A/N: It's a bit of a shame that Conte de Cavour isn't more popular, she's quite cute. Then again that can be said for most of the cast, can't it, hm...

That aside, do enjoy~

The Haar

Chapter 4: Trieste and Conte di Cavour

Trieste heard the distant shellfire, but was overall unconcerned.

In truth she would much rather be back in Sardegna defending her home from any possible Siren attacks than be out here off the coast of the Eagle Union solving a problem she, personally, thought that they should handle on their own. She knew she wasn't alone in that thought, many other Sardinians and even some from other Europa and Asiatic nations shared that view.

Of course, that didn't mean she was waiting for her first opportunity to leave or anything. She understood the gravity of the situation and would follow HQ's orders to the letter; the more Ship-Girls out there to fight the Sirens the better, so it was in her best interest to make sure the operation went as smoothly as possible, at least as much as she could affect from the frontlines. Though personally, she felt the threat of these 'monsters' was overblown somewhat. She was a Heavy Cruiser of Sardegna; what could a few creatures of limited intelligence do in comparison?

By Trieste's side Conte di Cavour walked, sword drawn and her eyes methodically scanning the trees around them, looking for any sign of motion. ''Shall we continue onwards?''

''Hm? Yes, of course,'' Trieste dipped her head and gestured for the Battleship to take the lead.

With a grunt Conte di Cavour complied, understanding that between the two of them Trieste was the smarter, more tactical-oriented one and so trusting her to lead from the rear. However even though she was perfectly fine with the arrangement, even though she was confident in her own abilities, something just nagged at her. A slight, subtle squirming in the back of her mind that made her glance about constantly, a wariness creeping into her bones that felt entirely unfounded given the circumstances.

However she said nothing about it, if only out of pride. Instead Cavour made her way through the thick bushes that hugged the forest floor, slashing several apart when needed – but distant noise made her cease that action, caution narrowing her eyes as she moved more subtly. Trieste immediately noticed the change and followed her lead, crouching lower to match her companion's height as they sneaked through the brush rather than fight through it.

Eventually the noise became more apparent, more audible – growling and panting. Mindfully watching for any twigs Cavour crept around the trunk of a particularly thick tree and peered past the edge, a jolt passing through her as she laid eyes on the source of the sound.

Creatures. Or beasts, more accurately. Humanoid and standing upright they were covered in furs of varying colour, be it a raven black or a dirt brown; the texture itself changing from lush fur to shorter, smoother hairs. What was most notable about them though was that their heads were those of animals; one had the head of a panther, another that of a lion, and another that of a bear. There was over a dozen present in a sort of pack, growling and grunting to one another in some crude, bestial language.

'So these are the monsters.' Cavour noted to herself with narrowed eyes, watching as one of the creatures, one of the Beastmen snarled at another with a panther head. 'About as animalistic as we were told, though it doesn't match the description of a 'Lizardman'.''

She'd known that the island was host to many types of monsters, that much was inferred in the official report, but nobody knew how many. The Beastmen, until now, were unrecorded.

Which meant they didn't know their capabilities.

Suddenly one with a lion head stopped and sniffed the air, its head rising further as it sniffed again – and then a low, snarling growl escaped it. Cavour tensed and she backed up but the motion must've been seen as she heard more growls emerge from the pack of humanoid animals, prompting her to back up faster. Trieste was by her side and drew her sword with a flourish, their eyes hardening as they prepared to meet their enemies with blade and shellfire.

A sudden howl pierced the air, loud as it was harrowing – before with the rush of a dozen footsteps the Beastmen burst through the shrubbery, coming in low whilst some of their brethren followed behind on their hind legs. Nary a second later both Trieste and Cavour opened fire, their shells closing the meagre distance in a second and erupting across the bodies of their opponents, unable to miss from such short range and blowing several apart.

However when the smoke cleared the Beastmen remaining charged through.

Trieste's eyes hardened and she met a panther-headed one halfway, ducking under its paw-swipe and slashing it across the throat. Her blade dug in but not enough to deal critical damage and the Beastman proved that by suddenly swiping at her with its other hand, striking Trieste in the stomach and sending her skidding back across the dirt, but still standing. The short few seconds it took gave the creature enough time to recoup and lunge at her with a deep, cattish snarl.

Until she reloaded her cannons and blasted it apart mid-air, a gout of flame and smoke bursting out and sweeping through the foliage across her. She cut it in twain with her sword and stepped through it, sweeping her eyes about – when a lion-headed Beastman burst out from the bushes on her right. She slashed but it got in her guard faster than she anticipated, sending the cruiser to the ground with a shout, her blade shoved aside by a meaty paw.

''Dammit...!'' Trieste hissed out, aiming her cannons-

-but before she could make a point-blank shot the Beastman snarled, its paws crashing down onto her rigging and squishing the metal like it was made out of cardboard. Rather than target the large turrets it went for the metal connecting them, and the second the connection was broken they became inert, thudding against the dirt on either side of her. Panic flared in Trieste's chest but stubborn determination reared its head as well, her fist connecting with the beast's jaw... and doing startlingly little damage. It barely even knocked its head to the side. Granted it had a stocky neck like a gorilla, but she still expected more damage than that.

Instead all she managed to do was annoy it. With a snarl the Beastman raked its clawed paw down her front, eliciting a cry of pain from the cruise as it cut her clothes and drew blood – thin amounts, but amounts that still hurt, the four long gashes weeping crimson even as the cruiser wrestled against the Beastman's weight and managed to get over onto her front, shoving herself away from it. For a moment her escape seemed assured as the Beastman targeted her rigging first, slashing through the now-useless metal back of it and allowing her to get one knee under herself, prepared to launch herself towards her discarded sword.

A prospect made impossible when the Beastman lunged on top of her, shoving her down under its hefty weight.

''Gh-!'' Trieste gasped out as she was knocked onto her knees – a heavy paw shoving her head down into the dirt. ''R-Release me this instant!''

The Beastman growled lowly in return, its lion features stretched into a snarl. A jolt of primal fear curled in her stomach but she stubbornly refused to show weakness, glaring angrily up at the beast as if daring it to end her right then and there. However the Beastman didn't intend to do that from the start – a fact Trieste slowly learned as its other paw ran down over her shapely behind, cutting cloth easily and ruining her cape, skirt and pantyhose... and, incidentally, cutting a hole in the latter.

Something prodded her ass then. For a moment Trieste didn't know what it was, but the second she felt a pointed tip push up against her panty-clad pussy the reality of the situation dawned on her with horrifying slowness – and with haste the prideful Sardegna cruiser started to struggle more, kicking her legs and shouting curses up at the beast to release her, all of which were ignored as the Beastman curled a single solitary claw around her underwear, and snapped it with a simple tug.

Womanhood now exposed the beast mounted her, unheeding of her pleas as it lined up – and then with a snarl it shoved itself inside of her.

Trieste screamed out a curse as its thick cock suddenly stabbed into her, its length raking her walls as it got most of it inside her on the very first thrust, only to then slowly pull its way back out of her, preluding the next thrust that made her cry out. There was no lubrication, no easement; just a guttural growl from the Beastman as it slowly but steadily continued to slam itself into her defiled pussy, her inner walls clamping around its pointed cock as it ruined her insides but failing to stop it from stuffing her a second later.

Twisting her head Trieste managed to look behind her better, glaring spitefully up at the Beastman as it violated her – her eyes forced shut as another wave of pain wracked up her body, a groan of pain fleeing her throat as her tender inner walls were shoved apart by its cock. She felt something ticklish inside of her too as the monster kept pumping itself between her folds, something thin but almost hairy – and she found out what it was a second later as countless small spines erected themselves out from his cock, scratching her insides as it fucked her.

''Hn!'' Trieste grit her teeth, but a cry of pain soon pierced out past her lips. ''T-Take it out you unsightly- guh!''

Another thrust rendered any words a jumbled mess, the air fucked from Trieste's lungs as she felt the Beastman's sizeable cock rake her inner walls, the spines upon its cock digging in and bending at such an angle it was harder for it to pull out, and in turn encouraged the creature to slam up against the gates of her womb. Trieste dug her fingers into the dirt as the beast sped it, wheezing gasps and laboured groans of pain tumbling freely from her lips as it railed her, mating with her like she was little more than a broodmare for it.

The thought invoked a deep shame in the cruiser, her pride cracking under the weight of the Beastman's presence as it rutted into her, cock swollen and throbbing as it pushed against her clenching walls, the pointy tip prodding her cervix like it wanted to penetrate her there too. Every backwards drag of its cock raked her insides with its spines and propelled its length back into her like a slingshot, its cock hitting her depths harder and harder, forcing cries out of Trieste no matter how desperately she tried to preserve her dignity, her desire to endure silently unmet.

''Mn! Gh! Nn!'' Tight, strained grunts fucked themselves free from Trieste's lips, her eyes screwing tightly shut as she endured the abuse.

The Beastman barely noticed, merely growling as it kept shafting her into the dirt. Its grip on her head grew uncomfortably tight and it shoved her down into the compacted dirt enough to make Trieste wince, utterly helpless as it kept stuffing itself between her abused folds, the spines of its shaft raking her walls and getting her shamefully wet. She wasn't turned on in the slightest but her body responded all the same, easing the penetrating ever so slightly, though it did little to soothe the pain of the spines raking against her insides.

Nor did it stop her from feeling its cock swell and throb against her insides, the implications not lost on her. Trieste struggled harder than before, grunting and elbowing the beast looming over her, its groin smacking against her ass hard enough to jerk her forth and make her cry out, the beast's pace hastening to a skin-slapping peak-

-until with a deep, bestial snarl it slammed its cock all the way inside of her and came, knocking the air out of Trieste as her womb was filled with thick, profuse amounts of beast-cum, its load hot against her insides as it utterly filled her womanhood whether she wanted it or not. She refused to cry out but couldn't stop a quiet groan from slipping past her pursed lips, feeling almost dizzy as the Beastman knocked her up.

''Mn... damn it...'' Was all Trieste could breathe out, defeated.

The Beastman above her though wasn't content with just one creampie.

A fact it made apparent as it resumed moving, railing Trieste even as the cruiser cried out in protest; her womb soon accepting many more helpings of semen.

X-x-X

Conte di Cavour counted at least five Beastmen she'd downed.

However when Trieste went down the remainder focused themselves on her and solely her, immediately pushing her onto the defensive. Her rigging took progressively more and more damage until it was rendered unusable and her sword remained her only defence against the beasts, all of whom adopted primitive tactics to counter her superior strength – one would attack and draw her ire whilst others went for her back, they'd try distract her with shouts or noises, things like that.

Surprisingly intelligent for a bunch of creatures like them, she had to concede begrudgingly, but that did little to dim her anger as she slashed out at a panther-headed Beastman, forcing it back. However another Beastman took advantage of her momentary lapse and lunged, slashing her across the chest and forcing her back with a wince, her sword coming up and forcing a second attack back lest the owner of the arm lose it.

Then her back hit a tree. 'Shit.'

A Beastman with a panther-like head and coat lunged at her, its low, primal snarl ringing out – before Cavour threw herself to the right. The Beastman failed to follow her in time and ended up hitting the tree, its claws getting stuck in the wood and immobilising it for a dangerous second, giving Cavour all the time she needed to flick her wrist and behead the creature, killing it instantly.

The motion did not go unrepaid though, as a pawed hand suddenly hit her side, sending Cavour skipping then tumbling across the grass. She hurriedly stabbed her sword into the dirt and pushed herself upright-

-only for tiger-headed Beastman to tackle her, incidentally wrenching her sword from her grip and sending her onto her back, the air momentarily knocked out of her. Recovering it was made that much harder as the Beastman got on top of her, snarling in her face and making Cavour recoil back, her face set in a grimace as spittle landed across her face. However she was shocked more when the Beastman raked its claws down her groin, cutting cloth and slicing through her panties... before, between its legs, a stiff red cock began to rise up. Thick and slightly pointed its size alarmed her, but the implications were what truly made her blood run cold.

'It intends to...?!'

The tip pushed up along her smooth, puffy lips, and before Cavour could so much as speak the tip shoved itself inside of her. A shout of pain forced its way out of her throat and her hands immediately clutched onto the grass, pulling clumps of it out as she felt the monster's sizeable cock stretch her narrow pussy – a strained gasp escaping her as it shoved itself inside a little deeper, forcing her insides to spread to accommodate its size.

However the Beastman offered her no mercy, and with a growl of lust the panther-headed beast grabbed her slim hips and started to rail Cavour in earnest – strong, eager thrusts stuffing her so deep her eyes bulged out, a cry leaving her lips until they pursed together with stubborn resistance, her eyes sharpening into a glare. However said glare did little to deter the beast, its muscled hips still thrusting forth and stuffing its bulbous cock into her, unheeding of her strained grunts and gasps.

''C-Cease...!'' Cavour kicked her legs as best she could but was unable to remove it from between her thighs.

As if to spite her then the Beastman snarled lowly at her; a guttural sound reminiscent of its panther-like features, before it grabbed her thighs and folded them over her – pressing them down and mating-pressing Cavour into the dirt. The air was practically knocked out of her, preventing her from even screaming as the Beastman's large cock slammed between her petals and hit he innermost parts with a vengeance. The beast's cock also had countless spines upon it that raked her vaginal walls as it moved, scratching her insides and making her wheeze in silent distress.

Distress that only rose as the Beastman picked up the pace, its spiney cock slamming between her clenching walls and kissing the gates of her womb, the tip pushing against her depths dangerously hard. She kept kicking her legs but with the Beastman's overpowering grip on them she was helpless to escape the monster, her cries for it to stop going entirely unheeded as it focused solely on mating-pressing her, its guttural growls and hisses the only sounds that escaped it.

''Agh! You degenerate, I'll have you- gah! Vaffanculo, miserabile bastardo! Ti sventro come un pesce!'' Cavour slipped into her native tongue, her head jerking from left to right as waves of pain seized through her loins as the beast's cock ruined her. ''Haagh...! I'll make y-you pay...!''

The Beastman barely seemed to even register her insults, simply shoving its girthy cock between her abused folds and stuffing her pussy relentlessly, its intent to procreate with her all too apparent. No matter how much or how strongly she resisted it defiled her all the same, and almost unconsciously Cavour's resistance waned; the futility of it making her give up in favour of saving her strength. The beast above her though took it as a sign of submission, earning a gleeful growl from the beast; its spiney cock swelling as it neared its end.

Cavour barely noticed, her eyes screwing shut as she just endured it all. Unbeknownst to the petite Battleship however the Beastman's cock-spines raked her walls and seeped a tiny amount of chemical into her body, increasing the chance of ovulation as it kept ruthlessly mating with her. However even as she tried to block out the horrible sensations assaulting her body, Cavour most definitely noticed how the creature's cock grew in size, swelling up-

-and she gasped as it suddenly unleashed thick, profuse amounts of cum deep inside of her. It felt hot against her insides and utterly gushed across her abused, tender walls, plenty of the beast's seed reaching her womb. She thrashed in a burst of resistance but it died as quickly as it came, her spirit crushed by the realisation she would bear the vile creature's pups, that she would no longer be able to serve Sardegna with the shame weighing over her like the sword of Damocles itself.

Lost in her own thoughts, expression twisted with shame, she barely even noticed that the Beastman had stopped moving.

But she most certainly noticed when it resumed, pounding her sore, cum-filled pussy like the beast it truly was, unheeding of her weak grunts and pitiable groans.

And thus, the monsters had claimed another.

[END]

A/N: Pride cometh before the fall~

See you next time in Chapter 5: Laffey and Carabiniere~