Dragons Deep Ch. 05

Solstice jumped. He rolled over a Hornet and slammed his arms down, giving Hops enough freedom to zap with intent. Pulling Beric back on his feet, Solstice defended the brown, bald psycho with bare hands. They had a conversation Pax couldn't hear. Skylen was freed up enough to climb back on top.

The Rider fired its Ripper phaser and the two battle wagons thundered through a warm, steaming Worm corpse.

"They're trying to collapse the fisting cave," Quillin's voice said.

Beric handed the zapper to Solstice and went to his knees. He touched the Rider's roof console for the com. "I'll scan for a path. Keep going straight."

Beric twitched and grimaced on all fours.

"Fuck," Axil yelled into Pax' ear. "Dragonfly interference. He's being taken. Gotta keep him sane."

Ripper brightness. They splattered through another Worm, freshly loosened earth flying up like a parting ocean.

Pax let the mass driver fire blindly and grabbed his chest belt's com. "Somebody fist the psycho or he's Dragon fodder."

Arcadius slipped across the roof on his knees, a lubricated path already along the metal. He unplugged his own ass and a forearm's worth of glittering gold dildo ripped out. He forced it into Beric's hole while his legs went crazy from assgasm quivers.

The psycho was brought back to reality and waved to the side. "R-right, go right. Tunnel blocked."

Both vehicles swerved into a passage just large enough for them. Without the glow splash ahead, they only had headlights to see. Skylen manually triggered blaze clusters and the walls went up in green fire. The bugs crawling from narrow shafts to get the drop on them went up in flame.

"Right again," Beric said. "Left at the rocksaaaahh." As the psycho went down in spasms, Arcadius lubed up and replaced the golden dildo with his own arm.

With an eye to the mass driver's ammo gauge, Pax stopped shooting and tapped Axil to stop. He picked up the zapper rifle and let Axil have his zapper pistol. There was little more left than Weevils and Fleas.

They reached the rocky area and a Ripper beam got them through a membrane. They were back on the glow splash littered path.

Like two smoking metal comets, the warriors emerged into zone Kilo-Oscar. Pax pulled his red bandana down.

Faint red light rimmed the horizon under a dark blue sky as the sun set. The battle wagons slithered to a halt, dry shrubbery crunching underneath.

"Not safe yet," Bautista said. "Psychos, what's the sitch?"

"Lots of activity," Axil said, his boot on the com button. "No direct pursuit, sir."

"Dragonflies too far away to get signal on us," Beric said. "Awww, no no, keep fisting me, bro. Um, bugs have orders to return to the hallow, not follow us."

"One minute left," Ferryn interrupted. "Better be gone like a cumshot."

Scarab and Spider drove over hills at a more reasonable speed until the tundra turned to sand and parked behind a dune, the cave entrance out of sight.

Pax and Axil slipped off the Helping Hands, their legs no longer able to keep them up. The assgasms didn't seem to want to stop, leaving Pax shaking and whimpering with little control.

Bautista and Quillen had left their driver seats and met in the middle, fisting each other to the wrists, crotch on crotch leaning past each other. Bautista's dick was out of his crotch bandana and he rubbed himself wildly on Quillen's abs. Arcadius got double punch fucked by Solstice who was riding the golden dildo mounted on the Cyclops who humped its bulky midsection mechanically forward.

The nukelet went off underground, green fire and purple lightning erupting from shafts across the zone. The ground around the entrance sagged. A long rumble followed and green flame continued to lick up toward the darkening sky where the first stars faded in.

Bautista and Quillen had held still to stare. The Scarab commander grinned and ran his free hand's fingers over the four rings tattooed on the forearm stuck in Quillen's ass.

"Getting another, fist sucker?" Quillen asked.

Bautista's grin widened. "Gonna have to be a thicker one. Nuking an undernest is one thing but a hallow... Now that's the assgasm of fucking up bugs." He jizzed with a shudder, raining cum drops on his rival.

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Lead plates, auto-zapper turrets and tarps, the camp in Echo-November looked like any other.

Pax hadn't slept this well in forever.

Stripped down to bandana and tactical jockstrap, he threw his arm around Axil's shoulder. "Any plans, boy? Coming to Haven with us or letting the Rider mancunts bring you to Doc Wolfram?"

The teen was fucking himself on a replica of Arcadius' arm, suckered onto a table. "Seems a bit crammed in there with Beric but I'll wait what my uncle says. They're still checking what's left of the undernest."

Bautista swaggered away from the workout equipment, getting a call on sat.

"His girlfriend?" Axil asked.

Pax laughed. "Not impossible. With us taking out this fistin' many bugs I bet... Might be work."

"But you still have to resupply at Haven, right? Get a new nukelet?"

Pax slapped the teen's back. "Bitch, ya real eager to stick with us, huh? Can't stand the doc?"

The psycho laughed sheepishly. "I'm just... It's pretty fun, almost dying."

Bautista reappeared, clapping. "Okay boys, we just got a sat call from New Citadel. They had a break in. Mantis, Roach and Earwig mostly, made it into the substructure. They need more crews to find the undernest." He spanked Axil. "I can give the doc a call, if you wanna come along."

"Sir-yes-sir!"

"But first," he commander said and stretched. "We deserve the best morning a mancunt in the zone can have when there's no pussy around."

Everybody gathered eagerly. Bautista, Pax, Axil, Solstice, Ferryn, Quillen, Arcadius, Yo, Skylen and Beric. The two crew leaders handed out drops of Oxyto-White and the anal rapture began. New Citadel could wait another hour, it was half a day's journey anyway.

Pax entered Solstice with his left hand, Ferryn with the right. Bautista fucked him first, letting the promising heat build slowly. Then came the commander's arm, then somebody else's or perhaps it was a toy -- Pax couldn't tell anymore as bliss claimed him.

And what did it matter? Out in the zone with his buddies, fisting under the rising sun, screaming and crying harder than when they'd fought for their lives just one night ago, who cared about details? They were heroes and bitches and warriors and mancunts. They were zoners.

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