by Marcus Sloss
That was how I ended up making steel fortification for a week straight. When we ran out of steel from our loot pile, AC1 started loading up every bit of metal it could from Boulder. Our teams’ work ethic was impressive, dropping their finds off before the reprocessing plant we had purchased on Koor. That led to me doing busywork to pass the time.
I missed Perci and Nancy something fierce. They were managing our new base with all its people and immigrants, while we built defenses. Every night we would video call each other; I promised to be home soon. Not only did I miss them, I was very interested in seeing this base I had heard so much about. My desire to go, however, was always overridden by the simple fact we had unfinished business here. I had to be a soldier first, at least for now, and a king second. Maybe after I defeated Jarod and this base’s fortifications were finished I could relax. I certainly looked forward to finding a hobby; like fucking my hot wives in a multitude of different awesome synth bodies! My smirk faded when I looked out to see the midday sun at its zenith.
Some time this afternoon, the blue portals of Xgate 201 should go blank. I received a call from Hessissin, essentially telling me she understood the same.
“King Eric,” Hessissin said.
“Supreme Military Commander of the Loxian Collective,” I said, using her full and proper title. “How can I help you?”
“We’re leaving in an hour. Normally I would try to cheat you, but you will find we did not. Please allow our soldiers to come home, I have been challenged on the wisdom of my choice to trust you. Yet, you kept the peace. We have looted more than we gave and we both won from this. I regret to inform you, however, that you are down to only five survivors,” Hessissin said with a sad tone.
“We will find out what happened here soon enough. Your soldiers may return safely without our interference,” I said and meant it. An alert hit my translator. “What is this?” I asked.
“Our sales booth in the grand market for you to spend your newfound fortune at. Our collective happens to sell manufacturing parts that you may be interested in. The least I can do is ask you to visit. We may not share the same religious beliefs, but we both understand the value of life. May we meet as friends next time, King Eric.”
“For the community,” I replied.
There was a brief silence and then, “For the community indeed.”
That was probably the last time I would ever talk to a member of the Loxian Collective. A section of their forces spun about for the Xgate and hastily retreated back home. This season would end in a few hours. I had abandoned Aspen. I lost hundreds of citizens and soldiers and I had converted the home I held dear into a true mountain fortress. Times, they were a changing.
Willow arrived, running a smooth hand down my acrium encased back. She went to the bottom of my seam to work up to my downward weld. We finished joining the metal fairly quickly as a team. Willow, Everly and I had been working nonstop, only infrequently retreating for an eyebrow raising joy.
“How about we take a walk before the briefing,” Willow said with a friendly smile and shake of her hips. The acrium armor was impossible to have sex through, but if one didn’t wear clothes overtop them, they sure did show off all the right curves in all the right places. The fact I had not had sex in a week was getting to me, though. I could feel my swollen balls begging me to unleash my beast.
“Any new developments?” I asked, containing my lust. Willow walked us to an underway, holding my hand to soothe my desires.
“No,” she sighed, “Mitchell gave his hourly update on the dot, with no new changes. After you, my king.”
I gestured to the phone booth device that awaited us. “My queen you are a darling lady who brings a twinkle to my eye, and as they say: ladies first.”
Willow smiled and blew me a kiss before the device plunged her into the bowels of the earth. A new pod arrived a few seconds later and I quickly stepped into it. When the door sealed shut, I dove down and into the new base.
This was where our zinc excavations had been converted into military and mining housing as well as planning.
My container ejected me into a brightly lit cavern with the old dining pavilion smack dab in the middle of it. A fake tiny sun shone overhead, illuminating the space as if we were outside. The brightness was set just bright enough to avoid the need for sheltering my eyes.
In less than a minute, Sammie found us. My little shadow had refused to leave my side even when Perci mentioned she come to Castle to help her establish order. Apparently Dorthy was running the Mounamine with Nancy at the moment.
“Where we off to, Master?” Sammie asked.
Willow scratched Sammie’s ear and motioned towards the armory. We stepped away from the main cavern into a secondary room with large thick gates. A small door was open off to the side that we walked for.
“Our acrium need a rest, so best if we remove these ones to their home while we wait for go time,” Willow said.
Everly bolted from out of the shadows to join us, “Did somebody say go time?!”
I chuckled and Sammie rolled her eyes.
“Acrium swap, maybe a little personal time, and then acrium again. After the fun, the briefing should be nearly ready,” I said with a shrug. The fact that the Crixxi pounced on us did not surprise me. “Are we ready for the big event?”
“If by big event you mean you stop teasing me and finally put some babies in my belly, then hell yes! My jaw is swore from endless foreplay with your insatiable mistresses,” Sammie said, and we chuckled. “About time those damn invaders reduced their forces, giving us a chance to relax.”
“I know, there are still plenty of defenses to set up, but the Naga are peeling off with hours to go before the blue crashes offline,” I said as we walked into the acrium vats to remove our armored coating.
There were robes waiting for us after our dips into the acrium pools. I used the slow walk back to my private suite in Mansion Mineshaft to appreciate the upgrades.
A small city had been built inside the former cavern where we had stored a host of things—from animals to loot. Stripped down generators had been converted into lighting that was dam close to the sun’s brightness and warmth. Here the tunnels were narrow and short. Still the passageway gave off a vibe of cozy warmth instead of a damp underground feeling.
We strolled past numerous large cutouts. Steel doors lay open to show interior chambers segregated into a multitude of private rooms. Every miner and soldier had their own individual space by now. We passed at least thirty more of these cut outs on our way to the commander’s section.
A final dome rested at the end of the long hallway; these were the deepest rooms the blossoming fortification held. Twenty-foot-tall steel doors splayed open for us to walk through. Directly inside the room was an underway to a deeper secondary cavern system. I knew from testing it that this underway would deposit travelers into another cavern that led to a further cavern. If these doors held long enough, the entire base could evacuate a few jumps away and remain semi-safe.
We bypassed the desolate platform for one of two large rooms off to each side. The left room was a conference room where I held, well, conferences and meetings. The room to the right, where we now headed, was the commander’s suite. It was a barren room with rather spartan furnishings and a king-sized bed.
Willow opened our door for us and I slipped out of my robe. Sammie, that little Mounamine of mine, was rearing for a fucking. She bolted out of her robe and dived onto the bed. The door shut with a clang while I watched her fluffy little tail bounce invitingly above two curvaceous cheeks.
Two hands stopped me from racing to give my little Sammie more love than she could handle.
Willow and Everly knelt before me. My cock bounced, eager for some attention. Everly ducked down to suck on my shaved balls while Willow kissed the tip of my cock. She kissed the top and swirled her tongue around the head before swallowing my shaft. I knew what she wanted so I pushed her head down.
When her throat was prope
rly stuffed, I yanked her hair back. A trail of saliva went from my tip to her lips as she gasped for air.
I left her huffing. She would be in good hands. My Crixxi was already running for her strap on. Walking away, I knew the two of them would have their fun.
Sammie was dancing her fingers around her hard button of a clit, eager for me to mount her. My throbbing boner pulsed straining for her wet, warm, little slit. I knew I would be too big for her, she always was a tiny little Mounamine at barely five feet tall. Instead of breaking her the first time, I laid on my back.
“No master, I want the pain to turn to pleasure. Please make me into your little sex toy,” she pouted.
My movement was fluid and smooth. I lunged up from the bed for her and she shrieked in surprise. The duo on the rug laughed at her reaction as I caught her by the ankles. She was flipped face down, ass up. I cracked my palm against her butt cheek with an echoing smack.
Sammie whimpered pathetically, her twitching hips sending her little tail bouncing in anticipation.
I spit on my fingers to lube her tiny slit and slid first one and then the other into her. She let loose a guttural moan. I couldn’t take it anymore and drove my cock forward hard into her pussy. She screamed into the covers.
“Tap the back of your head if you need me to stop,” I said giving her only the one warning.
My hips then crashed into her ass with a resounding smack and I fucked her without holding back.
Her screams turned into euphoric moans as the virum adjusted her incredibly tight canal to accommodate my girth. Sammie pushed back onto my cock and arched her back. She guided my hand to one of her swollen breasts while twisting to stare over her shoulder into my eyes. A few quick squeezes and I went all primal on her, powering my hips forward while pulling her ass to slam back into them.
She squealed when I yanked her tail and tapped the back of her head. Dammit! I resisted a strong urge to do it again. This brief pause was replaced by a rapid tempo of thrust and push back as every few strokes, I alternated squeezing and smacking her pink ass cheeks. The ass smacking forced Sammie to bury her head back down and bite the covers as I felt her squirt her first orgasm on to my cock. Her juicy cum dripped freely down my balls.
Sammie’s climactic crescendo was matched by grunt for moaning grunt by Willow as Everly fucked her into the floor. When they swapped who was alpha, I changed positions with my mouse-girl.
There was an end table next to the bed that I laid her back on, causing her wonderfully plump breasts to jiggle at every thrust..
Holding her legs high and wide in the air, I thumped my girth into my little Sammie’s tight pussy. The sex was rough and I followed the end table around the room as my thrusts pushed it across the floor. When she came the second time, I nutted into her with a shudder. I squeezed her tits until I thought they might pop during my finish. My cock slurped out of her tiny slit with gouts of jizz dripping down her pussy until it trailed down her butt.
“Master that was amazing. So much cum. Ohhhh, so much! So much cum!” Sammie squealed as she held her still quivering lips closed with one hand.
Behind us Everly cried out from Willow’s powerful hip movements. When she finished, panting was all I could hear from that side of the room as they each sucked in great gulps of air. That and the sound of the air conditioner applying a refreshing breeze over my sweaty body.
Everly propped herself up on her elbow and smiled at Sammie, “Seven days without ejaculating will lead to that. Now hurry, we need to go shower, get back in our acrium, and run to the briefing.”
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Inside the pavilion, friendly faces laughed and my officers chatted while eating their food. I looked around and saw only military personnel here for this occasion. When I arrived, the side chatter died down, postures straightened, and bites of food were hastily swallowed.
“Attention!” Torrez barked and everyone jumped to their feet.
“At ease!” I bellowed back, letting the echoes of our commands compete until they faded.
Willow patted a seat at a picnic table beside her and I dropped down onto it. I sat back, leaning my elbows against the tabletop and crossing my ankles as I extended my legs out in front of me. Harvard had leaned a big board against the end of the pavilion to use as a screen that we all watched.
“Over the last eight days, we have observed the target,” he began.
Harvard started the meeting like many military briefings I had attended before. A slide show presentation with a host of images and maps, a legend for understanding the images or maps, and a boring serious tone that could lull an energetic two year old into a comma.
“This building is the HVT’s (High Value Target’s), Jarod’s, base of operations. These surrounding structures are where his army resides.”
A few big warehouses were pictured, with a number of minotaur soldiers on patrol. They wore standard battle gear, with proper generators for shielding, and medium rifles. The video gave us detailed information from both electro-optical and infrared sensors as to numbers and patterns of these guard patrols. When the video began another loop, Everly stepped up and opened a new tab to re-populate the screen. A closeup video of Jarod rolled for all of us to see.
“I don’t fucking care that the aircraft can’t fly. We need to march and sack the Teton Fortress. The gods demand it!” Jarod screamed with rage. His muscles bulged agitatedly. The man wore cutoff jeans and no shirt. Little sanity remained in those eyes. “Jane, explain to these imbeciles how I am right. We cannot buy a bigger army without their supplies, supplies that are ours for the taking.”
A siren behind Jarod flung her arms wide with an exaggerated sigh. She went to Jarod’s ear and licked his ear lobe. Then she whispered a sweet melody into his ears that was barely detectable. Jarod’s eyes glazed over and he grumbled, fighting the hypnotic song. Eventually, though, he laid down and fell into a restless sleep of sorts with his eyelids flickering open and closed.
Our intelligence officer paused the video.
Harvard continued, “You will all be given a special set of earplugs prior to engaging these Sirens. This will not happen to us. Thank whomever you choose to be grateful to that Mitchell and his scout team brought us this footage; now pay attention.”
The siren flapped her flippered feet around the fallen Jarod. The man mumbled from the ground unable to rise. His state grew agitated as he fought the mind warp.
“Soothe him, ladies,” Jane ordered to someone off screen. Two naked women, obviously on virum, lay down and snuggled into Jarod. Their naked skin on his calmed his agitation. “We are almost to the next golden portal and then we will ensure our new home is firmly established,” the Siren said.
“We should have let him lead a suicide charge into the enemy already,” another siren said from Jane’s side. She was wearing a uniform with a host of prestigious looking decorations.
Harvard again paused the video. “Her name is not mentioned in this video, but this is General Hera. She is the leader of Jarod’s military and the only female not play-acting for Jarod. She is our biggest threat and we recommend eliminating her first,” he said and Eddy raised a hand.
“These HVTs. If they hold such a high value, why not have Mitchell remove them,” Eddy asked, and I stood.
This was all old news to me. I had studied everything Mitchell had sent each day while I worked with the welder. As I walked up to the board, Harvard brought up a slide with a dozen targets we labeled HVTs.
“Good question, Eddy, this is the command and control of Jarod’s forces. They work with Jarod as a figurehead, the Sirens are the brains, and the Minotaurs provide their brawn. Resume video,” I ordered.
The display shifted back to the scene in the warehouse. A minotaur grumbled and asked, “Can’t I just kill him? I may die for the sin but be rewarded in the heavens.”
“Silence you fool. Our airship was broken by those pesky humans with their pathetic weapons. We will go into the Xgate this next market, purchase a v
ast army, a host of machines, and a dozen new airships. There are six Xgates we can use to facilitate all our purchasing and the loot here in the Bay Area was magnificent. This idiot thinks we need more loot, and the blame for that lies with me. I have sung him into an unquenchable thirst for conquest. After we let our fearless leader die, you will all be under my contract,” Jane said without the menacing cackle of evil laughter most of us had grown up to expect from dastardly villains. “Patience is required, however. We will upgrade our forces at this market and then smash the humans when they least expect it—during the following golden trade window. The fools will never see it coming. This version of humans are so weak and pathetic.”
I smiled, giving Harvard a thumbs up. The video shifted to a view of the ocean outside San Francisco and the five Xgates that roamed not far off the shore. Barges filled with loot were waiting to leave for the Xgates. Boats, sirens, and a host of minotaurs defended these loot barges even more tightly than the headquarters. The old manufacturing district was just inside the image.
“Alright, you pirates, listen closely,” I said.
My fierce warriors sounded off with a pirate argh!
“This is how the battle of San Francisco will go,” I began. An hour later, I concluded the briefing. An alert hit my Gpad telling me some good news. I sent a community-wide message out to everyone.
“Bastion! The blue will have faded for a third season in two hours. Mitchell has everything in place and Operation Golden Gates is a go. Today we will continue to improve our homes with our non-combatants going shopping. Technology is being upgraded, our safety secured, and our homeland is expanding. Never again will we have to choose between victory and our citizens. I am proud of each and every one of you. It is my greatest honor to tell you how much Bastion fills me with pride. Today, as we rotate into season four, I want you to think about those going into harm’s way. We fight for you, we die for you, and today we go to war to protect the innocent. For the crew! For the community!”
