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The first story can be found here:https://inkbunny.net/s/2806154", "writing": "\"What did you say?\" The poodle woman shouted, stepping in and grabbing the technician by his smock and shaking him like she wanted to knock him unconscious. \n\"M-Mam,\" he gasped, smock tight against his neck. She let him go and stood with her paws clenched down her sides impotently, \"Madam Director, sir, all the satellites are offline!\" \n\"Every one?\" \n\"Yes..\" The man stood still for a moment, working the spit in his throat. Noises from the outside came through the barred doors, gunshots and screams. \n\"What was the last reading?\" The woman asked, her own voice choked with fright now. \n\"100.\" The man's voice quivered.\n\"Thousand?\" She demanded\n\"Million.\" \n\nThe silence was deep enough to cut through and then a new burst of gunfire and screams arose from the corridors outside the situation room, hundreds of scientists and technicians huddled there, all the screens showing static or black, number-readings replaced with @'s and $'s. \nNear the double doors leading out, barred by an improvised assortment of desks, monitors and other office supplies, two armed guards stood ready, tails tucked under their bodies, shivering with fright. They had their submachineguns drawn and Jennifer Hughes hoped they had kept their weapon's training sharp, although the director knew in the back of her mind that they wouldn't have. \nWho would expect NASA to be attacked directly?\nA loud boom hammered the locked doors. Then another. Feral screeching could be heard from the other side and the poodle steeled herself as she saw the tables, chairs and other stuff moving a few inches, the steel doors bulging inwards. She cursed loudly and strode towards one of the guards, a wide-eyed giraffe who kept his weapon trained on the door, finger professionally extended straight, although it curled constantly as if he wanted to unload his magazine. \n\"Give me your sidearm!\" She barked. \"The more shooters we have the better.\" Without letting him do it himself, she reached for his holster, picking out a heavy, black pistol. With professional expediency, she extracted the magazine, noted the bullet count, then slid it in, racking the slide and flipping the safety. \n\"Didn't know you could handle firearms, miss Goldenstein.\" The man remarked, giving her a wan smile. \n\"I flew B52s before switching to NASA.\" She stated simply. \"Hey! Michael!\" She shouted at tiger in a scientist smock, the man thin as a rail with a huge puff of curly, black headfur. \"You served as well, get the other guy's pistol.\" \nMichael hurried over as fast as he could, an airplane crash leading him to shoot out with a malfunctioning shute having left him with a severe limp, and he got a gun of his own, repeating her motions and pointing it at the doors. \n\nThey then crashed open and they saw the enemy for the time in real life and not through monitors. Several screeching wyverns, draconic looking monsters whose wings ended up in arms, wide tree-trunk-like legs packed with feral muscle, short heads that practically fused with their thick necks packed with dagger-like teeth.\nAnd their bobbing erections, ridged and horned, pulsing with savage need, some two feet long with a nutsack of similar proportions. \nDesks and monitors rattled and crashed as the beast tore through the opening. Four of them, one larger than the other, red in colour, the others in pale blue with white chests. All of them had bulging pectoral muscles, ostensibly for working their wings, as well as what on a furry would be called sixpacks, rippling abdominal muscles that undulated as the monsters screeched.\n\"Shoot for their cocks!\" She yelled, getting a bead on the largest one, and two submachineguns burst out a volley of projectiles while she and Michael took their shots more carefully. \nShe hit her target's thigh, then its abdomen. The bullets either ricocheted away or simply sunk an inch into the thick, scaly skin. The wyvern burst through the barricade and reared up, standing an impressive 15 feet tall, it's head, which had horns sticking out from its skull pointing backwards, bumped into a couple of monitors, tearing one of them down with a crash. It screeched. A sound so loud the Director cringed, but she got her sight aligned with its member and hit true this time, two bullets hitting its cockhead, one tearing skin at its urethral opening, the other piercing straight through its middle. In the back of her mind the poodle noted the strange black ichor that oozed out of the wounds and then the red-scaled monster lounged at her.\n\n\n-------------------------------------\n\n\nDebra was screaming at the automatic door to the car wash. \n\"Open up goddammit! Open! Open! OPEN!\" \nShe had swiped her card and the terminal said 'processing', while the screeches and screams from behind her came out louder than ever. Her car suddenly creaked loudly and she bounced up and down in her seat as the roof of the sedan partially collapsed inwards, large clawmarks showing their indentations. A gruesomely gory head of one of the draconic monsters then showed itself as it lowered down, twisting its long neck to stare directly at her with its baleful glowing eyes. \nThe door began to open and the zebra woman screamed, hit the pedal and set off with her tires screeching. The opening door grazed the wyvern and it halfway fell to the side, screeching so loud it felt like it would splinter the windows, which were already cracked due to its immense weight. She felt the car stop and checked the rearview mirror, noting how the red wyvern's tree-trunk like legs were gripping into the asphalt. \nIt bit down at the window, caving it in, Debra crying in fright as the glass shattered in a million pieces, fending it off with her paws, punching and scratching at the merciless, hard scales of the monster's slavering jaws. It bit at her, tearing a chunk off her face, and in the process let off with its hind legs, allowing the car to move forward. \nThe car wash was one of those long halls you drove through slowly. Debra whizzed by water and soap sprayers and the car came to a halt at the section with the bristles, a light turning red on the side, notifying that the vehicle should be stopped for this part. The rotating brushes came alive with a surprising volume of noise, although the zebra was far to scared and in pain, still pushing away at the monstrous creature's jaw. It suddenly reared back, then climbed over the car, twisting its body like a snake to stand in front, showing its impressively muscular physique. \nThe horn's on the wyvern's head curved backwards from its skull and punctured the concrete roof of the building as it stood up fully, Debra guestimating its true size to be between 15 and 20 feet tall, with a four feet long draconic cock that ended in an angular forehead partially covered by foreskin. It differed from the blue-scaled wyverns in that it had a longer neck and a wider chest, its abdominal muscles bulging even further out and its pectoral muscles taut and tense as it flapped its wings. It screeched again, setting itself down on its clawed wingtips, puncturing the hood, bursting the cooler in a spray of hot vapour that impacted its face directly, momentarily stunning it. The rotating brushes came in then, from above and front the sides, bristles scraping against the wyvern's back, the ones on the sides scraping down its wings and then its thick thighs. \nThe red-scaled monster screeched as the middle brush came down to the base of its tail and it shifted about, screeching as the tail went over, almost getting tangled, the sharp bristles now grinding into its nutsack from behind while it was hemmed in. \nDebra screamed and then drove forward, more steam exploding out, a warning light popping on the HUD. The tires squealed as the engine struggled to keep the wyvern in place while the rotating bristles ground its immense nutsack into a fine pulps, strands of purple blood and alien flesh being centrifuged down to the floor and up to spatter against the concrete ceiling. With its monstrous strength, the wyvern climbed up the car, its full weight making the roof collapse to the point where Debra was crushed against the steering wheel. It tried to climb further, a tire popping from the weight with a bang, the engine finally dying in a puff of noxious smoke. \nBut the rotating bristles kept following, and the wyvern had gotten its four foot cock stuck inside the car through the window as the machinery ground against its body. It tried to pull back, Debra getting a facefull of hard cock to the face, and then the cock almost cleared the entrance, down pointing down, when the bristles made contact.\nThe loud whooshing and whirs of the rotating brush was right in front of the zebra's face as the bent-down cock was impacted, the great wyvern screeching as an inch or so of its cock was sandpapered off from the frenulum to about halfway down. The whole car rocked as it struggled to escape, its cock bending backwards, and it now had its clawed wingtips into the ground behind the car, scrabbling at the floor, the wet and the soap there nullifying its monstrous strength. \nDebra couldn't help but look up through the broken window, seeing the very tip of the wyvern's cock pointing towards the exit, the whole length splayed out on the roof just as the brush began its horizontal move.\nAn inhuman screech sounded out as the cock was squished against the metal and then slowly ground to a pulp, black ichor spurting out, running into the car as it was squeezed and scraped out to spatter forwards. The monster struggled mightily, car becoming more compressed, Debra's lungs beginning to burn from the crush from the steering wheel. Her eyes darted in panic to the side window, which was now a wash of purple blood and black ichor that ran down, almost fully obscuring the view to the carwash.\nThe last thing she saw before passing out was the partially severed, half-cut-open cockhead dangling limply like a set of plush dice, oozing black gore. \n\n\nMiguel's pants were wet. He shivered as he hid in the small windowed shack next to the free-fall ride of the travelling carnival, a pool of urine stinking up the air. The jackal peeked out through one of the windows, then crouched down again as he saw a pair of wyverns raking their claws into a screaming man's back, their slavering jaws red with blood from the meat they had already consumed. He could hear the screaming from the free-fall ride, which was on its way up, a pair of wyvern's clinging to the seating, one of them jabbing at a feline woman with its monstrous cock, the other one battering its wings as it tried to get a good angle to take a bite out of one of the cubs on the ride.\nIt had happened so soon. Miguel had activated the ride and it had begun its slow ascent and then the draconic monsters had attacked in a huge swarm, ripping into the carnival-goers like a pride of lions, rending and tearing as well as raping the many furs there who had ignored The Arrival and went on their merry lives.\nNot so merry now, the jackal thought as the screeching wyvern on the seating had managed to rend the denim shorts off the feline woman, her helpless screams warbling down from the ride which was now at its maximum height, slowly rotating around, still ten seconds before it would drop at 80 miles an hour. With sick fascination, Miguel stared up, through the window, keeping his head dangerously high to observe the wyvern poke at the woman's crotch with its massive cock, the strapped-in feline's screams getting ever more desperate. \nAnother wyvern flew in, landing on the seating platform and the whole structure wobbled, an alarm blared inside the little shack as the ride took on far too much weight for it to handle and then the automated drop sequence activated with a lurch before the brakes kicked in 10 feet lower, causing the wyverns to halfway fall off, the rapist one holding on to the woman's shoulders with its clawed wingpaws, making her scream in agony as her flesh was torn open in a gush of blood that spattered down to the metal surface far underneath. \nMiguel looked on with bated breath as another alarm sounded, watching the wyverns scramble to get up to their victims and then the platform dropped. \nThe rapist wyvern had its underbody below the platform and the jackal clenched his paws as it hurtled towards the ground, gasping as he watched in slow motion how the creature's thick legs impacted the surface, buckling, bones breaking sticking out, its monstrous cock underneath the seating of the ride, getting trapped under the high velocity impact. It squeezed in on itself, then burst as it was pressed flat as a pancake, the platform crashing into the steel bottom with a resounding crash. The wyvern reared its head back, screeching in pain, then convulsing in what appeared to be death throes, mangled legs scrabbling across the surface to no avail before the creature leaned back with almost a sigh, its crushed penis tearing off in a burst of black ichor that pooled on the steel. The seating platform bounced off the surface, rising up a few feet, and the monster's crushed member was all but turned into a pool of black gore, spattered with bits of blueish cockflesh here and there. Only a small broken nub stood out from the dead wyvern's crotch, the skin mangled, flapping open, black goop oozing out the torn orifice.\nThe two other wyverns hit the surface with their heads first, horns cracking off and necks snapping from the impacts, killing them instantly. The furred riders on the free-fall knocked unconscious, some eviscerated, bleeding to a merciful death.\nThen glass shattered, sharp pain hit his eyes and Miguel was pushed back by a wyvern that clambered into the shack, its slavering jaws locking around his neck.\n\n\nAmanda was in the back of the food stall washing the veggies when the commotion began. It wasn't uncommon for screams to be heard, but they got more insistent, and then she heard the feral screeches. \n\"It's the aliens! They are here!\" Her boss said, Wayne a short-legged Bulldog who always wore a dirty apron, often with a cigarette in his mouth despite the new food safety regulations. \n\"Aliens?\" The vixen said, just as a draconic monster appeared on the other side of the counter, screeching. She gasped as she took in the sight of the beast as it climbed inside, it's glowing blue eyes, narrow blue-scaled face that practically fused with its thick neck. Its wings had long claws jutting out at the second joint, it's upper arm-muscles bulging out as it climbed the counter, before it moved forward in a movement pattern halfway between a cat and a snake, tail undulating behind it as it came near the Bulldog. He shouted in fright, brandishing a kitchen knife. \n\"Take that!\" He shouted, jumping forward, the steel sinking a few inches into the wyvern's scaled shoulder before it got stuck and the creature screeched, locking its jaws around his throat, throwing its head from side to side, tearing off his head in a gory mess of blood and torn flesh. \n\"WAYNE!\" Amanda shouted, the vulpine backwalking, shivering in fright. \nThe wyvern locked eyes with her and it hissed, rearing up, a huge cock jumping up and down underneath its body like a horse's would. She gulped and turned to flee, but the monster was faster than she would have thought, screeching as it bore down on her, knocking her to the floor, then tearing at her crotch with its fangs. \nShe just had a summer dress underneath her apron, and the creature quickly had it all pushed away to reveal her panties, screeching as it moved in, clamping its jaw down on her shoulder. Amanda wiggled fast, escaping the bite with a tearing wound and then reached for the counters for any weapon might be there. She cried and shrieked as the monster bit down on her ankle, crunching bone and pulling her away, a food processor clutched in her paw, wire connected to the socket. The wyvern screeched and bore down on her again and she battered at its powerful jaw with the kitchen machine, grabbed its hindleg and pulled herself along the floor, getting a facefull of monstercock squeezed against her. She shrieked again as she felt the member pulse, eyes wide as she saw its horned texture and then screamed in defiance, hammering the food processor against the angular tip of the member, getting it stuck inside the machine. Unwittingly she turned it on as the wyvern screeched and reared back and the small blades began to spin, getting the creature's strange foreskin tangled and then ripped before cutting up the tip of the monster's cock and then moving further down on its own accord. As the cockhead was sliced one fraction of an inch at a time, the inner workings of the organ revealed itself, a thick urethral tunnel surrounded by a strange black-coloured goo. She saw how the clear plastic got stained with black ichor as dark as an octopus' ink and she dove in, braving the trashing wyvern, and pushed down on the machine, more and more of the creature's cock being mangled and cut up, the alien almost paralyzed from the pain she inflicted on it. \n\"FUCK YOU!\" She screamed out, pushing with all her weight, the wyvern backwalking now, trying to get away from the pain, screeching as its two foot member was reduced inch by blade-cut inch. It jabbed down at her with its wings, but she was too close, it bit down on her shoulder, trying to dislodge her, but the angle was bad and it only succeeded in wounding her further without managing to pull her away from her gristly task. \nAmanda screamed ever louder as more of the cock got cut up, black ichor spilling out of the machine, running down her paws to mix with her own blood that was now all over her body. 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The ewe stopped on the spot, almost screaming, as she got a front-side view to one of the draconic beasts raping an unconscious and bleeding fox woman. The creature stared at her with its baleful, glowing blue eyes and reared its massive hips back and forth even harder, rocking the woman forward on the floor towards the stunned sheep. \nShe turned and ran, not one for fighting, and she ducked down as she saw several shapes fly through the air above her, their otherworldly screeches echoing in the narraw passage way. Then she was at the back, a fenced-off area where the carnival workers would rest and eat and live, shielded from the guests. No one was here now and she looked from side to side, trying to find a good hiding place. \nThe ewe heard a loud whoosh coming from her side and instinct made her dash forward, a wyvern screeching as it bore down, landing too fast and crashing into one of the buildings. Mirabelle ran as fast as she could the opposite way, ducking under some clotheslines, the beast behind her dragging itself along the ground by the bony protrusions of its wings. She tried a door, finding it locked, tried another one, shaking, tremoring with fright, muttering to herself \"come on come on come on\" but didn't find any way out of the enclosed area. \nShe looked over her back, screamed as the wyvern was just a few yards away, tangled up in the clotheslines, a couple pieces of garment stuck on its horns, and she ran along, spotting a circus wagon which she dove under, the wyvern in hot pursuit. \nThe wooden wagon groaned as the wyvern got its head underneath the crawlspace Mirabelle was hurriedly dragging herself through, then pressed itself forward, halfway lifting the thing, then getting crushed down by its weight, the backwards facing horns on its skull getting stuck in the wood. Then it screeched out, the tone a bit more high-pitched than before, but the vixen didn't care as she managed to crawl to the other side, getting to her footpaws again, running as fast as possible. \n\n\nJebediah struck the exposed nutsack again with the fire extinguisher, the heaviest object he had managed to find for self defense. The wyvern screeched underneath the wagon, dragging the whole thing a few inches backwards as it convulsed, tail lashing from side to side, extremely muscular legs working into the soil for purchase. He lifted the heavy, red cylinder into the air and roared as he brought it down yet again, arms already tiring, and the bruised pouch about the size of two melons burst open in a gush of blood and trailing of some kind of black goo. The whites of the monster's stones were exposed and he lifted the extinguisher again and again, shouting incomprehensibly in frightful rage, crushing the orbs until they were splattered onto the grass. \nThen the creature finally got itself out from under the circus wagon, screeching in pain and rage, rearing up, it's two foot cock spasming, jetting out squirts of purple blood from its fractured nuts. Jebediah ran in, the creature bit downwards, but his charge had the heavy metal of the fire extinguisher impact its shaft, crushing it against the creature's muscular stomach, nearly breaking the organ. The wyvern screeched and battered its wings, the man stepping back with a curse as dust flew into his eyes, waving the cylinder back and forth in what he hoped was a threatening manner. \nWith a whoosh, the wyvern took flight, but only to charge at him, its snout crashing into his chest, sending him tumbling backwards. It screeched again as he tried to get his bearings, then got stuck in the clotheslines, breaking some, one of them looping around with a *twang*, whipping against its body, then coiling around its cock in a single loop. It pressed forward, slavering jaws dribbling feral saliva and then the string went taut, the loop miraculously holding firm around its bruised cock and it reared its head backwards from the pain. \nJebediah saw this as his opening and he darted forward, eyes fixed on the loose string. The wyvern snapped at him as he bent down to grab it and then he ran the opposite side, tightening the loop. \nThe scaled monster screeched again as the clothesline tightened around its member, digging deep into its flesh. He ran to the other side, looping the string around again almost like a rodeo-rider, managing to get two more twists onto the wyvern's draconic member, digging ever deeper into the pale-blue flesh. Jebediah grunted as he coiled the string around his paws, the pain in his joints acute, but the wyvern's worse and he gritted his teeth and [i]pulled[/i].\n\n\nEmily gasped as she saw the resident strongman, the Pitbull Jebediah, struggle with the wyvern, crushing its balls, then managing to get it in quite the bind. She watched with bated breath as the man's entire body grew taut, always only wearing overalls and no shirt, bulging arms muscles trembling as he put all his strength into that narrow length of rope. She put her paws to her muzzle as something gave and the wyvern screeched in such a high pitch it might as well have been a mosquito buzzing, cockflesh tearing, black ichor slowly dripping to the ground as it was cut deeper and deeper. The beast tried to take flight, and the Pitbull went airborne for a few seconds as the creature went up in the air, but it only served to cut the string deeper and the ocelot watched with grim fascination as the string cut so deeply it finally severed the length in multiple places, three bits of cock dumping down on the ground, the wyvern screeching and flying off, a gush of purple blood and black ichor dribbling down in its wake from its torn and ruptured genitals.\nThe gore-dripping monster managed to fly for all of ten seconds before it dropped down towards the ground like a stone and Emily whooped, calling out to the Pitbull.\n\"You did it, Jebediah!\" She cried out, pumping her fist into the air, and the man turned to face her, smiling, his paws dripping blood from the string that had cut into them. Then his eyes focused above her and he shouted in terror, loud screeches heard as a couple of wyverns flew down, one of them barreling into him, instantly raking him with its clawed hindlegs, splitting his abdomen open, entrails ripped up and torn out of the dying canine's stomach.\nThe other one landed close to her, turned, its draconic erection bobbing as it hissed, crouching down and darting towards her. \nEmily screamed and turned tail, heading into the stall-building again, the wyvern hurtling against the wooden door in which opening she had stood. It tore off the frame like it was nothing, splintered wood bending, somehow still sticking together, sticking around its thick neck like some kind of necklace. It screeched again and shook its head from side to side, Emily running further away while it was distracted. \nThe vulpine woman then stopped in her tracks. The smell of cooking oil was heavy in here, the stall serving soft ice and churros. The vat containing the cooking oil for the churros was a 2 gallon steel container with handles, heated by a gas burner underneath. Emily frowned at the boiling oil, then looked at the wyvern which had almost disentangled itself from the doorframe, it's blue, glowing eyes staring at her like a piece of meat. In the spur of the moment, having seen the monsters' weakness first hand, she screamed in frightful rage, grabbed the handles of the cooker, and hoisted it down, almost dropping it on her feet, her sandal-covered footpaws sizzling as some of it sloshed out to splatter on the floor. She screamed in defiance and pain and picked up speed, awkwardly carrying the boiling oil, and with a herculean effort she flung the oil out of the container, the wyvern rearing up, screaming its challenge, 2 foot erection bobbing in the air. \nIt screeched then as the oil made contact, and Emily threw the steel container at its head for good measure, oil splashing around, impacting her own face, chest and arms. Still, she smiled grimly as the monster trashed about on the ground, cooking oil sizzling, burning into its cock, frying it from the outside. It screeched and hissed, turning over tables and sending cookware flying left and right as it trashed about, a cloud of malodorous steam rising from its crotch. \n\"Take that you fucker!\" Emily screamed, looking around for something else to hurt it with, all thoughts of escape gone from her mind. The monster screeched back, its hindlegs scratching at the floor and it reared up, screeching, blue eyes staring balefully down at her, cock strutting out. With horrid fascination she noted how the blueish cockskin had turned black and hung in threads, multiple areas so burned through that the black goo inside was oozing out, steaming, plopping to the floor. It took a step forward, its fried nutsack dangling, and the boiled skin there ballooned with blisters that popped, the pouch ripping open, purple blood spewing out as its naked stones suddenly dangled about. The monster grew silent, opening its maw, working its powerful neck muscles, and then it went right down to the floor again, trashing around in inhuman pain. \nCertain that she had dealt it a mortal wound, the woman turned to run, hoping she could find some locked room or maybe a shipping container to hide in.\n\n \n---------------------------\n\n\nJeremy Webster was cursing, his truck swerving left and right as the wyvern on the roof scratched at it, it's slavering maw hammering against the side window. He had his pistol ready, but hadn't yet taken a shot, trying to keep his eyes on the road while terror gripped his heart. \nThe Arrival had happened three days ago and he had been stuck at the power plant. Him and the other workers had agreed to stay, sleeping in the break room, keeping the power on for the city. Just an hour ago, the alien monsters had attacked the plant, and even though plenty of the men carried guns, it hadn't been enough and they had been overrun, a few of them escaping. \nGlass cracked and he cursed again, then shouted as it broke inwards, the loud screeching of the wyvern mixing with the whooshing of air coming in at highway speed. It snapped at his shoulder, caught fabric mostly, and he reached across, putting the gun between the creature's eyes. A loud crack almost deafened him, causing him to swerve from the pain in his ears, as the wyvern caught a .45 ACP to the dome, falling off the truck, tumbling and twisting on the highway as he drove off. \nCars were scattered everywhere, some burned out, others parked neatly with all their windows bashed in, blood stains galore, half or almost wholly eaten corpses strewn on the asphalt. \nJeremy had been gunning for his house in the suburbs, but he saw the many flying shapes blotting out the sky there, and opted to take an earlier exit, driving towards the mall. It seemed like a big and secure building to hide out in. \nPlenty of cars where on the parking lot, many of them broken or burned out and he noted a single wyvern flying above, circling the structure. He parked right next to the entrance and noted the tables and whatnot barring his entrance, a metal security screen pulled down in front of the barricade.\n\"Hey, up here!\" Someone shouted and he peeked up, a young hyena with a black mohawk staring down from an open window. A rope uncoiled and Jemery frowned as he looked up at the ascent. Still, there was no other way it seemed and he managed to climb the knotted rope one foot at a time, thankful that his job kept him relatively fit. When he crested the window he was pulled in by a gaggle of furs old and young, who then shut the window and barred it with indoor security metal grills fastened by a deadbolt. \n\"Man you are lucky!\" The hyena said, the guy a late teen if Jeremy had to guess. \"The aliens flew off this morning to God knows where, was a whole pack of them nesting on the roof!\" \n\"Good thing the mall is burglar proofed,\" another man said, a tall grizzly bear carrying a hunting rifle. \n\"Got any more of those?\" Jeremy asked, pointing at the gun.\n\"Nah. Whole mall was looted on the first day, people got at the firearms first for obvious reasons.\" \n\"Hey guys!\" A woman said, a matronly zebra with oversized, pink glasses. \"There's some kind of address on the government website!\" \nThey all went into an electronics store where the woman pointed to a turned on computer which showed the president speaking. \n\"My fellow Americans. The Earth and our nation is beset by an alien foe that cannot be reasoned with, which only lives to kill and destroy our lives. What we have all experienced was just the first wave. A second, much bigger wave is coming. Millions of the beasts are set to arrive in just 48 hours. I will now turn to the director of NASA who has studied the monsters together with the best and brightest in her field. Listen well to what she has to say if you want to make it out of this alive.\"\n\"Fucking scientists..\" The hyena muttered, then shutting up as the zebra shushed him. \n\"May God help us all..\" The president finished and the screen flickered, turning to a new feed, much lower in resolution, the stern face of a bandaged poodle staring at the camera. \nJeremy gasped as he saw her appearance, the entire left side of her head including her eye was covered in bandages that had small specks of blood seeping through. Her right arm ended just below the shoulder, a clean bandage around the stump. She looked dead-tired and deadly serious. She began her presentation without any fanfare, voice gravelly as if she had subsisted on coffee and cigarettes for days on end. \n\"The aliens have two weak points. Their brains and their reproductive organs.\" \nA montage then showed, captured wyverns in chains being shot at, having their cocks split open by buzz-saws, grenades exploding in front of them and much more.\n\"They do not breathe as they do not have lungs. We have deduced that they synthesize what they eat to somehow be stored as organic Dark Matter, which we have found resonates with gamma radiation, like that from an X-ray machine. This is the scientific discovery of a generation, but for now, what must be known is that their metabolic system is powered by the alien's penis.\"\nThe hyena giggled at that, the zebra not even bothering to shush him.\n\"The brain is protected by thick bone, much like a boar or other large mammals. It can be pierced by rifle bullets or large pistol calibers at short range. I implore you all to arm yourself and stick together. One last thing, these monsters rape and inject a fast-growing parasite into the female's womb. Within 20 minutes a new monster tears its way out of her body. Do not let them get you.\" The woman then looked at the camera, her one eye narrowing. \"Give them Hell!\" \n\n\"Jesus Christ...\" The brown-furred bull said, gawping at the screen. Jamal took in his work-stained overalls and the logo there, looking at him askew. \n\"You from the power plant?\" He asked.\n\"Yeah. Had to flee it, the aliens attacked us earlier today.\" \n\"Will the power go out then?\" The zebra woman, Debbie, asked him.\n\"The coal crane is automated, but sooner or later there will be an error of some kind. If nothing else, the conveyer belts that feed the storage hall are manually operated. At most there'll be power on for another 4 days before it shuts down.\" \nThey all looked at one another for a few moments, wide eyes staring frightfully, the idea of facing the menace without even electricity a daunting thought. \nThen someone screamed from the main hall and they all ran out to see what the commotion was. \nThrough the barred windows, Jamal noted the arrival of dozens of the flying monsters, once again circling the building, one of them landing to perch at the barred window they had pulled the bull through. It battered against the security glass, slowly hammering the frame itself loose, a crunching sound heard as plaster and steel snapped and broke off in small parts, the grating bulging inwards. \nJamal ran. \n\nHenry McAllister hefted his hunting rifle, ushering the others to head further into the mall. He was one of the few who had a gun and he chambered a round into the semiautomatic, lining the barrel up with the screeching wyvern. \nHe shot thrice, and the monster's skull imploded, the creature falling off the ledge. Then another one barreled against the security glass, crashing the entire frame off, its weight impacting the security grill which bent inwards with an alarming groan. The grizzly shot again, and again, but his aim was a little off due to his fright, and the bullets ricocheted off the creature's draconic skull. It screeched and then hurtled through the metal, deadbolt snapping cleanly off from its sheer weight and strength. \nIt climbed through the opening, one wing at a time, and he emptied his magazine, the monster finally dying with its head halfway shot off. \nThen another climbed through and the trigger just clicked. Henry stood paralyzed as the monster undulated its way through the window, then sprung forward propelled by its massive and muscular hind legs. Almost on instinct, he presented the rifle horizontally, the slavering maw of the draconic creature biting into it, composites cracking and breaking apart, the barrel itself bending under the pressure. A couple of shots rang out, bullets dinging off the monster's skull and it reared back, screeching its challenge to the bull who had a big pistol drawn, aiming down the sights. \nHenry saw in slow motion as the gun fired off a couple more rounds, squarely impacting the wyvern's massive erection, the blueish meat imploding as the hollow points tore through, black ichor and purple blood spraying against the monster's white-scaled abdominal muscles. Another shot rang out and the member was almost severed, hanging down limply, cut through about a third of the way up the shaft, the urethral tube seemingly the only thing keeping it attached other than torn flesh. Black goo spattered onto the floor and the wyvern screeched in pain, back-tracking, getting tangled with another one that was climbing through the window. \n\"Come on man, we have to go!\" The bull said, Henry shaking, still holding the broken rifle in his paws. \"NOW!\" \n\n\nMartin heard the gunshots and the screeches and he ducked behind the counter of the gun store. It had been fully looted, not a single gun left as the suburbanites had gone feral in their need to protect themselves and their families. \nThe Labrador teen was clutching a hunting bow, one of those fancy ones that in many ways resembled the competition bows he had won bronze medals with. He had a quiver slung around his waits, the barbed hunting arrows there a source of comfort. Two men ran past, one of them with a gun in his paw, and soon after a couple of wyverns came by, one of them flying low, the other one slithering along the floor like a reptile, dragging the bony protrusions on its wings into the floor. Another one crawled by, more slowly, thick neck moving from side to side as if it was sniffing the air. It then stared directly at Martin, blue eyes glowing with predatory hunger as it screeched and entered the store. \nThe Labrador stood up then, pulling back the bowstring, shaking with fright as the creature came near, and he unleashed the arrow which struck it squarely in one of its eyes. \nA gold-medal shot he thought.\nScreeching in pain, the wyvern trashed about, barging into display shelves and scattering merchandise all over. Martin had another arrow knocked now, trying to get a good shot, and the wyvern looked at him, screeching, hurtling forward, enraged by the pain. With a *pling* the arrow bounced off the monster's thick skull, a furrow dug in, dripping blood down in the ruined eye. He yelped and knocked another arrow, the alien rearing up, screeching its challenge, massive cock throbbing in the air. Martin let loose, and the barbed hunting arrow impacted its oversized nutsack, cracking a testicle open and spearing it through, only the feathered end showing.\n[i]That[/i] caused the wyvern to go utterly crazy, dragging its body along the ground, wings flapping at it took a short flight, crashing into more shelves. It dug its jaws down in feral desperation, managing to bite into the feathers, dragging and pulling at the shaft. It was almost in slow motion. The split-open skin bulged outwards as the arrow-head, with four barbs, stick on the backside of its testicle, dragging at it, the wyvern screeching louder, then working its muscular neck to rip the arrow out. \nOnly issue for the monster was that it extracted its massive testicle instead, yanking the organ out in a spray of purple blood, the tubing connecting to its body dangling as it shook its head from side to side, more and more of the tubing exiting its body until it grew taut with almost a *twang*, then ripping off, the monster screeching even louder as it threw the arrow-testicle to the side, glistening urethral tubing wavering through the air. \nNow it bellowed, a deeper sound, and Martin stared down his bow as it darted forward with surprising speed, climbing the counter he was hiding behind, the Labrador backpedaling to keep his distance. The angle was bad, but he did not dare wait for it to rear up, and he took his shot, the arrow hurtling through the air, feathers spinning as it traversed along the wyvern's hunched up body, before impacting its angular cockhead straight on. The blueish member was split open four ways, 8-10 inches down the shaft, draconic meat dangling like an open, gory flower, the black goo inside spurting in all directions as the hunting arrow embedded itself. \nThe monster screeched, then hurtled away, trashing about as blood and black gore spewed out of its member, and Martin jumped over the counter, running as fast as possible, turning right and away from where the wyvern had come, screeches heard behind him.\n\nElsewhere in the mall, Bo Banton was huffing as he ran up the escalator, a screeching wyvern in hot pursuit. \nIt bore down on his and he fell painfully against the steel steps, the wyvern too wide to get a good bite in, the handrails on either side getting in the way of its wings. He felt it climb around, the escalator almost stopping as it got a hind leg down, grabbing at his foot, which he kicked, escaping its clutch, the claws instead grabbing onto the step itself. The monster screeched, battered its wings and tore off the step, Bo yelping as he felt his foot drop down the hole before he scrambled up and elbows and knees, trying to get away. \nWith a crash, the draconic alien let the escalator step drop the floor and the greyhound turned around, barely having made it one step before freezing in fear. The monster screeched as it dove in, maw open, the man's last view sharp teeth that enveloped his skull. \n\n\"NO!\" Xander roared, training his shotgun at the monster. He was on the second floor along the balustrade looking down at the greyhound getting his head torn off and eaten. The wyvern screeching, flapping its wings, slowly ascending upwards. As it came to the final part it suddenly yowled almost like a cat. The elk's eyes widened as he saw the cause, its monstrous member had been caught in the torn-off opening into the mechanics of the escalator. \nThe machinery groaned and the bloodstained monster reared its head back, trying to work its muscular hind legs, wings flapping uselessly as its member was being ground into little pieces, torn and tugged apart by metal and motors.\nFor the wyvern, it seemed as if the eternity in space was a mere blink compared to the slow sensation of its lifegiving organ being sundered. It screeched and undulated its body, but the irrevocable pull of the escalator's internals had its two foot cock being slowly obliterated. It screeched as it felt the pulsing black goo being squeezed and scraped out, soiling the mechanics, to the point where the machinery ground to a halt, clogged up with gore and purple blood and extra-terrestrial goop. It wheezed as it felt itself grow lightheaded and then collapsed forward, its wings draped uselessly over the handrails. \nThe elk watched on in horrified fascination as the mangled lump of torn meat was bumping up and down as the escalator slowly ate it, the machinery slowing down, gore and purple blood clogging the internals, the mangled draconic member down almost to its root when the whole thing stopped turning with a mechanical *clank* that reverberated in the mall.\nThen a loud screech reverberated and the man looked in horror as a red-scaled wyvern flew by, almost half again as large as the one just killed, with a much longer neck. It turned its head, baleful glowing eyes watching him and then it banked and the man turned tail and fled. \nHe made it along the balustrade and came to a glass bridge that crossed the mall, once one of its main attractions, and he ran across it as the wyvern came in, screeching as its hind legs raked at him, the man throwing himself to the floor to avoid being snatched up. He wasn't in the best of shape, muzzle grey with age, antlers brittle and prone to snapping off, and he struggled to get on his footpaws again when the creature whizzed by almost silently, huge claws raking his back and his neck, digging deep furrows that made him cry out in pain, Still, he managed to hold on to his double-barreled shotgun and he got up again, screaming in defiance, aiming at the great wyvern which had banked a turn and was coming in screeching, four foot cock spasming underneath its more than 20 foot long body. \nHe squeezed hard and twin blasts erupted, hundreds of pellets shooting out, peppering the underside of the monster's body, many digging into its oversized cock and balls, making it screech in pain, angling away, shaking its long neck. It then screeched again, more intensely, and dove around from the other side, Xander scrambling with his pockets for a couple of shells, loading them into the still-smoking chambers. It bore down on him and he managed to hurl himself to the side, then stumble into an awkward run, the wyvern in hot pursuit. It battered him with a wingtip, mercifully not striking him with the claw, instead making him crash into the handrails. His vision swam as he looked down the 2story drop, then his eyes widened as he noticed the netting which was underneath, a suicide prevention feature after a couple of high-profile cases. The screech from behind convinced him and he dropped over, whooping as he fell into the hard-woven netting, his shotgun falling out of his paws, wobbling as it settled a couple of feet away, close to the edge. \n\"Come on come on come on...\" he muttered as he climbed forward, the awkward angle making the wounds on his back hurt fiercely, his shaking paw managing to make contact. \nThe wyvern screeched and jumped down, clawed hindlegs wrapping around a few squares of the netting, popping them, the whole thing sagging dangerously from its immense weight. Xander screamed, letting himself lean backwards, hoping the whole thing would hold as he aimed down the barrel from the unnatural position. The red-scaled wyvern reared up, its impressively muscular physique on display as it battered its wings, ostensible as much for balance as for intimidation, as the monster wobbled on the bouncy surface, claws ripping a few more holes.\nIt then set itself down and climbed, using its wings for purchase, suddenly making its head be only a few feet away from the elk. He roared and blasted the monster with both shells, peppering its massive, slavering maw and eyes with the pellets, a few of them managing to hit into the glowing orbs, blinding the monster, which screeched and tried to rear up, biting at him, but stopping short just a few inches from his face, spittle and purple blood spraying his features. \nHe whimpered and struggled backwards, but the wyvern remained in place, screeching, trying to pull forward but seemingly stuck. He frowned and then noted that the monster had somehow managed to get its draconic cock stuck in the netting, the throbbinng member jutting out from underneath, still bleeding from the two shells he had fired earlier. Something came over the old elk and he re-loaded, then climbed to the side, looking down at the hard floor underneath, the deadly drop making him swoon a little as the whole netting rocked and swayed with the struggling wyvern's motions. \nHe grunted then, one paw on the rope, the other trying to hold the shotgun steady as he got his body underneath, extending his arms, the strength from his work allowing him to hold the firearm extended in one paw, sighting in the dangling, trapped cock. The angular cockhead was jutting straight ahead, and he had the shot lined up from the side at a 45degree angle, barrels pointing at the center of the shaft.\nXander shot and then he screamed. \n\nJeremy was looking up at the scene, blood running down his face from a cut, useless pistol in his paw, magazine spent. He saw the trapped, red-scaled wyvern, the old elk bravely facing it, climbing to the edge of the netting, twin shots going off. \nHe winced in shared pain as the old man's shoulder dislocated from the force, the shotgun shooting through the air from the recoil, twisting and turning before clattering loudly on the floor close to him.\nThe monster's cock was practically sundered, the man had managed to get the ends of the barrels within a foot of the draconic member before shooting and dozens, if not hundreds, of wounds trailed blood and black goo in twin bursts radiating from about the center of the monster's cock. The twin multi-wounds were located close to the upper part of the shaft and down the center, almost a foot away from its base, the pellets having powered through, almost each wound having an entrance and exit hole that dripped out its lifeblood. \nScreeching and struggling, the monster was kept in place as it never got the angle, its cock continuing to be trapped while it bled out slowly, a veritable rain of gore and goo and purple blood raining down into the ground floor of the mall. \n\n\n-----------\n\n\n\"Clear!\" \n*ZAP* \n\"We are losing him!\" \n\"100CCs of adrenaline stat!\" \n*BEEEEEEP*\n\"Clear!\" \n*ZAP* \n\nThe heartrate monitor jumped to life, a weak spike showing, then the rhytm got started, slow and weak and still oh-so-close to death. \n\"Patch up that wound now, tie the artery, we are going to have to amputate!\" Doctor Hao said, the tall, bespectacled panda adjusting his foggy glasses. \nThis was the twelfth amputation today. He shivered as he remembered the static-scratching radio message telling of \"The Swarm\". \nJust as the Earth had, more or less, managed to deal with the first arrival of the monstrous aliens, a much bigger force had been bearing down and was now arriving. City blocks had been walled off, national guardsmen deployed, tanks on the streets. \nBut the sheer number of the creatures meant the hospital was overflowing with grievously wounded patients. \nA loud crash came from the hallway then, louder screeches, and the panda's breath stuck in his throat. \n\nNurse Becky screamed shrilly as the door slammed open, a wyvern struggling to pass through, getting first one, then the other wing inside, before it clambered forward halfway between a lizard and snake with its wingtips on the floor. It threw itself onto doctor Hao, one of the best physicians in the entire damn city, and its slavering maw tore out his throat just like that, the panda falling to the ground with blood spurting out like in a horror movie, painting the ceiling with his sanguine fluids. \nThe bovine nurse still held the defibrillator in her paws, the machine still whirring at full charge, and the wyvern took note of her, moving its short neck to stare at her with glowing, blue eyes. It pounced, driving her to the ground, its huge cock grinding against her abdomen through her smock, then further up, cocktip erupting a jet of pre that coated her face with its alien musk. \nShe screamed then, smacking the two pads together around the center of the monster's length, and high voltage coursed through it, the monster shuddering, meat sizzling as she kept it on, the high-power charge making the black goo within tremble and then pop in its organic cells, the cock growing limp as the electricity coursed through it and destroyed its internals until the monster gave a wheeze and collapsed on top of her. \nThe wyvern's member was now more like a limp worm, a swollen, rubbery organ filled with sizzling ichor and boiled blood.\n\n\nElsewhere, Joel the technician was trying to operate the new x-ray room. \nIt was a smart thing, highly accurate, the patient just needing to stand there without having anything pressed here or there, an array of gamma emitters precisely angled here and there for the most accurate pictures in the history of medical science. \nInside, a wyvern was mangling a patient, an old giraffe woman, tearing her head partially off while it raped her, Joel trembling as he operated the controls. \nAI-driven targeting struggled to make a precise targeting and he had to turn it off, instead focusing the 198 gamma emitters right at the general area where the monster's cock was thrusting into the dead woman. Joel had been there when it had been installed and he grinned at the thought of being shown \"what not to do\", getting into the back menu, pushing the power up beyond the limitations set by the manufacturer. \nHe pushed the button, and 198 gamma emitters focused in on a 3 by 3 foot square, roughly where the wyvern's 2foot cock was, and the draconic creature hissed as the radiation struck it. Then it squirmed, pulling out, screeching wildly as its whole cock seemed to pulse like a maggot moving, an undulating movement from tip to base and back again. \nJoel cursed in shock as the whole thing exploded with a loud *pop*, the window he was looking through fully coated with purple blood and black ichor. \n\nHans Grover was pushing the gurney as fast as he could, the wounded woman on it groaning as he skidded past a corner, a blue-scaled wyvern in hot pursuit. \nThe porter was huffing as he came to an elevator, slamming the button, the car mercifully on the same floor, doors opening at once. He rushed the gurney inside, slammed the button for the fifth floor, then turned with his heart hammering in his throat as he heard the wyvern come close. It screeched as it struck its head inside and he cursed, pulling back, grabbing the handrail and kicking out, steel-shod work boot impacting it under its maw, making its teeth clack. He kicked it again, trying to fend it off and then the door closed, crushing its short neck, just at an angle where the sensors wouldn't detect it. Motors whirred and he kicked again and again, feeling like his toes were breaking, but he saw how a wound was opening on its chin, the monster screeching in rage and pain. \nThen the motors gave up, a failsafe, and the doors opened. The draconic alien reared back, then snapped forward, its teeth biting into his boot as he kicked out again, shaking its neck, making him fly around inside the elevator carriage with pained shouts, smacking his shoulder, his head, his back. It then reared back, its hindlegs against the outer entrance to the elevator, pulling at him, when the door closed again, the monster screeching as it let go, pulling its head out. The wyvern had its hind legs dug into the front of the entrance to the elevator, its head moved to the outside, its white-scaled abdomen vertical, with its muscular stomach a literal wall of flesh that obstructed the view to the hallway.\nHowever, its two foot cock was still inside, and just a second before the wyvern pulled fully back, the elevator doors came together, trapping it just behind its humanoid glans, squeezing the organ, making the cockhead pop, black goo spurting out of its angular tip. \nThe porter's leonine paws reached for the buttons, trembling, blood running down his face and mane, pressing the floor number again and again, the elevator not wanting to move with the doors not fully shut.\n\"SHIT!\" He was growing dazed now, the hit on his hard enough to knock weaker men out. \nHe could hear the wyvern screech, pushing and pulling. He remembered being shown the secret controls by an elevator tech a couple of years back. Push this and that and this button at once to override. \nJust as he remembered that, the doors opened and he pushed the combination. \nThe wyvern had been struggling back and forth, hindpaws scratching the wall as it tugged and twisted its body. The monster was pushing in when the door opened, all of its cock entered, and then Hans Grover pushed the combination, the doors quickly shutting again, trapping the wyvern's member lengthwise, squeezing in from its base all the way to its partially crushed dickhead. \nHe kept on the pressure, electrical motors whirring as they went into overdrive, slowly crushing the wyvern's draconic cock, squeezing it until wounds popped open, purple blood and black ichor spewing into the carriage. He could he the creature's hind claws scratching frantically at the steel on the outside, sounding as if it was tearing the metal panels off in its throes. \nFinally, a stench of burned mechanics filled the room and the motors died out, the wyvern's cock sliced off, lying like a sausage split down the middle. An alarm went off, going into \"maintenance mode\" and he let himself drop to the floor, leaning against the wall, dazed and bleeding, safe in the knowledge that the doors would not open again. \n\n\nAt the very top of the hospital, sergeant Hoskins was barking orders. There was a helipad here, and every one of those in the city had been given over to the military, attack choppers using them as basing grounds to support the soldiers on the ground, the machines whirring around the city in wolfpack formations of 3, more than enough to keep up with the horde of wyverns that were flying around as long as they kept their wits about them. \nHe was manning the machine gun nest, one of 4 that had been strategically placed, and 50cal spewed out, downing one monster after the other. \nThe wolf looked over the rooftops, noting the burning buildings, the faint screams, the louder screeches, the gunfire and AA missiles that struck the creatures. \nOrders had been coming from the government. It was not effective to use a 200.000 dollar missile on a wyvern when a machine gun could do the same job. \nBut damn it was practical, the man noted, as he saw a beast being hit in the groin. It was one of the red ones, huge motherfuckers with four foot long cocks. Its entire lower body was blackened by the blast, its cock and nuts blasted to smithereens, and it dropped to the ground with its wings flapping weakly, tumbling and turning until it was out of sight.\n\nThen a wyvern screeched as it bore down and the sergeant shouted \"DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE!\" as he unloaded his machine gun, knowing the safety of the helipad would mean the birds could be re-supplied to keep on the struggle against the alien menace.\n\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""What did you say?" The poodle woman shouted, stepping in and grabbing the technician by his smock and shaking him like she wanted to knock him unconscious.
"M-Mam," he gasped, smock tight against his neck. She let him go and stood with her paws clenched down her sides impotently, "Madam Director, sir, all the satellites are offline!"
"Every one?"
"Yes.." The man stood still for a moment, working the spit in his throat. Noises from the outside came through the barred doors, gunshots and screams.
"What was the last reading?" The woman asked, her own voice choked with fright now.
"100." The man's voice quivered.
"Thousand?" She demanded
"Million."

The silence was deep enough to cut through and then a new burst of gunfire and screams arose from the corridors outside the situation room, hundreds of scientists and technicians huddled there, all the screens showing static or black, number-readings replaced with @'s and $'s.
Near the double doors leading out, barred by an improvised assortment of desks, monitors and other office supplies, two armed guards stood ready, tails tucked under their bodies, shivering with fright. They had their submachineguns drawn and Jennifer Hughes hoped they had kept their weapon's training sharp, although the director knew in the back of her mind that they wouldn't have.
Who would expect NASA to be attacked directly?
A loud boom hammered the locked doors. Then another. Feral screeching could be heard from the other side and the poodle steeled herself as she saw the tables, chairs and other stuff moving a few inches, the steel doors bulging inwards. She cursed loudly and strode towards one of the guards, a wide-eyed giraffe who kept his weapon trained on the door, finger professionally extended straight, although it curled constantly as if he wanted to unload his magazine.
"Give me your sidearm!" She barked. "The more shooters we have the better." Without letting him do it himself, she reached for his holster, picking out a heavy, black pistol. With professional expediency, she extracted the magazine, noted the bullet count, then slid it in, racking the slide and flipping the safety.
"Didn't know you could handle firearms, miss Goldenstein." The man remarked, giving her a wan smile.
"I flew B52s before switching to NASA." She stated simply. "Hey! Michael!" She shouted at tiger in a scientist smock, the man thin as a rail with a huge puff of curly, black headfur. "You served as well, get the other guy's pistol."
Michael hurried over as fast as he could, an airplane crash leading him to shoot out with a malfunctioning shute having left him with a severe limp, and he got a gun of his own, repeating her motions and pointing it at the doors.

They then crashed open and they saw the enemy for the time in real life and not through monitors. Several screeching wyverns, draconic looking monsters whose wings ended up in arms, wide tree-trunk-like legs packed with feral muscle, short heads that practically fused with their thick necks packed with dagger-like teeth.
And their bobbing erections, ridged and horned, pulsing with savage need, some two feet long with a nutsack of similar proportions.
Desks and monitors rattled and crashed as the beast tore through the opening. Four of them, one larger than the other, red in colour, the others in pale blue with white chests. All of them had bulging pectoral muscles, ostensibly for working their wings, as well as what on a furry would be called sixpacks, rippling abdominal muscles that undulated as the monsters screeched.
"Shoot for their cocks!" She yelled, getting a bead on the largest one, and two submachineguns burst out a volley of projectiles while she and Michael took their shots more carefully.
She hit her target's thigh, then its abdomen. The bullets either ricocheted away or simply sunk an inch into the thick, scaly skin. The wyvern burst through the barricade and reared up, standing an impressive 15 feet tall, it's head, which had horns sticking out from its skull pointing backwards, bumped into a couple of monitors, tearing one of them down with a crash. It screeched. A sound so loud the Director cringed, but she got her sight aligned with its member and hit true this time, two bullets hitting its cockhead, one tearing skin at its urethral opening, the other piercing straight through its middle. In the back of her mind the poodle noted the strange black ichor that oozed out of the wounds and then the red-scaled monster lounged at her.


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Debra was screaming at the automatic door to the car wash.
"Open up goddammit! Open! Open! OPEN!"
She had swiped her card and the terminal said 'processing', while the screeches and screams from behind her came out louder than ever. Her car suddenly creaked loudly and she bounced up and down in her seat as the roof of the sedan partially collapsed inwards, large clawmarks showing their indentations. A gruesomely gory head of one of the draconic monsters then showed itself as it lowered down, twisting its long neck to stare directly at her with its baleful glowing eyes.
The door began to open and the zebra woman screamed, hit the pedal and set off with her tires screeching. The opening door grazed the wyvern and it halfway fell to the side, screeching so loud it felt like it would splinter the windows, which were already cracked due to its immense weight. She felt the car stop and checked the rearview mirror, noting how the red wyvern's tree-trunk like legs were gripping into the asphalt.
It bit down at the window, caving it in, Debra crying in fright as the glass shattered in a million pieces, fending it off with her paws, punching and scratching at the merciless, hard scales of the monster's slavering jaws. It bit at her, tearing a chunk off her face, and in the process let off with its hind legs, allowing the car to move forward.
The car wash was one of those long halls you drove through slowly. Debra whizzed by water and soap sprayers and the car came to a halt at the section with the bristles, a light turning red on the side, notifying that the vehicle should be stopped for this part. The rotating brushes came alive with a surprising volume of noise, although the zebra was far to scared and in pain, still pushing away at the monstrous creature's jaw. It suddenly reared back, then climbed over the car, twisting its body like a snake to stand in front, showing its impressively muscular physique.
The horn's on the wyvern's head curved backwards from its skull and punctured the concrete roof of the building as it stood up fully, Debra guestimating its true size to be between 15 and 20 feet tall, with a four feet long draconic cock that ended in an angular forehead partially covered by foreskin. It differed from the blue-scaled wyverns in that it had a longer neck and a wider chest, its abdominal muscles bulging even further out and its pectoral muscles taut and tense as it flapped its wings. It screeched again, setting itself down on its clawed wingtips, puncturing the hood, bursting the cooler in a spray of hot vapour that impacted its face directly, momentarily stunning it. The rotating brushes came in then, from above and front the sides, bristles scraping against the wyvern's back, the ones on the sides scraping down its wings and then its thick thighs.
The red-scaled monster screeched as the middle brush came down to the base of its tail and it shifted about, screeching as the tail went over, almost getting tangled, the sharp bristles now grinding into its nutsack from behind while it was hemmed in.
Debra screamed and then drove forward, more steam exploding out, a warning light popping on the HUD. The tires squealed as the engine struggled to keep the wyvern in place while the rotating bristles ground its immense nutsack into a fine pulps, strands of purple blood and alien flesh being centrifuged down to the floor and up to spatter against the concrete ceiling. With its monstrous strength, the wyvern climbed up the car, its full weight making the roof collapse to the point where Debra was crushed against the steering wheel. It tried to climb further, a tire popping from the weight with a bang, the engine finally dying in a puff of noxious smoke.
But the rotating bristles kept following, and the wyvern had gotten its four foot cock stuck inside the car through the window as the machinery ground against its body. It tried to pull back, Debra getting a facefull of hard cock to the face, and then the cock almost cleared the entrance, down pointing down, when the bristles made contact.
The loud whooshing and whirs of the rotating brush was right in front of the zebra's face as the bent-down cock was impacted, the great wyvern screeching as an inch or so of its cock was sandpapered off from the frenulum to about halfway down. The whole car rocked as it struggled to escape, its cock bending backwards, and it now had its clawed wingtips into the ground behind the car, scrabbling at the floor, the wet and the soap there nullifying its monstrous strength.
Debra couldn't help but look up through the broken window, seeing the very tip of the wyvern's cock pointing towards the exit, the whole length splayed out on the roof just as the brush began its horizontal move.
An inhuman screech sounded out as the cock was squished against the metal and then slowly ground to a pulp, black ichor spurting out, running into the car as it was squeezed and scraped out to spatter forwards. The monster struggled mightily, car becoming more compressed, Debra's lungs beginning to burn from the crush from the steering wheel. Her eyes darted in panic to the side window, which was now a wash of purple blood and black ichor that ran down, almost fully obscuring the view to the carwash.
The last thing she saw before passing out was the partially severed, half-cut-open cockhead dangling limply like a set of plush dice, oozing black gore.  


Miguel's pants were wet. He shivered as he hid in the small windowed shack next to the free-fall ride of the travelling carnival, a pool of urine stinking up the air. The jackal peeked out through one of the windows, then crouched down again as he saw a pair of wyverns raking their claws into a screaming man's back, their slavering jaws red with blood from the meat they had already consumed. He could hear the screaming from the free-fall ride, which was on its way up, a pair of wyvern's clinging to the seating, one of them jabbing at a feline woman with its monstrous cock, the other one battering its wings as it tried to get a good angle to take a bite out of one of the cubs on the ride.
It had happened so soon. Miguel had activated the ride and it had begun its slow ascent and then the draconic monsters had attacked in a huge swarm, ripping into the carnival-goers like a pride of lions, rending and tearing as well as raping the many furs there who had ignored The Arrival and went on their merry lives.
Not so merry now, the jackal thought as the screeching wyvern on the seating had managed to rend the denim shorts off the feline woman, her helpless screams warbling down from the ride which was now at its maximum height, slowly rotating around, still ten seconds before it would drop at 80 miles an hour. With sick fascination, Miguel stared up, through the window, keeping his head dangerously high to observe the wyvern poke at the woman's crotch with its massive cock, the strapped-in feline's screams getting ever more desperate.
Another wyvern flew in, landing on the seating platform and the whole structure wobbled, an alarm blared inside the little shack as the ride took on far too much weight for it to handle and then the automated drop sequence activated with a lurch before the brakes kicked in 10 feet lower, causing the wyverns to halfway fall off, the rapist one holding on to the woman's shoulders with its clawed wingpaws, making her scream in agony as her flesh was torn open in a gush of blood that spattered down to the metal surface far underneath.
Miguel looked on with bated breath as another alarm sounded, watching the wyverns scramble to get up to their victims and then the platform dropped.
The rapist wyvern had its underbody below the platform and the jackal clenched his paws as it hurtled towards the ground, gasping as he watched in slow motion how the creature's thick legs impacted the surface, buckling, bones breaking sticking out, its monstrous cock underneath the seating of the ride, getting trapped under the high velocity impact. It squeezed in on itself, then burst as it was pressed flat as a pancake, the platform crashing into the steel bottom with a resounding crash. The wyvern reared its head back, screeching in pain, then convulsing in what appeared to be death throes, mangled legs scrabbling across the surface to no avail before the creature leaned back with almost a sigh, its crushed penis tearing off in a burst of black ichor that pooled on the steel. The seating platform bounced off the surface, rising up a few feet, and the monster's crushed member was all but turned into a pool of black gore, spattered with bits of blueish cockflesh here and there. Only a small broken nub stood out from the dead wyvern's crotch, the skin mangled, flapping open, black goop oozing out the torn orifice.
The two other wyverns hit the surface with their heads first, horns cracking off and necks snapping from the impacts, killing them instantly. The furred riders on the free-fall knocked unconscious, some eviscerated, bleeding to a merciful death.
Then glass shattered, sharp pain hit his eyes and Miguel was pushed back by a wyvern that clambered into the shack, its slavering jaws locking around his neck.


Amanda was in the back of the food stall washing the veggies when the commotion began. It wasn't uncommon for screams to be heard, but they got more insistent, and then she heard the feral screeches.
"It's the aliens! They are here!" Her boss said, Wayne a short-legged Bulldog who always wore a dirty apron, often with a cigarette in his mouth despite the new food safety regulations.
"Aliens?" The vixen said, just as a draconic monster appeared on the other side of the counter, screeching. She gasped as she took in the sight of the beast as it climbed inside, it's glowing blue eyes, narrow blue-scaled face that practically fused with its thick neck. Its wings had long claws jutting out at the second joint, it's upper arm-muscles bulging out as it climbed the counter, before it moved forward in a movement pattern halfway between a cat and a snake, tail undulating behind it as it came near the Bulldog. He shouted in fright, brandishing a kitchen knife.
"Take that!" He shouted, jumping forward, the steel sinking a few inches into the wyvern's scaled shoulder before it got stuck and the creature screeched, locking its jaws around his throat, throwing its head from side to side, tearing off his head in a gory mess of blood and torn flesh.
"WAYNE!" Amanda shouted, the vulpine backwalking, shivering in fright.
The wyvern locked eyes with her and it hissed, rearing up, a huge cock jumping up and down underneath its body like a horse's would. She gulped and turned to flee, but the monster was faster than she would have thought, screeching as it bore down on her, knocking her to the floor, then tearing at her crotch with its fangs.
She just had a summer dress underneath her apron, and the creature quickly had it all pushed away to reveal her panties, screeching as it moved in, clamping its jaw down on her shoulder. Amanda wiggled fast, escaping the bite with a tearing wound and then reached for the counters for any weapon might be there. She cried and shrieked as the monster bit down on her ankle, crunching bone and pulling her away, a food processor clutched in her paw, wire connected to the socket. The wyvern screeched and bore down on her again and she battered at its powerful jaw with the kitchen machine, grabbed its hindleg and pulled herself along the floor, getting a facefull of monstercock squeezed against her. She shrieked again as she felt the member pulse, eyes wide as she saw its horned texture and then screamed in defiance, hammering the food processor against the angular tip of the member, getting it stuck inside the machine. Unwittingly she turned it on as the wyvern screeched and reared back and the small blades began to spin, getting the creature's strange foreskin tangled and then ripped before cutting up the tip of the monster's cock and then moving further down on its own accord. As the cockhead was sliced one fraction of an inch at a time, the inner workings of the organ revealed itself, a thick urethral tunnel surrounded by a strange black-coloured goo. She saw how the clear plastic got stained with black ichor as dark as an octopus' ink and she dove in, braving the trashing wyvern, and pushed down on the machine, more and more of the creature's cock being mangled and cut up, the alien almost paralyzed from the pain she inflicted on it.
"FUCK YOU!" She screamed out, pushing with all her weight, the wyvern backwalking now, trying to get away from the pain, screeching as its two foot member was reduced inch by blade-cut inch. It jabbed down at her with its wings, but she was too close, it bit down on her shoulder, trying to dislodge her, but the angle was bad and it only succeeded in wounding her further without managing to pull her away from her gristly task.
Amanda screamed ever louder as more of the cock got cut up, black ichor spilling out of the machine, running down her paws to mix with her own blood that was now all over her body. She was bit again and finally the wyvern got a good angle, screeching as it threw her seven feet away to crash into a steel table, almost knocking her out.
Through half-lidded eyes, the vulpine saw the monster rear up, it's cock almost fully cut down, only a few mangled inches jutting out of its crotch, bleeding now as well as oozing out the black ichor that surrounded its torn urethra. Another gush of blood and gore spurted out and then the monster collapsed with a wheeze, Amanda putting her head down on the floor, blood loss making so, so tired as the adrenaline wore off and her ghastly bite wounds  bled her out.
Her vision was completely black when she heard a new screech, she felt the floor tremble as one of the monsters came close to her, and then she passed out, welcoming the oblivion.


Mirabelle panted as she ran between the stalls, trying a couple of doors, finding them locked, then finally finding one that opened, handle clattering under her sweaty paw. The ewe stopped on the spot, almost screaming, as she got a front-side view to one of the draconic beasts raping an unconscious and bleeding fox woman. The creature stared at her with its baleful, glowing blue eyes and reared its massive hips back and forth even harder, rocking the woman forward on the floor towards the stunned sheep.
She turned and ran, not one for fighting, and she ducked down as she saw several shapes fly through the air above her, their otherworldly screeches echoing in the narraw passage way. Then she was at the back, a fenced-off area where the carnival workers would rest and eat and live, shielded from the guests. No one was here now and she looked from side to side, trying to find a good hiding place.
The ewe heard a loud whoosh coming from her side and instinct made her dash forward, a wyvern screeching as it bore down, landing too fast and crashing into one of the buildings. Mirabelle ran as fast as she could the opposite way, ducking under some clotheslines, the beast behind her dragging itself along the ground by the bony protrusions of its wings. She tried a door, finding it locked, tried another one, shaking, tremoring with fright, muttering to herself "come on come on come on" but didn't find any way out of the enclosed area.
She looked over her back, screamed as the wyvern was just a few yards away, tangled up in the clotheslines, a couple pieces of garment stuck on its horns, and she ran along, spotting a circus wagon which she dove under, the wyvern in hot pursuit.
The wooden wagon groaned as the wyvern got its head underneath the crawlspace Mirabelle was hurriedly dragging herself through, then pressed itself forward, halfway lifting the thing, then getting crushed down by its weight, the backwards facing horns on its skull getting stuck in the wood. Then it screeched out, the tone a bit more high-pitched than before, but the vixen didn't care as she managed to crawl to the other side, getting to her footpaws again, running as fast as possible.


Jebediah struck the exposed nutsack again with the fire extinguisher, the heaviest object he had managed to find for self defense. The wyvern screeched underneath the wagon, dragging the whole thing a few inches backwards as it convulsed, tail lashing from side to side, extremely muscular legs working into the soil for purchase. He lifted the heavy, red cylinder into the air and roared as he brought it down yet again, arms already tiring, and the bruised pouch about the size of two melons burst open in a gush of blood and trailing of some kind of black goo. The whites of the monster's stones were exposed and he lifted the extinguisher again and again, shouting incomprehensibly in frightful rage, crushing the orbs until they were splattered onto the grass.
Then the creature finally got itself out from under the circus wagon, screeching in pain and rage, rearing up, it's two foot cock spasming, jetting out squirts of purple blood from its fractured nuts. Jebediah ran in, the creature bit downwards, but his charge had the heavy metal of the fire extinguisher impact its shaft, crushing it against the creature's muscular stomach, nearly breaking the organ. The wyvern screeched and battered its wings, the man stepping back with a curse as dust flew into his eyes, waving the cylinder back and forth in what he hoped was a threatening manner.
With a whoosh, the wyvern took flight, but only to charge at him, its snout crashing into his chest, sending him tumbling backwards. It screeched again as he tried to get his bearings, then got stuck in the clotheslines, breaking some, one of them looping around with a *twang*, whipping against its body, then coiling around its cock in a single loop. It pressed forward, slavering jaws dribbling feral saliva and then the string went taut, the loop miraculously holding firm around its bruised cock and it reared its head backwards from the pain.
Jebediah saw this as his opening and he darted forward, eyes fixed on the loose string. The wyvern snapped at him as he bent down to grab it and then he ran the opposite side, tightening the loop.
The scaled monster screeched again as the clothesline tightened around its member, digging deep into its flesh. He ran to the other side, looping the string around again almost like a rodeo-rider, managing to get two more twists onto the wyvern's draconic member, digging ever deeper into the pale-blue flesh. Jebediah grunted as he coiled the string around his paws, the pain in his joints acute, but the wyvern's worse and he gritted his teeth and pulled.


Emily gasped as she saw the resident strongman, the Pitbull Jebediah, struggle with the wyvern, crushing its balls, then managing to get it in quite the bind. She watched with bated breath as the man's entire body grew taut, always only wearing overalls and no shirt, bulging arms muscles trembling as he put all his strength into that narrow length of rope. She put her paws to her muzzle as something gave and the wyvern screeched in such a high pitch it might as well have been a mosquito buzzing, cockflesh tearing, black ichor slowly dripping to the ground as it was cut deeper and deeper. The beast tried to take flight, and the Pitbull went airborne for a few seconds as the creature went up in the air, but it only served to cut the string deeper and the ocelot watched with grim fascination as the string cut so deeply it finally severed the length in multiple places, three bits of cock dumping down on the ground, the wyvern screeching and flying off, a gush of purple blood and black ichor dribbling down in its wake from its torn and ruptured genitals.
The gore-dripping monster managed to fly for all of ten seconds before it dropped down towards the ground like a stone and Emily whooped, calling out to the Pitbull.
"You did it, Jebediah!" She cried out, pumping her fist into the air, and the man turned to face her, smiling, his paws dripping blood from the string that had cut into them. Then his eyes focused above her and he shouted in terror, loud screeches heard as a couple of wyverns flew down, one of them barreling into him, instantly raking him with its clawed hindlegs, splitting his abdomen open, entrails ripped up and torn out of the dying canine's stomach.
The other one landed close to her, turned, its draconic erection bobbing as it hissed, crouching down and darting towards her.
Emily screamed and turned tail, heading into the stall-building again, the wyvern hurtling against the wooden door in which opening she had stood. It tore off the frame like it was nothing, splintered wood bending, somehow still sticking together, sticking around its thick neck like some kind of necklace. It screeched again and shook its head from side to side, Emily running further away while it was distracted.
The vulpine woman then stopped in her tracks. The smell of cooking oil was heavy in here, the stall serving soft ice and churros. The vat containing the cooking oil for the churros was a 2 gallon steel container with handles, heated by a gas burner underneath. Emily frowned at the boiling oil, then looked at the wyvern which had almost disentangled itself from the doorframe, it's blue, glowing eyes staring at her like a piece of meat. In the spur of the moment, having seen the monsters' weakness first hand, she screamed in frightful rage, grabbed the handles of the cooker, and hoisted it down, almost dropping it on her feet, her sandal-covered footpaws sizzling as some of it sloshed out to splatter on the floor. She screamed in defiance and pain and picked up speed, awkwardly carrying the boiling oil, and with a herculean effort she flung the oil out of the container, the wyvern rearing up, screaming its challenge, 2 foot erection bobbing in the air.
It screeched then as the oil made contact, and Emily threw the steel container at its head for good measure, oil splashing around, impacting her own face, chest and arms. Still, she smiled grimly as the monster trashed about on the ground, cooking oil sizzling, burning into its cock, frying it from the outside. It screeched and hissed, turning over tables and sending cookware flying left and right as it trashed about, a cloud of malodorous steam rising from its crotch.
"Take that you fucker!" Emily screamed, looking around for something else to hurt it with, all thoughts of escape gone from her mind. The monster screeched back, its hindlegs scratching at the floor and it reared up, screeching, blue eyes staring balefully down at her, cock strutting out. With horrid fascination she noted how the blueish cockskin had turned black and hung in threads, multiple areas so burned through that the black goo inside was oozing out, steaming, plopping to the floor. It took a step forward, its fried nutsack dangling, and the boiled skin there ballooned with blisters that popped, the pouch ripping open, purple blood spewing out as its naked stones suddenly dangled about. The monster grew silent, opening its maw, working its powerful neck muscles, and then it went right down to the floor again, trashing around in inhuman pain.
Certain that she had dealt it a mortal wound, the woman turned to run, hoping she could find some locked room or maybe a shipping container to hide in.

 
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Jeremy Webster was cursing, his truck swerving left and right as the wyvern on the roof scratched at it, it's slavering maw hammering against the side window. He had his pistol ready, but hadn't yet taken a shot, trying to keep his eyes on the road while terror gripped his heart.
The Arrival had happened three days ago and he had been stuck at the power plant. Him and the other workers had agreed to stay, sleeping in the break room, keeping the power on for the city. Just an hour ago, the alien monsters had attacked the plant, and even though plenty of the men carried guns, it hadn't been enough and they had been overrun, a few of them escaping.
Glass cracked and he cursed again, then shouted as it broke inwards, the loud screeching of the wyvern mixing with the whooshing of air coming in at highway speed. It snapped at his shoulder, caught fabric mostly, and he reached across, putting the gun between the creature's eyes. A loud crack almost deafened him, causing him to swerve from the pain in his ears, as the wyvern caught a .45 ACP to the dome, falling off the truck, tumbling and twisting on the highway as he drove off.
Cars were scattered everywhere, some burned out, others parked neatly with all their windows bashed in, blood stains galore, half or almost wholly eaten corpses strewn on the asphalt.
Jeremy had been gunning for his house in the suburbs, but he saw the many flying shapes blotting out the sky there, and opted to take an earlier exit, driving towards the mall. It seemed like a big and secure building to hide out in.
Plenty of cars where on the parking lot, many of them broken or burned out and he noted a single wyvern flying above, circling the structure. He parked right next to the entrance and noted the tables and whatnot barring his entrance, a metal security screen pulled down in front of the barricade.
"Hey, up here!" Someone shouted and he peeked up, a young hyena with a black mohawk staring down from an open window. A rope uncoiled and Jemery frowned as he looked up at the ascent. Still, there was no other way it seemed and he managed to climb the knotted rope one foot at a time, thankful that his job kept him relatively fit. When he crested the window he was pulled in by a gaggle of furs old and young, who then shut the window and barred it with indoor security metal grills fastened by a deadbolt.
"Man you are lucky!" The hyena said, the guy a late teen if Jeremy had to guess. "The aliens flew off this morning to God knows where, was a whole pack of them nesting on the roof!"
"Good thing the mall is burglar proofed," another man said, a tall grizzly bear carrying a hunting rifle.
"Got any more of those?" Jeremy asked, pointing at the gun.
"Nah. Whole mall was looted on the first day, people got at the firearms first for obvious reasons."
"Hey guys!" A woman said, a matronly zebra with oversized, pink glasses. "There's some kind of address on the government website!"
They all went into an electronics store where the woman pointed to a turned on computer which showed the president speaking.
"My fellow Americans. The Earth and our nation is beset by an alien foe that cannot be reasoned with, which only lives to kill and destroy our lives. What we have all experienced was just the first wave. A second, much bigger wave is coming. Millions of the beasts are set to arrive in just 48 hours. I will now turn to the director of NASA who has studied the monsters together with the best and brightest in her field. Listen well to what she has to say if you want to make it out of this alive."
"Fucking scientists.." The hyena muttered, then shutting up as the zebra shushed him.
"May God help us all.." The president finished and the screen flickered, turning to a new feed, much lower in resolution, the stern face of a bandaged poodle staring at the camera.
Jeremy gasped as he saw her appearance, the entire left side of her head including her eye was covered in bandages that had small specks of blood seeping through. Her right arm ended just below the shoulder, a clean bandage around the stump. She looked dead-tired and deadly serious. She began her presentation without any fanfare, voice gravelly as if she had subsisted on coffee and cigarettes for days on end.
"The aliens have two weak points. Their brains and their reproductive organs."
A montage then showed, captured wyverns in chains being shot at, having their cocks split open by buzz-saws, grenades exploding in front of them and much more.
"They do not breathe as they do not have lungs. We have deduced that they synthesize what they eat to somehow be stored as organic Dark Matter, which we have found resonates with gamma radiation, like that from an X-ray machine. This is the scientific discovery of a generation, but for now, what must be known is that their metabolic system is powered by the alien's penis."
The hyena giggled at that, the zebra not even bothering to shush him.
"The brain is protected by thick bone, much like a boar or other large mammals. It can be pierced by rifle bullets or large pistol calibers at short range. I implore you all to arm yourself and stick together. One last thing, these monsters rape and inject a fast-growing parasite into the female's womb. Within 20 minutes a new monster tears its way out of her body. Do not let them get you." The woman then looked at the camera, her one eye narrowing. "Give them Hell!"

"Jesus Christ..." The brown-furred bull said, gawping at the screen. Jamal took in his work-stained overalls and the logo there, looking at him askew.
"You from the power plant?" He asked.
"Yeah. Had to flee it, the aliens attacked us earlier today."
"Will the power go out then?" The zebra woman, Debbie, asked him.
"The coal crane is automated, but sooner or later there will be an error of some kind. If nothing else, the conveyer belts that feed the storage hall are manually operated. At most there'll be power on for another 4 days before it shuts down."
They all looked at one another for a few moments, wide eyes staring frightfully, the idea of facing the menace without even electricity a daunting thought.
Then someone screamed from the main hall and they all ran out to see what the commotion was.
Through the barred windows, Jamal noted the arrival of dozens of the flying monsters, once again circling the building, one of them landing to perch at the barred window they had pulled the bull through. It battered against the security glass, slowly hammering the frame itself loose, a crunching sound heard as plaster and steel snapped and broke off in small parts, the grating bulging inwards.
Jamal ran.

Henry McAllister hefted his hunting rifle, ushering the others to head further into the mall. He was one of the few who had a gun and he chambered a round into the semiautomatic, lining the barrel up with the screeching wyvern.
He shot thrice, and the monster's skull imploded, the creature falling off the ledge. Then another one barreled against the security glass, crashing the entire frame off, its weight impacting the security grill which bent inwards with an alarming groan. The grizzly shot again, and again, but his aim was a little off due to his fright, and the bullets ricocheted off the creature's draconic skull. It screeched and then hurtled through the metal, deadbolt snapping cleanly off from its sheer weight and strength.
It climbed through the opening, one wing at a time, and he emptied his magazine, the monster finally dying with its head halfway shot off.
Then another climbed through and the trigger just clicked. Henry stood paralyzed as the monster undulated its way through the window, then sprung forward propelled by its massive and muscular hind legs.  Almost on instinct, he presented the rifle horizontally, the slavering maw of the draconic creature biting into it, composites cracking and breaking apart, the barrel itself bending under the pressure. A couple of shots rang out, bullets dinging off the monster's skull and it reared back, screeching its challenge to the bull who had a big pistol drawn, aiming down the sights.
Henry saw in slow motion as the gun fired off a couple more rounds, squarely impacting the wyvern's massive erection, the blueish meat imploding as the hollow points tore through, black ichor and purple blood spraying against the monster's white-scaled abdominal muscles. Another shot rang out and the member was almost severed, hanging down limply, cut through about a third of the way up the shaft, the urethral tube seemingly the only thing keeping it attached other than torn flesh. Black goo spattered onto the floor and the wyvern screeched in pain, back-tracking, getting tangled with another one that was climbing through the window.
"Come on man, we have to go!" The bull said, Henry shaking, still holding the broken rifle in his paws. "NOW!"


Martin heard the gunshots and the screeches and he ducked behind the counter of the gun store. It had been fully looted, not a single gun left as the suburbanites had gone feral in their need to protect themselves and their families.
The Labrador teen was clutching a hunting bow, one of those fancy ones that in many ways resembled the competition bows he had won bronze medals with. He had a quiver slung around his waits, the barbed hunting arrows there a source of comfort. Two men ran past, one of them with a gun in his paw, and soon after a couple of wyverns came by, one of them flying low, the other one slithering along the floor like a reptile, dragging the bony protrusions on its wings into the floor. Another one crawled by, more slowly, thick neck moving from side to side as if it was sniffing the air. It then stared directly at Martin, blue eyes glowing with predatory hunger as it screeched and entered the store.
The Labrador stood up then, pulling back the bowstring, shaking with fright as the creature came near, and he unleashed the arrow which struck it squarely in one of its eyes.
A gold-medal shot he thought.
Screeching in pain, the wyvern trashed about, barging into display shelves and scattering merchandise all over. Martin had another arrow knocked now, trying to get a good shot, and the wyvern looked at him, screeching, hurtling forward, enraged by the pain. With a *pling* the arrow bounced off the monster's thick skull, a furrow dug in, dripping blood down in the ruined eye. He yelped and knocked another arrow, the alien rearing up, screeching its challenge, massive cock throbbing in the air. Martin let loose, and the barbed hunting arrow impacted its oversized nutsack, cracking a testicle open and spearing it through, only the feathered end showing.
That caused the wyvern to go utterly crazy, dragging its body along the ground, wings flapping at it took a short flight, crashing into more shelves. It dug its jaws down in feral desperation, managing to bite into the feathers, dragging and pulling at the shaft. It was almost in slow motion. The split-open skin bulged outwards as the arrow-head, with four barbs, stick on the backside of its testicle, dragging at it, the wyvern screeching louder, then working its muscular neck to rip the arrow out.
Only issue for the monster was that it extracted its massive testicle instead, yanking the organ out in a spray of purple blood, the tubing connecting to its body dangling as it shook its head from side to side, more and more of the tubing exiting its body until it grew taut with almost a *twang*, then ripping off, the monster screeching even louder as it threw the arrow-testicle to the side, glistening urethral tubing wavering through the air.
Now it bellowed, a deeper sound, and Martin stared down his bow as it darted forward with surprising speed, climbing the counter he was hiding behind, the Labrador backpedaling to keep his distance. The angle was bad, but he did not dare wait for it to rear up, and he took his shot, the arrow hurtling through the air, feathers spinning as it traversed along the wyvern's hunched up body, before impacting its angular cockhead straight on. The blueish member was split open four ways, 8-10 inches down the shaft, draconic meat dangling like an open, gory flower, the black goo inside spurting in all directions as the hunting arrow embedded itself.
The monster screeched, then hurtled away, trashing about as blood and black gore spewed out of its member, and Martin jumped over the counter, running as fast as possible, turning right and away from where the wyvern had come, screeches heard behind him.

Elsewhere in the mall, Bo Banton was huffing as he ran up the escalator, a screeching wyvern in hot pursuit.
It bore down on his and he fell painfully against the steel steps, the wyvern too wide to get a good bite in, the handrails on either side getting in the way of its wings. He felt it climb around, the escalator almost stopping as it got a hind leg down, grabbing at his foot, which he kicked, escaping its clutch, the claws instead grabbing onto the step itself. The monster screeched, battered its wings and tore off the step, Bo yelping as he felt his foot drop down the hole before he scrambled up and elbows and knees, trying to get away.
With a crash, the draconic alien let the escalator step drop the floor and the greyhound turned around, barely having made it one step before freezing in fear. The monster screeched as it dove in, maw open, the man's last view sharp teeth that enveloped his skull.

"NO!" Xander roared, training his shotgun at the monster. He was on the second floor along the balustrade looking down at the greyhound getting his head torn off and eaten. The wyvern screeching, flapping its wings, slowly ascending upwards. As it came to the final part it suddenly yowled almost like a cat. The elk's eyes widened as he saw the cause, its monstrous member had been caught in the torn-off opening into the mechanics of the escalator.
The machinery groaned and the bloodstained monster reared its head back, trying to work its muscular hind legs, wings flapping uselessly as its member was being ground into little pieces, torn and tugged apart by metal and motors.
For the wyvern, it seemed as if the eternity in space was a mere blink compared to the slow sensation of its lifegiving organ being sundered. It screeched and undulated its body, but the irrevocable pull of the escalator's internals had its two foot cock being slowly obliterated. It screeched as it felt the pulsing black goo being squeezed and scraped out, soiling the mechanics, to the point where the machinery ground to a halt, clogged up with gore and purple blood and extra-terrestrial goop. It wheezed as it felt itself grow lightheaded and then collapsed forward, its wings draped uselessly over the handrails.  
The elk watched on in horrified fascination as the mangled lump of torn meat was bumping up and down as the escalator slowly ate it, the machinery slowing down, gore and purple blood clogging the internals, the mangled draconic member down almost to its root when the whole thing stopped turning with a mechanical *clank* that reverberated in the mall.
Then a loud screech reverberated and the man looked in horror as a red-scaled wyvern flew by, almost half again as large as the one just killed, with a much longer neck. It turned its head, baleful glowing eyes watching him and then it banked and the man turned tail and fled.
He made it along the balustrade and came to a glass bridge that crossed the mall, once one of its main attractions, and he ran across it as the wyvern came in, screeching as its hind legs raked at him, the man throwing himself to the floor to avoid being snatched up. He wasn't in the best of shape, muzzle grey with age, antlers brittle and prone to snapping off, and he struggled to get on his footpaws again when the creature whizzed by almost silently, huge claws raking his back and his neck, digging deep furrows that made him cry out in pain, Still, he managed to hold on to his double-barreled shotgun and he got up again, screaming in defiance, aiming at the great wyvern which had banked a turn and was coming in screeching, four foot cock spasming underneath its more than 20 foot long body.
He squeezed hard and twin blasts erupted, hundreds of pellets shooting out, peppering the underside of the monster's body, many digging into its oversized cock and balls, making it screech in pain, angling away, shaking its long neck. It then screeched again, more intensely, and dove around from the other side, Xander scrambling with his pockets for a couple of shells, loading them into the still-smoking chambers. It bore down on him and he managed to hurl himself to the side, then stumble into an awkward run, the wyvern in hot pursuit. It battered him with a wingtip, mercifully not striking him with the claw, instead making him crash into the handrails. His vision swam as he looked down the 2story drop, then his eyes widened as he noticed the netting which was underneath, a suicide prevention feature after a couple of high-profile cases. The screech from behind convinced him and he dropped over, whooping as he fell into the hard-woven netting, his shotgun falling out of his paws, wobbling as it settled a couple of feet away, close to the edge.
"Come on come on come on..." he muttered as he climbed forward, the awkward angle making the wounds on his back hurt fiercely, his shaking paw managing to make contact.
The wyvern screeched and jumped down, clawed hindlegs wrapping around a few squares of the netting, popping them, the whole thing sagging dangerously from its immense weight. Xander screamed, letting himself lean backwards, hoping the whole thing would hold as he aimed down the barrel from the unnatural position. The red-scaled wyvern reared up, its impressively muscular physique on display as it battered its wings, ostensible as much for balance as for intimidation, as the monster wobbled on the bouncy surface, claws ripping a few more holes.
It then set itself down and climbed, using its wings for purchase, suddenly making its head be only a few feet away from the elk. He roared and blasted the monster with both shells, peppering its massive, slavering maw and eyes with the pellets, a few of them managing to hit into the glowing orbs, blinding the monster, which screeched and tried to rear up, biting at him, but stopping short just a few inches from his face, spittle and purple blood spraying his features.
He whimpered and struggled backwards, but the wyvern remained in place, screeching, trying to pull forward but seemingly stuck. He frowned and then noted that the monster had somehow managed to get its draconic cock stuck in the netting, the throbbinng member jutting out from underneath, still bleeding from the two shells he had fired earlier. Something came over the old elk and he re-loaded, then climbed to the side, looking down at the hard floor underneath, the deadly drop making him swoon a little as the whole netting rocked and swayed with the struggling wyvern's motions.
He grunted then, one paw on the rope, the other trying to hold the shotgun steady as he got his body  underneath, extending his arms, the strength from his work allowing him to hold the firearm extended in one paw, sighting in the dangling, trapped cock. The angular cockhead was jutting straight ahead, and he had the shot lined up from the side at a 45degree angle, barrels pointing at the center of the shaft.
Xander shot and then he screamed.

Jeremy was looking up at the scene, blood running down his face from a cut, useless pistol in his paw, magazine spent. He saw the trapped, red-scaled wyvern, the old elk bravely facing it, climbing to the edge of the netting, twin shots going off.
He winced in shared pain as the old man's shoulder dislocated from the force, the shotgun shooting through the air from the recoil, twisting and turning before clattering loudly on the floor close to him.
The monster's cock was practically sundered, the man had managed to get the ends of the barrels within a foot of the draconic member before shooting and dozens, if not hundreds, of wounds trailed blood and black goo in twin bursts radiating from about the center of the monster's cock. The twin multi-wounds were located close to the upper part of the shaft and down the center, almost a foot away from its base, the pellets having powered through, almost each wound having an entrance and exit hole that dripped out its lifeblood.
Screeching and struggling, the monster was kept in place as it never got the angle, its cock continuing to be trapped while it bled out slowly, a veritable rain of gore and goo and purple blood raining down into the ground floor of the mall.


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"Clear!"
*ZAP*
"We are losing him!"
"100CCs of adrenaline stat!"
*BEEEEEEP*
"Clear!"
*ZAP*

The heartrate monitor jumped to life, a weak spike showing, then the rhytm got started, slow and weak and still oh-so-close to death.
"Patch up that wound now, tie the artery, we are going to have to amputate!" Doctor Hao said, the tall, bespectacled panda adjusting his foggy glasses.
This was the twelfth amputation today. He shivered as he remembered the static-scratching radio message telling of "The Swarm".
Just as the Earth had, more or less, managed to deal with the first arrival of the monstrous aliens, a much bigger force had been bearing down and was now arriving. City blocks had been walled off, national guardsmen deployed, tanks on the streets.
But the sheer number of the creatures meant the hospital was overflowing with grievously wounded patients.
A loud crash came from the hallway then, louder screeches, and the panda's breath stuck in his throat.

Nurse Becky screamed shrilly as the door slammed open, a wyvern struggling to pass through, getting first one, then the other wing inside, before it clambered forward halfway between a lizard and snake with its wingtips on the floor. It threw itself onto doctor Hao, one of the best physicians in the entire damn city, and its slavering maw tore out his throat just like that, the panda falling to the ground with blood spurting out like in a horror movie, painting the ceiling with his sanguine fluids.
The bovine nurse still held the defibrillator in her paws, the machine still whirring at full charge, and the wyvern took note of her, moving its short neck to stare at her with glowing, blue eyes. It pounced, driving her to the ground, its huge cock grinding against her abdomen through her smock, then further up, cocktip erupting a jet of pre that coated her face with its alien musk.
She screamed then, smacking the two pads together around the center of the monster's length, and high voltage coursed through it, the monster shuddering, meat sizzling as she kept it on, the high-power charge making the black goo within tremble and then pop in its organic cells, the cock growing limp as the electricity coursed through it and destroyed its internals until the monster gave a wheeze and collapsed on top of her.
The wyvern's member was now more like a limp worm, a swollen, rubbery organ filled with sizzling ichor and boiled blood.


Elsewhere, Joel the technician was trying to operate the new x-ray room.
It was a smart thing, highly accurate, the patient just needing to stand there without having anything pressed here or there, an array of gamma emitters precisely angled here and there for the most accurate pictures in the history of medical science.
Inside, a wyvern was mangling a patient, an old giraffe woman, tearing her head partially off while it raped her, Joel trembling as he operated the controls.
AI-driven targeting struggled to make a precise targeting and he had to turn it off, instead focusing the 198 gamma emitters right at the general area where the monster's cock was thrusting into the dead woman. Joel had been there when it had been installed and he grinned at the thought of being shown "what not to do", getting into the back menu, pushing the power up beyond the limitations set by the manufacturer.
He pushed the button, and 198 gamma emitters focused in on a 3 by 3 foot square, roughly where the wyvern's 2foot cock was, and the draconic creature hissed as the radiation struck it. Then it squirmed, pulling out, screeching wildly as its whole cock seemed to pulse like a maggot moving, an undulating movement from tip to base and back again.
Joel cursed in shock as the whole thing exploded with a loud *pop*, the window he was looking through fully coated with purple blood and black ichor.

Hans Grover was pushing the gurney as fast as he could, the wounded woman on it groaning as he skidded past a corner, a blue-scaled wyvern in hot pursuit.
The  porter was huffing as he came to an elevator, slamming the button, the car mercifully on the same floor, doors opening at once. He rushed the gurney inside, slammed the button for the fifth floor, then turned with his heart hammering in his throat as he heard the wyvern come close. It screeched as it struck its head inside and he cursed, pulling back, grabbing the handrail and kicking out, steel-shod work boot impacting it under its maw, making its teeth clack. He kicked it again, trying to fend it off and then the door closed, crushing its short neck, just at an angle where the sensors wouldn't detect it. Motors whirred and he kicked again and again, feeling like his toes were breaking, but he saw how a wound was opening on its chin, the monster screeching in rage and pain.
Then the motors gave up, a failsafe, and the doors opened. The draconic alien reared back, then snapped forward, its teeth biting into his boot as he kicked out again, shaking its neck, making him fly around inside the elevator carriage with pained shouts, smacking his shoulder, his head, his back. It then reared back, its hindlegs against the outer entrance to the elevator, pulling at him, when the door closed again, the monster  screeching as it let go, pulling its head out. The wyvern had its hind legs dug into the front of the entrance to the elevator, its head moved to the outside, its white-scaled abdomen vertical, with its muscular stomach a literal wall of flesh that obstructed the view to the hallway.
However, its two foot cock was still inside, and just a second before the wyvern pulled fully back, the elevator doors came together, trapping it just behind its humanoid glans, squeezing the organ, making the cockhead pop, black goo spurting out of its angular tip.
The porter's leonine paws reached for the buttons, trembling, blood running down his face and mane, pressing the floor number again and again, the elevator not wanting to move with the doors not fully shut.
"SHIT!" He was growing dazed now, the hit on his hard enough to knock weaker men out.
He could hear the wyvern screech, pushing and pulling. He remembered being shown the secret controls by an elevator tech a couple of years back. Push this and that and this button at once to override.
Just as he remembered that, the doors opened and he pushed the combination.
The wyvern had been struggling back and forth, hindpaws scratching the wall as it tugged and twisted its body. The monster was pushing in when the door opened, all of its cock entered, and then Hans Grover pushed the combination, the doors quickly shutting again, trapping the wyvern's member lengthwise, squeezing in from its base all the way to its partially crushed dickhead.
He kept on the pressure, electrical motors whirring as they went into overdrive, slowly crushing the wyvern's draconic cock, squeezing it until wounds popped open, purple blood and black ichor spewing into the carriage. He could he the creature's hind claws scratching frantically at the steel on the outside, sounding as if it was tearing the metal panels off in its throes.
Finally, a stench of burned mechanics filled the room and the motors died out, the wyvern's cock sliced off, lying like a sausage split down the middle. An alarm went off, going into "maintenance mode" and he let himself drop to the floor, leaning against the wall, dazed and bleeding, safe in the knowledge that the doors would not open again.


At the very top of the hospital, sergeant Hoskins was barking orders. There was a helipad here, and every one of those in the city had been given over to the military, attack choppers using them as basing grounds to support the soldiers on the ground, the machines whirring around the city in wolfpack formations of 3, more than enough to keep up with the horde of wyverns that were flying around as long as they kept their wits about them.
He was manning the machine gun nest, one of 4 that had been strategically placed, and 50cal spewed out, downing one monster after the other.
The wolf looked over the rooftops, noting the burning buildings, the faint screams, the louder screeches, the gunfire and AA missiles that struck the creatures.
Orders had been coming from the government. It was not effective to use a 200.000 dollar missile on a wyvern when a machine gun could do the same job.
But damn it was practical, the man noted, as he saw a beast being hit in the groin. It was one of the red ones, huge motherfuckers with four foot long cocks. Its entire lower body was blackened by the blast, its cock and nuts blasted to smithereens, and it dropped to the ground with its wings flapping weakly, tumbling and turning until it was out of sight.

Then a wyvern screeched as it bore down and the sergeant shouted "DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE!" as he unloaded his machine gun, knowing the safety of the helipad would mean the birds could be re-supplied to keep on the struggle against the alien menace.



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