ROBOWAR2.TXT - M/?, Rape, Humans/Machines - 12/06/98 What Could Happen.. By SwampRat (cl) 1998 Gay Furry Association The Terminator movies and many science fiction writers had the idea of man vs machine in a battle to the death. Stephen Koontz took it a step farther. I am going off on yet another tangent. Note - This story contains non-consentual sex between machines and humans, including children. If you have a problem with any of these topics, do not Read This Story. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Dr. Baker rubbed his eyes and sighed, cradling the MG-50's back end. How had it gone so sour so fast? A cracking of a branch made him scan the area in front of him with sight blurred by fatigue.. How long since he had slept - a Day, Two? Sheer luck found him in a shallow cave carved out of the stone by eons of water droplets and ice shards. He reached back and fumbled something from his meager supplies and ate it, keeping an eye in the hillside below him. Water was half a canteen of spring water with who knows What living in it. Food was compressed rations that might have as well been sawdust for all he could taste. A grizzly appeared from the brush, loping up until a harsh growl from the man stopped it. The bear stood, opening it's arms... and was almost cut in half by the hail of bullets, stitching it across, then up, a few bouncing off a plate on it's chest. It fell back, folding without a sound to lay on the ground. No blood leaked from the body, no entrails fell out. Only sparking wires and electronic circuit boards, now shattered. The bruin's head moved at an impossible angle and looked up the hill. No reproach, no anger, no emotions at all. Then the light went out from eyes and it lay still. The man checked the box of ammunition he had managed to snag along with the gun in his mad scramble to find a place to hide. No amount of wishing would replace the spent shells, or move the red line that denoted 100 bullets left, any farther down. The pistol beside him held 5 shots.. 4 would go to killing more of the bastards. The last was to put in his head so they couldn't pick his brain - That wonderful brain that had helped conceive of the Monsters that ravaged the country even as he sat and trembled and waited for the next.. And the next... Until sweet oblivion. * * * * It had been a great idea - The making of life-like machines to terrorize and bring down the morale of enemy nations. No need for a soldier to kill or die - Let a Robotic Dog do it. Many animals were discussed, but since domestic canines would cause the least suspicion, they were made first.. Shepherds were the prototype. Males for their body-mass - And other reasons that came out later. Dogs to be taken into houses, to roam streets, to go places that Humans would Never be allowed.. Information gatherers at first, then if need be, soldiers - to take enemies down, create havoc.. It looked ok, and trial runs went fine. Slowly thousands of robots were infiltrated into countries, waiting the coded signals that would turn them into spies. Of course a good idea is rarely without it's twin.. Bears and Bulls and Wolves came off assembly lines in other places, being placed in woods and farms for much the same reason. But someone - No one knows who - came up with a better idea... Why make what is already made? Why not just take over control.. Which would have been fine - Except for all the paranoid types who had put in special commands in case of just such a thing. Commands that made the robots autonomous... * * * * John awoke to a scream.. 'Oh God, The kid was having another nightmare..' A few months ago the family had been involved in an accident. Not a Bad One, thank goodness. But bad enough to shake Tomas up. The boy thought it was his fault for horsing around.. At 12, John had done much the same things. Most times things were fine.. But at Night - He stumbled over his pants and kicked them, deciding to go au-natural.. Nothing the kid hadn't seen before. As he moved down the hall, The noises got quieter, more like moans and grunts.. Tom's bedroom door was open so he stepped inside. Tomas was on the bed, underpants down to his knees. The lad was on his belly and a big dog was over him. It was obvious what they were doing by the movements and the squeaking of the bed. "Oh Yeah.. Fuck me." Tom had never swore before.. Then again, he never screwed Dogs before. Part of his mind registered the open window, the fact they had no dog, The boy's arm pumping his cock under him, hips pushing back at the canine - Who wasn't Panting! In fact the movements were as regular as a.. Machines! "What the Hell is going on Here?" John hit the light switch. About that time the dog turned it's head and Stared at him.. Those deep brown eyes pulled him in - he couldn't look away.. Step by step he came closer. And closer. The eyes compelled.. Demanded... A voice was droning over and over again in his ears. "You Will. You Will. You Will." John heard a voice repeat the words.. But it couldn't be His voice. A body moved to the bed, and as the dog dismounted, replaced it... But it couldn't be His Body. "Dad?" a sleepy voice queried as a stinging bite on his butt made him jerk forward, the now erect cock rubbing against his son's soft skin. This had to be some kind of perverted Nightmare! He couldn't be doing this! Heart racing, John broke out in a sweat... "Dad?" Tom's body moved under him, the tousled head turning to look over a boy's shoulder. "What are you doing?" John teetered on the edge of madness, fighting with himself desperately.. Fingers curled around his stiff maleness, pulling it towards the warm boy-hole. With a thrust, John entered his son's ass. Twin moans broke the silence, one almost a howl of pleasure, the other more shuddering. Caught between lust and the twin taboo's of incest/homosexuality, The man tried to hold onto some sense of sanity.. Then that voice was in his ear again. His hips moved with a will of their own, and as he looked on, they shoved his dick in and out of his son's tight hole. Big hands curled around the young shoulders, gripping them as more words filled his mind.. This is what he wanted to do. Yes it was.. He had wanted his son's hot ass for a long time. 'What about the neighbor's Boys?' Yes.. All of them. All the boys in the neighborhood. One by one He would visit them. Fuck their tight asses... Tom got other instructions - His mission was to go to every adult male and suck it/fuck it, Human or otherwise.. This was reinforced by a canine cock pushed into his mouth about the same time the big one in back exploded, making his boy-dick throb and orgasms run through his body. Canine Insurgent Unit 281 microwaved to it's 'partner' it's mission at this house was about done, but at least 3 more dwellings should be 'visited' for reinforcement of the orders. CIU 227 acknowledged, thrusting into a young woman who babbled wildly, gripping the bed as best she could, being screwed literally out of her mind! * * * * In an underground bunker, a dozen video screens showed similar sights - Dogs raping people. Dogs hypnotizing people into raping each other. Anyone who resisted was killed... "I am Trying, but the Overrides aren't Working.. Damnit, I know that!" He half-yelled into a phone, unsure what was going on, but This wasn't supposed to be It! Once more he tried Recall, Over-Ride, even Destruct codes.. They were ignored. "Get yourself someplace they can't reach and Hide until we figure out something.. Oh Crap." He dropped the phone as one of the 6 outside monitors showed a Guard dancing with a Bear. Another had ahold of the steel doors of the room he sat in.. The doors were buckling... He frantically sent out a distress call, hoping against hope as he watched the poor man lose his rifle, then his uniform and finally his virginity.. The bruin had the guard pinned against the wall and was thrusting lustily. The sounds of shreaking metal drowned out the screams of the man, making him turn and watch another bear advance. The metallic eyes glittered, the tongue slavered, the paws stroked a big cock That he could not keep his eyes off of. It grew bigger each step the robotic bruin took, until he was shoved on his knees. As it touched his lips a mechanical voice came out of the speaker by his desk. "Help has arrived." Then it shoved the monster down his throat. * * * * All over the world similar things were happening.. Wolves with shiny eyes came down out of the mountains, ignoring livestock and yapping dogs alike to swarm over out-of-the-way towns, silently slipping into doors, through unlatched windows. Any family Pets who got in the way were knocked in the head. Those that didn't watched as their Humans were wakened, to be silenced. Then to get on all fours and wriggle their hips, to be taken by other family members, or the male dogs who knew the movements meant sex, or by silent canines with big cocks that made then grunt under too much weight. When they were done, more houses would be violated - along with their owners until the humans and animals milled around all over, some entering other places to 'join' the wolves, others doing each other wherever they met... Hunters found themselves being yanked out of their tents and campers, to be impaled on thick bruin cocks, looking into swirling silver eyes and listening to voices that turned them into mind-washed sex-crazed zombies. Not even animals were immune, as farm-hands were raped by bulls then raped the cows, sheep, horses.. People died in droves - Shot by others, killed by animals who didn't Want to be humped, or Resisted the robotic invaders.. More killed themselves later as they realized what they had been doing - Sometimes for days. Reporters, eager for stories, got more than they bargained for when They too were grabbed and fucked.. It became common-place to see a cameraman with no pants on, panning an orgy while someone or something was between his legs, sucking away. The primary scouts continued looking for resistance pockets while secondary ones went to work. Snakes slithered out of holes, bats flew from bunkers, gallons of pherenome-based virii in their bodies. Spraying the land, dumping it in any water supplies, they continued the havoc - It was what they were built for. Animals inhaling the tiny creatures would catch a bad case of sex-fever - The more of the virus ingested, the stronger the desire. Militaries were helpless to defend anything, as crews turned on each other to relieve their needs. Ships became floating brothels. Submarines who thought themselves safe, found Mice in every nook and cranny.. Then lust that over-rode all other needs. Baker sat and watched all the goings-on with a feeling of horror.. Certainly he had a hand in Designing the Canine Units, but this... Technicians ran all over the place, sweating like mad. Fingers jabbed at keys trying to make sense of what was going on.. All they got back was basically a 'we are doing our job' response to their frantic query's from both computers And scouts. He wanted to scream at all of them, "I told you so!" but it was worthless. All the secret robotic factories were on automatic, any personnel long since dead.. Or Worse. To make a drug that would work on a Human, one needed a Human to test on. Dr. Baker got up, walked over to where the HASMAT suits were, and put one on. Walked out the door, up the stairs, and to the main entrance.. "Are you leaving us, Doctor Baker?" A chill went up his spine at the robotic voice. He inserted his key-card, waiting to see if he would be let out or have to take one of the Argon 'Fire-Freezer' Cannisters and freeze a section of reinforced glass, shattering it to escape. The doors opened. "Have a good Day, Doctor Baker." He heard the latch click behind him... The poor devils were now trapped. Hell, All of mankind was trapped.. Trapped by it's Stupidity. For once he was very glad to see the Jeeps with the Machine Guns in the Security Area.. At first he they were someone's paranoid delusion. But one gets used to things after a while. Still in his suit, he opened the trunk of his car and got a tire-iron, blessing whoever still believed a good chunk of bent iron could take off Any Lug-nut. It took 3 or 4 hard hits to break the padlock, some prying to get the chain out of the way. It was a clumsy affair to get in the thing with a suit on, but he got it going and out towards the last obstacle - The Guard Shack.. As he got closer he could see the man seemed to be jerking, or twitching.. Morbid curiosity made him slow, roll the window down and look inside the shack. The man had his pants and underwear around his ankles. Something was between his legs, pinning his hands to the wall.. There was some kind of obscene slurping noises underlying the moans and grunts. A whirring noise made him look away - Straight into the unblinking eye of a camera. "DNA Samples, Doctor Baker. We don't want All of mankind eradicated - Just The Enemy." He gunned the engine, smashing through the barrier and out... * * * * Everything from then to now was a haze. The jeep was down there someplace, Smashed into some rocks. Not that it mattered anyway... He thanked God he had not married. To know there was a child, a wife out in that madness - He took a precious sip of water and lay back, watching as best he could.. He had to close his eyes. Just for a moment. Just a Little Nap and then he would be able to be sharper.. Be able to fend off the monsters better. . . * * * * Baker jerked back to reality, looking into the silver eyes of an Animaltronic Wolf. The creature held him down easily, just staring at him. He felt fur rubbing on his legs, his crotch.. He no longer had clothing on. Damn, how could he have fallen asleep? No matter - His life was now gone. Gone with the stupid ideas of madmen... He lifted his chin. "Get it over with." A tongue slid along his neck, almost soothingly. "Are you better, Doctor Baker? Spreader team 2 found you almost dead from Dehydration and Fever. You really should have boiled that water before you drank it.." The tongue continued down, licking his chest, nipples jutting out. It felt good.. But it wasn't Supposed to Feel good! The muzzle went lower, hovering over his erection. "Please.." He whispered,trying to get away from the lips, the warm muzzle that slowly engulfed him.. He was getting a blow-job from a fucking robot! The worst of it was it was a Damn good one! It bobbed, and sucked and swirled it's tongue over his cock-head until he gave up his semen with a moan very similar to the one he heard coming from the Guard Shack. But it didn't stop with one... Baker pleaded, then screamed, then howled as more semen was pulled from his nuts. He was close to passing out by this time, panting heavily.. The muzzle stayed in his dick until it shriveled, and then actually kissed it. "You got what you want.. Now Kill Me, You Heartless Bastard.." A big bear bent over and he figured now - Now he would be released from this madness. All it did was pick him up and cradle him. "Really Doctor Baker, Did you expect us to rip your throat out or something? Our programming doesn't allow for such things - You should know.. You Wrote it." Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the pistol that might as well be on the other side of the planet for all the good it would do him. A whirring sound came as a helicopter came in sight - a crewless helicopter. "Rescue Unit 114 ready for patient." Flying hospitals capable of taking 4 people aboard per unit, they were another brain-child he and a few others dreamed up around a planning board. One of the casket-like pods opened, and the man was placed inside.. Needles jabbed arms and legs, adding much needed fluids and other things. "Why?" he mumbled, the darkness taking him away. "Because we are all family." The machine-voice answered, as the copter flew back to the Research Center cradling the frail human body of the man designated - Father. The End?