The Hounds of War

The Hounds of War

Kira Lee Scott

Prelude

I’m not sure how much longer I can hide from it, or how I’ll die when it catches me.

No doubt it’s going to involve teeth or claws.

Maybe both, or maybe something much, much worse.

There's also not much doubt that it will catch me eventually…

I'm Denise Eckles, originally from central Florida and I guess you’re wondering what kind of mess I’ve gotten myself into this time…

I was on duty at Arecibo 2 the night their presence was first detected.

An eight mile wide blob in the Oort cloud was heading for us at a fairly brisk pace when it suddenly began to slow.

That got our attention.

A week later, as it swung around Jupiter in a classic slingshot maneuver, we knew beyond a doubt that we were dealing with sentience, and the world leaders were put on notice to brace for a possible close encounter.

Seventy-two days later, they began to land on the dark side of the moon and we realized they were actually a swarm of ships the size of aircraft carriers. Two hundred and seventeen of them, to be exact and as they came in, they cleared the moon’s orbit of every damn satellite we had there.

The world held its collective breath for almost a year after that, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but when it did, that shoe turned out to be a size 16eee Stormtrooper boot.

We thought they were aliens when they first landed on Earth, but in the end, it turned out to be worse.

Much worse.

They were us…

Almost two centuries ago, as mankind began populating low earth orbit, then making moves towards Mars, a small band of seemingly suicidal but like minded scientists, engineers, medical researchers and an assortment of military men and women, made their way aboard the forty-five Starliners and NewGlenn motels as well as every loaded transport, and all of the tanker vessels that were currently circling our world, commandeered them as peacefully as possible, and left Earth orbit, never to be seen or heard from again.

Everyone assumed they would eventually run out of fuel, or food, or something, at which point their lives would end and they could begin to fade into obscurity.

Till now.

The day the Miroths, as they came to be known, landed on Earth, they did so with a flash and a bang…

Literally.

Their landing craft were unlike anything we’d seen before. They entered our atmosphere at over twenty one thousand miles per hour, each one a shooting star, beautiful and terrifying. As their airbrakes slowed them to subsonic speeds, sonic booms caused thousands of onlookers to drop to their knees which fostered blind panic amongst the unprepared civilians.

There were thousands of them, each over a hundred feet long and fifteen feet in diameter, and they targeted any place with a shoreline more than a couple of hundred feet deep or greater, and as close to population centers as possible.

The East coast of Florida, where I was originally from, got three of them and Panama City got one of its own, probably because of the air base nearby.

New York City wasn’t so lucky.

The craft coming for NYC didn’t land in the water, hitting the city center almost dead on, and when it did, something they brought with them went boom.

We don’t know what blew in the crash, other than that it wasn’t particularly radioactive, but three million souls perished in seconds from the raw kinetic impact and hundreds of thousands more followed them in the days after from untreated injuries.

The next day, monsters began crawling out of the surf all over the world and commenced the systematic annihilation of anyone attempting to slow their advance.

Their weapon of choice was a mace which they would swing or throw with alarming speed and accuracy and with devastating consequences.

No foreign aid was coming to assist us in our hour of need, no matter who we called out to.

They all had their hands full with uninvited guests of their own…

It was days later before someone in Moscow managed to kill one and perform an autopsy, only to find a muscular human female dwarf inside of a tough as nails biomechanical suit.

Weeks into the invasion, a Russian researcher stumbled onto a possible reason for the Miroths' return to Terra Firma.

It turned out that male as well as female pilots were operating the battle suits and we found out that although the males were virile as all hell, the females were all suffering from some malady which caused a dysfunction of the ovaries, rendering them barren. There were healthy ovums a plenty, but something was interfering with the ovums releasing and the implantation of the zygote into the uterine wall.

It would seem the wandering sons had literally returned to the fold in search of fresh breeding stock.

Brood mares…

Two weeks ago, we got word that they had introduced a new weapon in the ongoing attacks.

Dogs, or as we called them, Hellhounds. Three hundred plus pounds of furry rampage.

A week ago, I saw one burst forth from the jungle to attack four workers under the telescope dish, stunned by its ruthless efficiency when it knocked the group to the ground and then ripped the men’s heads off one by one. The lone woman in the group appeared to be unconscious when the brute took her by the neck and walked carefully back to the cover of the tree line.

We assumed it was taking her to a collection point for later breeding by the Miroth.

I swore to myself that I wouldn’t allow that to be my fate, raped until I conceived, forced to go through the pregnancy till I delivered, and then at some point, bred again.

And again. Till inevitably, I was of no more use to them.

And then what?

Serve the rest of my life as a drudge? Or maybe I would end up in a soup pot for all I knew. These quasi-humans seemed utterly devoid of common decency by our standards, and might be capable of anything.

In hindsight, I understand that thinking we would never allow something so horrible to happen can change in an instant when that horror arrives, knocking at your door.

Two days later, I heard that knock…

We had placed audio sensors in a circle around the telescope, particularly on all the routes of easy access through the jungle. The hard part was training the alarms to ignore ambient wildlife sounds.

By the time we got a contact, we found out they had ignored the easy routes, and chose a less protected hard avenue of attack.They were tearing through the fence by the time we received any warning.

Most of the men and a few of the women grabbed what weapons were available, and headed for what I felt was certain death.

I, on the other hand, suddenly found a new desire to live at all costs, and headed out the back way and into the jungle, running due east, as if the hounds of hell were on my heels.

I guess in a way, they were, and after 20 minutes of clawing my way through the dense Puerto Rican thicket, shredding my clothing as I attempted to force my way through the jungle foliage, I hit a stream, falling into it in near exhaustion and rolling to my back, drifting with the current.

A couple of hundred meters upstream, I saw a canine that was most assuredly not man's best friend.

It didn't appear to have spotted me yet, so I remained motionless, and with any luck, being short and slender would improve my chances of evading discovery. I was hoping I was being hunted by sight and not smell or heat. I was pretty good at laying low, but hiding my scent or heat signature was above my skill set.

My brown, shoulder length hair was fanned out around my head, torn clothing waving in the current and drying blood from hundreds of scratches slowly being washed away as I continued drifting downstream and I hoped safely away.

With any luck, I'd continue downstream undetected to the sea, or find a cave to hold up in, until I could think of what to do next.

If I was being honest with myself, there was nowhere safe for me to go, and at best, I was most likely only postponing the inevitable.

I needed a weapon.

A big one.

My thoughts shifted from fear and hunger to something more primal when a soft cramping in my lower belly announced the release of an egg deep inside as my body prepared itself to reproduce.

Add tampons to the list, because I’d be needing some in a little over a week when my period started, letting me know that my fertile season was nearly past.

Not that my getting pregnant was very likely out here. The only male I’d had any interest in procreating with in the last year was Steve in data acquisitions, and the last time I saw him was this morning as he headed out the door with a machete in hand, preparing to engage the approaching enemy.

I had no doubt Steve was no longer a viable candidate to father anyone's child now.

I slowly swiveled my head to check on the hellhound’s whereabouts, and was glad to see it was no longer following me.

Grabbing at the bottom of the shallow stream I was floating along in, I managed to pivot around to see downstream without lifting my head to see where I was going.

A loud gasp escaped my lips when I saw the hound that I thought I had lost, standing downstream not twenty feet away, waiting for me to come to him.

How was it possible that he could know to quietly ease downstream to a place where I WOULD be and to wait for me to come to him. This hinted at some next level canine mentality, judging by all the dogs I’d known in my lifetime.

In shock, I could only thrash vainly in an attempt to not go to my certain doom.

Oddly, my last thought as he reached down to take my throat in his massive jaws, was to realize that not only was this beast far larger than any other dog I had ever seen, but his sheath had to be at least a foot long with testicles at the base of it that looked like a couple of navel oranges hanging in a huge furry sack.

Not honestly sure how the hung bastard could possibly move as fast and stealthily as he did with all that… apparatus, swinging about. He should have been tripping over such a mass and oddly, the closer we got as his waiting maw closed on my shivering neck, the less fear I felt and despite the dried patches of blood spattered about his muzzle, and teeth exposed by his curled lips, it wasn’t the stench of a charnel house that greeted my nostrils, but the scent of warm summer grass fields and… cinnamon?

Yes, that was it, cinnamon, with perhaps the hint of nutmeg.

All this carried to my mind and body like a certified love letter, signed , sealed and soon to be delivered by my furry captor.

This was definitely NOT Denise-like thinking.

I was drawn to this creature like a star being pulled into a black hole for some reason I could not fathom, though, later, I thought perhaps a reproductive biologist would have recognized the signs of intense pheromone attraction immediately.

My agitation grew rapidly as our time together went on, not to mention a growing desperate itch between my thighs and as he held my neck in his teeth, I fought the urge to reach back and touch what was dangling between his hind legs.

He pulled me from the stream by my neck, and as uncomfortable as it was, it seemed to be a surprisingly effective method of transporting me.

He began walking through the brush with me dragging between his front legs accompanied by a litany of half choked gurgling noises, none of which would even remotely be decipherable by your average bystander.

I must have passed out for a while, but as I came to, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and released me from his grasp, letting me drop bonelessly to the ground.

I lay on my back looking up at him and watched as he began sniffing the air, looking confused by something he was smelling.

He stepped away from me briefly, lifting his head and turning to sniff the air in an attempt to zero in on this new scent as I lay on the loamy path, lightly, mindlessly dragging a finger around my dangerously swollen nipple.

Suddenly he looked down at me as if I had magically appeared before his eyes, then slowly approached, sniffing my face and neck, moving down my body till he reached my sodden crotch.

Like most women today, I think of myself as a smart, civilized female, but that civilization is merely a thin veneer slapped on top of a crude substrate of biological imperative that has evolved and solidified over thousands of generations.

For men, there is a driving urge to spread their genes, as far and wide as possible, but concentrating on one female in particular whom they consider to be of optimal breeding stock, providing for her and their young to the point of giving his life to protect them if required.

For women, the urge is to find a male with the best genetics possible while having the best abilities to provide and protect the family unit. It's only been over the course of the last few thousand years that society has morphed mating into primarily, sex for pleasure and finally, love making, an aspect of mating more for bonding, particularly for females.

From time to time, as opportunity arises, one or the other partner will stray outside the pair bond, to breed or be bred by an outsider, maximizing the intermingling of genetic material.

In the beginning phase of the male courting the new female, it is paramount that the female appear as close to virginal as the male can manage to attract, assuring that any future offspring are his. A wise female will reject mating advances from all suitors, save the one she deems most preferable to sire her future children, thereby vastly increasing her value in the eyes of the males.

The trick is to hold out till the absolute best mate approaches, without waiting till she is too old and losing the attraction of her youth.

Occasionally, a woman may find herself in a situation where her life is in danger. If she’s unable to save herself, the unspoken rule is that any male able and willing who manages to extricate her from the threat will be rewarded with access to the female's eggs.

The part of my mind in charge of breathing, digestion and reproduction was currently bouncing off the inside of my skull as it tried to draw my attention to the fact that a serious contender for super genetics stud of a lifetime was currently nosing around the egg basket and that I should get started initiating some enthusiastic fornication, just on the off chance that our DNA was by some miracle, close enough for him to put a litter of his pups in my belly.

Another part of my mind, the more rational, reasoning section, was wondering what the fuck happened to the decent, socially proper woman that my mother raised.

In the end, when my choices were tallied up, this monstrous beast may end up being my only option for dodging a life of rape, drudgery, and most likely, much worse.

“You want some of this you son-of-a-bitch?” I hissed, slowly beginning to unsnap my tattered slacks, wriggling and pulling them carefully to my knees. “Fine, but you better take care of me when you’re through, okay?”

He stood silently as I stripped, never taking his eyes off me, but moving in closer from time to time to have a sniff or a lick, here or there as new parts of me were exposed.

At last, I kicked my pants off and shoved them aside, spreading my legs to give this new suitor better access to what currently held his attention.

“UNGgghhh!” I grunted in shock when his slab of tongue ran through my folds without warning.

He must have liked what he was tasting, because he continued to lick for an eternity till with a squeal, I came on his tongue, gushing and whining till my orgasm came to a slow end.

I never would have thought of myself as the kind of woman who could get off amid such a terrifying dilemma, yet here I am…gushing on it.

“Holy Christ you big bastard,” I gasped out, my breathing only just beginning to settle. “We need to finish this…!”

Looking around, I spotted a two-foot diameter log on the side of the trail we were on. Slowly, I rolled over, getting on my hands and knees, and began to crawl towards what I hoped would be a good makeshift support for what was to come next.

Reaching the log, I draped myself over it and spread my legs, hoping he would understand what I was offering. When I felt him rise above me and straddle my torso with his front legs over my shoulders, I knew my message was received, loud and clear.

“Let me get you started,” I said, questing back to find his cock and guide him into position.

“I don’t want you accidently fucking me in…”

My speaking stopped instantly when my searching fingers at last wrapped around a penis of such mind boggling proportions that all thoughts of sex were instantly stopped in their tracks.

My blood ran cold as I realized I had put myself in a dangerously precarious position.

Literally.

What I held in my hand, well, cradled was perhaps a better description, was well over a foot long and so big in diameter, that my fingers only fit half way around the massive organ. Going ahead with trying to engage with my captor, held a high probability for disaster.

Finishing what I’d started with this great hound would most likely end in my being ruined at the very least, probably injured and possibly even killed.

On the other hand,if I tried to call this off in an effort to save myself from what he wanted to give me, I was dooming myself to a life of horrors at the hands of the Miroths.

Any way I chose meant consequences that terrified me, but the smell of the beast, the very presence of him, made a part of me want to actually squirm with need, so as I had so often in the past accused men of doing, I let my little brain make the choice for me, and damn the consequences.

Hoping he would give me a moment before just taking what he so obviously wanted now, I slid two fingers into my sex, noticing that I was sodden, my labia already swollen, clit hanging out from beneath her hood like a blood engorged little finger, knowing that I’d never been so aroused in my life as I was right now, desperate to fuck, to rut the night away and hopefully, make a new life in the process.

That was the only way to ensure he would complete this act of rescue, of salvation.

He was my knight errant, but I needed to couple with him to completion somehow to seal the deal.

God, I hope I survive this…

Working my fingers in and out for a moment, stretching my opening before adding a third, I was amazed that he was giving me so much time and was about to add a fourth finger when my time ran out.

It was just a nudge at first, but I understood instantly that he wanted to proceed and rather than risking his displeasure, I took a deep breath and pulled his bludgeon of an organ up into my opening, slotting him into where he wanted to be.

Without being able to see what was going on, I used touch to explore my partner in the short time I had. I found that he didn’t seem to have a cock head, rather, being shaped more like the business end of a chisel, made for prying open a mate to facilitate entry.

That was likely for the best, as he was going to have a lot of prying and wedging to do to get inside my woefully unprepared vagina.

“Please take it easy you crazy mutt.” I rasped, akin to whistling in the dark as you walked past the graveyard than actually trying to communicate with this alien beast.

“You’ve got to have some kind of world record cock there, at least on this world anyway…”

I felt him nudge against my opening again, being surprisingly gentle so far.

There was a huge muscular leg on each side of my neck, preventing an escape that most of me no longer wanted. I reached up and stroked his muzzle that was hanging above and ahead of my face, hoping to keep him calm and patient, pushing back on his cock a little, testing the water, so to speak, and was encouraged when I felt him begin to open me, sliding an inch or two deep before coming to a halt, my opening beginning to sting just a little as he stretched me as much as I’d ever felt in my short sexual life.

He eased back a little and pushed forward once more, gaining an inch and really beginning to apply some pressure now.

“No…please, please, please keep going slow. We’ll get you in there, just give me some time…”

He gave another prod inward, nothing painful, but it definitely had my attention.

“God all Mighty, but you’re big!” I gasped, still afraid, both of our hearts trip-hammering, but so aroused I could tell we were on the edge of something momentous, but I couldn’t actually identify what it was I was feeling.

It didn’t feel like an orgasm building and I didn’t think it was even the discomfort of his taking me much faster than I was prepared for.

It probably had something to do with whatever pheromones he was giving off, which would also explain why I was so incredibly aroused right now.

Old me would never in a million years be so hot for my captor.

New me? Well… I gotta be honest, right about now, I’m ready to be the head of his new fan club.

Whatever it was that had me so hot to trot, I needed all I could get, because I was going to have to get him much deeper to find out where this was going to take me.

Teeth clenched, I pulled off of him a little and gave a more assertive shove back on, feeling him sink deeper, but it may have come at a price.

“FUCK!” I cried out, certain I might be torn a little now, but after pulling off, then working him in and out for a minute, the stinging pain faded, replaced by six inches of raw pleasure.

Without warning, I sensed massive muscles tense under his fur as he began to gather me tighter in his front paws. I understood he was preparing to take this mating much farther than I was likely ready for.

“Oh shit… slow you bastard…Please!”

Begging had zero effect on the brute and what he was trying to accomplish with me, other than possibly exciting him to increase the fury with which he began to ravage my sex, slowly sinking his forearm sized cock deeper and deeper, till the face of his knot began to batter my vulva, unable to open me enough to finish what I’d started in a moment of misguided desperate need.

“Ughnn…ungh…unghH…UNGHHH!”

With little finesse, and a lot of raw power, the beast set to battering at me, our bodies making obscene wet slapping sounds, sounds that I could never unhear.

He was making slow, but steady progress, till with a squeal of shock, I felt the lobed mass at the base of his cock force its way into me, my opening slamming shut behind the growing knot, locking us together with stunning finality.

By this point, I was scrabbling to escape the shock and pain of his claiming me, no longer choosing him over the fate awaiting me at the hands of the Miroth.

Surely nothing could be worse than dying on the cock of this heartless monster that I was currently being ravaged by.

But it was far too late to choose any other path now, and as I struggled to pull myself from my violator, I felt a pulse inside my sheath, then a series of throbs and to my horror, I understood that the already massive cock lodged deep up in my belly was engorging with blood, growing in length and girth, but most of all, I could feel the beast’s knot slowly swelling just inside my opening.

I wasn’t a biologist, but I had seen enough K9 porn in the wee hours of the night to understand what was going to happen now, and judging by the size of loverboys package at its starting point, I was possibly about to be split wide open by the time he finished knotting me and if I did survive him, no man on Earth was ever going be able to fill the cavern left behind by his monstrous puppy plow.

I shivered when I realized that he hadn’t even started fucking me yet…

In desperation, I reached back between the log and myself and stroked my clit furiously, knowing it was all I could do to lessen the pain of the coming struggle.

Oddly, my new mate stood absolutely still while all this was going on, apparently knowing I was going nowhere now that he was expanding inside of me, and I began to wonder why it didn’t hurt more since I could feel my pubic mound swelling outwards from the growing ball of flesh just inside my cunt.

It felt like I had a babies head stuck in my opening and that was as much time to think as he was willing to give me, because right then, he set to rutting up into me, driving his knot a little deeper, where it lodged with finality, growing to an inescapable size.

A juddering howl of shock burst forth from me, utterly helpless to work with the rutting beast, my hands thrust forward onto the ground in front of me to keep from being fucked right over the log, his speed and power far beyond any act of sex I had ever envisioned, much less experienced.

“Please… oh God… please…”

No longer certain what it was I was pleading for, I continued to claw at the ground supporting me, praying for relief from this rape, this beastly ruination, this… salvation…?

Was this rape? After all, I was the one that instigated it. It was me that had chosen this path, hoping to be rescued from a fate that was quite literally, worse than death.

No one was coming to rescue me.

I was quite literally fucked…

I had started myself down this path out of desperation and thus far, everything was going to plan if you ignored the fact that I was just this side of being split wide open and was definitely now ruined for sex with humankind forever.

No, when it came down to the bare reality of my situation, he was breeding me because he wanted to, and I encouraged him too, and if it saved my life, I would do it again.

I could lay here continuing on as a victim, OR, I could choose to view my new life as an opportunity and attempt to benefit from it.

Who knew, maybe there was actually some pleasure to be found in this situ…

“...Oh?”

What was that? Moments ago, I feared I was going to be ripped open, ass to navel. Now, there was something new happening deep inside me, something new and definitely not a bad thing…

“Jesus!”

Far up inside me, further than I ever would have thought possible, I felt a ball of wet heat ignite, a fiery flower of destiny, blooming, expanding, exploding, adding new colors to my world, new sounds and smells, but most of all, new knowledge as to what my body was capable of adapting to and enjoying.

Everything culminated in a screeching spasm that seemed to be centered just above my clit but deep inside and it occurred to me that this raw, shaggy beast was giving me my first ever uterine orgasm, if that was even possible.

I felt helpless to stop what was happening and mostly, I didn’t really want to, but it was growing stronger, and I had no idea where his giant cock was taking me or if I would ever find my way back to something approaching normal after this.

He wasn’t even actively fucking me anymore, he was just standing over me with his entire apparatus lodged deep inside of my poor over stressed pussy, filling me full of his diabolical sexual wizards brew of pheromones and hormones and God alone knew what else.

And then, I exploded with it, on it, and all around it. The pleasure ramping from what I thought was impossibly good, and expanding into something indescribably delicious, a treat I knew I could never get enough of.

Zero warning, no buildup. Just a sudden flash of lights, like an internal fireworks show behind my eyes and everything from my knees to my throat convulsed in a pulsing series of waves, again and again and again.

I didn’t know what was happening to me and I worried that it was very possible I may be dying, but I was quite certain I never wanted it to end.

It was like experiencing an orgasm if your orgasm did molly and cocaine whilst you were getting a massage from a world class masseuse and eating a pound of assorted chocolates.

I could feel his cock swell just before he sent another shot of his seed far up inside of me and once that started, he calmed instantly, standing over me quietly, save for the sound of our panting and my moans and grunts, the occasional drool falling on the ground in front of my face.

His and mine.

My breathing was labored as well, but it gradually returned to almost normal, when out of nowhere, I suffered a second vaginal cyclone and a few minutes later, a third.

“Holy crap slugger,” I gasped out. “What the hell kind of psychosexual nitroglycerin are you pumping me full of?”

Also, again, his scent made me think of warm cinnamon rolls with maybe a dash of pumpkin spice sprinkled about a lit sandalwood joss stick.

Fuck. Now I’m starving…

It was obvious the Miroths had created the beast above me from Earth origin canine gene stock and God only knew what manner of genome manipulation they had got up to while out amongst the… well, wherever they had been, but I hoped the changes they'd made to him would let him put a bun in my oven and not just pump me full of mind altering hormones.

Also, hormone overload would explain why all this was feeling so damn good, as I’d been in pain up till he began to pump me full of his cum, and I hoped my body would be able to reset itself when we finally separated.

That was assuming this was a one time breeding of course. Most likely there would need to be refills into the White Knight fund from time to time, though, let's be honest, was I really going to complain about three of the most mind blowing orgasms I’ve ever heard of?

Kinda doubt it, truth be told…”Unnn…FUCK!”

Make that four, and… Christ I felt bloated, but I knew I was at the wrong part of my cycle to be retaining water.

With my left hand, I reached back once more, between the log and myself and fumbled around to figure out what was going on back there and shortly, I kind of wished I hadn’t.

My questing hand found a tight, swollen belly where there had been a trim slender one before I lay myself across this log. That was disconcerting enough, but continuing further back, I found the stalk of his cock where we were seemingly fused tightly together. I was stretched so tight around him that I couldn’t tell for certain where I ended and he began. My fingers came nowhere close to encircling his girth.

Just inside my opening, I could still feel his knot slowly swelling, thankfully, it was growing slowly enough to spare me, giving me time to stretch big ...