Somewhere in another galaxy, there lied the planet of Ostuuma which was smaller than its neighbours but far more vibrant with a healthy population of millions of mammals.  But the dominant species were mustelids, ranging from badgers and stoats to otters and wolverines, all claiming different territories across the land and just discovering the age of atomic energy.
It was the year 2401 according to the Ostuumian Calendar, as the city of Lutern was gearing up for a film festival.  All theatres ran at half price, as shark-finned cars drove down the roads between billboards and apartments festooned with ritzy art for toothpaste ads and fur shampoos.  Sunset was coming as the public flocked out of cinemas, dressed in leather jackets, polo shirts and crimplene skirts with rocking heels and poofy hairdos.
	"Damn dat movie was WILD!" cackled an otter with a pompadour.  "See how big dat bird was, size of a battleship!"
	"Yeah a real bastard," said a stoat in a puffy dress, "used a damn radio tower fer a toothpick!"
	"Looked kinda rubbery," a hulking badger in overalls shrugged, "I could see the way the wires moved."
	"Jenny c'mon on, lose yerself in the damn film!"
	"I still liked it!  That romance between Dr. Hassenden and Marmel, she was really something."
	"You always up fer the melodrama," the otter rolled his eyes, "always gotta be psychological wit' you."
	"Yeah, mom says the same," Jenny scratched her two-toned head, "thanks for having me, I gotta get back to my hobby."
	"Alrigh'," the stoat hugged her tight, "don't go callin' no aliens without us!"
	"They're not real, Barb, I'm just trying to contact folks in Melors."
	"I know I'm kidding, go on and have fun!"
The badger waved them off and took her bicycle from the rack, whilst her friends went to a nearby parking lot and hopped in the front seats of a sleek pink car with huge tailfins and a growling front bumper.  Jazz music rippled out from nearby clubs as the otter puffed his jacket and rolled out down the road towards the lookout point above the city.  Lutern was spread out across a valley, where water towers and dominated the rural areas, and skyscrapers filled the bustling inner city.
From above it resembled a cracked-open geode, teeming with life and a thousand lights from a criss-crossing network of black tarmac roads where mustelids wandered in suits.  Their average height was around 5 feet, though badgers and wolverines loomed larger to around 6'0'' with thicker arms and robust bellies that danced in ritzy halls, or watched black-and-white televisions with raucous variety shows.
Jenny however preferred a quiet home up in her house, up high on Old Grender's Lane that overlooked the junkyard, a mountain range of glistening metal skeletons piled up over the years with the odd bicycle or train corpse rotting away.  Under flood lights from heaven, she sat at her desk in a charming green bungalow, whilst she fiddled with a strange-looking radio.
The device was a large triangle that resembled some strange relic, a Frankenstein machine with old dials and knobs that Jenny tweaked with.  The guts began to shiver with glass tubes and spaghettified cables she tried to unravel, hooking them in different spots whilst tuning the antennae that had folded from scrap.
	"Aaah come on," she grumbled, "I had it working last night, which one of you rats popped out of joint?"
	"Jeeeen!  Dinner's ready!"
	"Alright, mom!"  She waved behind her.  "Lemme just try this one thing."
	"Don't take too long!"
She made three more tries before giving up, too hungry to keep going as she jammed one wire desperately somewhere and spun the antenna hoping something would work.  A wacky sound startled her with a squeaky static, rolling her eyes as she headed downstairs for dinner.  A few minutes after she left her room, something crackled through the signals witha terrible hiss, a warbling mutter filling the room.
Downstairs Jenny joined her mother, the dining table laid out with roast chicken and salad on an old varnished table surrounded by teal walls.  Her mother was an even bigger badger, who wore a pink bandanna and thicker overalls than her daughter.
	"How was the movie?" asked the mom.
	"Was rad," Jenny sat down to eat, "you'd like it, the romance story was really good."
	"Nothing about the giant bird-monster?"
	"It looked neat...could see the way its head moved though."
	"Hahah, that's my hammer," the mother rubbed her daughter's head and sat beside her, "hows your radio looking?"
	"Not sure," Jenny munched her salad, "none of the resistors are lining up enough."
	"Might be that antenna, the hell'd you make it out of, tungsten?"
	"I found this carbo-alloid thing in the heap," Jenny chomped away, "think it used to be from a lab, it's sturdy as shit but real foldable."
	"Long as you don't start tapping into government secrets or anything."
	"Why would I?  It's all finance reports and jerkoffs arguing about who owns the reserve."
	"What?!" the elder choked on a tomato.  "Are they trading that land again?!"
	"Uhhh...no comment, officer."
They laughed away and finished their dinner, before Jenny returned upstairs to check on her radio.  She would be the first to know of their landing, despite not realising at the time.
	"Khr'shiek'kitinya, uhkhrama!"
	"Oh, shit!"  She grabbed the mic and steadied her breath.  "Hello?!  Hello, can you hear me?"
	"Duufama'SHIEH!?" the crackling sputtered back.  "Ganmo'ya hinyer rati!"
	"This is eight-seven-niner, hello?  Do you speak Luternian?  Kandla Luternis?"
	"Vrah, VRAH, kinoshivrah!"
The signal stopped as she scratched her head, trying to make contact again but nothing came.  The badger sat back with a heavy sigh, looking at her wires and trying to reconfigure it for a clearer channel.

At the same time this happened, Jack and Barbara were on the other side of the city at the infamous Lookout Point.  Everyone knew it as the best place for cozying up with your lover, which the stoat and otter were doing beneath the starless night.  Two other cars had parked away from them, starting to rock with passion whilst the pompadoured Jack curled an arm round his girl.
	"Soooo good time tonight?" he chuckled.
	"Oh yeah," she giggled, "but it's not over yet."
	"Got that right, baby girl.  Soda stop didn't give me near enough sugar and I'm needing it bad."
	"Mmmmm well good thing I'm a licensed sugar gal eh?  How many ya need?"
	"About uuuuh," he smooched her once, "two cc's of that?"
	"Sounds good to me, just lie back and let me uh...administer the treatment."
She started kissing over his face, peppering smooches down his neck and unzipping his jacket to feel up his chest.  He was a studly boy with a track runner's physique, the smell of oil and steel polish rising off of him to give a clinical scent she always loved.  Barbara breathed on his bare chest and rumbled down to his crotch, as Jack spread his legs in anticipation.
	"Ohhhh damn nurse," he chuckled, "you giving me the full rubdown?"
	"Gotta make sure my patient's happy," the stoat wiggled her tush, "you know plenty about cleaning some pipes, if ya don't the car stops working."
	"Yeaaah sorta," the greaser shrugged, "gotta clean out my carburettor, so try not to choke."
	"I think I worked you long enough to not."
She winked lewdly as she readied to open his pants.  Then came the incident, a shocking green that came spiralling through the clouds like a neon spring and shrieking across the valley.  Barbara heard the noise before turning her head, whilst Jack sat in awe at the sparkling emerald meteor.  Everyone in the city looked up at once, the roaring shudder splitting the sky before it crashed straight into the mountains.
The shockwave detonated windows and set cars rocking throughout the streets, as mustelids ran in panic from shards of raining glass and officers called in to their stations.  The couple in their car watched the smouldering jade in the distance, a crackling burn that hummed with a dangerous energy.
	"Hoooly shit," gasped Jack, "what in the hell's that?!"
	"Some kinda shootin' star," Barbara whispered, "we should go see, that kinda thing's once in a lifetime!"
	"Yeah, totally," he grabbed the steering wheel, "I think it landed near Jenny's yard, c'mon we'll take the back route."
The stoat sat up and zipped up her boyfriend's jacket, their lust fully replaced by intrigue as Jack revved up his engine and rolled out quick as he could in a shrieking donut.  He tore down the old country lane, a lesser-known road to the hill over the junkheap that gave him full access to put the pedal to the metal.  Barbara didn't mind how fast he went, pounding her butt on the seat with adrenaline pumping fast, even tempted to finger herself on the way.
	"F-FASTER, FASTER FASTER!"
	"HEY, cool it!" he tightened his teeth.  "Marian'll get us there good and ready, this is a race not a sprint!"
	"That's the same thing!"
	"Like hell it is, sprints are for short rounds, this is the long haul!"
	"I thought you fixed this baby up already?!"
	"If one of your patients just got outta hospital, would you make 'em do a lap?"
She chuckled at his reversal and sat back with fidgety knees, the headlights screaming across the darkened woods of an old dusty trail.  Fifteen minutes passed until they reached the impact site, where some of the closer residents were already out in droves to get a ringside seat.  At the back of the junkyard was the searing heat, the round half-moon shape of something thick and green throbbing between steel peaks.
Dozens of ferrets and weasels wobbled in lanes, trying to peek over each other as they mobbed the entrance to the junkheap.  The guards pushed them back however, dressed in heavy coats whilst their crew wove their way through the metal maze.
	"Awww c'mon let us see!"
	"No it's too dangerous!"
	"I'm a gotdamn firefighter, I eaten shit worse than this!"
	"That's a crock of shit, you been retired for seven years."
	"STILL TOUCHED MORE HEAT THAN YOU EVER DID!"
	"Your husband says otherwise."
A small fight broke out at the fence, as Jack came rolling up towards a small suburban street nearby.  He parked up by Jenny's house and tooted the horn, until the badger peeked out the door.
	"EY, you alright?!"
	"Yeah!" she waved back.  "Mom went to check on it."
	"Well arentcha gonna join 'er?!"
	"Mmmm...I shouldn't mess with this."
	"Awww c'mon Jen!" Barb called from her seat.  "Dontcha wanna see this thing?!  It came from outer space, that's real hip!"
	"When we ever gonna see this again?!" Jack beckoned her with a finger.  "Come oooon, you know you want to."
The badger took a deep breath, shaking her head and knowing the truth as she hurried out the door before she changed her mind.  She hopped into the back seat as they revved up to a smaller road, a dirt patch that stretched around the back of the yard.  Most had forgotten about this old road due to it hidden behind the shrubs, but Jack always loved to venture the roads less travelled.
At the site itself, where the ground turned black around the ship-sized stone, there were on-duty firefighters and police officers keeping their distance as well as a suited delegate from the mayor's office.  They muttered amongst themselves with pointing fingers, with Jenny's mother directing the group.
	"This thing ain't cooling down for another three days," she warned, "get some guards at this spot for the perimeter."
	"Can't you get a crane, Mrs. Kandrin?" asked the suited weasel.
	"You seen what it's doing to the ground?  I'm not risking losing that, it's not going anywhere!"
	"She's right, sir," said a burly skunk in heavy yellow coat, "we're not prepped for that kinda heat, that thing came burning through the atmosphere it's hotter than lightning."
	"Alright, alright," the delegate ruffled his tie, "the one time the observatory HAD to be on holiday this week, they would know what this is."
	"Looks like a big glowing rock, sir, don't need no egghead to tell me that."
	"It's more than that, Joe," Mrs. Kandrin shook her head, "we don't know what cosmic radiation this might have, I say we put a barricade at the Fergus heap."
At the far back of the yard, the car purred around the rear fences as the youths kept watch on the impact site.  It was impossible to miss when they reached halfway down the path and were blinded by the solar waves.  A deep throbbing sound filled their ears as they gazed upon the strange meteor, the roaring heat starting to melt the closest scraps of steel.
	"Daaaaamn," whistled Barbara, "shit's glowing like a volcano!"
	"Never seen something burn a hot green," muttered Jenny, "it really fell from the sky?"
	"We saw it!" Jack pointed up.  "Back on the point it just came zipping down, twirling like a dandelion seed!"
	"Wait, twirling?  Like round-and-round?"
	"Yeah yeah doing a spinny like a spring, it was wack!"
	"There's no way a meteor can do that," the badger shook her head, "that's not possible, you ever drop a penny off the tower?"
	"Lots o' times!" squeaked Barb, clapping her hands.  "Then I got that court order and now I'm banned from high-rises!"
	"Yes we're all very proud of you-Wh-WHAT?!"
They covered their ears from a deafening boom, an earth-shattering crack when the boulder split like an egg.  The crowd stumbled back in fright as they watched from afar, whilst Jenny's mom and the professionals clutched each other and struggled to look at the fierce light from within.  Then they saw something stretch, a long stone tongue forming a walkway that thunked into the dirt.  Two shadows stepped out of the light and marched down the ramp, surprising all who witnessed them with the fear of questioning existence.
Standing before them were two bizarre-looking birds of hot pink feathers, a sharp black beak and piercing blue eyes.  Cyan frills formed a mohawk on their heads, as well as dangled beneath their wrists as they stared across the awaiting party.  They stood completely naked with dark fuchsia bellies and thick mango-sized testicles, sporting an equally-pudgy sheath.
	"What the shit?" gasped Jack.  "Is that...they fuckin' real?!"
	"This has gotta be a prank," Jenny murmured, "they're twice the size of us, this can't be real!"
	"Look like big-ass chickens just walkin' around, clucking up the place...Barb, you seein' this?!"
Barbara kept quiet, her eyes sparkling with fascination at the bizarre entities marching towards the adults.  The weasel delegate trembled before them, their towering 12-foot bodies making sure that the mustelids were always eye-level to their crotch.
	"AH...h-hello!" he wheezed.  "My name is, w-well, I'm...I represent the Mayoral Office of Luterns.  To whom am I speaking?"
	"Shana'konar," said one of the birds, "tika'masohn ekananda."
	"Ah, nice to meet you Shana'konar, my name is-GHRRRKH!"
His throat was punctured by three claws, shanking through his fur and ripping his head clean off his shoulders when the monster gouged his flesh.  Kandrin and Joe stepped back in horror as the creature lifted the gurgling corpse, blood dripping fresh down the suit.
	"TOHNO'SAKEER EKANANDAAA!"
	"WELL FUCK YOU TOO, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
The firefighter lunged with a devastating punch to the testes, a sharp blow that bent the sack enough to cause a small bruise and make the beast shriek when it dropped the dead weasel.  In response it kicked the skunk hard to send him flying across the yard, and the badger started running when she saw the other alien stretch its claws, showing a small device in its palm.
Despite her burly figure, she dodged fast in a serpentine motion before grabbing Joe and racing to the exit, whilst the aliens began firing with palm-lasers.  Their dark blue tails swished behind them, thick like an iguana's, their taloned feet scratched the earth and when they opened their beaks to scream, there were rows of jagged teeth and a long prickly tongue.
More of them came out of the stone ship, marching in uniform as they searched for more locals.  One of them spotted Jack and his car in the woods, and screamed with pointing fingers as they fired on the youths.
	"SH-SHIT, SHIT!"
	"GET DOWN!"
Jenny piled on top of Barbara whilst Jack revved his engine, screeching out fast back the way he came as two of the feathered beasts came rushing after.  Much to their shock, they flew across the sky with their feathered wrists glowing with ethereal energy, dispersing from the junkyard to cause chaos across the city.
The otter swerved through the trees and ramped up onto the street, turning hard to escape the alien who fired on them from above.  The public started panicking, running in fear from the aerial assault that blasted cars, melted holes in the pavement or ripped through houses.  Everywhere they looked came explosions of fur and steel, when lasers ripped through stoats and eviscerated them to bloody ash, or detonated engines to send them sky high.
	"HOLY MOTHER OF PERL!" shrieked Barbara.  "It's a whole-ass invasion!"
	"I'll never complain about wires again," muttered Jenny, "I hope mom's okay."
	"Well first we gotta deal with this bitch!" said Jack, swerving his car.  "Any ideas?!"
	"I saw McCree punch him in the balls."
	"So what, that hurts anyone!"
	"I wouldn't know, Jack, but we gotta kill this thing."
	"I'M READY!" the stoat grabbed a wrench from the glove compartment.  "Get 'im down close, I'll break him in half!"
	"Babe, you're supposed to be a nurse!" the otter shouted.
	"He ain't my patient, he's free game-WOAH SHIT!"
The car jerked violently over a pothole, causing Barb to fly into the back seat where Jenny grabbed her.  The monster chased them from above with blasting beams, ripping the street with spackled holes and sometimes blasting an innocent bystander, leaving a trail of destructive fire in its wake as they raced through the suburbs.

The town was in a frenzy by the time they reached the main streets, as more of the birds flew across Luterns to terrorise the populace.  Water towers burst to flood the streets, cars exploded from their shots and dozens of mustelids were evaporated into gristly bones.  The cops came out in full force to shoot first and ask never, firing at the invaders who cackled strange noises at their pathetic attempts.
Much to the officers' chagrin, their bullets were rejected by alien shields that rippled over their bodies, a near-invisible egg shape that repelled any projectile.  In response the creatures fired, blasting their cars and melting the boys in blue, as their ashen caps were scattered in the wind.
One bird landed amongst the streets, facing down a horde of cops who set up a roadblock before him.  He was different to his cohorts, having a thicker gut and the hugest testicles the size of watermelons, one of which still had a small bruise showing on one of them.  His beak smirked to show horrible teeth, as one officer rolled up with a rocket launcher.
	"READY!  AIM!  FIIIIRE!"
With a shrieking spin the rocket flew towards the beast, who raised his hand and shot the missile clean through with his laser.  The projectile detonated between him and the police, the smog of the explosion washing past as he stepped closer to the force who kept shooting to give cover.  His shield hummed in a dozen points, pinging bullets away as he took aim at their vehicles and blew up the engines, rolling the vehicles to crush the cops beneath.
	"Sier'kanuhan," chuckled the monster, "otomeer'tannesi, ekananda."
It was then he heard a roaring engine from behind, a siren screaming towards him as he flapped out of its path and saw a fire truck tearing past.  In this truck was Joe McCree, along with Mrs. Kandrin.  The bird recognised the driver, the skunk in a yellow coat as he flew after them with tearing lasers.
	"Can't you go faster?!" shouted the badger.
	"It's a gotdamn truck!" shouted Joe.  "This thing ain't built fer drag racing!"
	"It won't be built for anything if we don't hide!"
	"TOSO'KRAKARR!  SHIEH, SHIEH!"
	"Awww shit, we got company!"
	"Fine, take the wheel," Joe grabbed an axe and climbed out the window, "I'm getting one of these bastards."
	"What, are you crazy?!"
	"Sure am, that's why I'm still alive after twenty years."
He clambered onto the roof to see three of the birds pursuing, as the skunk twirled his fire axe with a beckoning hand.  The one with the heaviest balls flew ahead, but rather than fight the one who wounded him, a signal came crackling through his communique as he rolled his eyes and gave an order.
	"TOSO'KRAKARR, SUNE'FAMHA!"
	"SHIEH, KONAR!"
As the leader flew away, one of the other birds landed on the truck, clapping his hands together before putting up his claws to fight solo.
	"So you wanna do this huh?!" Joe snickered.  "Good, least you're more honourable than your shit-headed boss."
	"CHEE'NEE MAI'OH!"
The bird slashed for his head as the skunk dodged between the legs, the truck still racing through the city where explosions rocked his ears.  The monster's tail whacked his head as he rolled off to the side, grabbing a handle of the truck's corner and pulling himself back up.  The alien turned with a raking slash that peeled off the front of McCree's coat, leaving his chest exposed with a tank top when he rushed the monster.
The creature grabbed his axe as the two engaged in a tug-of-war, the beast surprised at the native's strength despite being twice Joe's height.  The bird then shot out its prickly tongue to smack his jaw like a mace, causing Joe to lose his grip and stumble back.  The alien then came down with the axe, burying it deep in the fire engine's roof before grabbing for the skunk's face.
Then the vehicle turned with a hard bank, when Kandrin saw a smouldering pile of police cars and she frantically swerved into another street.  The alien missed his grab and flapped sharp to rebalance himself, giving the fighter time to grab his axe and wrench it free with a mighty swing.  At that same moment, the bird lunged with its talons upon him, and felt the cleaving upwards chop of the axe straight into its thick plums.
The monster howled when the edge went cut deep up to his cocksheath, splitting one bollock in half and drenching a thick stream of purple blood across the roof of the truck.  The firefighter jerked it free to make another golf swing to the other bollock, carving it equally in half to leave four dripping slices of bird-bollock flesh, showing all of the muscular whorls gushing a river of viscous ooze, as the painful spasm caused it to pulse with erection.
	"HAH, NICE WOOD YA GOT THERE!" shouted Joe.  "YANNO MY DADDY USED TO BE A LUMBERJACK?!  LEMME SHOW YA!"
The creature babbled a screeching slurry of epithets, trying to claw at the skunk before collapsing on its back and leaving its legs open for McCree to finish the job.  From the monster's throbbing sheath, a luscious indigo shaft pumped free from its confinement, rising to a monstrous size of 3 feet long, as the city blurred past in a haze of neon lights.
The axe came down to cleave through the dick, as a fountain of violet burst free to spray Joe in its alien seed.  He hacked down through the writhing penis, splitting it like a bent tree as the sides peeled outwards with each chop.  Spurts of white and fuchsia painted the skunk as he carved through the beastly member which struggled to stay erect, down to the knotted base that was much sturdier than the rest of the meat.
But that sturdiness made the creature suffer longer, howling in agony from the meaty chop that cracked its base like splitting a stone.  With each slam of the axe, Joe had to wrench it free with a gooey twist, the harder flesh sucking on the blade each time the firefighter pulled back.  The monster sputtered with a grisly sound, shuddering with orgasmic death as it pumped its bloody semen upon its belly, every carve of the axe cracking the sheath wider until its sputum ran free like yolk.
Once he had chopped up the writhing penis into mushy cubes, the sheath soon followed as it was beaten into a lumpy puddle.  Joe staggered back towards the front of the engine, and climbed back inside the driver's seat with the badger staring at his bloody chest.
	"Well, they're not invincible," he shrugged, "I can tell you that."
	"You crazy son of a bitch," she shook her head, "how'd you get through their armour?!  The cops couldn't do anything!"
	"Shoulda tried not using guns like little cowards.  Come on, we'll head to the mall and bring folks with us cuz I got a few ideas."

Whilst Kandrin and Joe battled through the streets, Barbara, Jack and Jenny hid out on a farm at the edge of the city.  A rickety house stood silent as the pink cruiser rolled up towards the abandoned barn, which Jenny and Barb pulled open the doors to let the car slip into.
	"Alright," Jack hopped out, "we can hide out here."
	"Old Nantucket's Farm," murmured his girlfriend, "didn't a buncha kids die here?"
	"That's just a myth," Jenny brought a tarp to cover the vehicle, "we need to arm ourselves."
	"With what?!  I saw cops shootin' them an'  their bullets just bounced off!"
	"Didn't you see McCree punch that guy?  If we can get close to them, we can touch them, they must have some kind of electromagnetic shield."
	"Soooo we don't use metal?" the otter smoothed his pompadour.  "That's gonna be rough, most sharp things are metal."
	"But not everything."  She grabbed a pitchfork handle.  "Just sharpen this like a spear."
	"Or crush 'em from above!" Barb pointed to a hanging crate.  "Maybe trick one of 'em here."
	"SHH!"
Jack put a finger to his lips as they heard the sound of terrible wings coming close.  The monster landed on seeing the tire tracks lead into the barn, opening the door and lighting up the room with a terrible hum from his palm.  The laser flickered at a low intensity, casting shadows to search through the hay bales and cluttered furniture, finding no sign of life.
He stepped into the barn with a towering presence, his balls swinging slightly with each step as the straw crunched under his talons.  Something shivered nearby, as he turned and fired with a puncturing crack through the wall.  A crow flapped off in distress from a nearby tree, the avian sneering as he turned just in time to see a badger rush him.
	"KHURMAH MAI'OH!"
The youngster drove forth with a sharp wooden lance that the monster gripped in time, snapping it hard and then grabbing her throat before lifting her up in the air.  She struggled with a wheezing kick before Jack came from behind to swing at the legs with a broom, causing the creature to stagger and swipe its tail to knock him down.  Something then shuddered from above and the bird dropped Jenny to leap back, moments before a crate slammed down between them.
	"SHIT!" Barbara snapped from the rafters.  "I almost had it!"
	"JUST TAKE HIM DOWN!" Jack shouted.  "USE ANYTHING YOU GOT!"
The otter struck the monster's back with the broom to make it snarl and turn towards him.  The beast slashed at his weapon to sever it in half, panicking the greaser who stood petrified until Barbara hurled a wrench to whack the alien's skull.  It turned and fired with a shriek at her, causing her to duck from the hole blasted in the roof whilst Jenny scrabbled to find another weapon.
The greaser saw his chance to lunge forth with his wooden stakes, stabbing through the back of the beastly balls as it shrieked with a painful spasm.  Learning his lesson, Jack rolled under the swooping tail and dove into the hay, watching the monster groan with his punctured bollocks dripping a thin purple down the scrotum.  In his fury, the alien shot for the hay pile where Jack was hiding, perforating the straw and sending it up in flames to cause the otter to dive out of it quickly.
Scrambling around the barn, dodged the trailing shots from the creature's laser, blasting his palm-device to punch holes in every wall and cause the barn to shudder.  Barbara felt the weakening structure from her balcony, wobbling on the edge as she jumped on a rope and swung herself down to kick the alien's beak, causing it to stumble straight towards Jenny who had a pitchfork at the ready.
The beast screamed from the brutal impalement, the spikes gouging through his cocksheath that made his knees buckle in pain.  The badger pumped her weapon through the fleshy tube, a sawing motion before she twisted the pitchfork and pulled back to rip the shaft free.
	"Oh, JEEZ!" the otter cringed in male empathy.  "Shit Jen you really gonna do that?!"
	"YEAH GET HIS ASS!" screeched Barb.  "TWIST THAT DICK, TWIST IT GOOD!"
Jenny roared as she twisted harder, turning her fork like twirling spaghetti as the long purple length pulsed with sheer agony.  Swelling in response to the pain, the gorged alien spear tried to flex against the steel impaler that twisted its form into licorice.  The shaft weakened at its base as Jenny wrenched with a mighty pull, as the flesh pulled apart to sever the 3-foot length from its sheath.  The monster spurted all of its seed from its still-bleeding balls, a broken faucet drooling out in anguish.
The bird clutched himself with a snarling pain as he fell to his knees in a frothing indigo pool.  Barbara took no chances, grabbing the wrench that had fallen to one side and bashing the creature's face into the dirt.  She went straight for its swollen sheath, bludgeoning it to resemble a misshapen pillow.  The creature died from anguish, the last shudders of its foul breath whispering out as they stared at each other.
	"Okay," Jenny sighed, "okay...first.  Metal's not repelled by any shield, or the pitchfork wouldn't work."
	"Second," Barbara waved her wrench, "it's still a guy and we can rip its balls off."
	"The fuck's wrong with you girls?!" Jack clutched his marbles with a cringe.  "What's with the testicle violence?!"
	"It's the easiest target, it's right in front of us, they don't even put on armour!"
	"I guess...uhh, you hear that?"
The sound of groaning wood filled their ears as the walls started to shake.  They ran out of the barn, but not before the otter quickly threw up some pallets to cover his car and shield it from the impending roof.  They raced to the house as the building collapsed, a dust cloud filling the air that they saw through the windows.
The living room had several chairs sat with an old radio and a few clocks.  The kitchen nearby had a fridge, an oven and various cupboards as they decided to block all the doors with furniture.  Ten minutes passed of them fortifying their defences, stacking chairs and wardrobes on the exits.
	"Sht, shit," the otter hopped on his feet, "we can't lock everything, what if more come and they just fly through the top windows?!"
	"Then we bottleneck 'em in one place," said Jenny, pulling the fridge, "you ever heard the Battle of Uran Ridge?"
	"I don't read geography!"
	"History."
	"Wh-whatever, no!"
	"I got the kitchen!" Barbara ripped open the drawers.  "Shit, they took all the cutlery, I was gonna shank 'em with a wooden spoon."
	"Why a spoon?!" Jack squinted.
	"CUZ IT'S DULL, IT'LL HURT 'EM MORE!"
	"You already have my wrench!"
	"Shut up and help me with this thing!" Jenny ordered.  "I got a trap in mind, these old fridges are a death trap if you open 'em wrong."
She took out a screwdriver from her pocket and tweaked the hinges of the door, before tying a string to the handle and having the fridge face towards the back door.  They turned quiet as they heard the crunching steps of another alien, as she finished putting the fridge over the door.  The shadow of the beast lurched past the windows when the youths ducked out of view.  Then came a heavy swoop and a muttering of two different voices, with two pairs of feet circling around the place.
The gang made plans between each other, to split up and protect both floors separately.  The badger agreed to stay downstairs with her pitchfork still in tow, whilst Jack and Barbara scurried upstairs to keep watch with both heading to separate rooms.  Minutes passed in silence as a cold wind rippled outside, the mammals tightening their breaths for fear of being heard.  Then one of the windows shattered on the top floor.
One of the two aliens who had been tracking their friend, had watched the young adults flee into the house and corner themselves in like rats.  The creature had burst into the bedroom, landing on a duvet between a wardrobe and a set of drawers.  He rifled through the cabinets to find old discarded books, stacked up and left behind with flowery covers before leaving the room and heading across the landing.
The monster had to duck under doorways and swerve past the light bulbs, peeking over the rail to see the lower floor before heading onwards.  The closets were bare except for come clothes left behind, as well as a pole-catch for the attic door above his head, which the beast had no trouble reaching with a single claw.
Then it stopped, realising no one could reach it as it walked on towards the bathroom.  There was a sink, a toilet and a full bath with the curtain closed over it.  A shape could be sensed behind it as the alien reached out.
	"GOTCHA!"
	"KHRA'AAAARH!"
Barbara suddenly jumped out from the curtain, grasping a portable shower head that blasted scorching hot water into the monster's sheath.  Scalding liquid wrapped round his cock that throbbed against the pain, flexing through the superheated bath to pump free before the weasel, who jumped past the bird's leg when it tried to slam its fist on her head.
She wrapped the shower cord round its testes then shoved the head into the sheath, cramming it between the scrotum and cock to keep the boiling water inside like an overstuffed burger.  The beast snapped with shrieking pain, smashing its tail against the walls as it tried to jerk itself free from the device attached to the bath, tripping on the wire and falling into the water when it turned to fire at Barbara.
The girl ducked out of the door in time as Jack came crawling out of the bedroom, having hidden himself under the bed with a hair dryer in hand.  He made a football charge into the bathroom and tackled the beast trying to stand up, shoving the dryer into the swollen sheath and plugging it in a nearby wall.
	"COOL OFF, ASSHOLE!"
The moment it powered on, the hair dryer sparked with a violent shock, electrocuting the balls and bursting the cock that was already at such a boisterous heat, the flesh began to pop in various places.  Screams of pain filled the room as the avian grabbed at the curtain, but pulled it off the rings and fell back into the water to electrocute itself further.
The penis popped its glans like a boil, and so too the rest of it went after in a squelching burst of red-hot peeling flesh.  The bath became a stew as pieces of cock drifted over the water, bloodying it to an indigo soup as the lance melted like a lipstick in the microwave.
	"You alright?" gasped Jack.
	"Yeah," Barb gave a thumbs up, "that was ballsy, babe."
	"Yeah well, happened to my cousin.  Thought it'd work here."

A door slammed downstairs with a heavy crunch as they looked over the railing, seeing the shadow of the fridge fly several feet and crunch on its back on the lino.  Jenny now faced the third intruder who marched into the kitchen with palm-laser up.  His tail swished above the fridge as he stared her down, the badger armed with a pitchfork and standing ready beside the oven.
	"Khono'atchinah, kemeseenerr?"
	"I recognise you," she squinted, "you...you were on the radio.  Eight-seven-niner, kandla Luternis."
	"Sooooo, hinyer rati!" the bird smiled, offering his other hand.  "Anto'maruf, tenen'narsi?"
	"I don't understand you, but I don't think I trust anyone whose first instinct was to behead the delegate."
	"Ofo.  Khiser'kho, ten Tohno'Sakeer ekananda."
	"Tohno'Sakeer...that's your species?"  She pointed at him to which the bird nodded.  "And ekananda is...what?"
	"Henyeh."  The alien bowed in a subservient pose.  "Ekananda, henyeh vee Tohno'Sakeer."
	"Ah...you want us to surrender."  The badger nodded.  "Well, I got a better idea.  Why don't I have you over for dinner?  We're having roast chicken."
She pulled the string that was in her hand, pulling the handle of the fridge door that jerked violently open and threw the alien forwards when Jenny opened the oven.  The badger trapped its balls when it grabbed on the grill, the monstrous sheath now stuck inside the oven that she whacked up to maximum, and then forced all her weight against the door to keep it stuck.
	"SH-SHIEH, MAI'OH!"
	"Hope you like yours well DONE!"
The oven surged with a terrible heat, a dry shudder that filled the alien's testes and fed into its sheath.  The temperature made its cock slide out in response, gorged with radiation that cooked the beastly caber to a simmering swell that made the alien start to panic.  The pain of his crotch trapped in the oven was already a throbbing agony, feeling like its sheath would be ripped off should it dare try to move.
Jenny kept herself tight against the screen door, her shoulders pressed to the trembling heat of the glass that began to burn herself in turn.  But the monster would suffer worse, his shrieks rising higher as he tried to pull himself free with talons scrabbling the floor.  Jack and Barbara then came to grab the badger and pin her harder against the oven to keep him contained, despite Jenny's huffing groans of the sizzling on her back.
The oven rumbled towards 200 degrees and shook with a volcanic froth as the creature's balls began to bubble, while his cock grew lumps from bulging veins and turned a ghastly shade of deep ruby.  His claws gripped the oven top with a hissing scream as one bollock soon popped, before the shaft melted in little bursts that gushed sweet purple blood.
A frothing sizzle formed the inside of the oven with rising steam, the shaft losing its stability as it peeled off into meaty strips, a crumbling tower of flesh that splatted on the oven floor with dripping cum.  His orgasm sprayed the burning walls with fried-egg bubbles, a wrathful symphony of sputtering goo with lumpen tiny burgers of penis paste.
The terror sobbed when its other bollock popped in a wheezing sputter, finally collapsing on top of the three with its crotch still melting inside.  Once they were certain it was dead, Jack turned off the oven and helped his friends up, trying not to look at the blackening tar of burnt cock meat festooned within.
	"Hot fucking damn," gasped the otter, "that was...we really just killed like three of them?!"
	"One for each!" Barbara gripped his hand, "you okay girl?!"
	"Yeah," breathed Jenny, "I'll live, just burned myself."
She stood up to reveal her charred back, the white stripes darkening to match the rest of her along with the blackened overalls.  A stinging gasp escaped her as they took their leave, heading out to the collapsed barn to try and recover their vehicle.  Thankfully the chassis was barely dented, as they pulled off planks and pallets before dusting it down.
	"See, Marian's fine!" Jack hopped in.  "I fitted her with alum-sheets, she'll take a truck to the side and be out no problem."
	"Might have to do just that," the badger heaved into the back, "we need to find folks and band up together."
	"How 'bout the hospital?!" Barb hopped in the front.  "We need to fix up your burns and folks must be out there taking cover."
	"That sounds good.  Alright, let's roll out."

In the heart of the city, the Bersten Mall was the throbbing heart of Lutern's commerce, a three-story tower filled with everything a mustelid could want.  From ropes and shovels to lights and refrigerators, there were bookstores and pharmacies and restaurants aplenty in the large oval circuit with rising escalators and an enormous clock suspended in the air.  The timepiece with four faces dangled beneath a huge skylight, and was decorated with the founders of Lutern who carried pickaxes and planting seeds to grow the city behind them.
Currently the mall was occupied with frantic survivors trying to hide or loot the place before anyone could find them.  Stoats ran amok carrying radios and books, whilst skunks and weasels grabbed weapons for themselves or locked themselves in the back rooms.  The underground parking lot was stuffed with several cars, as well as police trucks, utility vehicles and a red fire engine from which Mrs. Kandrin and Joe stepped off.
	"You better go wash up," said the badger mother, "folks'll get cagey around that much blood."
	"It's clearly not mine," the skunk spread his arms, "unless I've drunk enough wine finally."
	"You don't drink wine."
	"No but my husband does, mighta got second-hand drunkenness by this point."
	"He's not that bad, come on."
	"I know," he sighed, rubbing his neck, "I should call him, hope the phones are still up."
They marched up to the ground floor amidst a scene of chaos.  In the two hours since the alien invasion, shops had been smashed and fights had broken out which disappointed Joe and Kandrin.  The burly firefighter went to the toilet to wash himself, scrubbing his clothes and fur with soap before finding a set of payphones on the first floor to call home.
Kandrin would gather information, searching the shops still remaining for additional weapons as she grabbed a shovel, a crowbar, a blowtorch, several canisters of liquid nitrogen, and a portable generator which she took back to their truck.  She also grabbed food and drinks on the way in case of long drives, then returned to McCree on the phone.
	"Look I got this," he said mid-call, "you know I'm a tough bastard, first alien I ever seen and I punched him in the dick.  Yeah he wasn't happy, I'm wearing his subordinate's blood, I'm alive, he isn't.  Just hunker down with the Millgrams, safety in numbers.  Alright, I love you too."
He hung up with a heavy sigh and turned to Kandrin, who was now decked out with two belts of tools.
	"You been busy," he nodded.
	"Wasn't sure what worked," she shrugged, "got fire, got ice, sharp and blunt, all the elements you need."
	"What about electric?"
	"That's back at the truck, can I call my house to check on Jenny?"
	"Sure."
As the badger made her call, the skunk checked the mall by peering over the bannister to see locals rushing between stores.  The few officers on-site were struggling to maintain authority, but in the frenzied fever of an apocalypse no one would listen to them.  The firefighter had no need for anything, twirling his axe still dripping of fresh indigo and alien jizz before sheathing it on his back.
	"She's not picking up," Kandrin shook her head, "just have to hope she got out in time."
	"Your house is close to the site," Joe nodded, "she probably got away, she's smart like you."
	"We camping out here then?  Seems too exposed to barricade."
	"Nah, we're just grabbing supplies and arming ourselves, I know a better place."
	"Oh, where?"
	"Perl Memorial," he thumbed out west, "when we collab with the military, we used that school for training practices so I know it like the back of my hand, plus it's easy enough to fortify."
	"Won't the soldiers be there already?" the badger scratched her chin.
	"They will, but they know me so we can get in."
Something shattered from above as the public screamed to run and hide.  The skylight above the clock burst with a rain of glass, as the bird aliens dropped with humming wing-tips and palm-blast lasers, erasing any officer who fired back in desperation.  Once more their shields repelled bullets as they began rampaging, the 12-foot-tall beasts grabbing the locals to rip, tear and crush them in half, the mall soon turning to a bloodbath as streaks of red lined the floor.
One of the monsters pointed towards Joe and screeched something foul, the skunk bracing his axe and readying to run with Kandrin.  They hurried down the promenade of the first floor whilst citizens were twisted and torn, their corpses severed and tossed by the dozens as badgers lost their limbs and otters were beheaded.
A few brave folks managed to wound the invaders with garden shears or sports bats, ganging up in corners to overpower and bludgeon the monsters to death.  But the battle was long and dreadful, as the mall soon flowed with dismembered pieces dangling from every store front.
Fires broke out when palm-lasers detonated lights and machines, swarming the second floor to a horrifying inferno.  But on the floor beneath, Joe and Kandrin dove into a restaurant, ducking behind tables they threw behind to hopefully deflect the shots of the chasing alien.  They rushed into the back kitchen as the badger brought out a rope and several small canisters.
	"I got a plan," she muttered, "you distract them, they want you."
	"Great," Joe chuckled, "the one time I don't want a guy with a fat dick chasing after me.  But alright, I'll play along."
Getting themselves into position, they waited for the first beast to barge into the kitchen and search around the steel islands.  The shining cupboards and bleach-scoured grills reflected his features, his staunch powerful thighs and swinging lilac balls as he scanned across the room.
He cast his palm-light across the stainless steel, stepping forth with his long thick tail stroking the cupboards behind him.  The sounds of chaos disappeared through the mall, leaving an empty silence as his feathers twitched from the cold air.  Something clattered behind the aisle as he fired down the lane, blasting a sauce can out the air.
	"WO-WOAH, DON'T SHOOT, DON'T SHOOT!"
	"KHORSOH HANYEH!"
	"I'm coming out!  Don't shoot alright?!"
Joe shuffled out from the end of the kitchen lane, clutching his belly with a pained expression and red dripping from his fingers whilst keeping the other hand raised.  The bird smiled at his new victim, approaching with his palm in front.
	"Toso'krakarr.  Antanuu, Sier'kanuhan matuwanar."
	"Yeah yeah, I'm the one your boss wants, just don't...I'm tired alright?  I'm fifty-seven, I got no time to run around like all these other kids."
	"Okarr?  Ekananda, sutunen'drah?"
	"Yeah yeah I'm ekanandang whatever."  Joe went on his knees with exaggerated sigh.  "Just, if I go with you, will you leave my city alone?"
	"Ka ka ka ka," the bird clacked his beak, "toso'krakarr esuunia ekananda!  Sier'kanuhan marda sanna."
As the skunk looked as defeated as he could, he watched and waited for the beast to come closer.  From behind one of the islands, skirting round to slip beneath the creature's tail, a shuffling of paws kept quiet as they could when the alien deactivated his palm-device, and grabbed for Joe's neck.  His excitement turned to arousal, the eyes of the devilish invader slitting with a cruel smile and a long lick of its club-tailed tongue.
The beast muttered something to itself and pressed McCree to his cock, which started to throb with an insidious glee at the idea of molesting the one who defied his leader.  The firefighter sneered but obliged, grabbing the sheath and stroking him off to let that thickening meat rise.
	"Tooohka...haaaah, issen'yaka."
	"Guess even bird-brains gotta get off sometime," McCree snorted, "but sure, why not, make you feel good before we get to it."
The monster stroked Joe's head at his subservience, as the skunk pumped the shaft to make it rise to its full length of 3 feet, a plump spear that started to drip on McCree's hands which couldn't even fit around the girth and was half the height of him.  The creature leaned down to whisper something, as it stroked the back of Joe's neck to offer its meat towards him.
In that moment he headbutted the bird with a sudden leap, cracking his beak with a hard bash at the same time that Kandrin wrapped a string-belt of canisters round the testes, then set one off with a firecracker taped to one.  The mammals scarpered quick before the explosion, a terrifying blast of white fog that froze the creature's sack in liquid nitrogen.
	"A-AAAARGH, SHUNAKHA, SHUNAKHAAAA!"
	"Happy Shunakha to you too," Kandrin chuckled, "Joe, you wanna do the honours?"
	"Nah, I'm good," the skunk waved, "you take this one, can't hog all the fun."
The badger marched up behind the frantic beast, whose balls were starting to crack as the veins froze and his blood turned to ice.  But his cock remained hard in the grip of winter, an arctic gleam rippling off its stiff pillar as Kandrin pulled out a crowbar.  The monster tried to turn and fire but she went for his legs, bashing the knee to make it fall before raising her mace.
She shattered the left bollock like a pane of glass, the screeching nerves burning with an icy heat as the monster grabbed for the nearby cupboards.  The cracked shape of his egg dribbled cubic chunks of flesh that clattered across the floor, whilst the avian sobbed in a snarling spit towards the mustelid.
Kandrin stomped on one leg and took a golfing stance, aiming herself at the meaty spire and taking one cautious swing to tap the side.  The dick sputtered in awaiting agony as she rubbed the crowbar at its frozen glans, before striking the head off to send it flying across the room.
	"FOOOOORE!"
	"HUR-KAAAAARGH!"
	"Aww damn, I scuffed the tee.  Looks like I'll take a mulligan!"
The badger took another swing to decapitate the cock again, snapping off another few inches with a juicy crack that made the alien shriek in sobbing frenzy.  Pain stifled his limbs as he writhed on the floor, before another crack of the crowbar shortened the length once more.  Each strike sent a lancing hum through his flesh like a gong, a horrible tingling sensation that made him cum from the sharp pains.
Slicing the dick like salami, Kandrin bashed the meaty chunks everywhere throughout the kitchen as blood drizzled out with frigid cum in half-solid chunks, a clotted cream with strawberry lumps as the bird struggled to point and shoot.  The badger ducked from the burning shots and continued to blunt-chop through the dick, separating piece by piece as the shaft was whittled down to its base.
With each blow she bent the cock further, a twisting nail U-turning on itself whilst the bollocks crinkled underneath and crumbled like ground coffee.  Kandrin bashed in the last few inches to watch a chutney explosion, a cold bloody gazpacho soup splurting across the ground as the creature heaved its last breath.
	"Damn," she rubbed her head, "I...I didn't think they were that vulnerable to liquid nitrogen."
	"Yeah," chucled McCree, "normally you'd have to sit in that for hours before it really starts freezing ya."
	"Well, whatever," the badger rolled her arms, "let's get over to this school unless you got anything else to-"
	"SHIEH, SHIEH!"
	"GET DOWN!"
She grabbed him and ducked low as they scarpered out the back door, hurrying through maintenance halls as a second alien chased after with piercing shots.  The walls were punched through from the other side before the creature entered the corridor, startling the mammals in their frantic run as they grabbed fire extinguishers to blast behind them and obscure its vision.
Diving through the next door, they found themselves in a store for outdoor furniture such as garden sprinklers and fountain ornaments.  They grabbed a washing line and tied it in front of the door they came from, whilst Joe grabbed a sprinkler attached to a pipe and Kandrin grabbed a portly badger gnome.
When the monster burst through the door, having to duck through the frame in a bullrush, it tangled itself up in the washing line and staggered with a falling spin.  Joe blasted his face with the sprinkler, whilst Kandrin chucked the gnome to bash its skull and briefly stun the foul alien.  But it soon broke free from its trappings with a laser shot through the laundry wire, charging at Kandrin with a hefty kick that sent her flying across the store and crashing through a trellis.
Joe stepped back towards a row of machines, searching for something to fight with as the alien loomed down on him.  This one was more muscular than usual with a rippling six-pack and less of a gut, as well as thicker thighs that twitched with a flexing vein when its claws scraped the astroturf.  The beast cricked its neck and then tapped its palm, producing a terrifying blade of orange light.
	"Oh," McCree muttered, "well now you wanna get serious?"
	"TORH'FA!"
	"Yeah torh'fa to you too, fuckface."
He grabbed a weed-whacker from nearby and clicked it on, the screaming whirr exciting the bird who lunged with his sword.  They clashed with hard-light against steel, the firefighter twisting his weapon to glide the blade off and stab for the ball sack with the ripping end of the whacker.  The monster knocked it aside with a parry before kicking Joe in the face, sending him back against the wall and charging after him.
The skunk clutched his chest with a throbbing bruise, dodging the beast's assault before slashing at the back of the leg.  The alien shrieked and whacked him with his tail, that Joe blocked quickly with his weed-whacker and scarred down the side with its tearing blade.  The alien quick-turned and grabbed McCree's neck, tearing the weed-whacker from his hands to toss it away.
	"Koh'narr, issenaka," the bird snarled, lifting him up, "chee'nee mah'hoh kansunah, toso'krakarr."
	"N-NNNGH, GET, OFF YOU TURKEY BITCH!"
	"Ka ka ka, Sier'kanuhan eckun'niham!"
The skunk tried to kick his shoes at the muscular belly, fidgeting in the alien's grip as the bird readied himself to leave with his struggling prize.  Then something whacked him in the butt, his pink rump jiggling with tremors as he turned with a sweeping hand.  Kandrin ducked with her crowbar still in hand, whilst Joe tried to reach for the axe on his back as he squirmed out of the beastly grip.
The bird lunged with a swooping grab at his friend, who had grabbed the trellis she had broken and blocked his assault for two hits until it fully cracked.  She hurled both the pieces at his head that the alien simply slashed, then thrust its terrible sword of light towards the badger who rolled to one side and hid behind a lawnmower.  She called out to Joe who took a mighty swing for the monster's leg, cracking its shin like a felled tree to send it crumbling down.
	"TIMBER!"
	"KHAAAAAARGH!  SUH'KRAFFA!"
The skunk started chopping with his axe to cripple both limbs, not strong enough to fully delimb but enough to snap them out of joint and leave the bird screaming with legs splayed out.  Kandrin smiled with a sadistic glee rarely seen in her, as she revved up the lawnmower with a terrible growl and rolled towards the defenceless beast.
The boxy car rumbled towards the spread-eagled fiend, whose arm was pinned by McCree's weight as he slammed himself down on top of the belly.  The chest jiggled with a brief fear as thick rosy muscles flexed under him, a heaving anguish from the blood spilling out its broken legs.  The ground shook with the approaching mower, as the alien's eyes widened at the ferocious teeth of its steel maw.
	"Time to start pushing up the daisies," snorted McCree, "welcome to Luterns, punk!"
	"SH-SHIEH, SHIEEEEH!"
He flailed his arms as hard as he could, but the skunk was heavy enough to keep the monster pinned.  The lawnmower ripped alongside his thighs and tugged at the flesh, which started to gum up the blades and cause the machine to chug slower at an agonising pace.  Kandrin punched it into high gear and ripped into the alien's balls which soon turned into saltwater taffy.
The scrotum was torn free in a whirring shriek, the flesh ripped off like a table cloth to reveal the dangling white eggs, soft semi-oval lumps with dozens of nerves wrapped round and various spools of meat hung underneath.  Those too would be ripped up into the machine, violently plucked with such a savage force that the beast throbbed with a pain-erection, gasping tears back in his throat as he endured the torture.
His shaft pumped out free from the ruthless castration, swelling thick to nearly-full in the matter of seconds as if trying to escape its coming fate.  The sheath was then pulled into the reaming blade, a few sharp tugs yanking the entire length from the bottom up, as the skunk and bird watched the penis be sucked in.
The invader swallowed his scream to not give them the satisfaction, but his muscles twitched beneath Joe in painful spasms that grew tighter under the skin.  The lawnmower gripped the cock's base with a sudden crunch, grinding the flesh between its blades that struggled to keep devouring.  The flesh became rubbery in its extrication, as one could see the white of hiis testes being smeared across the teeth.
Then the shaft would follow suit as blood jettisoned from the head, when the base of the cock was squeezed like a tube of toothpaste.  Crackling sounds filled their ears from the creaking twist of mangled dick, the machine juttering slightly when it ripped through the meaty lance and twisted it up in a spiral, splitting it into pieces that soon unravelled with a cacophony of white and purple.
As the cock was rolled up like a carpet, the glans popped at last to spray thick on the front of the mower, which soon devoured the lower belly of the creature.  More of the skin ripped up like paper, as the penile flesh was tightly wound into the gutting blades, chewed up into a hundred bits, and swallowed into its bowels.
When the alien stopped moving, the machine was turned off as they looked over the mangled lower body.  Kandrin popped the back refuse bin to see its cock resemble confetti, dark sticky squares clumped together into a pile of bloody jizz.
	"Gotta say, this did the job real good!" the badger chuckled.  "I should buy one of these."
	"You don't have a yard," scoffed Joe.
	"No but it works great on birds.  Alright, let's get to the school, hope that firetruck's still there."
	"No one'll touch it, they know who I am."
He swung out his axe and gripped it tight, before they marched out the store and evaded the other aliens on their way back to the garage.

Near the residential district, the St. Josiah Hospital stood resolute with its ancient facade against the darkened night.  A tall gothic building with grey stone walls, it resembled a church before a hospital with its turret awnings and large windows of stained glass showing otters in prayer.
Inside the great halls, one's footsteps echoed into the abyss between high-rise arches and a plethora of rooms filled with beds and desks.  Some of the workers were on the night shift, the janitors waving to nurses who made their rounds and checked on patients recuperating.  But then the attack had come, and the leader had made certain to send a squad down to burst through the doors, and raze half the building of life.
When Jack's group arrived St. Josiah's, they found the scene of an apocalypse.  Half-burned corpses laid in the halls next to wheelchairs melted through, as an acrid stench swarmed through the air that made them turn sick.  They grasped their weapons and crept through the corridors, searching among the ashen piles and headless bodies of stoats and martens for anyone safe.
	"Holy shit," muttered Barb, "they...they really went here."
	"That's messed up," Jack shivered, "the fuck kinda freaks are they?"
	"Murderers," Jenny gripped her pitchfork, "makes me feel better about what we'll do to them."
	"Let's find the nurse room," the weasel beckoned, "someone's always there."
They snuck through the darkness past reception rooms and waiting seats that dripped with blood.  The call of the alien soldiers off in the distance made them clench, as Barb took point and checked around the corners before motioning them through.
As they approached the nurses' office, they could hear the troopers barking at each other with whimpering tears of the staff.  In the waiting hall of orthopedics, several dozen mustelids sat on their knees with arms tied behind their backs, under the watchful eye of three naked bird-men.  Their bellies glistened with sweat and crimson blood, their tails twitching and their thick rippling buttocks turning tight as they rocked on their talons.
Barbara crawled back and motioned her friends to the nurses' office, using her key to slip inside and take a deep breath to grab some coffee, scarf down a few donuts and reset their thoughts.
	"Okay," the badger rubbed her snout, "so we got hostages.  Not sure why they think we'll understand them."
	"One of em's gotta know Luternis right?" Jack pulled out a comb to brush his pomp.  "They didn't just come down here an' start shootin' without nobody knowin' to talk to us!"
	"Most invaders don't wanna talk, they proved that by shooting the delegate first."
	"But whadda they want with us?!  What've we got to give?!"
	"Does it matter?" Jenny slumped on a sofa.  "They wanna kill us, so we kill them harder, that's the way to do it."
	"Shit," the otter tapped his head, "why do I gotta be friends with the two blood-thirstiest gals in the city?"
	"Cuz they're the ones keeping you alive.  Barb, you alright?  You're quieter than usual."
	"Mmhmm, yeah," the nurse tapped her leg with the wrench, "just thinkin' about stuff."
	"You worried about your friends?" Jack stepped over to her.  "Don't worry, we'll figure something out."
	"Yeah yeah, I got it, just...okay, there's a lotta stuff we can use here to kill 'em."
	"Uhhh, okay?!  What?"
	"There's the pharmacy, I know where we can get a buncha good stuff to pop in their balls and blow 'em up."
	"Okay, seriously!?" the otter gripped her shoulders.  "Why you gotta keep hurtin' the balls, just chop off their legs!"
	"They're like RIGHT there!" squeaked Barbara.  "Shaking 'em all open right in front o' me, they're the easiest things to hit!"
	"It kills them pretty quick," the badger shrugged, "what ideas you got, Barb?"
	"Okay, I'm gonna grab stuff from the pharmacy, you two I got a better idea.  You know what an MRI is?"
	"Uhhh, no."
	"Alright, you two need to grab all them forks and knives cuz I got a wicked plan."
The look on her face terrified them as she whispered an idea.  After making their plan, they snuck out of the office and went their separate ways with Barbara skulking to the drug storage, whilst Jack and Jenny stuffed their pockets with cutlery and skulked closer to where the birds kept watch on their hostages.
Nurses and doctors lined up trembling in fear, as well as the odd patient not bedridden who groaned and wobbled on their knees.  One of them fell over with a gasping wheeze before an alien picked them up and shoved them against the wall.
	"Tuur'kah nyek!"
	"S-STOP!" shouted an otter physician.  "Please, he's wounded!"
	"CHEE'NEE!" a palm-laser aimed towards him.  "Mai'oh."
	"You can't do this.  Please, let the injured go, we can stay here if you want, but they are no use to you."
	"Ahmno gehr'dee.  Torf, bunada."
One of the other two saluted and grabbed the doctor, then backhanded him hard to send him to the floor with a burst bloody snout.  The birds chuckled at his pained expression, then hoisted him up once more and beat the back of his head.  The otter shook with trembling pains and gritted teeth as his staff cringed at his beating, before something rushed past their eyes and punched one of the birds in the sack.
	"KAUUUGH, HUUSRAH!"
	"HEY, BIRDFUCKS!" Jack whistled, racing past.  "WHY DONTCHA PICK SOMEONE YOUR OWN TYPE?!"
	"MAI'OH, SUUNOH'KAH!"
The badger and greaser raced towards the surgery, diving through the doors with Jenny hiding under a console, and Jack behind a large machine shape like a steel tube.  Two of the aliens came rushing through, scanning the room with their palm-lasers as they spread out and searched.  The machine intrigued them as they muttered to each other, then skirted round the sides to try and duck low and peek with their massive height.
Jack however laid flat under the machine, too flat for them to spot as their talons clacked past him.  Taking a deep breath, he waited for one of them to split away from his friend then snuck up behind him with forks and knives in his hand.  Sliding between the legs, he grabbed the sheath and shoved all the cutlery in, stabbing deep with sharp points as the monster shrieked with surprise.
	"TAKAAAAH, MAI'OH!"
	"COME AND GET ME ASSHOLE!"
Jack ran around the room to distract the beast, whilst Jenny snuck up behind its partner and whacked the back of its head with the pitchfork to make it stumble towards the machine.  The alien fell on its outstretched slab as the badger shoved him harder in by stabbing the balls with her fork.  The monster screamed and climbed into the tube to try and escape the ruthless weapon, with Jenny quickly jumping in to also shove forks and knives into the sheath.
To the aliens, the feel of sharp metal jangling against their cocks was stifling and painful, but no worse than what they had to endure in Zekuun training.despite the occasional stabbing to their flaccid dicks.  The tightness however made things worse as their members pushed back, swelling by instinct from the odd rub of cold steel as their glans began to peek.
	"JACK, THIS WAY!"
The badger called to her friend who skidded round and whistled to her.  She pulled out the fork and swung it for his head when he ducked, instead hitting the other alien's legs when he came running up.  Falling forwards onto the slab, the creature was shoved in like a pizza into the oven, with Jenny driving her pitchfork through both their balls to pin them together.
	"JACK, NOW, TURN IT ON!"
	"GOT IT!"
The otter raced to the console and tapped the buttons Barbara had told him, starting the MRI as a terrible hum filled the room.  Jenny kept her weapon wedged between whilst the aliens kicked and grabbed each other, trying to find enough room to shoot their lasers out of the device.  But then the vibrations started, an odd tingling in their shafts that excited them with a little purr.
They gripped each other with a rippling moan, the sensations of the vibrating metal bringing them to full erection as their 3-foot masts would frot together.  Trapped in a lustful spasm, the aliens fondled each other and beared through the pain of their throbbing testes impaled on the fork, which also hummed with a strange unearthly feel that confused the avians.
But then came the burning.  An awful heat started to pulse from every metal tip that clustered round their members, paralysing them in a ring of fire that shook even harder with each second.  The monsters looked to each other with growing concern as the vibrations grew louder, their skulls shivering and their balls twitching in a constant flex before the skin started to split.
The birds tried to push themselves free, but in turn impaled themselves deeper on the pitchfork as they struggled against the machine's walls.  The trembling grew through their ribs and pulled at their sheaths, their spears stretched wider like two hooks were being tugged in opposite ways.  As the MRI booted up to its full strength, the blood in their penises would boil from the sharp vibration, a singing reel that burned the muscles within and caused them to cum on each other.
But even that orgasm would not bring them joy, as the semen was so heated from the magnetic forces that they spurted with anguished breaths.  Each flex of their veins would bleed out as the metal ripped itself apart, violently snapping to the walls as their meat was eviscerated in seconds.  An explosion of purple sprayed within the MRI as forks and knives zipped like bullets, causing the machine to shudder with fury.
	"JEN, GET OUTTA THERE!"
Jack warned her as sparks started to fly and she felt her pitchfork tremble with violence.  She ran to duck beneath the console, the aliens trapped in a steel coffin that snapped and twisted their dicks with each pull of the metal.  The pitchfork shot forwards past their chests and cleaved their sheaths from the bottom up, gouging their whole lengths with bloody mangled chunks already popped free.
Their screams rang throughout the hospital as their pillars shattered in meaty chunks and slathered the metal tube with their juices.  Cum sprayed on each other's twitching corpses as the last thing they saw was each other, their suffering mirrored in their expressions before the machine exploded.  A blasting shudder came from inside, smogging the aliens to burn them in a brief electrical fire that flash-burned their cocks to a black stain.
	"Uhhh...huh," Jenny peeked up, "I really hope the hospital doesn't bill us."
	"If you take that pitchfork handle," Jack muttered, "they won't find your fingerprints."
	"Hah, not a bad idea," she walked over to do just that, "alright, let's go find Barb."

When the two aliens had chased after her friends, the nurse weasel snuck to the pharmacy and found what she was looking for.  She muttered the names of various chemicals and started to mix them in a centrifuge, forming a deadly green goop as her grin widened with murder.  The nurse grabbed several syringes and ripped up some coats to form a pocket-bandolier of needles, before marching back out with her wrench at the ready.
	"HEY BIRD-BRAIN!" she shouted to where the hostages were.  "YOU KNOW WHERE YOU CAN SHOVE THAT BEAK OF YOURS?!"
	"Kuuseh'fanah?!" the remaining avian shouted.  "Anteni chee'nee!"
	"Why dontcha come over here and find out, I'm waitiiiiing!"
The beast lurched round the corner with looming shadow, before spotting the weasel waving at him from afar that he took fire with his laser.  She dodged back and beckoned him to follow, as the sound of his stomping talons echoed through the halls with his lizard tail snaking behind.
Her footsteps drew him to the wards, an open area with beds and curtains lined up on either side as he charged up his fingers.  The laser hummed with a deep growl, its eyes piercing through the gloom as he sensed a ruffling a fabric that he shot immediately.  The curtain evaporated, scattering its ashes across the bed as he entered further.
His claws clicked on the floor, his chest glistened in the eerie light of fluorescent beams peeking out the halls.  His warms and shoulders were a strapping ensemble, with rolling hills of pink muscle that stretched across his torso and gave him sturdy pecs, a twitching pair that sat crowned above his belly.
The gut was somewhat heftier, not exactly fat but definitely well-fed with a rosy gleam of two-fold pudge.  The bird stretched his neck to make his body look leaner, showing the tight muscles that framed either side of his tum that twitched with a peckish hunger, whilst his sumptuous rear thick with muscle shone nearly-white.  Whenever a breeze trickled past to shake the curtains, he turned and checked his fire, then peeked low under the beds to search for the weasel.
When he reached halfway down the ward, he made a full 360 sweep before moving on.  Barbara was nowhere to be seen, until he heard the creaking groan of a fluorescent light above him.  Tall enough to reach, he grasped for the hanging beam and saw a little furry hand reach out to stab him.  The monster pulled back and fired at the light, snapping it in half as a ball of white and brown came swinging towards his face.
	"DIE TURKEY BOY!"
	"CHEE'NEE MAI'OH!"
The nurse latched on his face and pulled out one of her syringes for his neck.  He threw himself backwards with a hard slam, cushioned by his powerful rump as the weasel went flying across the ward.  She grabbed one of the bed sheets and skidded across the floor, turning fast on her claws before rushing at the beast with cloak spread wide to confuse him.
He fired through the blanket thrown at his face, melting the sheet to a lumpen pile as he saw no sign of the nurse.  He quickly turned round with laser-palm at the ready, before the skittering of feet went under the beds and he soon followed with piercing shots.  Holes were punched through the mattresses and walls were scarred in his pursuit, as Barbara dove across the floor behind the alien and rolled herself up to spring-launch for the monster's tail.
Small as she was, she climbed on its back and stabbed one of her needles into its shoulder.  But before she could inject the deadly poison, the alien grabbed her throat and hurled her forwards to slam against the wall and open fire.  Barbara dropped fast with a shriek, bouncing off one bed to sproing quicker on the other, grabbing the curtain to swing herself round on its rails and drive-kick the monster's face.
	"KAUUURH, HUUSAA!"
	"NOT TONIGHT YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
When she flew past the creature's beak, she grabbed its feathered neck and dropped fast towards the testes, pulling out two syringes to stab deep inside the sheath and pump double-barrelled death into its cock.  The alien screamed at the biting cold flooding through its veins as it kicked her hard with a rising knee, throwing her into the air with a heavily-bruised chest and taking aim once more.  Then he stopped with a painful spasm, a tightening in his sack that made him jerk and miss the shot.
	"U-UUURKH!  KAUUH...h-hishia, hishia vonnor?"
As the nurse fell to the floor, the alien's body twitched with a terrible gasp.  His thighs became tight and his balls clenched with exhaustion as if he had run sixteen laps.  His legs buckled with an aching burn as his shaft thickened against its will, the blood surging with a strange agony that his brain could not comprehend.  He puffed through his beak with a sickening lurch in his stomach, his heart thudded with a rising beat that made his ribs hurt and he became fully erect with a pulsing fear.
	"What's...wrong?" Barbara gasped with a bloody head.  "Feeling a little...sick?"
	"K-khhauh...huushu'ma, gonoti'kheh, mai'oh?"
	"Just lie down and relax...you're not leaving this hospital anyway, so lemme just tuck you in, alright?"
The creature started shivering from the injection, as his member throbbed thicker with the veins swelling so thick with the poison that the flesh would turn dark.  The balls would blacken like fungus, and the lance soon followed with a foul stench thickening out of the glans when his cum became a bloody sputum.
His groans turned into screams as he struggled to ejaculate, the semen hardening like cement whilst his turgid flesh would flake off in pieces.  The meat solidified too much and would start cracking in places, a crumbling pillar that struggled to withstand the cruel passage of time.  The alien sobbed as he watched his dick slowly collapse into itself, the glans imploding with a melty pop that sizzled down inside and pulled the rest of the length with it.
A ghastly sound fumed from his crotch, an acidic wrath that caused steam to fill from his sheath.  With each passing second, more of his pole collapsed with the severing of veins and the mulching of muscle to resemble autumn leaves crushed in a puddle.  The monster's eyes rolled up as the rest of his body became infected, his blood turned black to soon infest his heart and un-make it in turn.
	"Shhhh, rest."  She swept a blanket over him.  "You go to sleep and dream of nasty invasions elsewhere...you big fucking rat."
She stumbled out of the ward with a bleeding head, making her way back to the pharmacy to grab some bandages for herself.  Once she had staunched the blood and cleaned up her bruises, she went to free the hostages and found her friends already doing so.
	"BARB!" Jack rushed over to check her wounds.  "Shit, you okay!?"
	"I'm fiiine," she waved him off, "you should see the other guy!"
	"We dealt with those two," Jenny undid the staff's restraints, "the MRI is screwed thanks to them, but-"
	"It doesn't matter," the doctor otter stood up and bowed, "thank you for saving us, you, you're truly remarkable for your age!"
	"Thanks, sir!" the nurse saluted.  "Do I get a raise after this?!"
	"Well, I'm not sure if our forms allow 'performing a rescue while the hospital is under siege' as a reason.  But I'll certainly bring you a commendation."
	"You guys should get out of here," Jenny thumbed to the exit, "I know you wanna stay to protect patients bu-"
	"Sorry, that just won't do," the physician brushed down his coat, "folks still need help, there are patients here still alive we need to keep check on.  But I won't ask you to stay and protect us, instead you can do us a favour.  The military is holed up at Perl Memorial School, do you think you can travel there and ask for their assistance in sending some here?"
	"Sure," Jack gave a thumbs up, "we'll head right on over, just keep them doors locked for any more of them freaks."

One of the reasons Perl Memorial made such a formidable fortress was that it almost became one in its long storied history.  In the early years of Luterns' past, it had begun as a central outpost for potential invaders and observing the mountains.  But when war had long passed in an era of peace, the square-block building with a central bell tower had been revamped into a place of education.
But the city still remembered its roots in times of need, as the military holed themselves up and fought back against the invaders who circled above like vultures.  By this point, the soldiers found other means to ward them back through the use of flamethrowers, catapults and grenade launchers.  The aliens could only shoot lasers, but their power was of such devastation that it tore through walls and incinerated victims.
Sometimes they swooped down towards an unsuspecting soldier to gouge them through, leaving their legs to fall bloody on the rooftops they defended.  Approaching the back of the building was Joe's truck, parking up in the school bus garage which had its own car-wash installed, and meeting one of the commanders.
	"McCree," a wolverine in a black vest nodded, "thanks for the free ride."
	"What's the sit-rep, sir?" Joe saluted.
	"Twelve circling above us, three on the south side have set up a post on Garrett's Goods to take pot shots at us.  They haven't breached us yet, we're protecting the mayor inside the basement, they haven't figured we go underground."
	"Guess the bird-brain thing was literal," Kandrin saluted in turn, "Marnie Kandrin, I run the junkyard."
	"So you were first contact," the commander crossed his arms, "what've you got?"
	"Bullets won't work, they have a shield that reacts to high-velocity, you need to get in close or use something slower."
	"We figured that already, but good to confirm, anything else?"
	"They don't like getting their dicks ripped out," Joe chuckled, pulling out his axe, "s'a lot easier than ya think to neuter them shits."
	"The lack of armour did surprise us," said the soldier, leading them in, "we've had reports of you fighting, apparently the leader, who names himself Sier'kanuhan, is looking for a certain 'toso'krakarr' and was trying to track your engine."
	"Wait, he wants me?" the skunk followed them in.
	"The little we understood of their comms tells us such.  How do you feel about becoming bait?"
	"Long as I get to punch him in the dick again, I'm all ears, sir!"
	"Is the chief of the invasion really that petty?" the badger walked with them.  "I don't want you risking your life for nothing."
	"You didn't see him when I was on the roof of the truck, he saw me, we had a moment.  Not since that feud I had with Old Nantucket did I feel such hatred."
	"He sold his house because of you, that's dedication."
They walked through the long stone corridors where classrooms became bunkers and munitions had been gathered in droves.  Some of the more able citizens had joined them with blades and rifles, from teachers armed with machetes, to farmers offering tractors that pulled howitzers.
The higher floors became mortar rooms where stoats pumped shells into cannons and fired at the flying creatures, bombarding the mountains when they missed and dodging back when the aliens responded.  A small cadre of soldiers met with Joe in the teachers' lounge, as they arranged a plan to lure the chief of the aliens down.
	"We'll take points on the roof," said the wolverine, pointing at a map, "Harkin takes southwest, Davis northeast, then spread your rank out from there.  McCree will be in a small platoon in the middle."
	"They won't kill him at first," Kandrin suggested, "when we fought aliens in the mall, they tried to drag him to their leader rather than execute him."
	"Alright, we'll set a trap then, slowly pull back our forces from the roof and let them circle in."
For the next two hours, the soldiers moved away from the roof to give the impression of a changing guard.  The plan set itself up carefully, lulling the monsters to a false sense of security as Joe was given a rifle and a belt of grenades.  Kandrin was on backup with the one known as Davis, keeping herself hidden under a black tarp to wait and watch.
Eventually the skunk ascended to the roof, a small labyrinth of skylights and AC units as Joe was given armour to blend in with his guards.  The aliens swooped overhead, dodging shells that fired on them whilst hitting back with lasers.  The leader was easy to spot with the biggest arms and the hugest pair of testes, dangling beneath his legs whilst his anti-gravity pinions hummed in the air.
There he saw the skunk, his eyes twinkling with intrigue as he contacted his other troops.  They changed formation subtly, tightening the circle to come spinning closer and charge up their lasers.  No one could have predicted what came next, as their palms crossed each other's beams to make a singular force, a tremendous awe-inspiring burst of solar fury that ripped through the entire building.
	"FALL BACK, FALL BACK!"
The outer rims of the buildings were ripped from the foundation, towers peeling off the sides in a horrendous four-way split that the aliens formed from their lasers.  Plasma pillars tore through the stone and cracked off the marble, eviscerating any unfortunate troops standing beneath.  Kandrin only just dodged from her position, but fell through the crumbling masonry by three floors.
Joe found himself on a singular platform with a few other soldiers, a granite plateau ringed by ventilation pipes that was ripped out of the roof and raised up to the sky.  The lasers shifted in their power, aligning through their pinions instead to become a gravitational field that suspended the roof section.  The skunk staggered and pulled out his fire axe at the ready, when the largest alien stomped down on the platform.
	"ENEMY'S HERE!"
	"TAKE HIM DOWN!"
The soldiers rushed him all at once as the avian slapped two of them away, then kicked another off the plateau to send them falling to their death.  One was shot dead into ashes, and the last was saved only by Joe lunging forwards with his axe to strike away the creature's claws, but the guard still fell from the platform regardless to end up rolling hard on the cracked roof.
	"HEY, CHICKENFUCK!  Nice to see you finally show up!"
	"Hmmm.  Toso'krakarr."  The alien chuckled.  "Tennen'rassu."
	"You want me so bad, you'll have to kill me for it."
	"Kheh...omaa."
He raised his wing to send his troops away, their anti-grav field remaining in place for a limited time as their battle began above the sky.

During this, the other invaders swooped down to attack the school, charging at windows and firing close to frighten the mustelid soldiers.  The sudden uplift of the roof revealed a gaping hole that some flapped down into, marching through the halls to claw and burn the panicked populace.  The commanders did their best to rally forces and set up barricades, but there was too much chaos too quick.
Half the forces within the school were decimated, whilst only four of the twelve attackers were cut down with axes or blasted with grenades.  It was in the midst of this pandemonium, that the three birds set up at Garrett's Goods saw a screaming pink blur through the streets.  A violent turn brought a cloud of dust behind it, a long scuffed-looking car with shark-fin lights roared past the building.
	"Chee'nee mai'oh!"
The scout ordered one of his troops to follow, as one alien chased after the car which drove straight for the school.  Jack made a daring slide at the junction, almost tipping a lamp post when he revved hard down the ramp and into the garage.  The sounds of gunfire rippled above their heads, whilst screams came muffled through the walls as they grabbed their weapons and hopped out the car.
	"Guess they started without us," Jenny smirked half-serious, "but they're doing better than anyone else."
	"That's...really not a good sign," Jack winced, "maybe we shoulda stayed at the hospital."
	"NAH, screw that!" Barb thumped her chest.  "I got plenty more needles to stab in them balls!"
	"Okay, PLEASE could we lay off the ball torture, I'm gettin' real antsy about that!"
	"You're welcome to leave," the badger shrugged, "we ain't gonna stop if it works on them."
	"SHH!"
The weasel cocked her ear as the sound of wings swooped into the garage.  The underground lot was a spacious area where three buses sat, as well as a car-wash to one side managed by the school for charity events and maintaining their own vehicles.  They scurried to one of the buses as the scout appeared, clacking his talons on the gravel with the dim light reflecting off his muscular belly.
His sack jiggled with each step in pendulous thought, hefty orbs of fuchsia with an equally-plump sheath dangling away whilst he searched his surroundings.  He spotted the pink car easily, marching over with hand-laser up as he saw no passengers.  The beast muttered to himself as he investigated the rest of the garage, checking the windows of the buses and ripping the doors aside to look through the seats.  Still nothing, until he heard the clattering of a wrench behind him.
The creature smiled as he rushed over to the car-wash, a large stall with enormous vertical brushes in a box-like drive-through.  The fluffy pair of candy canes intrigued the beast, stroking down its stiff follicles as it spotted a bandage left on the ground.
	"NOW!"
A whack on the head from a pitchfork's pole sent him forwards, as Barbara dove in front of its legs to trip the alien.  He fell with a crunch before Jenny jumped on top of its belly with Jack joining in, whilst the weasel rushed over to the controls for the car-wash.
	"HOPE YA LIKE GETTIN' FLUFFED, PRETTY BOY!"
She raised the platform as the brushes whirred into life, a screaming dervish that revved up closer to his balls while he kicked and struggled from the bodies on top.  Jenny slammed her elbow on its neck to stifle the beast, a hacking cough soon added with pain at the first bristles.  At first it felt strangely pleasant, a tingling burn all over his testicles that rubbed back and forth like a caveweasel making fire.
The monster shivered with a new delight as his cock sprouted free, a purring bree from his neck as he bucked against the rippling brushes.  His whole shaft came free with a sputtering pre as the brushes kept rubbing, grinding hard on the flesh and scouring it plenty.  But the invader still enjoyed it, laying back with a happy sigh and thinking perhaps if he just laid there and lulled them into a false sense of security, he could snap their necks quickly.
It was a wonderful massage, nothing like he had felt before as he pondered if the Lunaidens of Kestriik Va were this good with their wings.  As he throbbed to his fullest, there then came a pressure thickening in his meat, an odd vacuum tightness like when one disengages the airlock.  It was ticking over to uncomfortable, as the brushes pulled harder at his skin.
	"Guu...guusa'bovaaah, haaah!"
	"I think he likes it," muttered Jack, pinning him down, "what now?"
	"Give it a minute," Jenny shook her head, "friction needs time to build up."
	"He better not jizz on me or he'll mess my hair!"
	"Oh so it's alright for you to mess up Barb's?"
	"WHAT?!"
The weasel cackled from the console, much to the otter's blushing face as they kept the beast smothered.  The shaft vibrated faster, spurting thicker to form webs that sprayed everywhere towards a hastened climax.  The alien bucked his hips with increasing fervour as he scraped harder on the brushes, a snarl creeping over his beak as the pain grew in his sceptre.
Slowly the brushes came together, ripping the skin through microscopic layers that caused an odd crunching sound in their bristles.  The balls began to separate, the scrotum pulled two ways like a rubber band to make the monster gasp and shriek.  The pole however was being compressed with a flensing fury, the bristles turning to daggers with a gradual yet savage evisceration.
The monster shrieked even harder when he came, a fantastic spurt of rich milk that splattered across the car-wash and all over Jenny's back, who bravely took the shot for Jack's sacred pompadour.  Then the blood started raining as the brushes would touch at last, peeling the dick in half before it twisted up into licorice.  Then it was crushed into a blueberry paste, the high friction of the washer spitting out bits of skin to splat over the walls.
The creature howled in anguish with a drenching spurt of bloody seed, smothering Jenny's back even more as it came with devastating effect.  The cock imploded on itself, turning thinner with each spin of the brush that jerked pieces of flesh long and sticky like candy floss, gumming up the bristles and forming a wicked web of viscerae.
Once the alien finally died, the nurse turned off the car-wash as it chundered to a halt, the brushes now resembling half-finished kebabs as the badger heaved herself up.
	"Wow," she cringed at the gouged sheath, "we're really messed up, aren't we?"
	"THANK you," Jack stood up, combing his hair, "glad you still got some sense."
	"I don't!" Barbara skipped over.  "I wish we had a camera, the ways we got to rip their dicks out was a lot!"
	"Maybe we should get a divorce."
	"What PFFFT we're not even married!"
	"Yeah well maybe I should just get one anyways, yanno to be safe."
	"Alright you two," Jenny patted them both, "come on, we need to find who's in charge."

Above Luterns, the great battle began as Joe made a swinging charge with his axe.  The alien leader sidestepped with a backhand to his skull, slamming the skunk into the dirt before grabbing at his neck.  The mammal elbowed hard into the monster's wrist, then turned with a brazen swipe to bash the arm with the flat of his axe.
The creature known as Sier'kanuhan stepped back and clutched his limb, beckoning with a taunting finger for his prey to try again.  McCree made a feinting sweep that the alien parried with a spark from his hand, forming briefly a blue shield with his pinions that warded off the metal cleaver.  When Joe striked him again, the beast countered once more with a shield-gleam that staggered him, leaving him wide open for a hard kick that sent the skunk rolling across the platform.
He stopped just at the edge and waited for Sier'kanuhan to come close, the bird lunging for his head with a terrible fist that the mammal ducked underneath.  He punched one of the leader's bollocks when diving through, causing the beast to snarl in pain and swing round fast with a tail-swipe.  McCree rolled beneath the sweep and struck at the leg with his axe, but the avian flapped up high to dodge the cleave and spin-kick the firefighter's head to knock him back.
Joe felt the blood spill from his ear, his skull throbbing with pressure as the dizzying height of their battlefield made things worse.  He shook himself clear and blocked the swiping hand, then drove his fist into the monster's knee to stagger him briefly.  But Sier'kanuhan surprised him with a driving peck, a hard smack of his beak crunching the back of Joe's head.
	"TIKREE'SUMER, EKANANDA!"
With one mighty kick, he threw the skunk off the platform and expected to see his body crunch on the school roof.  But there was nothing, no black-white-and-yellow lump hitting the dirt, no scream of terror nor cursed threats.  His soldiers were busy fighting the others, as he walked across the floating plateau curious at his enemy vanishing.
In the great melée of Luterns it was hard to hear anything, such as the heaving breaths of Joe who hung under the platform with his axe driven through a piece of pipe in the underside.  The rebar still jutted out from when it was torn from the roof, as he monkey-barred his way across the belly and clambered up the other side.  He swung his axe at the lizard tail to crack through the flesh, twisting the heavy blade through as the monster shrieked with a stumbling cry.
	"HOW DO YA LIKE ME NOW, BALL-BOY?!"
With a second chop he golf-swung through the tail, snapping it free from the bird's body as it writhed in deathly spasms.  All of his nerves were set alight in his rear, close enough to make even his balls sting from the dismemberment.  His cock swelled out of its sheath in a reflex of suffering, almost reaching 4 feet as the biggest one of his species.
The creature's legs nearly buckled from the pain, his nerves singing with flames and his testicles pulsing with the aftershock that made his dick gorge itself.  A fury trembled through the bird, clenching every muscle as he finally had enough and fired his laser at the skunk.
He dodged just barely, but the beam ripped through his axe and snapped it free from his hands to fall off the edge.  Joe cooked up a desperate plan by launching himself at the alien's penis, and the weight of his body staggered the beast who felt the skunk's claws rip into his skin.  Sier'kanurahn tried to wrench the mammal free, nut Joe held on grim and chomped his fangs into the monster's waist, who cried out briefly paralysed by the pain.
The pillar of flesh pulsed beneath his fingers, spraying pre on his head and covering his black stripes as he unhooked his belt and pulled himself up tighter to the throbbing lance.  His weight forced it downwards, and the cock struggled to flex itself upright when he shoved the belt into the sheath and tied it suffocatingly hard.  The alien finally slapped him off, and charged its palm-laser towards his face.
	"Fekuu'mesen rah, toso'krakarr."
	"Yeah?" McCree panted with bloody head.  "Well I got news for you.  You're about to cum the hardest you ever done in your life."
The skunk brought up a single pin with a wink.  The alien did not understand until it looked down at the belt of grenades wrapped round its twitching spear.  Sier'kanuhan would realise too late when the first explosion set off a devastating chain reaction.  The invader screamed as his crotch was obliterated, an upwards jet of belching flame that popped pieces of his cock one after the other.
The first grenade stuffed in his sheath burst his bollocks straight off his body, splitting them like atoms to smear in bits behind him.  The second and third would blast his cock base apart, shooting the whole thing forwards to just barely remain attached to its sheath.  The fourth, fifth and sixth would then scattershot the remains, punching holes throughout the shaft like a shotgun bore through a brittle tree, scarring his severed meat and propelling chunks across the roof.
The great bird watched in despair at his brutal castration, trembling in anguish and a richer shame that filled his heart.  His balls were now a gaping wound, spilling their gutted tubes with a rich indigo-white that pooled between his legs, along with the twitching nerves of his testicles that hung like withered vines.
What remained of his seed splattered on his thighs, whilst the fractured muscular root trembled to keep upright like a crumbling ancient tower, a wretched oak that fought the vicious storm as purple gushed from its splitting crack.  But still defiant he was, even in the face of penile destruction, even when the sound of wet velcro cracked and popped from his skin against the weight of his deadening shaft.
	"T-toso...krakarr...hamna'kusei?"
	"Welcome to Ostuuma," Joe McCree walked up to him, "enjoy your grave, you rat-faced bitch."
The skunk grabbed the cock with both hands and shoved one into the glans, hooking the urethra and pulling it free with a mighty wrench.  The monster's eyes widened in shock, a horrible tingling sensation ran through his holey length as he watched the firefighter disembowel his once-splendid girth.  The velcro-like sound intensified to a savage rip, a yellow tube soon pulled free from the cock head that Joe began spooling in his hand.
With each new pull the hose became tighter, the skunk forced to pull harder to rip out the tethering line like copper wire from a broken house.  Sier'kanuhan twitched his eyes in a struggle of audacity, but with each new rending pull his voice grew sharper, higher, more frantic with an escalation of immense agony.  He dared not admit it, but he had rarely felt fear until meeting this defiant land-walking mongrel who so severed his masculinity.
The firefighter plucked free a new tendril with each tug, as the cock's pissing tube pulled other bonds with it to form a web of nerves that screeched alight with internal suffering.  The bird began sobbing, the pain too much to bear as his soldiers watched in horror at his humiliation.  Then his cock started to crumble at last, lost without its integral support as with one last tug, the urethral cable was fully plucked free.
The last of the bird's agony finally had overcome him, painting the mammal with his surrendering seed in a deathly climax the moment his penis fell apart in fleshy cube-chunks, and the top-half of the mast cracked forwards to bounce slightly across the roof.  Joe was spattered white and fuchsia, staring at the fleshy stump with meaty whorls now pumping its orgasm, as the monster fell to his knees and crumpled with a deathly hiss.
The rest of the alien forces trembled at their leader's defeat, as the platform soon fell without its power and came slamming down back to earth.  Everyone ran in fright, the school roof crushed inwards with a catastrophic blast, shattering windows and cracking three floors with a tremendous cloud of dust.
When Joe finally landed, he found himself staring at three young mustelids who had backed up against the wall of a now-ruined classroom.  Covered in dirt with bits of semen, the firefighter brushed himself off and took one last look at the dead bird.
	"Li'l old for school, aintcha?" he squinted at the youths.  "Wait, aren't you Marnie's girl?"
	"Yes sir," Jenny nodded, "we uh...well, is she-"
	"JENNY!" the mother cried from two floors up.  "JENNY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
	"KEEPING SAFE, MOM!" the badger waved back.  "YOU ALRIGHT?!"
	"YEAH, I'LL LIVE!"
	"Nice WORK on that bastard!" the weasel Barb pointed at Joe's trophy.  "Blasted his cock to shit!"
	"Well, it was a big target," McCree shrugged, "fighting seems to have stopped, I think the birds realise who won."
	"Fuckin' damn," Jack the otter leaned against the wall, "I don't wanna spend another night like that again unless we're at the movies."
	"Mmm yeah," Jenny patted her friend, "I won't complain about seeing the wires ever again."
Slowly but surely there came surrender, as the last of the aliens quickly fled back to their ship.  Those who were too slow to escape were shot down with mortars, blasted in the back with their balls set alight to come tumbling down like a phoenix.  But the city of Luterns was now safe, as they spent the next few months rebuilding what was lost, and commemorating the heroes who fought so brave against a powerful force.  None of Sier'kanuhan's race would ever return to Ostuuma.