All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
"Wait, we need to hit the breaker first." Donna looked around frantically. They needed to get this over with sooner rather than later. The breakers should lie somewhere around the main line.
"Right." Patrick rested the hacksaw on the fat cable. The thing was maybe as thick as his dick. If he sawed it while it was live ... Well, he wouldn't have to worry about the thing in the water anymore. He scanned the far wall and spotted a metal rectangle mounted on a masonry wall. "There." He pointed.
"Right." Donna raced over to the box, her chest heaving. If she wasn't careful, she would start perspiring again. And then what hope would they have? She tried to slow her heart as she flipped all the switches. The overhead lights went out, and she was cast in gloom, the only light coming in from a transom above the lake-access door some ten feet away. The machines around them ground into silence. How odd to suddenly be free of the beating heart that was the pump station. She heard the sound of sawing. "Pat, cut it closer to that machine over there. We're going to need plenty of slack."
"Right." Patrick stopped and moved several feet to his right. He sawed quickly, the first beads of sweat popping out on his forehead. He felt Donna's soft hand on his shoulder. "Will this work?"
"It should." Donna's knees went weak and her nostrils flared. "Hurry, Pat."
"Done." Patrick dropped the saw and picked up the cable. He had a sudden urge to forget the whole thing and just bury himself in Donna's waiting pussy. He reminded himself that the whole town depended on them. Step by step he moved toward the door with the jagged end of the cable, careful to keep his hands on the insulated exterior and away from the exposed wire. "Hit the breaker again and meet me outside." It wouldn't hurt if they split up for a minute. He could smell her growing musk. Maybe the outside air would do them both some good, too.
"I'll be right there." Donna watched her boyfriend open the door and take the powerline out with him. She ran back over to the circuit box and flipped them all back to the closed position. The machines whirred to life around her and the lights flickered back on. Over the cacophony in that giant space, she could hear Patrick shouting for her outside. But she couldn't make out the words. Donna turned and ran as fast as she could through the open door, leaping over the suspended wire, now coursing with electricity. "Oh, my." Her feet came to an abrupt halt. The coarse wood pulled at her bare soles. "What are they?"
"Other than evil looking, you mean?" Patrick stared at the translucent globes, floating on the water in a semi-circle around the little dock. Each sphere was about the size of a man. And inside squirmed large shapes that seemed faintly reptilian. The malicious looking things moved slowly over the water to where Patrick stood on the edge of the dock. "What should I do?"
"Fry them," Donna screamed. A fog descended upon them. No, Donna realized that wasn't right. Her glasses were steaming up. She removed them and looked at Patrick's blurry form hesitating at the edge of the water. Several of the globes were within a stone's throw of him. "Fry them now." The end of the wire hissed and sparked a foot or so out in front of Patrick. Donna wiped her glasses frantically and put them on, just in time to see him plunge the end of the line into the lake.
It seemed to Patrick that he had plunged a bolt of lightning into the water. There were several bright blue flashes, a sharp crack, followed by a sizzle, and then a shriek went up from the closing semi-circle. And just like that, it was over. Patrick could hear the machinery from inside the pumping station shutting down again. He looked up at the globes. Beautiful branching forks of electricity still shot through them. The dark shapes inside went suddenly still and then each sphere burst like a bubble and dropped its contents into the lake with a plop. Patrick stood there, still holding the line so that its end was submerged, and let the silence fall over him. The dark shapes sank into the water and were gone. He'd killed whatever they were.
"Did we do it?" Donna walked up next to Patrick and looked down into the water. "We must have broken the circuit. Was that enough electricity to kill them all?"
"Yeah, I think it was." Patrick dropped the wire with a dull thunk on the wood below. There was only their rasping breath and the lapping of the waves against the pilings. Everything else was silence. "We killed the thing in the water, Donna. That was ... amazing." He turned and hugged her tightly, breathing in her scent. He leaned up and planted a kiss on her soft lips. Suddenly they were making out. They had won, why not celebrate? Patrick worked to pull Donna's heavy boobs out of her dress.
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Whatever had just happened, Axcix didn't like it. Not one bit. She'd felt a surge and then several of her systems cycled through restarts. When everything was up and running, she replayed the events of the last few minutes. Her tough and loyal sentinels were dead. The vital pump station stood idle. It appears those members of the dominant species were more resourceful than expected. They had rerouted the flow of electrons from pump functions to her home. The ions in the water had carried those electrons to do their vile business upon her sentinels. She moved to release some perimeter drones to return some security to the situation, but her outer bay doors wouldn't open.
At the muddy bottom, Axcix was just far enough away from the event to sustain only limited damage. What to do, what to do? She needed to deal with this threat. But her sentinels were gone. And the creature Smith had gone silent. She scanned for the electron current, but found none. The surge must have caused a safety cutoff within the pumping station. She moved about her chamber, changing the configuration of her sphere.
Direct contact is not forbidden. Direct contact is discouraged. Use your tools. Remain hidden, distant. You are the only thing that cannot be replaced.
Those words the makers had bestowed upon her during training before she pierced the veil of space. What she was about to do was not forbidden, only discouraged. She sprung from her hull, six arms with tertiary joints. The great sphere pushed off from the bottom, releasing a cloud of sediment. Quickly, Axcix rose to the surface.
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They were still a good mile away from home, when Sally noticed them. A line of women walked briskly down the middle of the street about two blocks back. "Come on, Mr. Farmer. Walk faster." Those women were catching up. What's worse, Sally could tell their arms weren't quite right. It was the same thing that had happened back in the hotel. Despite Adeline's support, Susy stumbled down the street. And Mark would only mumble something about his lady over and over. His dumb feet wouldn't move faster than the pace of an evening stroll.
"My lady, my lady, my lady," Mark mumbled.
Sally looked over her shoulder. They were closer. The line of women in crisp swing dresses, their heels clicking on the pavement were now only about a block and a half behind. "We're not going to make it home. Look behind us, Addy."
"Oh, no." Adeline's eyes shot wide when she saw the things that were chasing them. Those terrible arms swung like rubber and their hands passed their knees as the pursuing women walked. Adeline looked around frantically. "The church." She swerved to her right and guided her mother through the church parking lot. "We'll be safe there."
