Earth Tactics Advance: Volume 1

by Scottie Futch

  “You talk like they didn’t just pop into existence the other day,” said Frank.

  “From what I can tell, they came from somewhere else," said Scott. He then looked Frank in the eyes and continued, "They claim that they didn't cause all of this to happen, but they took advantage of a chance to have a better life in the aftermath of the change.”

  “You trust that?” asked Frank.

  Scott shrugged. “Won’t ever learn anything if we don’t try to find out.”

  "I don't know, man..." Frank frowned slightly then looked over to the main gate. "It's weird."

  "I get that," said Scott. He turned and pointed toward the gate. "Out there, the world is filled with weird. Do you ever want to see a day where you can take a walk outside without having a life or death battle?"

  "Yeah," Frank took a deep breath and nodded.

  Scott took a deep breath as well then slowly released it. "As much as the others might hate the situation, we have to learn to accept the fact that we are permanently sharing the world now. The reality is that we're hugely outnumbered."

  "I know that, but..." began Frank.

  "What if, Frank?" asked Scott.

  "What if?" asked Frank, his eyes narrowing slightly.

  "Yeah, man. What if?" Scott looked him in the eyes. "What if the monsters out there don't all have to be our enemies? Can you imagine how much better off we would be if we could make allies?"

  "Fuck..." Frank blew out the breath he had just taken. "I'm not saying that the idea isn't good. It... Will it work, though?"

  Scott reached out to then man and put his hand on his shoulder. "We gotta try to trust at least once, so we'll know. Why not try to build that trust with a bridge?"

  Frank muttered briefly then nodded. "If you think there's a chance to make shit better, and you're the one taking the real risk... I won't try to talk against it."

  After the matter was settled, Scott went inside and changed his clothes. His armor and accessories would remain safely locked up here, but he would take his Kaiser blade with him. The reasoning behind his choice was simple. If it was a trap, it probably would not be sprung until he took off his equipment anyway. If he died, someone else could use it, and snatching up his weapon in an emergency would be a lot easier than getting back into his armor.

  Chapter 16

  Scott slid his hand along the unblemished chest piece of his black beetle armor. Throughout the day many battles were fought, but the armor withstood every ding and slash. After the battle with the goblins ended on the night before, the thing restored itself in a shimmer of light. It was something that he had considered for a while, but it seemed that his suspicions were correct. Unless items broke completely in a single battle, they were restored afterward. It was convenient and more than a little disturbing. In some ways, it was similar to how the monsters were able to regenerate unless slain by skills or a system weapon.

  A brief moment passed as he looked to his carefully stashed items. He would keep a few random rings, his Kaiser blade, and his boots. Everything else would remain in this place under the watchful eye of Harley. She was the only one whom he could trust completely, or as close to completely as it was possible to trust someone under the circumstances.

  The arcane slayer donned comfortable clothing in preparation for his trip. However, he had not felt naked to this extent in several days. His armor and weapons were a large part of his current badassery. Without them, he was reduced to being only somewhat better than everyone else. It was a disturbing sensation, this slight reduction in power.

  If the people gathered in the area wanted, now would be a decent chance to strike against him. He would probably still win if he saw it coming, but it would be a close. Of course, that would mean that Frank, Harold, Rosa, and Harley all chose to fight him together. The rest of the people at the manor were not even remotely capable of harming him unless they caught him sleeping.

  Once he left the room, he looked down at Harley. "Do you remember everything?"

  "Yes, master," said the robo-loli. "Harley will comply with her instructions."

  Scott reached down and lightly patted the top of her head. "When I get back, we should play a game or something. Does that sound fun?"

  "Yes. Harley would like that, master." Her cheeks became slightly tinged with a soft pink hue, and her eyes began to shimmer softly in the light.

  "Well, I'll see you when I get back," said Scott.

  She nodded once then offered a tentative smile. Such expressions were rare for the girl. Most of the time her face held little emotion, or perhaps she might seem slightly angry. It was nice to see her smile. Scott even went so far as to mention it.

  "Understood. Harley will smile more often," she said, before she approximated a toothsome smile that was far more disturbing than cute.

  "Good job..." said Scott. He backed away from her slowly as he said it, however.

  "Thank you for praising Harley, master." The robo-loli's smile shifted to a far more natural expression, but there was the briefest hint of amusement in her eyes. Behind the facade of the socially awkward robot girl, there was a greater intelligence. It was times like these that assured Scott of that fact.

  He said his goodbyes to Frank, Rosa, and a few of the others. Rosa seemed strangely quiet when he said goodbye, but he figured that she had something on her mind. There had been a lot of changes in her life of late. It made sense to him that she would not feel chatty.

  The gates closed behind him, and not long after that he saw the bright shimmer of a salvation crystal activation. "Good," he said. Frank chose to take his advice. If things went sour, Scott wanted them to have at least one safe day to figure something out in his absence.

  The two miles were crossed quickly. Nothing assailed him in his travels. Soon he was at the bridge again. Several lizard men scrambled toward him, claws upraised.

  Scott prepared himself for battle, but a voice cried out for them to stop. The attacking lizards turned back to the sound of the voice. The one who cried out ran over to her friends to explain the situation.

  Several relieved expressions passed among the lizard folk, before they turned and nodded to Scott. They moved to the rails of the bridge. Uncertain, but willing to see things through, Scott walked onto the bridge and continued forward. He only made it to the halfway point before another splashing noise drew his attention. The wet splash was followed by a happy feminine voice.

  “You came back?” asked the lizard queen in a tone that bespoke both joy and surprise.

  “I keep my promises,” said Scott lightly.

  “You wear different clothes now,” she said curiously.

  “These are easier to take off and put on,” he replied.

  “How practical.” She flashed him a warm smile then gestured toward a camper, a small motorhome clad in fake wooden veneer that offered only a few small windows. The bridge was a wonderful resource for such things. Her people could sleep under shelter and awaken if the watch duty needed reinforcements.

  Scott smiled at her while trying to project confidence. They walked side-by-side to their newly designated meeting place. She entered first then giggled sweetly before reaching out the door and pulling him inside. The door was shut and locked before they moved to the cramped sleeping quarters in the back.

  “Cozy,” said Scott.

  She nodded then bit her lower lip a little. “This won’t hurt will it?”

  “I don’t— Don’t you know? You’re the queen of your clan right?” he asked in confusion. She had queenly duties after all.

  The color of her cheeks darkened to a dull red. “Well, I’ve never done this with someone of another tribe, and all of my lizard men are girls.”

  “So, wait… You’re saying you’ve never been with a man?” asked Scott.

  “Is that strange?” she asked softly, a hint of nervousness in her tone. “We’re all females, but only the queen lays eggs.”

  “What happens if the queen is killed then?” he asked her curiously.


  She sighed. “The clan usually gets absorbed by another clan or dies out, unless they are strong enough to have multiple queens. That’s why we need to make sure that we have strength in numbers to protect me.”

  “Would it be rude to ask why you look so different compared to the others?” he asked.

  She laughed then shook her head. “No, of course not. A queen has to attract strong males from other races in order to acquire powerful, foreign, essence. If only the girls of her tribe mate with her then they cannot increase the power of their tribe other than the sheer number of them who are part of the tribe.”

  “Well, you’re certainly attractive. I’m surprised you don’t have ten thousand lizard men in your tribe.”

  Her cheeks darkened again. “So sweet!”

  She leaned toward him and smiled softly. “You’re supposed to bully me, but you’re being so nice.”

  Scott lifted his hand and lightly caressed her cheek. “Prepare yourself woman.”

  Her eyes widened briefly then she burst out with a laugh. “You are dangerous!”

  She slipped forward and pressed him down atop the small bed. Her tail fell heavily to one side while she looked him in the eyes. “Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to my people.”

  Scott’s hand slipped down to softly caress her sparkly ass. “Tell me more about your people?”

  She bit her lower lip. A moment later her cheeks took on an even darker shade, and her lips parted softly. “Careful. This is just mating…”

  Scott’s other hand slipped down to clasp her other ass cheek in a casual manner. “I’m the bully here.”

  She giggled then kissed him on the nose. “Don’t be cruel to me.”

  His fingers moved down to caress her hairless sex. The aggressive and confident motion caused her to gasp softly.

  “Sorry, but I’m going to do mean things to you,” he said.

  She gasped out once more, louder this time, when one of his fingers slipped inside of her. “Such a bully…”

  He kissed the side of her neck and tasted something surprisingly sweet. She giggled warmly and then pressed back against his questing fingers. “It’s not like how I thought it would be.”

  Scott ran his tongue slowly along her throat then kissed the side of her delicately tapered ear. He whispered, “What did you think would happen?”

  “Honestly?” The simple word was spoken in a low throaty whisper, and carried subtle connotations.

  “Yes,” said Scott before sliding a finger into her ass. He began to pump his invasive digit gently inside of her while he awaited her answer.

  Her eyes fluttered open and then she laughed sensually. “No wonder she sings about you.”

  Scott could not help but laugh now as well. He used his other hand to lift her tail then slipped a second finger into her ass.

  She growled loudly in response. Her jaw dropped open and she began to pant a little. “So, good.”

  That was an amazing response as far as Scott was concerned. He quickly realized that the underside of her tail must be some sort of erogenous zone. He used his fingers to lightly stroke the area where her tail and spine met, while he confidently fingered her luscious rear with his other hand.

  She gasped and squirmed. Her tongue lolled out a little and she closed her eyes tight. Surprisingly sweet moans and cute little noises echoed through the air.

  “So mean!” she whimpered emphatically. Her eyes fluttered open once more when he kissed her hotly on the mouth. Their tongues intertwined tenderly, and her nose brushed against his.

  Scott made a sudden decision. Things seemed to be survivable so far. He decided to be aggressive, and rolled her over onto her back. She gasped, frightened a little at the sudden movement. She relaxed again when he smiled down at her.

  “I can’t believe this is actually happening,” she said softly.

  Scott laughed a little. “Are you kidding? I’m surprised you aren’t beating the men off with a stick.”

  Her nostrils flared a little and she slightly shifted her legs. The subtle motion was an invitation for more of what he was selling. “Most men of any race will try to kill us, even our own if they are from a rival tribe.”

  “I’d rather kiss you,” said Scott. A warm smile spread across her lips. Her innocent expression soon turned to one of surprise and lust when he slipped down and kissed her tenderly on her maidenhood.

  His tongue lashed out in a casual manner. He caressed her lonesome folds, softly teased her labia.

  Her cute moans returned and in greater intensity. He spent a great deal of time bullying her innocent maidenhood with his tongue, much to her ever growing delight. Soon, her back arched and her hips began to wriggle around in a spastic manner. She had never known such an intensely pleasant sensation before. It was not long before sexual fluids began to gush upward, to well up with an unstoppable force. She cried out blissfully.

  “That- that was— Oh my… Thank you,” she said breathlessly.

  “You’re welcome.” said Scott then he started to take his clothes off.

  She panted softly and looked at him as he disrobed. After a moment she asked, “What…? You can still continue?”

  Scott blinked at her. “What do you mean? We haven’t even gotten started yet.”

  Her eyes widened in a comical way. “Not even started?”

  He reared back and showed her the equipment of a man. Her eyes could not widen further, but if they could they would have. “That… What do you intend to do with that terrible thing!”

  “You’re so damned cute,” said Scott lightly before slipping forward. He slapped his cock down atop her unspoiled savannah. He spanked her there with his terrible thing a few times, just to remind her of what was to come.

  She acquired a nervous expression. “If you put that thing in me, I’ll die. I've seen what such a thing is supposed to look like... and this isn't it.”

  "Oh, is something wrong?" asked Scott gently before he slipped forward and lightly rested his manliness atop her thoroughly aroused maidenhood.

  "It's too... It's not supposed to be so..." She shook her head slowly from side to side. "That's much bigger than a finger..." she said, a wild and slightly frightened look in her eyes.

  Her imagination ran wild. Lizard men were not fond of clothing unless it counted as armor. She had never seen a human man’s thing before, but most lizard folk had seen a naked lizard man before. The idea that Scott's ridiculous thing would go inside of her was unsettling. How would it even fit?

  Admittedly she had never seen a naked man of another species, but as far as lizard men went everyone knew that a proper man's thing was no longer than a finger and twice the width! Though some of them did have two smaller ones, or possessed little hooks to hold things in place during the mating.

  Scott teased her entrance with the tip of his mighty man steel a little. His teasing elicited moans and little gasps from her. Her eyes started to close as the pleasure of the sensation overtook her for a moment. Her eyes shot open once more when he slipped past her folds and slid deep inside her most secret of places.

  She gripped the mattress tightly and cried out in surprise. “Oh!”

  He moved down atop her and wrapped her in his arms. “It’s your first time. I don’t want to hurt you… too much.”

  She whispered the word, “Bully,” in a sweet and endearing manner, before she wrapped her arms and thighs around him.

  Scott’s hips slid forward gently. He rocked her back and forth in his casual and confident masculine way. They kissed warmly and pressed their chests together. Her first time would be quite memorable if he had anything to say about it.

  Two hours passed while Scott paid the required toll. During that time two things became certain. The stamina of a badass was quite high, and the lizard queen realized just how dangerous he really was. Once they finished their business, they held each other tightly and snuggled together atop the sheets.

  “Do you really have to leave?” she
asked quietly.

  “Yes. Sorry, my people need me,” said Scott.

  She nuzzled her cheek against his chest. “I understand. The people come first.”

  Scott massaged her ass a little then kissed her on the eyebrow. “You’re a sweet girl. They’re lucky to have you.”

  She looked away then bit her lip a little. In a quiet voice, she asked, “Will you— Will you cross my bridge again soon?”

  “You’re bridge is too cute not to cross it a lot,” he said before he kissed her softly on the nose.

  Her response? She released a soft, sweet, little giggle and then asked, “It is, isn’t it?”

  Scott slapped her perky ass and she yelped a little. “Yep. It is.”

  “Bully!” She pouted at him, her nostrils flared, and her eyes narrowed in false outrage.

  He kissed those sweet pouty lips. “You have no idea. Next time I cross your bridge, I’ll show you even greater cruelty.”

  Her eyes sparkled almost as much as her skin after hearing that. “Oh, don’t make such promises,” she said, a beautiful smile on her lips. “I know you probably have other bridges to cross back home, you meanie.”

  Scott smiled at her. “Jealous?”

  She nodded. “Yes. So you better bully me a lot to make up for it.”

  “Yes ma’am,” said Scott with a laugh.

  She giggled at him then snuggled close to his chest. His heart beat sounded weird compared to that of her people, but it was a nice rhythm. Entranced by the steady beat, she closed her eyes and knew contentment for a time.

  A thought occurred to Scott after they quietly cuddled for a while. “Hey, what’s your name?”

  She laughed warmly. “Never thought to ask till now?”

  Scott chuckled. “Sorry. Am I a horrible person?”

  “Yes! Kiss me three times to make up for it!” proclaimed the lizard queen.

  Scott readily complied with her royal command, and she moaned softly into his mouth a little in response. When they broke apart she bore a playful expression, and the light danced a little in her eyes. “My name is Eloa Riverdream.”

  “I’ll say you’re a river dream,” said Scott lightly.