Pantheon 8: Resistance (scifi)

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“Come on! Let’s move, let’s move!” John shouted. It was difficult to make himself heard through the gas mask. And the bombs weren’t helping. Refugees were running through his door, into the building, where at least they would be (temporarily) safe from the fog.

The fog, dense, cloudy mist was created by the bombs. The theory was that it was aerosolized nanites. But it was only a theory because no one who got caught in it had been seen again.

Fighter planes roared past, low overhead, dropping canisters behind them. One of them bounced towards John. One last man was running for the door, but there was no time.

“I’m sorry.” He said, swinging the steel shut behind him. He could hear the man’s fists pounding against the door.

Outside, the man was begging for help when the canister opened, and more silver fog hissed out quickly. It floated up in a cloud which hovered over the ground at about eight feet. Where the skyscrapers had blocked the sun sporadically before, the fog completely wiped it out. The world fell into an eerie twilight as New York vanished around him. The nearest buildings disappeared after that, and finally, the fog was so dense that he could only see about five feet in every direction.

All that was left of the world he had known was the fog, the door, and himself.

He made to take a step but a ripping sound halted him. He noticed a large hole in his trousers, which hadn’t been there before. Taking another step, a large hole opened up in the chest of his shirt.

Instantly, he froze, but the damage did not stop. From the edges of the holes, a silvery substance melted away his clothing until he was completely naked, shivering in the emptiness of the gray. He noticed he was sweating. At first he thought it must be the nerves, but then he noticed that tiny beads of silver were condensing on his skin. They were small at first but they grew larger and larger every second, becoming quivering droplets all over him. They began to flow together and came to a mass on his cock and balls.

Pleasure took him, as the strange silver substance manipulated his cock and teased his sack. It now appeared like some bizarre Mercurial parasite, milking him for his cum. And milk him it did, squeezing and vibrating against his growing hardness. He was scared, but more and more the feeling of arousal wiped away his fears.

Underneath him, the silver nanites formed a round, penis-shaped probe, which pushed gently into the man’s ass. His back arched as he was invaded, but he moaned at the intimate pleasure the nanites were giving him.

By teasing his prostate directly, the nanites swiftly succeeded in causing the man to ejaculate, shooting his cum into the hungry swarm which devoured his Nectar eagerly. And as he came he took a deep gasping breath, which introduced hundreds of nanites into his bloodstream.

He stretched his limbs with catlike pleasure, still coming down from the high of the orgasm when they took his mind.

The gas canisters were deployed in all major cities. London, Los Angeles, New Delhi, Beijing. None escaped the fog. And all who fell under it were possessed.

“We have to get out of here!” someone muttered inside the building.

“If I open the door, the fog gets in.” John replied. “Do you want that?”

“No!” the guy replied. “But what are we supposed to do, sit here?”

“We use the sewer.” Rick announced, entering from another room. “Use it to get out of the city, go into the country. We’ll be harder to find out there.”

“My wife…where is she?” another man moaned.

“Women are deported.” Rick said automatically. John gave him a look.

“Try to be sensitive.” He muttered.

“Sorry. I get these flashes, like thoughts or memories from when the Zeus entity possessed me. Women are all being sent to the Moon colony, where the nanites want to sustain them for breeding purposes. Children as well.”

“What about us then?” a younger man asked. He had a few friends with him. They looked about college age. “What is this? Do you know?” he asked.

“Earth is being attacked by a race of sentient nano-robots we call nanites. They feed, ridiculous as it may sound, on cum. They want us as slaves so they can build an empire from our juice.” Rick told everyone.

“But we’re not giving up just yet.” John interrupted. “So let’s get moving.”

The group (consisting of about forty men in total) followed John down the tunnel, shepherded by Rick. After a long, quiet walk, they emerged in an outlying suburb, which was totally deserted.

“So, do we have a plan?” John asked.

Rick bowed his head. “Can you tell me a way we can beat them…for good? No matter what we do they always seem to keep coming after us. Sometimes I don’t-”

He broke off for a moment.

“Sometimes I don’t think we can beat them. I think humanity was lost the moment they got off the space station.”

John stopped walking abruptly, and Rick paused to look back. And John was smiling.

“What?”

“Electromagnetism! A huge solar flare is scheduled to happen next week – it’s been on the news for awhile. If we attack then, the nanites will be disrupted enough that we can beat them for good!”

Just then, two ships flew overhead, and several figures leaped out of them. Without parachutes, they slammed down onto the pavement, landing in a perfect crouch.

The one in the lead was glowing blue faintly, and had a fish-scale pattern on his skin. His eyes were clouded with blue and silver swirls, and he held a trident. He wore nothing to cover his fully erect shaft. His two followers had trident tattoos and grinned hungrily.

“Is that…Ethan?” John asked, clutching Rick’s arm.

“It was.” Rick muttered.

The unearthly figure stepped forward and spoke with a deep reverberation.

“I am Poseidon, god of the sea. Fall down and worship me with your salt, men of Earth.”

Rick stepped in front of the group.

“Not gonna happen.” He challenged.

John frowned. How could they get out of this situation? Then he spotted the medical kit one of their group was carrying. He began edging his way towards it.

Poseidon simply hissed hungrily and took a step forward.

“How much time do you need?” Rick called.

“Three minutes?” John guessed. “Hey, Kit, I need your help!”

“My name’s-”

“Not important right now. For now, you’re Kit. Where’s your defibrillator?”

Poseidon made a lunge for Rick, but he missed. Rick leaped into the air and kicked one of the followers in the chest, knocking him flat on his back. Then the other follower tackled him around the waist, taking them both to the asphalt road.

Meanwhile Poseidon moved like lightning amongst the men. And where he went pheromones spread. Erections began to grow. Almost naturally, hands started groping and jerking as the general level of heat rose significantly.

“Yes!” Poseidon groaned. “Give in to your passion!”

Rick rolled over on top of the follower, but the follower simply reached around and grabbed Rick’s cock, stroking it urgently. Roaring defiance, Rick rolled off behind the follower and wrapped an arm around his neck, choking him out. While he was struggling, Rick saw the man jerking his own cock fervently.

“Fucking nanites.” He grunted, letting the unconscious form drop.

When he looked up though, their entire group was busy sucking or groping each other, and one man was preparing to sit on another’s throbbing shaft.

He moved through the crowd, slowly becoming more erect as the hands moved across his body and the pheromones took effect. Then he found Poseidon in front of him.

“You will be mine.” Poseidon declared. In the blink of an eye he was behind Rick, pushing forcefully down on his back. As soon as Poseidon touched him, Rick felt a strong urge to just bend over, to let Poseidon fuck him.

Would John mind if Rick fucked Poseidon, Rick began to wonder. He really wanted the god’s shaft in his hole, he realized. This was more than a want…a need.

Wait…no it wasn’t.

Rick jerked and rolled forward, coming back to his feet, but Poseidon tackled him onto his back, sitting across his thighs, their shafts rubbing together heatedly. With both hands, Poseidon reached out and tweaked Rick’s nipples.

His will broke.

“Aww…FUCK ME!” Rick’s voice said. Inside, he was still struggling, but he couldn’t make his body resist as Poseidon took possession of Rick’s cock in his hand and began jerking him off. Meanwhile, Rick’s legs lifted and spread to the sides as Poseidon knelt and positioned himself at Rick’s hole.

“Give yourself to me.” Poseidon murmured.

“I am yours, oh great one!” Rick screamed. “Pleasure me with your godly cock!”

With a smile, Poseidon pushed the fat head of his cock into Rick, followed by his thick veiny length. Rick found that suddenly he wanted to be fucked so badly, it didn’t hurt at all. He was in a bombardment of ecstasy.

“You will be my chief disciple. You will worship me in body and soul.” Poseidon continued, beginning to thrust in and out of Rick’s muscular ass.

“I will worship you.” Rick cried out.

“Your masculinity will be mine. Your seed will be mine.”

“My seed will be yours – UNH!”

Poseidon began to speed up his fucking as his mantra progressed. All around them, an orgy had sprung. Rick saw one young man with a cock in his mouth and another up his ass, and another young man was taking two cocks at once. A sixty-nine was underway next to them, but the extraordinary feelings of Poseidon’s cock inside him erased much of this from his awareness. All the existed, all that mattered, was that he worship this god with his body.

“Ready.” Kit said, moving forward with the defibrillator paddles.

“No, wait.” John said, holding him back.

“What are we waiting for? He’s getting fucked by that crazy blue guy with the HUGE cock!” Kit said, giving Poseidon an admiring look.

“We’re trying to save someone. Rick knows what he’s doing. Trust me.”

Kit shook his head. “I still think we should go now.”

This time instead of just holding him back, John grabbed Kit and kissed him intensely. Kit tensed, and then relaxed into it, enjoying John’s lips.

Meanwhile, Poseidon’s abs rippled in the light as he drilled Rick’s hole with inhuman passion. Rick was screaming in pleasure as the enhanced man perfectly targeted his prostate with every stroke of his veiny throbbing shaft.

Rick couldn’t hold on any longer. He had to worship Poseidon with a gift of his salt. He came, spraying strings of hot salty cum all over Poseidon and most everyone around them. His enhanced balls packed quite a load, and he continued to spew cum for almost a full minute, all while in a state of perfect ecstasy.

Poseidon pulled out, reveling in the taste of the cum which had brought the nanites to life originally.

That was when Kit shocked him with the defibrillator. His back arched and a silver form seemed to emerge all at once from his entire body. It leaped to the strings of cum all around them and coalesced into a silvery puddle.

Meanwhile, Ethan’s unconscious body (back to his normal tan skin tone and blue eyes with dark hair) fell forward onto Rick. Rick caught him in his strong arms and struggled to his feet.

A form was rising out of the silver puddle.

“It’s time to leave.” Rick said.

“What about all these men?” John pointed out.

“A big group draws too much attention, obviously. We need to get off the grid, fast.” Rick responded. “Bring the kid.”

So John led the way down the street. Kit was next, followed by Rick who had Ethan over one shoulder in a fireman’s carry. They ducked into an unoccupied house and went down into the basement.

Behind them, the large group had finished their orgy. An identical copy of Poseidon had formed, only with pure silver eyes. He drank from each of his new subjects, and then, licking his lips, made a call.

“Yes, I need a pickup, we’re in a suburb outside New York. Ping my location. I’ll also need some collector ships for my newest captures.”

“Any sign of the fugitives?” Zeus asked, on the other end of the line.

“They were here, but I cannot see where they fled. They…tricked me.”

Zeus made a sound of disapproval, and Poseidon winced. Making Zeus angry was not a good idea.

“I take it they freed your host?”

“…yes.”

Zeus sighed, then said. “It is of no consequence. They are still outnumbered by millions. Warn Apollo. His host could be compromised by this development.”

“Yes, my lord.”

In the basement, John lit a small battery-run lamp. Ethan was still unconscious. Rick slept in a makeshift hammock.

“You pulled this guy out of Poseidon.” Kit said.

“Yep.” John replied.

“Wanna tell me who he is, or how any of this is possible?”

John smirked. “Okay, but it’s pretty sexy.”

Kit grinned. “I’m game.”

“It began on a space station. That’s where the three of us worked, along with a mechanic, and a doctor…”

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