Medical Release
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Yamon Yamalee, a prime example of a good soldier. He was strong, courageous, and dedicated to the "Great Journey". He was an intelligent officer that was very well looked upon. He was preparing his platoon for the invasion of another human colony that was called "Planet Omega 101".
His gave out the mission briefing while the Elites equipped themselves with the standard gear. They had even been issued translators to listen in on humans in hopes of acquiring any information that could be useful. Yamon really hated humans, to the point where he enjoyed killing them. Even his subordinates shared the same ill hatred and pleasure of crushing their enemy.
There was a large tremor throughout the drop ship as it entered the planet's atmosphere. Yamon shook off the following dizziness and drifted his eyes over to a sniping squad of Jackals and a smaller group of Grunts talking to each other. They were classed as low beings, under the Elites, but this was only things that Yamon was sensitive about. The Grunts and Jackals weren't enemies, so why should he think such things about them. They were in fact his allies, and many times had there been sacrifices made by their races which kept him breathing to this day. He always wanted to be great to them all, as an ally would but he would bring shame on himself by the other elites if he did such a thing. He sure did hate that rule.
"30 seconds to LZ!" yelled a grunt over the intercom.
This grunt was not even going into combat zone, but still sounded pretty scared in his announcement. A look around the drop ship bay had the same signs of anxiety on the soldier's faces. Even though they would be fighting against lowly pathetic humans, fear loomed around and nobody spoke a word.
"10 seconds!" shouted the frightened grunt again over the intercom.
The sounds of explosions, machine guns, and plasma fire echoed through the metallic hull from the outside growing louder and more violent every passing second. A large thud was heard and felt by everyone, followed by a large squealing hiss as the pressure changed from the opening air lock. It opened slowly and left a large transparent blue energy shield that gave a view of the human defense and the attack. The soldier's gained a bit of happiness when they saw a Covenant Assault Cruiser bomb out a human artillery bunker with ease, and a few even let out a rally cheer. Then all fell silent as the intercom switched on and they heard the voice of a prophet, probably recorded as there was a slim chance that a prophet would be aboard a combat drop ship. The low volume scratchy voice which was hard to hear said,
"My friends, my comrades, today you fight an important battle for the Covenant. This will cripple a large part of the human fleet and speed up the rest of this war. As some of you pray for your lives or for your loved ones, remember to think of our cause, for what we strive for and never forget it.
Some of you may die out there today and I cannot change it as much as I dislike the fact, but none of you shall die in vain, for your before your death, your life has contributed as much as it could to our cause and I thank you in advance for it.
We shall soon simply pass beyond this simple Covenant and ascend ourselves into godhood, once the humans are out of the way. We are close my brethren, so strap on your armor, load you weapons, and get ready to fulfill your path to the Great Journey!"
With those final words, a quick loud rally cry and celebration was held before the countdown of the drop sounded. Starting at ten, everyone got back to their battle stations readied themselves for the fight ahead. A few elites were still barking orders at their squads on basic covering maneuvers and objectives.
"Zero!" squeaked the intercom speaker as a large whine was heard.
The shield suddenly flashed a couple times then disappeared. Instinctively the whole force charged out into a spray of machine gun fire and smoke. The first sense to hit Yamon was the smell of burning flesh and death. .50 cal guns cut down a few jackals and grunts as he directed his platoon to cover and attack positions.
Air support would soon arrive to provide extra time for the infantry to move up. Yamon cursed at the humans when the bombs dropped on them silencing most of the guns for a while. Most of the force moved forward and was even joined by Wraith tanks off another drop ship. As his platoon reached the first checkpoint which happened to be a crashed UNSC pelican, they took cover waiting for further orders while Yamon took a head count.
"Dammit. We already lost six men." Ramon cursed.
Suddenly a grunt that was standing up checking his breathing mask, dropped down with a large hole through the temple of his head, dead. A large smoke stream was seen dissipating from where the grunt has been shot with a loud distinctive bang shortly after.
"Make that seven, sir..." said a smaller but well- built elite next to Yamon. "I think I see where he is! Let me take the bastard out!" yelled over an excited but stressed jackal.
Yamon just nodded, and with that the human sized avian like creature sprinted to a nearby chunk of rubble and camped behind it. He removed his long beam rifle from his shoulder and propped it up so his eye was lined with the scope. He was scanning a far off building, about 600 meters away and suddenly held still. He removed his eye from the scope, keeping the rifle steady and looked over at Yamon with a wink and a mouthing of the words,
"I see his ass."
He then looked through the scope again and made a few small adjustments. He held still for a few seconds, holding his breath and suddenly fired. The solid purple beam sailed at near light speed towards the intended target and made a large flash when the destination was reached. The young jackal un-shouldered his weapon and yelled over,
"I got that bastard!" with a huge grin on his face he ran back over and faced Yamon.
All Yamon could say out of pure amazement was,
"Remind me to give you a promotion later on soldier."
"Yes sir!" chirped the excited recruit.
******
It was about five hours later and most of the human defenses had been crushed. Yamon had been placed in charge of a small squad while the rest of his platoon had suffered many casualties earlier on. His squad consisted of two grunts, two jackals, including the sharpshooting one from before, and another elite besides himself. They were ordered to patrol a high alert area where humans could be hiding out using guerilla war tactics. Yamon only hoped that command was wrong. He particularly liked living and really wanted to go back home and maybe even start a family, away from all the chaos of war.
He never would have to worry about the "Great Journey" as long as he could find a love for himself, he would be happy forever. But if he wanted to go back to make a life like that, he would have to survive out here first. For most of the time nothing ever happened. All buildings were checked, found empty and so on. The ambient noises of combat were still around them but mostly from the east were the main battalion was advancing. The grunts and jackals started thinking it may have been to quiet and started to ask question.
Next thing they knew, they had one hell of an answer. A small ambush by a squad of humans quickly opened fire from a nearby building almost instantly taking out a grunt. The rest found cover behind a group of burned and tossed over cars and returned fire. A human was soon hit by the sharpshooting jackal and his trusty beam rifle, while Yamon raised his carbine and dropped another marine in one shot. The humans pulled off to another window and continued firing while a revenge motivated grunt after losing his friend threw a plasma grenade which onto a soldier's weapon. He instantly started to panic and scream, regained his conscious and threw the weapon as hard as he could, but it was too late. The grenade detonated only five feet in front of the marine which launched him back into a wall which made him invisible behind a large structural pillar. Another marine watching what happened concentrated his fire on the grunt, with Yamon pulling him into cover just in time before the area was peppered with bullets.
This time the marines decided to throw one of their own fragmentation grenades, trying to land it behind one of the cars. The dead eye accurate jackal thought too fast though as he expertly caught the pineapple in his hand and launched it back to its origin spot. It detonated sending shrapnel into a nearby marine's leg, causing him to scream in pain and fall to the ground holding his injury. Many thoughts were racing through Yamon's mind, most of them happy, as they were presently winning this battle.
A surprise struck his face when he saw a figure standing on the roof of the bombed out building looking down at the jackal which apparently hadn't noticed him. Yamon could almost see a smile appear on the marine's face as he bent down and picked up a large double rocket launcher placing it on his shoulder, aiming at the unaware jackal. Yamon yelled over at him, but couldn't do more than watch as a rocket was fired from the weapon which instantly detonated on the jackal's body which blasted him in a spray of blood and entrails. A sudden fear and hate swelled up in Yamon. Blinded by his anger he charged at the human defense firing his carbine. The rest of his men stood in shock of what he was doing. Even a couple of the marines lowered their weapons and their jaws at what they were watching. Yamon was indeed filled with rage, but he was not all foolish in the attack. He had seen a whole immediately and took his chances. They seemed to pull through for him as luck and his comrades kept alive till he reached the edge of the bombed out building.
He peeked inside without the humans noticing and saw about eight of them left with many other bodies all around the floor in large pools of blood. He reloaded his carbine, peeked in slowly...and fired. He fired a whole clip into just a few marines, ducking behind cover to reload again with fire concentrated on the opening where he was. When the ammo counter on the carbine lit up green and enemy fire had ceased, he poked out again and shot fiercely at the marines, taking out all but one, who was cowering in the corner lucky as hell not to have been hit, only being saved by another fallen teammate It seemed he was out of ammo, but so was Yamon now once again.
One of his squad, another elite who was still alive threw an energy sword over to Yamon after calling his name. The officer skillfully caught it, activated it, and glared at the marine with a slight smirk. The frightened soldier looked up and broke from his terrifying trance as the large elite sprinted at him. He was frozen until he felt a metallic object behind him. Immediately thinking it was a weapon, he held it up to the elite right in front of him, ready to strike, and pulled the trigger. Luckily for the marine it was an M6C sidearm which he had fired an apparently made a hit on his target, as Yamon instantly slumped to the ground, motionless and sliding a little since he was running. He had crashed down right of the terrified marine. Looking down he had noticed the creature was still alive, but barely. He stood up quickly and pointed the pistol at Yamon's head. Blurred thoughts racing through Yamon's head, as he could barely see, wrapped in fear. The soldier was about to pull the trigger, to finish off
Yamon, when suddenly an overcharged plasma bolt fired from a terrified grunt's gun hit the uncovered marine in the back which caused a splash of blood to flow out as the human melted in front of Yamon, dropping down in a crippled, sloppy mess.
A grip of pain to hold of Yamon, as did confusion, and weariness. He slowly slipped unconscious. He dreamed many things while he was out cold. He kept repeating to himself that he wasn't dead. He convinced himself that he would live on, be sent home, find his love, and live happy forever.
******
As he thought about his happy life he wanted to live, he slowly drifted back to reality, with a new pain gripping his head from where it once left and more pain all over the rest of his body. All he could see was white, but once his eyes started to focus the brightness went down a bit. What he first noticed was that he was wrapped up in a bedding cloth and lying in a cubicle bed with a sheet in front. He soon picked up voices that were pretty faded but were still close. It sounded like a couple elites, but his grogginess didn't allow him to be sure.
He immediately said out loud to himself, "Where am I?"
He quickly got a response out of nowhere saying,
"You are in the infirmary my friend, and you are lucky to be alive."
As soon as the sentence was finished, the bad curtain opened revealing a small jackal with medical clothing sitting at a desk on a computer right next to Yamon. The jackal kept to his work before turning to the confused elite and said,
"Please do not move as you are seriously injured. We had to take a damn bullet fragment out of your skull. Because of this surgery, you cannot leave the building for a few weeks. You must remain here for that time to heal and rehabilitate yourself. Also with the right conditions, you may even be sent home if more damage has been done than we thought, but it all depends on how you recover." The doctor's voice was scratchy but understandable.
This sparked some happiness into the elite's heart, but then he wondered about another matter and asked the doctor,
"If I recover fully, will I return to combat?"
The jackal turned around again hearing this, stood up and walked over to Yamon and full understanding of him sadly said,
"I'm afraid you will, but only if you recover fully without any problems. I've got more work to do, so I'll leave you to your thoughts."
Yamon looked at himself for major wounds as the doctor walked towards the door. Yamon then looked under the sheet he was covered in to find that he was naked.
"Ummm...excuse me?" Yamon hastily worded to the jackal about to leave.
He turned around to this replying with,
"Yes? Something you need?" with a questioning look on his face.
"Yes...uhhh is there like, a bio-suit around here that I can wear, because I'm sort of-"
"Naked?" interrupted the doctor.
"Yes..."
"Sorry but your injuries are too serious to have any constriction on your body at all. Don't worry it won't be for long and it should feel nice."
The doctor then laughed and continued,
"Also, none of the staff will try anything funny, if you get I mean." He said with a smile.
Turning to leave but sharply turning back, the spirited jackal said,
"Also we'll be sending a nurse in later to help feed and take care of you."
With that he turned around again and left out of view.
Yamon lay back down to get a little rest as he became increasingly sore around his head with pain on the inside from a massive migraine developing.
"I'll just sleep this shit off. No need to feel it for hours until I get to eat."
He drifted off once again to his wonderful dreams of being free from the military and its hellish grip on him. He awoke in pitch blackness to a voice. It sounded female and it was calling out his name, but it was far away. It didn't stop there though. The voice got closer which made it louder, giving it an echo that rang in his ears. Being as loud as it was, he thought it was a beautiful voice, so he tried to answer it.
"Yes! I'm here! Who is it?!"
"Who the hell do you think it is?"
"...Huh?"
He was forced awake when a few a small cup of water was poured on his face snapping out of his dream, face to face with another jackal. It blinked, standing there looking at Yamon, who was scared and confused of what just happened. She looked at him with a smile and said,
"There we go, that seems to have gotten your attention."
"...What the hell was that, and why did you do it?"
"Oh, well sorry. You just looked like you were uncomfortable, like you were having a nightmare."
"I was actually having a weird dream..."
"I'm glad I could help." replied the jackal with a small giggle. "Anyway I'll clean you up. I hope that the doctor told you about me."
"Yes, yes he did. Are you the nurse that was sent to help me?"
"Yes, yes I am and don't worry, I am definitely here to help you."
They talked for a long time about a lot of things. Beliefs, personal life, how they joined the military, and many other things. They had almost instantly connected with each other talking to each other on very personal subjects. It had seemed like hours of chatting before Yamon's stomach growled very loudly, interrupting his sentence.
"Oh well look at that." said the jackal calmly standing up, still looking at Yamon.
"Oh I'm sorry. I guess I haven't eaten in a while, since I've been in here a while now." said Yamon a little embarrassed for having his hunger interrupt their discussion.
"I'll get your food ready, you must be hungry." still giggling and skipping towards the door.
"Yeah, I guess a little." chuckled Yamon.
He got a good view of the giddy nurse as she was walking away. She was in fact very cute to him despite their difference of races. She was wearing a white nursing uniform with a frilled skirt. It complimented her tanned, slightly scaly skin, which shined in the light. Her eyes were like sunset rubies made nicer with the sweet smile she always wore.
She walked back through the door with a tray of food and he snapped out of his day dream. Looking down he saw that he had grown a little thinking of the nurse. He quickly rearranged himself so that his growth was hidden as the jackal moved closer and sat next to him, handing over the tray of food, still smiling and staring at Yamon.
He thanked her and began to eat. She watched him the whole time until he was finished. It wasn't that much, but it was very delicious and filling to him. He turned to her and thanked her again with a grin. She also had a large smile.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I made it myself" exclaimed the beautiful nurse.
"All the more reason to love it." replied Yamon in a tender voice.
"Oh really! Thank you! And you can call me Flora" she said giggling and blushing more.
"Oh, alright, I'm Yamon, nice to meet you." blushing as well, and getting a little hard off how cute she was.
They then stared in each other's eyes for a minute or so before Flora said,
"Uhhh, I also have dessert for you if you would like it." blushing a little heavier.
"But...I couldn't, you've been too nice to me already." said Yamon in a lower but still caring tone.
"It's alright. How about we share it then?" said Flora still grinning and blushing towards Yamon.
"Well alright, I guess that can work" said Yamon now smiling again. "Thank you."
"No problem." Flora replied now really happy and looking about ready to cry.
She then lunged forward without hesitation or warning and put her muzzle against Yamon's into a passionate kiss. As suddenly as it happened she pulled back with a desperate look on her face. Yamon's had an expression of confusion and a little bit of shock. Flora's face then blushed almost fully red which looked like she was angry on her tanned skin. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to turn away almost yelling,
"I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" with sobs forming after her broken words. She stood up sharply and turned away, sobs growing louder.
Yamon who had pulled away from his confusion grabbed her arm when she stood up and pulled her towards him, catching her in his own arms. He rolled her over and kissed her, with her kissing him back. After a minute, it was broken letting Yamon say,
"I don't want you to go, and I don't want to go back to the war. I want to stay with you. I know you're the one I'm destined to be with."
Her orange-red eyes gleamed from the tears and light of the room. She began to cry again but was silenced with another long passionate kiss from Yamon. This time Flora spoke,
"I want you too. So bad. So bad. I love you." said between her sobs of happiness.
She climbed on top of him and they kissed more. Flora had even pushed her tongue into Yamon's mouth where both of their tongues swirled and played around together. When the kiss was broken this time, a thin trail of saliva still connected their tongues together. They both wore a devious smile and began to kiss again, more passionate and loving by the minute they continued.
Flora had removed the sheet by now and was touching and feeling every part of Yamon she could. She reached her hand down lower to discover his growing member. With tongues still tied, she began to rub and pull on his almost fully erect cock. She pulled her tongue out of Yamon's mouth and lowered her head towards his nine inch hard on he had.
She continued to stroke and play with it, occasionally giving the tip a kiss or a lick. Yamon was enjoying himself far beyond he ever hoped and tried to think of other things so he would not cum right away. Flora carried on with her routine with licking and kissing the top of his member. She then curled her tongue around the length and shoved it all in her mouth. This made Yamon gasp and moan with pleasure.
Flora had been enjoying this almost as much as Yamon had. During the process she pulled her clothes off. First her blouse, which revealed perky, smooth, and rather large breasts, with soft pink nipples that made Yamon drool. It also had made him harder with his fantastic view. She had even ripped of her small skirt to reveal the horny jackal's pink lips that were already wet.
Flora continued to suck off her partner as she begun to finger herself. She moaned with pleasure with Yamon's cock still in her mouth making him moan as well. Yamon was really close to cumming now, which Flora knew. She bobbed her head faster and faster, which in tune Yamon thrusted himself into her muzzle in unison with her.
"Hey Flor- ugh, I can't hold it! I'm gonna come!" grunted Yamon with broken up words from his pleasure.
To this, Flora stuck her thumb in the air giving an "Ok." to the elite. At that exact moment Yamon let loose, shooting ropes of his seed into her muzzle. She reacted quickly and swallowed it all, not letting any go to waste.
After his orgasm was done, she cleaned him off and looked up at him with glazed eyes.
"Oh my god, that was amazing!" Yamon said leaning forward, kissing her. He didn't taste himself as much as he thought he would, so Flora must have swallowed most of it.
"Now it's my turn to taste you." he said with a laugh.
She giggled too as he flipped her over in the bed onto her back. He then lowered his head as she had done before. Placing his face in front of her sex he got a full view of how wet and swollen it was, just begging to be fucked. Yamon wanted to go slow with this, to give more pleasure to his partner and time with her hole to himself. The pheromones coming off of her made him harder and hornier. He roughly set his lips on hers and played around with her sex with his tongue. She moaned deeply, overwhelmed by the sudden massage.
He continued to lick all over her, lapping up her juices that she delivered nonstop. Her moans made him lick deeper and faster which fueled her sweet nectar to flow more. Yamon switched his attention to Flora's clit, licking and nibbling on it. Flora yelped and almost screamed in pleasure from this, moving her arms over Yamon's head, pushing it closer to herself. He stuck his tongue deep inside her, flailing it around, determined to make her come.
He got his wish when she arched her back, shaking and screaming, releasing a flood of cum out of her sex hole. Yamon swallowed almost all of it, but there was too much for him. The rest poured onto the bed in a puddle.
Yamon then cleaned up her cum and waited for her orgasm to pass. The first thing she said after regaining her composure was simply,
"Oh, Yamon fuck me now! I want you so badly inside of me! Fuck me and make me cum again!" breathing heavily after nearly screaming this.
"Alright. I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" braked Yamon.
He positioned himself above her while she was still on her back, pointing his cock towards his lover's pussy. He rubbed the tip along the lips of her sex, making them both moan. Staring into each other's eyes, Flora nodded signaling Yamon to proceed. He pressed the tip harder against her, pushing aside her swollen lips and entering into her love tunnel. Right away he met resistance and knew what it was.
"You ready? This may hurt a bit." he said softly to her.
Flora just nodded and braced herself. Yamon knowing what would happen decided to get it over with as fast as possible. He thrusted a little hard into the awaiting jackal, breaking her hymen, making the jackal to yelp a bit. A small trickle of blood seeped out of her tunnel onto the bed.
"It hurts." groaned Flora, with a pained expression on her face.
"Don't worry. I'll help you. It will be better soon." replied Yamon slightly smiling.
He pulled his long member out almost to the very tip, and then pushed back inside. He continued the motion, back and forth. Slowly the pain subsided; washed over by pleasure. Flora soon began to moan out loud, hanging her tongue out of the side of her mouth. Yamon responded instinctively by leaning forward and meeting her tongue with his in a long, love filled kiss.
"Oh my god. That feels so good. Keep fucking me!' panted the jackal between her long, labored breaths.
"I wouldn't dream of stopping ever." grunted the elite through his short, fast breaths.
He started to pound faster at her cunt which was now dripping wet of her fluids mixed with his pre, creating a perfect lubricant for them. They were both sweating like pigs which made their sex hotter for them both. While keeping his pace, Yamon lowered his head to Flora's breasts and began to lick and suck on her nipples.
Her moans were now turning into long cries of lust, which in turn made the elite grunt louder and pump her faster than before. They were both getting close. Yamon could feel the jackal's internal vaginal muscles gripping and massaging his cock waiting to take all his cum he would soon blow into her.
He tried to focus away from the great feeling on pumping his meat into such a tight hole, so that he would be able to last a little longer, but he was having trouble. She looked just so damn cute to him. Blushing face, with tears welling in her eyes from immense pleasure, screaming out his name wanting him to blow all of his seed into her. Her pussy was getting really tight now as he was really close.
He leaned forward again to kissed her quickly then saying in a short grunt,
"I'm...gonna...cum...baby." with his expression changing fast.
He made one last hard thrust into her all the way in, in which Flora grabbed his shoulders pulling him all the way inside her where he lost the last of his control and blew large ropes of cum into her womb, instantly filling her up. The rest poured out of her tunnel and formed a large pool below them. Yamon grunted loudly, still sewing cum into his mate, while Flora screamed at the top of her lungs, and arching her back after cumming herself. They both were shaking due to their massive orgasms. They sat in silence for a few minutes. (Excluding their loud, labored, and long breaths)
When Yamon's member was small enough he pulled himself out of his lover and rolled over to the other side of her. When Flora came to her senses she rolled to face Yamon and gave him another kiss.
"I love you!" she said happily.
"I love you too!" he replied just as happy.
"When I am healed fully, we will leave this 'Covenant' and run away together to live in peace."
"Sounds like a great plan to me. Maybe we can play another game of 'Soldier and nurse'."
They both just smiled and laughed, dreaming of their perfect future ahead of them together, holding each other close as to not let themselves be torn away from each other by anything.
The End