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My unit was taken off active duty after the Narlim rescue mission. The fleet wanted time to plan our rescue mission, time to figure out where we were actually going to conduct the rescue mission, and there was probably counseling or something involved. It sounded like they were going to drag their feet until it was too late. The pirates already had a two week lead.

I was using my time off to discover the angstier music in Earth history. My latest discovery was a band called Linkin Park. They were apparently quite popular back in the day, they even had a song featured in a movie about giant robots. A piano played in my room, drums started beating, then guitars joined the mix. It was weird to hear a rock sound with a regular piano.

"In this fair world, there's no blood, there's no allibi. Cause I've drone regret, from the truth, of a thousand lies. So let mercy come, and wash away what I've done! I'll face myself, to cross out what I've become, erase myself, and let go of what I've done!" They probably never meant for a space faring, giant wolf to relate to their songs, but I did. I wanted to go back and fix those mistakes, to cross out what I'd done. Starting over wouldn't be bad at this point.

If I'd kept my armor on. If I'd been more watchful. If I'd been faster. Maybe I could have brought down the pirate ship before they got away. I gave them the chance to light up the hills, to fire on the drop ship, to get away. It was all one string of dominoes, a perfectly timed attack. We shouldn't have let our guard down. Rescue mission or not. We shouldn't have been there without support.

My terminal chirped, an alert flashed on screen and the music faded out. Can't I wallow in anger, depression, and misery in peace? It spelled out: "Report to Briefing." At least the fleet was being productive, right?

Things were different in the briefing room. The hologram projectors filled the room with our commander AND my squad in the seats around me. Normally briefings were done separately or through a simultaneous broadcast. It was weird to look over at the humans. We needed to be on the same page, but that usually didn't mean seeing each other.

"I won't beat around the bush," the commander said, "that last mission could have gone better. And now we have a bigger problem out there, the possibility of giants siding with the pirates." His screen lit up with footage of the giant I had started to fight. "Everything you hear from this point forward is classified beyond top secret." He paused to let that sink in.

"We're going to be striking back," the commander said, we all cheered until he glared at us to shut up. "For the next several weeks, each of you will be undergoing counseling AND training. You will be our prototype for a new type of unit. A team of giants and humans, specializing in hunting other mechanized giants." He let that sink in too. "Your training will consist of tighter integration. You will work with Soren, every tactic we can think of. You typically call him in for the big stuff, and we're doing away with that. You need to be able to attack a giant head on, you need to be able to operate without ships, and you need to operate fast. Likewise Soren, you will be getting more hands on with the squad. We will be deploying new equipment optimized for this class of mission." He clicked and the screen lit up with a new mech suit for me, new armor for the humans. My suit would have areas for the humans to take cover, magnetic holds, and so on. Their suits would feature much more powerful jet packs to better handle the heights and scaling giants. It flicked over and there were new weapons, explosives to plant on someone and take them out.

Another click, and now we were looking at a ship on screen. "You have eight weeks to complete your training and pass your psych testing, at that time, the NSC Pillar of Justice will rendezvous with the Dawn. You will transfer to the Justice for the duration of your mission to rescue Lucky and our other captured units."

The Pillar of Justice was a leaner ship. The Dawn was a MASSIVE ship. It was more of a troop transport, carrier, and battleship rolled into one. We didn't pull punches, and really the pirates never dared take this ship in a space battle. The Justice on the other hand was a fast attack ship. It didn't have a large support crew. It had a small crew, big guns, and an oversized engine. There were no luxuries, it looked small and weak on the outside, but that's because the entire inside was pure firepower. It was designed to drop in on the enemy and light them up, dodge their fire, and leave whenever it damnwell pleased.

"A number of other specialists will be boarding to help you develop tactics and coordination," the commander added, "you will address all your questions to them. Training will commence at 0500 tomorrow in the giants' training area. You have some homework waiting for you at your terminals." And that quick, the holograms blinked out.

That was honestly a lot of information in a very short span of time. Eight wings to undo years of training. Typically the humans pointed me at something and stayed out of the way. No more of that.

The next day, morning came entirely too early. I'd been sleeping in a bit while pulled from deployment. The others were equally bleary eyed. The humans stood on a table in their mech armor. My own armor had gone missing. I stood by the table, dressed in nothing more than my shorts, a stark contrast to the humans. The room was configured with a mix of obstacles and targets. We had drones to shoot at, the usual silhouettes, and bits of buildings and fake terrain to deal with. I felt ready to just collapse on the floor and take a nap just looking at this place.

Bare paws padded softly at the ground. My flicked a moment, tracking, and then I turned to see a nearly naked vixen with an armored human sitting on her muzzle. If the goal was to be distracting, they'd exceeded that.

"I'm Dr. Berg, and this is Sergeant Smith," the vixen said, "we'll be your trainers for the new equipment and tactics. We'll build up from fundamental blocks to assess combined movement and attacks, as well as how to handle close exposure to us if you're ever in a compromising position." She smiled at that, this wasn't going to be a straight forward class. Smith leapt from her nose down to the table using his jetpack. "Today we'll be addressing movement and communication. Sorren can cover ground fast, you need to work together to keep up. At the same time, you need ways to communicate non-verbally. We expect your adversaries to have jamming equipment, we expect your suits to be damaged. Let's get started."

Dr. Berg tapped a panel and some music started playing low, "a little distraction for everyone to help pass the time." It was a band I hadn't heard before.

"So you found out today your life's not the same, not quite as perfect as it was yesterday, but when you just getting in the groove, now your faced with something new, and I know it hurts and I know you feel torn, but you never gave up this easily before," played through the speakers, the screen on her panel read out No Giving Up. It felt about right. It played in the background while she shouted orders to us.

"You have thirty seconds, cross the room, now," Berg ordered. I wasted no time and bolted. I made it across and the squad had just reached the ground. "Sorren, did your squad make it?"

I glanced back and started to return to the table. "Ah... right.. You didn't say to grab them and go," I said, though it was pretty clear what she wanted, the whole team. I just never had to worry about them quite like that.

My paws thumped to the floor by the table, Smith had followed my squad, perhaps their supervisor. The team retreated as my toes landed near them. Smith didn't. "Again," Berg ordered, "bring your team this time. NOW."

I crouched down and moved to get them as fast as I could. My palm angled, I helped them up before scrambling across the room. We didn't make it in time.

"You can't do anything for your team," Berg said, "they will have to get on you." She looked down, "you have jetpacks, do you not?" There was a pause, "cross the room, now!"

This time I didn't bend over. The team reluctantly leapt up to my paws. They were holding onto strands of fur while I was careful not to run too fast to get acros. It was a wild ride for them, G-forces riding up and free fall coming down. If I moved too fast, they'd probably get launched clear across the room. That was something to keep in mind, a possible strategy if we needed it.

That run, we were just over our thirty second mandate. I'll take it. It was progress. We just had a lot of ground to cover.

Throughout the day, we worked on teaching the humans to climb me, signalling them to jump and for me to pick them up. Our vocabulary was basic, but we were expanding it. I used hand gestures and they had lasers they could shine at my eyes. Their lasers were color coded and harmless at my scale. It was largely enough to signal pick up, stop, carry, jump down, jump up, and some other bits and pieces.

To help them practice with the new jetpacks, I got to basically juggle them. I would raise and lower a hand, sometimes twist around and kick up with a paw. The humans would have to control a descent, rocket up, and manage a landing on a moving target without coming in too hard or fast. Bill cursed a hell of a lot.

Midway through, Smith disabled their jetpacks. Chris was in the air, I had to move fast to grab her. Blondie managed to latch onto me with a grappling hook and swing. She yelled out, "wahooo!" as she swung along under my elbow. Bill was once again, less than pleased. I had to catch him on my paw. My pads were broad and soft at least, good for landing on really. For this next stage, they had their wits and the grapples in their suits.

Our last exercise of the day was a hell of a challenge. I had to get them passed Dr. Berg, and she didn't tell us how. If we tried to talk aloud and plan, she always heard us and thwarted the plan. We were going to have to do it blind. At least Smith reenabled their jetpacks.

The team was on the ground by my paws, the clock was ticking. I signalled a jump and they used their jets to shoot up. I swiped them out of the air as carefully as I could and began to charge on Berg's position. She was inside a house and able to fire on me if I tried to go around. This next part I didn't have time to warn the team about. We were approaching the house, I jumped against the front wall and hurled the team over the top. They were on their way with some good hang time.

I dropped down from the wall and kicked in through a shuttered window. Berg was there to stop me, BUT this time I didn't have to worry about her getting the team. I had to get through her fast. Hand to hand wasn't my thing, but brute strength was. I dove forward, she couldn't slip aside fast enough. My bulk hit her like a freight train, launching her back. I recovered and burst out the back, for the team to land on my head.

While the team celebrated between my ears, I panted to catch my breath. That had all been one fast, breathless charge. It worked, we just needed a way for me to say I'm going to throw you.

Berg smiled as she stepped out. "I think that's good enough for today," she said, "tomorrow we'll switch to tactical, your squad will need to take me down without you touching me. You should all study up. Dismissed."

I moved by the table and let the squad down, "well, I think I'm going to go relax," I said, "or get lunch."

While I moved towards the mess hall, my squad headed for the smaller parts of the ship. It was a bit of an adventure, Bill leading them over the edge of table and on the long walk. Smith trailed a good distance behind them.

"Well, that wasn't so bad," Junior said, "I thought they were gonna make us take off our suits or something, relive the island."

"You can relive shit," Blondie said, "we never got hooked on him like that."

"You know what I mean," he said, "we DID get to see the lemurs on their rampage."

Chris smirked, "well, I think he's kinda hot, so it'll be fun when we do that bit."

"Just the sooner we can get this over with, the sooner we get back out there," Bill said, he was grizzled and old. He wasn't likely to look forward to the sexual parts of training.

"Chill Bill," Chris said, "maybe you'll like it."

"Maybe you'll trade that rifle in for a shovel," Bill answered, enough to shut them all up.

They reached the doors back to the human sections of the ship, but they refused to open. One by one they tried. Junior, Chris, Blondie, and finally Bill. The old sergeant knocked with all the delicacy of an ironworker with a sledge hammer. First his keycode and then his boot slammed into the door.

Smith came up behind them, "you didn't read all your homework," he said, "for the duration of training, you'll be bunking with Soren. We've already moved your stuff."

Bill hung his head in defeat.

I didn't know about my house guests either. I grabbed a dinner tray and returned to my room. There was a hell of a surprise waiting for me inside. Alice was sitting there, right atop my terminal. I almost dropped my lunch. "Alice!?" I said, startled. I hurried to sit my tray down and sit by her.

"What're you doing here?" I asked, we were DAYS out from her little tropical home. And she wasn't part of the Navy. It's not that I didn't want to see her, it was just out of the blue.

"The Navy wanted an expert in exposure to giants, and I was the closest person," she said, "plus I am a bit of an expert in our main subject." We had gotten more familiar with each other and any shyness we once had was long gone now.

I leaned back in my seat, lifting a hefty paw to my desk before setting it down by her. The terminal desk shook as the paw settled in. "Oh? An expert in cuddling toes?" I teased her, "I did manage to get some toys to trample."

"Oh? You got toys!?" It was Chris yelling up behind me.

How the fuck had they gotten in here!? I stumbled out of my leaned back chair, taken by surprise. Heavy paws thumped down, the ground quaking before I managed to steer myself to crash into my bed. There was a little doorway for humans, but why were they here?

"Yes, MY toys," I said, sitting up and glaring down, "what's with the invasion?"

Alice smiled from the desk, "well, we're all having a bit of a sleepover," she said, "the Navy wants all of you to be used to close contact and the side effects of it. We'll be bunking together til' you leave."

"H-hey, no, I want SOME privacy," I protested from my bed. "You know, me-time."

"You didn't have a problem getting that with the Lemurs," Bill said, "so I think this'll be fine." He looked around, "where's my shit?"

"We made a little camp for you in the drawer over here," Alice said, she leaned over the edge to point. Then looked up to me, "don't worry, I'm sure we'll have fun. Just wait til' they're out of their suits, they can join us." Bill and Junior rapidly made themselves scarce.

Chris smiled, "so, what're these toys?" she asked, looking up at me and Alice.

"Oh, stuff for power play," Alice said, "cars, ships, things for him to crush and push around." She sat there, kicking her legs over the edge. "Maybe we'll all end up toys for a lupine god~"

I grumbled from my spot on the bed. Well, at least I'd get to tease them back once basic biology asserted itself. They couldn't stay in their armor all night.

Chris and Blondie smiled to each other. They liked to tease the boys, but normally that didn't have any real consequences. "Oh, let us slip into something more.. Exciting," Blondie yelled up, they followed after Bill.

While they were gone, I looked over at Alice. "Was this all your idea?" I asked, not sure if I should withhold all lewdness from her or not. She could've at least WARNED me. The navy never would, but she could've.

"Not intentionally!" she said, "I said it'd be better to do this casually... You know, better to do it, having fun, than be expected to strip in front of a room of people or something." That made things a little better.

"Yoo-hoo~" Chris said from below, I glanced over, they were both nearly naked. It was lingerie of some form. Admittedly, it didn't matter to me, I couldn't see them well enough to care if they were dressed or not.

"We're here for that big wolf-god to play with~" Blondie said, coming up behind her. They tried to sway their hips seductively.

I blinked, "Uh-huh, you girls want the whole treatment, huh?" I asked, "everything I'd do with Alice?" Though it had been a good while since me and Alice had any fun together.

"Oh, how wild can it be?" Chris said, "you're just like any other boy, cute little paws and bragging about your giant tool~"

"Well, if you want," I said, then moved to slip out of bed. My steps were soft at first while I slipped my boxers down and let them crash to the ground in front of them. The soft cloth hit the ground and created a small gust that sent them tumbling back. My scent washed over them, it wouldn't take long for it to start affecting them.

The deck boomed when I stepped closer, my paws crashing to either side of them. "Well, since you want the wolf god, I think we'll call you little worshippers, or maybe you'll be my toys, trapped at my feet." Before they could say a word, my foot swept aside, easily bowling them over.

The girls both squirmed, I felt them pressing up at my pad. It was a tight, narrow space. They had nowhere they could go while my foot hovered just barely above them. Gently I pressed down, it was just enough that they couldn't even squirm now. Heat was pouring off me, the space growing a little damp with the lack of ventilation. "I guess they're cute, but I think the paws are pretty big," I said, "thanks to Alice, I do like the idea of having you little humans under them."

Slowly, I slid my paw back, catching them on the edge of my toes before curling the digits, squeezing them into my main pad. They were caught, giving me a chance to get settled on my bed. "Me and Alice played a game our first time, she had to escape my paws. We had a wager, I think if you two can escape, I'll do a lewd act of your choice, in this room. And if not, you're sleeping wherever I want. Maybe in my bed, and maybe at my paws. Or even somewhere a little sexier."

I stretched out and pressed my paws together before relaxing my toes, giving them a chance to breathe and answer. This first demonstration certainly seemed to be getting them to realize the scope of their challenge. "W-what?" Chris yelled up, "that's not fair!"

"Well, fair never was part of the equation," I said, then flexed my toes a little, briefly pinning them again. "I'm bigger, faster, and stronger than you." I leaned over to extract one of my toys, it was a scrapped light cargo ship.

They watched, unsure of what I meant to do with it. In their minds, it was something big, powerful, a useful tool. Maybe I'd try to fly it by remote or something. It still had engine pods, though there were some holes in the hull, it's reactor core removed for safety.

I slipped the toy between two of my toes in the paw across from them. They had an excellent view of the multi-ton ship resting on the soft fur between those digits. Slowly the towering structures of my toes curled together on that other paw. Loud crumples emerged from the ship, its metal frame bowing under the pressure. Hull plates screeched and ground against each other. The bridge of the ship was soon all they could see, sticking out from the fur, before it fell off, crimped from the rest of the vessel. When my toes relaxed, a thin sheet of steel, curved to the contours of my toe fell free to crash to the deck.

The girls stared at the ship crashing to the ground, destroyed. In the background, Junior watched on, seeming to like what he saw. He didn't know why and I didn't notice him, but he had a lot of internal questions to tackle after that show. For him, it wasn't even the ship, it was just the act of dominance and maybe a little voyeurism.

Admittedly, I was enjoying myself too. Day to day I took orders and did a good job. It was nice to actually be the guy in charge. And it was fun to crush stuff, there was something satisfying about the way the metal crumpled against me. I'm sure there's humans who enjoy crushing cans too. Above them and out of sight, my length slowly stretched from my sheath.

"Objectively speaking, girls," I said, "your ships are insects, the power difference here always is gonna be wolf god and his bugs. It's just I don't act on it out there." I kicked the ship aside. "In here though, as long as you wanna have the sexy fun me and Alice have, you know where you are, powerless creatures at the feet of their god~"

Chris and Blondie looked to each other, then up at Alice, back to me. They were talking among themselves and I did my best to ignore it. My scents were already starting to have an effect, BUT it was still in the early stages. It was just a buzz compared to what was coming.

"I... I need to think," Blondie said, though Junior was walking up from the background. He was down to just his boxers, the sexiest thing he had. "It uh.. Is a little scary." Maybe it was the notion that she'd lose herself in the drunken high. Maybe it was coming face to face with something dangerous. Any other danger she experienced, she could shoot at or break. That wasn't really feasible here. At least she had a taste of exposure now.

I gave a nod and shifted to let Blondie slip down. Junior climbed up to take her place. "I'll try it," the little guy said. "J-just be gentle."

"Alright, are you gonna take the same bet Blondie had?" I asked, now starting to lift them both, stretching my legs out straight from the edge of my bed.

"I was.. Gonna surrender," Chris said, "I'll share the bed."

Junior blushed, "S-same.. We'll surrender to our wolf god."

"Mmm, surrender," I said aloud, "maybe I'll have you as my captives, put little collars on you and all."

Alice was squirming on the table in the distance. She'd have to just enjoy the show. The two little ones at my feet blushed a little. Still, they didn't answer, didn't try to shoot down the idea. Maybe it was something for later.

I reached to my toy stash again, but this time I pulled out a familiar latex ring. I gave it a little flip and sent it tumbling through the air in its wrapper. "Well my toys, let's get down to the real fun," I said. They stared at the immense, seemingly alien structure. "Lemme get that for you." I reached down and ripped the packaging open, then held the massive condom by my paw. "Go ahead, climb in. I figure we can get to the main act~"

Junior was the first to move. He shakily stood up from my paw and slid as much as fell down before he bounced slightly on the condom's inner surface. The sheet of plastic was seemingly solid to him. It didn't spring like a trampoline, didn't dimple under his miniscule weight. A moment later, Chris joined in, knocking him over before they started their journey to the bulbous part at the center.

They were only up for a moment before falling down again, the condom ascending quickly towards my cock. There was just one last thing to do. I brought them up to my tip and smiled, "how about a kiss?"

It was enough for both to squirm and blush before approaching. They planted their lips to my sensitive head and gave a kiss. The scents in the air were soon overwhelming though, one kiss became several. They eagerly climbed onto that massive tower. I slipped the condom on over them. Their air supply was a little limited, but this wouldn't take long. Alice had crunched the math for this sort of thing already.

The condom fit loosely over my tip, it gave them some extra room. My fists coiled over my length, eagerly starting to rub against myself. The tower twitched and throbbed as I worked myself up. A few fantasies flashed in my mind, there were naughtier toys to have than the used ships I planned to crush. I wondered how they'd like being trapped inside there.

I rolled onto the bed, laying on my back, my cock pointing up and giving the little humans a great view of my muscles and stretched out form. Not that they had any interest in that right then. Their lust crazed minds were eagerly grinding against me. It only got wilder as I felt that first drop of precum rise out the tip. For the humans, that drop rose well above their heads and began to roll down towards my balls. It created a perfect dividing line, one of them to the left, the other to the right, and now cut off by a small sea of wetness between them.

Their efforts seemed to redouble, at least until the condom tightened up. I was growing harder and might've tugged it down a bit. The top of the condom pressed down to my tip. Junior was held flat by the latex structure. It ground against him a little, shifting up and down with my every movement. He drooled a little, seeming to enjoy this far too much.

Chris got a little aggressive, biting at me while grinding her hips into my side. It startled me a bit, not too painful, just unexpected. I bucked my hips up, shaking her around as I felt the climax coming. I closed my eyes and tried to resist.

On vacation, I'd held out longer, but I was a little pent up now.

A moment passed and I erupted. For the humans trapped in there, it was a volcano. Hot, white, sticky cum shot out, it blasted against the tip of the condom before splashing down and filling the top. The rubber stretched a little as I pumped it full. My hips bucked, the cock throbbed and twitched. There was a miniature storm at sea for my little humans. Waves rose up and blasted them around the vast end of my dick.

For my part, I panted, laying there and enjoying it for just a moment. A breather and I glanced down, the humans were swimming in my tip. Some of the gum was starting to drain down in spots around my cock. Slowly I leaned over onto my side, letting them slosh around until my cock was above them. Gently I tugged it down and off. A narrow stream of cum drizzled from my cock to the floor. I'd have to clean up later.

"Enjoy the ride?" I asked, my breath and voice booming into the condom. The humans just floated there in the bottom. It took me a moment to reach a claw tip down and fish them out. They were both soaked and looking a little spent.

Just as I'd done with Alice, I carried them to the bathroom and rinsed them off. They sputtered some before sitting up, still thoroughly bathed in the scents and pheromones, BUT at least they were roused from their trance-like depths of pleasure and regaining some sense of coherence.

"Mmm, why don't you little toys lounge on my paws while I have dinner," I said, my tray was still sitting out there, abandoned. "I'm sure you won't get quite as high down there~"

The two blushed, but seemed all too eager still to be around me. Poor Alice had to watch the whole show without being involved. I lowered the little humans to my paws and smiled over at the table. "With a look like that, you're gonna make me think you have a thing just for watching," I teased.

Alice stammered a moment, "It...it's just hot, ok?"

"Mmm, maybe you'll have to watch me just crush a whole bunch of my toys tomorrow, maybe I'll have some little humans running from the horny giant," I teased, "I do have a LOT of things to play with."

The rest of the night passed without too much incident. My little humans spent the night at my feet and Alice snuggled into my chest when I slept. Blondie and Bill were the only ones in their little encampment. No one complained about my music or anything, they remembered that last flight in my pod: my pod my rules. My room my rules.

In the morning, I carried the squad over for our next class. Berg smiled, seeming to know at least SOME of what transpired after class. "For today's class, you have only one objective: to take me down. You have been given a number of training weapons, should any of them sound off, you've gotten me."

Spread out on the table, there were a variety of weapons. They had guns, darts, missiles, and some significant looking explosives. "Your guns will be pretty useless, but the darts might penetrate at a joint. The missiles will melt armor, and the explosives will probably destroy whatever's under them on the enemy's armor. We've had to update Sorren's armor to survive them. As I said yesterday, Sorren, you may do anything BUT take me down. Hand to hand is allowed. No guns for you. I however..." She reached over for a training gun. "Aim to have a good time."

We already spoiled probably out best strategy of throwing someone. I signalled for the squad to climb on. "Can we at least get you to hide in the training area? This'd be more realistic with a LITTLE cover. Especially if we fight in a ship."

Berg smirked, "I suppose just this once," she said, "attack when you're ready."

This would have been easier if we could safely plan. I hated this bit. More hand signals. I had to learn the human's field guide, something I was working on studying. A round shape with my fingers, triangle movement, and point. A sort of finger gun shape to indicate Junior should go. We needed recon and the tiny humans were great for stealth.

Junior begrudgingly made his way to my hand and one gentle toss later, he was hovering over the training area on a slow descent. Color flashed in my eyes. Their way of communicating with me still wasn't too advanced. He wanted me to come forward and circle a building. Well, nothing but to do it.

Up to the building and AGH. Fuck. that hurt.

Something struck me from behind. I dove to the ground, rolling. Bill swore something about overgrown mutts. Maybe we'd have a talk later about what a mutt was. I scanned the area and found nothing at first. Another round bounced off the ground. It was enough to trace the path of it back, there was Smith.

Blondie lit him up with training rounds. He'd hit me with essentially a rocket propelled rubber slug. It was designed to make me sore, and nothing more. Sort of like getting thwacked on the head by a fencing teacher for doing something stupid. A flash of red caught my eye. Junior was in trouble. I started to rise up and felt something in my fur.

Bill was going to go have words with Smith. He'd just shifted down my back and jumped off. Cover was cover, right?

I charged into the open, it was a dumb idea, but I didn't have much choice. Another burst of light. Junior was in the house across the opening. Another round caught me in the chest, bigger this time. I dove, slid along the ground til' I was outside the house's window. Chris and Blondie signalled a flank.

Chris got tossed up to the roof, Blondie was moved to my shoulder. We waited a minute, then I charged in. Blondie would shoot from my shoulder and Chris would sneak in from behind if necessary.

We made it about as far as leaping through the window before coming face to face with Berg. She had Junior squeezed in her hand. "Back off or the human dies," she said, holding him in one hand and the rifle at me. She played the role well. I couldn't be sure, but it looked like if she shot, she'd get Blondie too.

I let out a low growl, protective instinct. At the moment... there was a part of me that didn't care if she was a trainer... No one hurt my squad.

A figure appeared behind her, she noticed me looking and started to turn. Berg may be a giant but... she was a lot smaller than me. I surged forward, a run away freight train. She said my attacks wouldn't count for taking her out, it didn't mean I couldn't make her sore.

Berg caught my shadow moving, she turned towards me, but it was too late. I snatched her training rifle, twisted it out of her grip, and in the same movement slammed the rifle butt into her chest to send her flying back. Chris launched up and fired one of the missiles down at her. Of course THOSE training weapons didn't hurt. It was a little light and a beeper. Missile hits, 'Bee-bee'. Done.

We built on our tactics fast. We developed maneuvers to distract her. We developed ways to split up. In one attack, dubbed the Spear-Fish, I would charge in, get in direct contact, one of the humans planted a bomb, and then we all scattered before it took her down. With another, the humans would plant the bombs on the ground and I would get Berg to chase me, until she ran straight into the explosives. It was all ways we could split up and tackle a giant, something the humans needed more training with than I did.

Within a week, we were even getting a little closer. We developed a flirty, playful little routine some nights before bed. This was totally Alice's fault. They would playfully dodge my feet while I danced to whatever music one of them picked. It was a sort of silly dancing act where I would cut off their paths of escape but only just barely. My hot, heavy paws just crashed down and they'd have to turn around. They would just circle around my paws, not even running, twirling around, and occasionally even lean in to give them a tiny kiss when I was still enough. Sometimes I would catch them between my toes and pick them up like that, teasingly rolling them between my toes and all.

Our dynamic had changed a bit. I had Chris, Blondie, Alice, AND Junior in my bunk every night. We still worked about the same, but there were undertones of more. They were more submissive and obedient around me in the room. It wasn't love exactly, just lust and a high they got. It was something good enough to keep doing.

Bill still refused, but that was ok. We managed to expose him once and it had no effect anyway. The old bastard had no sense of smell. The pheromones that got the others high and entranced by me were completely useless on him.

Unfortunately it wouldn't last forever.

A video arrived in our second week. It was the first lead on Lucky and the others. A shadowy figure against a starry backdrop with a voice changer. "To the Naval Space Command, we are the Legion. You have harassed, assaulted, kidnapped, and killed our brethren for centuries. You have fought and conquered, stolen our resources, and kept us down. You had to know you couldn't keep that up forever."

The video cut over to Alice's tropical homeworld as drop pods crashed down. A dozen giants destroying the resort regions. We didn't maintain a tactical division there. The planet had some orbital defenses, but we didn't expect someone to penetrate that deeply into our territory. We had early warning systems everywhere. And they did nothing.

"How's it feel to see something of yours destroyed?" the voice asked. "Unlike you, we are merciful. There were no casualties. We took back what was ours and nothing more."

The feed cut over to show supply ships loading up. They were taking ores used for ship repairs, fuel containers, nuclear fuels, and of course, food. They couldn't have enough ships to deplete the world, but...they could certainly slow any repairs.

"Do not follow us," the voice said, "we wouldn't have to get violent."

There was one more cut in the feed. It flipped over to show Lucky and others, tied up on a warehouse floor. Presumably if we gave chase, they'd all be killed.

I had been feeling really good. We were training, we were making progress... and now we were behind. How were we going to do six more weeks of this? We couldn't afford to wait around. We were angry all over again. It was different this time though, the squad shared in the anger just that bit more closely. It wasn't me angry for not being able to shoot and them angry for being ambushed. It was us, angry and ready to fight together.