Missy Goes to West Point

by P. G. Allison

  Now, suddenly she was seeing things in a whole new way. Missy was a werecat? Maybe, just maybe, those Fates knew what they were doing. Maybe, having Missy be in her squad and be her roommate was really meant to be. Rather than being a risk or anything bad, this was a wonderful blessing. They could help one another. So far, everything she’d seen from Missy had been very positive. And, that energy bolt. Wow! She thought only witches could throw energy bolts. Of course, she really had no idea at all about werecats. She was now rather looking forward to finding out all about them. And, to maybe finding a true friend, right here at West Point.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Jul 2018

  It was 1600 hours and, once again, time for mass athletics. Missy loved this period even more than PT in the mornings. Every day, there were sports activities for her to participate in and for an hour and a half, she could go all out. She’d already tried out for soccer, lacrosse and judo and had impressed everyone so much that each of these clubs now wanted her. Of these, only soccer was available as a varsity sport for women, so she figured that’s what she’d probably end up doing in the fall season.

  For now, it was fun to try out every day for various activities. Some of them provided an opportunity to compete against the upperclass cadets, turning the tables on the squad leaders. It was especially nice to kick the butts of those leaders who were constantly hazing plebes all of the other times. Unfortunately, they wouldn’t let her do any boxing against any of the men. She’d have liked going up against Jamieson. But, she was able to watch Tony Fugia actually get to do that, while she and Marcus cheered him on.

  Today she asked if they’d let her put on an exhibition, highlighting some of her karate skills. This was initially met with both cheers and jeers, but once they finally did let her get out there and she began putting on her show, a large group quickly gathered around. She knew exhibitions weren’t really what the mass athletics program was designed for but, when her request for a “one time thing” got approved, she took full advantage. She’d been very persuasive. And, after all, she did have her third degree black belt and was pretty sure there’d be a lot of interest.

  Missy was fun to watch and she knew just how to please the crowd. About twenty minutes into her demonstration, she invited any of the audience members who might have some karate experience to join her. This was merely an exhibition, with no sparring or contact. And, there were some guys out there who knew a few things; they were all quick to volunteer.

  Missy had always made a point of not damaging what she considered to be the very fragile egos which most guys had, especially concerning any physical prowess competitions. So, as each guy came forward, she managed to choreograph an entertaining display that somehow made each of them look pretty good. She knew how to move in ways that suggested she was barely able to escape at the last minute from some skillful attack from her male opponent and, surely had this been for real, that guy would have indeed kicked her ass. Some of her movements drew laughter, at the way she danced and cavorted out there. There were very few who truly recognized what she was doing, how she was manipulating things and how incredibly skilled she herself really was.

  Tracy knew, though. Missy was constantly surprising her and they had been getting along really well since sharing their secrets on Sunday. Most of their squad were gathered around now, all watching Missy. They’d sort of gotten used to keeping an eye on her at these mass athletics sessions, waiting to see what she’d do next. She and Marcus had clearly been stepping up as their leaders, but they both were always encouraging everyone else to strive harder also. They made sure that everyone’s input was included before any decisions affecting the squad were made. Even Gary Sabre was now showing a lot more confidence in himself.

  Gary was their one member running in the white group and, at first, he was even having trouble keeping up with that group. Lagging any further behind was not an option, though, and he had really made an effort to avoid that. He was a bit of a nerd and was not in very good shape. He had a brilliant mind but had never really been athletic. In the beginning, he was even a little pudgy. Then, Missy started helping him.

  She had noticed him and had decided to see what she could do. When she had first approached him at PT, he clearly was very much in awe of her. He did not consider himself very attractive to women and was usually very timid with girls. He was not unattractive, but not being athletic and being somewhat soft and pudgy, he had no confidence in himself. With Missy, he was unable to think straight. She was an inch taller than he was and clearly in top physical condition while he was just a wimp. The fact that she was also such a beautiful girl was way too much. He wouldn’t even look at her but kept his eyes cast downward instead.

  Missy had explained that he needed to work his way out of the slow group and had told him she’d be helping. Then, she’d asked him to look into her eyes. The first time she’d said that, he’d ignored her and kept his eyes downcast. But, then she’d insisted so he’d finally looked up. He’d watched as her eyes began to change, with lots of yellow and gold speckles appearing. She’d said that his goal for that day was to stay ahead of at least five others. Do that, and things would improve. Then, she’d walked away. During that day’s run, he somehow had managed staying ahead of at least six others and by the end of the run he was feeling rather proud of himself.

  Missy had then come up again each day and always had him stare into her eyes. He’d gotten used to doing that, no longer feeling self conscious about it, since she’d really seemed so nice and was so easy to be with. Her eyes were incredible. But, it was her encouragement that had mattered more. She’d insisted he stay ahead of at least ten others the second time. Then, it was fifteen. Then, twenty. Two days earlier, he’d been up with the leaders the whole run. In another day or so, he knew he could be retested and would qualify to advance to the gold group. His whole squad had started paying attention to his progress every day and their encouragement had really helped. He had even lost that pudgy look as his level of fitness steadily improved. All of a sudden, he just felt so much better about himself and was excited at the way his squad was behind him and pulling for him. Not a single person was criticizing him. Even Jamieson was no longer yelling at him.

  Missy had actually been doing even more, which only Tracy was aware of. Each day, while Gary was staring into her eyes, she’d been pushing some of her energy into him. He couldn’t feel that, since it wasn’t a pressure pulse or anything he could feel. Instead, this was more like the healing energy she’d pushed into Mike’s sister, Michelle. Tracy had only noticed her doing this the day before but, being able to sense Missy’s energy with her abilities as a witch, she immediately had recognized what Missy was doing. And, she then knew that Missy must have been doing this right along which helped explain Gary’s very significant progress and improved fitness.

  When Tracy had asked Missy about it that night, while Kelly was out of the room, Missy had said, “Sure, I’ve been giving Gary a little push and feeding him a little extra. Isn’t he doing great? We need every member of our squad to be giving one hundred percent, right? So we can win top squad later on? Gary seemed a few percent short of that, so I figured I’d give him a boost. He probably won’t even need my help much longer. Haven’t you noticed how much stronger he seems now? A lot of it’s just the mental attitude and Gary’s now really getting with the program.”

  Today, Tracy watched as Missy concluded her karate exhibition and insisted on having each of the guys who had joined her go back and take a bow. The bantering back and forth was really entertaining and Tracy once again marveled at how Missy seemed to make things happen with no apparent effort.

  Earlier that day they’d been learning first aid. When their class instructor had asked if anyone out there had any prior experience, of course Missy’s hand had gone up. Her squad was used to this now. Did being a certified life guard count? Oh, yes, indeed that was excellent experience. Could Missy come forward? Be an assistant that day, helping the instructor d
emonstrate various key things? Sure. While the instructor was clearly the one up there teaching, once again it was Missy participating in a way that not only demonstrated how proficient she was, but was somehow making things look simple and easy for others to learn. Instead of this being a boring class, which many might not have benefited from, it suddenly became an interesting class. Everyone paid attention and ended up learning something.

  It wasn’t just Missy, though. Each day, their squad found more and more reasons to be proud of itself as a unit and proud of each of their squad members as individuals. Inspired by what Missy and Marcus were doing, everyone else began contributing more and more. They also were getting bolder and bolder, giving poor Jamieson more and more nonsense to deal with. It had reached the point where he absolutely refused to allow anyone to speak a single word during meals. Too many times it had been obvious that someone was messing with him.

  He had indeed lost control of them ever since that “body mass incident” with Missy the first week and now he’d found it far easier to get through the meals by pretty much ignoring them. He pretended not to notice all the unauthorized big bites. To their credit, they were now very skilled at how they would sneak their food. No blatant behavior but they were getting to eat all the food they wanted at each meal, no problem. On the positive side, it was becoming very obvious that his squad was definitely one of the top squads in the whole company. Since that made him look good, he really didn’t mind. All part of “The Game”, as Missy had described it to everyone else in the squad.

  That night, when they once again finally had a few minutes of free time, Angel came in and the four girls all relaxed while they talked about the day’s activities. This had become routine now. The squad that Angel and Kelly were in was also gaining a reputation as one of the stronger squads. More and more, the guys from both squads were dropping by to check with the girls about one thing or another, often standing in the hallway since there wasn’t enough room for everyone to crowd inside.

  Then, as it became more and more common for Angel to make one of her naughty comments, the comic relief that provided became an even bigger draw for them to stop by. She had such an easy going manner, always very open and in your face, which she combined with a blatant sexuality that was impossible to resist. She wasn’t really inviting any sexual advances but somehow managed to always get the guys stirred up. No matter how outrageous her suggestive remarks would get or how deliciously sinful she’d hint that her behavior could be, she was never coming on to any of them. They were not being invited to join in or participate in such awful behavior.

  Tonight, when Marcus had started to make a comment about something, she’d actually outdone herself. He had only gotten as far as saying, “You wouldn’t want me to be indecent …” when Angel had interrupted him.

  She’d said, “Oh, but I actually insist that all my men be indecent.” She’d paused and looked around, making sure everyone was listening and that no upperclass cadets were nearby. “When they’re long enough, hard enough and in far enough, that’s when they’re in decent.” Marcus never did get to finish whatever he had intended saying, due to all the raucous laughter.

  A few guys had stopped by after that, but the girls had bantered with them and then chased them off, finally leaving their door closed for a bit of privacy. Kelly decided to bring up a subject she’d been curious about for awhile now. “Tracy, I know Missy has this incredible boyfriend back home. She even claims she can sense him back there, using some of her woo-woo powers. Of course, Angel and I recognize the so called bond she’s bragging about is really just Missy’s huge radius of lust, keeping her on that perpetual edge. But, what about you? You haven’t told us about any of your boyfriends. Time to share, Tracy.”

  Missy jumped in first and said, “Whoa! Not fair, Kelly, you first! Leave Tracy alone. You and Angel are clearly the ones with some tales to tell when it comes to boyfriends.”

  Angel laughed and said, “Yes, but you already know we’re just a couple of slutty whores so our stories don’t count. We want to hear about all the guys Tracy’s been banging. Those stories will be much more interesting.”

  Kelly said, “Very funny, Angel. You’re always kidding and I never know when you’re serious. But, yeah … I admit that I’ve slept around. So what? I really like having sex. And, guys like having sex with me. Of course, I’d never consider marrying any of those guys. But Tracy? We all know you’re not one to bang a lot of guys. You probably only did it with one or two special guys, right?”

  Missy once again tried to come to Tracy’s rescue. “I don’t think you should be putting anyone on the spot, Kelly. Tracy might not really be comfortable …”

  Tracy interrupted and blurted out a quick statement. “I’m a virgin. There haven’t been any guys. Okay?”

  There was a long pause, and then finally Kelly spoke up. “Oh! Okay. I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel bad. I really didn’t mean to, Tracy. Honest. I … we … umm …”

  “It’s okay, Kelly. Really, don’t worry.” Tracy looked at each of them. “There just hasn’t been anyone that I’d … you know. I’m sure my guy is out there, somewhere. In a way, it’s easier for me right now. I’m not really missing anyone.”

  Missy said, “Hey, it’s late. Let’s all go to bed. And, trust me girls. After the day I’ve had, Mike could be standing outside that door and I still wouldn’t care. Absolutely no being on any edge tonight. Nope, not me!” Everyone laughed, as Missy had hoped, and then Angel left and they all climbed into bed. Kelly turned out the light and, a little later, Missy knew she’d fallen asleep.

  Missy knew Tracy was awake, though, and she remained awake herself for a long time afterwards. Mike, I really miss you! Then, as she sensed an emotional response coming back from him, thanks to her wonderful bond with him, she did drift off to sleep. She’d definitely been on edge, though. Her nipples had been aching and her clit had been throbbing. A little more than four weeks yet to go -- she couldn’t wait.

  Chapter Twenty

  Jul 2018

  Missy and her squad had learned Close Quarters Combativeness. They’d all had some Bayonet Training. They’d done road marches carrying full packs and their weapon. They’d learned lots and lots about their weapon. How to strip it down, clean it and reassemble it. Soon, they’d get to learn how to actually fire their weapon which she was looking forward to. She had never fired either a pistol or a rifle.

  They’d all learned about Nuclear, Biological and Chemical matters. Very scary stuff. If they ever really needed to do any fighting while wearing all the Army’s protective gear to avoid being exposed to any of those, it would be extremely difficult. Just wearing a gas mask was a challenge. They were all actually tested in a gas chamber, filled with tear gas.

  First, they’d entered wearing the mask. That was to give them some confidence about how good the protection was. To reinforce that, so they’d experience what tear gas was like without the mask, they’d been required to remove the mask and recite a few things. Then, they’d been allowed to walk, not run, to the exit. Even though they’d all taken a deep breath and held it, prior to unmasking, this exercise was designed to be very unpleasant. And, it was. Tear gas, of course, wouldn’t kill them. But, a lot of the stuff they might someday have to deal with on the battlefield could be very, very lethal. And, they’d die a slow and agonizing death from that stuff as well. Ugh!

  On the fun side, Missy had gone back for her body fat test once the two weeks had passed. Although she’d managed to eat a lot of food, the content wasn’t as high in lean protean as her werecat body really needed. So, her total weight was down. And, since there were a lot of carbs and fat in the food she was eating, no surprise, her body fat percentage had increased. So, she now weighed 144 pounds and her body fat was ten percent. Her DPE officer still thought that was low but congratulated her on making progress. He wanted her to again be checked after two more weeks.

  At dinner that night, she’d given Jamieson the note she’d received
but she didn’t say anything about it. No one had said anything but every single squad member somehow had found a way to display the number “ten” during that meal.

  Jamieson knew he was actually going to miss this squad. At the end of the fourth week, all the leadership positions would change. Some other poor upperclass cadet would then have to deal with this crazy bunch. But, he felt pretty good about turning over a squad that had demonstrated itself as the best in the company and, possibly, might just be the best in the whole regiment.

  There had been Warrior Competitions out in the field where squads climbed over logs and various obstacles, navigated from place to place, performed runs and demonstrated their teamwork. Jamieson’s squad had really bonded with one another and almost seemed to enjoy these tasks. Their enthusiasm never lagged, no matter how difficult and frustrating the circumstances. They had consistently been in first place. Jamieson was positive this squad would do very well for the final challenge exercise out at Camp Buckner during the last week of Beast Training.

  Missy had grown very close to Tracy and, while not sharing any info about either her “P” Branch friends or any of the difficulties she’d had with mobsters, she’d been able to explain a lot of what it meant to be a werecat. She’d explained all about her enhanced senses, her super strength, her energy and her rapid healing. She’d even talked about her mysterious bond with Mike. At first, she hadn’t mentioned how she had helped Mike’s sister Michelle but Tracy had already seen how she’d helped Gary, which was merely a scaled back example of how she could push her energy into others.

  She’d told Tracy how she had melded her two natures into one and now felt really complete and balanced. She’d explained how much easier all the physical demands were at Beast Training compared to how hard she’d been driving herself during the past three years. She’d discussed how her body needed to train hard. And, how so far, she was thoroughly enjoying every bit of this West Point experience. For her, “The Game” was all just great fun. She also wanted to help Tracy, Kelly and Angel, all the guys in her squad and several other new cadets she’d gotten to know.