Cannon Fodder Steam Novels & Stories

It was disgusting but it made me feel good in a way I hated. A moan forced itself out and he chewed my firm but succulent lips, locating my hole with his fingers. The room had no windows, no beds, and no furniture… it was practically empty. Except for a long wooden box at the far end. Cannon went up to the box and sat on it, folding his hands and legs as he examined me. I was a fool to think Cannon would help. He was as horrible as his brothers. “Take the first f*ck. I’ll be waiting for the next,” he said.

Explosives stacked high in crates marked with red X’s. Perfect. Thomas staggered in after me, pressing his ribs with one hand while grabbing a jerrycan with the other. “Looks like they stocked up for war.” “Then let’s give them one.” I cracked the cap, the sharp stink filling my lungs. We staggered back into the night, splashing gasoline across barracks doors, along the wooden beams, trailing it like venom across the dirt. Recruits fired from the shadows—bullets sparking off metal, snapping into the ground at our feet.

"The Iron Vanguard has a six-hour head start on us. If we drop our speed now to nurse the iron, the empire's heavy steam-artillery will already be deployed along the perimeter of the northern settlements before our vanguards can even clear the brush!" Behind her, the convoy was a screeching, sixty-ton arrowhead of riveted iron plate and captured ammunition tenders. Packed into the cargo platforms were eighty vanguard defenders and five hundred newly awakened Oakhaven warriors, their heavy iron spears held close to their chests, their bodies huddled low to escape the scorching heat of the boiler exhaust. They didn't look like the broken, unshifting ghosts who had spent decades hauling logs in