The luckiest teenager in the world part 8
I liked writing this one a lot, but it was hard to do after not writing for so long. Hope you like it, and remember that I'm almost always interested in doing free 'comissions' or whatever you'd call it. I just like to write, and I'll write anything you want me to write. Feel free to ask! Grab some lube for the end, by the way ;)
The world opened up around Christina, sound rushing to her ears like a huge wave. It was music, pounding through her drunken senses. She tipped the helmet up off of her eyes, peering beyond to see where she could possibly be. The sky was overcast, clouds swirling angrily as though they were being stirred by a huge spoon. Christina tried to stand, countless pops and cracks spewing from her exhausted joints. She fell back to the wet ground with a splash, world swirling before her. She looked to the left, soldiers rushing over. "We got another live one! Gimme' a hand!" Christina could only sit there while the camouflage clad men surrounded her. "Are you okay?"
"I don't really know. Just get me up and to the infirmary. Gotta' check on Erik!" She said, speech slow and slurred.
"Shit, she's messed up good, sir. Medic!" He yelled, kneeling down and procuring bandages from inside his pack. Christina looked down, her uniform drenched in the dark blue blood of dragons, and the red blood of humans and herself.
"I... I don't..." She said, exhausted, dehydrated, and hungry. "It's... n-not mine," The soldier ripped open her Flak Jacket, and unbuttoned the shirt below. Sure enough, it was all blood from other people. She was banged up and bruised, but nothing worth even giving any medical attention. "Honest... I'm just," She spoke, eyes drifting into the air before snapping back to the face of the young man. "Tired,"
"Come on, let's get you something to eat and drink then you can go right on ahead and sleep. No need to check on Erik today," He said, the men all working together to pull the large Moose up to her booted feet. Moisture dripped down her legs, and when she looked down she noticed that it was nothing but blood. She was truly painted in it. It was a laborious journey to the cafeteria in the dam, and Christina was more than happy to sit down in front of a plate of steaming spaghetti and a Styrofoam cup of water. No food had ever tasted better to her in her whole life, and no water had been more refreshing. She nodded off at the table after finishing the heaping helping of food, but the soldiers roused her and set her up in a tent in the woods within the compound near the dam. There she lay, sleeping peacefully while the reinforcement soldiers began to work round the clock to shore up the barricades and fortifications. Hulking artillery pieces and mortars were brought in, machine guns bristling in towers erected all around. Tanks rolled in, trucks with supplies thundering down the road and through the gates. The workers played music throughout their labor, working quickly and thoroughly despite the impending doom.
When Christina awoke from her slumber, feeling just as tired and exhausted as before. She lay in the bed next to the silent wounded, medics solemnly weaving through the cots to check on their wards. After ten minutes of staring at the white canvas ceiling, she stood up. The blood was still wet and oily on her skin, and she felt the need to wash herself before anything else. Walking out into the dark mid day, she looked out at the dam that she thought she knew before. There was an enormous moat dug around most of the fortress, sticks and landmines set at the bottom. The walls were enormous, made of cement that was covered in high impact steel. Everything was wrapped in camouflage netting, and crates of ammunition were split out everywhere. Guards paced every inch of the facility, checking identification and scanning the nearby area. Which, somehow, was devoid of trees. Instead, there were huge burned out craters and stumps of trees where the mighty foliage had once been. The result was an unobstructed view into the surrounding countryside, albeit a stark view. She walked to the waters edge, marveling at the severe changes that the dam had undergone in a matter of hours. This general, he knew how to get results. She stripped off the bloodstained clothing, and dove into the river. The water coursed over the curves of her body, forcing her nipples erect. She spiraled beneath the water, blue and red clouds exploding into the bubbles around her. Surfacing nearly two minutes later, she tread water and breathed in the air around her. It was peaceful at last, and she soaked up the feeling. Running her hands up and down her body briskly, she removed most of the caked in blood and dirt from the night before. Walking up to the shore, she caught a fair few of the soldier's eyes. Water cascaded down every crack and crevasse of her luscious body, collecting off the tips of her nipples before dropping onto the ground. Through the camp she walked, to her former cot. There lie some clothing, a white tee shirt, faded jeans, a thick canvas jacket with yellow visibility strips on it, and an antiquated lumberjack's metal hardhat with the paint wearing off in some places. There was a white 'X' spray painted onto one side. It wasn't a uniform by any means, but it would surely work. She pulled underwear over her exposed lips, followed by a bra, shirt, pants, the jacket and helmet lastly. Then, she waved the drooling men goodbye, and marched straight to the general's office where she was stopped by an armed guard.
"Access isn't granted without the general's permission. Name, rank, and serial number," He asked, standing at firm attention.
"Christina Hines, Specialist 4, 198478904," The soldier muttered into his walkie talkie before opening the door with a nod and standing aside. Christina walked right in, removing her helmet in respect.
"Sir," She said, locking eyes with the man behind the desk. Maps littered the room, red and green arrows traced all over them. The general himself looked as bedraggled as his quarters, large bags hanging beneath tired eyes.
"Yes, Specialist Hines. Good work out there. I'm glad to see you in one piece," His sentences were short and to the point.
"You too, sir," Christina spoke, "I'm here to receive orders,"
"Of course you are... We need skilled fighters for a beach landing up the river. You're a skilled fighter. Go see Warrant Officer Salvas. She's in command of the river assault. Dismissed," He immediately looked down to the papers, and Christina walked out smartly. Before she did that, she'd go check on Erik and make sure he was still alive. Surely he was. Her feet carried her to the largest medical tent, and to the only dragon there. He was on a cot, everything but his head covered by a huge white blanket. There he lay, eyes closed and mouth lolled open. His nose and lips were tinted from his potent blood, scaled markedly less shiny as they were before the attack. Christina sat next to Shelley, and the dragoness stared at her mate. Her pants were stained with recent tears, and she didn't look up as Christina touched her shoulder.
"He's going to be fine. He's one salty bastard," She said, searching for calming words but finding none.
"Thanks Christina. I owe you... So much. For saving his life," Shelley's voice was choked, and her rubbed at her eyes with a tissue. "The general doesn't want me fighting, so... So... I want you to get the people that did this to him. Make them pay!" Christina nodded, and left after a weak smile. Erik was going to have a hard time coming back from this one. It was time to get back in the kicking-ass gear. She went straight to the place she'd bathed earlier, the soldiers watching her lustily as she walked back. She waved and winked at them, even slapping her ass. She received several whistles with a laugh, shaking her head. Men, can't live with them, can't live without them.
"Hines! The General told me you'd be here. You barely made it in time, come on. Grab the last M16 and get on boat number 2!" Salvas barked, and Christina grabbed the weapon and according bandolier of ammunition, and waded out to one of the boats. They were hardly boats anymore as much as they were huge floating chunks of metal. Sheet metal covered every inch of them, one machine gun placed lovingly on the nose. The engines roared instants after she clambered aboard, and the fleet of small craft tore away from the dam at breakneck pace. "Alright, maggots, listen up! These fuckers have been dumping everything you can imagine into our water supply. Now we're going to give them a good reaming so they don't forget who's the bitch here. As soon as your boat lands, you're off. Get up there fast, and hose the shit out of everything that moves," The war was becoming decidedly easier in this fashion, since the dragons didn't dare use their orbital weaponry on the Earth. They were after it since it was a 'religious icon' and therefore didn't dare harm it. It was becoming more winnable each and every day. The boat trip went by without hiccup, until they neared the camp. They were five miles out, and the water was becoming very choppy. Out of nowhere, there was a blue flash and somebody screamed,
"SNIPER! GET DOWN!" There was another blue flash, and the nose gunner opened up with his M249 SAW. The bullets kicked up dirt near the trees, spraying splinters all around near where the sniper's muzzle flash had come from. The boats scrambled, more fire coming from the treeline. Christina squinted into the shadows, looking for one of the bastards. All they had to do was peek their head out for one... There! She saw one, and loosed a 15 round burst. The thing turned to look at her, then ate the bullets one after the other.
"Tango down," She called out, ducking as more fire met them.
"Ten seconds!" Salvas screamed, the boats ramming up against the shore. "Sound charge!" A bugle sound filled the air, using the age-old charge call. The soldiers all screeched out of the boats and toward the huge camp, guns ablaze. Christina fired single shots at targets as they emerged from the tents, checking each one as they went by. One was inhabited by a hulking male and his presumed sex slave, the two of them madly in the passionate throes of lovemaking. More like, the male was pounding the hell out of her poor vagina. Without further a do, Christina wasted him and moved onward. In a matter of three minutes, the surprise attack had removed every threat in the camp. There was, however, a stunning number of the dragoness sex slaves left unattended to. "Don't stop! Load the women up on the boats and we're out of here. Get those demo charges set and rigged for one minute. We aren't getting caught by any reinforcements!" Salvas roared, the large man practically throwing soldiers down the slight incline and into the assault craft. Christina ran to the boat, reloaded, and managed to sit down by the time they set off again. They moved with the current, racing away from the enemy encampment before the charges blew. Speaking of the charges, the dull sky erupted in a ball of flame twenty feet high, and a violent shock wave punched Christina in the chest. The boats listed dangerously, overloaded with weight in every direction. They made land minutes later, the men high fiving, and operatives rounding up the dragon whores to be questioned. That was when Christina saw him. It was her boyfriend, Jake. Jake was a six foot tall behemoth of a horse, with the deepest brown eyes and the blackest coat.
"Jake! I thought I'd never see you again!" Christina said, dropping her gun and sprinting into his arms.
"Same here, baby! Oh my god I missed you so much!" He said, voice tinged with a hint of crying. The two caught up in the mess hall for hours as the day wound down. They found themselves alone, at night, together after months of separation. She lead Jake into the woods, and stripped his pants off with his back leaned up against s tree. She removed all of her clothing, freeing her voluptuously bouncy breasts. Her tongue teased at his sheath, luring his pink and black cock into view. It was already spewing pre cum across his nether regions, those huge balls full to the brim with cum. He freed himself of his uniform, huge horse pole springing to its full length. His hands massaged at those dreamy boobs, straying down her form to the plump lips of her beautiful pussy. She crawled up his body, licking every inch of his stomach along the way, until her cunt was poised above his practically shaking penis. She rocked forward, legs on either side of him, and then rocked back, taking the huge cock up inside her. It stretched her wondrously, filling her entire body with warmth. Christina stopped as he hilted in her, stimulating her clit deliciously. She rocked back and forth for ages, his hands straying all over her body. Each pump brought them both closer to orgasm until they simultaneously lost it. Her vagina sprayed love fluids everywhere, his rod pumping thick ropes of stallion jizz into her twitching cavern. She passed out instantly, falling into Jake's arms with her warm body nestled up against her savior.