<5 - Their Finest Hour>

	The next day came without incident, and indeed the townsfolk hurried about fortifying the town hall, leaving Fizzer and Alyseira to prepare for the oncoming attack.  The two of them hopped aboard their covered wagon, drawn by a pair of mechanostriders, and made for the field between the town and the ever-dark woods.  There, the two of them stopped and began to dig a series of holes in the ground in a large circle, and within each they planted a wooden post with a mechanical doodad atop it.  Once finished, Alyseira wiped the sweat from her brow and turned toward her father.  "Done.  You think this'll work, daddy?"

	"Beyond any doubt," Fizzer returned without looking up at her.  It was apparent he was polishing something in his lap, but it was difficult to discern exactly what.  "Tonight's the full moon.  Worgen are their strongest during the full moon.  They're gonna be bold, aggressive.  With seven of them, they could convert the entire town before daybreak, and even the fortified hall wouldn't hold them back.  They will attack, and we will stop them."

	Alyseira nodded at her father and patted him lovingly on the shoulder.  "We're ready."

	The ensuing sunset seemed like an eternity to the panicked townsfolk.  Three rounds of barbed wire and fencing surrounded the town hall, and at all times the townsfolk had rifles pointed in all directions.  The last few rays of sunlight steadily shrank over the horizon, and moonlit darkness blanketed the expansive countryside, soon followed by a renewed cacophony of howls.

	Fizzer and Alyseira breathed deep as they hopped off their wagon and strode toward the center of their circle of posts.  Father and daughter exchanged confident glances, and a few moments later Aly's clothes were on the ground.  Fizzer fell into a crouch with one mechanical arm extended as his naked daughter proudly walked all the way to the circle's edge, staring confidently at the line of trees that led to the woods.  "Come and get me, you beasts!  I defy you to resist!"  The well-endowed gnome grasped her own tits and wobbled them tauntingly up and down, while sticking her tongue out and blowing taunting raspberries into the night.

	The cacophony suddenly ceased.

	Moments later, pinpoints of yellow, green, blue, and red light appeared among the trees.  From within the darkness, all seven worgen strode forth slowly, confidently.  The white-furred Worgen Queen stood front and center, proudly naked as the rest of her thralls stood.  To her left was the black-furred worgen that had once been Carson Johnson, and further left were his gray-furred daughters.  To her right walked the imposing, dark-furred Jexon, and next to him walked a deep gray-furred Thora.  At the far right was another black-furred female with an exceptionally long mane, who had to have been Rachel.  The six thralls walked just a few paces behind their queen and mimicked her every step, stopping just as she did only a few measly yards from the naked Alyseira.  Any one of them could have leapt upon her in the blink of an eye.

	The Worgen Queen let out a guttural growl as she snarled at the gnome, her maw opening wide.  "PUNY GNOMES DEFY THE WILL OF STARLA SHADOWCLAW?" she rumbled with gravel in her voice.  Her common was rough and unrefined, and it was likely she had become a worgen quite some time ago.

	"Oh we defy all right," Aly continued and planted her four-fingered hands upon her wide hips.  "I'd like to see you [i]try[/i] and convert us!"

	Starla let out a hissing cackle and took another step closer.  "CONVERT OR DIE.  WE WILL PREVAIL!"

	Alyseira giggled.  "Allllrighty then!  LEEEROOOOOOOOOOY-" she started, then suddenly the pink-haired gnome turned tail and bolted straight back for her waiting father.

	The Worgen Queen howled in snarling anger, and all at once the seven worgen charged and leapt into the air, ready to dogpile atop the fleeing gnome...

	... and blew right past the circle of posts.

	"JENKINS!" Aly cried and dived to the ground, pressing a button on a gizmo she'd concealed in one hand.  The doodads atop the posts lit up in unison and shot beams of white hot light between each other, first creating a complete ring, then expanding both up and down to form a solid wall of bright light.  Without warning, Fizzer's pants dropped, and his mechanical cock grew instantly erect.  The male gnome grunted as its tip suddenly glowed with gathering energy, followed by a thunderous boom as it fired a powerful beam of blinding light toward the worgen.  The blast crashed into all seven of them moments before they would have landed, sending all of them flying backwards to bounce painfully against the light barrier.

	"No time to celebrate!  It's secret weapon time!" Fizzer cried as both of his mechanical hands began to whir.  His fingers clicked back into place in the form of a pair of wide-barreled pistols, and the short gnome ran as fast as he could with his massive erection in an effort to reach his fallen daughter.  "Left!" he cried as he drew his left arm back and shot forward, releasing the mechanical pistol from his wrist to hurl it through the air...

	... and right into Alyseira's reaching hand.  Aly grinned as she quickly leveled the pistol at the leftmost, female worgen -Rachel- and squeezed the trigger without hesitation.  A burst of smoke erupted from the pistol as a shiny streak leapt from the barrel of the gun, hurtling through the air as straight as an arrow to crash squarely between the stunned worgen's legs.

	Rachel's eyes went wide, and the female worgen rocketed her upper body upright to see what had happened.  Such an impact was painless to the sturdy worgen, but she could feel something wasn't right.  Her beastly hands moved toward her exposed quim and began to claw at her own nethers, and while she couldn't see the culprit, she could feel something had burrowed its way just a few inches inside her.  Her long claws made it almost impossible for her to precisely reach the invasive item, but at the same time the feeling wasn't exactly... unpleasant.

	And then the buzzing began.

	Rachel's head flung backwards as a shaky howl of ecstasy leapt from her maw.  The worgen flung herself onto her back and began to writhe in pleasure as the item between her legs buzzed and hummed, the sound steadily intensifying along with her thrashing.

	Alyseira grinned triumphantly.  "Eat my silver bullets, bitches!"

	The other female worgen hesitated as they looked over at the moaning Rachel, and that hesitation was all it took to bring about their doom.  One by one, Fizzer and Aly's shots hit their marks, plunging a silver bullet into all four of the remaining females' nethers with deadly accuracy.  In the span of a minute, five of the seven worgen were writhing on the ground, moaning and howling as their respective bullets continued to vibrate more and more intensely.

	Only the two males remained, and both of them were scrambling to their feet.

	Fizzer and Aly both tossed their pistols to the ground, and while Fizzer worked to reattach new hands, Aly forcibly steadied her breath and charged for the pair of males.  "Come get me!"

	Aly's heavy breasts swung wildly, tantalizingly, as she ran, and the worgen males found their minds muddled.  Their queen and their mates were indisposed, and while they knew there were two threats before them, the rapidly approaching female had their canine cocks throbbing at full mast.  Before they could lunge at her, Aly launched her entire body at them both, grabbing onto both cocks and beginning to rapidly stroke them from tip to knot.  The sharp sensations of pleasure that shot through their bodies confused their lust-crazed brains beyond comprehension, until all either of them could see was the naked gnome who willingly puffed out her chest for them to paint her with precum.

	"That's it, fuck me, [i]convert[/i] me, you rogue beasts!" she echoed more calmly.  The seductive gnome licked her lips as she kept fierce eye contact with one, then the other, and followed with a husky, desperate moan.  "I'm waiting...!"

	Several spurts of precum had slicked Aly's small body from her cheeks down to her soft belly, and finally Jexon grabbed hold of the gnome and yanked her right off her feet.  Aly squeaked as she was spun around in midair like a ragdoll, and she found herself thoroughly helpless as he spread her little legs wide, lined himself up, and viciously impaled her airtight cunny with his canine cock.

	Alyseira's sparkling green eyes went as wide as saucers, and a booming moan of pure pleasure leapt from her soft lips... only to be cut short as Carson's fat cock plunged itself into her open mouth.  As if plagued by a fever dream, Aly had gone from neutral to spitroasted in the span of a few minutes.  Each time Carson would thrust, Jexon would draw back.  Carson would withdraw, and Jexon would impale her yet again.  The latter's fat cock buried itself so deeply that its pointed tip even bulged out her belly each time he would hilt inside her, his hair-covered balls smacking wetly against her clit with each powerful thrust.  Carson's balls were soon coated with Alyseira's saliva as he stretched her mouth to its limit, his thrusts going deep, then shallow as his swelling knot plugged her wide open mouth entirely.

	Aly's muffled moans vibrated against his knot, thankful that at least her unplugged nose allowed her to breathe.  Her eyes began to water as they rolled back into her head, her tits bouncing wildly as Jexon continued to plunder her depths with his heated pole.  She knew it was only a matter of time before both worgen were to blow their loads....

	... but Fizzer had taken full advantage of the distraction, having approached Carson from behind first.  His new mechanical hands reached for his bandolier, and from within one pouch he drew a small, smooth, cone-shaped piece of silver.  The cone narrowed at its base to a thin column before flaring back out into a gold piece-sized plate, attached to which was a three-foot-long piece of faux-fur-covered rope.  Another pouch flipped open, and from within he drew a small bottle of oil with which he copiously slathered the silver cone with.  "Damn you all to the hells!" he hissed right before plunging the fake tail into the male worgen's ass.

	Carson's furred body shot bolt upright at the sudden sensation, the cone pressing squarely against the hidden, sensitive spot inside his back door.  Almost immediately he let out a howl of pure ecstasy, and his canine cock began to erupt with several bursts of hot, sticky cum.  Alyseira's throat bulged and pulsed as she struggled to swallow every last drop she could, though two spurts of it began to squeeze out of her nose the longer the worgen climaxed.  The overwhelming pleasure caused the worgen's knees to shake uncontrollably, and moments later he, too, fell to the ground, spasming and shaking, with Aly's lips still firmly fixed to his knot.

	Jexon lurched forward as Carson went down, but it didn't stop him from squeezing down harder on Aly's raised legs and thrusting into her even harder.  His knot began to swell in kind at this, and the vicious thrusts began to smack that knot hard against her clit.  All Aly could do was spasm and moan against Carson's plugged cock, though even those moans were garbled by his continuing outpour of canine cum.

	As quick as a whip, Fizzer pulled out another fake tail and slathered it with more oil.  No longer bothering with subtlety, the worgen hunter sprinted around behind Jexon, raised the tail high, and shoved it squarely up his backdoor in kind.  The worgen's more youthful pucker attempted to resist the invasive weapon, but ultimately it relented as it sucked the cone straight in.

	With a final thrust, Jexon howled as the plug forced his knot to swell, plugging Aly's cunny right before he, too, flooded her with his virile cum.  Aly's poor belly was already showing the worgen's cockhead, but that extrusion steadily disappeared as her belly swelled and filled up with more and more of his cum.  The defeated worgen collapsed behind her in kind, writhing alongside the rest of his kin in perpetual ecstasy, unable to control himself any longer.

	Fizzer breathed heavily as he surveyed the battlefield, and with a triumphant grin he planted his mechanical hands on his metal hips.  "I always thought they'd look better with tails anyway," he remarked to himself, though the thought was cut short as Aly began to make muffled noises to grab his attention.  "Ooh!  Sorry sweetie," he added as he trotted over to his daughter.  Aly was completely stuck on both knots, pinned between the two climaxing males.

	Fizzer grunted as he took his daughter's hands, and with a sharp pull Carson's knot came free, releasing a veritable waterfall of thick cum from Aly's mouth and throat.  The pink-haired gnome sputtered and coughed between even more moans, her body reflexively spasming over Jexon's yet-buried cock, adding small spurts of her nectar alongside his cumsplosion.  As soon as she finished spitting cum, Aly's quivering moans revealed her own extensive climax, forcing Fizzer to grip her hands again and pull her cleanly off Jexon's cock as well.  Another fountain of cum poured from between her legs and deflated her pudgy belly, leaving Aly to writhe on the ground in her own ecstasy aside the worgen males.  "W-w-we did it, daddy...!" she was just barely able to eke out between moans.

	Fizzer beamed proudly down at his daughter.  "Almost."