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It was not turning out to be a nice day for the Colonel. He had been up for nearly two days now, and had been fighting nearly nonstop for most of it. The artillery was barely holding back the attacking bitches, or pokégirls as some wit had dubbed them, based on how much many of them resembled Pokémon. He thought they were the spawn of Hell, succubus and worse, and if he had any say in how the war should be fought, he would be doing it with nukes. But that was neither here nor there, all that mattered was slamming another clip into his M16 and firing at the bitches that had no right to be as fast as they were. He was a damn good shot, and had only killed six of the bitches in nearly forty clips, something that had him silently fuming, though he kept that under wraps, trying to be calm and collected as he wove the base personnel about in an ever shrinking stand to hold onto the base.
He saw one of the red dog bitches pop up, almost look right at his section of the base wall, and yelled for his section to hit the deck. Several nearby troopers followed his example, but a couple of marines didn’t hear him, and the dog’s fire attack washed over them, setting the aflame and causing them to scream and fall backward off the wall. His comm. man yelled coordinates into the head set, and the Colonel snorted as an artillery shell annihilated the area where the dog had been, turning her and everything within a ten foot radius into mush. Severe overkill, but that was all that seemed to work on these hell spawn. A massive explosion behind him let him know that one of their artillery units had been hit, probably by one of the flying bitches, and when he glanced back, he realized that had been their last artillery for this section of the wall. He turned to his communication’s officer, and issued what he suspected were his last orders. “Order all units to the vehicle bays, we are abandoning the base. Hummers, bikes, anything that can move faster than those bitches is to be used to make a dash for Canon Army Base. Confirm with MajCom, and inform them that we have lost Kirtland AFB. Pull back to the bay, and then give them a full report as you evac.”
His comms officer, a 2nd Lt that had joined the Air Force just before the war had broke out, nodded, and then everyone started toward the stairs. The Colonel made one last look about the wall where he had tried to hold the base together after a red feathered bitch had torched the command center, leaving him the ranking officer of the base, and stared at the enemy command unit, six females clearly visible at a half mile. Even as he watched, the base artillery turned and began hammering the area, trying to hold the now charging bitches as if they somehow knew he had ordered the base’s evacuation. One of the shells seemed to slam directly onto the hill, but when the dust cloud cleared, he could see all six of the females were still standing as pretty as you please, unfazed by the explosion, shock wave, or the even the bloody wind. He cursed, and yelled, “Move soldiers, we have incoming!”
Even as he yelled, one of the steel gray females dove through the clouds, and pulled up just above the base wall, launching hundreds of steel spikes into the retreating soldiers. The Colonel barely dove to the side, against the protective wall, and watched the area he had been standing get peppered with the spikes, the attack killing nearly two dozen soldiers, including his comms officer. He cursed, and then knelt by the dead Lt, and cursed again when he saw a half dozen holes in the communication unit. He pushed himself up, and looked over the wounded and dying, and the soldiers that had paused to help them, and made a hard choice. “Leave the wounded, RUN!”
Several soldiers stared at him in disgust and shock, and one started to argue, when one of the attacking bitches slammed into the wall as hard as she could, her rock-like hide easily absorbing the impact. The wall shock and cracked, but held, even as a second slammed into the wall beside the first. The soldiers jumped down the stairs as the bitches hit, realizing that the Colonel was right, the wounded were already dead. The Colonel paused to grab and sling two weapons, a tactical missile launcher and a 50 caliber, and then slid down the rail, and hit the ground running. “MOVE SOLDIERS! ONLY THE DEAD AND DYING ARE STAYING HERE!”
The remaining soldiers, about fifty total, started running to the nearest vehicle hanger, as the Colonel paused to yell orders into his personal radio again as the wall behind him cracked, and then began to lean inward. “Artillery, enemy siege units are breaching the wall at section E7, point 2-1. Load piercing and incendiary rounds and fire for effect!”
He started running after his troops as he heard the artillery crews confirm his orders, and over the radio he heard the targeting officer begin rattling off the coordinates to their respective gunnery chiefs, while the crews began loading the indicated rounds into the chambers. The shots would open up the wall, but if they took out the siege units, he would call it a more than fair trade, since his men had nothing that could even make those rock-like bitches flinch. He continued running, and looked up, expecting the steel gray hawk bitch to return again, but whoever was in charge of the enemy forces had apparently called her off, for he could not see her anywhere. He yelled a warning as the artillery crews warned all units in the E7 wall area to get small, and then fired. Even as they fired though, the wall finally lost its battle to stay intact, and collapsed inward, and all his work for the past forty hours was gone, as the first rock bitch stepped through the hole into what he had already considered his base. He glanced back, and gave her the finger and a smile, as the first of the five artillery shells slammed into that small area, the shell slamming into the female and through her, tearing her apart even before the shell exploded into shrapnel and fire effectively sealing the entrance.
The next four shells did the same, pulverizing anything that was near the hole, and it must have killed the second rock bitch, because she never stepped through the hole. He turned to continue running, and tripped over a piece of one of his artillery units, causing him to fall flat, and saved his life. A column of flame shot through the area he had just been in, and several of the soldiers fleeing to the hanger screamed and dropped as they caught on fire. He rolled over, and brought up the tactical missile launcher, aiming it at the dog bitch that had walked through the flames like they weren’t even there, and fired. The missile streaked forward, and the dog bitch stepped contemptuously out of the way, but one of the ones behind her were not fast, and took it through the chest before it exploded. The female gave him a look of pure hatred as some of her pack sisters died. He discarded the used weapon, and yelled as he tried to untangle himself from the 50 caliber machine gun, “All units, TURN AND VOLLEY!”
It was not a normal command, but thankful most of the troopers got the message, turning and bathing the area in molten lead, most of them aiming around the female to minimize her dodging room, and tore her apart as the Colonel finally untangled himself from the damn weapon sling. He rolled to his feet, and made a snap decision. “All units to the hanger, you and you, help me cover them! Cover us once you get to the damn hanger!”
He pointed at a marine and an army grunt that both held fifties as well, and all three of them opened up on the whole, turning it into a murder zone, enough lead pouring into the small opening to butcher anything that tried to get through. After a few minutes, the Colonel glanced behind him, and cursed when he saw not a single trooper at the hanger doors to provide them cover, and yelled to the two soldiers with him, “HANGER! NOW!”
All three of them turned and ran, the Colonel discarding his nearly empty 50 caliber, and grabbed a loose tactical, silently thanking whichever dead General that had ordered every squad to carry at least five of the heavy weapons. An ammo pack for the tactical was on the ground, and he snagged it as well, beating out the fire on the flap of the pack, before dashing after the other two. He glanced behind him as something slammed into the ground hard, and cursed as he saw a white winged female stepping through a new opening in his wall, the flames dying around her at a gesture, allowing dozens of the bitches to surge forward through the two holes, and other to begin tearing open the rest of the wall. “All units, this is the CO, the east base wall is breached. I repeat, east base wall is breached. I am ordering an evacuation to Canon Army base. All units are to EVACUTE to Canon Army Base as of five minutes ago. Drop everything and head to a vehicle bay, and go when loaded.”
The white winged succubus’ head snapped around when he announced he was the CO, and she gave him an evil grin, as if she had heard every word. She yelled something to her troops, as two females with redish yellow skin suddenly appeared from thin air beside her, and every bitch turned to him. Cursing his luck, he put everything he had into getting to that hanger, knowing they would get to him before he got even two thirds of the way too it. He looked up when someone shouted his rank, and then dove to the ground when his troopers in the bay began firing. He rolled to the side and into a depression in the ground, letting his men exchange fire with the advancing bitches, and then cursed when he heard an explosion. He looked up, and grinned when he saw the bitches scurrying for cover, trying to get away as some of the men had started up an urban combat tank, a prototype meant to engage heavy infantry at close to mid ranges. Exactly what the situation called for. He pushed himself up and began running for the hanger, and glanced behind him to give the white winged succubus a jaunty and sarcastic two finger salute, and then watched her and both of the yellow skinned females vanish in a series of explosion as the tank turned and unloaded everything it had in the barrels at that one target.
His M16 still on his back even with all the diving and rolling, he pulled up the tactical, and cursed when he realized it was empty, before pulling a round out of the ammo pack, leaving one more in it, and began loading it while running. He managed to succeed without blowing himself up, and then turned and fired at a small group of fire dogs that were hammering his tank, engulfing the distracted females in fire, the range to close for them to dodge as the one at the wall had. He turned and continued running, and then watched the urban tank suddenly detonate in a ball of fire that quickly spread to encompass the vehicle hanger. He was thrown back nearly ten feet from the explosion, shrapnel bouncing off his armor and helmet, and while he was cut on his cheek and forehead, he wasn’t blinded or killed. He forced himself up and reloaded the tactical, and looked for a target, but stared in horror at the white winged succubus and her two guards, not only alive, but completely unaffected by the massive barrage, not even dirty from it. Feeling vaguely cheated for some reason, he brought up the tactical, sighted on the ground just in front of the female he was assuming was the commander, and fired. The missile streaked forward nearly halfway to the target, before it suddenly stopped, not moving an inch even though it was still exhausting. He looked at the commander, and saw one of the yellow skinned guards holding up one hand like she was Magneto, and then she curled the hand into a fist, as the missile suddenly crumpled and then exploded. “No fucking way…”
He stared in shock for a second, before turning and bolting for a nearby bunker. He staggered and fell, but managed to roll to his feet without going into a complete spill. [Capture that male alive and relatively unharmed. Bring him to us, kill all the others.]
He glanced behind him to see if he was hearing shit as he dove into the bunker, but every bitch he could see was dashing for him, and the steel reinforced concrete that made up the bunker would not hold for long against as much muscle as was coming for him. He slammed the door shut anyway, and then looked around, before realizing where he was.
Bodies were everyone, and one female lay dead in the center, her ebony body stiffening with rigor mortis. He paused and could not help but admire her, even in death she was stunningly beautiful. He shook himself, and then activated the bunker defenses, before stepping over the original base commander’s body, and began activating the auto defenses of the base, which for some reason never got turned on. He heard turrets coming up and firing, and several mines going off, but knew that the automatic defenses would not last long. He tossed the tactical missile launcher on the ground, out of ammo for it, and then glanced at the base cameras, noting that several vehicles were already outbound from the base. He nodded, and then brought up a program that had been installed last year after several bases got overrun and pillage by the bitches. He typed in the password, and then put a five minute countdown on the base self-destruct sequence, knowing that the clean nuke buried in the center of the base would probably wipe everything in the base out, including himself.
He looked around and spotted a partially concealed door in the wall, and shrugged, figuring why not, he was dead in five minutes anyways. He turned off the computer screen and then destroyed the computer with his M16, preventing anyone from stopping the countdown, and then jogged over to the hidden door, as the main entrance to the bunker suddenly shuddered as someone hit it. He stepped into the ‘secret’ area, and looked around, noting the small room, probably a panic room for the base commander. He shut the door behind him, and heard the cover slide over the door, concealing but sealing him into the room. Another door lead down, and the Colonel stepped into the next room, and smiled to himself as he realized that the back room of the back room had an elevator, probably down to the old nuke storage areas, which would be protected against just about anything other than a direct hit from a nuke. He stepped into the elevator, and then pulled the lever, the elevator descending quickly into the bowels of the base.
Nearly two minutes later, he stepped out of the elevator, and started down the barely lit tunnel, toward the outer most edge of the base. He grinned to himself, and brought his M16 to the ready position, just in case one of the bitches managed to dig down into this area. He walked quickly, knowing he didn’t have much time before the base destroying nuke went off, and turned a corner, figuring he had maybe a half minute before the deadline. He paused, and then grinned and ran into the room, noting the serious steel cross braces, and other reinforcing structures. He smiled and finished looking around, before he glanced at his watch, and sighed, before looking for the safest spot in the room to ride out the shockwave.
[What shockwave are you thinking about, human?]
He whirled about, his rifle raising toward the two yellow skinned females from before, and then got hurled backwards through a section of free standing shelving, losing his rifle in the process. He pulled a grenade from his belt, pulled the pin, and hurled it toward where he thought the two bitches were, and watched the grenade sail out of the rubble, stop, and then reverse toward him. He cursed and rolled under one of the pieces of steel shelving, and then rolled it toward the grenade, placing it just as it went off. The explosion dazed him, and he lay limp under his shield, stunned. [Human, you can either come with us or…]
The nuke went off, the walls suddenly flexed, and then the lighting went out in the area. He screamed as in pain as a chunk of rock slammed into the steel sheet above him, feeling something in chest crack, and hoped it was his armor or supplies, and not a rib. He wasn’t sure how long he lay under the sheeting, but eventually the sounds of falling rock ceased, and he grinned to himself, celebrating for a moment being alive. He checked his chest, carefully moving under the steel sheet, and grinned again when he realized that one of his magazines had broken, making the cracking he had felt.
He carefully rolled out from under the sheet, and felt for his flashlight, before shining it around, and then cursing his survival. The room was a mess, shattered steel beams and various shelving material was scattered around chunks of rock from the ceiling and walls. He couldn’t see for further than ten feet in any direction thanks to the rubble and the dust, which made him sneeze suddenly. He suddenly became conscious of ringing in his ears, and touched both ears, bring the fingers into the flashlight beam to check for blood, but was somewhat relieved when he didn’t see in. He glanced about, and then began carefully picking his way around and over the rubble. He stopped when he got to the spot where the two bitches had been, and stared at what he found.
Both females were alive, their massive tits rising and falling slowly, one of them pinned under a steel lattice work and the other bleeding from her mouth and a wound on her head where the same lattice work had clipped her. Other than the head strikes, they had both somehow survived without any other injuries, something he found remarkable. He reached for his handgun, and then his knife, intent on putting both of them out of their misery, and stopped both times when he realized he no longer had either of them. He stared at them, his eyes constantly returning to their full breasts, and his body firmly reminded him on how long it had been since he had had any female company. He stared at them for a while, before switching off his light, and considering his options. He didn’t have anything to quickly kill them, and strangling did not appeal to him in the least, neither did braining them with a rock.
He stared at where they lay, even though it was far too dark to see them, and then jerked, as he remembered something he had heard right after the giant lizard… thing had been nuked, about three or four months prior. Something about raping them to turn them into slaves or something equally stupid. He sighed and then flipped the flashlight back on, and shined it into the now open eyes of the pinned female without the head injury, who seemed to be frantically looking around. He suddenly felt himself rising, and screamed as something ripped through his mind. He felt his legs go limp, and whimpered in pain. [What did you do to us, human?]
He shook his head, and gasped as his head began pounding from whatever she had done to him, and made a note to not do that again soon. “I didn’t do anything. The nuke shattered the room, and both of you got injured during the shockwave from it. That any of us are still alive would be something of a miracle, but all three of us seems too good to be true. Which brings me to my question. Are we going to be killing each other, or can we go our separate ways without turning the other side into mush?”
She stared in his general direction, but in the dim light, while he couldn’t see her eyes, he could tell that her head wasn’t pointed at him, but about two feet to his right. He stared at her, and then tried to move, but couldn’t move his limbs at all. “Can I get down now, or do I have to try something drastic to get loose?”
The yellow skinned bitch did not respond immediately, she simply seemed to be elsewhere. When she finally did respond, she set him down, and then said, [We are not bitches. We are pokégirls, and can you turn on your light, we need to see what we are pinned under.]
He stared at them, and then grabbed the flashlight, shining it on the mangled steel girders that had pinned back females, before asking, as he flashed it over the entire mess on top of them, “So, why should I help you? You are going to kill me the moment you don’t…”
A large rock slipped from the ceiling, and slammed into the ground not four feet behind him, making him yell and jump. “Alright, I am helping, I am helping.”
The first female shifted under the steel. [We did not do that. The cavern may be unstable. We must get free, and soon. So activate your light now.]
He paused, and then pointed the flashlight beam in her face, and sighed at what he saw. “You may be blind. Your eyes are completely red, possibly from burst veins in your eyes. Unless that color is natural for bit… pokégirls like yourself.”
He was trying to be diplomatic, but all he knew was that most of his base personnel was dead, and the base gone, and diplomacy, even when not pissed, wasn’t his strong suit. He knelt down beside the pinned pokégirl, and then looked carefully over the girder pile up, before realizing that if he could just lift it a few inches, she would be able to get her oversized chest out from under it, which would make freeing the rest of her much easier. He grabbed the girder, and tried to lift it, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to budge it, but trying anyways. He was therefore shocked when it flipped up and off of her like it didn’t weigh a thing, freeing both females. [We will travel with you. We failed to protect the commander, so our lives are forfeit if we return. You will have to…sex with us though to keep us sane.]
He paused, and then turned to the two females, one of whom was slowly pushing herself upright, one hand rubbing the tops of her breasts where the beam had rested, the other unmoving. “You want to WHAT?”
[Colonel Aaron William Meek, you can either condemn us to the slow death by madness, or you can take us with you, and use us to ensure you survive, in exchange for sexing us.]
Colonel Meek jumped at the full use of his name and then glared at the female slowly drifting upright, since she wasn’t using either her hands or legs to get up. “Don’t use my full name, you are not my wife, girlfriend, or mother. My designation is Colonel Meek to you. And why should I keep you with me? All three of us will be shot on sight by any human that sees you.”
[Then they won’t see us.]
He sighed, before he glared at the second female, who was slowly pushing herself to her feet, one hand holding her head, clearly in pain. He suddenly twisted as he heard the pile of steel shifted, and then collapsed to one knee as his gut protested the sudden movement, and he felt a liquid in his mouth. He spat, and glared angrily at the blood, and then forced himself upright. “I am not going to win this argument, am I?”
Neither of the two pokégirls responded, simply staring at him, making him sigh. He cursed in pain, before he began limping around, trying to see a way out. “Let’s find a way out.”
He jumped when one of the pokégirls grabbed his shoulder, and then he felt like he was falling briefly, before he suddenly blinked in pain at the sudden return of light, having somehow appeared outside. He glanced around, and realized he was in the hills beyond the remains of the town of Albuquerque. He turned a suspicious glare on the two pokégirls before he limped forward, down to what was left of the town, knowing they would need supplies before he, no, they could start toward Canon Army Base.
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