Starfall

Last Updated: 11/14/2024

Featuring Characters –
Reign the wolf owned by Filth Hound
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/filthhound
Catharsis the Saber Cat owned by Filth Hound
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/filthhound
Luka the wolf owned by Filth Hound
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/filthhound
Solarian Wolf 'Sol' the cat-wolf hybrid
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/solarianwolf

Supporting/Side Characters -
Kaden the grizzly bear (NG31 'Steel Gunners' Battalion)
Tristen the otter (NG34 'Archangel' Battalion)
Tammy the fox (Nakarii Scientist)

Cover Art -
Hiveworm (Story)
Halapmir (Preview Main)

Details –
WIP - Unfinished
Rough Draft
FUC Approval - CANON

FOREWARD -
This is a gift to a dear friend of mine and a proof-of-concept of my writing abilities. Something longer-format this time. It was a long time coming. Felt like I'd almost not work up the nerve to finish it, but I want to. I think this will make for a interesting testament to my range as a writer in the field of erotic fiction. To note this is sci-fi horror-themed porn. Its meant to be both intense and arousing in the later chapters.

- - CHAPTER ONE - - 'LANDFALL'
Garret's vision was fuzzy. Blurring in and out of focus midst the clatter of debris spilling in his ship and sparks showering him from the panels above. His ship's alarm blaring with strings of errors and critical warnings scrolling past the corner of his all too focused eyesight. All the monitors still functioning didn't need to tell him anything to know how critical things were. His ship shuddering, grumbling as it shook almost violently to entering this planet's atmosphere. He held onto his ship's flight controls as if for dear life, eyes laser focused on his horizon, fearful and spotting the nearest landing site that looked the safest. It was only by sheer luck the skies were clear enough for a visual bearing on where his ship was heading. Warnings and threats of jail be damned if he didn't land soon his ship would break-up mid-flight. He was violating about a dozen inter-galactic laws and treaties right now, but this was an emergency.

It happened so fast it was still a blur to the distracted hybrid. The only thing he could remember was the sheer panic of seeing the sheer size of the MAC guns that were pointed at his rather pathetically sized civilian Orlarian Cargo Ship. His ship stared down the guns of what he knew now was unmistakably a Sauren Dreadnought. There were so many of them in one place. He must have skirted the front of the entire imperial fleet before he managed to engage his sub-hyperspace slip drive that was shredded to pieces by the blast. He was unarmed, begged for mercy, and was met by his ship narrowly being annihilated in one blow by the blast of the largest MAC gun he'd likely ever seen on a warship. He could even remember the sheer corona of particles that flew out the barrel when it fired. It happened so fast there was no time to react. Before he knew it part of the left side of his ship and more than half his engines were sheared off in a horrifically violent fashion.

Smoke began to fill the cockpit, the ship's gyroscopes and flight computer were no longer functioning as he found himself having to actually pilot his ship manually like an old-fashioned plane more than a spaceship of its type. An industrial ship that was never designed nor intended to re-enter atmosphere by itself. 'Star Hammer' as she was called was a heavy-class industrial ship meant to carry very large amounts of cargo between space ports. When she was built she was the largest in her class ever made by his home world. Its only drawback being she was completely unarmed aside from industrial equipment inside the craft. The contract Garret accepted never specified there would be Sauren activity in the flight path. Not that the alliance could predict Sauren movements that well to begin with.

To his benefit by another stroke of dumb luck this planet had a breathable atmosphere of oxygen. He didn't waste time to ponder all the options he had. If he didn't do something now he and anyone else left alive in the ship were all going to be dead in what was going to be one hell of a spectacular fireball within minutes. He didn't dare think of his crew right now. His fingers raced over the control consoles to his front and sides, desperately trying everything he could to slow his girl down and soften the... extremely rough landing he knew the Star was in for. This was the death throws of his ship and he knew it.

Nothing else in this moment mattered to him because if he didn't do everything precisely right... he would be dead before he got to see another solar cycle. "Clear the cargo bay now! Emergency ejecting cargo in forty seconds! All personnel scramble and evacuate the cargo hold immediately! Move dammit, move! This is a direct order from the captain I will not wait," he barked over the intercom, praying the PA system still worked.

Not soon after true to his word he engaged the emergency hatch charges detonating the cargo hold doors of his craft to leave his cargo to spill out onto the planet below. The massive latches exploding and the doors ripping clear off their hinges to hurtle down below. Pallet after pallet of precious cargo sent hurtling out the breach to lighten the weight of the craft while he was still in the stratosphere. Over ten billion credits worth of fuel and resources gone just like that. Garret had no time to mourn the total loss of his cargo. He made that internal decision knowing money meant nothing anymore. His life and the lives of his crew were all that mattered.

Sparks sprayed across his space suit visor, the oxygen already sucked out of his ship since before he even entered atmosphere. His crew... gods... he didn't want to think of it. With nothing but a pure determination to live. To cheat death if this one time he took firmer hold of the controls and engaged the ship's manual speed breaks. Attempting a manual re-entry into planetary orbit without assisting boosters. The screen danced across his vision as the ship rocked and shook in protest. Metal grinding and groaning in his ears over the constant blaring of the sirens. "Please baby please. Keep it together a little longer, please," he muttered a soft prayer to himself. Closing his eyes and steeling his senses before he got back to work.

"Mayday! Maydaymaydaymayday! This is OCR63111 callsign 'Star Hammer' civilian cargo ship of the Orlaris Alliance reporting a critical emergency and distress in dire need of immediate assistance! Please! My hyperspace drive is destroyed. My slip space drive is destroyed. All primary engines are no longer responding. I... I suspect my crew may be dead. My hull is shredded by a direct hit with a Sauren Dreadnought. Attempting manual entry and landing onto mining colony Nakosh of the Nakarii Empire. I have dumped my entire cargo to soften my landing. I am unarmed and a civilian commercial transport ship of a class not designed for atmosphere travel. Attempting manual emergency landing maneuvers. Requesting emergency accommodations permission to land on a collision course with coordinates transmitting now. I... I just don't want to die," he choked on the last words to escape his mouth in the broadcast.

Tears began to well up from his amethyst eyes as he closed them just to take if but a moment to try as best he could to steady his nerves, if but for a moment. He couldn't afford to make one mistake on this. With renewed resolve he opened his eyes again and focused on what needed to be done, landing this clunker in as close to one piece as he could.

It was then the back door to the cockpit swished open, the hybrid glancing back in time to see his co-captain and pilot rushing into the room in his space suit. "Where the fuck have you been Sol!?" the captain shouted.

"Sorry not sorry captain I came here from the CARGO HOLD LIFT," Sol retorted in kind, seating himself next to the captain. The captain hesitated if but for a moment. "Right... get on those controls I'm gonna need you for this," the captain sighed, knowing how on edge the other man was too right now. The tiger wolf nodded, not needing to be told what to do further. They were on a collision course without lifepods.

"The crew..." the captain began before Sol held a gloved hand up to his helmet. "Talk after we land Garret. Try not to kill us right now okay?" Sol replied, all but begging his captain to focus. The space wolf gave a grave nod and turned his attention back to the consoles.

"Nakariis are not known for their hospitality you know," Garret chuckled.

"Yeah well they are lucky we dumped the cargo otherwise this ship would be a fucking missile the size of a goddamn skyscraper crashing on their base's doorstep right now. Its a fucking miracle we survived that hit," Sol sighed.

The captain didn't dare bring up what was truly worrying him. The fact his distress signal and broadcast wasn't picking up a response from below. There was just static on the radio and digital networks he knew they were well inside of now. The side of the planet they were crashing down on was in the middle of its nighttime cycle. Clouds already visibly moving in that threatened to obscure their landing zone. There was a storm coming that would be upon them shortly after landing.

To anyone on the ground, they would hear the ship long before they saw it. The sheer noise it made breaking up on re-entry was as loud as a comet coming down to strike the planet's surface. The wind breaks deployed making a screeching roar that could be heard for miles around those closest enough to hear. Parts of the ship visibly exploding and breaking off as it descended down to what would be its grave. The Star Hammer would never fly again, but if anyone could walk away from this alive they should count their blessings.

"Attention ALL hands! We are in a direct collision course with the ground! You have roughly three minutes! If you want to live get to the survival pods if you haven't done so already! Do not wait do it now! Its been a goddamn pleasure serving with you all. May the gods have mercy on us all and goodluck everyone," the captain signed off one last time over the intercom and took Sol by the shoulder. He didn't need any convincing to move.

"There! She's set! I got her aligned the best I can and have the controls locked. C'mon lets go. There's nothing more we can do here," Garret yelled, finally prying himself from the controls of the ship. He'd locked things in so they had but one shot at this. He grabbed Sol by the shoulder. They were the last ones to race to the center of the ship where its survival pods were secured.

Sol strapping himself into the nearest open pods he could. Thankfully, most of them were occupied much to his relief. The suit connected straight into the pod's own backup oxygen supply and the hybrid strapped himself in. The door coming down and hissing shut. It was always the more uncomfortable part when the pod began to rapidly fill with viscous green gel. Sol left with but his limited view of the now burning interiors of the ship around them now that they were in atmosphere.

Outside, the elevation proximity backups fired off their emergency parachutes if to marginal effect. Some ripping off from the sheer speed of the craft. The screeching of the breaking apart ship would reach a deafening roar as it would finally come crashing down. Over eight and a half million tons of steel and reinforced titanium colliding with the ground to devastating effect. The mere shockwaves blasted trees back and uprooted the earth like a shovel being shoved right into the sand. The leaves burned right off the trees by the heat blast alone. The smells of burning boreal forest filling the air mist a cacophony of pure chaos. The ground itself trembling and quaking from the impact that sent shockwaves through the shallow mountain valley. Anything not nailed down was blasted off where it rested as the ship skidded into the valley, carving a burning trail of utter devastation in its wake.

The forest was set alight by the impact a small cluster of structures nearby a lake all but vaporized by being in the path of the ship's landing. The entire valley sent abuzz with birds fleeing the area either out of instinct or terror. Then, all too quickly... moments after impact the ship skidded to a halt... what was left of it anyways.

- - CHAPTER TWO - - 'THE STORM'

Sol's eyes began to flutter as consciousness once again returned to him. Those pearly amethyst orbs scanning the scene before him. His ears were ringing fiercely and he felt disoriented and discombobulated. Not sure of exactly where or when he was. Not sure of how long it had been. All he remembered being the inside of the pod before the crash. To reduce trauma the pods always put their occupants temporarily to sleep. He found himself outside of his pod on the ground inside the ship, not quite sure how he managed to come out of his pod like this.

Aside from the fires among the wreckage it was pitch black with angry black clouds above pouring down a torrential downpour of rain. Sol finding himself midst what was a empty storage tank torn wide open by the impact.

"Garret? Garret!?... Gar," Sol unlatched and tossed his helmet aside. The glass visor was shattered anyways. The tigolf stumbled to get his bearings, rising up and nearly stumbling over himself to scan his surroundings and see where things and people were.

The result being not what he had hoped for. He was not only alone, but oddly very alone. There were no bodies or corpses anywhere around him. It was strange as it was almost unnerving. Was he the last one alive? Where were all the others? Why was he left behind?

He began to move to explore the ship and yelped. Reeling as something... something moved. Specifically it had finally slipped all the way into his ass. Alarmed, Sol struggled to reach around his backside, realizing his suit was soaking wet in back and torn. He looked at the errant goo and his nose instantly wrinkled to just the sheer stench. It smelled like he'd just dipped his hand in shit.