Perverts 'R' Us

Divided By Hatred - Part 1

By Loki925 ( m/gg, Sci-Fi )

This story is totally fictitious and does not resemble anyone or anything in reality, whatever that is.

The people of the small world had been at war for the past 300 years. The origins of the war were no longer known, shrouded in myth. Now under a deep black sky and with the natural resources of the world practically exhausted both sides decided to try and negotiate some sort of an agreement to end the bloodshed.

It was agreed that each side would launch one rocket ship. Aboard each ship would be one representative and the children of that representative. It was thought by both sides that if children were aboard the rocket ships, they would not be attacked by the other side's orbital defensive systems.

The orbital systems prevented large rockets from entering orbit and returning to the planet with their nuclear payloads. But there was too much hatred between the two powers. As soon as the two rocket ships containing the representatives attained orbit intending to join each other in negotiations, the sides were joined together only in their mutual distrust.

Each side saw only a false chance to finally end the war and do away with their hated opponent. Both sides launched thousands and thousands of nuclear-laden rockets, firing the last of their weapons. Within minutes both sides were consumed by nuclear fire.

The war was over but so was life on the planet. The two ships in orbit would also have been consumed in the conflagration, but as the planet's atmosphere was rent asunder by the explosion of each side's orbital defensive system the two rocket ships were sent hurtling into the void of space.

Aboard the two ships, each adult representative saw only one chance for survival and that chance was to set a course for the now barren planet's larger moon. The large moon was habitable, but due to the long war and the orbital defensive systems, neither side had attempted a landing on the moon. However, the larger moon was now the only chance for survival.

But there was no possible way for the ships to land on the moon. The only possible way to land on the moon was to first put the ships into a steep orbital insertion. The ships would be destroyed, but as the ships burned the escape pods could be jettisoned.

However the escape pods were only designed to carry one adult. Each representative parent separately made the only decision possible. They would put their children aboard the escape pods and hope for the best.

Sometime later, both ships entered the moon's atmosphere and jettisoned their respective escape pods. The parents were both destroyed as the rocket ships disintegrated in flames.

Ray Thorn, having a year of flight training, easily landed his pod in a clearing. When the pod's engines shut down, Ray remembered his father's last words. "Ray," his father said, "Do not trust the Woe-to-man." Ray took the pod's pulse rifle and opened the pod's door.

As Ray exited the pod, he saw the Woe-to-man's pod wobbling in the sky. He laughed thinking what a terrible pilot the Woe-to-man was. He knew the pod would probably crash, most likely killing whoever was aboard the pod. But as the pod disappeared from his sight he decided to make sure the last Woe-to-man was dead.

He calculated the distance between himself and where the pod most likely crashed to be about ten clicks or kilometers. It was a distance he could easily make before the sunset. He looked up and saw his home planet still burning in nuclear fire. It made him even more determined to kill the last Woe-to-man.

Ray packed all the rations, medical kit, and water. He would have liked to pack the electronic gear, but he saw no use for it now. But even without the gear, the fourteen-year-old Ray knew the pack would be heavier than he was used to. However, not wanting to leave anything that could be useful behind, he decided that carrying the extra weight would be worth it.

He hefted the pack over his shoulders and set out in the direction where he was sure the Woe-to-man's pod had crashed. As he walked he looked for large game animals he could shoot with his pulse rifle.

He saw all sorts of birds and small rodent-like creatures, but shooting one of them with his pulse rifle would be a waste of ammunition. The pulse from the rifle more than likely would totally disintegrate the birds and rodent-like animals.

As he continued walking, he noticed his pack was heavier than he thought it would be. Then he remembered what his dad told him about the gravity on the moon being slightly stronger than his now-burning home world.

He again cursed the Woe-to-man and hardened his heart. He had never seen a Woe-to-man, no one had in more than 300 years. But he was now sure he could kill one. However he knew that he had never actually killed anything before.

He was training to be a fighter pilot. That meant unlike the ground-pounders, he would never actually see the enemy burning in the fused light of a pulse rifle. The idea of setting an enemy on fire repulsed him. But he had no problem with sending fifty pounds of TNT up some Woe-to-man's jet exhaust.

Now the idea of the last Woe-to-man burning in the laser fire of his pulse rifle made him smile. He could hardly wait to see that sight. He would burn the last Woe-to-man until the body was nothing but ashes, or so he thought.

He saw a small column of smoke rising in the sky and he knew he was close to the Woe-to-man's crashed pod. He slowed down and continued to walk cautiously now.

Lisa looked down at her younger sister's body. She had managed to stop the bleeding, but she knew that if she did not get help soon, Amy would die. She looked at the crumpled pod that her mother had somehow managed to squeeze Amy and her into.

She wished she had grabbed the medical kit before she dragged Amy out of the ship, but there was no time. The ship was on fire and she knew she had to get Amy and herself out of it. She barely managed to do that when the ship exploded in flames.

Tears trickled down her cheeks. What good was nine years of medical training when there was no medical kit? Her training had begun almost at birth after she was cloned from her mother, just as all new children began life. She was going to be a medical technician and later if she passed the tests, a doctor.

With the war with the Ma-ale-ing on-going, doctors and technicians were in great demand. She wanted to save lives and now she could not even save her own sister's life. She looked up and saw her home world burning in nuclear fire. She was taught to hate the Ma-ale-ing and she did before, but now she hated them even more.

She was sure if she ever saw one she would have no problem killing the despicable Ma-ale-ing. They had destroyed her home, killed her mother, and now because of them her sister lay dying.

Ray heard a strange sound. He dropped to the ground and not more than a hundred yards in front of him he saw his first Woe-to-man. He put his finger on the trigger of his pulse rifle, aimed and was about to fire.

But as he looked through the rifle's scope the Woe-to-man stood up. "Damn," he thought, "it is just a kid." From the size of the Woe-to-man, he knew that it could not be more than nine years old.

But it was still a Woe-to-man. Once again he lined his rifle up, but as he did he saw an even smaller Woe-to-man lying on the ground. "Crap," he thought, "not one kid but two."

He wanted to pull the trigger, but for some reason he could not.

Maybe it was the fire that stopped him, maybe it was something else. All he knew at this point was he could not pull the trigger. Rifle at the ready, he stood up and approached the small Woe-to-man.

Lisa was still sobbing when she heard, "Don't move Woe-to-man, or I will blast you."

She knew the voice could have only come from a Ma-ale-ing. But it did not sound as she expected it would sound. However she was still afraid and replied, "Please Ma-ale-ing, don't blast me!"

But as she said that she wondered why he had called her a Woe-to-man when she was just a mere girl. Maybe the Ma-ale-ing meant to call her a "woman", but he mispronounced the word. At this point she did not know. The only things she knew were she did not want to be blasted and she still needed help for her sister.

"Ma-ale-ing? What the hell is a Ma-ale-ing?" Ray thought. Was this Woe-to-man cursing or mocking him in some way? At this point he did not know, so he shouted, "I am not a Ma-ale-ing, Woe-to-man, I am a male."

"Again he used that word," Lisa thought but she still did not want to be blasted. So she said, "Please 'Male', don't blast me."

Ray groaned. This was not going as he expected, but then he did not know what to really expect in the first place.

Lisa put away her fear. Amy needed help or she would die. "Male, do you have a medical kit with you? My little sister will die if she does not get medical attention quickly, and my own kit was lost in the explosion of my small ship."

Ray could hardly believe that this young Woe-to-man would have the audacity to ask him for help. But as he turned his attention to the little one on the ground, he realized that indeed she was in serious condition. He drew nearer to the Woe-to-man sisters, forgetting his caution for the moment.

"Yes I have a medical kit here, but I have no skill in using it." he said.

Lisa looked up at the Ma-ale-ing and saw concern on his face. Was it even possible that such a creature might have compassion for another? But she had no time now for such questions, Amy needed her help.

"I am a trained medic. Please let me use your kit, and perhaps I can save my sister, Male."

Ray was surprised by her words. He hesitated a moment but then he gave her the precious kit. The Woe-to-man looked at him, smiled and said "Thank you, Male." She did not look threatening when she smiled. The teenager knelt down beside her and watched as Lisa attended to her injured sister, demonstrating surprising skill as she treated her injuries.

Ray caught her scent then. It was the first time he had ever smelled the scent of a Woe-to-man. It was not at all unpleasant. In fact he rather liked the scent of her. Indeed he felt a strange stirring in the crotch of his pants. Oh-oh, perhaps it was some trick designed to catch him off guard.

Ray felt very confused. But in his confusion he remembered his late father's words. He jumped to his feet and once again held his rifle at the ready. Lisa was surprised by his hostile action. The girl looked at the Ma-ale-ing named Male and for the first time she realized that the Ma-ale-ing did not have boobs.

At first she thought that Male had bound his boobs like many of the older ground troopers did. Binding one's boobs made it easier to don the reflective armor the ground troopers wore. But she could not see the telltale strings that the bindings made.

Closely Lisa surveyed the Ma-ale-ing from head to toe. But she stopped when she eyed the creature's crotch. Male had a small budge there. It made her wonder if he had some kind of concealed weapon hidden there.

But why hide a weapon there? It would be terribly uncomfortable to have something in one's panties. No she thought, it could not be a weapon. But if it was not a weapon, what did Male have in his panties?

Ray at this point knew he could no longer kill the small Woe-to-man or the smaller one that she had called "sister". Yet he still did not trust the Woe-to-man. He decided the best thing he could do was to get as far away from her as he could.

"Are you done with the kit, Woe-to-man?" he tried to say sternly, but failed.

Lisa heard Male's voice crackle uncertainly. She smiled and said, "Yes. Thanks to you and your kit, my sister will heal in a day or so."

"Good, give me the kit and I will be off."

Lisa gave Male the kit. He stuffed it into his pack. He hefted the pack over his shoulders, turned and started to walk off. When the strange Ma-ale-ing named Male was a few feet away, Lisa said, "Please Male, stay."

Lisa knew that as much as she wanted the Ma-ale-ing to leave, she needed Male and was sure that he needed her. She knew it would be better if they worked together to try and survive on this strange moon. She did not even know if that was possible, but she knew they had to try.

Ray turned and was about to say "no" but he saw the smile on the small Woe-to-man's face. He remembered her pleasing scent and said, "I will stay, but you will do as I say."

Lisa for now saw no problem with that and said, "Thank you."

"We need to build a shelter and a fire," Ray said.

Both were good ideas and Lisa agreed. Ray did not think the small Woe-to-man posed any threat to him. He removed the power pack from his pulse rifle and stuffed it into his back pocket. He removed the small laser cutter from his back pack.

He surveyed the area and found what he was looking for. He turned to the small Woe-to-man and said, "Those small green trees will make good material for a shelter," pointing to a small clump of trees.

Lisa looked where Male was pointing and saw that the trees were indeed very suitable for building a shelter and so she said, "Yes they will."

"You walk in front of me," Ray said.

Lisa knew it was a prudent measure, and if she was as big as the Ma-ale-ing, she would have done the same, so she agreed. It should be safe to leave little Amy for awhile, as she was still unconscious from the bump on her head that she had suffered in the crash. Lisa started to walk toward the trees.

However now that she had relaxed she felt an urgent need to pee. She turned back to the Ma-ale-ing and said, "Male, I need to take a piss."

"Go ahead," Ray answered.

Lisa, thinking the male was just like her, saw no need for modesty. She pulled her pants and panties down to her ankles, squatted, and started to piss.

Ray saw the Woe-to-man pull down her pants and thought nothing about it, but when she squatted down, he did not know what to think. He tilted his head and saw piss flowing from the Woe-to-man's crotch, but he did not see any cock there. Was it some trick?

Suddenly the fear of the Woe-to-man that he had been taught since the day he was born gripped Ray. He pressed the button on the small laser cutter and a small, bright, narrow, yellow light flowed from the tip of the cutter.

"Stand up!" he shouted.

The tone of Male's voice did not frighten Lisa, it angered her. She turned her head and said, "I will stand up when I am finished and not before!"

"Fine," Ray shouted back. He wondered if he should just blast her and get it over with. But somehow he did not want to do that anymore.

He saw the squatting Woe-to-man finish pissing and then she stood up. Ray gazed in amazement at what was now exposed to him. There between her legs where her cock and balls should be she had only a terrible vertical gash. It looked as though someone had cleft her with an axe. She must have suffered that terrible injury when she was younger, as it didn't appear to have occurred recently.

Now he understood why she had to squat to piss. Pointing to her groin he asked softly, "When did that happen?"

Lisa was confused. What did Male mean? Stamping her foot in anger she asked, "What are you talking about, Male?"

"Your injury. How did you lose your cock and balls? Was it from the blow of an axe?"

"I don't understand. What is a cock and balls? I never heard of such a thing."

Was she deliberating trying to provoke him by pretending not to understand? Exasperated, Ray decided to make it quite clear to her. Besides having watched her pissing he now felt a need to piss himself. Ray un-zipped his pants, reached into his fly and pulled out his cock. He also brought out his ball sack and showed his genitals to the Woe-to-man. Now she would have no excuse for pretending not to understand him.

Lisa was struck speechless by what the Ma-ale-ing now displayed to her. Now she knew what the bulge in the crotch of his pants had been. But what was it that he was showing her now? It looked fleshy like it could be a part of his body but how could that be?

Suddenly a stream of piss erupted from the bulb-like end of his fleshy stick. "Oh my, goodness, he pisses through that thing, and he does it standing up!" she thought. Lisa squatted down to get a better look at the strange thing he had there, and the thing below it that had two lumps in it.

Ray felt rather uncomfortable having the Woe-to-man studying him so closely. But he saw that she was genuinely surprised by the display of his genitals. "Could it be that all Woe-to-mans were like this one? Were they all missing cocks and balls?" He wondered.

Lisa was trying to understand what she was looking at. At a trained medical worker, she was naturally curious about all parts of anatomy. Then she remembered seeing a couple of dogs copulating. The male dog had a long red stick between his hind legs and he shoved it into an opening in the female. The dog hunched at her furiously for awhile. A couple of months later, the bitch dog had a litter of puppies.

It had never occurred to her until this moment that such a procedure might apply to humans, too. It was never necessary to clone animals, because they used this strange procedure to create more of their kind. As understanding dawned in the bright girl's mind, she blushed. She wondered if Male understood what she did now. No, he still appeared to be very confused about the differences between them.

Perhaps it would be better if she kept this revelation to herself, at least for the present. As she thought more about it she realized that sometime in the distant past, a major dispute must have occurred between women and the Ma-ale-ings. How had their ancestors ever allowed it to disintegrate into a global war between them? It did not speak well of them that they had been so stupid, no matter what the provocation had been.

Lisa stood up then smiling as Male finished pissing and put his cock and balls back into his pants. She decided to smooth things over with him. "You have a pretty cock and balls, Male." she said. "As you have seen, I do not have such a thing myself. No girls or women have such things."

Her words confirmed what Ray had suspected, Woe-to-mans were missing this essential equipment. Perhaps it was jealousy about this lack that had caused the devastating war between her kind and his centuries ago. Well she would just have to get along without it, he thought, feeling smugly superior now.

Lisa said, "Look since we are all alone on this moon, just the three of us. Let us try to get along. My name is Lisa and my sister's name is Amy, and I know that your name is Male, right?"

Ray looked down at the inferior Woe-to-man and said, "No, I am a male but my name is Ray."

"Oh I see, Ray. Well then you should also know that I am not a Woe-to-man, I am a girl. But I am beginning to grow into a woman. You see the two small bulges on my chest? They are the beginning of boobs, or breasts. Within a couple of years, I expect them to grow into much larger bulges, or breasts. All women grow such breasts. Did you know that?"

Ray, of course, did not know that. He did see the small bulges through her clothing that Lisa was talking about, but he was curious to see them without her clothes covering them. No, he would not let her know that he was that interested in anything she had. He would wait for some other opportunity to see them.

The boy and girl then proceeded to the stand of small trees and began to cut down what they would need to build a shelter.

To be continued.

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