ready?''
''Yup~!'' Omaha's cheery voice came back easily.
''As am I. Any threats expected?'' Raleigh inquired lightly as well.
''No, but we should be on our guard nonetheless.'' Yorktown answered. Personally she might've been more comfortable with heavier guards like Baltimore, but it was just a search-and-rescue mission and didn't warrant such forces, not when the Sirens remained threats elsewhere. ''Morrison, are you ready to go in?''
''U-Um, yes...'' The meek Destroyer agreed, her voice quivering over the radio.
''Relax, it'll be fine.'' Yorktown did her best to soothe the Destroyer's worries. ''Omaha you stay to my left and Raleigh to my right. Morrison I want you at the front; can you do that for me?''
''Y-Yes...!''
Yorktown smiled even though she knew the girl couldn't see it. ''Alright then, let's get a move on. Sooner it's done, sooner we can go back home.''
A cheer came from Omaha and a more reserved agreement from Raleigh joined it, and as one their little flotilla of ships began to sail towards the mist. Morrison was the first to slip inside, her hull becoming obscured by the thick grey fog before gradually fading from view entirely, followed shortly by Omaha and Raleigh. Yorktown braced herself for an ambush as she followed them in, the waters becoming slightly rougher as she sailed through the dense fog – the ambient light sapped by its thickness and leaving it hauntingly dark. The sounds of the ocean – the lapping tides, the cawing birds, the distant horns of barges and shops – fell silent in seconds, leaving her with just the faint breeze to accompany her.
How long she sailed in a straight line, she didn't know, but after about a minute the fog began to lighten once more. Light crept through gaps in the dense mist and a gentler breeze tickled her face and brushed some hair over her cheek, necessitating she tuck it aside. Yorktown's gaze though remained straight ahead, squinting to pierce through the brightening light... until eventually she seemed to sail straight out of a wall of fog.
Island 13 bared itself to her.
Only it wasn't like what the pictures looked like.
The Island 13 she knew was a small thing, housing a small volcano that had been there when the more artificial parts of the island was constructed around it. The island had some dorms for the residents, a radar station and research facilities, and a port all crammed into an island smaller than New York City.
The island before her however was nothing like that. Even from her spot on the deck she could see that; her eyes widening as she soaked in a massive, sprawling beach that led into a dense green forest. If she looked further right, towards the south, she could see what looked like mangroves nearer the sea and the surrounding trees changed from oaks to thicker, shorter swamp trees, exhibiting a change in biome so stark it could only be called unnatural. Accompanying the oddity was the sheer size of the island; easily bigger than the state of Rhodes Island if not larger.
''Um...'' Raleigh's voice startled Yorktown out of her thoughts. ''We didn't get lost, did we? This doesn't look like what the pictures suggested.''
''No... no it doesn't.'' Yorktown answered with some wariness. ''Change of plans. Assume that the Sirens are present; only they could've made such changes to the environment on such a scale. I'll wait by the shore and provide air support if needed; you three head inland and look for survivors. If not, head towards the volcano in the centre, the briefing said the main power generator should be somewhere in there.''
''Right!''
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It didn't take long for Morrison to touch down upon the beach, arriving at the island from its western side.
She was nervous. Granted she normally she was about most things, but something felt different. It wasn't any one thing she could place but something in the air just felt... wrong. It was like if you smelled something strange when working around chemicals; it was a bad omen, and usually a sign of something worse that had yet to be discovered. In that same vein the subtle vibrations in the air, the unusually humid winds and distant rustling of trees; all of it felt so foreign despite this being an island just off of her home shores.
However she swallowed her anxiety and straightened her back, walking up the beach – hearing more than seeing Raleigh and Omaha behind her. Their ship forms were now absent, replaced instead by the riggings on their backs, and as one cohesive unit they travelled upon the yellowish sand further inland. The beach was wide and somewhat deep but the forest was quick to overtake it; sand turning into tall grass that made her stomach squirm, knowing that bugs were a likely possibility.
Again, she swallowed her fears. Yorktown gave her a job to do; she didn't want to disappoint the motherly woman.
A cool sea breeze helped quell the humid atmosphere somewhat, growing Morrison's confidence and encouraging her to walk into the forest proper. Oak trees populated it plentifully, their roots bulging out before disappearing into the grass, and as she led her two companions they started to talk – mostly Omaha bemoaning not being able to watch a TV show of some kind, with Raleigh chastising her. She listened absently but truthfully kept her eyes and ears peeled for the slightest disturbance, animal or Siren, but the forest was quiet. There was a breeze, there was sounds, but it felt like there was almost no life.
'Where did the birds go?' The thought struck Morrison suddenly, her gaze going up to the canopy. 'If a Mirror Sea engulfed this place, then surely they'd still be around...? Unless something...'
Unless something killed them.
She suppressed the chill that suddenly trembled through herself, stiffly looking straight ahead instead.
The rest of the walk was done in mostly silence; several attempts at conversation from Omaha falling flat with how thick the tension was, all of them fully aware a Siren could be hiding around any corner. They usually didn't leave the water but the humanoid variants were known to tread upon land – the Sirens wouldn't be nearly as big a threat if they were exclusive to just the water. Sure, a problem, but they wouldn't be the world-ruining force they were if they were isolated only to bodies of water.
However as they walked Morrison couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she instinctively looked behind herself, peering past Raleigh and Omaha and back at the bushes behind them, but no creature was visible. She stared longer, her own breathing sounding louder in the sudden lack of footsteps as her two friends also scanned the area.
It was only after several moments that Raleigh spoke. ''Morrison? Did you see something?''
Morrison opened her mouth, paused, then swallowed and shook her head. ''N-No. At least, I don't think so...''
Raleigh nodded slightly. ''Do you want me to lead the group?''
She wanted to say yes so badly, but pride made her stand her ground. ''It's okay... I can still manage.''
''Alright then. I'll be right behind you, don't worry.'' Raleigh assured her with a kind smile.
Morrison took comfort from the cruiser's presence, drawing a breath before turning ahead. The canopy hid the distant volcano but she could make out flecks of mountainous grey amidst the greenery, though not enough to determine how close they were. That made her frown; though she hadn't worked at the island before she'd sailed past it once or twice over the last year alone, and based on her estimations it'd take just half-an-hour at most to reach the big volcano at the centre of the island.
However they must've been walking for five or more minutes, and it felt like they were barely a tenth of the way there. How accurate her guesswork was could be debated, but her instincts told her she wasn't entirely wrong – at this rate it'd take them easily an hour to reach the centre, maybe even multiple depending on how thick the forest got. As it stood it wasn't too bad, mostly just oaks and some small shrubs, but she could already see the forest starting to get denser – bushes clumping together, vines draping down, even some trenches or holes in the ground that would delay them further if they tripped.
Hss...
The slight hiss of a bush made Morrison flinch and look over, but nothing was there. It was just the wind.
Right?
She swallowed, tempted to approach, but stopped herself. She doubted it was a Siren; at best it was an animal of some kind, possibly a bear or something if they lived on the island. The chances of her being injured by one was low, but she didn't want to face one, let alone upset one.
So she kept moving, keeping her mouth shut – silently walking faster than before. Omaha and Raleigh jogged to keep pace with her, the former grunting as she fought her way through the bushes that kept getting caught on her rigging.
After who knows how long walking, Morrison sighed and touched her ear. ''Yorktown, are you there? Can you tell how close we are to the volcano yet?''
Static answered her.
Morrison frowned, touching her ear again – accessing the metaphysical radio that transferred over from her hull. ''Yorktown? A-Are you there?''
More static.
''Is something wrong?'' Raleigh inquired as she jogged up behind her, touching her shoulder.
''I can't get in contact with Yorktown.'' Morrison worriedly answered. ''Do you think something happened to her?''
Raleigh shook her head immediately. ''If she was, we'd have heard it. She's fine, it must just be interference from the generator or something. Or maybe the device causing the Mirror Sea.''
Morrison however wasn't reassured; the feeling of something amiss, of wrongness came back full-force, inspiring a fear within her that bordered on paranoia. She flicked her gaze around her, scanning the bushes, the trees, the canopy – and saw movement in the latter. The Destroyer turned to face it immediately and raised her guns, unheeding of Raleigh's startled yelp, and just listened. The wind brushed past her ears but soon fell silent, the brief lapse in ambient sound so stark her ears rung from the haunting quiet.
Then she heard it. Breathing. Low, ragged, bestial.
''S-Something is... something is behind the tree-''
Without warning a figure lunged out from behind the tree ahead of her. Morrison screamed and scrambled back into Raleigh, both of them narrowly evading the thing's lunge and falling over each other in a heap, scrambling to get up. Rolling off of Raleigh Morrison was finally able to get a look at it – and her breath caught in her throat as she saw it. It was humanoid, bipedal and muscular, but that was where the similarities to a human ended. Its skin was a dark yellow and covered completely in smooth scales, changing only on the stomach where white ribbed skin was. Hands ended in four large claw-like fingers whilst its feet only had three toes each. A tail, thick at the base and thin at the tip, slithered behind the creature as it got down on three limbs, like a predator ready to pounce.
But what truly captured Morrison's attention was its face. It was a lizard, or at least like one – the small, thick snout and row of short, sharp teeth made it seem more fearsome than any earthborn lizard, and its small yellow eyes were equal parts piercing and intense. A Lizardman, for a lack of a better name.
''What the heck is that?!'' Omaha called out, levelling her guns at it.
The Lizardman let out a feral hiss and lunged, crossing the distance far faster than any human could – but Omaha had her fingers on the trigger and fired her cannons. They hit true, a loud blast ripping a nearby tree from its roots and blowing a cloud of acrid smoke into the air, the gentle breeze blowing it their way and leaving Morrison coughing; her right arm waving in her face to hopefully clear it faster. Whether it worked or not she wasn't sure but she was able to see once more regardless, giving her the confidence to get back to her feet, her own rigging at the ready.
When the smoke cleared completely there was no sign of the Lizardman. The damage to the surrounding foliage was still there, but there was no blood nor body, leaving Morrison acutely anxious. Had it run off? Or had it simply been blown to smithereens by the shot? Omaha seemed to think the latter judging by how she lowered her cannons, a perturbed expression on her face, but Morrison wasn't so ready to lower her own guns.
''What was that?'' She asked.
''I dunno. Some kinda creature?'' Omaha floated the option.
''Obvious it was a creature, but not a normal one, that's for sure.'' Raleigh answered, wiping her glasses clean. ''I won't pretend to be a biologist but I'm pretty sure no creature like that exists on Earth. Which either means it's an alien lifeform, some kind of Siren creature, or related to the experiments undertaken on this island. It's not like HQ was forthcoming with what was taking place here outside of it being related to Mirror Seas.''
Morrison swallowed at that, nodding. She knew that HQ didn't tell them everything, everyone knew that. Sometimes it was for the best, other times simply for brevity – they needed to know their enemy and how to defeat them, not the political ramifications or what exactly a convoy was transporting. However in this case she suddenly found herself very keen on knowing what kind of research was going on at Island 13.
Omaha scratched her head, sighing. ''Crud. We better get back to Yorktown then and give her a heads up about-''
A rustle – and a burned, bleeding Lizardman lunged from the bushes next to Omaha, grabbing her from behind. The cruiser screamed in surprise but was too off-guard to resist and was pulled into the bushes, eliciting startled shouts from Raleigh and Morrison as they rushed over. The thick green bush was shoved open easily but Omaha wasn't there, her feet disappearing between another pair of bushes.
Morrison gave chase, her fear overwhelmed by concern for her friend as she leapt over the bush and ran through the undergrowth, hearing Omaha screaming still. A powerful blast of her cannons sent shells skywards but they didn't detonate, simply passing through the thinner branches and leaves before carrying up into the sky. Morrison however kept running, lifting her rigging and aiming with her frontmost cannon, seeing the yellowish gleam of the Lizardman's scales through the bushes.
Then the second she had a clear shot she fired – and struck true, blowing a cloud of smoke out as it hit the creature's back.
It didn't down the creature but it succeed in slowing it down, and when she burst through the smoke the beast dropped Omaha, turning to face her.
Suddenly the distance between them felt far too small and Morrison slowed, stumbling as she tried to come to a stop and retreat. The Lizardman however was faster, hissing as it lunged at her and tackled her to the ground, its clawed hand grabbing the joints of her rigging and yanking them to one side. Her eyes widened as she felt the metal quickly give way; groaning as it tore and flexed unnaturally, the cannons letting out a whine as they tried and failed to turn to face their target.
Left with no other option she tried to punch the creature's chest – but her superhuman strength felt so small as her knuckles hit muscled chest, and did absolutely nothing. The time for attack was over though as the beast finally ripped her turrets away and sent them flying off into the shrubbery, its other hand grabbing the front of her dress-
-and ripping it off.
''Kya?!'' Morrison shrieked, covering her suddenly-bare chest – her small breasts pushed up by a white bra.
The Lizardman hissed in her face, its tongue extending and tickling her nose, and a new kind of fear filled her. Why wasn't it killing her? Or better yet, why was it going for her clothes?
She never got an answer however as a salvo of shells erupted across the Lizardman's back. The beast fell on top of her, its impressive bulk weighing her down and the acrid smoke filling her lungs, but a pair of small hands grabbed her underarms and pulled her out from under the beast. Morrison caught a glimpse of Raleigh's hair and closed her eyes, focusing on just holding her breath long enough for the smoke to dissipate – and when it had she finally inhaled a fresh, much-needed lungful of air.
''A-Are you alright?!'' Omaha cried out as she ran over, eyes frantically looking her over.
Morrison shook her head and wrestled herself out of Raleigh's hold, stumbling to her feet. ''Y-Yes, it just... damaged my clothes is all. What about you?''
''I'm fine. Hurt my neck with how it dragged me, but nothing that a massage won't fix.'' Omaha said, lips quirking up weakly as she tried to make a joke. They both smiled at it, but the humour was short-lived.
''We should leave. Now.'' Raleigh wisely suggested. ''If there are more of these things out there then we'll be outnumbered and overwhelmed. We also need to contact Yorktown manually since radio communications seems to be down.''
Morrison was about to agree when she heard more bushes shift. Unlike the last few times though she didn't brush it off as just the wind and backed up, her two companions doing the same. Now that she focused she could see not just one bush shift, but several. Three, five, even six at once – the hint of a tail or arm betraying the reason why.
Her reaction was instantaneous. ''Run!''
Without another word the three of them bolted, rushing through the grass and shrubs without looking back. The rustling of bushes spiked in volume and several animalistic hisses pierced the air, followed by the storm of footfalls against dirt as their hunters gave chase, but Morrison refused to look back – silently regretting leaving Mr. Bear back at home for repairs. The state of her dress was also problematic; one hand forced to hold it up and leaving her with only her left to swat bushes out of the way.
Perhaps because of that she started to lag behind the other two. Panic rose up within her but she couldn't call out, her breathing too fast and fear clogging her throat up. Steadily Omaha and Raleigh got ahead of her further and further, sometimes disappearing entirely behind trees before they became visible ahead. She could hear the monsters behind her too, their panting breaths growing louder by the second.
''Wai-!''
Morrison didn't get to finish before she was tackled, the air knocked from her lungs as she was shoved flat against the dirt ground. She slid for a good foot or two, the dirt rough against her front, but by the time she came to a stop her attacker was already moving; its claws raking down her upper-back and between her shoulder-blades, ripping her dress down to the small of her back. The sensation of cold air on her skin made Morrison seize up, panic setting in as she struggled to cry out – but her throat didn't comply, closing up as panic set in.
The back of her skirt came loose as the waistband tore, and Morrison's eyes bulged as she felt her white panties get ripped off, exposing her perky rear to the cold air. A fresh burst of energy came and she tried to speak, to cry out for help as she felt something thick against her ass-
-and any words she tried to say devolved into a shriek as something long, thick and hard penetrated her, stealing her first time with all the force of a charging bull and knocking the air out of her. For a moment she was in shock, startled from the sudden fullness between her legs, but the pain struck a second later; blazing in its intensity. She cried out for real this time, her pussy practically on fire as she felt the creature's cock pull partway out before cruelly jamming back between her folds, fucking another cry of pain from the Destroyer.
''S-Stop! Take it o-out!'' Morrison wailed.
The beast did not respond beyond a low, primal hiss as it gave another thrust, burying its cock into her tight pussy. She clawed at the dirt in some desperate attempt to pull herself away but the Lizardman planted one clawed hand down onto her right shoulder, hissing into her ear as it grabbed her hip, lifting it. Morrison lacked the strength to resist the creature, her lower half limp as the beast propped it up – and she cried out as it started to defile her with renewed vigour, slamming between her slim folds and hammering the tip against her innermost parts.
The sound of its groin smacking her ass echoed through the forest around her, though the impacts against her butt quickly faded from Morrison's mind, her ass practically going numb as it slammed its body against her repeatedly. Her breasts, small as they were, pushed and rubbed against the harsh dirt ground as the Lizardman violated her, every thrust knocking her forth before the beast yanked her back onto its large cock, stretching her formerly-virgin walls apart with ease.
''Guh... h-hic...'' Morrison screwed her eyes shut, trying her best to endure it – hoping the beast would give up, or the others would come back for her. Preferably both.
As if summoned by her thoughts she heard the bushes ahead of her rustle, giving Morrison hope – a hope that died a miserable death as she saw two more Lizardmen emerge from the shrubbery, their own thick cocks hanging between their legs. They purred and hissed at her but the Lizardman currently balls-deep inside her hissed back, prompting the two to back off slightly – lingering in the bushes or by the trees, waiting. Waiting for their turn, she realised with mounting horror.
'They're... they're going to...'
'Take turns' was left unsaid in her mind, but the implication was painfully obvious. Morrison screwed her eyes shut and did her best to hold back her emotions but as the beast slammed its cock into her once more it fucked a cry out of her, one that overflowed into a wail of despair – pain, fear and a tidal wave of other emotions rushing through her as she was railed like little more than a mate for them. She couldn't even begin to wonder why they were doing this, or for what purpose – breeding? Sexual gratification? To soften her up before they ate her?
She didn't know, and thinking became increasingly hard. The Lizardman's cock knocked on the entrance to her womb relentlessly, seeming to push against her innermost parts like it wanted to fuck her very womb. The pain that accompanied the deep penetrations grew no less raw no matter how much time passed, and as another wail tore itself from Morrison's throat her voice cracked, then grew hoarse; defeat lacing every note as she slowly succumbed to her fate.
''Ah- a-ah, sto- mn...!''
Skin smacked, her ass stung, the cock within her throbbed – and Morrison let out one final, ear-piercing cry as the Lizardman's cock slammed up to the hilt in her abused pussy and unloaded a surge of seed within her. It felt warm, sticky, and as she felt her insides be flooded with it Morrison's breath hitched. Something else was in it; small, orb-like things that rubbed against her walls as they entered her.
Eggs, she realised.
It was impregnating her.
''N-No... please, don't...''
However her strength was fading, the torrent of emotions and trauma sapping Morrison of energy – and when the next Lizardman mounted her, violating her once more, she could only lay there and take the unwanted breeding.
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Omaha wasn't sure how long she had been running, only that she was sure she should've reached the ocean by then.
''Are they still behind us?!'' Omaha cried out.
No answer.
''Guys are they-!'' Omaha looked back, and her blood turned to ice as she realised that the others weren't behind her. ''G-Guys...?''
Silence answered, only now it felt so much heavier, so much more ominous. Omaha gulped, head jerking left and right as she searched the shadows for monsters. Part of her immediately wanted to go back in case the monsters had got her friends, but what if they had managed to escape and she just walked back into the monsters? Or what if they were already dead, and the monsters had eaten them? What if this was her only chance to escape?
So many questions buzzed in her mind that it made her head hurt, a pitiful moan escaping the cruiser as she tried to decide. She attempted to use her radio but only got static in return, further distressing the green-haired cruiser, her shoes wearing a hole in the grass as she started to pace. Decision-making wasn't one of her strong points and she knew she wasn't a smart person in general; trying to figure out the best course of action was a task too far for her.
Unfortunately she never got the chance to make a choice, as out of the blue she heard the bushes rustle – and then a growl came from it.
It was deeper than the hisses of the Lizardmen; throatier, too. Fear jolted up Omaha's spine and she turned to face the source, watching as waist-high bushes slowly parted... before from them a large wolf stalked out. Larger than any wolf alive on Earth its body was ripped with muscle and its maw full of sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. Its dark grey fur was wild and it prowled on all fours, red eyes never leaving her own.
A Direwolf. That was the only comparison she could make to it.
One that was eyeing her very, very closely.
''Um... g-good bo-''
A snarl, then it lunged. Omaha cried out and fired her guns but it closed the distance far quicker than she anticipated, going under her shells and tackling her to the ground. Immediately the cruiser fought back, throwing a punch that hit its underside and made the beast grunt, but her strike did nothing further. Had it been a normal wolf she would've broken its bones with such a strike.
She had no time to evaluate that however as the Direwolf snapped its jaws down at her. Omaha jerked her head to the side but as it turns out it wasn't aiming for her face, but her rigging – reaching down and chomping on the metal joints that held her left-hand turrets out. The shock of it slowed her reactions down slightly and by the time she shook off her alarm it had rent the metal apart; its teeth not breaking against the metal as it threw the now-useless half of her rigging off into the woods.
''G-Get off!'' Omaha yelled, punching it in the jaw.
Her strike jerked its head back, giving her hope, but she didn't stay to watch it react. Instead she turned over onto her front and tried to crawl out, getting one knee under herself – before a startlingly-heavy paw pushed down on her back and sent her onto all fours with a yelp. Teeth raked through the rest of her rigging and a chill went up her spine as she realised that was the last of her rigging. Maybe putting her back to the beast wasn't the smartest idea.
The cruiser had no time to lament that fact though as the Direwolf raked its clawed paw down her back, scratching her skin and cutting into her blue shorts. The suspenders holding it up lasted only a split-second before snapping from the force exerted, causing them to fall limp around her knees. The black skin-tight shorts she wore underneath came down a second later, torn in places and leaving her delicate bits exposed to the air.
''H-Huh? What are you- mn!'' Omaha grunted as the Direwolf mounted her. ''H-Hey! You're not really about to-!''
Something thick and pointy prodded her pussy, making her breathing hitch – realisation settling over her. The momentary paralysis lasted long enough for the Direwolf to line itself up, pushing between her puffy lips-
''HYAA-!''
-and Omaha let out a shriek as the wolf's cock slammed inside of her, prying her walls apart and pushing up against her innermost pats on the first thrust. The shock that overtook her lasted just a second before it gave way to fiery pain, a cry bursting from her lips as the Direwolf yanked its hips back and mercilessly slammed back in, not even giving her the benefit of getting used to the foreign intrusion. Her walls clung to the creature's shaft and squeezed tight as if to push it out, but if anything that only served to encourage the beast; its hips thundering forth and burying itself inside of her.
Gripping at the grass Omaha gasped, eyes wide open before she screwed them shut. Blindly she shoved a hand behind herself to try and push the wolf off of her, but it was too heavy for her to do from such an uncomfortable angle, let alone when it was currently sheathing itself inside of her. She tried to crawl away but that proved fruitless, as the Direwolf merely put a paw on her upper-back and pressed down, its low growl seemingly threatening to do worse if she continued.
With a whimper Omaha submitted; bowing her head and silently enduring it. With another, more disgruntled grunt the Direwolf resumed mating with her – its thrusts short but rough as it jammed itself deep inside her pussy, stretching her insides apart with its size alone. Though she'd masturbated with her fingers before that couldn't hope to compare to the sheer size and girth of the beast's cock, nor the agonising sensation of it raking her walls with its meat.
''Mn! G-Gh... ahnn...!'' She gritted her teeth, eyes screwing shut as she did her best to just take it. Maybe it'd stop and go away when it was done. She just needed to survive so she could warn the others.
However as the Direwolf kept pounding her pussy she felt something push against her entrance. At first she ignored it, but as the thick ring of flesh kept pushing against her fold she realised it wasn't just her imagination – and just when Omaha realised what it was, the Direwolf's knot pushed inside her. A scream instantly burst forth from her throat and she writhed under the beast, her inner walls stretched apart to accommodate the creature's swollen knot, but with a snarl the Direwolf just jammed itself into her until its knot was mostly inside of her; plugging her entrance and making sure none of its incoming load would escape.
In a fit of desperation Omaha clawed at the dirt and tried to drag herself forth, but the knot inside her refused to simply slip out – keeping them attached as it continued fucking her from behind, the beast's breathing becoming ragged and heavy. Fear pooled in her stomach as she realised it had no intentions of letting her go, a fact proven as the beast pushed her shoulders down with both paws, leaving her head-up ass-down, its swollen shaft hammering her cervix as it prepared to give her a litter of monster puppies.
''N-No, don't...!'' Omaha pleaded, not daring to look back at the beast.
The Direwolf's only response was a low, building growl as it worked its canine hips; battering her innermost parts with the tip and leaving her loins afire as its knot pulled on her insides, unable to come out no matter how hard the creature reared its hips back. The motion only seemed to propel its shaft back into her, fluid dripping from the tip inside and making her tense up-
-right before the Direwolf howled, and a torrent of hot, sticky cum flooded Omaha's depths. She cried out in alarm as the sticky warmth splatter across her insides or pumped itself into her womb, the puppy batter filling her so profusely her groin bloated slightly from the sheer amount held within her – not a drop escaping thanks to the knot plugging her hole.
''A-Ahh...'' Omaha whimpered, the sensation of having cum bloating her so foreign. ''T-Take it out now, please...''
The Direwolf, in response, merely growled against her nape.
And then fucked a cry from Omaha's lips as it started to mate with her once more, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.
X-x-X
Raleigh wasn't sure when Omaha and Morrison got lost. One moment they were behind her, the next they were gone.
Part of her wondered if they'd simply diverged paths unknowingly, or if the forest was playing tricks on them, like a miniaturised effect of a Mirror Sea. Whether it was or not, she doubted she'd figure out anytime soon. Not until she got back to Yorktown and got support.
Running through the forests Raleigh finally started to tire as she neared the shoreline, able to make out Yorktown's distant hull as she neared. The sight gave her hope; the emotion only growing when she noticed a distinct lack of humanoid lizards giving her chase.
A hope that was dashed as she heard the trees rustle overhead – and then felt something drop on her from above.
''Ah!'' Stumbling and nearly falling on her front Raleigh craned her neck to see what had grabbed her – but it climbed out of her view, one hand of sharp-nailed fingers grabbing her ass. ''Ah- hey!''
She leaned her lower back forwards and swung her rigging to the side, managing to hit whatever it was. Immediately Raleigh whirled to face the source and was startled to see a small humanoid, probably only three to four feet high and with a more lithe build than that of the Lizardmen, currently crouched low and rubbing its bald head. Dark, Aegean-blue skin stretched over the creature's body tightly, making its ribcage and collarbone quite defined. Equally as defined was its fingers, which shifted more into skin-covered talons than traditional fingers; its feet similarly equipped. Small, leathery wings protruded from its upper-back and its face was mostly humanoid, sans the pure red eyes that stared at the ground, then at her.
Immediately a wicked grin curled at the creature's lips, malice evident. Faster than she expected the small creature leapt at her but she fired her guns all the same, shells lobbed over the few feet of distance – but with a single quick flap of its wings the Gremlin-like creature flew over her shell's arc, twisting mid-flight before diving at her. Raleigh raised her arms to defend herself but that just enabled the creature to grab her by the wrists, its momentum throwing them both to the floor with it atop her.
''H-Hey!'' Raleigh cried out, gasping as it caught both of her wrists with one and shoved them against the dirt above her head – freeing its right hand and letting it run it up her shirt.
Her blood ran cold, fear creeping through her veins as the implications became acute in her mind. Almost immediately Raleigh started to kick her legs and try and get the creature off, throwing her weight from side-to-side, but it weighed about as much as her if not more; it could hold her down with only moderate difficultly. Her struggles though clearly annoyed the creature, its grin changing into a displeased sneer as it gripped her wrists tighter – and Raleigh cried out as she felt its fingertips dig into her flesh, drawing blood.
More branches rustled then and she opened her eyes, gazing past the pinprick tears in her eyes... only to find a whole horde of Gremlins descending from the branches, surrounding them.
''N-No, you can't be...''
Her words trailed off but the Gremlins did not simply stop and look at her. Instead with grins abound the horde descended upon Raleigh, their clawed fingers dragging over her unblemished skin and drawing blood in thin but plentiful rivulets. She fought back, kicking and screaming, but they overpowered her with sheer number – any Gremlin kicked back replaced by another as the horde eagerly tore her clothes from her body and her rigging from her back, leaving the petite cruiser naked on the dirt floor.
Covering her pussy with one hand Raleigh tried to swat the creatures away, her blood pounding in her ears – and her attention immediately honed in on one Gremlin as it grabbed her knees and pushed them open. Two others grabbed her legs and held them open even as she tried to free her limbs, but her focus went onto the central Gremlin; a sizeable green cock rising up from between its legs and pressing against her slim, puffy fold.
''W-Wait, please don't.'' Raleigh hurriedly pleaded. ''Just let me go, I'll leave, I prom-!''
The head brushed between her lips – and without mercy it slammed inside her virgin pussy, claiming her first time in a single brutal thrust. A shriek of pain forced itself free from Raleigh's throat and the cruiser threw her head back, arching her back in the same motion as agony lanced through her veins. The sharp stabbing pain had barely lasted for even a second though before the Gremlin started to fuck her; gleefully pulling its dick out to the tip before slamming back between her folds, burying its entire length in her narrow pussy and hitting her innermost parts.
Clawed fingers grabbed her head suddenly, jerking her head a little further back – and Raleigh choked as another Gremlin shoved its dick into her mouth, spit-roasting her between the two Gremlins. She had barely the time to register that fact before it too started to fuck her mouth, yipping and howling in a high-pitched voice as it pleasured itself with her mouth; shamelessly forcing its dick in until the first inch or two went down her throat.
''Ghk- guh- mn-!'' Raleigh blindly reached up to grab the Gremlin's hips – but another two Gremlins grabbed her wrists and redirected her hands to their cocks.
The cruiser screwed her eyes shut, trying to block it all out, but she couldn't. She couldn't block out the cock slamming into her pussy repeatedly, the Gremlin's body impacting her groin with enough force to push her up slightly before the Gremlin filling her mouth shoved her back down again. Her ears ached as the sounds of dozens of yips, howls and uproarious cheers of the horde barraged her, joined by the sensation of a dozen hands touching her at any one time. Groping at her near-flat chest, squeezing her thighs, pushing cocks against her toes and palms; every part of her body was used for the creature's depraved desires as they gangbanged her.
Ripples of pain and raw sensation echoed up her groin, and a fresh cry fled Raleigh's lips as the Gremlin grabbed her by the sides and started slamming itself into her pussy with renewed vigour, spreading her tender insides apart roughly. She was utterly helpless to resist though, able only to keep her eyes closed and endure the defilement as best she could – hoping that someone would come and save her.
The terrible thing was, that she knew nobody would. Not until Yorktown noticed and sent for help.
''Mn...!'' Managing to wrest her legs free from the Gremlins she tried to close them – but with the Gremlin in the way she only served to wrap her legs around the creature, inadvertently encouraging it.
With a delighted howl the short creature continued pounding her abused pussy, its cock scraping her walls as it inserted itself into her narrow tunnel without relent – the loud, fleshy impacts sending jolts up her stomach in tandem with the weird throbs of the creature's cock. At the same time her focus became looser; a lack of air leaving Raleigh light-headed, her vision wobbling even with her eyes closed and the world seeming to tilt on its axis.
Then with a shrill, victorious howl it jammed its cock into her tight, abused hole and filled her with its seed – molten warmth splashing across her insides. Nary a second later gushes of cum was spewed down her throat as well, filling her body with their seed at both ends. Deprived of oxygen though Raleigh could only feebly swallow, doing all she could to stop herself from suffocating; her body becoming numb as her mind started to leave her.
And then just as she hung on the precipice of unconsciousness the Gremlin yanked its cock out, allowing the cruiser to suck in a much-needed gasp of air.
However her reprieve would be a brief one, as mere moments later another three Gremlins would roll her over and gleefully fuck every available hole, gangbanging her with no end in sight.
X-x-X
Yorktown knew something was wrong when she only got static on the radio.
Nonetheless the motherly woman waited patiently, trusting her escorts to come rushing back out if something truly went wrong – for all she knew it was a trick, a way of making her leave the open ocean and go onto land. As such she remained standing on the end of her flight deck, an assortment of dive bombers and fighters ready to launch at the first sign of danger. She swept the surrounding waters with her radar regularly and kept her ears peeled for the slightest disturbance, taking no chances.
Several times she almost thought something was there, hearing splashes in the water, but when she peeked over the edge she saw nothing aside from the lapping waters. It wasn't the waves crashing against her hull, she knew that much, but something about it nagged at the back of her mind.
'It must just be the fish.' Yorktown thought to herself, calming down.
Until she heard another crash, much louder than those before it. Yorktown flinched back from the end of her flight deck on reflex, eyes widening in slow-motion as a pillar of water erupted up from in front of her hull – and from it, a figure emerged. It was humanoid, masculine even; bare-chested and with a thick golden necklace resting against its collarbone, containing multiple blue gemstones. The man's buff build ended at his waist where a white skirt-like cloth rested, hiding his lower half and drawing her gaze onto the golden trident he held in his right hand, the weapon held threateningly.
The instincts flared at that moment and Yorktown leapt backwards – just in time to avoid the trident that thrust itself for where her stomach would've been. The speed the man moved at though startled her and she hesitated for a moment upon landing, granting the man – nay, the entity time to land on her deck and rush her, two strides carrying it across the distance and allowing it to bring its polearm up, swinging it out wide.
Yorktown wasn't good at close combat but was far from helpless; raising her arms defensively and stumbling back, trying to make some space. The bladed tips of the weapon carved through her sleeves like they weren't even there and even cut into her jacket, but mercifully she moved back in time to avoid most of the damage, earning just a thin gash across the outside of her arms.
''Mn-!'' She winced. ''W-Who are you?!''
The being didn't answer, and as she looked as its face she realised why. Its handsome face, framed with a white bushy beard and short, messy white hair made him seem almost divine... had it not been for the pure black eyes that stared at her. It wasn't black irises, but pure black eyes that seemed to contain a weight to them that rooted her in place. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't human. At least not entirely.
A fact proven when the monster lunged at her with speed far exceeding that of a human's; crossing the distance in a second and slashing at her with its trident. This time though Yorktown was ready and managed to redirect the attack to the side, the metal points scraping harshly along her flight deck. Narrowing her eyes she whirred her anti-air guns around as much as possible, controlling them with naught but her will and taking aim at the invader.
Then with a loud rattle they opened fire. Machine guns, small cannons and her dual-purpose guns blasting it. The majority missed due to the man's humanoid size, but those that hit engulfed him in a cloud of smoke, prompting Yorktown to relax slightly.
A mistake.
Faster than she anticipated the trident flew out of the smoke and the man followed, catching her off-guard – and she cried out as a deep gash was torn into her waist, carving from her side down to her stomach. She clutched at her front on reflex, pushing her clothes against the wound to slow the bleeding, but that didn't eliminate the threat. If she had the space she would've tried launching her aircraft but if it dodged she'd be defenceless.
So in a heartbeat she changed tactics, de-summoning her hull and dissolving it into blue motes of light – all of it which reformed around her in the span of a second, forming her rigging. The solid ground under them ceased to be and both fell, but unlike the man-shaped monster Yorktown landed on her feet, albeit with a wince as it put pressure on her wound. The man on the other hand disappeared beneath the waves.
For a second before he burst out in front of her, one hand extended as if to grab her by the throat. Yorktown jerked her head out of the way with a grunt and retaliated by swinging her flight deck around, the sheer weight of it impacting with enough force to make the humanoid man stumble.
Yorktown used that chance to think. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't human – and she was outmatched. In open combat, it'd be easy, but she was a carrier – and one without skill in close combat. Retreat was the only option, but she couldn't just leave her escorts behind... and she doubted her attacker would let her leave anyway.
Now that she thought about it, its appearance and use of a spear reminded her of something – of a certain myth.
''Poseidon...'' Yorktown murmured almost unconsciously.
The creature didn't react to the name, though it did cock its head, as if curious. Whatever curiosity it held however faded in the span of a second and it attacked once more, forcing Yorktown to sail backwards to evade. However the Poseidon gave chase, surfing across the water's surface in a manner identical to she herself; tossing its golden trident into its left hand as it prepared to thrust it out.
Yorktown redirected the blow with her flight deck and feigned an attack, but dodged at the last second, practically ducking under the creature's fist and sailing past it towards the island at full-speed. Even without looking back she heard it give chase, the telltale hiss of the water resistance warning her of its approach. It was about equal to her in speed if not slightly slower, giving her hope.
A hope dashed as suddenly the water ahead of her depressed, then surged up. Alarmed she tried to slow but couldn't before the wall came crashing down, sweeping her under the waves.
For a moment she couldn't breathe, her lungs filling with water as the whole world spun around her, the tides arresting her movement in a way that was almost unnatural. Then in the next moment her shock faded and battle-hardened instincts took hold as she struggled against the powerful current, resisting the pull as best she could. She needn't have bothered as the cyclone abruptly lost all its potency, dying off enough that she wrestled back her movement and reoriented herself, allowing her to kick her way back to the surface.
''H-Haah!'' Yorktown inhaled a sharp, much-needed breath, breaking out into coughs as she got the seawater from her lungs.
Hurriedly she wiped at her eyes and climbed back onto the water, her feet meeting resistance just under the water's surface and allowing her to stand back up, soaked but still afloat. However when she looked around she was startled to see that the island was closer than she last saw it – a lot closer, so much so she could run to it and be there in less than ten seconds. But why had the monster pushed her towards it?
'Unless it wanted me to-!'
Yorktown didn't get to finish the thought. Instincts flared and she started to turn but not fast enough, earning her a sharp jab in her side. It broke the skin just barely but the force behind the strike still sent her flying, and in the back of her mind she realised the Poseidon struck her with the side of the weapon, not the tip. A thought knocked out of her mind as her rudder-like heels hit the water as she flew, sending her into a tumble that lasted a mere second before she hit sand; grunting as her momentum bled dry, leaving her slumped against the yellowy grains.
''Mn...'' Wincing Yorktown pushed herself up and spat some sand from her mouth, squinting as she peered over at the masculine creature.
It approached her slowly, almost confidently; a regal tilt to its chin that made Yorktown's eyes narrow. She stumbled back to her feet and raised her rigging, prepared to fight to the death if necessary-
-only to realise, as coherency returned to her, that her rigging was not as it should be. A glance told her why; much of her flight deck had been rent apart and even her tower was partially ruined. The sight made her eyes widen as realisation took hold; that the torrential current perhaps wasn't solely just to relocate her, but also to remove her weaponry. Though she wasn't helpless without it... she would be lying if she said she wasn't intimidated.
''D-Dammit...'' Yorktown cursed gently, slowly backing up from the beach. ''What do you want?! What are you trying to accomplish?! Answer me!''
The Poseidon did not. Instead it continued to approach her, its feet finally touching sand – and with barely a hint of warning it kicked off of said sand, launching for her. This time however Yorktown was too slow to dodge the grab; her startled cry cutting off into a choked gasp as the man grabbed her by the throat, then shoved her down onto her back, flattening her against the sand bank. The air was knocked out of her lungs and it took her a precious second to refill them, but the Poseidon was already moving, one of its hand pushing her dress up.
Her blood ran cold as she felt a hand grope at her crotch. She froze, briefly wondering if that was just pure coincidence, that surely it hadn't been intentional – but any such hopes died a swift death as the humanoid monster gripped, then pulled; ripping a large hole in her pantyhose and exposing her white underwear to the cold sea breeze. The sensation helped snap her out of it and her fight-or-flight kicked in, a defiant, yet ultimately frightened yell escaping Yorktown as she kicked and shoved back against the monster, trying to push it off.
It resisted her assault with frightening ease. She tried to close her legs but it grasped her knees and forced them wide apart, her panties lasting a second more before it simply grabbed and ripped them off; the waistband briefly digging into her hips before they gave way.
''N-No, you can't!'' Yorktown cried, fiercely struggling.
Struggles that were for naught as the muscular humanoid ripped its skirt-like attire off, revealing a thick, sizeable cock that was already fully erect. Then in a heartbeat the monster was between her legs, its body pressing down on hers – and Yorktown cried out, then shrieked as it penetrated her, its cock-head forcing its way deep inside her in a single rough thrust, claiming her.
''S-Stop- agh!'' Yorktown threw her head back, then to the side, pain lancing up her spine. ''Please, take it- ah!''
The Poseidon put a hand on her shoulder, still silent as it bucked its hips, driving its lengthy cock all the way inside her, spreading her inner walls apart and battering her innermost parts in a harsh thrust. It wasn't gentle, not in the slightest; every buck of its hips purposeful but fierce, making her legs spasm and the air vacate her lungs each time. Tears of pain came to her eyes as she screwed them shut, her teeth gritting together, but all of it mattered little as the next thrust drove its cock between her petals.
The hand on her shoulder shifted to her throat, pressing down and making Yorktown gasp, then gag; struggling to breathe with the humanoid's weight pressing down on her. It stared down at her with its blank black eyes, so deep and glossy it was like she was staring into the void – but another pained cry fled her throat as its cock slammed into her again, sending ripples of agony through her loins. She tensed but that only made it worse, able to intimately feel its cock slide out before inevitably it plunged back into her deflowered pussy.
''Haah...!'' Yorktown clutched onto the sand for some meagre support but it slipped through her fingers easily. ''M-Mrn!''
She tried to tune it out, to ignore it, but that was impossible as the humanoid's cock ravaged her insides; slamming itself up against her cervix with all the force of a battering ram and making even breathing a challenge. Its other hand wasn't idle either, landing on her right breast and groping it through her clothes – before it simply grasped at her clothes and ripped the front of her dress apart, allowing it to yank her bra down and out of the way, leaving her plump breast free for it to grope, which it did so readily.
''Ah, no... guh-!'' Another searing thrust made her cry out. ''Please, just stop this...!''
Once again the Poseidon didn't acknowledge her pleadings, simply continuing to mate with her – burying its cock deep within her even as she cried out for it to stop. Her legs spasmed on either side of it with every impact, her toes curled so tight they hurt and her breast starting to hurt from how roughly it was groping it. Most of all though was the throbbing she felt in her loins as the creature's cock slammed into her, the sensation at first confusing her,.. before a horrifying realisation dawned on her.
Immediately Yorktown's struggles renewed, cries for it to stop joined by kicks and punches that did little to deter it; any attempt too strong quashed as it nearly crushed her throat in its hold, forcing her to submit. The sound of it breeding her, of its flesh smacking against her own and her breathless gasps, echoed out across the beach, rising in tempo as their unwanted union reached its peak.
Before with naught but a grunt, the Poseidon slammed into her and came. Yorktown tensed, a strangled cry escaping her as its large cock filled her to the brim and delivered its hot load into her womb; pulse after pulse of its cock pouring more of its seed inside her.
'N-No...' Yorktown screwed her eyes shut, shuddering in disgust and shame.
How long the moment lasted, she couldn't be sure; time losing all meaning in that moment as the humanoid impregnated her. Only when it started to pull out did she dare open her eyes, but when she stared up at the Poseidon it was not with hate or resistance, but defeat. She was broken. Exhausted.
The Poseidon took full advantage of that, and within the minute Yorktown found herself turned on her front and pounded once more – but this time nothing more than a few quiet sobs escaped her as she was violated again and again, nobody left to save her.
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