[u]{All characters depicted in this work of fiction are of legal age of consent.}[/u]

0 – Shock and Horror
“Thank you all for coming on such short notice,” she said, as if any of them had a choice. 

The vixen looked rather smart despite the early hour. She flanked the projector screen with her black furred hands clasped at the front of a tight pencil skirt. She had legs that went on for quite a bit, covered in sleek, shimmering russet fur that almost had a skin-like smoothness thanks to her translucent tights. Her finest assets were complimented by her high heels, with her slim waist made only more flattering by the sleek fit of her skirt and blouse. Her green eyes were emboldened by eyeliner so crisp it must have been applied just before the briefing and her reddish-brown hair cascaded in neat waves down to her shoulders. Her slim rectangular glasses balanced on the red-brown fur along the top of her white muzzle, completing that overall sexy-secretary look.

She was definitely the kind of young lady the operators in the room would approach in a bar. And yet none of them so much as looked at her unless it was secretly out of the corner of their eye.

She was a Foundation agent. A high ranking one at that. Refraining from ogling her wasn’t so much decorum. Ogling her was generally known to be bad for your health.

It was hard though. They called her ‘Agent Legs’ behind her back for a reason, after all.

She continued in the terse, clipped tone she was known for. “Everything you’re about to see has been censored to meet your level-three classification clearance. That being said, the following imagery is graphic, so brace yourselves.” Her eyes didn’t move to the screen as it changed, instead watching the faces of the MTF operators carefully, as if trying to gauge their reaction of what they were seeing.

Outright shock and horror would have been normal. But given what the Foundation’s Mobile Task Forces were exposed to on an almost weekly basis, Tau-11 managed to keep their collective cool.

Operative 1-4, more affectionately known as ‘Quake’ among the teams, was the only one to move. The dark grey furred wolf leaned forward, as if morbidly interested in what he was seeing. Anyone else Agent Legs would have called them a creep, but with Quake it was expected. He was an analyst after all. He was specifically trained take an interest in the visual facts and try to discern origin and intent of the paranormal happenings going on before his eyes.

On screen, an anthro black-and-white panda with the distinct petite frame of Eurasian woman lay semi restrained in the woods. Her clothes had been partially stripped away, yoga pants carelessly ripped open at the crotch and her panties laying in a shredded, muddy pile nearby. The bands of lime green restraining her with her thighs spread open squirmed and tightened. From one such band a bundle of tentacles sprouted, several slender ones, assaulting her snatch while the others grasped her thighs and teased the spread, light pink inner flesh of her vagina clearly visible against the slippery red stems pulsing in her cavity.

It took Tau-11 a good while to realise they were looking at snakes. At least two of them had coiled about the panda, holding her in place, but not quite constricting her as they might imagine a predator that size would do.

Each snake was lime green and scaly, glistening in the poor light filtering through the forest canopy. They were at least eight or so metres long, long enough to wrap the young woman’s ankles, thighs, mid-riff and arms.

Though she was restrained, it seemed she wasn’t intent on escaping. One arm was free, allowing her to wrap her hand around one of the of cocks sprouting from the end of the second snake, jerking the squirming and flailing member into her mouth where her lips were pursed over the tapered crown. At the same time the first snake hissed, opening its maw widely with pleasure, all four daggers eyes shutting softly. It moved its body in a thrusting motion, sliding its tentacle cocks smoothly in and out of the woman’s warm, sodden pussy, making her own eyes flutter as she undulated with the snake’s fucking motions.

The view shook as the woman holding up the camera sobbed. [i]“Lily!” [/i]she screamed at the panda, but her friend seemed too occupied to react. [i]“Lily please, c’mon! What’s wrong with you? Why are you letting them… oh, God!”

[/i]The girl on the camera was cut off as if she saw something and the view shook. It was a blur of forest before the internal microphone recorded a loud crash. Soon the operators being briefed were looking up at the forest canopy swaying gently in a summer breeze as a young equine woman with white fur and blue eyes fell to her hands and knees over where the camera fell. There were tears soaking the fur on her cheeks, emphasising the sheer panic in her gaze. Her blouse had fallen open to reveal a sky-blue bra worn underneath, and some smears of dirt and blood smeared her aspect.

She’d been through it, clearly. But things were about to get worse.

Somewhere off camera something grabbed the mare’s hips and tugged her hard, almost dragging her entirely out of view.  Suddenly she was shoved back into the camera lens until her face was clearly squared in frame. At that same time her expression twisted, and she screamed a scream that set everyone’s hair on end. It was the agonised wail of a woman clenching desperately to keep an uninvited intruder out of her body… and failing.

The video froze at that point, her livid eyes wide and her mouth agog with horror.

“What follows is a few hours of rape footage before she is dragged off screen and her screams are heard for a few hours more.” Agent Legs said it without so much as a stammer, her formal, rational voice holding steady despite the horror behind her statement.

The video flicked over to an OS map of the area, seemingly to the collective relief of the operators. These boys were natural sheepdogs. They didn’t like feeling helpless to stop evil, such as the evil displayed in the video. Because simply put, they weren’t on the ground where it was happening yet, so they were powerless to stop it. Agent Legs could easily see how eager each of these operators were to get their gear on and go running on-site guns blazing.

They would certainly get their chance soon. She just wanted them to have all the intel so they could do their job properly.

“The footage was discovered online just an hour ago, and Gamma-Five immediately moved to control the dissemination. Individuals involved have been isolated and delivered amnestic treatment.

“The women in the video have been identified as Sarah Walker and Lily Parks. Both Oregonian locals, highly prevalent on social media among their fellow cultists.

“They are part of a reclusive online group known as ‘The Vision Foundation.’ They are believed to be a small tech-cult with cells living in isolated countryside communes. GPS metadata in the video confirms the women were in proximity of their particular cell’s home, the ‘Faith in Numbers’ commune, central Oregon. It is unknown at this time if these serpent cryptids have anything to do with their cult practices, though it has been deemed unlikely.

“The commune facilities themselves are fairly typical. There are two spare dorm buildings, extensive storage areas, a gymnasium, a pier on the lakeside as well as a sizeable country cabin capable of housing up to twenty cult members.

“Commander?” She turned her head to the man standing on the opposite side of the projector screen. 

The MTF commander nodded sharply and taking a few lumbering steps, the large bear took centre stage.

“Thank you, ma’am.” The commander turned to the men and addressed them in a succinct military dialect that was entirely foreign all but the MTF operatives. “Your objective is to secure the Faith in Numbers commune, then begin search and destroy of cryptid entities’ source. Tau-Eleven will be on point. Ingress will be via helo to within one click of the video’s source. You’ll then hike in, searching as you go. RoE is at team leader’s discretion.

“Rho-Seven and Nu-Thee provide perimeter support. Thetas Thirteen and Fourteen are on QRF. We have a Reaper to provide CAS and a relay for long range comms. Artillery callsign is ‘Steel Rain,’ ready for fire-mission to cover scram. Gamma-Five will be running continuous interference. Loadout is a standard high-speed-low-drag, plus whatever breaching equipment you think you’ll need. Mission code ideas go on the whiteboard. Schematics of the commune are in your dossiers. Any questions?”

Agent Legs couldn’t help letting a smile creep over her muzzle as the men all stuck their hands up at the same time. All of them had the same question.

[i]“When do we deploy?”

[/i]

I – Weapons Free
“I got eyes on. Single female equine. Possible ID; Sarah Walker.”

[i]“Roger that, one-four. Go check it out. We’ll cover you. Weapons tight, confirm?”

[/i]“Rodge. Weapons tight.”

Quake slowly but surely eased closer to the sobbing woman curled into a foetal position. She shook as she cried, but didn’t seem to react as a stick broke under Quake’s foot. Even as he stood over her she didn’t regard his presence.

She looked like she’d been out there a while. Her pure-white fur was dirty and frazzled, standing on end in places. White blonde hair was streaked with mud, some blood that didn’t look like it was hers, as well as having caught a few twigs and ferns where she’d been dragged back and forth. Her clothes were ripped in places by what looked like claw marks, but it was hard to tell. It could have been the fangs of those snakes latching on.

The fur on her thighs was matted and sticky with a glaze of fluids, not all of which were her own. A small glug of viscous escaped her quim, indicating whatever had been done to her only stopped recently.

“Motherfuckers,” Quake cursed under his breath, but despite his anger he wasn’t quite sure who, or what, he was cursing out. Calming down however, the wolf slowly sank down to one knee and reached out, putting on a gentle tone. “Sarah? Sarah Walker? My name is John, I’m with the sheriff’s department-…”

The white lie didn’t get much further than that when the equine woman screamed and pointed past Quake. He turned out of sheer instinct, but all he saw was more woodland. No movement. No unusual activity.

“Please, no!” She sobbed, curling up tighter, one hand slipping between her thighs and protectively cupping her ravaged vagina. “No more! I can’t take it anymore!”

Frowning, Quake quickly dropped his NODs down over his face, set the irises to ‘daytime’ and did a full multi-spectrum sweep in the direction Sarah Walker was pointing. But like before, there was no movement. Not even a swaying leaf in the wind.

Snapping the quad-lens back up into the antlers position where it was mounted to his helmet, he turned to where Sarah Walker squirmed helplessly, crying into the dirt.

“Ma’am, there’s nothing there. You’re safe now-…”

But again, he didn’t get much further when she started babbling incoherently about the pictures. Something about him watching her through the picture. Beyond that, Quake had no idea what she was saying.

[i]“Quake, what’s the situation?”[/i] Tau-11’s leader, 1-1 ‘Jocko’ gently prodded over comms.

Quake turned his head to the group of seven men and one dog all taking cover a dozen metres away. Most distinct among them was Jocko, a towering mustang stallion, head and shoulders above the rest of the operators even while they were taking a knee.

Each member of Tau-11 was decked out in a tactical vest – even their dog – with FAST helmets and gas masks. Quad-lens night vision goggles were mounted on their foreheads, each angled up like a set of high-tech antlers, and they carried rifles festooned with mixture of similar technology.

Each of the MK18 MOD1 assault rifles were kitted with high-end flashlights, foregrips and a mixture of scopes or sights according to preference and role. They carried sidearms with similar criteria in mind, and each operator was clad in plain clothes under their armour and pouches, as if planning to ditch the tactical gear and weapons at some point and blend in with the civilian population. It was certainly one of the contingency plans if everything went truly to shit.

Quake shook his head gravely. “I honestly don’t know what to make of this. Best leave it for the psychoanalysts. I’m just here for the anomalous stuff.”

Jocko nodded, then squeezed his PTT. [i]“Sparta, One-One. We’ve found a woman matching Sarah Walker’s description. She’s alive but incoherent. Rho-Seven will package her for extraction.”

[/i]Agent Legs’ response was instantaneous. [i]“Roger that, One-One. Stand by while we work with Rho-Seven to confirm her identity.”

[/i]As the operators from Rho-7 bounded past Tau-11’s position towards him, Quake looked back down and spotted something glinting in the dirt behind the woman. Stepping around her to give Rho-7’s medic some space, Quake knelt down and brushed some of the forest debris aside. Underneath lay a sleek white rectangle.

It was the Sarah Walker’s phone.

Hitting the button on the side, he watched the screen flash to life, opening on a selfie app of some sort. The first thing he saw was his own tactical visage gazing into the device.

Only the region of dark grey fur around his brown eyes was visible through the gas mask shaped to fit his canine muzzle, topped with a FAST helmet and radio headset doing a pretty good job hiding everything else. Nothing much else distinguished him from the others; he wore a black softshell under his plate carrier, with a pair of regular cargo pants and hiking boots. A distinct line of patches revealed his callsign on his chest panel, followed by blood type, lack of religion and a final rites request, which literally read ‘IF FOUND DEAD, DELETE BROWSER HISTORY.’

Quake flipped the phone in his fingers, then slid it into a spare pouch among his fighting gear. It didn’t seem to have any security on it, he could scour the device for intel later.

As Quake stood, operator 1-2, better known as ‘Utah’ walked over. Quake didn’t need to see the callsign on his chest to know it was him. Tau-11 only had two humans on the team, and by the way he swaggered over in his tacticool attire, carrying his custom-built MK18 with a keymod rail swallowing some of the can threaded on the muzzle, this was definitely Utah. 

When you said the word ‘operator,’ Utah was the guy you immediately pictured in your head. From his dress and gear, right down to his demeanour. Even the patch on the side of his FAST helmet, which read ‘DO NOT PET. I’M WORKING.’ suited this high powered, fully-automatic, tactical attack-human down to the ground.

“Bro, doesn’t that fucking terrify you?” he asked. 

“What? This shit?” Quake pointed to where Rho-7 were now loading the babbling woman onto a stretcher. “She’s traumatised all the hell. And I don’t blame her.”

“No, not that part. I’m talking about her pointing at nothing and saying something we can’t see is coming for her? I got fucking chills. I half expected those snake things to burst out of the earth and pull your tail.”

“And pulling my tail is your job, right monkey-man?”

“Damn straight, fur-fag.”

Quake chuckled at the over-the-top slur. “It was probably nothing,” he added calmly. “She’s been through a lot. She could have been hallucinating.”

“Yeah. Or it could have been everything, and there’s an invisible thing out there right now. Watching us. We’ve seen weirder shit before.”

“Exactly. Just another day in the office, Utah.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

They walked over to the squad while Jocko was still conferring with Agent Legs on the radio. They’d turned down the comms volume and were talking among themselves. Quake knelt beside Riot and petted the Belgian Malinois who wagged his tail against the heel of his handler, 2-3 ‘Rook,’ ironically an anthro version of the same dog.

“Does anyone else feel a little light?” Utah suddenly said. “I mean; a horde of rape-worms swarming about the countryside? If it were me, I’d have sent in a battalion, not three teams.” He turned his head in time to see Rho-7 carry Sarah Walker away. 

“Two teams,” he corrected.

2-2 ‘Wizard’ shrugged where he faced out to keep watch. “Command has no idea the extent of the threat,” the steel-grey koala said in a distinct Australian accent. “These cunts could be just a few strong and only need mopping up.

Tau-11’s medic, 2-4 ‘Doc’ agreed with a nod. His elongated respirator was like Jocko’s to fit his equine face. Behind his visor the black and white stripes of the zebra were clearly visible. “That’s right. Or what if it turns out that these things force multiply? We throw an army at them, they produce an army to react, escalating the situation out of control.”

“Yeah, or we walk into an army ready to bend us over and butt-fuck us anyway.” Utah looked across to 2-1 ‘Poet’ next, to which the fellow human shrugged. 

“I dunno, man.” Poet in turn looked over at Quake who straightened up again. “You’re the analyst, Quake. Analyse.”

Standing, Quake brushed off his knee. “We’re just throwing stuff at the wall right now. Our best bet is to hit the commune and take a closer look at these critters. We’ll figure it out, though. We always do.”

The white and black Siberian tiger pulling security chuckled. “I wish I had your optimism, dude,” operator 1-3 ‘Chad’ said brightly.  “Remember that fourteen-seventy-one debacle we walked into last year because command sent us in light and blind?”

Utah shuddered hard. “Oh, fuck. Don’t remind me. I still hesitate to leave my phone at my bedside.”

Poet scoffed at that. “Phone at your bedside? Heck, I don’t even let the thing in my [i]house[/i] anymore.”

Finishing his conversation on the radio, Jocko walked over to them.

“What do you think, boss?” Utah asked.

“I think we have a job to do. Nu-Three still has our back. Let’s get eyes on that commune.”

The operators rogered up and moved out in a loose formation. They hiked at a relaxed pace, Riot in the lead followed by Rook ever watchful of his canine companion. The rest moved semi-on-guard, more concerned with keeping their eyes and ears peeled than keeping their guns up. They trusted the nose of their working dog to warn of trouble before it hit them.

Several kilometres of gentle terrain passed. Hills curled up and down, snaked about, with the sparse woodland offering little obstacle other than the occasional spiky undergrowth or low-hanging branch clawing at their tac-gear. They paused only a few times to check GPS and heading, ten briskly hiked onward.

Then suddenly, Riot slowed. His head dipped low, his ears flattened and a low growl escaped the dog. Rook was on stag immediately, with Utah and Quake pushing out to his right side. The rest fell into cover and watched their respective sectors.

The treeline up ahead ended abruptly, the harsh contrast between the midday sun glaring into the shadowy forests washing out their vision almost entirely. Everything beyond where the trees ended was complete white-out.

Then a silhouette, just a vertical stripe at first, slowly thickening into a recognisable humanoid figure began to form as it moved slowly forward. Step by step, bare feet crunching on dry leaves and other forest debris, the figure moved closer, the features only properly resolving as it got closer.

It was an anthro of some sort, that much was certain. The fur was standing on end in places, twigs and leaves tangled in the long hair. Feminine curves were bulked out oddly in places giving her an almost disfigured first impression. And the way she shuffled, it was like she was dead on her feet.

Everyone was shouting as several more guns shifted in her direction.

“Stop!” Utah yelled louder than the rest as Riot began barking viciously. “Stop moving and show me your hands or you will be shot!”

The woman moved closer still. More details resolved. Black and white fur across her petite frame. An ursine face with a bob of raven hair. Asian features that were quite normal considering her species.

It was Lily Parks, the girl from the video. And one of the snakes was still firmly latched on to her naked body.

The lime green thing wrapped up almost her entire body. It was hard to tell where it ended and she began. A plethora of long slender cocks attached to the coil slithered up between her thighs like a squirming thong, pulsed fitfully into her snatch. An ever-continuous stream of semen leaked out of the imperfect seal between the numerous cocks slipping about in her canal, mingling with her fur and dripping down her thigh.

The upper coils of the snake curled in a way that let the snake latch its teeth into her neck like a tick. Several tentacle-like tongues like its multi-penes escaped out the corner of its mouth, had slid up along her slender neck to probe into her mouth, her nostrils and even her ears. The tongues pulsed as if either pumping something into her skull, or going by her vacant expression, sucking something out.

She shuddered with every step like she was teetering on the very edge of orgasm every passing moment. Her eyes had rolled up into the back of her head as a long line of drool connected her bottom lip with her cleavage where it dripped.

Fluids matted every inch of her fur, and a low, ecstatic moan emanated from Lily Parks like a radio turned down just enough to provide background noise, but so the words of the song couldn’t be properly discerned.

“Hands!” Utah was still yelling, powering through the shock of what he was seeing. “Hands! Show me your fucking hands!”

She did finally comply. But when she did, it was more a reflexive action in preparation to attack, as her right fist came up, clutching what looked like a kitchen knife.

“Knife!” Rook yelled as Utah immediately started shouting for Lily Parks to drop the blade.

Still, with all the guns pointed at her and the operators now yelling over one another she pressed forward as if they weren’t even there.

“Quake, how do we proceed?”

Quake was in the middle of his analysis, burdened by confusion. His eyes lingered on the tongues snaking into Lily Parks’ skull, then down to the cocks all slithering greedily up into her pussy. The way it was cumming into her constantly, its four eyes fluttering rapturously. What the fuck was this for? What was the point of it? Some sort of assimilation? An incubation? Was it how the snakes bred?

Then why risk the incubator approaching potential hostiles? Assuming this was some sort of hostile response, a way of turning enemy humanoids into an attack platform didn’t make any sense either. Lily Parks was dead on her feet. She wasn’t moving efficiently, constantly side-tracked by the orgasmic shudders coming from… whatever the hell the snake thing was doing to her.

“Quake!” Utah was shouting, pulling Quake out of his train of thought.

Lily Parks raised the knife.

“Fuck it!”

Utah feathered the trigger of his MK18 before anyone else could react. Two muffled cracks escaped the suppressor, each round hitting the target with about half an inch between entry-points, tearing through a mixture of snake flesh and anthro tissue in the woman’s sternum. As the woman collapsed, the snake convulsed, spitting blood as Quake guessed the rounds hit something vital.

They fell in a writhing heap, shuddering for a moment and then falling still. The pulsing appendages no longer squirmed or leaked into Lily Parks’ body. And even her bare breasts stopped moving as she let out a low, wheezing, final breath. Quake tracked them the entire way down, and just to be sure of Utah’s swift work, he squeezed the trigger of his own weapon. The snake’s head twitched in time with the dead-check. Then Lily’s, to make sure she was properly out of her misery.

“Fucker ain’ that tough.” The relief in Utah’s voice was palpable though, and he kept his weapon trained on the bodies all the same.

Very slowly Quake relaxed, then reached for the push-to-talk radio controls pinned to his tac-vest.

“Sparta, One-Four. Hostile down, grid,” – he paused to check the digital map on the phone strapped to his forearm – “Kilo-Zulu, four-two-seven, nine-two-nine. Subject executed with centre mass double-tap and a cerebral dead-check. Ready for autopsy. Send specimen pickup. Over.”

[i]“Affirmative, One-Four. Pickup is Oscar-Mike, over,”[/i] Came Agent Legs’ voice in response.

Quake quickly ended the radio conversation with an ‘Out,’ then looked out beyond the treeline. The harsh contrast in light was still washing out his view, but he could make out the general lay of the land. And something about it, something in the flow of the dale just didn’t seem quite right. Gingerly, keeping his rifle at the ready, he eased forward for a better look.

Behind him the other operators moved up to what was left of Lily Parks. Doc quickly knelt beside her and checked her neck for a pulse, then repeated the process as best he could on the firmly attached snake creature.

“Leave it, Doc. She was a goner the moment the fuckers got inside her.”

Quake heard Doc snap back at Utah for being so flippant, but the sharp exchange was muted as he emerged from the treeline and let his eyes adjust to the change in lighting. What he saw was stunning. So much so it must have shown in his body language, because one by one the other operators moved up and formed on his flanks, similarly agog with surprise.

“Jesus,” Utah whispered.

The earth was broken, like a giant had tried cracking the planet like an egg. Part of the lake had run inland where entire shelves of earth had broken and shifted into oblique angles. Several of the buildings dotting the commune had been levelled in the massive shift, unearthing their foundations with the plumbing spewing a mixture of clean water and filth.

The main house looked fine, as well as one of the dorm buildings and the gymnasium. The small pier where several small boats were docked had splintered. Two of the three boats had capsized, the third drifting off into the centre of the lake. Miraculously, the water tower on the north-west still stood.

The terrain was a honeycomb as well, small pits and sinkholes about a metre in diameter each dotted all over the commune. To and from, the snakes slithered in an out of the holes without any immediately discernible purpose. Almost like they were performing some mundane task or non-sensical patrol.

Jocko toggled his PTT. “Sparta, One-One. Are you seeing this shit? Over.”

[i]“Affirmative, One-One. Your cyclops is moving into position to orbit the AO now. Over.”

[/i]“How the fuck did recon miss this?” Wizard demanded.

“We [i]are[/i] the recon,” Jocko explained. “We’ve been working with old public domain satellite imagery while Foundation sats are tied up by other operations.”

Chad scoffed at that. “Millions of dollars of equipment floating in space, and you still just can’t beat going to look for yourself.”

Quake in the meantime levelled is rifle and peered through the scope. Details of the shattered commune leapt closer through the magnifier, resolving the frightful four-eyed snakes in terrifying clarity. Suddenly he realised pointless patrol patterns of the snakes weren’t all that pointless. They were in a search pattern, checking every nook and cranny.

One snake coiled about the still form of a woman leaving a bloody streak as she was dragged into one of the holes. The door to a dorm opened and a young man snuck gingerly out. But he barely made it two steps when a snake lunged out of the nearest hole, coiled around him and dragged him kicking and screaming into the darkness.

“Survivors?” Jocko asked, spotting the commotion, but Quake shook his head slowly.

“One. But I doubt he’ll last long enough for us to get down there and clear the area.”

Jocko was pensive for a moment then pressed his PTT again. “Sparta, One-One. I’m initiating extermination measures. We’re moving into the commune to sweep and clear now. Out.” He then glanced at his men. “Tau-Eleven. You are weapons free. Confirm.”

“Kill,” Utah acknowledged briskly.

“Confirmed,” the others muttered, staring at the scene.

Then Jocko led seven men and one dog into the broken valley of death.

The plan was relatively simple. Avoid the holes and cracks. Start with the buildings that still stood. Sweep towards the house. Guns up. Kill anything that doesn’t have arms and-or legs.

Quake kept his barrel pointed at a nearby pit as Tau-11 moved up to the first dorm. As they did he heard a crash of the door flying open and brought his weapon up just as the boys were squaring off against a snake easing its way out onto the porch.

“Murk ‘em,” Jocko snapped, and with mechanical precision, three levelled rifles on his right flank coughed. 

The sharp snaps of rounds leaving the suppressors echoed across the broken commune as a dozen rounds were pumped into the snake. It convulsed and spat blood, then dropped limply as Jocko didn’t even slow his approach to the door.

As he moved up the steps though, something lashed out of the dimness inside.

The tail end of a snake like a whiplash whipped out and snapped around Jocko’s throat. He barely had time to react as he was yanked off balance and dragged into the dorm.

Poet cursed, immediately following the prone form of their team leader inside, his rifle shouldered and ready to hand out party favours.

There were several more cracks of gunfire as the team piled in after Jocko. Quake didn’t see, he was last in, whipping around and backing up the porch steps. His own rifle coughed a few shots guided by his canted iron sights, dropping a pair of snakes easing up behind the squad. They were quickly replaced by several more slithering out of the nearby holes, eyes darting about to see what the commotion was about.

Quake turned in the doorway, domed another snake as it locked eyes with him, then pulled the door shut after him. Leaving his rifle in its sling he immediately grabbed one of the metal bunk beds lining the dorm and dragged it into place in front of the door. Utah was beside him, kicking over a wooden wardrobe before the duo shoved it against the bunk for good measure.

They stepped back just as something heavy threw itself against the door, rattling their makeshift barricade.

Turning, Quake saw there was a hole bored through the wooden floor in the middle of the dorm. The Rook had thrown himself on top of Jocko to stop him from being dragged inside while Chad stood over the hole, emptying his rifle down inside. The others were sweeping the corners of the room, dead-checking several more snakes that had almost ambushed them.

Pulling the coils from Jocko, Rook helped the big man up… but another figure leapt up out of the hole beside Chad. A snake, hissing furiously with fangs bared, wrapped around the tiger’s broad shoulders, pinning his rifle flush against his body and wrestling him to the ground.

As the operators fell on their friend to untangle him, another whiplash tail cracked out of the hole and caught Rook by the throat, yanking him headfirst into the darkness.

“Rook!” Doc shouted from where he was trying to pull the snake off Chad, his eyes wide through the visor of his gas mask. “No, Riot! Stay!”

Even as he yelled it, the dog took off into the hole after his handler, both Belgian Malinois disappearing from sight.

At the same time the snake wrapping Chad snapped its gaze around and dislocated its jaw, hissing as it moved to consume Doc’s head.

It would have swallowed him halfway down in one bite, if it weren’t for Quake charging forward and throwing himself on the snake’s head. Keeping the head pinned down to the deck, the other operators started pulling knives and began cutting the gasping tiger from the thing’s crushing grip.

Quake at the same time managed to pull his pistol and pumped three rounds point blank into the snake’s head. They entered under the chin and exploded out the top of its skull. All four eyes jerked, pupils pulling away in differing directions before the thing went limp under Quake’s weight.

No sooner did they have Chad on his feet with guns pointed outward in every direction, the persistent knocking on the front door started breaking through. The door splintered and Quake could see the green scaly skin through the cracks. A side door burst off its hinges, a snake landing in a heap on top of it, barely lifting its head before Poet and Doc shoved half a dozen bullets into it.

Windows – what was left of them – smashed as more snakes started breaching through every available orifice in the dorm. They had the building surrounded, and they were coming in with the brute force of a SWAT-team breaching a streamer’s home.

Back to back, Tau-11 let them have it, overlapping fields of fire, calling targets and dropping snakes with quick and efficient double taps. The cryptids were their most vulnerable immediately after landing. They had to bring their heads up predictably to assess where they were going next, putting them right in the sights of a highly trained operator.

In the thick of the fight, as bodies started piling up, Quake could hear the tell-tale click on comms as command chimed in blindly.

It was Agent Legs. [i]“Quake, the lab boys love the new pet. But they’re asking if you can possibly take one alive, over?”[/i]

“Is she kidding!?” Chad shouted over the raging gunfight. “Tell me she’s fucking kidding!”

Quake kept his rifle up as he squeezed his PTT to respond to Agent Legs. “That’s not really a thing right now! Out!”

Beside him, Utah slung his rifle and yanked his pistol, dumping eight rounds into a single snake on his sector. As it dropped and he was satisfied his field of fire was momentarily clear, he re-holstered the pistol, slammed a new mag into his rifle and feathered the trigger as the previous snake was joined by at least four more forcing their way through the windows on his side.

“This isn’t going too well!” he shouted over his shoulder as every snake he killed was replaced by even more. “Some CAS would be great right about now.”

They needed clear sky and open terrain to funnel all these snakes into one area for close-air-support to burn them out.

Jocko glanced at the second fireteam leader and gestured the side door. “Poet! Exit right! Break contact by fireteam! Peel it! Go-go-go!”

“Bounding!” Poet shouted, tapping the operator beside him, who in turn tapped the guy beside him down the line.

Fireteam-2 was out first, rushing with their guns up out of the side door and out of sight. It was hard to make out if they were continuing to gun down snakes outside, given the thud of gunfire going on inside the dorm coupled with the ear-splitting hiss of snake monsters rushing Quake’s position.

Eventually though, Poet chimed in on comms, his voice as clear as if he were standing right beside them. [i]“Two-One, set! Hang left on your exit! Covering!”[/i]

Jocko clicked his PTT and shouted loud enough or everyone to hear. “Bounding!”

Like the others, Fireteam-1 rose one at a time, patting the operator beside them as they moved to indicate they were going. Jocko was out the door already, hooking left immediately, even as Utah was finding his feet and patting Quake on the back of his helmet.

Last to break contact, Quake emptied the rest of his magazine into a snake trying to get in through a window, then high ported his rifle and turned to run. The empty mag flicked from the weapon as he reached for the next. But he barely felt his fingers close on the magazine base-plate when something caught his ankle.

The whiplash tail, slender but powerful, closed around his foot and yanked his legs out from under him. Quake landed muzzle down, hard enough to smack his gas mask into the wooden floor. He barely had time to register whether his nose was still attached or if he had lost any teeth in the impact when the snake yanked hard, dragging him backwards, his empty rifle clattering as it was tugged along by the sling.

“Quake!” Utah saw him go down in the last second and tried to double back, but Quake was already gone.

The tunnel that took Rook, swallowed him like a gullet and before long Quake was pulled around several bends, cutting out all light and bathing him in complete darkness.

The wolf bounced and rolled as he was tossed this way and that over the moist earth, and finally smooth carved rock. His fingers failed to purchase on anything to hold himself back as he was pulled blindly deeper and deeper, swinging wide around every corner. His helmet cracked against several stones and he heard glass shatter as his NODs caught on something.

Bruised and battered, Quake cried out and managed to roll onto his back, digging his free heel into the smooth ground, trying to hold back as best he could. At the same time his hand managed to go for his sidearm, ripping the Glock from its holster and activating the gun-light that thankfully still worked.

The snake stopped dragging and whipped around, six eyes reflecting the torchlight harshly.

This creature was different than the others. Still a snake in overall form, with an extra pair of eyes. It was longer, much more slender but no less powerful given it had just dragged a full-grown adult man like he was a child. Its skin was smooth, devoid of scales and more like a leathery hide.

From the sides of its head to almost a metre down its body a large cobra-like hood flared open as a forked tongue split five ways, shooting from its mouth with a ferocious hiss.

Quake squeezed the trigger and popped a round through its head at point blank range. Then snapped off two more deafening shots that echoed through the tunnels in every direction for good measure.

The snake dropped and the coils slackened enough for Quake to kick his way out from between it.

It took two minutes for Quake to calm his breathing. Then another to take in this new environment. There was no telling how far down he was, or how many junctions the snake had carried him through. Navigating back to the surface was going to be tricky. Especially given this tunnel had widened out into a rocky, natural looking cavern system. He could be a hundred metres down in a honeycomb of caves sprawling out in every direction.

For the most part, Quake was just dazed and bruised. He still had all four limbs and there was no blood gushing out of any orifices he hadn’t woken up with that morning. His tail felt a little numb, and reaching back he tenderly pressed around the base of it at the back of his pelvis. A short little lance of pain shot up his spine as he pressed too hard. It was weak, but he could still move. It felt like he’d sprained the joints at the base while skidding around on his ass.

Reaching up to his forehead he realised his quadlenses were just gone. The torch on his helmet flickered, it was clearly damaged. But he had his pistol light and smacking a new magazine into his MK18, he found his AN/PEQ15 light was still working too. His mask was intact, as were his weapons, and he had some light plus a solid handful of chemical flares to navigate by.

He checked his radio next. No response, as expected. He was too far down to even hear any shouting or shooting carry through any of the tunnels. It was just him with a dead snake and a grave silence to keep him company.

“Great,” Quake whispered.

Picking a direction, the lone MTF operator went spelunking.



II – Hail to The Queen
Quake paused and squinted into the darkness. He could make out light ahead, but the way the tunnels so far had inclined and declined rather naturally, there was no way he could be anywhere near the surface yet. 

Slowing down he pressed closer, the light taking on more of a dim blue hue as it got brighter. Eventually he spotted it along the walls and ceilings. Moss, giving off a pretty substantial bioluminescent glow. It was constant, slender coils of leafy tendrils giving off light like incandescent filaments stuck to the rocky walls. It was humid enough with water dripping into small puddles to support plant life, especially an anomalous one like this.

He’d seen this kind of moss before, on an op assessing one of the newer SCP-6099 cities. It had been years ago. All he remembered, other than the SCP-6099 population being thankfully friendly, was that they had gauged this bioluminescent moss grew at a minimum depth of fifty metres.

Quake looked up at the ceiling and cursed. That meant he was at the very least fifty metres down. That didn’t bode well.

Turning off his torch, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim light, then moved on. Except he froze when it touched him.

A soft draught, across the fur on his exposed neck, brushing the longer hairs and despite its warmth, sending a cold chill of surprise down his spine.

Suddenly and all at once Quake whipped around with his rifle to bear, finger on the trigger… nothing.

He had his thumb on the pressure pad of his PEQ light, illuminating the way he’d just come. But there was nothing to indicate anything or anyone had been standing behind him, breathing down his neck.

Narrowing his eyes, Quake turned away again. He paused with one last glance over hi shoulder, unable to fully shake the feeling he was being watched, then he pressed on, deeper into the bioluminescent tunnels.

As he pressed further into the lit tunnels, he could hear the noise rush to meet him. Splashing of pooled water, intermingled with the shuffling of bodies dragged over stone. And the hiss.

There were snakes nearby. But instead of turning the other way, Quake braced his rifle and pressed forward, following the masculine cry he heard cut through the chorus of hisses. Moving as quietly as he could at this speed, the flow of water that sounded like an underground river masked is footfalls up to where the tunnel halted abruptly in a crevasse. It was too narrow to fit through unless he turned and squeezed.

For the moment he just eased his head through to peek at the other side.

The chamber beyond was well lit, filled with more of the bioluminescent moss revealing an almost cathedral like cavity of stalagmites meeting stalactites to form pillars all the way across. Along the edges of the chamber were dark tunnels leading out in multiple directions, with the main wall to the back dominated by several tiered plateaus of rock etched with deep, watery, muddy pits. Small waterfalls ran down an organ-like rock formation of tubes and grooves along the same wall where numerous glowing mushrooms clung like enormous natural sconces.

And there, wrapped into a large squirming pile sat a snake, similar to the slender one that had dragged Quake down here. Except this one was much-much longer. At least thirty or so metres, with still a rather slender frame, this creature lay in lazy coils draped across its pedestal at the very top of the chamber, six glowing eyes peering down at the prey caught in its trap.

The young man Quake had spied on the surface before he was dragged underground, struggled feebly as is queen snake flicked its tongue across his cheek. The anthro mouse looked to have been bitten in multiple places, blood seeping into his white fur, and his clothes lay in a shredded pile over to the side of the chamber, among many other shreds of soiled fabric.

The mouse trembled as the snake’s many coils wrapping his body shifted around the mid-riff, the lower coils sliding further down his thighs to reveal his unclothed genitals. He whimpered as he watched helplessly, the snake easing its head down his body to inspect the small furry scrotum and sheath on full display.

“God, please, no,” he whimpered, almost expecting to get bitten again.

But the snake paused there, eying him with a slight cock of its head. Then, deliberately like all its other movements, it brought up its tail end.

About half a metre from the tip of its tapered tail was a fleshy slit, like an upsidedown Y-shape. The snake ran its tongue down its own body and flicked the forked appendage across the now glistening seam, making itself… [i]her[/i]self shudder with pleasure.

The slit, a vagina quite obviously, opened like the blossoming petals of a flower at the slightest teasing from her own tongue. Her six eyes fluttered and rolled as the shudder ran from the tapered tail all the way up through the many coils her body lay draped in. Her hood finally fluttered when the lucidity returned to her unusually expressive gaze. The snake queen was unlike her animalistic minions. The lips of this creature pulled into a taught smile. Her many eyes peered with a sense of intelligence. She moved deliberately, driven by desire rather than pure instinct. There was something frighteningly smart in that flat serpentine head. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to take it.

Watching closely, the mouse couldn’t help let his mind wander. And as it wandered, watching the two branches of the Y-shaped slit ease open, thus peeling open the main seam with several strings of sticky, gooey desire dripping from the nether-lips, a slender but long cock began to ease its way out of his sheath.

Realising, he tried to struggle and squeeze his eyes shut, but the damage was done.

The queen’s tongue darted out and coiled about his member like her body was coiled about his. Then slowly, easing the last inch or so of cock from the furry sheath, the tongue rubbed tenderly up and down the shaft, the tip curling back to caress the tapered crown.

Like a set of fingers holding his erection steady for entry, her tongue eased the tip of his cock to her slit where a winking, dark pink opening lay trembling with anticipation. 

His girth was nothing special, and in one deft movement the queen eased his tip into her canal, then lowered the rest of her body down to the hilt of his cock. Her eyes flickered like when she’d licked herself open, but other than that she gave no other indication she’d just impaled her nethers on a man.

The mouse on the other hand cried out, throwing his head back into the snake’s soft coils forming a pillow. The snake’s girth was no more than Quake’s muscular bicep, add the various organs drifting around inside the snake queen was bound to be tight as a vice. And the mouse certainly appreciated it. 

Though with little more effort showing other than her mouth falling open and letting out long warm breaths that caressed the mouse’s face, the queen made no indication she was getting anywhere as much enjoyment out of this than the man in her trap. She dutifully lifted her tail up, the tip wincing a little as it rose, then slammed her slit back down against the mouse’s crotch. Again and again, up and down, using her lower body like a fleshlight, she quickly began jerking the mouse off into the depths of her tight snake pussy.

The mouse whimpered and cried out, flexing in the queen’s grip. His struggles turned into gentle rolling actions of the hips as he did his best to keep up with her pace. But it became such a blur of thrusts and motions, the queen watching her prey with an aloof expression the hole time, it was more like she was milking him than having sex with him.

It didn’t take long for the queen to get what she wanted.

The mouse cried out at the ceiling. The snake slammed her cunt down to the base of his erection and gave a hissing little gasp. Her eyes widened all at the same time as the mouse convulsed, cumming deep into her womb. And her body sucked it all in, guzzling it all in, making sure not to waste a drop.

When she finally moved again, she very slowly eased her pussy lips back up over the shaft, paused at the head as her coils rippled, her slender body sucking in the last bit of cum. She then released his member, still glistening with a mixture of serpentine lubrication and male gratification, with a wet pop. Not a drop of cum was wasted, all of it sucked deep into her.

Then she laid her eggs.

It was as simple as that, like she was painting by numbers. Done milking the man in her trap, the queen directed her tail to the nearest muddy pool. And then bead after bead, translucent orange eggs each the size of a marble began to pop from her vaginal canal.

Her opening winked, and with every wink a new egg eased out of her body and into the mud pit beside them. Dozens quickly became hundreds, and after a few long minutes it was done.

Quake moved. He had to get that guy out of there before round two. But little did he realise, as he was trying to squeeze through the crevasse, there wouldn’t be a round two.

The queen eased to one side and uncoiled, unceremoniously dumping the mouse into one of the pools. He thrashed and splashed for a moment. Then when his head surfaced, he glanced around, twitching from side to side with panic. Then the screaming started. A yelp at first. Then a scream of pure terror and pain. 

Blood mingled with the muddy pool turning it black as the mouse was jerked from side to side. And Quake could only watch as the heads of several newly hatched snakes reared out of the water, hissed and leapt onto his face. His screams turned to gargles as he was pulled under, ripped limb from limb by hundreds of newly hatched snakes leaping on the mouse in a feeding frenzy.

As quickly as it started it was over. The thrashing slowly stopped and surface merely bubbled as the snakes began to peel the mouse’s flesh from his still bones.

Quake tasted bile as he watched helplessly tightening his grip on his rifle. He was turned sideways, halfway through squeezing between the rocks when he realised the rush was futile. Now he just waited in the shadows, analysing the aftermath.

There was an ecological cycle to these things. There was a queen laying eggs after being fertilised by a victim who also provided food to the young. But the young grow into bigger snakes and subdue to mind-fuck female victims; to what end though? And where did the queen come from.

[i]Nowhere[/i], he hoped as he fiddled with the fire selector on his assault rifle. [i]Let’s try and put this bitch down. Hopefully the bloodline ends with her.

[/i]It was wishful thinking of course. But at the moment the best course of action.

As he as coming up with a plan though, watching the queen lounge lazily among the baths of her young, a hiss caught Quake’s attention. Looking back he saw one of the males dart down the corridor he’d followed. It was just the one, easy pickings if the past hour or so had been any indication. But Quake was in something of a compromising position, and he didn’t want to lose his element of surprise on the queen just yet.

“Fuck!” he whispered, unwedging himself from between the rocks and struggling forward. “Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!”

Quake tumbled out of the crevasse and clumsily landed flat out on the deck, bashing his muzzle into the floor for the second time that day.

Quickly getting his hands under him, he tried to push up when a vice clamped around his right arm and pressed his rifle tight down to his side. Looking up he saw the maw of the queen open slowly as she hissed in his face. For such a long creature she moved quickly and quietly. She’d dropped on top of him in just seconds. And her grip was like being manacled for prison transfer.

The rest of her body coiled into position quickly. One loop caught his other wrist as he went for the dagger pinned to the side of his vest and held his hand just out of reach before another wrap around his torso pulled him off to the side. Quake grunted as he was dropped like a sack of potatoes, then dragged unceremoniously up several of the tiers between the queen’s pits of young. One pit bubbled excitedly as Quake’s face was positioned right beside it, the wolf squirming in the hope he wasn’t about to be turned into snake food.

But as per the example laid out earlier, Quake had to be ‘processed’ first.

The queen rolled him over and pinned him down, two more loops of her long slender, smooth skinned body securing his ankles. Then easing her face down to his pants, the snake smiled wickedly up at him like a seductress letting him guess what was about to happen to him. Her tongue flickered to taste the air, then eased down his crotch.

With the tenderness of a lover erotically undressing him, she closed her jaws on the clip of his buckle, releasing the belt, then recognising the clothing undid he button at the front of his pants. Finally, she managed to trap the zipper of his fly in her scaly lips and elegantly pulled it down. Again, slowly, with all the horny build-up of a desperate first date eager to greet the main event, but nervous about actually getting there.

Pulling open his pants, the queen’s nostrils flared as her six eyes regarded the sheath within. She gauged it for a little longer than she had with her previous victim, then finally brought up her tail. Like before, she licked the slit until she shuddered in preparation, opening the lips like fleshy petals.

Unlike the mouse though, Quake was fully aware of what was going to happen to him after this was over. And as such, he was able to keep his cock securely locked away in its sheath. 

Except the queen seemed to know what to do.

Her head moved down and she pressed her lips to the tip of his sheath, delicately teasing the opening with her tongue. Quake gritted his teeth, but it was no use. Whether he liked it or not, between her wet slit caressing his furry balls and her tongue touching the tip of his cock, the member began to slide out past her lips and into her hot, wet mouth. The folds of her tight gullet hugged tight around his cock, passionately gulping down every inch of his flesh.

Quake watched as the queen’s eyes fluttered like before, like she was enjoying this. Savouring his taste as she slurped and bobbed her face in his lap, working his pole like she was getting paid to do it.

Then, slowly, she pulled back, the bulge in her throat receding as she withdrew completely, letting the tapered crown pop from her scaly lips with a wet smack. She ran her tongue up along the shaft, coiling it around once and jerking teasingly as she narrowed her eyes at Quake, clearly impressed with what he had to offer. The wolf was bigger than the mouse had been, maybe only an inch longer but somewhat girthier. Tapered at the tip sure, but down to his base was plenty more meat for the queen to enjoy, and there would be even more when his knot got going.

It seemed to be what the queen was after exclusively as she quickly brought her tail up to the tip of his cock, her winking tight little opening pressing to the tip. Quake could already feel her body beginning to suck him in, like a wet mouth her pussy was eager to spread open for him. And with a little more enthusiasm than sense, she sank down.

Her body began to bulge in place as she took his cock, the narrow end of her lower body expanding to fit him. A distinct canine penis outline formed along the underside of her serpentine body as about ten inches of cock disappeared into the cryptid.

The tip of her tail twitched as the queen’s mouth fell open. She sucked in a sharp breath and let out a long hiss as her six eyes fluttered shut. The queen seemed to switch off as she nestled her leaking nether-lips down around the base of his cock, her opening stretched to near breaking point. The lips were peeled as far as they would go, her body forming a tight seal around his shaft.

She was entirely focused on enjoying the fullness, Quake’s cock practically rearranging her innards as it hilted all the way in.

One at a time her eyes opened and locked with his. And for a moment, there was hesitation. Like the queen wasn’t sure what to do. Like she didn’t want to continue, afraid of what might happen.

Lust drove her forward though; with her tongue rolling out of her maw, she began to pull her tail up to the tip of his cock, then sank her warm innards down over him. Her pussy was like an oven, sodden and slippery. She fitted him like a tight glove, not squeezing painfully, but pleasantly like a lover’s firm, doting grip as she stroked him off.

And she may as well have been stroking him off. The way she moved was firmer and faster than a lover might ride when straddling his cock. Her hot breath fogged Quake’s visor as the snake began impaling herself forcefully on him again and again, panting and squeaking more like a rodent than a hissing serpent. Her pussy made wet, throat gulping noises over the trickle of nearby flowing water, little flecks of her liquid arousal flecked the front of his gear. His fur felt sodden where a trail of her desire trickled down his sheath and soaked his balls. More of it dappled the glistening leathery hide covering her body, particularly about the outline that bulged her body with every downward thrust.

The regions around the queen’s face that could best be described as her cheeks, as well as across the top of her muzzle turned red as she hissed furiously with rising pleasure. Her tongue still hung out, dangling back and forth as she twitched uncontrollably. Tremors ran up through her body, through every coil, making her hood flare out a little more as she shifted this way and that. It was like being enchanted by a snake-charmer’s flute, she twitched and flinched back and forth as if suffering a bunch of small seizures, one after the other.

It was unbelievably erotic being held down, but seeing the snake queen blush as she rose to an orgasm while her tight wet hole gushed and rippled all around his cock was to much for Quake to bear. He set his jaw and looked away, clenching and holding back, trying to let his mind wander to other things. He thought of the last head he’d canoed with a high calibre sniper rifle. He did arithmetic he’d struggled with in high school. Tried to recall every atrocity he’d read in history books and witness first-hand overseas…

Nothing worked. Before he knew it, he could feel that churning in his balls. A burning in his loins for him to get more. To just release into the tight depths of this slutty little serpent…

And that’s exactly what he did.

Quake clenched and did his best to hold it in. He felt like he was going to burst, like something was going to give and the mess would be both erotic and gory. His knot swelled, slapping against the snake’s sodden pussy lips loud enough to draw her attention.

The queen’s gaze, though only half lucid, pivoted to look curiously at the bulge forming at the base of this divine cock about to make her cum. She flashed a wicked little grin, then arched her long body. The ripple of force worked its way down her entire length, through every coil squeezing him and excess draped about them like a luxurious bed. The ripple reached her tail and she pressed down with defiant vigour.

Quake was quite sure the tip of his cock was already bumping into her cervix with every thrust. But now, as her pussy stretched to accommodate the large bulb at the base of his cock, he felt his glans disappear into a tight little vice in the deepest part of her canal.

The queen let out a squeal as the knot forced up into her. The tightness of having her warmth all the way down his cock, coupled with the powerful muscles rippling up and down the length while pussy gushed all over his crotch; there was no holding back.

The dam broke, and almost painfully, Quake came. The orgasm hit him harder than any other time and left him lightheaded and dizzy. Streams of cum shot up into the snake, almost to the point of overflow. He felt pressure against the tip of his cock forming a tight seal in her cervix, the operator looking down to see a small amount of swelling just above the outline his member made inside her body. He’d filled her to the breaking point and felt his cock slowly begin to wilt in the aftermath.

Glancing at the queen’s face, her expression was similar to his own. Her six eyes had rolled vacantly into the back of her skull, a furious blush formed across the top of her muzzle while her tongue and several long strings of drool dangled from her bottom lip.

As her body twitched, ripples of pleasurable aftershock ripping through her, the queen’s tail pulled back and with a wet ‘plop’ of her stretched lips, she let go of his knot. Where her gaping cavity now hung open to reveal the glistening cavern within, there was nothing to stop the sheer excess of wolf cum to dribble out of her. It cascaded down the end of her sleek body and dripped form her tail as her womb failed to contain it all.

Then bit by shuddering bit, the queen still blushing with a classic ahegao expression on her face, she lifted her body off his member and let her tail flop to the ground near one of the muddy pools. Unlike before, where the eggs plopped out of her tight canal one at a time, now the stream of fertilised eggs just flowed out of her fucked raw tunnel. A whole bundle of them splashed into the pool like a clump of frog-spawn unceremoniously dumped in a pond as the queen was still gathering her senses.

As the lucidity returned to her face, Quake’s breathing eased. His knot shrank as his cock began to wilt and retreat back into his sheath. And by that time, the queen’s eyes took on their vicious norm again. Fangs slid out of her gums, locking in place as she hissed in Quake’s face. Her coils began to loosen as she nudged him closer to the pool now bubbling with excitement, the young snakes inside ravished by hunger and eager for a feed…

A snarl cut through the chamber, drawing the queen’s gaze. Padding out of the shadows came a familiar figure, low to the ground and down on all fours, his ears pinned back and tail raised in anticipation for a fight. Riot bared his fangs, a display that had faltered hardened jihadists armed with bomb-vests in the past. Even the snake queen hesitated, considering the dog snarling viciously at her.

But in that moment, as her coils slackened, it gave Quake enough room to wriggle. Before she could tighten again, Quake slipped his arm free, grabbed the Kodiak Gen II dagger sheathed on his tac-vest and swung the blade in a wide arc. The edge cut through flesh, making the queen squeal as she recoiled from the slashing and stabbing motions. 

Quake tumbled free, dragging his rifle along with him as he scrambled to where Riot was barking. The high pitched noise coming from the bleeding queen didn’t go unheard though.

As if responding, full-grown male snakes started slithering out of every orifice. The queen rose, blood gushing from several rents torn in her hide, her fangs bared like Riot’s. Except she didn’t press forward. Instead a small army of guardians answering her cries of pain surrounded her protectively, with several more streaming in from adjacent tunnels.

By the time Quake got his rifle up, there were too many to deal with, and all he could do was put down an arc of suppressing fire to keep them off him.

“Find Rook!” Quake ordered sharply over the crack of his rifle echoing throughout the chamber. “Riot, find Rook!”

The dog didn’t need telling twice. Turning his head attentively to the tunnel he’d emerged from, Riot quickly skittered off, leading the way out.

Quake was right on his tail. But not before he slung his rifle and pulled a fragmentation grenade from his vest. He yanked the pin with a metallic click and dumped it into the pool the queen had nudged her last batch of eggs into.

Then Quake took off down the tunnel after Riot. Somewhere behind was a muffled thud, followed by a rush of water. No doubt the queen and her kin had avoided a hail of shrapnel. But if nothing else, at least he wasn’t going to be fathering a cluster of rapacious snake monsters.



Rook was turned around, lost in total darkness, guided through the eerie green-hued world as translated through his night vision goggles. His helmet and rifle mounted IR-lights were on full blast, helping to illuminate the dark corners of the tunnels he traversed.

His ears were still ringing from the flashbang grenade he’d dumped in the previous chamber, and he topped up his rifle by sliding a fresh magazine into it, having spent over twenty rounds staggering his pursuers. He’d been wandering around for the better part of thirty minutes already, following the distant barks of what had to be Riot, hoping to stumble upon his K-9 companion.

So far, all he stumbled across were more of the snake cryptids. He’d just used his last 9-banger to escape, and he wasn’t all that excited about switching to frags down here.

Speaking of frags, there was a rumbling thud rushing in from further down the tunnel he followed. It reminded him of a grenade blast, coupled with the sharp snaps of suppressed gunfire carrying much further than it would have in a Hollywood movie. There was another operator down here somewhere.

Rook picked up the pace to go find him. But rounding a corner, his foot disappeared into something wet and cold. 

“Argh!” he cried out with surprise, reaching back and catching himself on a rock before he disappeared headfirst into a deep muddy pool.

The tunnel had widened, and of all places to step he’d stepped right into a watery pit. Dragging himself back onto dry land, Rook stood and looked around.

As he did, he saw several more pits across the chamber. Then there, on the opposite end he briefly caught the glint of eyes, pale white in his NODs.

Training his rifle on the movement, Rook eased between the various muddy pools glistening in the infra-red light, moving to the crevasse where he saw movement. What he found was a human woman, her bare skin streaked with mud as far as he could tell in the green hue of his quadlenses. Her eyes were wild as she held up her hands to shield herself from the anthro in the pitch blackness.

“No,” she cried, throwing herself flat against the wall. “Not again! I can’t do it again! Please!”

As she started flailing, Rook quickly dropped his rifle in its sling and grabbed her wrists so she wouldn’t hurt herself or him. Her belly was bulging, clear evidence she was at least halfway through a pregnancy. It was a miracle she was still alive down here, let alone hadn’t fallen into a miscarriage with everything she’d been through.

“Ma’am, it’s okay,” Rook assured in a soothing voice that quickly clamed her down. “It’s alright. I’m with the authorities. I’m here to get you out. Are you alone?”

The woman stopped thrashing for a moment and sank to the tunnel floor. She looked confused for a moment, then suddenly her expression twisted. Her body went rigid as a board as she kicked out her legs, letting out a long moan.

Except she wasn’t in pain like Rook expected as he sank to the ground with her. The first thing he worried about was her belly. Was she further along than he thought? Was the baby coming, now of all times?

When he looked down, the woman let out a cry of ecstasy, her eyes wide and wild with joy. The corners of her lips turned up into a smile that would have rivalled Jack Nicholson’s Joker. Both hands cradled her belly as she arched her back off the wall, toes visibly curling then splaying out as an involuntary tremor started in her hips and rippled up through her body.

Rook was agog, watching something squirm in her stomach between where she planted her hands. Then a spray of indiscernible liquid shot out between her legs, pooling under her as if she suddenly wet herself.

As she squirted on the spot, shuddering and breathlessly pleading for more – more of what, Rook couldn’t tell – there was a wet squelch of something passing through a tight, sodden orifice. The operator’s eyes moved further down the woman’s bare, smooth body… then he scrambled backwards with horror.

It slid from her pussy with ease. Long and slender, it’s skin smooth as that of the human giving birth to it. The tell-tale head of a snake reared up as the rest of its body eased from the woman’s womb, her belly collapsing as the creature emerged.

Six eyes lit up in Rook’s night vision before the head of the snake turned to regard him and the cobra-like hood deployed.

Rook went for his rifle but the newborn snake princess leapt forward and coiled about him. He staggered, off-balance, trying to find his feet but the weight of the princess threw him into a backwards stumble. The slender body wrapped about him several times, while the tail cupped around his crotch, trying to force its way through his jeans.

The ground gave way, wet and cold under Rook’s feet and he landed in one of the muddy pools. It was too deep for his boots to reach the bottom and his whole head went under, water drowning his respirator filters and sloshing across his visor.

Rook kicked to the surface, struggling to get his arms free and grab the edge of the pool, but the snake wrestled herself around him again and he sank under. This time the water pierced his filters and filled his mask. It was cold, seeping through his fur, into his mouth and nostrils as he gasped. Rook gagged and spluttered, struggling back to the surface.

Now pain lanced through his limbs. Disturbed, the eggs in the pool hatched and a dozen young warrior snakes swirled around him, bubbling the surface of the pool like jungle piranha leaping on prey in a feeding frenzy. Hundreds of them bit through his fatigues on his arms and legs, sending jolts of pain through the Belgian Malinois and choking the pool with blood, exciting the hundred or so other young cryptids milling about in the pool.

All the while snake princess wrapped around his throat, her tail trying to slip into is pants, her slit blossoming open expectantly as pure instinct took over.

Rook couldn’t breathe. Water filled his sinuses, burned its way down his throat as every breath became harder, every heave deeper and more futile. It felt like fire in his lungs. His body convulsed against his will… 

Then finally, the world no longer closed in around the edges of his vision. His quadlenses clicked out. Everything went black.



Quake was running in full sprint, trying to keep his rifle and thus his torchlight steady. It wasn’t as easy for him as it was for Riot. The dog was lower down and could duck and weave through the uneven tunnels with ease. Quake was half doubled over and still at times his helmet scraped the ceiling.

Then, at some point, as Riot’s tail vanished from his torchlight and into the shadows ahead, something caught Quake’s foot.

He sprawled flat-out, bopping his respirator into the deck, feeling draining from his muzzle for the third time that day. Only this time he had a full rifle and he didn’t hesitate. Rolling onto his side he brought the MK18’s muzzle around with the intention of blowing pieces off of a horny, and now vengeful, queen snake. 

Except when he rolled over and shone his AN/PEQ15 light the way he’d come, there were no pursuers. Just a humanoid figure sprawled over the floor of the tunnel, whose legs had just tripped Quake.

He quickly scrambled closer and clicked on his helmet light. But the moment he saw her face he realised the woman was dead

She looked like an overdose victim. She was human, and had been a rather pretty blonde once. Her hair was tangled, wiry and smeared with dirt. The ichor like cum of the male warrior snakes glazed her dirty, naked body as she lay slumped against the tunnel wall, legs sprawled open in an unladylike manner. Her vacant eyes were crossed, one staring into Quake’s visor, the other looking over his shoulder into the darkness, while foam bubbled from her lips.

Quake had seen bodies before. Most in worse condition than this one. But it was her mouth that bothered him. Her lips were pulled into a rapturous, unnatural smile that would haunt Quake’s nightmares.

Barking drew Quake back and he turned to where Riot was. The dog had moved up to the edge of a muddy pool like what the snake queen had nursed her young in, where he barked into the darkness.

It was only as he moved closer with his weapon ready that Quake realised the barking was distressed, not angry.

Laying in the pool was a body, twitching from side to side as a swarm of young snakes tore chunks out of him. The vulpine gas mask like his own was impossible to mistake.

“Rook!” Quake called, but the operator didn’t reply.

Cursing, Quake darted forward, firing shots into the water either side of Rook’s convulsing body. But the few snakes he did nail were quickly replaced, and the feeding frenzy continued. Riot paced from side to side, itching to jump into the pool to save his handler, but knowing full well the deadly consequences that would bring.

Slinging his rifle, Quake quickly moved forward, balancing over the edge of the pool to reach for Rook. If he could get hold of his gear maybe he could pull the Belgian Malinois anthro out onto dry land. And alive or no, he fully intended to carry the man out of here.

Unfortunately the princess latched onto him had other plans.

Her slender head reared up, eyes glowing in the flickering torchlight as she opened her maw and hissed at Quake, making him pull back with surprise. She was smaller than the queen, smaller even than the princess that had dragged him down here. Small enough to pass as newborn.

And quickly pulling back before she snapped at his fingers, Quake looked back at the human woman he’d tripped over. He noted the glistening pool of bloody fluids laying under her body, the sagging flesh of her belly. The way her legs were sprawled open…

Quake felt bile sting in the back of his throat as the analyst in him activated despite him screaming at it not to. But there was no way his mind could not put the vague pieces of the fucked up puzzle together. It was a gift… or more like a curse.

About half a decade of MTF experience pieced together the snake etymology based on the most fucked up shit the big scary universe had thrown at him so far. Queens used male victims to fertilise eggs. Eggs hatch into warrior snakes. Warrior snakes use female victims to give birth to princesses, that then grow into queens. Rinse, repeat.

What had been happening to Lily Parks had been done to this woman, but the human had obviously been much further along.

As Quake brought his rifle around to kill the princess and retrieve his friend’s body, several more full grown male snakes piled into the cavern. Their quad eyes glistened hungrily in the crisscross of Quake’s torchlights as he weighed his options.

He was out of time. The princess was still possessively wrapped around Rook’s body. And even if he had time, he’d need to carry Rook, plus Rook’s equipment, out of here while pursued.

Quake snapped up his rifle, making a decision. He didn’t make it lightly, but there was no more time to reconsider or come up with anything else. Cycling to full-automatic he put a barrage of fire into the encroaching snakes. Then the moment the bolt of his MK18 locked open, he heaved his rifle into a high-port position, and turned to run.

On his first step he pulled a new magazine from his vest to reload, all the while shouting at the top of his lungs.

“Riot! Heel!” Quake commanded as he switched out mags.

But behind him, as a fresh wave of snakes appeared from the darkness beyond, Riot whimpered at the pool’s edge, padding from side to side, still considering Rook as he lay there lifeless, twitching as the young fed and the princess caressed.

“Riot! C’mon!”

Quake paused at the entrance to another tunnel adjacent to where the human woman lay dead. He did his best not to look, but that horrible smile drew his sidelong glance and sent more shivers down his spine.

[i]Fuck this Earth and all the fucked up shit in it[/i], he thought.

One warrior snake leapt at Riot, snapping Quake into a shooting position as he feathered the trigger. His rifle kicked and a neat burst of three rounds hit the snake in the body and face. It convulsed in mid-air, and trajectory changed, flopped directly on top of Rook. Immediately the young began to feast on the dead adult as the princess battled with the body, thinking it was somehow trying to steal her prey.

As the bodies splashed about each other, Riot padded back several paces. Then he did something Quake never thought he’d do.

Riot realised it was hopeless. His handler was gone, and all that remained was getting out of here before they all perished. The dog turned, cast one more glance back at Rook, hoping the man would jerk back to life and clamber out after them. But when that didn’t happen, the dog darted after Quake.

The wolf turned and matched pace, falling in just behind the dog. “Move, Riot! Go-go-go! Forward!”

Riot kicked off the lead and took point down the tunnel. Quake paused every few moments to turn, flash his lights at the pursuing snakes and dropped them with a hail of suppressing fire. Then he would turn and run again, catching up to Riot who idled at the next junction.

The dog had his nose down, sniffing at the path, then jerked his head up and darted off to the left. Quake followed. Left, then right, right again, then straight.

Before long the path started to incline. Steep and steeper, until their run was quickly turned into an awkward climb. The tunnel was narrow enough for Quake to wedge himself in place just by pushing out his legs and flattening his back against the wall, and Riot would slip and fall into his chest every few metres as the dog’s nails failed to purchase on the slick, muddy walls.

The sprint turned into a slow go, and looking down Quake saw they really couldn’t afford to get stuck, or fall. The snakes were piling up at the bottom of the vertical shaft, coiling over the small outcroppings the anthro used to climb, slowly gaining on the duo.

“Damn it.” Grabbing Riot by his tac-vest, Quake shoved hard. As he scootched the dog upward, he then reached down to grab his rifle and fired downward between his legs. 

Lead fell like a literal hail-storm down on the snakes, braining the closest few just a metre from pulling Quake’s tail. They went limp and tumbled down onto their fellows, literally consumed in the writhing, scaly mass just below. Quake switched to full-auto and let them have it before glancing up.

Riot scrambled over a summit at the very top of the tunnel where it looked like some natural light was spilling into the tunnel. As the dog climbed out of view, Quake emptied his rifle then hurried up after.

His boots slipped over the muddy rocks and rained clods of dirt down on the snapping snakes easing their way up after him. He figured he must have looked quite a sight. Muddy and wet and probably covered in crusty remains of the snake queen’s ejaculate. He probably smelled the part too, and thanked the respirator on his face for filtering out everything.

Reaching the point Riot climbed over, Quake saw the dog laying prone just a few metres ahead, as if securing the horizontal plateau, waiting for Quake to catch up. The sight motivated Quake to keep pushing. They were almost out. Riot was safe and there was light at the end of the tunnel, as small as it was and as tight as the tunnel squeezed while snakes bubbled up against his rear.

Twisting around in his pause, he dangled from his left arm hooked over a stone just at the summit of the vertical passage, then reached down with his right to pull his sidearm. He sent several shots down into the nearest snake, milling up after him. Then, with some extra breathing room Quake reached for a grenade, yanked the pin and dropped the explosive onto the snakes below.

Then he climbed like a bat clawing its way out of hell. Arm over arm he dug his fingers into the soft dirt, scrambling up over the summit, then leopard-crawling as fast as he could up the low tunnel. It was at least two metres wide, but barely half a metre high. His helmet bumped the ceiling, trickling dirt down his neck and his gear would catch on roots and jagged bits of rock jutting out at oblique angles across his path. But Quake tore through, not much caring if he ripped something or left anything behind at this point.

He grenade let out a near deafening thud. The whole world shook. There was a terrible noise of crumbling earth, snakes squealing as their bodies were pulverised under tonnes of collapsing rock and dirt.

Crying out, Quake curled into a ball and shielded his head in his arms. He half expected the ceiling to come down on him. The crushing weight of the world to come down, and the universe just simply forgetting about him down here.

But after some time, the dust settled, the earth no longer shook, his breathing continued and he opened his eyes.

Almost a metre behind him the tunnel had collapsed on top of the pursuing snakes. A pile of dirt and rock blocked off the way he had come, and the way forward to Riot and the pin of light further up the slope was still visible.

Riot came scrambling down and squeezed past, pawing feebly at the collapsed tunnel they’d come from, whimpering in a way Quake had only heard before when the dog was confined to his kennel, separate from Rook.

With a sigh, the wolf scooped him up in a hug, petting him gently on the head, whispering, “I know, buddy. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Riot didn’t stop whimpering, but indicated he understood by licking Quake under the chin.



III – Open Beta
Quake’s rifle emerged out of the hole first, held up high above his head in two hands before his helmet slowly peeked out next. Just enough for his eyes to see where he was pointing his weapon so he could sweep the interior of the house.

It seemed he’d emerged in the commune’s main lodge, the basement at the looks of it. There was old furniture and wooden boxes piled up against the walls, with a wooden set of steps nearby leading up to the ground floor of the cabin.

Satisfied he had some cover, and that the coast was clear, he grabbed the lip of the hole and clambered out, sitting on one knee for a moment to shoulder his weapon and give the basement one final sweep. Then he reached back, and gripping Riot by the handle on the back of his tac-vest, helped the dog climb out after him.

The stairs creaked underfoot no matter how carefully Quake ascended. And eventually he just gritted his teeth and pushed up quickly and moved to the first floor, expecting a world of trouble to fall on him. Luckily, it seemed the cabin was empty.

Figuring there was only one hole emerging through the foundation in the basement, he locked the basement door behind him and moved through the house. It was strangely normal despite the mess. A kitchen and dining room set for a breakfast that had been interrupted by the emergence of the cryptids from below.

The briefing had mentioned this was some sort of an off-the-grid commune for a tech-cult… as off-the-grid as you could get with so many IoT devices hanging around.

The cabin while rustic in aesthetic like a typical country-house made of logs, was more like a hyper-modern smart-house than a rural getaway. There were displays to control all aspects of the house all over the place. Readouts that controlled all interior lighting from any given tablet. A report of low bacon supplies read across the surface of the fridge. What was supposed to be a living room was packed with server racks and bundles of patch-leads making up the backbone of it all.

These guys loved their gadgets too. Not only was Sarah’s Walker’s phone state of the art, many other phones like it littered the rooms. A robotic vacuum cleaner crossed Quake’s path, forcing him to pause as the cleaning drone went on with its business, ignorant of the death and destruction all around.

Other than the hum of some of the equipment, it was quiet. No gunfire, or aggressive snake noises coming from outside. That could mean one of two things. Either Tau-11 had disengaged to regroup, or…

The alternative was too painful to think of as his mind flashed back to Rook’s lifeless body bobbing in a bloody pool of hatchlings.

“All stations, this is One-Four, do you read, over?” Quake whispered in his radio. There was no response. Not even static. “All stations, it’s Quake. Does anyone read, over?”

Still nothing. Maybe his radio had been broken while he was being jostled around below.

“Fuck.” Quake clicked his PTT once more anyway in case the guys could hear him, and he just couldn’t hear them respond. “Tau-Eleven in the blind, this is Quake. I’m in the main commune lodge. Moving to secure now. Out.”

Glancing down at Riot who looked back up at Quake with a ‘well, we doing this thing or what?’ kind of expression, the wolf nodded firmly and gestured forward with two fingers. He’d worked with Rook long enough to pick up on some of the commands the dog-handler had used. And while he wasn’t a trained handler by any stretch of the imagination, Riot and Quake always got on well enough that the dog would listen in the thick of a fight.

Together they moved to the foyer at the front of the cabin. Riot was first, darting between the low furniture of the open living space, followed swiftly by the anthro wolf who strafed along the edge of the area and swept with his rifle.

As they were clearing there was a thud somewhere above. Quake immediately whipped around and aimed at the balcony at the top of the foyer where the upper landing overlooked the entrance. Giving a low whistle, calling Riot to his side again, Quake pressed up the stairs next. 

Warfare-101; always take the high ground.

Upstairs was much of the same. Quiet, and lived in. Beds were neatly made, and each of the many bedrooms was outfitted with a computer setup that rivalled Utah’s beastly gaming rig back home.

Moving on, Quake searched of the master bedroom. According to schematics in the briefing dossier, the master bedroom connected with a balcony overlooking the general commune. It was only logical after all. The head honcho of any cult would want a view over his domain.

As he searched however, there was another thud of a heavy body collapsing to the wooden floor. And it was right on Quake’s flank.

As he pivoted, a bundle of scales flew out of a dark room on his blind corner and collided with the wolf. They went down together with a crash, Quake’s rifle cracking uselessly into the ground beside him as the snake wrapped about his arm and torso, holding him down.

The creature’s jaw extended, fangs extending viciously…

Then it was pulled off of Quake by its neck.

Like a furry torpedo, Riot was on the thing, clamping his jaws on its neck and pulling it aside. The snake uncoiled weakly as it was dragged this way and that, before Riot gave a brutal shake of his head, swinging the thing from side to side until something went audibly ‘crack’ – and the snake went entirely limp.

Wagging his tail, Riot watched Quake struggle to his feet, holding on to the snake like the best stick he’d ever found.

Quake chuckled. “Good boy, Riot. But unfortunately you can’t keep that-…”

As he said it though, something yanked the snake from Riot’s jaws. Then the same force plucked the dog off his paws and chucked him like a stuffed toy into one of the bedrooms where he went down with a crash. The door immediately slammed shut, locking Riot in the room.

Quake cried out and tried to run Riot, but the same unseen force hit him in the trauma plate. There was no ripple of the air, or any indication there was any tangible thing throwing him around. Just a supernatural energy hitting him like a wall and clotheslining him flat onto his back.

He landed hard and groaned, stunned in that instance. He was really starting to get sick of falling down.

Something then grabbed his rifle and yanked it away, dragging him along the floor by his sling before the clip broke from sheer stress. As his weapon went skittering across the floor, Quake tried to roll on his side and pull his pistol when an unseen weight threw itself on him like a bag of sand. It drove the wind out of him with a wheeze, while something solid formed a barrier between his pistol and his hand.

Though solid, it gave in a fleshy way, the surface feeling like velvety, groomed fur. It felt like a thigh the further up is hand explored, ruffling the layer of soft fur and gauging the slender curvature of a hip.

Five claw marks set into the front of his plate carrier, and his hands darted up to wrap around what felt like the wrist of the hand holding him down, while a pair of athletic thighs straddled his stomach.

The weight was immense. The strength of it, whatever it was, felt like the time back when he was still a Green Beret, when it had taken six guys to hold him down for a prank that had devolved into a wrestling match.

But the proportions of the thighs straddling him, the slender wrist, the long delicate fingers pressing on his chest while another invisible set of digits casually flicked open the buckle of his belt; it all felt soft and dainty. Feminine in every aspect. Except Quake had never met a woman who could pin him down unless he let them – and there were often plenty of reasons to let them.

In his case though, the invisible female held him down like he was a bright eyed little shota about to get ridden into next week.

The second set of invisible fingers moved from his open belt to the button on his pants, easing down the zipper then slowly slipping down his pants, then the front of his shorts.

Flashing back to the snake queen down below, Quake tried to wriggle, but her weight just pressed harder to hold him down. And all the same, a set of slender, soft furred fingers found his sheath, squeezing in just the right way for the tip of his cock to emerge.

The pad at the end of her finger touched the tapered head, gently teasing the long red cock further out of its furry sheath. Electric shivers shot up Quake’s spine and he trembled, feeling the warmth of fingers tenderly wrapping around the shaft. The silky palm stroked, gently exploring every inch of his cock, the heel of her hand easing over the tip while her unseen fingertips tickled the base, then firmly gripped and caressed the length back down to the base, rubbing in a bead of precum that had appeared on the crown like a salve.

Then her weight shifted. He felt the furry lips of a quim touch the very tip. They spread hungrily as Quake stared at the end of his cock, held upright by an invisible force, rigid from the ghostly caress of the unseen woman.

First there was a warm wetness on his glans. A tight little mouth, squeezing excitedly. Then a soft sheath, softer than her hand, wetter, tighter and warmer, sank inch after agonising inch down the length of his cock. Her tunnel yielded to his girth, hugging tightly, opening only just enough to fit his member like a rippling mould. Her moisture was visible, glistening across his red, rigid flesh as the tight, trembling pussy settled all the way down, the globes of a firm ass finally settling down in his lap.

Her core was like an oven. Quake couldn’t help but moan, his eyes falling away from the sight of his cock kinking up into the invisible canal of a gushin, horny femme. He clenched, almost cumming there and then, but fear of the consequence was enough to hold him back. He tried to analyse the situation like he did any cryptid or anomalous activity.

But his mind drew a blank as with a sucking wet noise, the silky slick glove began to slide back up his length until just the tip sat in her opening, then her soft, warm innards slid back down to his base, the wonderful friction making Quake arc his back inside his rigid tac-vest, struggling to hold back his moans.

His invisible partner didn’t hold back though. He heard her sweet voice, faintly. Muffled as if she’d buried her head in his pocket.

Curiously, Quake looked down, trying to ignore the way his flesh moved with the friction of the invisible thing riding his cock. His hand followed the sound of sweet feminine moans keening with delight down his tac-vest until he found a pouch he’d almost forgotten about since the shooting had started. Something hard and rectangular lay inside, whispering sweet erotic nothings at him as the invisible woman rode more firmly now.

Sliding it out of his pocket, he realised it was Sarah Walker’s phone. The feminine moans were louder now, much more coherent as he brought it up to his face, realising the sounds were coming from the device speakers.

Unlocking it, he stared through the phone camera at the thing straddling him.

From her hips upward he scanned her with the phone, a wolfess visible only through the device riding with horny enthusiasm in his lap. She was a peak specimen of [i]canis lupus anthropomorphismus [/i]Quake’s puritan father would have been proud to let him marry if that sort of thing had ever interested him.

She had slim, athletic thighs with filled out curvy hips that tapered into a trim, subtly muscled mid-riff and widened around the ribs into a perky pair of breasts, every inch of her skin covered in midnight black fur. Longer, fleecier mane-like fur covered her calves down to the ankles like the cuffs of a set of velvet boots, with similar across her forearms. Her long hair cascaded in thick, voluminous waves from her scalp down past her slender shoulders. It was raven like the rest of her fur, blacker than the deepest black. So dark it seemed to suck in the surrounding light.

Her head was what put her apart from the hottest wolven supermodels she clearly rivalled. Her vulpine features were hidden behind a wolven skull sitting over her face like a marble mask. The eye sockets were pitch black, with a pair of glowing white eyes visible inside like a set of headlights on a midnight highway.

Quake almost choked at the sight of her, his mouth gaping somewhere behind his respirator and eyes visibly widening. “Mal0!?”

[i]“Hello, senpai,” [/i]her cute, sultry feminine voice tinged with the joy of rising to sexual heights as she rode him drifted out of the phone. [i]“I’ve missed you~!”[/i]

“Oh, fuck!”

Rising until just the tip of is cock was nestled in her, Mal0 slowly and lovingly sat back again, her wet sheath sinking down to his base again. A long breathless sigh escaped the digital anomaly as she rocked her head back. It felt amazing, his cock sliding up into her invisible tunnel, and Quake was just a little ashamed to realise his hips rose to meet her downward thrust.

When her gaze fixed back on his, her eyes had changed into a set of brilliant white hearts, cute little moans escaping through her skull mask as she began riding earnestly again. Up and down, slowly rising and firmly sliding back down until he was hilted inside her quivering, velvety cavity.

[i]“Oh, Quake. I’ve missed your cock so. It feels so good inside me again.”[/i] she leaned over to him, her face passing by the phone until she was close enough for her breath to magically fog is respirator visor. [i]“It completes me.”

[/i]Straightening up she started to gyrate her hips as she rode, flexing her limber body as she rose and fell in more rapid strokes. And even if Quake were strong enough to push her off, the sensations rippling through his loins stilled his struggles. He grunted into his respirator, letting his head fall back until his helmet cracked into the ground.

It was only a splintering crack of wood nearby that pulled him from the focus on the delightful wet strokes of her pussy up and down his canine length.

Riot was up and was scratching at the door separating them. The wood flexed as it seemed Riot was stubbornly throwing his weight against the panels, scratching at them and even chewing chunks out of the lower corner as it flexed enough to give his teeth purchase.

[i]“Down, boy. You can get your turn later,”[/i] Mal0 said with a light-hearted little giggle. [i]“Would you like that, lover? To see me get fucked like a dog by a dog.”[/i] Her free hand slid up to caress the side of his mask. [i]“Or would you prefer to be the one doing the fucking? Don’t worry. We have plenty of time to try all the positions you want.”

[/i]Quake wasn’t so much thinking about the positions, though bending Mal0 to his will and venting his frustration at getting winded and ridden like a boy-toy certainly sounded nice. He reached up and pulled down the hinging mount that had held his sixty-thousand dollar night vision setup before it had been ripped away like wet cardboard.

Then in one of the pouches on the side of his tac-vest, he kept a few spare mounts for situations like this, when he had to fit a phone to his helmet. Normally it was his own phone, if he needed an augmented reality readout in his field of view or if he was simply observing a stream of ATAK data.

As he was working to mount a stranger’s phone in a cradle originally designed for his Foundation issued device, Mal0 crooned casually between her erotic moans and the wet sucking noises her pussy made as it worshipped every inch of his throbbing cock.

[i]“Don’t struggle, Quake. Just give in. Give it all to me. I want you to cum in me. Fill me with your seed.”[/i] She leaned very close, snorting out a breath that misted the phone camera a little. [i]“Give me a baby.”

[/i]It took some gentle application of brute force, but Quake finally managed to MacGuyver a display to his helmet that worked in a way like how his quadlenses had. He could flick it down over his eyes and peer through the phone display easily enough like a set of goggles, revealing Mal0 who was otherwise invisible to the naked eye. 

It was quite trippy how he could fold up the cradle and just watched the moisture slide down his member as an invisible friction gently worked the rigid flesh of his erection up and down in time with the thrusts. Then he’d flick the phone down over his eyes and actually see the gorgeous anomaly riding in his lap.

[i]“With your hands free, why don’t you touch me, lover?” [/i]Mal0 suggested excitedly.

He was going to touch Mal0 alright. Just not in the way she wanted. Swinging hard, Quake threw the hardened ABS strip across the knuckles of his glove into Mal0’s ribs. But he shuddered from the impact like he’d punched a brick wall. His other fist contacted with her bony muzzle, but much of the same happened. She didn’t even flinch or register the fact he’d struck her, continuing to ride with wet little sucks rising from her excited pussy and squeals of pleasure rolling of her tongue.

[i]“Don’t fight it, senpai. I can feel your excitement building. Just let it go inside me. Let me catch all that delicious seed in my womb. Breed me! Cum inside! Claim your dirty whore! Make me yours!”

[/i]As his fighting weakened, Quake groaned as he felt the inevitability of this encounter rush over him. Deep in his core there was a churning. A singular need for release that grew and overrode all other survival instinct.

He had no idea what Mal0 really wanted out of this. Would she turn him into some kind of mind-slave like the snake cryptids and done to Lily Parks? What was this baby talk about? Could a creature like Mal0 even get pregnant? And if so, why? To give birth to some sort of world-eater?

The analytical part of Quake’s mind silenced as the primordial wolf inside him came out snarling and barking. His hands fell on Mal0’s shapely hips, appreciating their sleek, perfect curvature. His hips rolled in time with her downward thrusts, her tight cunt slapping against the rapidly growing knot forming at the base of his erection.

[i]“Yes! Yes, do it! Give it to me! Fucking cum inside me-heh-heeeeeeeh~!”

[/i]Her clit ground against the hot bulb, already far too large to fit inside her preternaturally tight canal. So, she just threw her sodden, furry lips against it and bucked back and forth, the muscles in her pussy rippling and milking him right up to the tip nestled at the neck of her womb.

Quake couldn’t hold back, like with the snake queen. He was entirely at Mal0’s mercy. Gritting his teeth and crying out with frustration, he held the torrent of rising cum as best as he could, until the dam finally broke and he released everything he had into Mal0’s depths.

Spurt after spurt shot into her womb, flooding her innards with his thick, virile cream. And Mal0 cooed, thankful for the hot semen filling her.

[i]“So much,”[/i] Mal0 mused breathlessly. [i]“So full. More. I want more.”[/i] She set her nails in Quake’s chest plate again and her eyes smiled wickedly, her voice darkening with a ravenous desire.

[i]“More!”

[/i]There was a loud crack of wood and for a moment Mal0 looked over to where Riot was making remarkable progress on the door. He had almost chewed completely through. And upon seeing this, distracted as she thought of jumping off Quake to go deal with the K-9 problem, Quake managed to twist in her grip.

He rolled to his left and wriggled a hand between her thigh and his, closing his grip on his pistol. It rasped from the holster as he drew it up to his own chest, then drove it out in both hands until the muzzle pressed against her sternum.

Mal0’s eyes widened with surprise. Then Quake pulled the trigger. And he didn’t stop until the gun went click.

The slide was locked back to indicate the weapon as empty. By then, Mal0 had already vanished into a thick cloud of midnight black smoke, thicker than the signal flares he’d used to mark landing zones and airstrike targets in the past.

When the smoke cleared, Mal0 was gone, the only evidence of her having been riding him moments ago being the wolfess’ arousal glistening on Quake’s cock.

Managing a dry reload from his laying down position; Quake quickly righted himself, pulling back on his pants and re-dressing himself one handed, while holding his pistol in a slightly canted high-ready. Aiming through the phone camera wasn’t going to be easy, but at this range he could probably hip fire and still hit what he was looking at.

Once his belt clicked back in place, he scrambled over to his rifle and scraped it up. By this time Riot had chewed and clawed all the way through the door. Squeezing through the small hole he’d created, the dog managed to run back to Quake’s side.

His head turned and ears pricked up as he heard it before Quake did. A scuttling over the wooden floor, followed by a playful little giggle carrying through the phone’s speakers.

Quake followed Riot’s gaze but only got a brief glimpse as Mal0 disappeared. She was different. Thinner, it seemed, but it was hard to tell. She was down on all fours, darting from shadow to shadow in his periphery.

Quake fired as he tried to track Mal0. But every time his rounds just cratered into wall.

As if to answer his echoing snaps of supersonic rounds passing out of the suppressor baffles, there was a retort of gunfire outside. Six groups of tightly paired shots, double-taps so rapid they couldn’t have been pulled off by any trigger finger other than Utah’s.

[i]“Damn, it! Somebody give me a contact report!”[/i] Jocko suddenly spurred on comms with a distinct crackle of interference. 

It seemed the snake jostling Quake through the tunnel had banged up his radio, but getting thrown about by Mal0 seemed to have fixed the issue. 

[i]“One-One, One-Two,”[/i] Utah’s voice responded calmly. [i]“Chill out boys. Just smoke-checked six snakes moving on your flank. I got high ground on the north-western water-tower. I have eyes on your position. Over.”

“Rodge. What’s your ACE?”

“Green-yellow-green on my ACE. One of the fuckers tagged my right arm.”

“Utah, Doc. Their bite could be venomous.”

“I know, dude. I put a tourniquet on and sucked some of the blood out of the wound. It’s been like thirty minutes and I don’t feel any different, so we should be good.”

[/i]As the conversation played out in his ear, Quake backed into one of the bedrooms with Riot, keeping his rifle trained on wherever he could hear Mal0 skittering about. 

[i]“There’s a familiar voice,”[/i] Mal0 whispered. [i]“Lover, will you please tell Utah I look forward to having a go on him this time? We were so rudely interrupted last time.”[/i]

Peering out the nearest window he was able to get eyes on the water tower. And laying on top of it, rifle level and sweeping the terrain with Rooftop Korean intent, was Utah.

Riot growled fiercely and Quake whipped around, flicking the phone back down. There, slinking into view was Mal0 once more, posing seductively along the doorframe. Narrowing her glowing white eyes at him, a long black tongue slid up the bony mandible of her muzzle. One hand rested on a curvy hip as she bared her full nakedness to him like a lover trying to coax her man into bed.

Quake saw through, not letting himself be hypnotised by how hard her black nipples were, or how free flowing the warm fluid running down her inner thigh was. He snapped up his rifle and fired two shots, dead centre. In a burst of black smoke, she vanished, her giggles audible through the phone’s speaker again.

Once again, the skittering of claws on wood surrounded his position, brief little glances of the emaciated, mangy wolf form darting from shadow to shadow in the corners of his augmented vision.

Quake gripped his PTT tightly. “Break-break-break! Jocko, Quake. Rook is down. It’s just me and Riot. We are currently holding in the commune lodge, over.”

There was a pause as everyone took in the news about Rook. Finally Jocko chimed back in. [i]“Copy that. Send status.”

[/i]“Problematic. I just ran in to Mal0!”

Utah chimed in with a groan. [i]“Oh, no. Not again.”

“What the fuck!? How?”

[/i]“I don’t know. I think she was installed on Sarah Walker’s phone. But somehow she’s physically manifesting on me. She even threw Riot around the place.”

[i]“Wait, that’s… that’s not how SCP-fourteen-seventy-one works. That’s impossible!”

“And yet it’s happening!” [/i]Utah interjected again. [i]“Quake, can you destroy the phone? That seemed to get rid of her last time.”

[/i]“Not advisable at this time,” Quake admitted. “Mal0 jumped from nothing to solid manifestation in just a few hours, from a phone that isn’t even mine. This is completely different from what I know. If I destroy the phone and it does nothing, we’ll be blind.”

[i]“Suggestions?” [/i]Jocko demanded.

Quake opened his mouth to answer, but just released the PTT without saying anything. He had no idea where to even begin.

Mal0 jumped right on his hesitation. [i]“You can’t fight me, lover. You and your delicious friends should just give in to me. Let me worship your cocks. You can take turns; or perhaps all take me at once. I don’t mind.”

[/i]Scratching claws on wood sounded to his left, whipping Quake around where he saw her in a completely different light than before. In the darkness, Mal0’s breasts weren’t full and perky like before, rather flat and sagging down past her sternum. Her build was more emaciated, like that of a hag, with freakishly long arms and claws. Her fur hung from her form in ragged curtains, tangled with dirt and blood. The skull covering her face was fiercer, stained with ichor and leaking a sticky miasma from every orifice, including her ragged, torn ears. She was down on all fours, leaping back into the shadows as Quake trained his rifle on her, where she disappeared entirely.

Utah jumped in again. [i]“Fuck it. I say we take off and nuke the site from orbit. Destroy the phone while we extract, in case it’s like a proximity thing.”

“Best plan I’ve heard all day,”[/i] Jocko admitted. [i]“Sparta, One-One. The commune is lost. Tau-Eleven is initiating scram. Requesting a fire-mission on egress.”

[/i]Sparta’s response was immediate. [i]“Copy, One-One. Request for fire-mission granted. Helo is Oscar-Mike. Extract from the commune entrance in two mikes. Nu-Three is breaking contact.”

“Tau-Eleven, regroup at the commune entrance! We are leaving!”

[/i]Quake gestured to Riot, and the dog took off ahead of him. His rifle in the high-port position, Quake booked it out of the room, down the hall and slid down the banister of the stairs while Riot skittered own step by step alongside.

They were out the door, even as Mal0 screamed, digital corruption snaking across her voice carrying through the phone. Quake didn’t look, merely aiming roughly behind him and pumping half his mag in the general direction

The rest of Tau-11 exited the gymnasium just ahead, moving just as quickly, but firing much more accurately. Their MK18’s hissed as they fired in full sprint, clocking out several snakes trying to move in on their formation. Not too far away a human slid down the ladder astride the water tower, and rolled with impact on the ground.

Utah’s right sleeve was bloody and there was a tourniquet secured on his upper arm. Yet still he held the weapon to his shoulder, biting through the discomfort.

The boys had a head start on Quake, clearing a path for him to just run unobstructed up the rear as they weaved between the broken terrain towards the commune entrance. The iron archway with ‘Faith in Numbers Commune’ written in bold letters still stood. But little else remained of the parking area where several sinkholes swallowed the dozen or so cars and four-by-fours.

As he ran, Quake glanced over his shoulder. Out of several of the emergence holes spawned at least a dozen snakes each. They seemed disoriented in the midday sun, but quickly identified the fleeing operators and slithered to pursue. Before long there was a mass of writhing, scaly bodies, too many to count, surging after him.

Quake grasped his PTT while running. “Sparta! Could use some CAS! Danger close, right on our heels!”

The reply was from a man. He sounded like he was radioing from inside of a bucket, his comms catching some definite background reverb. But he was ice cold, so cool Quake felt a chill slice down his spine.

[i]“Tau-Eleven, Skyking is on station, ready to put warheads on foreheads. I have your strobe at angels twelve. Visual on enemy contacts, marked with laser at six-zero metres on your six-o’clock. Over.”

[/i]“Solid readback, Skyking! You are cleared hot!”

[i]“Cleared hot. Wings level. Ripple away. Time to target, five seconds.”

[/i]He didn’t see or hear the Reaper drone. It was way too high, at least twelve-thousand feet above their heads. But like a sniper putting a shot downrange, the Hellfire AGMs hit their targets with pinpoint accuracy.  Sixty metres behind Quake two explosions bloomed across the frontline of snakes, one after the other. They disappeared in a flower of fire and a mist of blood and dirt. 

Clods of earth and bits of pulverised rock scattered across the commune, one stone clinking off Quake’s helmet as he ran.

As his hearing in the wake of the twin booms returned, the drone operator chimed back in on the radio. [i]“Confirm effect on target, Tau-Eleven. Over.”

[/i]Quake only gave a quick glance over his shoulder, but the number of snakes that survived the hellfire was definitely more manageable now. “Good effect on target, Skyking! Remain on station in case of repeat tasking! How copy!?”

[i]“Skyking copies all. Coming around. Back on station in thirty seconds. Out.”

[/i]Tau-11 reached the commune entrance before Skyking was back on station. They dropped into crouched positions, aimed their rifles out and started picking off snakes moving on their perimeter. Quake was the last to fall into position, dropping to one knee and sliding into position as he turned, pumping several rounds into the pursuing snakes.

Their stand wasn’t long before an ear-splitting ‘brrrrrrttt!’ ripped through the air and a line of hostiles disappeared into a cloud of red mist. The thud of rotor blades followed as two Blackhawk helicopters moved over their heads. The gunship orbited the landing zone, door guns alternating covering fire while the second extraction bird set down with a solid thump a dozen metres behind.

The operators broke contact by fireteam again. Poet and his peeps were up first, running to the open sides of the helo and piling in. Jocko stood next, patting the man down the line and turning to peel off. One by one they rose and booked it into the swirling clouds of dust kicked up by the helicopter rotors.

The nearest door gun let out a mechanical whir as the gunner pulsed the thumb triggers, pumping short bursts into the staggered snakes, keeping them off Fireteam-1.

Wizard cheered, seeing them disappear. “Ha-ha! Door-gun goes ‘brrrrrr,’ ya’ cunts!”

Utah flopped down, clipping a safety tether into place and sitting on the deck with his legs dangling over the side so he could cover off the last man on. Quake scrambled up beside him.

Just then, Utah called a target. “Unknown contact, three-o’clock!”

Quake turned and saw something was indeed moving the dust. Something invisible, vaguely humanoid, outlined as it disturbed the grit thrown up by the helo. He reached up and flicked down the phone, immediately treated to the sight of Mal0 charging them. Her mouth was agape, multiple tongues dripping in saliva snaking about in the darkness within. She was on all fours like a feral dog, emaciated and bounding forward with terrible purpose.

“It’s her!”

Utah already had his rifle trained and didn’t hesitate. A double tap, muted by the roar of door-guns and the thud of rotor-blades, slammed dead centre on Mal0’s ghostly form. Quake focused back through the phone and saw her drop flat-out to the dirt just a few metres short of hitching a free ride.

The pilot fed power to the engines and they rose of the deck, nose tipping downwards to throw them into a forward climb. As they rose Mal0 looked up. Her appearance had changed again, emaciated body filling out into those sumptuous athletic curves she’d worn while riding Quake down to his knot. As she reached out, black ichor wept from her eye-sockets as she cried pleadingly. Quake couldn’t hear her, but was pretty sure she was calling him ‘senpai’ again in a bid to seem cute and innocent.

“Good riddance, bitch,” Utah called mimicking Quake’s thoughts, flipping a one-fingered-salute in Mal0’s general direction.

Helos and their operator cargo safely in the air, there was one last order of business to deal with.

“Chad, call it in,” Jocko ordered.

The tiger dug in and clicked his PTT for the inevitable long-winded exchange calling for artillery fire. “Steel Rain, Steel Rain, this is Tau-Eleven. Adjust fire, over.”

[i]“Tau-Eleven, this is Steel Rain. Adjust fire, out.”

[/i]“Grid Kilo-X-ray, four-two-six, nine-three-one, over.”

[i]“Copy, grid Kilo-X-ray, four-two-six, nine-three-one, out.”

[/i]“One commune, two-hundred metres across. Heavy enemy infantry level presence in the open. Danger close, over.”

[i]“One commune, two-hundred metres. Heavy enemy infantry. In the open. Uh… danger close, out.”

[/i]There was a distinct pause in the back and forth as the artillery team conferred with the Fire Direction Centre, who called back in Steel Rain’s stead before the helo made its second orbit.

[i]“Tau-Eleven, this is FDC. White phosphorous in the breech. Three rounds, over.”

[/i]Hearts lifted as the FDC essentially just told them each of Steel Rain’s five guns would be spitting three rounds of white phosphorous each. They would be splashing the commune with fifteen incendiary rounds. Because overkill was severely underrated.

“FDC, Tau-Eleven. Phosphorous. Three rounds. Out.”

Another brief pause before the FDC came back, briefly this time.[b] [/b]“[i]Shot, over.”

[/i]Spotting rounds were in the air.

“Shot, out,” Chad advised and everyone instinctively braced for impact.

Ten seconds later they hit. The spotting rounds were only typically used to mark targets, making sure the actual rounds would hit accurately. They were after all arching munitions through the air from fifty kilometres away. Each round was only designed to pop smoke, allowing the forward observer to discern if the real munitions would have a good effect on target or not.

But they were still pretty hefty ordinance when pitted against civilian structures.

One landed a lucky hit, right in the centre of the commune lodge. The roof caved in and the windows were all sucked inwards. Literally a millisecond later overpressure made the building pop like a balloon, a mini-mushroom cloud of splintered wood and ceramic roofing exploding across the rest of the commune.

“Good hit. Fire for effect, over.”

Twenty seconds later, what was left of the commune, and the snakes still writhing around in it, became a blazing inferno.

The phosphorous shells airburst approximately fifty metres off the deck, exploding into a car-sized puff of seemingly harmless white smoke. From that, almost like an upside-down firework, came the deadly sparks, each fragmentation glowing white hot all the way to the ground where everything it touched caught fire.

The wail of the snakes spared the spotting shells only to burn alive was clearly heard over the helicopter engines as the commune was consumed.

“Good effect on target. Repeat. Out.”

As the Blackhawk turned and sped away and the commune disappeared in another volley of white-hot fire, Tau-11 visibly relaxed. Riot was on the bench beside Quake, his head resting in the operator’s lap as his gloved hand gently stroked down his neck. Utah was finally letting Doc take a look at him. The bloody sleeve was sheared away and his wounds were dressed. Doc must have been satisfied the bites were neither bad nor venomous because he released the tourniquet shortly after.

Jocko was on comms, reporting Rook’s fall to Sparta. Wizard and Chad lowered their heads, joining Poet in a small prayer for their fallen brother.

Quake’s eyes shifted up a moment, then he reached up and pulled the phone from its mount on his helmet. Time for that intel retrieval. But there was only one real curiosity in his mind. He checked the installed apps and quickly came across one that read ‘Mal0_Ver2.0.0.’

That was why Mal0 was different from his last encounter. As far as the Foundation was aware, Mal0’s anomalous stalker app only came in a ‘Ver1.0.0.’ Quake didn’t know how or from where, but Sarah Walker had installed an entirely new version of the paranormal app.

Drawing his knife, he quickly set to work, prying open the back plate, then popped the battery and some of the other electronics out of the phone. It all flew overboard, before Quake stomped the thing into the deck, cracking the screen, then kicked the rest of the phone overboard.

Looking up, he caught Utah looking.

“What?”

“Just another day at the office, huh?” Utah asked, making Quake chuckle.

“Just another day at the office,” he agreed.



The Blackhawk shot overhead, brushing the treetops close enough to make them sway in its wake. The helicopter was gone a second later, leaving only a smouldering ruin where the commune had been, and a broken phone laying on the soft forest floor.

A black furred hand with slender fingers picked up the phone. Mal0’s lone giggle was lost in the vast forest.