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The Fallen

By: SlaveMasterUK



Prose for the Fallen

Wide-eyed and terrified
Upgraded and modified
Tormented urge becoming amplified

By inhuman torture of needs denied

Prologue

Carly stood on the precipice at the edge of the clearing, looking down at the white river thundering past far below. Spray kicked up from the water as it tumbled over the rocky valley, obscuring the view further up into the mountains; across the valley atop the steep granite cliff the hills rolled away, gradually subsiding into the plains, empty, barren, abandoned, far beyond her view.

She remembered only a short while ago standing on the exact same spot, gazing at the rugged, serene beauty of the mountainside. And she had said to herself, right then, that she would be happy to spend the rest of her life there with Lonnie, under the fast-moving clouds and the chill, hard-edged wind, so clean and fresh and free of pollution. She had not considered at the time that some day, fate may bring her back to that very spot, and have her stand atop the cliff, feeling the cold breeze on her tear-stained cheeks, wondering just how much of that sentimental thought had been truth.

Fallen

Carly hugged the minigun close to her chest, struggling to keep its heavy barrel aimed away from her with one hand while the other scrabbled against the slimy concrete wall, desperately searching for a hand-hold. Her right boot skittered frantically against the slippery floor, leaving grey trails of bare concrete in the brown-green slime. Her left foot barely moved, sticking out from her leg at an obscene angle; she winced every time it touched the floor, trying to stifle her moans of agony.

Tears of fear and pain ran from her wide red-rimmed eyes down her soiled cheeks, painting thin pink lines on her muddy face. Around her lips and over them they fell; she blew hard each time she felt a droplet near her mouth, not wanting to swallow any of the grime that mixed with the salty drops. A bare hand found a small crack between two of the giant concrete blocks that made the wall. Her fast panting became one long laboured breath as she fought to pull her extra weight upright and wedge herself into the corner. She stood there for a moment, clinging to the wall while she regained her breath, closing her eyes for just a few seconds to clear away the tears and stinging toxic slime.

The noxious smell of toxic waste filled the air, but it was somehow more comforting than the rotten smell of death in the factory above. Almost human; smells like this could as easily exist in chemical plants back on Earth as here on this vile cesspool of decay, this nameless heavy ball of infested grey rock.

Carly had been part of the first wave of the counter-attack, one of the hundreds of marines despatched from the orbiting battleship. The ground-to-air defence mechanisms had been stronger than reconnaissance reports had shown, and many of the marines had been lost on that first drop. She was one of the survivors, crashing down alone into a heavily industrial region, far from the intended drop-zone around the enemy’s main reactor.

Carly’s progress had been slow but steady between the tall buildings and smoke-belching pipes, resistance low but tough when encountered. Enemy sentries were heavy and powerful, but slow to react; she had played on her advantage by losing them among the narrow alleyways and rusting gantries or diving in and out of cover to eliminate those forces that stood in her way.

A tracking device in her mobile mission computer had informed Mission Control of her location, and as she had passed another bleak factory set into a cliff her console bleeped, alerting her to a new objective. Mission Control had wanted her to enter the plant and sabotage the machinery within, immediately disrupting the enemy’s supply of battle-ready soldiers. Carly had found a utility entrance and made her way inside, but the plant’s security system was alerted and she had been ambushed and cornered.

Carly had taken a hit from a railgun: a solid uranium slug the size of her bunched fist had ripped past her torso at several times the speed of sound, leaving a visible trail of torn air and a sonic boom that knocked her off her feet. It had rebounded heavily from the metal post behind her and hit her shin, snapping the bone in two like a twig. Shedding her weapons and packs to escape quickly, Carly had disappeared into an empty waste pipe and slithered through the narrow tube to the sewers, to navigate the humming pipes and fizzing pools of the toxic waste plant beyond, all the way looking for medical supplies left at first aid posts.

A sudden sound brought Carly from her memory and she opened her eyes, staring towards the corner ahead of her – the only way in to her little dead-end hiding place. One of the vile creatures rounded the corner, knock knocking its way quickly towards her on thick metal legs. One arm was a bloodstained metal spike, the other a fat round club, dull grey in the dim half-light. A berserker – melee weapons only.

Carly’s good foot slipped from under her as she let go of the wall to grasp the top handle of the minigun. She let out a scream as she sank heavily to the hard slimy floor, laying round after ear splitting round into the approaching brute. Sparks flew from its metal limbs, blood spat from its thick hard flesh, but still it powered quickly towards her, surprisingly steady and unstoppable as a locomotive on its hard feet. Carly’s scream became a moan of frustrated despair as the harsh tat-tat-tat of the minigun became a quiet whine and the barrel span freely, gun-smoke curling out from its works in little vortices.

Quickly she dropped the gun, crying out as its hard weight landed on her broken leg. Her right hand dropped to her holster, searching for her pistol – fully charged for herself. Deftly she unfastened it and swung it towards her head, but the berserker was already bearing down on her. Her arm instinctively covered her face as its thick club swung at her head, driving her limb into her face with a sudden sharp pain and a sound like crunching bone. Her sight faded quickly to black, leaving nothing but the pain, then the memory of pain, then nothing at all.

***

Lieutenant Graham gazed at herself in the mirror, admiring her own body. Despite the fear running through her veins, she hadn’t forgotten how long the voyage out had been, and how long it would be before she got back home, and off the cramped battleship. The tiny female bunkroom held fifty women, all tightly packed together. The shift rotation meant more than half the room was occupied twenty-four hours a day, with waking crew members giving up their bunks to those who were just finishing their shifts. That meant the washroom was pretty much always in use too, as was the communal latrine. The most privacy a woman had on the ship was under her sheets, three feet away from the women either side of her.

The voices of some of the mid-shift crew filtered through the sound from the shower jets, quiet and subdued in the current situation. Bright yellow strips illuminated everywhere, constantly reminding Carly of their location, their yellow alert status, tugging her back to reality as she looked at her body, wondering what had made her want to do this.

Of the hundred and twenty women on board, she alone would be blasting headfirst to the surface tomorrow with the men, lying face down in the little pod as it powers towards the ground. There she would find a moment’s privacy – there would be a twenty-minute prep-time after the pod was locked shut, and the ten-minute journey through the stratosphere to the ground. A pang of intense excitement hit her as she considered what she could do alone in the pod – a fantasy only, but exciting none-the-less.

Carly realised she was starting to tingle between her legs just thinking about possibilities, tormenting herself more than necessary. She quickly glanced at her nipples in the mirror, standing proud over her small ripe breasts. Her eyes moved slowly upwards to her face, studying her features: it was no wonder the men called her ‘Kid’. On the ship she was their pet, their little girl – at twenty-three she looked youthful, with her big brown eyes and girlish face, her slightly protruding top lip, and her wavy brown hair that hung past her shoulders when it wasn’t tied high in uniform.

Her eyes began to drop again, over her breasts and down her toned belly to her hips, accentuated by her height. She didn’t need to turn her body in the mirror to remember the perfect roundness of her buttocks, blending delicately into her legs and falling away to the steam on the washroom floor.

At 5’4” she was probably the shortest female marine to ever be placed on a battleship platoon. She knew how much the military respected her abilities over her size, which was maybe why she felt so appreciated, and so at home with her male counterparts. She knew from their fun picking and their jokes that they greatly respected her too, just as she did them. She knew each and every one of them would stand up for her on the battlefield, just as she would for them, if it ever came to that.

Carly could hold her own, of course. She was trained in the use of all sorts of weaponry, from handguns to light surface-to-air missiles to tanks, and she had experience in the field – she had served in the Cuban crisis before being transferred to the Space Corps, then in the asteroid belt on a peacekeeping mission. She was certainly no stranger to action; she was often reminded that she had fired a rifle in a real-life situation, something many marines had never done in recent peaceful years. But her real expertise was in engineering, not fighting. Fully qualified from college, Carly was always confident she could repair pretty much anything that had ever worked. Every battleship platoon had a Battlefield Engineer, and on this ship, that was Carly.

Carly watched her breasts rise and sink as she took a deep breath. Tomorrow she knew she would be facing a new kind of enemy; something more deadly and evil than the Space Corps had ever seen before. Something that had already found Earth, caught them off-guard, and slaughtered them. She felt an angry and bitter wave wash over her, remembering the scenes of chaos where the landers had struck ground – but now they were on the counter-attack, prepped and ready, hungry for blood.

***

Warmth seeped into Carly’s skin, gradually burning the feeling back into her body. Slowly her eyes opened and they too felt warm, as if surrounded by heat. She blinked awkwardly, realising she was submerged in some kind of thick pink liquid, lying on her back staring up out of a clear panel to a clinical ceiling beyond. A dark swirling above her gradually came into focus as her hair, loose in the fluid.

The weight of her lungs suggested they too were filled with the liquid, although she didn’t seem to have trouble breathing. Perhaps it was one of the new super-oxygenated regeneration fluids that the military were experimenting with. She slowly turned her head, wincing at the cramps in her neck. The rest of her body seemed unwilling to move and she decided to leave it alone. Tilting her head forwards she saw that she was completely naked, floating oddly in the large clear vessel.

With a sudden shock she realised her right arm was missing below the elbow, ending in a stump of chiselled bone. It looked as if some work had been done to close the bone neatly, although it seemed rather odd to her that the bone hadn’t been shortened so that her skin could be closed to cover it. A small metal frame was clamped to the bare bone, extending forwards almost to where her hand should be. Tied to it were four thin tendons, held taught like guitar strings. As she tilted her head she saw they ran back to the open flap of skin; a darker tissue within looked like muscle, stretched tight by the tendons.

Carly let her gaze wander down to her left foot, and that too was missing. A similar arrangement of metal framework held tight her Achilles tendon, presumably to stop it from shrinking under lack of tension. Carly began to wonder what was happening; she had never heard of these practices before.

She began to piece together the last few moments of consciousness, after she’d taken the hit that had broken her leg and had crawled into the sewers. Slowly she remembered slithering backwards into the slimy dead-end, she remembered clawing her way up the wall while staring fixedly at the corner. She remembered the charging berserker, running out of ammo and reaching for her pistol to kill herself before she was captured. Then she remembered the blow to her arm, the instinctive reaction that had probably saved her life even when she had sought to end it.

A nearby computer bleeped loudly as her heart rate fluctuated suddenly: as consciousness began to fade, Carly realised she was in an enemy medical centre.

***

A sudden bright light made Carly open her eyes. She was aware that she had been sleeping lightly for some time, somewhere between dreams and reality, a bizarre half-life of nausea and sweat, discomfort and pain. Now she was blinded by the harsh red light, obscuring all but the very periphery of her vision, and deafened by an electronic whistling in her ears.

Gradually the light and sound lessened and Carly became aware of her surroundings. She tried moving her arms and turning her head, but the only response was a cramping pain that made her cry out loud. But she was surprised when no sound escaped her lips – it appeared that she had only limited control of her eyes, and nothing else.

Fear pounded through her body with the rapid beating of her heart, clouding her mind, poisoning her thoughts. The helplessness of being unable to move gave rise to images of her helplessness to resist the enemy, now that she was being healed for whatever purpose they had for her. Irrepressible thoughts of a future of tortured mutilation crept unwittingly into her head, threatening to overwhelm her very conscious self; her head began to spin and her vision became clouded and unclear for a short moment. Almost immediately Carly awoke again with a start, suddenly clear and calm, her heart pounding quietly like a background sound.

Carly looked around, trying to keep her mind occupied to drive away the overwhelming images that still played in the back of her head. She realised she was suspended upright, ankles, wrists and head locked back against the wall. She could feel the heat from the dark concrete against her skin, she could feel the softness of her hair hanging on her bare shoulders, she could feel several hard objects pressing into her skin across her chest, on her abdomen and between her legs. Unable to look down, she tried to ascertain where she was.

The room was a small cube lit by an ominous red light, bright yet unclear in the narrow spectrum. Every object in the room was a red shade – the walls were rough and straight, made from big blocks of darkly coloured concrete – sea blue or military green, she could not tell in the red light. Banks of computer screens filled the opposite wall, displaying what looked like vital signs. One screen displayed a graphical wire-image of her body in red, showing her missing forearm and ankle. Various yellow wire-frames were superimposed over her body – a long box shape covered where her right arm should be, and a girder with a mechanical ankle replaced her left shin. Down her right leg were various yellow wire patterns, and a thin box covered her sex. Carly doubted that it was displayed to protect her modesty. She wondered whether the yellow images represented mechanical devices that had been attached, possibly permanently, to her body; without the ability to turn her head, she could not be certain.

It was the smell that gave away where she was – still in the hands of the enemy. Their stench was everywhere, putrid like rotting flesh, making her stomach knot and turn over inside her. She wished she could move a little, just to point her head downwards in case she threw up – she had visions of choking on her own vomit. Her nausea was caused by a combination of the smell and the constant, heart-pounding fear of being helpless in the enemy’s hands. She tried to take deep breaths, but realised that her lungs were also not responding to her mind – she was not breathing at all: presumably a machine was oxygenating her blood.

A door at the left of the opposite wall slid quickly open and two medical technicians entered, metal feet clicking on the bloodstained rubber carpet. Their legs were thick metal girders with backward-facing knees, giving them an almost satanic look. The legs met at fat robotic hips, which seemed to join directly into a thick bony spine covered by thin, red skin. The skin thickened and yellowed as it ran up their naked torsos, reddening and blistering where it neared their shoulders, which looked as if their arms had been forcefully removed and replaced with delicate titanium limbs. One of the technicians demonstrated its multi-jointed dexterity by clicking rapidly away at a keyboard, its head pointed upwards at one of the screens.

Their skulls were covered with thin, blistered, hairless yellow skin, which ended around their forehead and cheekbone. Their faces could almost have been human, yet they were bare boned, round-eyed and grinning widely, showing a single upper and lower tooth, curving the length of their mouths, thin as a razorblade.

The technicians seemed to communicate through a series of computerised bleeps rather than through speech – she doubted they had much vocal ability without lips, wondering if they even had tongues. Each had two canisters strapped to its back with pipes running into their abdomen through blistered red scabs of flesh, indicating that they probably didn’t eat through their bony mouths.

The technician at the console tapped some buttons and Carly fell heavily from the wall, landing painfully on her right foot and some kind of support on her left. She struggled to maintain her balance but fell forwards, hitting the hard rubber mat with a thud.

As she tried to pick herself up a cold metal hand touched her shoulder, gripping her far more delicately than she thought possible but so firm that she didn’t even try to struggle, and lifted her effortlessly to her feet. She stared breathlessly in to the eyes of the medic, which looked impassively back, its lower jaw slowly opening and closing very slightly as it stared at her.

Staring back at the horrific vision of mutilation before her, Carly felt her lungs begin to ache. They burned with need for oxygen, as if she was holding her breath, but she still had no control over her muscles. She felt a dull pressure on her back just below her shoulder blades through what had previously felt like scabs but now more like hard implants – a series of mechanical clicks resonated inside her chest and she began to breath freely again with a deep laboured inward gasp.

Carly was suddenly aware that she had control of her body, and gingerly felt the floor with her bare right foot. Strangely she could still feel the very texture of the rubber mat through her left foot – which she was sure she didn’t have. She glanced down uncertainly, afraid of what she may see. Below her knee was a thick metal beam, dull and light like machined titanium. A dextrous ankle was attached to its end and to her body by a line of electric cables that disappeared under her skin and into the back of her knee.

The two technicians turned to face the door and began to march quickly away, indicating her to follow with a gruff command from a robotic voice box. Too afraid to disobey, Carly followed the technicians out of the small room and into the dim corridor beyond, following them for some way through the stench and stifling heat until they reached a row of cells with darkened forcefield doors. They stopped at one cell and the forcefield switched off long enough for Carly to be thrust gently inside by the delicate metal hands of a technician, before it started again with a hum, locking her into the room.


The Fallen



Alone again, Carly looked around the room, feeling despair well up inside her like magma in a volcano about to erupt. She was lost, alone, imprisoned – officially she was a prisoner of war, but it seemed likely that she would not be treated fairly – sure the aliens had repaired her injuries, but for what purpose? She could be tortured and interrogated, or put to work. Seeing how badly the initial counter-attack had gone Carly had no doubt she would be waiting a long time for rescue, if the Earth forces ever did manage to penetrate the alien’s air defence. Maybe we can embargo them on their own world forever, Carly thought, but we might never break their stronghold.

Tears pushed at the edge of Carly’s eyes as she sat on the small bed that ran down the far wall, unsurprised at how hard it felt. Lost, alone, imprisoned, the words kept racing around her head like angry bees. She felt powerful waves of nausea and dizziness roll over her as she sank deeper into her panicking despair, fighting the urge to beat the forcefield door with her fist in a fit of rage and fear. Never before had she been in such a hopeless situation, she told herself – she had never even been a prisoner before, during her entire military career.

Escape seemed to be her only hope, but Carly wondered what that would involve. Sneaking out of a cell guarded by a force-field door, through an installation run by alien technologies, one-armed and without weaponry. That was not a recipe for success, but she managed to calm her raging panic – after all, she told herself, she was not stupid. Sooner or alter an opportunity would present itself, and she would take it without hesitation. She would leave this rock, or die trying – and not give the aliens the pleasure of keeping her as a slave.

Drying her tears Carly glanced again at the room that held her. The cell was a tiny cube, smaller than the medical room she had awoken in, lit this time by a more homely yellow light, allowing her to identify the colour of her surroundings – deep green concrete walls, beige roof and black rubber floor. The door was nothing more than a black shadow, sucking the light away from the corner of the room. The bed was little more than a narrow section of floor raised two feet up and covered with a thin mattress and blanket. In the one remaining corner a small chair faced a narrow shelf, with a computer screen set in the wall beyond, looking like a primitive workstation.

Carly felt a dull pressure on her anus and instinctively she adjusted her legs so that she was sat on one bare buttock, relieving the pressure. She began to inspect her naked body, closely studying each of the bizarre implants that now adorned her bare skin. Her left arm looked mostly normal, apart from a thick metallic vein running down its topside, half-embedded into her skin. At the end it sunk into the back of her hand, which had a normal thumb, forefinger and ring finger. The rest of her hand had been replaced with a stubby metal barrel that extended up her forearm until it was lost under the skin just below her elbow. Gazing into its open end Carly identified it immediately with a sudden shock: it was a military class laser. Instinctively she tried to move her missing fingers; with a sharp click a row of three curved, serrated blades snapped out of the top of the gun, standing three inches above the top of her hand, glinting in the faint light. She relaxed her ghost fingers and the blades clicked closed again, stowed into the back of the gun casing.

Carly’s right arm had various small implants embedded into the skin as far as her elbow, which had been reinforced with a servo-assisted over-joint. Her forearm was little more than a long dark metal box, bulky but surprisingly light, lighter yet slightly wider than her real arm had been. When she tried to move her missing fingers she could feel resistance against her tendons and heard a quiet clicking from the box, but nothing happened. She assumed there was something contained within it that she should be able to control, but was currently unable to. A flat smooth plastic plate set into the box near her elbow looked like some kind of screen, although nothing was displayed upon it.

She turned her attention to the rest of her body, glancing down at her once proud round breasts. A thick metal band wrapped around them and pulled them into her chest as far as they would comfortably go. Two thick round metal coins were set into the band so that they covered her aureole completely; reinforced metal wires or pipes left the coins and ran around the band to her back where they disappeared through her ribcage. The band and its coins were contoured to support her like a sports bra, and were comfortably unobtrusive, although it seemed completely irremovable, as if bonded to her skin.

Carly’s heart rose into her mouth as she let her eyes and left hand wander down her bare abdomen to the small metal shield covering her sex like a G-string. Where there should have been leg-bands there were two metal wires each about 15 millimetres thick, which disappeared under red blisters of skin just above her pelvic bone as if stitched into her insides. The shield completely covered her mound and lips, raised slightly away so that when she touched it she only felt pressure against her pubic bone and her perineum, where the box ended. When she moved it felt as if there was something small inside her sex, although it was not attached to the shield – she couldn’t feel it by wiggling the metal cage.

As she ran her fingers over the metal cage Carly felt herself choke on what seemed to be fear and distress. When the realisation dawned that she could not remove or open the sex shield a small whimper left her mouth, followed by a quiet “No…” Her sex was no longer hers – locked away from her touch behind a solid metal shield. It shouldn’t be a problem, she told herself – captured and imprisoned millions of miles from home, sex should be the last thing on her mind, but her sex had always been something she considered very much hers. Nothing could ever take that away from her, she thought, until now. And suddenly it was gone, what she thought of as the last part of her body that made her truly human, locked away from her touch. Carly gulped back her tears of frustration, realising that there was another emotion there that she could not quite place, and continued her inspection of her violated body.

An inch-thick pipe protruded from the rear of Carly’s abdomen on her left side, curving down between her buttocks and into her anus. She could feel it moving deep inside her when she sat down, not uncomfortable but constantly reminding her of its presence, quietly demanding that she remove it.

Following back up her toned belly, Carly was surprised at the firmness of her stomach. She pressed against it with her good fingers, identifying several hard lumps and hard, smooth contours under the fleshy wall of her abdomen. She was still nauseous with fear, but she realised the nausea was concentrated around her throat and head, not her stomach. She felt neither hungry nor full nor acidy, as she usually did when she was afraid. After a while she realised the feeling of lightness inside her perhaps meant she no longer had any stomach or intestines.

Carly felt her pulse rate begin to rise as she considered her situation. The enemy had turned her into one of them, a hybrid of animal and machine, powerful yet restricted. She knew from studying the machines in the factory that the enemy processed captured or killed humans, building disposable soldiers from them. But perhaps her size and sex made her body less than adequate for outfitting with heavy weapons, and she began to wonder whether the enemy had another, non-combat use for her. She wondered why her sex was encased, and the more she thought about it, the more worried she became about it. She regularly underwent periods of total chastity, especially on heavily-staffed cruisers where privacy was minimal, but sometimes even then she had to have some relief, and had become an expert at masturbating herself to silent orgasms, as she imagined many of the other crewmembers had.

Eventually she realised how tired she was and settled down to sleep, feeling the uncomfortable metal implants digging into her as she tried to rest on the hard mattress. Despite her fear and a strange sense of growing arousal, sleep came quickly, weariness overcoming her frantically beating heart and sending her into a tormented world of dreams, both hellish and teasingly erotic.

***

Carly awoke slowly, realising instantly that she was still in her windowless cell. She felt cool and dry, ominously so after her vivid and heated dreams, but she decided it was better than being hot and sweaty, having no water with which to wash herself.

As she turned on her mattress she felt instantly the probe in her anus, and more so the wetness in her pussy. One movement of her hips caused her to gasp out loud – she was for some reason uncontrollably aroused, already breathless in heart-pounding excitement as her mind swirled with a thousand ways to pleasure herself in the cell. Instinctively her right arm moved downwards but was arrested in the blanket by the bulky box where her hand should be, cumbersome and unfeeling.

Immediately Carly remembered her missing hand, instead directing the good fingers of her left hand to comfort her yearning pussy, but she also remembered the metal shield around her sex, fixed and irremovable. A moan of frustration left her lips when her fingers touched the rigid case, as tears welled in her eyes and threatened to spill onto her cheeks. A moment later she thumped the hard bed, crying out loud with boiling anger as she tried to pull her lips apart and force her fingers under the edge of the shield, slippery with moisture seeping under its edge.

After several minutes Carly gave up and resigned herself to lying still as tears ran down her cheeks and into her ears. Her knees were raised in the air, lying wide open as her hips rocked from side to side slightly, glistening at the edges of the metal box with moisture.

Minutes seemed to pass like hours without the presence of a clock. Carly’s frustration gradually subsided as she lay still, turning her position over and over in her head. A barely audible click drew her attention to the flush-mounted screen on the far wall. She glanced down her body at it; a single word was displayed in thick red bizarre but recognisable characters the middle of the screen: RECHARGE. As Carly watched the word disappeared and was replaced with a green wire-image of a female body, stood upright in typical anatomical position. Text appeared alongside her body in letters too small to read from her position on the bed. She stood and stepped towards the screen, viewing it cautiously.

The text was indecipherable but seemed to be indicating a section on the right flank of the model, below her rib cage. Just as Carly was about to run her hand down her flank, to see if there was an implant that she hadn’t noticed, a hatch on her side popped open and a tray about 2 inches tall, 1 wide and 6 long ejected from the right side of her abdomen. The hatch was contoured to match her natural shape but it was clearly made of a smooth metal similar to her chastity shield. With a mechanical hiss a canister lying on its side in the tray began to rise slowly until it was held aloft on thin metal legs. The wire-image on the screen displayed the open tray in yellow, with the canister above it flashing between bright and dark shades of red. A dull red box surrounded the canister, linked to a fresh paragraph of indecipherable text with an arrow.

The image changed to indicate the canister being removed from the tray. Uncertain, Carly reached down and pulled on the canister, which popped free with a click. It was weighty but solid, as if filled with a heavy liquid – a meter on its side displayed a full red bar, which presumably meant something.

Without warning a tray lowered quickly from a hatch in the ceiling, containing another identical canister. Carly picked up the fresh container and inspected it: this one had a full blue bar on its side. Beginning to understand, Carly clipped the canister into the tray protruding from her side and watched, terrified and fascinated, as it was withdrawn back into the tray before the tray itself slid inside her and the hatch clicked shut. With shaking hands she placed the red canister on the tray on which the blue one had arrived and watched it whisk back up into the ceiling with a hiss.

The screen displayed a single red line “RECHARGE COMPLETE.” Carly’s suspicions that she had no digestive system were now confirmed in her mind – she required nutrients and water from the canisters provided by her enemy. She began to realise that she would be unable to eat or drink again, and with the thick pipe in her anus and the shield around her sex, she was unable to toilet anyway. A mixture of great loss of her human self and of a bizarre new-found power swept over her, but compared to the fear, anxiety and frustration that was already running through her she could not focus on the origins of the new emotions.

The words on the screen faded quickly to be replaced with another phrase: “LEARN.” Carly was confused by this for a moment, until the words faded again to be replaced with a wire-frame image of a right hand, upright with the palm towards the screen. The index finger began to bend at the first knuckle, folding over on the palm of the hand. Carly assumed that she was supposed to do the same. She pulled the small chair out from under the shelf and sat on it, watching the screen.

Carly raised her right arm before her face, the inhuman black box still startling her even though she knew it would always be there. She tried to flex her right index finger, already aware that it would trigger some reaction from the box. With a quiet click a small hatch opened and a probe extended from it, a round rubber bar two centimetres thick and twenty long. The image on the screen then displayed the index finger extended from an otherwise clenched fist, moving around in a fashion slightly more dextrous than most people would be able to manage.

Carly mimicked its movements, twisting her ghost finger left and right, up and down, noticing how the rubber probe seemed to bend to follow the direction her finger would be moving. Her engineering mind marvelled at the technology, fascinated that there was a material that could move in such a fashion and that she could control it with the tendons that used to be connected to her index finger. Experimentally she touched the probe against the wall, and jumped when she felt a warm, hard, rough surface.

Mentally preparing herself for a shock, Carly touched the wall again, feeling with almost inconceivable depth the grain and temperature of the concrete, the rubbery feel of its green rubber-based paint, the very components that made up the wall. Carly thought that it was like having all the nerve endings of an incredibly sensitive part of skin connected to an appendage designed purely for the sense of touch, like a fingertip. She viewed the probe in awe, realising that it was at least as dextrous as her right index finger had been, and just as sensitive and responsive: she felt immediately that she could shut her eyes and identify any surface by rubbing the probe tip against it.

The screen indicated a clenching fist, and Carly mimicked its actions, watching as the probe disappeared inside the box, which quickly closed its hatch with a click. Next the virtual hand indicated bending its ring finger, and again Carly followed. This time a device similar to a screwdriver appeared, its tip extending far enough from the box so as not to be hindered by a hard to reach screw, yet close enough so as not to be cumbersome. Carly experimented by twisting her wrist left and right as the screen indicated, watching the screwdriver tip twist with her wrist’s movement. By moving her index finger left or right the screwdriver tip would disappear for a second, then return with a different bit attached – there were numerous bits available, presumably for a number of different applications among the enemy’s environment. As with the previous attachment, a clenched fist returned the screwdriver to its casing and the hatch clicked shut.

Carly continued to mimic the hand on the screen, marvelling at each new device contained within her box – a soldering iron, a small extensible inspection mirror, a set of micro-pincers, in fact just about everything that she would want in a portable tool set, and more than she had ever carried as a Battlefield Engineer.

As Carly neared the end of her learning session, she noticed a vague tingling in her nipples, anus and clit. It wasn’t particularly strong and came on very slowly, so that at first she didn’t notice it. When she did, it was only after she had began shifting on her seat, moving so that her legs were instinctively pressed firmly together, trying to increase the sensation in her moistening sex.

By the time the ‘lesson’ was over, Carly was feeling quite aroused by the continuously varying tingles, almost like tiny electric shocks, certainly pleasant, enough to make her curse the shield over her sex. When it didn’t go off she realised it was being administered remotely, like the way the aliens had controlled the implants in her body when she had recharged. Perhaps it was some sort of reward for completing her task, or some sort of punishment, or both.

Suddenly the tingling changed to a hard shock, so quickly that she didn’t have time to react against it. It hit her like a powerful blow to her anus, clit and aureole all at once, so painful that she let out a loud, sharp shriek. The pain ended just as soon as it had started, leaving Carly afraid and breathless as she sat on the chair, wondering why she had been hurt so suddenly.

The tingling began to return slowly for several minutes, agonisingly arousing her until she gripped the base of the chair, squeezing her legs together and grinding her buttocks into the seat. Suddenly her pussy was filled with sensation – a divine vibration on her inner lips and clit, more delicate than the hard vibrator that she had sometimes used at home – more like an array of small moist tongues lapping very quickly at her sex. She instantly threw back her head and arched her spine, eyes shut and mouth wide open as she let out deep moans of pleasure.

The pleasurable tickling continued for several minutes, constantly adjusting and moving, until she was sure that she would eventually come from the attentions on her sex, and then it suddenly stopped, leaving nothing at all. Her legs squeezed tightly together as she urged the sensation to resume, desperately wanting more, but none came. Instead she was left with a burning emptiness inside her, aching and hollow, almost painful. Her head moved forwards again as she glared furiously at the blank screen, enraged that her pleasure had been interrupted.

Realising that she was helpless to please herself, Carly relaxed her grip on the seat and leant back tiredly against the backrest. She couldn’t understand how much the attentions on her pussy had excited her – usually any direct attention to her sex had little effect until the rest of her body had been properly aroused. But the voracious rhythm of the buzzing had been just right to drive her wild, constantly varying as she approached orgasm to take her on the quickest path to release with no deviation along the way.

After several minutes a sudden shock hit Carly’s body again, sending her jumping into the air in pain. Almost immediately after she was attacked by the vibrations in her sex, this time driving deeper into her than before, building her quickly through the stages of arousal until she gripped the seat and clenched her eyes ready to explode in ecstasy. This time the vibrations stopped just as she was about to come, and she thumped the shelf in frustration as she stood up and walked back to her bed to lie down.




The Fallen



A thousand conflicting thoughts whirled through her mind as she struggled to understand what was happening, why she was being tormented. The cycle continued through five, six, seven repetitions, until she eventually lost count as it entered double figures, each cycle quicker, more painful and more pleasurable than the last. It ended with one extended shock to her anus, as hard as any before but unrelenting – the pain kept burning into her anus for more seconds than she cared to count. Impulsively she jumped up from the bed, gripped at the solid metal pipe that disappeared between her round buttocks and tried to pull it out, instinctively gripping and pushing it from inside, but it refused to budge. Eventually the pain subsided and she collapsed, breathless, angered and frustrated on the bed, legs falling apart to reveal glistening moisture running down her inner thighs.

Carly turned over and knelt on all fours on the bed, repeatedly thumping it with one fist while she cried out in anger and frustration. She cursed herself for joining the Marines, for accepting the post, for letting herself be injured and for not killing herself when she still had the chance. She pushed her face into the pillow and pulled her knees up to her chest as a lifetime of frustration and pain played out before her. She became trapped in a spiral of despair, playing out the same endless scenario in her head over and over again until she collapsed in a heap of desolate tears on the bed, wishing she could disconnect her mind from her body or just die right there on the spot.

After a longer time than Carly cared to remember, the tingling on her clit, nipples and anus returned, very faint but enough to torment her body into arousal again. She cursed herself for being so weak, unable to deny the pleasure caused by the enemy’s implants as her ass began to bob up and down slightly. Fresh moisture appeared at the edges of her chastity shield, glistening in the dim yellow light of the cell as Carly buried her face into her pillow, trying to ignore her body’s desires.

A bleep from the direction of the screen attracted her attention, a welcome distraction from the tingling on the most sensitive parts of her body. Carly raised her head from the pillow and turned to look at the screen. Again the word “LEARN” was displayed in a deep red font. Carly stood up and walked across the room, glad of the diversion from the constant tingling and the demands of her body.

With an almost inaudible click, a tray dropped quickly from the hatch in the ceiling, guided downwards by two rails. It stopped gently on the shelf as the rails slid silently back up and the hatch closed. Carly looked at the tray’s contents curiously, wondering with a slight anxiety what she was supposed to do. The tray contained what appeared to be a robotic arm complete with gripping claws. Carly realised she had seen these arms attached to a certain class of enemy soldier that she had battled against after crash-landing on the alien surface.

The screen image dimmed and was replaced by a wire-frame of the arm, with various components indicated in yellows, blues and greens overlaying the red bulk of the image. The picture was animated, and displayed a chord at the open rear of the arm moving in and out in time with the grappling of the claw.

Carly turned the claw over clumsily with her left hand, identifying various key components and understanding how it worked. It seemed to be a fairly simple construction made from advanced metal alloys, like most of the alien machinery she had seen. Various chords protruded from its open rear; Carly assumed these would connect to free tendons in an alien’s severed lower arm. She pulled experimentally on the chord that was indicated on the screen, but the arm seemed to be broken: it clicked and hissed but there was no motion from the fiercely sharp claw.

Carly peered into the mechanics of the arm and saw a thick metal tendon had been disconnected from the back of the claw. When she pulled on the actuator chord the tendon slipped quickly backwards. Carly assumed that she was being tested for her engineering skills, and was supposed to fix the arm. She replaced the arm on the tray and began to reach into the works with her left index finger, to try to retrieve the tendon and hook it back onto the claw.

A sudden, sharp shock hit Carly’s anus, nipples and clit violently, making her yelp out loud and jump back into the chair. She looked back at the arm, wondering if she had received a belt from an open cable, but there were no electric components in that part of the arm. Slowly she began to reach into the arm again but stopped when she felt a painful tingling on her sensitive areas increase quickly the closer her hand got, reminding her of the blow she had only just recovered from.

Carly quickly withdrew her hand and immediately the tingling stopped. She thought for a moment, wondering if there was a better way to relocate the tendon; the way the enemy would want her to try. She almost smiled in realisation as she tensed her ghost little finger on her right hand and a tool very similar to a set of long-nosed pliers extended from box on her arm. She carefully angled the tool into the works of the arm on her desk, amazed at the sensation transmitted by the pliers as if she was holding the tendon in her own fingers. She easily gripped the thin tendon and pulled it over the hook that it should be connected to, then pulled on the actuator chord and watched as the claw snapped violently shut.

Carly withdrew her tool from the robot arm and smiled at her handiwork, feeling proud that she had quickly learnt how to use her tools and that she had fixed the arm the way her tutors obviously wanted. A light buzzing in her sex made her sit down quickly on the small chair before her knees turned to jelly, and she was soon rewarded by a rapid tickling in her pussy and on her clit that made her head fall back and her mouth hang open. The attention from the tiny tongues inside her gradually increased, delving deeper inside her until what felt like two soft fingers touched her g-spot and began dancing back and forth over it, sending her to new heights of pleasure.

Within seconds the room was filled with her hurried moans, gradually building and deepening as she raced quickly through the stages of pleasure that took her to orgasm, overwhelming her in a sudden cloud of delight that left her gasping for breath. Carly could feel her hips bucking faster and faster back and forth on the chair, then she could feel her pussy contracting and pulsing around whatever it was that was inside her, pleasuring her. Suddenly she had a feeling like she was wetting herself, a tingling in her urethra that she could not hold back; then she could feel herself squirting juice into her chastity shield. As her eyes clenched shut Carly sensed herself falling into ecstasy, over the precipice that she had longed to reach, falling and falling until she felt as if her orgasm would never stop.

When she finally came to a rest, Carly opened her eyes and took a deep breath, clearing the clouds from her vision. She was aware that she had just had an immensely powerful orgasm, greater than any she orgasm could immediately recall. A wet trail on her abdomen and thighs to a puddle of wetness on the seat indicated she had squirted a lot too, something she had never done before. She was spent and breathless, hot and wet, and yet as her mind returned to her and she replayed the scene, Carly could not remember her build lasting more than a minute, but her orgasm had seemed to go on forever.

Feeling a little shaky, Carly stood and moved to her bed to lie down. Her body was still glowing with the aftershock of her orgasm and she wanted to enjoy the breathless release that she now felt. A wave of exhaustion rolled over her and Carly considered that her body might be spending a lot of energy adjusting to the alien implants. She slid under her covers, welcoming the cool dryness against her hot wet skin, and was soon sound asleep, breathing in deep relaxed strokes, the brown hair around her mouth blowing in the draught of her peaceful breath.

***

Each waking period had been a collage of tasks, including physical exercises on an aerobics machine, mechanical aptitude tests, and computer simulations. Some of the tasks were very simple, some taxing, some exercises strenuous to the point of exhausting. Sometimes the tasks ran concurrently, sometimes consecutively, although there was never a gap between tasks even when Carly rushed to finish a task quickly, which she did often in hope of extra stimulation as a reward. Carly was thankful for the constant work, as it gave her little time to think about where she was and what she was doing. Concentrating on the very moment seemed to be the only thing she could do to keep her mind, until such time as she had an opportunity to escape, if one ever arose.

After the exercises were complete, Carly was exhausted enough to want to go to bed, but she was horny too. The vibrating tongues hidden underneath her chastity shield turned on and off intermittently throughout her day, sometimes tickling her gently for hour after hour, sometimes buzzing furiously until she dropped what she was doing and closed her eyes ready for the orgasm that never came. It was the two soft fingers on her g-spot that really drove her wild – when they were buzzing her she was unable to do anything but sit with her eyes shut for the thirty seconds or so it took for her to reach orgasm. But the sensation always stopped before she could fall over the edge, which often left her with a dull pain deep inside her, as if something was about to burst. Each time the g-spot tickler resumed and stopped the pain would grow worse, until eventually she found herself crouching over her lower abdomen, trying to relieve the cramps within.

When she had completed all the tasks successfully, the last few waking minutes of her day were filled with sexual pleasure of a magnitude no other man or toy had ever brought her. An orgasm would sweep over her within a minute of her settling down on her mattress, and keep her coming over and over time and time again. Eventually the tongues would slow down to drop her softly back into reality, hot and wet and yet so tired that she slept straight away in the wet patch she always squirted in her bed, brought on by the attention on her g-spot.

One day she had trouble completing a final task involving a broken relay circuit and the intermittent tickling of her g-spot wasn’t helping. After several hours of torment she was hurting inside, with what she assumed must be a need for release. Eventually the screen demanded she return the circuit to the tray and it was whisked away into the ceiling, leaving her aching and alone in the cell.

Carly half-expected to be made to come there and then, like she had been every other night, and it took her ten minutes or so to realise that by failing to completing the task she had not earned her reward. She stood awkwardly from the seat and stooped over to her bed, wincing at the insistent pain as she moved. Lying on her back seemed to ease the pain, so she lay there, staring at the ceiling with her knees drawn up and her legs slightly open, breathing shallowly and hoping the pain would eventually subside.

After an hour or more Carly felt a vague tingling in her clit, and realised she was being very gently stimulated by whatever device it was that could administer pleasure or pain to her little nub. Her mouth dropped open in combined agony and ecstasy as the little fingers began to rub her g-spot again, slowly but firmly, about one full stroke a second. A minute later Carly was crying out in pain and pleasure as the fingers had doubled their pace, still too slow to make her come but fast enough to antagonise her. The pain inside her was excruciating, as if some deep part of her was bruised and was now being manipulated. A second later she felt an itching in her urethra and a few drops of hot clear liquid dripped out of her sex shield.

With an instinctive realisation that something was taking place inside her, Carly quickly turned over and knelt on all fours, her head craned back towards the ceiling as her fingers tightly gripped the bed sheets. The dripping from her shield became a slow steady stream, as ejaculate poured from the swollen, abused gland inside her. Carly screamed out in pain as the liquid continued to pour, more than she ever thought she could hold in one small gland, and as it continued so it poured faster and faster, in time with the little fingers that sped up inside her. Gradually the sensation changed from pain to pleasure, until Carly was completely emptied of her juice, and she sank down into the bed, crying with sighs of relief.

Although she was overly aroused from the attention on her clit and g-spot she hadn’t climaxed during her ejaculation, which she realised was more like a milking. But at least the pain had subsided to a dull background ache, as her bruised insides began to repair from their stretched abuse, and she slowly drifted into sleep.

***

Carly sat quietly on her bed, waiting for her next instruction. She was uncertain how many Terran days she had been shut in the cell, but she seemed to be waking for longer hours and sleeping less. She felt much stronger too, working longer and harder on the aerobics machine on the order of the wall screen. She assumed that her captors had somehow probed her to find her best skills, and had transformed her to perform them better. This presumably meant that she would now be working for them.

On this morning (or midday, or night, or whatever time it really was beyond the cell walls), there were no instructions waiting for her on the screen console. Carly was afraid that she may have woken early and had no tasks assigned yet, and so would face an agonising period of boredom and contemplation waiting until she had something to do. A nutrient canister had been waiting on the ceiling tray for her when she awoke, and after she had replaced it with her spent one the small showerhead had dropped into the cell for her to wash. It’s mild water smelled slightly strange, although Carly assumed this was just as likely to be a cleaning agent as polluted alien water.

After a wait that could have been ten minutes or an hour, the forcefield door opened with a quiet surreal zip, leaving behind a silence that Carly had not before noticed in the cell. Then there was the sensation of a warm draught, and the vile smell of decay that seemed to surround the alien installations, before a soldier entered the room.

He was visibly human, although Carly was uncertain just how many humans had gone into his making. Each of his limbs was attached to his torso by a metal joint, suggesting they could quickly be replaced if damaged or severed. A thick metal helmet appeared to be melded to his skin and completely irremovable, covering his head and face.

The soldier’s right arm became a gun barrel at the elbow, pointing down at the ground as he addressed her in a scratchy voice. “Prisoner-Engineer 20801, you have been assigned to transport depot 579. Follow me.” Realising she had little choice Carly obeyed, walking along steadily behind the soldier as he led her out of her cell and into the prison warrens.

Every five metres or so there was another forcefield door, a dark shadow hiding whatever lay beyond. Carly found herself wondering how many of the inmates were human; images sprang to her mind of women just like her, with a shield over their sex, receiving some kind of pleasure or pain like Carly had throughout her imprisonment. She was glad when the maze of cells finally ended and she was led through some security locks. Carly quickly shut the images of tortured women from her mind as she followed the soldier through a narrow corridor, through one final doorway and onto an underground railway platform. A large, windowless train was waiting there, three carriages filling the length of the platform and yet more disappearing into the tunnel at either end. The soldier touched a panel on the train and a stained metal door slid open.

Carly was pushed inside without a word and the door quickly shut behind her. Almost immediately the train began to move, rocking steadily on the tracks; Carly looked around in the darkness, wondering if she was supposed to sit or remain standing. A dim yellow light on the ceiling highlighted little more than shadows, but Carly’s eyes quickly adjusted to pick out the contents of the carriage.

She was in a small compartment that measured no more than three metres squared. There was a windowless door on each side of the carriage but no doors connecting her compartment to the carriage in front or the compartment behind. Various metal crates were stacked up, creaking with the rocking of the train and making the cabin seem very small and cramped; there were no purpose-built seats, only boxes.

A small breathing noise from the rear corner of the cabin attracted Carly’s attention and she looked over to see a girl sat on a box in the shadows. She looked gaunt and pale and yet not immediately unhealthy, her body had evidently been modified similarly to Carly’s with the same sex shield, the same breast band, and similar tubes and wires running over her skin, although her scars looked much older and the blisters around her implants were faded and shrunk. From the way she sat on the hard box Carly assumed she too had a thick pipe protruding from her anus.

Her eyes were regarding Carly curiously as her head tilted slowly to one side. She leant forwards and beckoned Carly over with a finger. Realising there was nobody else in the cabin, she obeyed and sat beside the girl silently. An awkward feeling swept over her, as she realised nothing had been said, and she wondered if the girl was capable of speech. Her pale throat appeared intact and her chest heaved with her breath (and Carly noticed her small round breasts straining at the metal band around them and her thin black hair hanging across them) but that did not necessarily mean the aliens had not muted her. Carly realised that she herself had said nothing since her capture, although on several occasions each day she had been made to moan and whimper and even scream out loud.

Carly felt herself tense when the girl’s breathing began to deepen, until it sounded more like a continuous whispered moan. She shifted on the seat and slid up closer to Carly until their bare legs and hips and shoulders touched in soft warmth that Carly had not felt since she left her home. Feeling uncomfortable and a little afraid, Carly glanced at the girl as she rested her head on Carly’s shoulder, nuzzling it gently. Her hands were clasped together between her legs and she leant into Carly, breathing deeper and deeper all the time.

Gradually the girl began to moan her whispered moans louder, beginning to grind her hips slowly against the box as she nuzzled Carly with her cheek. She shifted her head to look up at Carly, nuzzling her neck with her nose and kissing her gently in between breathy moans. Carly began to feel herself burn with embarrassment as she realised the girl was being pleasured, yet at the same time the closeness to another human being was so delightful that she almost wanted to take the girl into her arms and hold her like she would a long-lost sister.

It seemed to Carly that the train journey would never end, as she sat uncomfortably in the dark rocking cabin next to the moaning girl. Her whispered moans had become louder and louder throughout the journey, on several occasions rising to almost climactic proportions before they subsided again and picked up their steady rhythm. The girl began to nibble on Carly’s ear as she approached yet another near-climax, biting her earlobe painfully as she let out a long breathy wail of disappointment when her climax broke away before her. Carly sat rock steady and burning with embarrassment as the girl wrapped her arms around her and began to devour her neck again, reaching over with her right hand to pick up Carly’s left and bring it across to rest between her legs.




The Fallen



From the author: Hey everyone. I hope everyone is doing alright. I deeply apologize for not writing more and faster. Due to school, personal things, and major writer's block, I just could not do it. But with the help from my new computer I hope to get typing sooner! For this entry, I decided to correct my mistakes. Please enjoy the edited version of The Fallen.

All characters are 18 or over. 

The Fallen: Hell's Keep

The rain continued to pour down heavy on the town. It's been like that for days now, in September. A teenage boy sat in class looking out the window. He sighed. "Hey, Seiji!" A girl with long blonde hair that curled, yelled at the boy.

"What now Akira?" He said with an annoyed tone. Akira was known as a self-centered, succubus she took pride in making everyone at the high school miserable. Only because her family were wealthy and were succubus and incubus, making them a higher rank in species.

"You're so boring, Seiji!" She spun around on her heels, and walked out of the classroom, also making the effort to put an extra swing to her hips. The black haired boy sighed in relief. So far ignoring Akira's advances on him were working. Why would she want a wolf like him? He wasn't all that special. He had black wolf ears protruding from his crop of wild black hair. His face lost his soft boyish features and made him appear slightly older than his age. Emerald forest green eyes were set perfectly on his face, and surrounded by spikey black lashes. Seiji was tall and lean and muscular. As a wolf shifter, he had a long black furred tail also. In his world he was normal, though the wolf blood line was near to ending.

The school's bell rang signaling the end of school. Seiji got up and left, ignoring the other students. Grabbing his umbrella from his bag he headed home through the rain. Seiji hated the rain, he wished the sun would come back out so he could try out for the school's track team. He sighed happily lost in thought. He simply loved to run. His inner wolf loved the trill of it and winning races. Walking home was never a bother to Seiji, it was a long way from the high school to the farm on the edge of town by the forest.

Walking close to the forest, a small sound could be heard. "Hello? Who's there?!" He shouted but heard no answer. Using his sharp sense of smell, whatever it was it smelled amazing. Seiji walked closer to the trees and looked around. On the ground laid a small pale body, with long white hair. "Are you alive?" The person didn't answer, they appeared to be unconscious.

Seiji looked over the person's body, whoever it was covered in mud and leaves from the forest floor. Apart from the musky scent of the forest the person smelled heavenly. A female? He thought to himself. They had a soft angelic face with long white eyelashes, and pale porcelain skin. "How did a pretty girl end up here..." Looking further down the small, thin body he noticed they were naked, as any boy would do, he looked the person's loins. Seiji blushed red and looked away. A male. He thought, embarrassed by his mistake.

The wolf boy took his coat off and wrapped it around the small pale body. Home isn't far maybe Saki can help. He picked the small boy and carried him home.

Seiji hurried toward the farm, carrying his precious cargo. He tried to keep most of the rain off the white haired boy who remained motionless in his arms. Only a few yards away the farm came into view. 

Several patches of fields dotted the area, where they grew crops and herbs. A large red barn stood right of a two story white house with a porch in the front. "Home", he thought, "I hope we're not too late."

Climbing up the steps of the porch, the front door opened. A small girl with short chestnut brown hair and the same green eyes as Seiji, stood in the doorway. Her expression changed from anger to concern when she saw the body in her brother's arms. She stepped back into the house and disappeared into one of the rooms.

Seiji carefully walked up the steps to the second story of the house, going into one of the guest rooms they had, he laid the boy on the bed. Saki appeared by the bed with a medical kit in hand. She had many talents and was a great healer, Seiji prayed that his little sister could help the poor boy. "You've got a lot of explaining to do bro. But it can wait." She brushed a strand of wet hair from the boy's face. "You should go and let me handle this." Saki continued to check over the boy as Seiji left the room. He silently prayed he would be alright. He could still remember that heavenly scent.

* * * * *

Seiji woke up to the sound of nothing, just silence. Pushing the sheets back, he climbed out of bed and glanced at the window on the other side of the room. The sun was out and shining brightly. He smiled to himself and his black furred tail wagged a bit. 

Dressed in only a t-shirt and boxers he left his room. He could hear the sounds of Saki messing around in the kitchen, and smell the food she was cooking and also the scent of the strange boy from last night.

The guest room was right across from his. Knocking first, he went inside. The room looked the same as always, a dresser to the left of the door and a night stand on the left wall with a chair beside it. A queen sized bed straight ahead with a window behind it, the blue curtains closed. A closer look the small boy laid in the bed. He no longer was covered in mud from the forest like when Seiji had found him. His long snow white hair looked silky to him and his porcelain skin seemed untouched. Saki had dressed him a pair of old pale grey pajamas. He smiled feel the urge to touch him to see if this was a dream.

The boy began to stir, his eyes opening slowly to reveal two sky blue eyes. Seeing Seiji, he smiled a bit. "Where am I?" He attempted to sit up, Seiji helped him carefully.

"You're at my house. I found you on the side of the road." Seiji grabbed the chair and sat beside the boy. "I'm Seiji the Wolf. And you are?"

The boy looked confused. "Who am I?" He paused, looking around the room and to Seiji. "I don't know... I can't remember." His voice faltered.

Seiji scratched his head. "Do you remember how you ended up there last night?" The white haired boy shook his head, tears started to form in his eyes. He felt bad for the boy, he seemed so innocent. "Well how about we give you a name? At least until we find out who you are." The boy smiled big at this.

The bedroom door opened and Saki walked in with a tray of food. She wore a red and white shirt, with blue jean shorts and a pink apron. Saki smiled. "Hungry?" She placed the tray over the boy's lap and handed Seiji a plate with an omelet on it. She sat on the edge of the bed. "So what's going on?" Taking a bite of the eggs, Seiji explained to her what happened and that the boy had no memory of who he was or what happened. She sighed. "It sounds like amnesia. Though I didn't see any signs of a head injury." 

The boy smiled. "Seiji was going to help give me a name."

"Yeah." Seiji smiled back to the boy. He did look young but he was about the same height of Saki, he thought.

Saki smiled. "How about Tenshi? Well he is an angel."

"How can you tell that? I didn't see any wings when I found him."

She rolled her eyes at her brother. "You've never been good at telling that sort of thing."

Tenshi giggled at the simple sibling rivalry. He liked his new name and these people with wolf ears and tails. They were nice. If only I could remember anything . . .

* * * *

Finding a white button up shirt and a small pair of old jeans, Seiji helped Tenshi get dressed. He smiled at the strange teen, he seemed so energetic for someone who must have been injured. Seiji had promised him he would show him around the farm.

Tenshi pulled on some sneakers on and followed Seiji out of the house. The rain had already dried up and it was a beautiful, clear day. He hurried up to catch up with the larger teen, who waited for him by the large red building. "What's this place Seiji-kun?" He asked, tucking his long white hair behind his ear.

Seiji looked at the boy and smiled. "This is where we keep some of our supplies here. Saki and me grow herbs on this farm, like some medicinal herbs and stuff." He shrugged his shoulders. "Come on let me show you the gardens." Tenshi smiled running to catch up with him.

They walked around the many rows of plants and Seiji told Tenshi more about the town. "The town is called Hell's Keep, mainly because the whole territory here is run by demons. Other territories are run by other creatures. There are several kinds of creatures and put into a certain rank depending on the strength of your blood and what kind of creature you are."

Tenshi nodded his head. "It sounds complicated."

The bigger teen shrugged. "Well I'm used to it. I'm a wolf so my rank is a little above the average. But the full blooded werewolves, vampires and other demons have the highest rank."

"What about angels?" Tenshi asked looking up to Seiji.

Seiji looked at the smaller white haired teen. "Well yeah, I'm sure they have a higher rank too. It's just rare to see one here." He fell silent. As they had walked to the edge of the farm, they sat down on a grassy hill side.

Tenshi could feel the heat coming off of Seiji's body and he laid his head on his toned arms. A sense of peace and safety cloaked him. Though his mind was busy full of questions. "Hey Seiji, can you tell what kind of creature someone is like Saki mentioned?"

Seiji gave a awkward laugh his wolf ears twitched. "I'm not that great. Some people, like Saki, can read a persons' aura and tell what kind of race they are, even when they keep their physical appearance hidden. Others and I can only guess by site and smell. But I never can get it right." He gave a devilish smile and leaned into Tenshi close to his ear and whispered, "You smell amazing by the way."

Tenshi felt something stir inside him and blushed a light pink. Changing the subject, he said, "I am an angel, I know that much."

"How can you tell?" Seiji was confused, cocking his head to the side. He was surprised as Tenshi began to unbutton his shirt. His skin was pale and blemish free, he didn't have any hair on his body. Seiji couldn't help but feel the blood rushing down and could smell desire rising from Tenshi as well.

Tenshi laid his shirt on the ground and turned his back to Seiji, he felt weird but continued to move his long hair out of the way. To show Seiji the two silver lines parallel to his spine. He knew the mark meant he was an angel, Saki told him. But would Seiji rejected him or devour him like he said other demons would do...

Seiji couldn't help but trace his fingers over the lines. He could feel Tenshi shiver at his touch and hear a low sound of pleasure. Seiji's inner wolf urged his body forward and lick up Tenshi's spine, which made the slender teen jump slightly.

No matter how much he resisted his wolf showed him what he wanted. Seiji saw himself, naked and pushing Tenshi down on all fours and ravaging his little body. Seiji forced the image away, he never thought of himself as gay but this angel had a hold on him somehow.

Back to reality Seiji put the long sleeve shirt back on Tenshi and wrapped his arms around the boy, whispering to him. "I'm sorry, Tenshi."

Tenshi turned and hugged Seiji his face flushed, "Its ok."

* * * *

The next morning the boys were woken up early by Saki earlier than usual. Saki had gotten Tenshi registered to go to the high school in town, the same as Seiji. She also got him the school uniform, regular clothes, and school supplies. Saki insisted she cut Tenshi's long hair, saying white hair was strange enough. Seiji was quiet happy with the results.

Tenshi walked down the stairs, wearing the standard school uniform of a white button shirt, black vest with the school logo and black pants, he did have a red bow loosely around the shirt's collar that was usually girl's style but Seiji thought it looked cute on him. Saki had cut his hair pretty short but long enough to go past his ears and curl at the ends.

Seiji turned away hoping they didn't see him blushing, taking a calming breath he said, "Come on we can't be late." Grabbing their back packs, Seiji headed out of the house. Smiling, he heard Tenshi's footsteps quicken until he walked beside him.

Hell's High School was located in the central part of the town, Hell's Keep. It was a large three story gray building, track and fields in the back and a separate building for the indoor pool. Tenshi stayed close to Seiji, he looked around nervously at all the students around the school. Seiji used his free hand to pat the teen's head, Tenshi looked up at him with his bright blue eyes and smiled and he appeared calmer now. 

The bell rang as they entered their classroom, they were happy they had the same classes, they figured it was probably Saki's doing. Seiji took his seat in the back and set Tenshi's bag on the floor by the empty desk on his right. Quiet a few of the other students began to whisper seeing the white haired boy standing beside the teacher, Mrs. Inoue. She was young teacher, in her late 20's with long brown hair with amber eyes and a light tan on her smooth skin. In her mint green blouse and long black skirt, she filled out nicely, many of the male students had their eyes on her except, Seiji. He watched Tenshi at the front of the class, his tail swaying slightly.

Mrs. Inoue cleared her throat, silencing the class. "We have a new student today his name is Tenshi. Please help him feel welcomed to our school." She gave him a smile and motioned him to take a seat, turning to the white board she started writing the assignments. Tenshi took the seat by Seiji and gave him a nervous smile.

The first half of school went uneventful, students still stared at Tenshi but he seemed to relax more. During lunch they sat with their desks together, with the lunches Saki made them. They both had ham and cheese sandwiches and some sliced fruit. 

Trouble came to them quickly. Akira wore the girls' uniform in her usual fashion, a too low white blouse and way too short black skirt and a red bow holding up her blond hair in a ponytail. "Seiji you look great today." she flirted, sitting on the edge of his desk.

"Yeah." He grunted keeping his eyes on his food and Tenshi next to him.

Akira crossed her long legs knowing that her skirt shifted higher. "So, have you thought of my offer?" It was always a game of hers to try and grab more attention to herself. For some reason she made Seiji her next target to sleep with, he supposed. Akira had offered to be Seiji's mate several times now since they met and he always refused. But that didn't stop her.

Without looking at her Seiji answered her. "No. Now leave us be." He took a mouth full of his sandwich and chewed.

Akira made an annoyed sound and turned her attention to Tenshi, he was just watching her with a confused look. She gave a brief but cold smile. "Hey new kid. I'm Akira, a succubus and you are?" He didn't answer, Seiji was about say something to Akira when she spoke again. "You look too girly and weak to be anything strong. I'm sure the demons will kill you soon." She slid off the desk and walked away, laughing to herself.

Seiji's wolf ears turned back angrily. He didn't like that Akira was starting to pick on his boy already. His? Seiji mentally shook his head. Tenshi didn't belong to him, he was just helping the boy until they had more information on who he really is and where he came from. Though his inner wolf said something else.

Later in the day, several students had talked to Tenshi, in a much friendlier way than Akira had. Seiji smiled proud to see him adjusting well. It was last period of the day and Seiji knew it meant gym for him, Tenshi, and his good friend Alex. They ran into Alex in the locker room, already in his gym shorts and t-shirt. The tall dark teen looked menacing at first glance, with the large cords of muscles around his body. He gave Seiji and Tenshi a big grin. "So who is your little friend?" Alex asked in his heavily accented voice.

Seiji began to undress and so did Tenshi. "He's new here, his name is Tenshi." He slipped on his red shorts and slim fit white tank top, he liked it because it kept him cool. Tenshi finished dressing in his uniform, similar to the others but he wore a white t-shirt.

Surprisingly, Tenshi held his hand out to the much larger teen and smiled. "Nice to meet you, Alex." 

This made him smile shake the boy's hand with his much larger one. Seiji grinned glad he wasn't afraid of his large friend. Alex was a cross of a panther and grizzly bear, so it was a surprise Tenshi wasn't intimidated by his size.

They headed out to the track field behind the school and did simple stretches and jogged around the track. Seiji was so happy to be outside in his element, he turned the jog into a full on race with the other males in the class.

Tenshi took his time and jogged with the girls knowing he had no chance, at running a race. He happily watched Seiji and his new friend having fun. Smiling to himself he didn't see two girls run up beside him, on his left the girl from before and to his right a slim girl with long black hair and a blond streak to the side. He didn't like how their presence made him feel, it felt dense and full of dark intent.

"He finally left you I see." Akira said, her cold eyes looking to where Seiji rested on the benches across the circular track. He guessed Seiji won. Tenshi turned his gaze back to the track in front of him.

"What is he your guard dog?" The black haired girl joined in, she laughed as if she said something funny. 

Tenshi avoided their mean stares. "No, he's my friend. I'm staying with him for a while..."

"Oh really?" They both sneered. They reached the end of the track and Tenshi raced over to Seiji. He smiled and sat next to the wolf boy, he took a sip of water, silently wished the two girls would stop staring daggers at him.

Seiji sensed the boy's tension, and looked around. Akira and her little sidekick Ivy, where talking to another guy who everyone called Russell, he was a large muscled guy with short brown and black hair. He was known as a big bully all over town, being a pit and boxer mix by nature he was aggressive. Seiji didn't like that they were staring at him and his boy. "Wait here." He told Tenshi as he stood and walked up to the group. His inner wolf growled, he didn't care that a circle of students surrounded them and chanted "Fight". His wolf wanted a good challenge, he didn't like that they were threatening what was his. He could feel the familiar sharp pains as his body began to shift.

A small hand wrapped around his fist, it was Tenshi. His eyes silently pleaded for him to stop. Seiji calmed instantly. Tenshi pulled Seiji away from the crowd, and he followed him willingly back to the school.

* * * *

Later at home, Tenshi and Seiji were doing homework in Seiji's bedroom. Tenshi looked around the room he hadn't been in here before now. The room was clean, but the walls were covered in band posters and other things, the bed was quiet large and soft, and there was a big TV across the room on top of a dresser by the door. Beside the bed was a lamp, alarm clock and a photo with happy looking family of five. "Who are they?" He asked aloud.

Seiji looked at what Tenshi was pointing at and picked up the old photo. "It's my family, from when I was younger." He pointed to the little wolf boy in the image. "That's me, Saki, my older brother, and mom and dad." He pointed out each of the family members.

Tenshi noticed they all had dark and the same green eyes as the woman, but the father and older brother had piercing grey eyes. "Where are they?" He asked.

Seiji tensed up. "My parents passed away a few years ago. And my brother left me and Saki afterwards. Saki chose to drop out of school, so she could take over running the farm and taking care of me."




The Fallen



Tenshi leaned against him and hugged his arm. Seiji smiled and petted his soft white hair. The boy was sweet trying to comfort him. His inner wolf loved the affection. But his heart gave a little squeeze, remembering the past.

* * * *

Weeks passed with no word from Akira or her minions. They did little things like "accidentally" pushing Seiji into the hard mental lockers in the hall, but nothing too serious. Tenshi was becoming a great student, he discovered a love for reading and swimming.

As the days went by, Seiji cared more about the boy. Homosexuals weren't unheard of or illegal, but some people didn't like it. And the fear of rejection kept him from telling Tenshi how he felt.

Then came the day Seiji and many of his class mates dreaded. For the next week in the science class they will be learning about sex. It was a class no one wanted to witness. Seiji groaned siting in the back of the class with Tenshi. He kept his eyes away from the front of the room, knowing the usual posters of space and the skeletal structure would be gone and replaced with diagrams of the reproductive organs.

Tenshi looked around the room, not knowing what all the disappointment was about. He watched the science teacher, Mr. Watson, walk in. He was an older man from his salt and peppered hair and soft brown eyes. He dressed casually in a brown sweater and khaki slacks, he took a seat in his rolling chair and began to teach them about the body.

Seiji looked at Tenshi with his side vision. The small teen had his elbows on the big science table watching what Mr. Watson was teaching. Of course everyone else had all of this drilled into their heads for years except him.

"Since there is many varieties of species and sub species in our world not everything with look the same as someone else's. But most work the same. Like animal based females will go into heat more often than others. And males -" Seiji tuned him out and laid his head down on his arms. It was always weird to hear things that included him in it. He knew he was a wolf so he had those organs. He looked over at Tenshi, he stared intently at whatever the teacher was showing.

Seiji noticed his cheeks were slightly colored, which made him look cute. His gaze moved down Tenshi's slim body. Seiji's thoughts wondered to the day he found Tenshi, naked and lying unconscious on the forest floor. He stopped his thoughts there, blushing red he hid his face in his arms again. His mind had been doing this more often now a days, even moving to his dreams now.

After swimming in the schools heated pool during gym, everyone headed to the showers. Tenshi waited by the lockers as Seiji undressed and went to the showers with only a towel on. Tenshi kept his blue swim shorts with Hawaiian flowers on, and sat on the wooden bench with an open book in his hand. He didn't like the idea of showering with everyone there, watching him. He always waited until most of the guys left. With his eyes on his book, he didn't see Russell and two other jocks approach him. The large male took his book and threw it to the side. Tenshi looked up at the boys frightened. "What do you want?" He asked quietly. They only snickered. With his large hand Russell smacked the side of Tenshi's face, the force of it knocked him back into the floor. He held the side of his face, tears building up in his eyes.

One of the boys laughed loudly at this "Look at the little bitch, crying like a pussy."

Tenshi tried to stand up but Russell grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back. The huge boy smiled showing his canines. "Listen fag, we don't like your kind here. We know Seiji is only using you as his little fuck toy." The other boys joined in called him other names and pushed him around. Russel pinned him to the lockers by his throat and pulled his fist back, aimed at his face. He closed his eyes and braced for the punch.

When he heard a loud growl. The bully let go and Tenshi fell to the floor his ears ringing. He looked up see Seiji in his towel. Water droplets clung to his skin and hair still. Tenshi gave a weak smile happy to see him again. Seiji made a feral like growl, looking at Russell with murderous intent. Tenshi noticed that his body was quickly changing, black fur covered his body and his face elongated into a snout. Tenshi looked at Russell, a large dog with bracken fur stood in his place, growling back at the large black wolf that was Seiji. Seiji leapt at the dog and biting into, Russell's shoulder. He howled in rage and shoved the wolf into the lockers, but Seiji didn't let go he bit down harder and used his front claws to scratch at Russell's snapping muzzle. To Tenshi's horror Russell snapped at Seiji's furred face, he yelped and backed off only to growl challengingly at the big dog. Both of their muscles coiled ready to pounce, then they both fell down whimpering in pain.

The gym coach appeared by the door holding a whistle in his hand, his plump face bright red in anger. "Break it up now! Seiji! Russell! Go home all of you!" The other boys hurried up and got out of there. Russell and his thugs gave Seiji and Tenshi menacing looks and followed the others, Russell's shoulder bleeding heavily.

Everyone was gone now but them. Tenshi looked at Seiji, he had a few scratches on his side and right cheek. He walked over to Tenshi and picked him up giving the boy a big hug. "Are you ok? How bad did he hurt you?" Seiji looked over him, just a red hand print on his face and marks around the boy's neck. His inner wolf growled angry that someone hurt his boy and got away alive. He saw Tenshi blushing and realized he was still naked. A tear ran down the boy's face and Seiji used his thumb to gently wipe it away. Without thinking he leaned forward and kissed Tenshi's lips softly. "I'm sorry." Blushing brightly, he turned away and begun to dress and Tenshi did the same.

* * * *

When they arrived home, Saki was red with anger. "Your teacher called and said you got in a fight."

"Seiji was only trying to protect me, Saki." Tenshi spoke up. Saki's expression changed when she saw the red mark on his face. She told them to sit at the table and they would have an early dinner. Saki made some chicken soup for them and sent them to bed afterwards.

Seiji couldn't sleep he laid in bed thinking. Thinking about Tenshi, why someone would beat him up like that, maybe it was Akira's doing. He sighed heavily, staring at the ceiling his thoughts wondered. He wondered if Tenshi liked him, loved him? He loved how cute he looked when he blushed. Seiji knew he should make Tenshi his. His inner wolf growled in agreement, and again he thought of Tenshi's body and how his soft skin would feel against his own. He looked down and saw a tent was forming in his boxers. He frowned, it wasn't the first time it's happened since he found the pale teen.

A soft knock came from the door, Seiji quickly rolled onto his side facing the door. "C-come in." He tried to will his voice to calm and his hard on to go away.

The door opens slowing, and Seiji could see that it was his boy dressed in blue pajamas with stars on the pants. "Can I lay with you? I couldn't sleep." Seiji smiled, this could only be a dream he thought but scooted back to make room for Tenshi. The white haired teen slid under the covers and laid on his back. Seiji was almost overwhelmed by his sweet scent, he prayed that Tenshi didn't feel his erection that was very close to him. "Thank you for saving me from Russel." Tenshi said softly.

Seiji looked up at the boy's face, "It's alright I couldn't let him do that to you."

Tenshi nodded, slight blush crept across his face. "I was thinking... About the kiss..." He hesitated a bit. Seiji watched the boy, his wolf ears straining to hear what Tenshi had to say. "I-I liked it. I like you Seiji."

His inner wolf howled in joy over Tenshi's confession. Seiji smiled, pushing himself on his arm he looked down at Tenshi. He bent down and looked into those bright blue eyes through the darkness and whispered. "I love you, Tenshi." He leaned down and captured his boy's lips with his own. He could hear Tenshi's heart beat quicken.

Tenshi blushed surprised that, Seiji loved him back and was now kissing him. He put his arm on the bigger teen's shoulder and kissed him back. The kiss felt good Tenshi thought, a small moan escaped his lips. He pulled away from Seiji, blushing brightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make that noise." He saw that Seiji only smiled and softly stroked his face.

"Don't be. It was cute and sexy." Seiji growled and leaned in and slid his tongue in his mouth. Tenshi tried to copy what Seiji was doing. He could feel something hard poking his leg, and Seiji's hands pulling his light blue shirt up.

Seiji moved his lips down Tenshi's neck and softly nipped at the skin between his neck and shoulder. His wolf wanted to mark the boy as his but Seiji ignored him, this was about making Tenshi feel good. He moved his mouth to Tenshi's chest and licked and nipped at the skin there. He could hear Tenshi's little moans of pleasure.

Tenshi loved what Seiji was doing but he felt things were moving too fast. He petted Seiji's thick black hair and rubbed his pointed ears. "Seiji... I don't think I'm ready for this..." Tenshi could see his disappointment in his eyes but he went back and kissed his lips once more.

"I'm sorry pup. I'd never hurt you, you know that." He hugged him. "Whenever you're ready..."

Tenshi smiled, "Ok." and kissed Seiji's cheek. He snuggled against the bigger teen's chest and drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

The next morning was a weekend, so no school but there was work to be done on the farm, Seiji thought as he awoke. He smiled happy to see the smaller teen still asleep beside him. Seiji noticed that his hard on was straining against his boxers. He groaned quietly and rolled away from Tenshi. Maybe it was because of the close contact or Tenshi himself, he did smell amazing, Seiji thought to himself. His cock twitched and he groaned softly. Hearing that Tenshi was still sound asleep, Seiji grabbed his dick and stroke it.

Tenshi slowly woke up to see Seiji's back to him. He carefully sat up and looked over Seiji. "What you doing?" He asked curious to why Seiji was stroking himself like that.

The wolf boy froze and looked at him, his cheeks flushed red. He mumbled, "Sorry. I had to. It wouldn't go away..." He looked ashamed. Tenshi felt his cheeks go red too as he saw Seiji's member. It was much bigger than his own, and it looked more like a wolf's but that was understandable.

Tenshi reached over hesitantly and rubbed the tapered head of his crush's dick. Seiji let out a low moan and moved onto his back. He continued to stroke the bigger teen's hard member with both hands. Drops of white liquid formed at the tip and he licked it, he remembered hearing that it was called come. It tasted bittersweet. He felt Seiji's hand on the back of head, holding his white hair tightly in his fist and pushing his head down. Tenshi opened his mouth to say something but was muffled with the wolf boy's cock down his slender throat. Tenshi pulled his mouth up and down on the cock in his mouth and throat, he started to like this and the taste of his lover.

Seiji growled softly, he never felt this good before. Tenshi seemed to naturally take to him. Before he could warn Tenshi he came in his mouth. Seiji was embarrassed but surprised that the angel swallowed his load. He pulled his boxers back up and gave the boy a smile. "I'm sorry about that. Are you ok?"

Tenshi smiled and shook his head, "I'm ok. I just wanted you to feel better." He blushed running his slender fingers through his white hair.

Seiji smiled and kissed his head, "Thank you."

* * * *

As the week passed by quickly, Seiji and Tenshi were happy together and after another late night session, Seiji was feeling great. Not even the students could mess up his good mood. He walked throughout the school with Tenshi around his arm. Now that they were dating it felt like a great burden was off his shoulders.

In homeroom with Mrs. Inoue announced that The Full Moon festival would be in two days and there would be no classes today. Tenshi was confused by this he looked to Seiji, "What kind of festival is it?" He blushed embarrassed that he still didn't know a lot.

Seiji gave him a smile. "Well it's a holiday here in Hell's Keep. Where we all celebrate together under the full moon. There's all kinds of games, food and a fireworks show, every race contributes. Saki always makes something great to serve at the festival." His wolf tail wagged happily. "And because of the full moon we can show who we really are. Like I'm part werewolf so I might look more-"

"Like a wolf?" Seiji gave Tenshi a smile. "So I can show my wings that night?"

"Yes, but stay close to me, I don't want some demon to snatch you up." There was a ton of seriousness in Seiji's voice but he gave a reassuring smile. "Want to go into town tomorrow with Alex and me? We were going to check out something at the mall." Tenshi smiled and nodded his head. "That's my pup." Seiji gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

Tenshi blushed, "Why do you call me "pup"?

Seiji shrugged his shoulders, "Just a nickname. Do you not like it?" He made a pouty face.

He shook his head, "No, I like it. Don't be sad Seiji."

"Good." Seiji gave a big smile, his canines showing. He leaned over to Tenshi and kissed his soft white hair, whispering, "I love you, pup."

* * * *

On Saturday, Tenshi dressed casually. Today Seiji's friend Alex and his girlfriend were coming to pick them up to go to a place called the mall. Seiji had explained it was a big shopping center the center of Hell's Keep. Tenshi didn't care much for the name of the town but shopping sounded pretty neat.

Giving himself a last look in the mirror he fixed the curled ends of his snowy hair and straightened his collar on his white polo shirt. He hoped Seiji would like how he looked. He left the house and found Seiji at the edge of the property. Without saying anything Tenshi rubbed his boyfriend's wolfs ears, which made his growl happily and wag his tail. Tenshi giggled as Seiji wrapped his arms around his slender waist. He blushed feeling Seiji's excitement against his belly. "You smell great pup" there was hint of a growl in his voice.

Before he could respond, a big black truck drove up by them. Alex came out of the driver's side and a girl came from the passenger's. She had a slender body with curves in the right places and a golden tan. Straight brownish blonde hair covered her head. Interesting enough her nose was pink and cat like, with rounded cat ears on her head and a long golden and spotted tail. She smiled and gave Seiji a hug and then one to Tenshi. "I'm Kat a servile. And you must be Tenshi." She smiled to him.

"How have you been, Kat?" Seiji asked, with his hands in his jean pockets.

Tenshi watched her smile and walk back to Alex and rubbed against him with her body and tail. "Sorry but this full moon coming is driving me crazy, you know?" Tenshi looked at Seiji confused as to what she meant.

Seiji sighed. "The full moon affects everyone differently. In most cases whether you want to or not" he paused "it messes with your hormones."

Alex wrapped a large arm around Kat and she nuzzled his chest. "I'm sure you'll find out soon enough Tenshi." He smiled. "Come on let's go." They all climbed into the truck and sped off to the mall.

The town of Hell's Keep has its own system. In the center stood a castle-like building where the town's lord and other officials lived and conducted business. Around there other important buildings and businesses. Further out were the shops and the schools. On the outer edges of town was where the farmers and smaller shops stayed. Hell's Keep is surrounded by a dark heavily wooded forest, the lord and officials said that beyond the forest is dangerous and for their safety stay out of the forest at all times.

The group arrived at a large brick building they exited the truck and went inside. Tenshi was in awe, there were so many shops and people inside. Kat grabbed his hand, "Let's go and find some stuff to buy!" She winked to Seiji and Alex and dragged him away. H felt a little panicked that Seiji wasn't coming with but Kat seemed nice.

She brought him to a clothing store full of colorful items and accessories. Kat immediately started handing him things to try on and buy. He noticed that she was taller but had an eye for fashion. "So is this for us to wear to the festival tomorrow?"

She laughed, "No, these are just clothes for you. You know, to develop your wardrobe." She grinned and dragged him to a different store. "By tradition, we buy are stuff from here."

The shop was small and dark on the outside, a sign had gold runes written on it that Tenshi couldn't decipher. Under the runes on the window was silvery picture of two thin moons facing away from a full moon in between them. Inside the store was huge, it was very different from the other shops, Tenshi thought. It was full of swords, jewelry, and all kinds of strange items.

An old woman sat behind the counter, her aged face was framed with white hair and the rest pulled back into a tight bun. She wore a black cloak with ragged edges and held an ancient-looking walking stick in her right hand.

She looked up at them and smiled with her eyes closed, "Welcome. Let get you what you need." And with that she led them further into the store. She stopped in front of rack of clothes and pulled out a short gold sleeveless dress decorated with light spots like Kat's, the woman gave the dress to Kat.

Kat purred, "Thank you! Now we need something for Tenshi here." Tenshi felt nervous, this woman was a witch of some sort. The witch took them to a different part of the store humming something to herself. "I haven't seen many angels here." The witch said, looking through her stock. "A pretty boy like you is rare indeed. Where are you from?"

Tenshi hesitated a bit, "I don't know ma'am. I can't remember anything besides the past month..."

She nodded. "Here we go!" She exclaimed. She laid out a light blue kimono with a feather and bird design on it, in his arms. The witch looked into Tenshi's blue eyes with her grey ones, "The past is behind you, look to the future but never forget the present." Tenshi was surprised to hear this and that the old woman was blind. He only nodded and paid her for the clothes. Kat and him said their goodbyes to her and went back to find Seiji and Alex, with arms full of their purchases.

Mean while, Seiji and Alex went to their usual hangout at the arcade. At one of the game machines, Seiji put in a coin and started to move his yellow character through a maze gathering smaller yellow dots and dodging the colorful ghosts.

Alex rested his arm on top of the machine. "So you and Tenshi haven't done anything yet have you?" He said bluntly, looking down at Seiji who still was playing the game.

"We've messed around. But that's none of your business." Seiji sounded harsher than he meant, but what he did with his Tenshi was none of Alex's business.

"Don't growl at me wolf. You know what I meant, he doesn't have your scent on him. Other demons will think he's fair game." He looked his best friend. "I'm just looking out for you."

Seiji sighed turning his back to the game and crossed his arms. "Ok, I have thought about marking him as my mate. But what if..."

"He doesn't survive the process." Alex finished Seiji's sentence for him.

"Yeah.." Seiji nodded, his tail twitched nervously. "It will be hard, but I'd like to wait until he's ready for that. But sex, I don't know what should I do?"

Alex smiled, "Just do what feels natural. Our girl and angel are here."

Seiji turned to see Kat and Tenshi standing outside the arcade entrance with a lot of bags. Seiji jogged up took the bags from them. "Got everything you needed?"




The Fallen



Tenshi grinned, "Yes. Kat helped a lot." Seiji bent down and gave him a kiss above his blue eyes, which caused Tenshi to blush but he kissed Seiji's cheek in return.

"Come on boys let's go eat something, shopping always works up an apatite." Kat said dramatically fanning herself.

"Sounds good, there's a cafénot far from here." Alex said, wrapping his muscular arm around Kat and led the way.

Tenshi had fun with his new friends at the café They laughed and told stories and ate great food. He smiled happily as they left to go back to the truck. He saw a tall dark haired man in a black suit walk out of a building ahead of them and walk towards them. Seiji grabbed and pulled Tenshi against his side, his ears and tail in a hostile position and a growl rumbled in his chest. Tenshi tried to push away from Seiji's tight grip but it did nothing, he could only watch as the man stood in front of them. He had short dark hair with black rimmed glasses and cold silver eyes, he looked familiar, Tenshi thought.

"Hello, brother." The man said unemotionally, looking at Seiji.

Seiji's body tensed up with his eyes narrowed, "Hi, Isaac."

Isaac look over the small group. "How's Saki?"

"She's doing well as always, without you." Seiji snapped.

"I see." he turned his cold eyes on Tenshi. He felt fearful of this man. "An angel among us demons." Seiji growled holding Tenshi tighter against him. "I'll be seeing all of you at the festival." Isaac walked away toward the castle.

Seiji growled and pulled Tenshi back to the truck. Tenshi guessed that there was still some unfinished business with Isaac.

* * * *

The ride home was pretty quiet. Tenshi felt an uncomfortable tension from Seiji and his friends. Looking down at his hands in his lap, Tenshi spoke up, "Isaac is Seiji's brother, right. So why was he acting like that?"

"Because he abandoned his family to be the demons' pet" Seiji growled, his emerald eyes looking out the truck's window. He took a deep breath and sighed, "The lord of that castle and his followers are all demons. From vampires to my idiot brother. That's why the town is called Hell's Keep. Ever since the vampires had control of the town they do as they please and convert other creatures to join them. Those who defy them disappear..." Seiji looked into Tenshi's sky blue eyes. "Creatures of light, like angels rarely come here because, they say the demons in the castle devour them for power. That's why I've tried to keep you hidden."

Tenshi laid his head on Seiji's chest. "I still don't know who I am. Sometimes I wonder if I do have a family out there. And how I ended up here. But for now I'm happy to stay by your side, Seiji." He nuzzled and kissed Seiji's chest, through his black t-shirt. He felt Seiji's arms around him in a warm embrace, and his lips touched the top of Tenshi's white hair.

The next day was busy, Saki got Tenshi and Seiji to help her bake pastries for the Full Moon later that night. Tenshi looked at himself, covered in flower he decided to take a shower. He set the water to warm and peeled the dirty clothes off his body. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, apart from the flour he looked pretty good. He was still pale and thin since Seiji had found him. But from swimming in gym class his body was in shape, very slender yet toned. Satisfied he went inside the shower, sighing happily at the warmth of the water over his body.

Pouring shampoo into his hands he washed his hair, unaware that someone entered the bathroom. Tenshi felt hands moving down his sides, he froze. "Seiji? What are you doing?" No reply came, he moved his hands over the silver lines on Tenshi's back. He shivered lightly in pleasure. Tenshi looked back at Seiji, the wolf boy was still wearing his clothes now drenched. "Seiji?"

Seiji only pulled his black t-shirt off and tossed it out of the shower. He seemed to be in a trance Tenshi thought and back up against the wall. The shower was fairly large, enough room for two people, with a sliding glass door close to where Seiji was.

Tenshi watched as Seiji advanced on him. Seiji held onto his jaw and brought his lips to Tenshi's. Seiji kissed him hard but passionately, biting at the angel's lips possessively. Tenshi felt his blood move to his loins and he moaned softly into the heated kiss.

A growl rumbled in his chest. Seiji knew this was wrong but his inner wolf pushed him to keep going. Driven by instinct he pushed his jeans and boxers off.

Tenshi felt nervous seeing Seiji's 9" canine-like cock. It was thick and red with need. Tenshi got on his knees and licked Seiji's pulsing member. Seiji was growling and gripped Tenshi's hair to hold him still. Tenshi had coated the cock in his saliva and held the tip in his mouth, sucking it. Seiji pushed his head forward and thrust the member further into his warm mouth. Tenshi slid his tongue on the vain on the underside of Seiji's cock as he was pulling out almost all the way, and pushed himself back in.

Seiji growled in pleasure all he felt was his mate's warm mouth on his dick, he hardly noticed the shower was still on spraying hot water over their bodies. He pulled out of Tenshi's mouth and helped him stand. Seiji smiled at Tenshi, the angel looked a little frustrated that he had stopped him. He leaned forward with his face close to Tenshi's, he held up two fingers to his mouth. "Suck on them."

Tenshi was confused but did as Seiji said. When the fingers were coated in spit Seiji pulled them away and kissed him. Tenshi felt something wet touch his ass and he tensed up.

Seiji growled, "Calm. It's OK, I won't hurt you." And he kissed down Tenshi's neck. At the base of his neck where the neck and shoulder meet, Seiji and his inner wolf knew that's where the mating bite would go. His wolf wanted to mark Tenshi now but now wasn't the time, instead he sucked hard on the spot. Tenshi moaned and held onto Seiji's shoulders tightly. He continued to rub his slick fingers on Tenshi's back entrance, and whispered words of encouragement in his ears.

Tenshi gasped when Seiji's fingers slipped inside him. He tried to relax like Seiji was telling him. But it did hurt a little. Tenshi's skin flushed as pain turned into pleasure. He couldn't help but moan, he tried to muffle the sound with his hand and put his other hand against the shower wall to balance himself.

Seiji growled, pleased that his mate was loving what he was doing. He removed his fingers from Tenshi, which earned him a whimper of disappointment from the angel. He turned the angel around and licked his neck and purred in his ear, "So sexy. Do you want it, pup?" And pressed his 9" cock at Tenshi's entrance for emphasis.

Tenshi looked back at Seiji, his eyes full of wanton desire. His body was trembling in anticipation and he tried to form words. "Yes... Please. I want it."

Seiji tried his best to hold back and slide his cock gently into his pup. He put his hands around Tenshi's hip and abdomen, helping him ease onto his thick cock.

Tenshi made a whimpering noise when Seiji pulled back almost all the way out. He didn't want Seiji to stop when it was starting to feel good. With both hands on the shower wall Tenshi pushed back and made Seiji's dick slide inside him again. He could feel his ass against his mate's thighs and he knew Seiji was completely inside his ass. He moaned and pressed his back into Seiji's strong chest.

A growl of triumph rumbled in his chest. His pup was definitely ready. He gently bent Tenshi forward and placed his hands on the wall, and spread his legs a bit. He licked Tenshi's marks on his back and moved his hips so his dick moved inside his little angel.

Tenshi shuddered in pleasure, he blushed red when he felt his own organ responding to what Seiji was doing. He could feel Seiji's hands move, the one on his hip moved to grip his cock, which made him groan. Seiji's other hand moved up his chest and over his nipples, he tweaked them both and they hardened instantly.

Tenshi's moans only aroused him more. Seiji moved his hips back and forth, pounding his cock into his pup. He gripped Tenshi's cock and pumped it in his fist.

Tenshi couldn't help but pant and moan, he felt so good all over, especially when Seiji would hit a certain spot inside him. His cock was pulsing in Seiji's fist and his whole body begged for release. "Ohh.. Seiji. Ah... I love you, Seiji!" He felt his balls tighten and release in Seiji's hand.

"I love you too!" Seiji felt the base of his cock swell and he tried to pull out of Tenshi, but it was too late. His knot moved inside Tenshi and locked them together as his cum poured into his mate.

Tenshi's ass felt full, and he could feel the hard lump inside himself. He looked back at Seiji almost panicking.

"It's OK" Seiji wrapped his arms around Tenshi. "I'm sorry I didn't want that to happen. Until it goes soft we're stuck." Seiji made a whimpering sound and pouted.

Tenshi turn his body as far as he could and kissed Seiji's lips. "I love you."

"I love you too, pup." Seiji reached over and turned the hot water up and with some soap he washed his mate clean.

****

Later that evening, Saki left early to set up her booth at the festival. Kat and Alex arrived at the house so they could all go together. Tenshi finished putting on the light blue kimono, which he got from the witch at the mall. It was more of a girl's style, but he liked the way the silky fabric felt on his skin.

He finished putting a silver wing hair clip in his hair, and went to go see how Seiji was doing. He walked into the bedroom, "You ok, Seiji?" The wolf teen was dressed in black dress pants, a white long sleeve button up shirt, and an emerald green vest. Tenshi smiled watching Seiji struggle with tying a matching bow around his collar.

"Don't laugh. Saki makes me dress up every year."

Tenshi held back a giggle and helped tie the bow. "You look very handsome, Seiji."

"So do you, pup" he said with a soft growl. Seiji wrapped his arms around him and held him close. Tenshi blushed, Seiji's hard member was pressed against his stomach.

"Looks like someone got laid earlier." Seiji and Tenshi jumped apart when they heard Kat in the door way. She looked great, Seiji thought. Her gold dress hugged her curves, with black pumps on her feet that accented her tanned skin nicely. Her dark hair was full of curls that framed her smiling face.

Alex appeared beside her, "Well, he does have your scent, Seiji. It should last until tomorrow, at least."

Seiji nodded, a slight blush on his cheeks. He wrapped his arm around Tenshi's shoulder gently. "I'll mark him when he is ready, I did not want to ruin this night. I'll tell you later, pup." He said to Tenshi's and kissed his white hair. Seiji lead the way outside and to Alex's truck.

Tenshi couldn't believe his eyes when they entered town. He knew Hell's Keep was full of different citizens, but now his senses were nearly overwhelmed. There were hundreds of demons, witches, animals and fairies. Though they all looked like they were enjoying the moonlit night, he sensed some of their dark intentions. With that he held onto Seiji's hand, he felt safer with his boyfriend there.

Never letting go of Tenshi's hand Seiji and the others made their way through the crowd. Throughout the night they played games, ate great food, and even danced some. Seiji was loving that Tenshi was having fun. He himself was having fun but he stayed on high alert, watching over Tenshi. He heard several whispers of demons wanting to "have their way with him". But no one made any advances on him so that was good.

Tenshi held a recently won stuffed animal in his arm, it was a brown furred teddy bear that Seiji won for him at one of the games. He smiled staying close to Seiji. A voice boomed on an intercom somewhere, "Everyone gather in front of town hall for the closing ceremony!"

Tenshi looked at Seiji, "What do they mean?"

"It's just a couple of shows and then the lord will give a speech, that's what usually happens." He smiled and gave his pup a quick kiss on his lips.

Tenshi wished they could've kissed longer but he saw some people giving them the stink eye. They approached the castle at the center of Hell's Keep, made of large grey bricks and how it loomed over them gave him an ominous feeling. Then he noticed a large wooden stage in front of the castle where everyone gathered. On the platform stood Isaac, in black suit and red tie, he stood casually with other people Tenshi did not recognize. At center stage, a tall man with short dark red hair and a matching goatee, he wore a dark suit with a black fur cape draped down his left side and a red jewel hung around his neck. His demeanor seemed imposing, Tenshi guessed he was the vampire lord.

A young man with crimson hair walked onto stage. Tenshi guessed he was related to the vampire. He dressed similar to his father but had longer hair. He had his arm around a girl that Tenshi knew.

Dressed in a very short black dress and long blonde hair was Akira. Though she had a pair of gray, curved horns coming out from above her ears, which were pointed. He could see from her backless dress, that she had a pair of small bat-like wings. A black tail swayed around behind her as well. Akira looked to the crowd and gave a dazzling smile, all the attention seemed to go to her head.

Tenshi felt the hand holding his own tighten, he looked at Seiji by his side. As he was about to say something the crowd quieted and looked to the vampire lord.

"Thank you, everyone for joining us for our age old tradition. Celebrating the rise of equality and peace, and the fall of the old kingdom." The crowd cheered accept for Seiji, Kat and Alex. The vampire waited for the crowd to silence and then continued speaking. "Tonight is a special night, as my adviser had decided to retire early" some people in the crowd laughed quietly as though there was something amusing about that. "With a unanimous agreement, my loyal servant Isaac has been promoted to be my adviser. Why don't your family come join us on stage?" The crowd clapped but not Seiji, he stared at Isaac coldly.

Saki grabbed Seiji's hand and half dragged him up stage, with Tenshi close behind. Tenshi could hear whispers, he guessed that was to be expected since he wasn't family. They stood beside Isaac and faced the crowd. Saki gave her older brother a hug and stood beside him. While Seiji stared blankly at something off stage, but still held tightly to Tenshi's hand.

The vampire began to speak again, he looked bigger up close like this, Tenshi thought. He felt an odd sensation like he was being watch, though as far as he could tell everyone had their eyes on the vampire lord. Tenshi looked around the stage casually. That's when his eyes locked with a pair of blood red ones. He froze staring back at the eyes of the older vampire's son. He turned his gaze to the floor, maybe it just a coincidence.

The lord continued on with his speech, "And with my only son, Dominic, coming of age soon he will chose a mate soon. And other news-"

"I want that one, father." Dominic interrupted his father, his arm straight out pointing to someone. Everyone's eyes fell on Tenshi.

The elder vampire smiled softly to the little male. Like everyone in the crowd he was surprised his only son Dominic, would chose a male. "Come. We don't bite, little one." He spoke to the boy and nodded to his servant Isaac, who pushed him forward.

Tenshi didn't want to but with Isaac pushing him it looked like he had no choice. He glance pleadingly to Seiji but he just stood there with a blank expression, and his hands curled into fists. He pleaded silently that Dominic would change his mind.

Tenshi stood there in front of the vampires and demons not to mention the whole city of Hell's Keep. He tried to keep from shaking but it was no use, he was terrified of them. Tenshi watched as the vampire lord studied him and smiled. "I've never seen you here before boy. What's your name, are you not from here?"

"T-Tenshi. My name is Tenshi." His voice shook nervously. "I don't know where I'm from..." The crowd talked in hushed voices.

"He's an angel obviously, father." Dominic pushed passed the older vampire. He roughly cupped Tenshi's chin in his hand sniffed his neck. "Though he smells like a damn dog" he traced a finger over a vein on Tenshi's neck, "His blood is pure though." He grinned widely, his pearly white fangs showing.

Tenshi could only guess what the vampire had in mind. Please Seiji help! He cried in his head. He felt a hand on his shoulder and then a sharp pain. He looked back in time to see Isaac putting a syringe in his coat pocket. Tenshi felt a burning sensation in his back and his head felt cloudy. He was slightly aware that his bones were growing from his back and tearing through his kimono. Tenshi could only hear muffled voices and the sound of his beating heart.

Seiji couldn't stand it any longer. He knew he would be seen as a traitor, but that was his mate. He tossed his suit jacket to the floor and ran at Dominic. He let out a battle cry and tackled the vampire to the floor. He let rage take over completely. He slammed his fists into the vampire's face repeatedly. Not caring that people were screaming in panic and Akira was a tempting at pulling his hair. He wanted to kill Dominic for trying to take what's his.

"Stop brother. Or I will kill you." Isaac's cold voice spoke while he held a large knife to his neck. Seiji could tell he was serious, the blade was made of pure silver, it burned his skin where it touched.

"I always knew you would choose to be a pet for them."

"Better a loyal servant than a boy with silly ideals." Isaac replied.

Seiji snorted and backed away from the prince. Akira rushed over to him and fussed over his bloodied face and broken nose. Dominic stood up and growled in frustration. "I'll have you killed for that mutt." With a loud crack he pushed his nose back into place. "As prince of Hell's Keep, the angel is mine to devour! You're just a wolf, your kind have no rights here!"

The vampire lord cleared his throat, he looked like he was enjoying the show. "Now Dominic that's no way to treat our people."

Akira clung to Dominic. "Just forget about them, you have me. Remember all the fun we've had?" Her voice had a sultry sound to it. But he wasn't buying it.

"You're nothing but a fuck toy that I'm bored of. Get out of my sight." With that he turned and headed to the castle doors. Akira ran of crying into the crowd.

Seiji found Tenshi on the stage floor, he had large white feathered wings hanging limply from his back. He seemed unharmed but asleep, Isaac must have sedated him. Saki was on her knees next to him. "His kimono ripped when his wings grew out." She handed Seiji his suit jacket and he wrapped it around Tenshi.

"I'm sorry, pup." He whispered to his angel. Gently folding his wings under the jacket, Seiji picked him up in his arms and walked home. He ignored the comments and stares from the creatures in the crowd. He just wanted to take his angel home, safe.

****

Tenshi woke up the next day, he was still pretty shook up from the previous night. He couldn't remember what happened after Isaac injected him with something.

"There's something I want to ask you Seiji..." Tenshi looked to his boyfriend. "Why didn't you save me sooner?" His voice cracked at the end. Tenshi felt like maybe Seiji didn't want to save him, he had stood there and did nothing while he was almost made Dominic's mate or lunch.

Seiji sighed, "It's against the rules to defy them in any way. Here's a history lesson, Tenshi. As we've learned in school, years ago there was a great war between all the species. They say it was because of a ruthless, beast-like king. He started the war. Until a brave knight came in and slayed the king and his warriors."