Pooch Planet

  M.M. Wilde

  Pooch Planet (G-Force Federation 4)

  Pooch Planet

  Copyright ©2020 M.M. Wilde

  First Edition

  Cover design by Fantasia Frog

  Chiweenie model: Gizmo

  Edited by Barham Editorial

  Published by Knight Ever After Publishing

  All Rights Reserved

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  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. The models featured in the cover art are representational only and are not related in any way to the text within this book.

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  Dedication

  To my Special Delivery Mpreg crew: Giovanna Reaves, Michael Mandrake and LM Brown—I love you guys!

  And a big hug to my little Gizmo, the Chiweenie that inspired Benji’s character.

  Table of Contents

  Book Description

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  More G-Force Federation

  About the Author

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  What’s a pooch to do when he falls in love with a gargoyle?

  On Pooch Planet, Chiweenie shifter Benji has been tasked with helping to guard Small Breed Village. A murderous beast has invaded the local forest, and for the first time in the dog shifter realm, they’re in fear for their lives from a mysterious killer. Benji is feisty and tough, but he’s also on the verge of his first heat. Talk about bad timing!

  Gargoyle Antoine heads the military police division of the G-Force Federation. He’s been tracking a vicious alien from Hades Galaxy that’s been terrorizing several worlds under the protection of the Federation. If the fearsome predator eats its way through the inhabitants of Pooch Planet before Antoine can save them, he will have failed as both a guardian and gargoyle.

  When Antoine lands on the remote world, he meets an adorable little shifter who captivates him. Even though he’s been promised a gargoyle mate he’d never met back on Old Earth, something about Benji calls to Antoine’s stone heart. Antoine finds himself in quite the predicament—one he never could’ve anticipated when he accepted his mission.

  But the evil that has invaded Pooch Planet might make the decision for him if he can’t rescue his sweet Chiweenie…

  Chapter One

  Antoine glanced over his morning reports as he reclined in his anti-gravity space chair aboard the Bastille. The ship was his home base, and as the Commander of the G-Force Federation Military Police Division, he occupied one of the luxury apartments on the officer’s level. He took a sip of the energy brew he’d whipped up before turning his focus to one of the cases that had resulted in an arrest the day before.

  They’d managed to locate X-337, the leader of the terrorist faction of slug shifters who had been targeting the snail shifters on the other side of their mollusk shifter planet. Most of the slugs were a friendly, peaceful race who kept to themselves, but the extremist of the bunch had created a nightmare the Federation had been battling for several years.

  When the Federation had acted on a tip from Megiddo regarding another case—this one involving a serial killer—they’d inadvertently discovered the brutal leader creating a ruckus at one of the Blackjack tables. The apprehension had resulted in the casualties of three officers and one bystander—but at least they’d removed a serious threat to the populace of the Federation protected galaxies.

  Before he’d had the opportunity to set down his platinum drink vessel, the comm beep sounded. Antoine gave the instrument the side-eye before answering. He’d left explicit instructions that he not be disturbed. With the amount of violent crime as of late that had come under the Federation’s jurisdiction, he didn’t need any unwarranted distractions.

  Tully, his lead homicide detective, appeared on the screen. “Commander Dubois, we need you in the chapter hall immediately. There’s been an unsettling development that requires your immediate attention.”

  Antoine’s gut clenched. “In our missing killer case?” He hoped like hell that no one else had been slaughtered.

  “Yes, sir. We have reliable intel that whatever this thing is, it’s now on Pooch Planet.”

  “What?” Antoine groaned. “That place is filled with so much woodland and mountains, that predator will be impossible to find. Please tell me it hasn’t slain anyone yet.”

  Tully’s features fell, and Antoine already had his answer. “Sir, I’ve taken the liberty to assemble our team in the chapter hall.”

  Antoine pressed his lips together and nodded. “On my way.”

  After draining his brew in one final gulp, he yanked on his boots and combed back his hair before gathering it in a leather thong. He donned his officer’s black jacket with the badge that indicated his rank. Along with Commander Ward, who headed the Federation on the mother ship the Notre Dame, and the Federation Admirals such as Goliath from the Raganon Clan, Antoine was considered to be at the top level of the Federation Military Police Force. As a group, they all answered to President Karina Haven, their Commander-in-Chief on Old Earth.

  Once Antoine had determined that he was in perfect order, he hurried to the elevator that would take him to the main level of the ship where the conference room was located. As soon as he rounded the corner at the far end of the cloisters, he spotted Tully passing through the archway of the meeting room.

  “Tully!” He called out.

  Tully stopped, turning his way. “Sir?”

  Antoine gestured with his hand for him to come closer. He kept his voice low. “Have you seen Pierre?”

  A headache already threatened at the thought of more lives being lost, ones he hadn’t prevented because the killer still eluded him. But having to deal with the mate he’d been promised yet never asked for—was not something he cared to deal with at the moment. However, he had the feeling Pierre might be making an appearance, since Antoine had been ignoring the barrage of messages Pierre had been leaving.

  Tully winced and Antoine sighed. He hoped the detective never gambled on Megiddo, because he would surely lose.

  “He arrived this morning.” Tully rubbed the back of his neck. “He wanted to know if you were onboard.”

  Antoine crossed his arms. “And?”

  Tully shrugged. “What was I supposed to do? He’d find out eventually then come back and whip me with his tail for lying to him.” He cleared his throat. “And anyway. Won’t you be leaving for Pooch Planet now that the killer has been spotted there?”

  Antoine regarded the panther shifter. “That depends on what I’m about to find out in our meeting.” He shook his head in aggravation. “All right, let’s get started. The last thing I want is for there to be more victims while I drag my heels.”

  Antoine followed Tully into the expansive room, to
ok a quick inventory of the attendees and noted that his entire upper rank of police officers were present. Excellent. He took pride in the fact that his team was well-trained and operated at the highest level of efficiency. Unlike the Federation warriors, his purview involved investigating and identifying those offenders who presented a threat on a galactic level, then bring them to the attention of the Federation. As a collective, the best course of action would then be determined. However, local authorities on the planets that fell under G-Force protection maintained their own police force.

  “Good morning, everyone. I thank you for being here promptly. We don’t have any time to waste, so I’m going to ask detective Tully to proceed with—”

  “Hi, gorgeous!”

  Everyone—including Antoine’s—head whipped around at the voice coming from the doorway. Antoine frowned before he could stop himself. He hadn’t bothered closing the door since the level they were on was only for those with the proper security clearance. His promised omega was waving and grinning as if barging in on a military meeting was completely acceptable.

  “Excuse me, everyone.” He gave a quick nod. “I’ll just be a moment.”

  Whispers, and at least one or two snickers, could be heard as he approached Pierre.

  “Hello, my love.” The smaller and much younger gargoyle peered up at him, a ridiculous grin plastered across his face. “I know you’re busy, so I’ll only be a moment.” He dragged his palms up Antoine’s chest. “I couldn’t wait until later.” He continued rubbing Antoine’s frame as if he were trying to wipe his hands clean. “Couldn’t wait to get my claws on your stunning, rock hard bod.”

  Antoine gently pried Pierre’s fingers from his torso. “I’m a gargoyle. Our bodies are rock hard. It’s part of the gig.” Tully struggled in Antoine’s grasp as if attempting to molest him some more. “This is not appropriate behavior, Pierre. You’re on a restricted level. And anyway, I thought you were staying on Old Earth.”

  Pierre made a pouty face. “I’m sorry, baby. It must be my heat making me act so rashly.” He wiggled against Antoine’s frame.

  Oh shit.

  They’d never been intimate the very few times they’d met in person, and while Antoine knew he’d be obligated to mate him once they were wed, he was hoping to put off the inevitable for as long as possible. He was still trying to worm his way out of the contract his father had entered him into without his permission while Antoine had been in his pre-puberty stages at early Academy training. But if he got Pierre pregnant? Then he was doomed.

  The little schemer is probably counting on that.

  Marrying into Antoine’s prestigious Constantine Clan was likely all his intended cared about.

  He decided not to acknowledge Pierre’s remark about being in heat. “I’ll see you later for the evening meal. In the meantime, I have urgent business to handle and you need to return to the communal levels.”

  Pierre flung his waist-length, blond hair over his shoulder and hmphed. “I would think your fiancé is of more importance than some silly meeting.”

  Antoine growled and clenched his fists. “My duty to the Federation is not silly!”

  Pierre’s eyes widened, but then he seemed to regain control. “Well, I suppose I can be a good omega and wait until later to see you.” He poked a finger in Antoine’s chest. “But as my Alpha, you’re required to tend to my needs, and I need to be fucked!”

  Antoine grabbed Pierre’s arm perhaps a bit too harshly, then dragged him into the corridor. “That was very inappropriate,” He gritted out. “I will not have you interrupting me when I’m in the midst of Federation business, and furthermore, you are permanently banned from this level.”

  Pierre gasped. “You can’t do that! As your omega, your duty is to care for me.” He narrowed his eyes. “I’m telling my father.”

  Antoine snorted. “Good. That will give you something to do besides bothering me.”

  Pierre yanked his arm from Antoine’s grasp and snarled, “What about my heat?” He flipped his hair again. “Maybe I should just go find another hunky gargoyle, one who can satisfy me.” He batted his eyelashes. “I’ve been highly sought after, you know. Yet, you were the one to win me over.”

  You mean my wealth and good name won you over.

  “Maybe you should. Shall I notify your father and my father that you’ve changed your mind? That you want the contract nullified? After all, I wouldn’t want to hold you back from being satisfied.”

  He smiled sweetly as the clearly enraged omega clamped his lips shut with a frown, his pale skin flushing scarlet red, his mouth set in a severe line.

  Pierre took a deep breath then appeared to change tactics. He hung his head and whimpered. “I don’t know why you’re being so mean to me. You know all I want is you, my love.” He lifted his gaze, his features now radiating docility. “Isn’t there something you could do to ease my suffering before the evening meal?”

  Once again, he batted his eyelashes with the skill of a two-credit whore on Megiddo.

  Antoine donned his own practiced smile, the one he used when he had to deal with surly suspects. “Of course. I’m not completely heartless. What size dildo would you like me to have sent up to your quarters? Small, medium or gargantuan?”

  Pierre’s jaw dropped and he sputtered, “I-I… How dare you! I don’t care for your insinuations.” He crossed his arms. “After all, I’m a virgin!”

  Sure you are. Antoine quirked a brow. “You mean you’ve never stuck anything up your ass before?”

  Pierre stamped his foot then whirled around before marching away.

  Antoine grinned. Worked like a charm.

  If the heavens were truly blessing him, Pierre would still be fuming the rest of the day and night. Then, Antoine could slip away to Pooch Planet where he could investigate whatever discoveries had been made regarding the killer.

  Antoine ran his palms over his hair, verifying it remained neat and in accordance with his and the Federation’s meticulous standards. He did not approve of sloppy or dirty appearances, and maintaining his own grooming was of genuine importance to him. Once he was satisfied he was in order, he made his way back into the large conference room.

  “I apologize for that…unexpected outburst.”

  Antoine averted his gaze as he took a seat at the head of the long, rectangular table made of a rich mahogany. He picked up his DID and opened the tab which would download the latest reports. No one had responded to his apology, so he hoped everyone had gotten the message and the incident wouldn’t be commented on.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes, Tully.” He set down his digital information device and glanced in his direction. “What is it?”

  “I just received a video feed moments ago from Pooch Planet. One of the sheriffs of Mutt Town managed to capture our suspect on camera.”

  Antoine leaned back in his chair, angling toward the digital screen wall behind him, then touched an icon on the remote pad to dim the lights. “Bring up the feed.”

  Every gargoyle had excellent night vision, so the need for overly bright illumination wasn’t necessary. Unfortunately, it appeared that the scene had been filmed with one of the devices the dog shifters used that didn’t capture images in the same way.

  According to the report he’d just downloaded, the film had been taken by accident. The mutt who’d turned the film into the G-Force police assigned to Pooch Planet, said it was part of his security set-up. He’d placed a camera on the back porch of his house directed at the woods behind his residence. Apparently, something or someone had been poaching eggs from his chickens but hadn’t harmed the poultry. When his chickens had gone crazy one night, he’d retrieved the film to watch and had discovered images more disturbing than an egg poacher.

  As Antoine studied the stream, he couldn’t make out anything unusual. So far, only the occasional bug and some swaying branches as a breeze picked up showed on the digital film. Antoine was beginning to wonder if the mutt was either imagining things or ha
d streamed the wrong tape, when the chickens started squawking and pouring out of the henhouse in a frenzy.

  A brief flash of something black with glowing red eyes swooped down from above the frame, ripping several of the chickens to shreds in an instant, feathers and blood flying everywhere. It then whirled by the lens and roared out an unholy screech before flapping its wings and disappearing in a rush. If the creature hadn’t been much larger than a crow, Antoine would’ve assumed it was a gargoyle.

  Thank the heavens it’s not. He’d be crushed if the killer was one of their own.

  The end of the film was greeted with silence. Antoine brought up the lights then swirled his chair around. He faced his somber team, folding his hands on the table as he leaned forward to speak.

  “Before I comment, I’d like to hear your thoughts.”

  While the individual identity of the killer was unknown to him, he was almost certain he knew where the murderous creature had originated from. Perhaps he was wrong, but he didn’t think so.

  Tully cleared his throat. “I hate to say it, but whatever that was, it struck me as something out of the Hades Galaxy.”

  A few of the investigators nodded their heads, but the grim expression of one in particular caught Antoine’s attention.

  “Isis, did you have something else you’d like to add?”

  She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her chin. “Well, one of my earliest classes at the Academy was in Old Earth paranormal species.”

  One of their latest recruits interjected, “And those were the ones who were banished to the Hades Galaxy, right?”

  Isis regarded the recruit. “Yes. What I just saw, I’m afraid to say, appears to be a bat demon. Or, what the ancients would describe as a vampire.”

  A collection of gasps sounded.

  Another detective spoke up. “We haven’t had a report of a bat demon in ages. What makes you think that blurry thing flitting about on the screen is one of those?”