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Elite sister's View
It has been several ventures with the hives stud and myself to the ruins. This day once more we travel for him to search the ruins of the lost and dead. I've been task with continuing as his escort ordered by the Matriarch, to see that he arrives to and from the ruins before night descends. But each day he comes he seems more confused or excited for the next day. His emotions and thoughts are confusing and beyond the normal mind I expect of a stud. My younger sisters constantly whisper about his chosen bedmates. And the few that have mated with the stud outside his normal routine have made suggestions to others to attract him. Along with sharing their memories of mating with him. A few sisters even shared the intimate moments to release, which has intensified the unmated sisters desires.
I just can't understand it. Why? Why are my younger sisters and unmated sisters so excited for this lone odd stud? They are not that young to not remember when we had plentiful studs before. Some even fought over mating with certain sisters or studs. Yet they grow jealous, excited, and eager all for one odd stud. I've witnessed his skills as the Matriarch has shown us. Yet his skills are just from memory or memories the Matriarch has pulled from his mind. He has yet to show any such skills. His mind is filled with odd symbols, bizarre languages, phrases, and ideas of even stranger machines. And worse of all his eyes constantly hunger for my form. And his need to ask questions, it annoys me to no end.
But these constant ventures have given me time to think. Time to ponder more on what we would do if we could leave this world? The Matriarch said once we could travel from one world to anther with just our minds. And the deepest of connections to our ancient predecessors. Yet this is where we are now. How different are we now compared to our great ancestors and their achievements? And how would they see us as we are now? I stop my thought to slap the stud's hip with my tail. Once more having to tell him to lead his gaze elsewhere and not hunger for my rear.
Dante's View
Interesting no maybe even more intriguing then I first thought? Whoever this species was seemed to have traveled here after their wars splintered their world. From the rough script I've managed to pull from their language, their world somehow split and began floating away? Either my translations still need work or somehow their world's biosphere held up. Even while plates shifting to such destructive degree ran rampant across their globe. The most logical conclusion I can make is that their former homes seismic activity was so volatile. That the planet began creating huge fissures spanning continents. And over the extended years the fissures resulted in the planets core collapsing.
What knowledge and materials they could save was brought here. But again there are no spacecraft's or any form of locomotion that seems to be left behind. Could they have abandoned or placed these refugees here and moved on to another location? Or did they use the materials from their spacecraft's in their homes? But why? I ponder to the few probabilities. But as a think again maybe them using the ships for construction were their only means at shelter. But then how were they unable to the Yautja? Or did they not know or think they would targeted in this unknown location? So many questions so few answers left behind and still many yet asked.
Maybe another day or a few days of searching will provide me a better understanding of things. I'll also need to work on... I stop seeing a shimmering door in my path. Looking to the window I see it's not night so why is the doorway illuminated like a dark purple nebula? Stepping back I call to the Elite sister through the hive link. She doesn't respond until I feel very worried. And to my shock an unseen grip wrenches me forward nearly off my feet. Then another tug takes me down to my knees from the forces unseen grip.
I scream "Sister it's pulling into the darkness...!" Almost as if a pair on unseen hands has a tight grip on my ankles. They tug and pull at me until half my body is inside the endless void. Hearing the sister land onto roof she bashes in through a window to see me. With a harsh tug the void pulls me in and closes as she dashes towards me. I can only describe what I'm exposed to as the same visceral sights the character from Space Odyssey had experienced. Only for me I can feel my mind being split in half, as my screams become an unrecognizable echo of pain.
Third person's View
Heavy foot falls echo against metal as Dante is nudged awake. Before he can comphrended what is happening a very wet hand grabs him off his back and throws him against something hot and wet. Dante groans as he looks up seeing the upright, very tall creature, which has some kind of water apparatus encasing its head. The creature having a deep overbite and an eel shaped head with moist skin waves some kind of instrument at Dante. Dante seeing its threat raises his hands and slowly gets to his feet to move. Each step is a sluggish endeavor due to how off balance he feels. Pushing into a crowd of various odd looking beings Dante receives a snarl to raise his hands apologetically.
Dante gulps as he feels the floor shift to slowly lower the crowd. Seeming to be on a platform of some kind it stops after going down five floors deep from the lights he notices. The crowd is then ushered through four long funnels. Each funnel is segmented with metal grates with space openings. Walking along this funnel they all are soaked with some kind of liquid. To just as suddenly be accosted by strong gusts of hot air. And finally a complex metal brace fixed to their heads and necks. Dante touches the odd collar to then look at the various beings collars closely. Dante thinks 'Either I just woke up on a slave alien ship or I'm on some kind of prison complex. Either way I must get out of here. But this device now fashioned to me might be what they use to keep us in line.'
Studying the layout of the collars with his hands and by looking at the beings in front of him and to his sides. Dante sees two thick rods connecting a side mechanism and an odd circular dial. With an illumination of some kind near the base of the neck. He guesses that it's that part keeping the collars on. Dante stops along with the others as the stand on another platform to be raised, this time going out into what appeared to be a field. Dante and the crowd of beings begin to spread apart in the odd purple grass and weeds. However several run only for Dante to see the full explosive yield of the collars. Rendering the beings into thick splashes of blood and soft tissues across several feet. From what he can see no bones or major internal structures are recognizable.
Dante looks up as a screen of some kind spreads words across it to be followed by a lean feline alien appearing. Dante thinks 'Ok I guess Buck owes some credit to those furry artists on how human thinks real furries look. Well it's a space being but still at least human imagination got the form right.' The blue stripped and white furred feline begins to talk in an odd language as Dante looks around more. Hearing more platforms rising from the ground his best guess is that they are some kind of sports event or nasty competition.
With the new platforms stopping Dante looks over the new furries in different forms of clothes or body armor. All a different animal but the common species seeming to be cats and dogs. All looking eager to attack him and the other crowd of misfit beings. Dante scans them closer trying to get a better read on what they have but stops at the very last one. The cobra like furry having a fancy flight jacket that matches its wide black hood. Dante thinks 'My colleges and fellow soldiers think the Predators are bad. These sick fucks are killing for entertainment but without my revolver I'm as good as dead. But I know for sure I drop my backpack before that void pulled me in. My best guess this places staff stripped me of sidearm and has it locked away with everyone else's weapon.'
But as Dante checks over the hunters body arm he stops to look closely at the cobra. Resting on its waist near a codpiece is Dante's revolver and holster. And yes the snake has not legs just a long thick tail keeping it standing. Dante rolls up his sleeve slightly testing the wireless setting in his gun. Seeing the faint blue beep in response from the grips pin. Dante has one goal get his gun back and use it to escape. Dante eases his way to an edge of the crowd as finally the feline is done talking.
With the blare of a siren the crowd runs or charges. The hunters open fire smiling with sick glee at how easy they kill the first few. But Dante takes a more wide flanking approach. Staying low charges the cobra as it laughs with the others to fire at any and every one charging them head on. Dante seeing his chance presses the remote trigger in his arm sending a few million volts into the cobra. It yowls as Dante pushes past another captive falling body to close in on his target. Grabbing his holster the cobra is shocked as Dante kicks it square in the face. The cobra's jaw releasing an odd crack at the impact of Dante pushing off and rolling to a shooting stance. His holster free Dante pull, levels and fires in a swift motion. Putting three into the cobra's body. The others stop as Dante then triggers the volts but places his revolver to the back of the collar headpieces.
Hearing the contraption frizz out Dante smirks to duck as several of the hunters get their sense back to fire at him. But his distraction lets a good few charge closer to the hunters. One stone skin liking captive rips the head of a cat contestant clean off. Her screams of death following a squishy pop and crack. Its then put down after by another cat opens fire on it. Dante reloads to quick fire back killing a dog and cat contestant as he uses the cobra's body as a meat shield. The last contestant is shaking, looking like a koala of some kind trains her gun to try and kill Dante. Only Dante's quicker on the draw. Putting two round right into her chest to follow up with another one while she's down. With her dead Dante quickly reloads his revolver. Dante knowing he needs to be sparing with his ammo. Feeling his pouches to be sure he has a clear number.
However an alarm blares Dante sees a doorway open with several dozen robots to coming towards them. His best guess is that the host and furries watching don't like the captives winning at all. Dante turns getting the attention of the remaining captives and motioning them to where their platform is buried. With the aid of a few other captives Dante and co keep the robots at bay. While the stronger captives begin prying the sheet of metal off with their bare hands. Dante drops down after the unarmed captives. But only for a few others are able follow after him. With the alarm still going off they run but Dante has no idea where he's going. And he doubts any of the captives know either. Taking the lead with the other armed captives they fire at any robot the pops into their way.
Coming to a stop they are trapped by a thick metal door. A huff comes forward as the other captive's steps aside for a four armed being to brush past Dante. Right away the being begins to pound on the door. Dante is shocked by the shear strength of this eight foot tall being. Dante also now noticing the metal armed being from earlier is helping the other. With however several bloody wounds on his side. After nearly two minutes of continues assault the doors have been bent enough for them to squeeze through. The captive run until finally coming to a stop as several dozen armed furries and robots train their weapons onto them. Dante thinks 'Shit I can't take them all without a reflex booster. And even then I don't have enough ammo to kill them all. Wonder if they're in a bargaining mood?'
A few shouts stop Dante's thinking as a chubby bird furry pushes his way past the others. He's accompanied by three beefy looking bull furries in almost standard riot body armor. The chubby bird motions with his hand for the other captives around Dante to move away. When they don't two of the bulls fire killing a couple before the rest comply. The chubby bird begins to talk but Dante can't understand him. With no ground made four robots come to magnetically attach poles to Dante collar. Now forced to move at the chubby birds command they guide Dante away. Dante doesn't need to look back all he needs to understand is the screams and the cries of his former escapees.
Pushed into a new cell Dante sighs at his rash judgment for escaping. Still from the slightly confined cell he can tell now he's not going anywhere. For four days as best Dante can tell he's been in this cell. Give a small bowl of mushed up gray sloop that's plain and barely has the hint of anything. Dante grumbles, "I'd rather suck on a ration bar then ate this. And even Buck complains that they don't help keep hungry away." After another three days several guards open the cell doors. With poles ready the guards motion for Dante to stand. Doing so two fix their poles to his collar and guide him out. Once within reach two more fix their poles to his collar. With five more armed guards keeping watch over it all.
Dante thinks, 'They won't risk a repeat even if I surrender. I guess seeing me grab their contestant so easily and killing him has them spooked. Or it must also be due to how fast my reflexes are. I often forget how fast I am now or how strange it looks when I dodge things.' Dante is lead into a steel cube, once in and sitting the cube claps shut. Put into complete darkness Dante can't see as the bird furry smile as he watches the cube moved. Hearing guide arms, hydraulics, and a few other things Dante sighs as the cube becomes fixed to a spot. Dante thinks, 'Guess either I'm being moved to somewhere special to be killed. Or the bastard sold me to another blood sports dealer. Either way my next escape will be very bad.'
Unknown View
I smirk the odd chromed mutant may look well not mutant like but he's sure is a fighter. And when you got the balls like he's shown why not use him to make as much Duckets as I can. Entering warp travel it's not log before we exit into the system of Ricoh. This is one of the Yautja hunting systems. But thankfully with some well paid for information we know that some planets they don't hunt on for several cycles. Seeing the orbiting station we dock and offload my catch.
Walking the hanger I see Q. Disk right away. Disk says "Klaos you crazy bastard saw what happened on your show last night. Not good for business if only one of your contestants make it back alive when they're box hunting yeah?" I brush him off damn large Fillon always trying to get a rise out of me. But I got a good feeling about this chrome plated mutant.
I say, "Not when it's entertaining. You didn't see the ratings and payment numbers I pulled letting my audience see the mutants try to escape. Watching that chrome plated mutant kill those idiots was pure unscripted glox and got me plenty of Duckets in my banking block." Disk rubs his small goatee to nod when it comes to making Ducks in our line of work no entertainment is truly bad. When it goes bad for others it means plenty of are watching. And willing to pay to see what the big twist is.
Disk says "Alright so I take it you're going to use your new glox falcon to win the pot this year huh?" I nod telling Disk even if he doesn't win I'll still making Duckets off of how many he does kill. Disk shrugs to order his robots to guide Spab and me to the lounge area. But before leaving I tap the mutants isolation cube a few times saying "Good luck freak and try to make it entertaining. Who knows if you do live I might feed you well just to see how many will want to kill you after." I laugh as Spab tells me it won't live for very long against the other freaks and cons in this years contest. But again doesn't matter people will still pay to see how it dies.
Q. Disk's View
After watching that fat piece of scat leave my hanger bay I order the isolation cubes open to look over all twelve contestants. Klaos is the only one that brought one fucking offering the fuck was suspose to bring three. But maybe a short roster will mean better kills then last time. Ashe walks besides me as she explains all the contestants present. I wash my hand all over her plump snow leopard ass as she says, "We have five mutants, two freakers, and five cons. Two of the cons are actually married sir."
I smirk to say "Make sure the wife is dropped off at least three miles from her husband. And I said open all the cubes I want to see what our crazy cons look like. Before we drop them into the hell jungle." Ashe nods ordering the block boys to open the cubes and keep their weapons locked on these fucks. The built viper smirks as he sits on his coiled lower half. I say "Say's here you're the son of a bitch that blew up a two viper hatcher in the Northwest sectors. Can't see why a viper would put the kill on his own. Especially when there are so few vipers left in the galaxy. So friend care to spill why I mean you might die down there before anyone else finds out."
The sick fuck begins to laugh and hiss answering, "I killed them because I wanted to see what freshly cracked and boiled viper eggs look like. I don't need a reason to kill I just like doing it. And now I get to be even closer to death by killing on the proving grounds to the Yautja. I want nothing more then the chance to fight one to them to death." I shake my head telling the block boys to lock back his cell. Don't need this fuck stick getting any ideas. Moving over to the married couple I see that ones a leather wings and the other a fillon. Seeing the busty fillon and the mildly built Broost I can guess why they got locked up. With their cubes open I sit and laugh I mean these two are locked up just because they are married interspecies.
I'm about to speck when the fillon tries to rush at me but her chains keep her in place. A good zap from the block boys gets her ass back into her cube. Ashe says, "Sir these two murdered twenty nine others within the span of a week. And tried blowing up three men's entertainment blocks in the core sectors." I look at Ashe to make sure she just said what she said. And Ashe nods to show me they even have footage of the crazy couple doing the shit too.
I whistle to say "Yeah you two will do. Oh Ashe make a note for the dresser to take off her bra and expose her cleavage more. We need to keep things interesting yeah." This time the leather wing tries to be the upstart growling and threating with his wings slightly open. Just makes it easier for the block boys to zap his foolish ass. The next is a cyberonic enhanced Dreggy. He's nothing special just a Dreggy who's been in and out of various isolation blocks and lockdown compounds. Same with the two fillons I also tell Ashe to make sure the lean one is put in a crop top. I mean she's flat but we want to at least make her look hot when she dies.
But as Ashe tells me where she suggests we drop the freakers and mutants I stop to look at Klaos little mutant. I say "Ashe get me a universal translator I want to test something." Ashe is confused but she does as I say. I order the block boys to guide the chrome plated mutant to the side away from the others. With it sitting and the translator ready I speak into it. I say, "I saw you watching and trying to understand us yeah. You're not some mutant or odd block you're thinking. And I want to know what you're thinking about?"
The chrome plated mutant takes a moment to answer, "You are right to guess that. The other question you must ask is what will I do you get my freedom?" He sits back studying use all with his eyes. He's not focusing on one thing for long this things really smart. And when a mutant's smart he isn't a mutant he's apart of a race. And one unlike any other seen before this just made things even better.
I smile to begin laughing slapping the table to ask everyone if they can believe this chrome plated guy. I smile still as it says, "From what I can guess you will ask me to either kill or be killed wherever you are taking myself and the others. But I have a offer if you wish to take it?"
I lean in telling the mutant that I'm listening. It says, "My captor believes from my guess that I will die against the others selected. It is mostly likely his means at revenge and a way to make fast money. My offer is that you fool him into a bet. You tell me if it's a bet he won't be able to pay you back and I will fake my death. You get to kill him or take all that he owns. While still having me as a source of entertainment and you agree to how many people it will take for me to be freed." I smirk to nod liking some of what he just offered.
I nod liking the sound of some of what he says. So I lean forward to say, "Here's my counter offer. You take out four of the others in this little contest and I'll bump up your odds of winning yeah? Then you take the dive when I say but instead you actually die." He looks upset and I order my block boys to shock him to keep him from saying anything. I go on as he twitches on the ground "Sorry mutie but do like you're idea of swindling that fuck Klaos out of everything he owns. So don't worry you'll get your freedom you just have to die for it."
I laugh as they drag and toss the mutie back into his cube. I slap Ashes ass to say "I really like that muties idea make sure to ridge his collar to blow on my command. Also I need a good blow to top me off my good mood doll before we start this crazy ride."
Ashe giggles to ask, "How much tongue do you want sir?" I smirk at her to slap her ass again telling her not to be cheeky and to swing her ass to my office. I might just fuck her for a while instead.
Smiles; Well this isn't good. Dante's in a real shit show now.
Jester; That and plenty of other questions are now brought up thanks to what happened. Lets hope he makes it back to the hive. As usual everyone hoped you like this chapter and as always please like, share, and comment. It really helps us to see what you like.
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