SQUAD BONDING
Imported from SF2 with no description.
For the longest time, humans had wanted to develop their technology to the the point where it could thing or move on it's own, but the dream of true sentient tech seemed out of reach, until a discovery was made by a team of explorers that wold change everything.
Temple of the Jaguar god: Central America: 2081
"P-professor Bancroft! I...found it" exclaimed a young man in his twenties, attracting the older man's attention.
The object in question was buried deep in the ground, but before the team could figure out how to unearth it, it began to pulse and was soon unearthing it's self from the ground.
"W-what is it professor?" asked a female student.
But before the older man could tell her, the massive orb began to glow with a bright neon green energy.
"Hit the deck!" yelled the professor as the orb released a massive energy wave, the older man and his team were soon on the ground trying to protect themselves from the otherworldly energy.
"You can get up now, you silly humans" said a young masculine voice with a giggle.
"Uh...p-professor, you really should look at this" said one of his students, just as he and the others were getting up off the ground.
"Merciful mother of god!!" exclaimed the older man as he saw that the jet that the team had arrived in, was sitting on the ground, and playing with the leaves that littered the ground.
The entire team was speechless as the watched their ride, laughing and playing with the leaves, much like a human toddler.
"T-this...is some anime level shit right here" said one of the students, unable to believe that their jet was now a living being of some kind.
What professor Bancroft and his discovered was beyond anything the humans could ever dream possible, so after much debate about what to name it, he decided to call it the life core.
Once Bancroft and his team had arrived back in America, news about his discovery spread like wildfire. The life core could grant not only life, but actual sentience as well, and what were lifeless machines were now living things.
While these new lifeforms were a scientist's ultimate dream, soon teams all over the world began studying them, finding out that while they were still machines, they also contained a little bit of animal DNA as well.
Which would explain the shark like mouths on the flying ones.
And for a while the world seemed almost at peace, but like the humans of decades past, humanity started using the life core for selfish reasons.
The life core still had a few tricks up its proverbial sleeve, one of which was giving the living machines a more bipedal form, making them a perfect target for woman whose husbands no longer satisfied them sexually.
Once it was confirmed that the living machines were fully equipped, riots began as woman began leaving their own kind for something better.
Cedar grove county Texas: 2618
Cody was walking back from school with his best friend Tommy, "mama's gonna skin me alive when she see's my report card, and it's gonna be even worse once she tells Dad" whimpered the young mixed breed.
"Your papa gonna give ya a whuppin?" asked Tommy.
"Of course he will, were in Texas, the birthplace of ass whuppin" said Cody grimly.
"What about you?" asked Cody.
The boys were coming up to where Cody lived, the younger of the two, tried to hide behind his friend as a frightening figure on the front porch and bellowed.
"I see you Cody Marshall, get in this house, so yer daddy can talk to you!" exclaimed his mother.
"Catch ya later if yer daddy don't kill your ass" laughed Tommy as he headed for home.
Cody looked like a kicked puppy as he came up the front steps, avoiding his mother's sour look, only to stop short at the imposing form of the anthro F-22 bomber stealth jet seated at the table.
"H-hello S-sir" stammered Cody, eyes glancing from his father to the folded over belt on the table, before handing the report card to him, unable to look away as his old man began reading.
Mr. Marshall's expression hardened as he read on, Cody was sure that he would've been a smoldering pile of ash, had his father been looking at him, given how angry he looked.
"Son, this absolutely appalling" stated the bomber jet.
"Upstairs, pants down, and wait for me" ordered Mr. Marshall.
The bomber jet got up and grabbed the tick leather belt from the table, preparing to do what had to be done.
"MORTIMER NO!" exclaimed Mrs. Marshall as she saw her army General husband holding his belt.
"I don't like having to whip the boy, but it has got to be done Lenore" said the jet sadly as he left to deal with Cody
Lenore turned on the radio to block the sound the awful whipping that was going on upstairs.
Ten years later...
Cody's eyes panned from left to right at the shocked faces of his wingmates, once he finished his story.
"I can't believe that the General whupped you like that" said Torque.
"C'mon now, there ain't nothin wrong with spankin" said a black a yellow F-18 cloud skimmer as he passed by the group of cadets.
"It's the twenty second century, corporal punishment should be outlawed" said one of the cadets.
General Marshall happened to be passing by and thought he'd put his two cents in.
"You youngsters should thankful that ya never got beat with actual whips" stated the older jet.
Later that day, after Cody and his squad were off on a mission, to no doubt have some sort of male bonding, his father and several other war veterans were doing a bit of bonding of their own.
An F-18 striker was lashing the bare bottom of Major Stratten, the cries of the Z-95 stinger, caused several soldiers to pull their pants down and started stroking themselves, while a Panzer 77 heavy assault tank had his penis lapped at by a dog.
General Marshall was standing in front of the seated Captain Paxton, wearing nothing but a diaper and a warm smile, the oil tanker reaching out and gently poked and palmed the bomber jet's aching erection.
"Ooohh....daddy....I" moaned the General.
"Tell daddy what you need" whispered the naval captain in a soft sultry voice.
"I...w-want ya to put me across yer knee and spank me" said the jet.
"yes Sir!" exclaimed Paxton, before whipping the General's diaper down and bent him over his broad lap, a smile grazing the oil tanker's face as he prepared to punish his arch rival.
"Looks like were in for a treat boys" exclaimed a naval warship as he dropped his trousers, "always wanted to see the General of the united states army, getting his butt whupped like a naughty kid" smirked the fleet admiral.
"Hmmph, just you wait Abernathy" said the upended bomber jet.
"I'm gonna spank ya till all yer paint comes off" yelled the General.
"Looking forward to it, old friend" stated the jet.
Captain Paxton secured an arm over the jet's back, before raising the other and swooped it down on the General's ample buttocks, landing on the soft metal with a reverberating smack.
Both crews watched what they could, while engaging in their own depraved activities.
"Arghhhh....sweet merciful god!" bellowed the General at the first smack, barely able to brace himself, before the naval captain's monstrous hand crashed down upon his butt once more.
Major Stratten watched the F-18 striker that had whipped him before, was now kneeling behind Admiral Abernathy, licking his ass, and he seemed to be doing a good job of of it too.
General Marshall was grunting with each firm swat, but would not give those naval pussies the pleasure of seeing him cry, the tanker was soon loosing patience with the stubborn jet and began to spank as hard as he could.
"Brake damn you brake!" exclaimed the now very annoyed naval captain, who seemed to be sweating from all the effort he was putting into this.
"C'mon ya navy wimp, my wife can spank harder than that" taunted the bomber jet, earning laughter from his fellow servicemen.
After about forty minutes, Paxton gave up, and let the General up.
"Was that it, navy boy! my dick ain't even hard" said the jet.
Captain Paxton slunk away in shame, grumbling about how the army was full of meanies.
Abernathy was in heaven as the F-18 rimmed him, bouncing his plump metallic ass cheeks on the jet's face.
After the orgy had more or less died down, the General and Abernathy headed to the barracks, flanked by some horny old war vets who were still very horny and wanted to continue the festivities.
A loud grunting came from the bathroom, so the small group followed the noise and entered the bathroom, finding several war veterans engaged in sex acts with the much younger soldiers as well as each other.
A young F-15 was held in place by a Panzer F-88 tank, while a F-92 stealth jet lovingly bathed the youngsters balls with a very skilled tongue, moving ever so slightly up the lad's swollen dick with gentle swipes.
Abernathy moved into the stall on the far left and sat down on the toilet, waiting for someone to service him, even if that someone just happened to be a dog, the oil tanker wasn't picky.
Just outside the barracks, a couple of police planes were furiously masturbating with their uniform trousers and service belts around their ankles.
Abernathy was moaning loudly as the General lapped at the oil tanker's massive cock, along with his dog.
"Ahhhhhh....merciful god! that feels good" exclaimed the tanker.
The cops that were spying on them from outside, were unable to hold back any longer.
"S-suck my dick Sarge" yelled the younger officer, only for the older plane to drop to his knees and engulfed the smaller plane's dick.
Both the bomber jet and the tanker were aware of the cops presence for some time, and couldn't be happier about being watched by fellow servicemen.
The bomber jet pulled back just as the tanker's cock exploded in a tremendous orgasm. Abernathy's oily cum burst from the shaft, spraying the roof of the bathroom with ease, before the dog lapped his monstrous dick clean.
The bomber jet let the dog lap at his penis for a bit, moaning in relief as he began pissing, "ohhhhh....that's a good doggy....lick daddy's dick" said the General happily.
Cody and his squad had come back just before dinner, Cody had gone to the house the he shared with his father, and found his old man sitting at the table with a tired look on his face.
"Missed you pops" said Cody as he went over to the General and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth, before grabbing a bowl of whatever his dad had cooked and heated it up.
"Missed you too kiddo" replied the perplexed jet after being kissed on the mouth.
"Have a good time with your platoon?" asked Cody with a knowing tone to his voice.
"Well...I....uhhhh" stammered the older jet, who was quite flustered.
"Busted!" exclaimed Cody with a snicker.
"I spoke to Stratten on my way here, and he spilled the beans about how you showed the old timers and those naval pansy's a good time."
"Don't think any less of yer old man" said the General playfully smacked his son's butt.
"I got a call from Grandpa a little while ago, and he said he was coming to visit on the 14th" said Cody between bites.
The General paled at thought of his ultra strict father coming to visit. "Y-you said that he would be here on the 14th" said the jet with a tremble.
"That's today" whimpered the General.
"ALL RIGHT MAGGOTS, FALL IN" bellowed a very familiar voice.
Both Cody and his father jumped out of their seats and gave a sharp salute to the imposing jet that entered the house.
"Hello Son" said the elderly jet as he crossed the distance from the front door to where his son and grandson stood.
"At ease" said the elder bomber jet as he opened his arms.
"Don't just stand there, give me a damn hug" ordered the elder jet.
Cody was snatched and crushed against his grandfather's chest in a loving embrace, before kissing his grandson and smacked his butt lovingly.
After releasing Cody from the hug, he went over and did he same thing to his son.
"Now, who wants a good spanking?" asked the older jet with a warm smile and a very hard cock.
Cody and his father both looked at each other and were thinking the same thing.
This was going to be a long visit.