Perverts 'R' Us

Divided By Hatred - Part 5

By Loki925 ( m/g+, con, sci-fi )

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

Ray finishing reading the 'Sleeper' file and quickly ran outside. "Lisa," he shouted, "How many days have we been here?"

Lisa did not understand Ray's sudden excitement, but in her head she counted the days and answered, "We have been here five days. Why?"

Ray did not answer. He quickly looked up at the sky. As he looked he confirmed what he had just learned from the 'Sleeper' file. Much to his horror the war he thought was over was still going on. While he could not see the large ships he could see the bright flashes of yellow and orange light from their weapons burning high across the far northern sky.

Ray turned to Lisa and said, "Get Amy, the cubs, and the laser cutter. We have to get out of here right away."

Again Lisa asked, "Why?"

"The war is not over---"

"How could that be?" Lisa asked interrupting Ray.

"I just read a file on the computer. It seems that when the Males launched their nuclear rockets they launched an even bigger rocket ship with fifty of the best, most decorated males aboard and an elite general named Roderick Storm."

"Wh---" Lisa said.

This time Ray interrupted Lisa and said, "I figured that if the males launched a sleeper rocket ship the females likely did the same, and sure enough they did. Both rocket ships are in orbit here and they are fighting each other. Look up and you can see the pulse fire from both ships."

Lisa looked up and saw the horrid pulse fire blazing across the sky. She looked back at Ray and said, "They can't hurt us from all the way up there."

"Yes they---."

A huge explosion ripped across the sky. Ray grabbed Lisa and tackled her to the ground. He covered her with his own body. Lisa looked at Ray and said, "Ray, I love playing around with you but don't you think we should wait until later?"

"Huh?" Ray quizzed.

"I said, don't you think we should wait until later."

"No. That's not it. Why aren't we dead?"

"Dead? What do you mean?"

"One of the ships is carrying nukes and you can be sure that if one is, the other is too."

Lisa smiled. Then she said, "Help me get up."

Ray helped Lisa get to her feet. "Ray," she said, "What do you know about nukes?"

"Not that much. But shouldn't the explosion set off the nukes?"

"No Ray, it doesn't work that way. My mother used to work with nukes and she told me the only way you could set one off was to trigger it."

It was then that the sonic boom from the explosion half a continent away finally reached the camp site. Amy who was playing with the cubs sprang up and ran to Ray. She threw her small arms around his waist. Ray could see that Amy was very frightened so he lifted her up into his arms.

As he held her gently he said, "Don't worry Amy, there is nothing to be afraid of."

Holding onto Ray's neck Amy was no longer afraid. She knew he would protect her. She knew that she loved him as much as she had loved her mother, maybe even more. But it was a different kind of love, a new love, maybe even a better love.

She just wished and giggled to herself as she thought that maybe Ray could have two cocks, one for her and one for her sister.

Lisa was now looking up at the last sparkles of white heat as they dissipated in the far northern sky. She saw something emerging from the huge, black cloud covering a small part of that same sky.

At first she thought it was a large piece of debris, but as it continued to move she knew it could be only one thing. Somehow one of the large ships had managed to survive the explosion and it looked like it was now coming down for a landing.

Fear gripped Lisa. She knew that whichever ship it was the soldiers aboard that ship would destroy what she, Amy, and Ray had built together. She knew that if the ship contained males, Ray would die defending her and Amy. And when Ray was dead, the males would kill her and Amy too.

If the ship contained women, Ray would be killed by the warrior women who saw him as nothing but an enemy soldier. She and Amy would once again become Woe-to-mans. She would rather die fighting her own kind by Ray's side than let that happen. But she knew she also had her little sister to consider.

Lisa turned around and saw Ray and Amy smooching with each other. She did not mind sharing Ray's affection with her sister. But when it came to sharing Ray's lovely cock, sometimes Amy could be a little piglet.

Lisa knew that Ray to his credit made sure each one of them shared him equally. Just thinking about Ray's cock made her feel the now familiar warm moistness between her legs. But there was no time for that now.

She said, "Ray the other ship, I think it's going to land."

Ray stopped kissing Amy and looked up. He saw the ship now fully emerged from the dissipating black cloud. The ship was much larger than he thought it would be.

Before Ray could even think about what to do Amy asked him, "Ray, where did that ship come from?" Amy asked even though she knew it could only have come from one place. But at this point she was unwilling to admit such a thing to herself. Even at her young age, she knew that it spelled disaster.

Ray was still thinking about what to do. He knew from the slow descent of the large ship that it was going to land very near where he had landed his pod. The clearing there and the one where Lisa and Amy's ship had landed were the only two suitable places on this land mass where one could safely land a ship.

The rest of the land mass was covered with forest, rolling stands of trees, some smaller clearings and several rocky out-croppings. But Ray knew with the ship being so large it would have an extremely difficult time landing in the clearing where his now stripped-out escape pod was.

He saw that difficult landing as the only chance he would have to kill the occupants of the ship. He had already killed a large cat to save Amy's life and another one to save his own life. He no longer had a problem with burning some trooper in the fused light of his pulse rifle.

He had already set his mind on seeing the occupants of the ships whether they were male or female no longer as human beings but as predators, beasts that had to be destroyed before they destroyed him and his loved ones.

He was a true soldier now, a true protector of his small country of three persons. He would eradicate anything that threatened his home and his family. He put Amy down and said, "Don't worry Amy, it's a derelict, a leftover ship from the war."

He smiled and putting up a good front he asked, "Amy, how would you like some deer stew for dinner?"

Amy could sense something was wrong so she answered hesitantly, "Okay I guess."

Knowing full well where it was Ray asked, "Now where is my rifle?"

"It's over there," Amy answered and pointed to it.

"Thanks Amy." Ray went to get the rifle.

Ray picked up the rifle and said, "Now don't you girls worry. I will be back as soon as I can."

Lisa watched as Ray started to walk away from the camp. She couldn't do it; she could not let him go alone. If he was to die she would die by his side. After all they were equals in this new world, and being equals they should share whatever difficulties came their way.

She was not afraid of death. She knew that some day she would die. Why not now? Why not die for equality. Equality meant she would live her life by her own will and not by the will of another, and equality meant she had to fight for that principle no matter what.

Blocking any fear she may have felt she shouted, "Ray, stop!"

Ray stopped and turned around. He could tell just by one look at Lisa's determined face that she saw through his thin subterfuge. But he continued his little act and said, "Did I forget something?"

"Ray I know where you're going, so you can stop the charade."

"Charade? What does that mean?" Amy questioned.

"It means Ray is not telling us the truth."

"Are you lying, Ray? My mother said it was not good to tell lies." Amy said.

"Well---."

"Ray," Lisa said interrupting him, "Tell her the truth. She deserves to know."

Ray paused not knowing quite how to tell seven-year-old Amy that all of them could be dead in a matter of hours or at the most a matter of days.

He decided and said, "Amy, the ship up there will land soon. On the ship there are about fifty Ma-ale-ings or fifty Woe-to-mans. When the ship lands they will find us and one of us or all of us will die. I am going to wait for the ship to land and while the occupants of the ship are still disoriented I am going to attack them."

Amy felt fear; more fear than she had ever known, but she boldly said, "Ray if you're going to fight, then so am I."

"But---."

"Ray," Lisa said interrupting him, "There are no buts! We will fight together Ray, that's what equals do."

"We only have one pulse rifle. What will you girls use to fight with?"

"This," Lisa answered as she turned on the laser cutter.

"And I can fight with these," Amy said and showed Ray several rocks she was holding in her small hands.

"Rocks?"

"Yeah. I can hit a tin can fifty feet away. Watch," Any said. She threw one of the rocks at a nearby tree, hitting it dead center.

Ray was shocked at the velocity and accuracy of Amy's toss. He knew that only about half of the seven-year-old boys he used to know could do what she had just done. And he had not been one of them. Clearly the Woe-to-mans trained their children well.

While he was concerned about the safety of the girls Ray realized that if they were determined to fight too they had every right to do so. Their chances of winning were better the more fire power they could muster, even if it was only rocks.

"Well then brave soldiers, let's go. I have a good idea where they will land and we will be ready and waiting to ambush them." and so the three of them set off to do battle with the two cubs trailing along behind them. The young cats were natural born hunter-killers, even if so far their victims had been only mice and rats.

Ray had already calculated the landing trajectory of the large ship. He had been first in his class and in two more years he would have been flying a combat jet. But that seemed a long time ago. He now saw the war he would have fought in as being beyond insanity.

For 300 years neither side had gained an inch of ground. All they had done was slowly bleed each other to death, squandering lives and every scrap of natural resources the planet had to offer.

But the madness of a now dead planet no longer concerned Ray. He had to keep his mind on the task ahead. He would try and protect the girls as best he could. He figured that most likely all three of them would be dead not long after the battle was engaged but no, he would not allow himself such negative thoughts.

As they neared the clearing Ray saw the large rock he had climbed upon only five short days ago to get a better bearing as to where Lisa's pod had landed. The rock was about 150 yards away from the clearing and it would be a perfect place to hide behind while the large ship plowed into the dirt and grass in the clearing.

Ray looked at the large ship and he guessed that in about ten minutes it would land. But he noticed that the ship was coming down much faster than it should be. He did not have to wonder why. He could see that the ship's retractable wings had not extended.

Good he thought, that would make the landing that much harder. He tried to get a better view of the sides of the ships but the ship was too close. All he could see was the front of the ship and the pilot's section.

He and the girls reached the large rock. They huddled behind it and waited. As they waited Ray could see that the girls were afraid but they were trying hard not to show it. So was he.

But as he looked at the cubs that were crouched down readying themselves for the hunters' pounce he smiled, breaking his fear. The young cats sensed that they were on a hunt with their pride and they were instinctively prepared to do their part.

Then Ray heard the first scream of metal hitting dirt and rock. The armored alloy of the ship groaned deeply as if it was in pain. Dirt flew over the rock pelting him, the girls, and the cubs.

The cubs shook the dirt off and went back to their hunters' crouch. Ray waited and when he heard the small clank of metal hitting metal he knew the ship had hit his pod and was far enough away.

"Now!" He shouted and got up, rifle at the ready.

Lisa screamed like a demented banshee. Her scream was echoed by Amy's scream and the cubs let out a small meowing sound as they tried to growl. Together they hurried aside the large gouged out path the ship had created. Just ahead of them they saw the ship still moving, the metal of the ship crying out loudly.

With a huge thud and one final screech the ship plowed into several tall trees. Two of the trees snapped, fell forward, and the ship settled into its final resting place. As the small troop of fear-suppressed, young child warriors continued toward the ship, Ray noticed the ship's braking parachutes had not deployed.

More good fortune Ray thought, as he held his rifle ready to destroy the beasts. Ray's plan was to approach the ship from the rear, then slowly walk past the cargo compartment door and up to the crew compartment door.

The crew compartment door was smaller and only one person at a time could exit that door. He and the girls would then wait for the crew to attempt to disembark and that was when he planned to open fire.

Ray figured that at most he would destroy four or five of the beasts before they closed the door and turned their attention to the much larger cargo compartment doors. Ray knew that when those doors opened he would no longer be facing the fire power of only one beast, but fire power of all the beasts.

The only chance he and the girls really had would be if the hard landing had incapacitated most of the monsters. Ray and the girls followed by the cubs passed the tail section. As they neared the cargo compartment Ray saw the reason why the retractable wings had not extended.

Where the wings and the crew compartment were supposed to be was a huge ten foot wide gaping hole. The hole extended all the way to the pilot's section. Ray breathed a small sigh of relief. He knew that nothing in that compartment could have survived. He also knew that the cargo compartment was un-pressurized and had no life support system.

All he and the girls now had to deal with was the pilot, the copilot, the weapons operator, and one or two more beasts at the most. Nervously, but on guard, Ray, the girls, and the cubs entered the ship through the gaping hole.

The crew compartment was supposed to have two decks, but all that was left was the blackened bare metal of the ship's hull. The darkened compartment was dimly lit by the overhead emergency lighting.

Just ahead Ray could see the hatch that led to the pilot's section. The small troop made their way to the hatch. When they reached the door Ray pressed the button and the door opened.

When the hatch opened there slumped on the stairway leading up to the pilot's section was a body. Ray knew from the body's lack of facial hair and obvious strapped down boobs that it was a female. He noticed then that she was still breathing, apparently having only been knocked unconscious.

Other than that Ray had no idea who she was. But Lisa and Amy recognized her right away. She was Freya, hero to the Woe-to-mans and goddess of death. She was credited with killing more than 500 Ma-ale-ings. No doubt she had been the commander of the ship.

Amy had idolized her and wanted to be just like her. But now as she looked at her former heroine, she felt nothing but contempt. "Stupid Woe-to-man," Amy exclaimed. Boldly she stepped forward and took the pulse pistol from Freya's belt. Amy no longer had to rely on throwing rocks.

"Girls, watch her while I go check on the pilot," Ray said.

Lisa nodded as she trained her laser cutter on the unconscious commander. But Amy said, "You don't need both of us doing that. Let me come with you Ray and back you up with my pulse pistol. They may be waiting for you up there."

Amy always felt more secure by Ray's side. Her boldness always shined better when she was by his side. Ray smiled at the brave little girl and nodded. Then he walked up the stairs. It was the Woe-to-man's ship that had survived the battle in the sky. It had been so badly damaged that it was a wonder it had been able to land at all. Only a skilled pilot could have managed to land it in one piece. As a pilot himself, Ray felt a grudging admiration for the enemy pilot.

When Ray reached the top of the stairs, he saw the pilot was obviously dead, impaled by a large chunk of steel that ran through her chest and out the back of her seat. The young copilot must have landed the ship, even though she was injured. She had a small chunk of metal imbedded in her shoulder.

She was conscious, but dazed by the impact of the landing. She was surprised to see young Amy training her pistol on her as she made sure the copilot had no weapons on her. Whatever was this young girl doing, armed and in the company of a hated Ma-ale-ing warrior? She wondered.

The weapons operator and what looked like a young trooper had their legs pinned under the toppled over weapons panel. Ray picked up the trooper's pulse rifle and removed her combat belt. He checked her for other hidden weapons. But as he patted her body, he could not help but think that some day Lisa and Amy would look physically much like the young trooper. She was quite pretty he decided.

Then he moved on to check the weapons operator too. Both of them had been knocked unconscious, but they did not appear to be seriously injured. Lisa would be able to determine that better than he could though. He managed to lift the weapons panel and free the two of them, but he secured their arms so they would not give him any trouble when they came to.

It dawned on Ray then. Against all odds they had won the battle! He and his small troop of two young girls and two young wild cats had prevailed over this enemy warship! He relaxed. He did not know what to expect from his former enemy. Should he continue to think of them as beast or as just women?

He was lost in that thought when he heard Lisa call up to him. "Ray, is everything okay?"

"Yes Lisa," he answered, "Everything is fine. We will be down in a minute, but there are three people up here who will need your help."

"Ray, we don't have the medical kit with us."

"Don't worry, in the cargo hold there is enough medical equipment for a small hospital."

"Okay I'll go and get it," Lisa said. Amy hurried down the stairs to relieve Lisa and keep an eye on Commander Freya.

Ray replied, "All right. Lisa, there should be a manifest on the other side of the door."

"Okay," Lisa said and started toward the cargo bay.

Ray made a second check of the pilot and copilot just to be sure that Amy had not missed anything as he looked around for any weapons. Amy had done well though. The young copilot looked at him with horror, expecting the Ma-ale-ing to kill her. She only hoped he would not torture her first.

Instead Ray smiled at her reassuringly and said, "You are a very good pilot. Not many would have been able to land your damaged ship. Lisa is a trained medic. She will be here soon and will treat your injured shoulder. No one is going to hurt you; you are going to be fine." Satisfied, Ray went back downstairs and waited with Amy for Lisa to return.

As Lisa entered the cargo bay she noticed that the only thing in the compartment that might be out of place was a plastic envelope with a small blue binder in it. She bent over, picked up the envelope and removed the binder. The heading on the top of the binder read, "Cargo manifest."

Lisa glanced through the manifest, delighted to see that she would now have ample medical supplies. Then she gathered what she would need for now. She hurried back to the pilot's section to treat her three patients.

As she hurried back, she was pleased that she, her sister, and Ray did not have to kill any one. Maybe she thought when these females saw how well her new family got along together they to would see Ray as she saw him.

From the very first moment she met Ray, she knew he was not like any Ma-ale-ing she ever heard about. If he was, she and her sister would have been ashes long before she ever knew he was there.

Meanwhile Freya, whose only injury was to her pride and a small lump on her head, opened her eyes. She started to raise herself up when she heard, "Don't move."

The voice sounded like a Ma-ale-ing, a very young one but that was impossible. They should all be dead now. She had cleverly ordered the pilot to steer the ship into point blank range of the Ma-ale-ing ship's pulse cannons. It was a target they could not resist.

She knew the cannons would rip a large hole in the crew compartment of her own ship and kill everybody in it. But as the pulse canons melted the composite armor, the feedback and extra heat of the metal melting would overload the Ma-ale-ings' pulse cannons. They would explode and destroy the Ma-ale-ings' ship.

No price was too great to pay to kill all of the hated Ma-ale-ings. "I won the war!" Freya thought even as she was knocked unconscious by the huge blast. But as she regained consciousness somehow one of the Ma-ale-ings had survived. She reached for her pulse pistol, but it was missing.

She looked up and saw Ray with his pulse rifle pointing straight at her. She started to assess his demeanor looking for any weakness. But then she saw Amy with her two hands wrapped around her pulse pistol. She could tell from the length of Amy's blond hair that she was a girl, a very nervous little girl.

She could use that to her advantage. "Girl," she shouted in a commanding voice filled with hate, "Kill that slimy Ma-ale-ing!"

If Amy had anything in her bladder she would have pissed her pants, but her bladder was already empty having pissed a short twenty minutes ago. She glanced at Ray. She saw his grim determination, his finger steady on the trigger of his pulse rifle, and to her he looked like a rock.

If Amy was a grizzled veteran like Freya she would have seen through Ray's pretended steadiness. But she was a seven-year-old girl, a girl who Freya saw as the weakest link in the chain - a girl who now drew from Ray's rock steadiness and became the strongest link in the chain.

"No! Stupid Woe-to-man!" Amy said defiantly.

"Girl, I could have you burned to ashes for disobeying me," Freya snarled and started to stand up. But she was met by a short burst of pulse fire right between her legs. The fire burned a small hole in the metal step just below her.

Freya had expected the Ma-ale-ing to fire first but he had not. The pulse fire had come from Amy's pistol. She was shocked. Then she heard Ray say, "The next one will burn a hole in your chest big enough to drive a truck through."

Freya looked back at Ray and saw nothing but death in his eyes. She knew he meant what he said. If only she had looked deeper a few seconds ago she would have seen his momentary weakness, a weakness she could have exploited but now it was too late.

Ray drew strength from Amy's defiance and he was now more than ready to burn this beast to ashes. He, Amy, and Lisa were now an unbreakable chain no longer divided, but united. The cubs sensing danger to their pride began to snarl and hiss at the stranger becoming part of the chain.

Freya was amazed to see a young girl like Amy allied with this evil young Ma-ale-ing warrior. Even more amazing was that they had two young hunter-killer cats allied with them. How had they tamed such cats? What magic was this? She could only wonder.

To be continued.

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