The Last Line of Defense

Lt. Colonel Suggar Templeson (you didn't dare give this big, black commando the nickname his first name begged you to give him, and he pronounced it "sooh-gar" and so did you if you were smart) looked over his ammunition, frowning. He did this, not because he was worried about it (they had plenty), but because he didn't want to look at the troops under his command, this last line of defense for the colony on Carborrah 4. These weren't hardened combat troops, these were civilians, the male colonists, pressed into service to defend their young colony. The women, children and elderly/incapacitated men had all been evacuated off-planet until it was seen if their menfolk could preserve this piece of ground for Mankind. They'd lived on this world for nearly a century, Suggar and the men he'd served with at Alpha Base had all been born on this world. Now, they'd pre-empted him and another man, Sharles Weist, to lead the "Homeland Troops" on this defensive line a mere half-kilometer from the town's limits. All the rest were at the next line, a kilometer further out. Good men, well-equipped, and well-trained, but they'd been spread thin, and Suggar had been getting repeated reports as outpost after outpost fell to the native attackers.

Those reports were the worst. You'd hear about the attack beginning, get only fragmentary messages as the attack progressed, and then the men, men he'd known all his life, would get on the radios and beg everyone to "put down your weapons, these natives are friendly, they'll treat you well, you'll love being a part of their society, come on, guys, you know me, I wouldn't lie to you...." All the persuasion fell on deaf ears for Suggar, he knew mind manipulation when he encountered it.

Only one outpost of defenders left between his line and the colony, the natives seemed determined to vanquish all opposition before they'd move closer in. Suggar could count on his line not been molested until the last stronghold was under native control.

"Outpost fourteen, report." Suggar called into his radio.

"Nothing yet and...oh, here they come!" came the radio. "First line is the spindley runners. We're picking them off fast as we can, but there's so fucking many of them. Behind them are the spiked chargers. And the mind slugs in rear, out of range, as usual. Other types in there, a lot of different kinds and..." The voice of the man reporting, Lieutenant Tommis Averly, broke off suddenly, he had fighting to do. Suggar listened to the fragmented sounds of shouted commands, warnings, yelps of men being overcome.

"You know why this is happening, don't you?" came Lt. Weist's scholarly voice. He was practically a civilian himself, little combat training, and had been in charge of the educational portion of Alpha Base's personnel.

"No, why don't you tell me a fifth time?" Suggar said sarcastically. Weist was one of those know-it-all types, laden with a lot of pseudo-philosophical crap that made him awful hard to put up with. If Suggar fell in battle, Weist would take over, that alone made him determined to stay alive no matter what, or take Weist out with his next-to-last bullet. The last, he'd keep for himself like a good soldier should.

"We started this colony without first studying the native life and establishing connections with the species."

"We gave the intelligent tribes a wide berth." Suggar reminded him for the fourth time (one time he'd been tired and just let the man babble on without interruption). "None of them for five hundred klicks in any direction. How did we know they'd come after us? They weren't using this land!"

"No, I don't mean the sentient species, they are obviously far more advanced and possess a telepathic connection with the lower species on this world. I mean, we didn't do anything but make sure no dangerous or poisonous plants or animals were nearby before we set in and started building."

"We figured we'd learn as we went along." Suggar was talking because he could hear the radio still going on, telling of another losing battle. When this group fell, his line would be next on the native's agenda. Any diversion was helpful, and he wasn't learning anything from listening to the chaos of combat, until Averly reported or another like him, he was killing time.

"No, I mean look at how we set about on Earth. We went to new lands, yes, but in each case, we established some kind of relationship with every plant and animal in the new location. Some, we established friendships, like dogs and cats and horses. Others, we subjugated, like cattle and pigs, sheep, goats and water buffalo. Still others, we declared war, on meat animals such as rabbits or squirrels or deer or ducks. In every case, this relationship was fully formed before any real settlements were put into place. Hunting bands and foraging parties and surveying teams, these built our initial contacts. Here, we didn't do any of that. We settled down on a barren patch of land, killed every plant and animal right down to the bacteria, and established our own ecology. This is why we are now at war with every living thing on this world. We never built a treaty with them, and so in every case, these animals, oppressed by our expanding land grab, sought alliance with the native sapients to lead them into combat."

"So you think we're fighting the entire world here?"

"I think we'd be better off if we'd tried to make friendships with some of the species here. Those spiked chargers, for example. Nasty things, if we could have befriended them and recruited them into our own ranks, we'd be doing better than we are in this battle."

To Suggar's other side in the trench, there was a father-and-son pair of colonials, the younger was only sixteen (that was almost nineteen in Earth-years) and the father was over twice that at thirty-four (or forty-one Earth years). Suggar prided himself in knowing details like this about his men. "Is he for real, Dad?" the son asked his father.

"I don't know, Son." the father replied. Both of these were strong men, farmer-types, burly and well-muscled, though how much those muscles were attuned to fighting was a big question mark. "But does it really matter anymore?"

This comment, not meant to be overheard by their superiors, did more to shut up Weist's diatribe than Suggar's own actions ever could have done. Suggar grinned nastily and said, "That's just what I was thinking. Everyone has twenty-twenty hindsight, as they say. And how we would have recruited the spiked chargers when we never saw them until this war started is beyond me."

"We should have known before we moved in." grumbled Weist but before Suggar could press his advantage, the radio crackled.

"Averly here, sir. The battle is over." Averly's voice sounded strained, like he was being buffeted about. "You ought to give up, sir. The natives will, will treat you, uh! Very well indeed! Don't fight them, sir! No need to kill anyone! They didn't kill any of us. Uh, uh, huh! You'll enjoy joining with them, uh, huh! We're all joining them now! Uh, uh-uh-uh! I'm, uh, going to, uh, sign off, uh, now, sir! UH, UH-UH-UH...." His further sounds cut off abruptly as the signal was lost...or terminated.

Suggar looked over his troops. Well, this was it. Either they won or fell by these men, these forces. If they could hold this single perimeter, hold it for a few weeks, Earth would send them reinforcements. If they lost this landhold, Earth would either launch a rescue mission if they could, or would simply withdraw. A few weeks more, that's all the colony of Carborrah 4 needed! But their prospects were not favorable. Well, a man can fight and die for his home, can't he?

"All hands to battle stations." he called out savagely. "They're coming our way next. You have maybe a half hour to get everything done you want done before you fight. Use it wisely."

He found he'd lied to his men, scarcely five minutes had passed before he heard the cries of "Incoming! Enemy troops, in force! Incoming!"

He didn't understand this, until he realized that the "enemy troops" were some sort of large flying insect-like creatures some two feet across. "Airborne!" He called out. "Fire at will!" He demonstrated by launching full auto fire at the flock of flying creatures coming their way.

He and the colonists took a heavy toll on the flying beasts, but then the things were in among them and their advantage vanished rapidly. The insects weren't sturdy, a good blow would kill one, but while you were focused upon one, four more had come up from other angles and were at your body!

Suggar found soon that he had a half dozen of the creatures on his body, and they weren't attacking him, they were attacking his clothing. He saw the father and son he had overheard before locked in a similar battle against overwhelming odds, their clothing was systematically stripped from their bodies (as was his), starting with battle armor and continuing with the clothing on their lower bodies. The insects were expertly undoing the belts at the waist, then unfastening the buttons or unzipping the zippers and then pulling the clothing down their bodies. Other insects, lower down, cut the pants away from the legs and pulled it aside. The jockstraps or briefs or boxers underneath the pants suffered a similar fate. Once cut away, the pants were cut rapidly into thin rags unusable in future.

Suggar found the insects suddenly breaking off their attack and fleeing. "We're beating them off!" he cried out. "Keep on them, men, keep fighting!" His own body was bare from waist to the tops of his combat boots, but he still felt triumphant. They'd fought off this first wave!

He said as much to Weist who simply shook his head. "We still haven't encountered their ground troops. Averly reported a first wave that was beaten away, didn't he?"

That was simple truth, which made Suggar thoughtful. Why hadn't Averly reported on the nature of the attack? Because he was standing around with a bare butt like Suggar was (like they all were, far as he could tell) and didn't want to admit the fact?

"The ground troops will be here in about twenty minutes." he told his men. "This was just a prelude. Get ready for more."

"Dad? What can we do about this?" the son motioned to his exposed dong. Hey, the kid had a nice piece of meat on him. And when the father turned around, Suggar saw that the father was the reason the kid was hung! Both of them were enough to make him feel...well, not small, but just average. He looked over at Weist and smirked, Weist was running a poor fourth among these men.

Take off your shirt and tie it about your waist if you're uncomfortable with it." the father advised. Suggar had to admit the idea made sense, provided you didn't mind your battle armor sitting on your tanktop with nothing else to cushion it. He personally didn't do it, let his manhood proudly wave during the coming battle.

The son and father both formed impromptu kilts of their shirts, their buttocks were still partially exposed as a result, but their organs were covered. Suggar saw with some triumph that Weist had also covered himself up, probably ashamed of his tiny willy! He smirked as Weist looked at him and waggled his hips to make his dong slap back and forth. Weist gave a sort of shrug and smile of apology, he knew what Suggar meant.

And there they came. He didn't have to tell the troops to get ready, the steady drumming sound of the many, many running feet shook the ground and filled the air with a "thumthumthumthumthum" sound. "Everyone ready!" he settled for calling out. "Take your shots at will, but make them count. Concentrate not on killing but on keeping them away."

That didn't turn out to be a choice, the "spindley runners" (various small spider-monkey like beings with hands and legs longer than Earth varieties so that they could run on the plains at cheetah-like speed) didn't make the slightest effort to dodge the gunfire aimed their way. The colonist forces took a heavy toll...but to the massive number heading their way, the losses were as nothing.

Even full auto didn't prevent them from closing to the trenches and getting in among them. A rifle would empty and that would create a small hole in the gunfire which the spindley runners would exploit. Every time you stopped to reload, when you resumed, the forces were closer. Mountains of dead spindley runners formed barriers to let the others close in.

Suggar saw it at the last moment. These runners were a freaking decoy! They weren't MEANT to get close to the trenches, they were a living moveable barricade to let the spiked chargers get close in! "Stop firing at the runners! Concentrate on the spiked chargers only!" he yelled. And he started to report to the home base on what he'd realized when the spiked chargers were suddenly coming over into the trenches!

"Hand to hand!" He got out and that was when the first spiked charger closed with him. All he could do was drop into battle stance and fend the massive beast away from him.

Again, there was no attempt by the fearsome creature to injure him, even though he didn't return the favor for an instant. His own strikes bounced off the heavy outer shell this creature boasted. Despite his every effort, the spiked charger in front of him caught both of his wrists in its huge paws and lifted him bodily up off the ground. He started to kick...and four or five spindley runners promptly caught hold of his feet and legs and immobilized them! Those spindley runners weren't only a diversion! Once they were inside, they were helping out the spiked chargers!

He was left helpless and looking at the spiked charger. Picture the largest, burliest wrestler you've ever seen, enlarge him to ten to twelve feet tall and increase his other proportions the same amount, then cover him with a heavy armor-like carapace like a full-body shell, stud the forearms arms and shoulders with short, nasty-looking spikes and change the face into a grinning demonic form, and you had the spiked charger that Suggar was now captured by.

The spindley runners were moving beneath Suggar, lifting and spreading his legs, and pulling his lower body forward and that was when Suggar felt it.

Long, wet, slimy, but unmistakable. The spiked charger's cock! The organ which had been hidden in a lower compartment-like covering before, had extruded and was now touching him between his buttocks. And the spindley runners beneath Suggar was lifting that cock so it could be inserted into his ass! "Let me go, let me go you Goddamned bastard!" he told the spiked charger.

"Oh, God, Dad!" the chargers had captured the father-son pair on his side and Suggar saw the son directly and enough of the father beyond to know he was in the same situation, both of them were also caught, the son facing out, the father facing inwards like Suggar, but both being pronged by the spiked chargers.

"Brace for it, son!" his father advised and then yelped, the spiked charger holding him had shoved its cock up into the father's ass.

Suggar started to speak to the son himself, but then the charger holding him began to push its dong into Suggar's ass, and Suggar was too busy yelling out himself to talk.

It didn't hurt that much, he found to his mortification, the lubrication on the prick was enough to make it slippery and it slid into his ass the same way the doctor who'd done a rectal examination of him some weeks before had slid a pair of fingers into Suggar's ass all the way up so that he could fondle Suggar's prostate. And now he had an alien cock driving into his ass on a similar mission. The head had a distinct flare on it, a ridge all around that he could feel an inch or so below the tip.

And then the flare found his prostate and when it did, Suggar hissed. Shit, that felt good! He'd discovered that in the doctor's office a long time ago, but to have a full-fledged prong in there felt even better! The doctor's fingers had been knobbly things, this cock was smooth and it stroked rather than palped his prostate gland. "Ahhh, shit!" He grunted.

"Dad, oh, God, Dad, it's got its dick in my butt!" the son cried out.

"I know, Son. They're doing it to everyone. Me, the Carvers, the Morrisons, even our commanding officer has a cock up his ass now." the father explained. Then the father chuckled. "Feels kind of good, doesn't it?"

"It shouldn't feel like this, it shouldn't!" the son moaned. "I'm not supposed...." He trailed off.

"It's all right to like it, son." the father advised. He chuckled wryly. "When it's unavoidable, you should lay back and try to enjoy it."

That didn't sound like such bad advice. Suggar was being bounced up and down on the charger's prong, and he found that the cock was swelling inside his body. A second knob was forming, and after it got large enough, the cock wouldn't come further outside of his body on each thrust, his sphincter wouldn't let it pop outside. The knob swelled even more, until Suggar wondered if he was going to be permanently attached to this charger's cock!

But the throbbing dong was driving itself back and forth even more rapidly now, and Suggar couldn't help, he moaned and his cock, his exposed cock, was hardening.

More of the creatures of this planet were closing on them, a different version the spindley runners were coming into the trenches, and to Suggar's humiliation, one of them came over and promptly sucked Suggar's cock into its mouth and held on. Suggar was being bounced by the charger in mid-air as it was, the motions drove his cock in and out of the, uh, Suggar decided to christen them spindley suckers, for they were as slender as the spindley runners, though they moved slower and with a more waddling motion. The sucker earned its new name well, for the suction it levered on Suggar's prong was more than enough to turn the charger's manipulation of his prostate into intense sexual desire.

With a critter sucking his pud, Suggar couldn't even pretend to hold back, he had to howl his pleasure out to the world.

And when he gave vent to his joy, it was like it gave license to his men to do the same. In no time, the air was filled with human howls of joy and ecstasy.

And in the midst of all his delight resounding round him, Suggar reached orgasm and exploded into the sucker's mouth, the sucker held on and Suggar felt the beast holding all the jizz he was spraying in its mouth area only, his cock was squelching about in its juices and the sucker still didn't let go, it held on even when Suggar was done and his cock was softening.

And the charger began to fuck at him anew, the huge beast growled out in ecstasy and its cock exploded up into Suggar's ass, again, his butt kept the charger's spunk right around the working dong, and it squished and sucked and boiled about the charger's prod as it continued to ram Suggar's butt.

The knob he had felt growing in him remained in place and Suggar realized that the cock didn't get softer for having orgasmed. The charger paused only briefly and then began to fuck him again.

The father and son had been brought together so that they were face to face and both were being worked by a pair of suckers that had insinuated themselves between them. The chargers seemed to know that they had conquered these men, for they had released the father's hands and he had wrapped them around his son, who was writhing in his pleasure. "Hang in there, son." he told the moaning, sobbing younger man, "you're not to blame for enjoying this. It's all a physical reaction, so go ahead. You aren't doing anything wrong. Go ahead."

"Oh, God, Dad, I can't stand it, I, oh, oh, oh, I'm coming, Dad, I'm coming!" The son groaned.

His father held his son to his chest tightly as he could, given the awkward position and the son groaned and his body contorted in climax, and the father held his son while his body thrashed about in passion until at last it was done and the son was sobbing in his exhaustion and his embarrassment. God, having your first orgasm (Suggar guessed that part, but the kid's reaction seemed to bear it out) with an alien rap ist while being held by his father, what the hell would that do to the kid's psyche? And to cap it off, the father kept holding on and then the father was orgasming as well, while holding his son tight. The son's reaction was first of shock, and then he reached his face out and he kissed his father's face while the older man still shook from his climax.

The big "mind slugs" were coming up, the presumed lords of this planet's inhabitants, and now they were coming in close to Suggar and his men. The suckers all approached the slug, their cheeks extended with the spunk they had harvested from the humans, and Suggar watched while they matched their mouths to a smaller oral extension of the slug and squirted it into the slug's mouth.

These suckers collected the human's spunk to give it to the slugs! Meanwhile, these chargers kept right on fucking their humans, and now the men's asses were filled with charger's spunk! Would they keep this up until their captives exploded from the come in their asses?

The charger fucking Suggar ejaculated in his ass a second time. Suggar felt his own desire building. What was this thing doing to him, fucking him like this? Fucking all of them like this? His men were almost all now released from the killer clutches, and some of them were on the ground on all fours, being butt-fucked in that position, others were holding their charger partners as if they were in love with the huge, ugly beasts.

And Suggar felt the charger release his own wrists. He was lowered to the ground and he turned himself around, his ass still held prisoner by the knob on the charger's cock, and then he was pressed onto the ground on all fours and he was butt-fucked and again he felt his cock harden. A sucker hurried over and caught hold of his cock and began to milk him again.

"Hell of a note, eh, Colonel?" came Weist's voice. Suggar looked up, passion blurring his eyes, and saw Weist was in a similar position, but instead of all fours, he was bent over, his hands on his forelegs, being rammed that way.

Suggar thought of something. "How does this fit into your, uh, theory about this planet?"

"It does modify it somewhat." Weist agreed. "Having been refused the chance to make a treaty of their own, the native species have banded together and are imposing one by force. We are becoming a part of this planet. None of us can ever forget this time. Nor, I suspect, will we be able to have sex with other humans again, without the help of a charger's cock up our ass."

Suggar realized to his horror that this was true. He had an erection, for no other reason than he had this huge prong in his butt! It had...it had turned him into an ass-man! "No fucking way!" And his body, his traitor body, began to spark again with the beginning throes of orgasm.

"Look at it this way, Colonel." Weist paused to let out a huge, heart-felt groan. "We finally belong to this world." And as Suggar hit his climax, Weist moaned and the two men caught hold of each other and held tight while the suckers again collected their semen for the huge slugs.

And Suggar saw that more of the natives were busily streaming toward the colony. There weren't that many men in there, but the natives would collect them all. After that...they'd have to start to work building their new lives. So many men spoiled by this, changed into the butt-slaves of these spiked chargers. Better to keep the integration as smooth as possible.

He got hold of his radio and he called the city. "Lt. Colonel Templeson here. Our position has been overrun. My suggestion is to immediately surrender to the natives. They'll treat you well, no reason to kill them, it won't do any good and you'll find that things are going to work out fine. My men and I are joining them, because....oh, God!" He was finding another climax creeping up on him again already. He continued his report in gasps and groans. And now he knew why the other outposts and defensive positions had done the same.

The last line of defense...if you can't beat them, join them!

THE END
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