Chapter 1
Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious and in no way meant to infringe on copyright laws, international or otherwise.
"Miller!"
My head snapped up from my hand, woken up suddenly by the Captain's shout. I hastily wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth. Caught sleeping again through briefing. How many times was that now?
"Sir!" I replied, standing up. I knew what was coming now. First came the chewing out, then the endless amount of pushups. Then we take off; come back, laps around the entire goddamn tarmac. What fun.
"What was the strategy for our attack today?" he barked.
I shrugged. "Fly in and shoot them?"
I could have sworn I saw the faintest hint of a smile play on the corners of the Captain's mouth. Nonetheless, he delivered the same response.
"Drop and give me 50, Miller. Diamonds, count 'em out. Go!"
I sighed and dropped. And of course the Captain had to make it worse and make me do diamond pushups. Oh well.
"Now Miller, I saidâ�"pay attention!" he snapped. I lifted my head up while still doing pushups. God this sucks. Every single briefing, we go through this routine. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if the Captain made me do pushups even before the briefing started just to get them out of the way.
"I said the rebels are hiding just inside the treeline. Your planes are all armed with thermite rockets, which should be enough to flush 'em out and give our ground troops enough cover to take the rest of 'em down. Now make sure to keep an eye out for any surprise aerial attacks. They've been starting to favor that lately. Miller, recover and get with the rest of the squadron. Move out!"
I hopped to my feet and jogged out with the rest of the pilots. I ran to my plane, a Spitfire Mk VIII, and climbed into the cockpit. I put my flight helmet on and slid the glass cover closed. I started the plane, already thinking about how many Pokemon I'd be taking down with bullets and flames. To be perfectly honest I hated it, but it's easier to deal with guilt than to be hunted by both sides for being a human and a traitor.
I taxied my plane to the runway and pushed the throttle forward. I finally gained enough speed to pick up from the ground, and not long afterwards I was in the air. I never fully understood what this whole thing was about, really. A rather large group of Pokemon was put into research by our government to try and create more powerful military units. Turns out the project worked against them. Instead they created beings that were given the capability of human speech and intelligence of their own respective kind.
Long story short, they wanted at least some civil equality. Human pride got the best of our government, and rejected their request. Arguments between the two sides got pretty fierce until eventually an Electrode went off and then war erupted between the two sides.
So now here we are, humans pitted against Pokemon. Any humans sided with the Pokemon were hunted down and killed, and any Pokemon who sided with the humans were forced to fight anyway. What a world.
"Strafe fighters take combat positions 23 Mark 4," our Squadron Captain said over the radio. I veered left and we flew on in a wide V-formation.
"Suppress fighters take combat positions 41 Mark 0," came over the radio, and the second squad took a straight line formation, ready to disperse at the slightest sign of enemy retaliation.
We came up to our designated target, and the Squadron Captain ordered the strafe fighters to arm our thermite rockets. I flipped a switch on my control console, and heard the hum and click of the thermite rockets arming themselves.
"Strafe fighters, check targets, hold for my mark." My thumb settled on the red button on the top of the control stick, waiting for the signal to fire.
"Fire in 3...2..." I was about to fire when the Squadron Captain's plane was suddenly impaled by an arc of lightning and dropped to the trees in a flaming wreck.
A cloud of Pidgey and its evolutions flew from the thick grove of trees below us, forcing our squadron apart. I banked left and opened up into the group with my machine guns, holding the trigger. I managed to blow a hole in their ranks and went through, spinning to try and keep them from hitting my engine and taking me down.
Though I made it through the assault, I felt a sudden jolt as my right wing was torn off by a jet of flame as a Charizard launched itself in the air. The rest of my plane quickly caught fire as well. Instead of staying in the plane and certainly getting killed in the impending crash, I decided to take my chances and eject. I opened the cockpit and made sure my parachute was strapped to my back before leaping out.
I pulled the rip cord just as I cleared the plane and saw it hit the trees and explode. I drifted down about halfway through the dense foliage before my parachute snagged. I contemplated simply cutting the cords, and then looked down. I estimated that I was high enough that an impact from dropping would result in me bearing the dimensions of a manhole cover.
I looked around, trying to figure out just how I'd get myself out of this mess. The branches were too thick for me to try and defend myself, but I was covered enough that I should hopefully be protected from anything unfriendly on the ground.
"Well it looks like we've got one of those bastard humans stuck in a tree!" Someone, probably a female, called from the ground. So much for being protected.
"What do you think we should do with him?" a male asked in response.
"Can I take care of him? I'm a pretty good shot with Flamethrower," the female replied.
"Nah, don't do that. He might be worth information. Cut him down."
I was about to object as one probably should before being captured when a stream of fire seared through the branches that held me up. This wouldn't have been much of a problem if it hadn't also burned through the cords on my parachute.
I dropped at least twenty feet before being slowed down by a wave of psychic energy. Slowed down, but not caught. I still hit the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of my lungs.
"Alright, deal with him as you wish," the male said before walking off. I tried to turn over to get a glimpse at the male, but I was given a swift kick in the side.
"You're not going anywhere, human," the female said, standing over me. She was a rather stunning female Vulpix, holding a couple shots of flame in her hands just in case I tried to resist. Despite that, I had to make an attempt to get away. I kicked out to my side, sweeping her legs out. I jumped up and drew my sidearm, a Beretta 92. She rolled and released a blast of flame, which I ducked. I fired off three shots, which were melted in midair. I pulled the trigger again, but the gun jammed. She kicked it out of my hand and brought her forearm down on the side of my neck. I collapsed and she held a flaming finger in my face.
"Try that one again and I'm not going to be so nice." She hauled me to my feet and tied me to a tree with a length of rope that she pulled from my rucksack. "So where's your base?"
"What makes you think I'm going to talk?" I asked. A jet of flame shot from her finger and seared my face. Pain lanced underneath my eye and settled there as I felt a blister form along the trail. I clenched my jaw and tried to ignore the pain.
"Now tell me where your base is," she repeated, ready to shoot off another burst of fire.
I refused again, and this time instead of across my face, the jet of fire arced down my stomach and to my beltline. I could smell the acrid stench of burning hair drift from my scorched clothing.
She grinned. "I've got a better idea. I'll let you go if you one thing for me."
"And what's that?" I asked, looking up at her.
I was answered by another blast of fire, this time controlled. It burnt cleanly through the fabric of my pants, and they fell open. Realizing what she was talking about, I managed to stammer, "You can't be serious."
She bent over in front of me, and from how close her crotch was to my face, I could feel the heat radiating from her. I didn't really know what to think at this point, since the thought of having sex with this Pokemon kinda both disgusted and attracted me.
Deciding that freedom was better than the short time I'd be doing this, I managed to crane my neck forward and drag my tongue across her quivering pussy.
She shivered, leaning closer to me so that I didn't dislocate anything trying to reach her. She turned around and leaned against the tree, resting her head against the trunk while I busied myself with servicing her. The fur around her crotch tickled my nose, almost to the point where I had to sneeze. I fought to repress the urge and instead stuck my tongue inside of her.
I heard her gasp and thrust her hips forward, pinning my head to the tree. After a moment, she let go of the tree and sat down in front of me. I could see even through her reddish-brown fur that she was blushing. She quickly burnt the ropes binding me to pieces, allowing me to get up.
She bent over, lifting her tails. "Come on, we don't have all day," she said, giving me a playful wink.
All of a sudden I felt as though I had no control of my movements. I got up and bent over her, nuzzling her soft fur with my cheek. I pushed into her, surprised by the intense heat and tightness. She moaned beneath me, arching her back.
I began thrusting, holding her hips. One hand caressed her belly and then found her clitoris, which I began to gently rub with one finger. This evoked another loud gasp from the Vulpix, and I felt a slight trickle of fluids leak from her vagina.
Bending over her again, but keeping my finger where it was, my other hand ran up her side and found her breast. I squeezed it in time with my movements and thrusted harder into her. Her moaning slowly grew louder until it became a loud cry. She tossed her head back, unleashing a burst of flame from her mouth that singed the tree limbs above us. A river of her juices sprayed out, completely soaking my pants.
I continued fucking her through her orgasm, loving the feeling of her insides. After a minute or two, I could feel my own climax starting to build. I've been around the block several times in my life and I know a real eruption like the one that was coming up.
Somehow, though, the building feeling took over my rational human mind. I pinned her upper body to the ground, crushing my hand in the process. I grabbed her hips again, this time in a vice-grip. I thrusted harder and faster, her cries of what I perceived as pleasure were in perfect time with my thrusts. I slammed into her one final time before releasing a tidal wave of my seed into her womb.
This triggered another orgasm from her, which ran straight onto the ground. Panting, we both sat up.
"That was incredible," she managed to say between breaths.
I stood up, buckling the belt the best I could around my pants. "I'll leave this out of my report. See you around, maybe?"
She caught me off guard by jumping to her feet and kissing me deeply, her hot tongue sliding into my mouth effortlessly.
"See ya, soldier," she said before bounding off into the trees.
"Miller!"
My head snapped up from my hand, woken up suddenly by the Captain's shout. I hastily wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth. Caught sleeping again through briefing. How many times was that now?
"Sir!" I replied, standing up. I knew what was coming now. First came the chewing out, then the endless amount of pushups. Then we take off; come back, laps around the entire goddamn tarmac. What fun.
"What was the strategy for our attack today?" he barked.
I shrugged. "Fly in and shoot them?"
I could have sworn I saw the faintest hint of a smile play on the corners of the Captain's mouth. Nonetheless, he delivered the same response.
"Drop and give me 50, Miller. Diamonds, count 'em out. Go!"
I sighed and dropped. And of course the Captain had to make it worse and make me do diamond pushups. Oh well.
"Now Miller, I saidâ�"pay attention!" he snapped. I lifted my head up while still doing pushups. God this sucks. Every single briefing, we go through this routine. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if the Captain made me do pushups even before the briefing started just to get them out of the way.
"I said the rebels are hiding just inside the treeline. Your planes are all armed with thermite rockets, which should be enough to flush 'em out and give our ground troops enough cover to take the rest of 'em down. Now make sure to keep an eye out for any surprise aerial attacks. They've been starting to favor that lately. Miller, recover and get with the rest of the squadron. Move out!"
I hopped to my feet and jogged out with the rest of the pilots. I ran to my plane, a Spitfire Mk VIII, and climbed into the cockpit. I put my flight helmet on and slid the glass cover closed. I started the plane, already thinking about how many Pokemon I'd be taking down with bullets and flames. To be perfectly honest I hated it, but it's easier to deal with guilt than to be hunted by both sides for being a human and a traitor.
I taxied my plane to the runway and pushed the throttle forward. I finally gained enough speed to pick up from the ground, and not long afterwards I was in the air. I never fully understood what this whole thing was about, really. A rather large group of Pokemon was put into research by our government to try and create more powerful military units. Turns out the project worked against them. Instead they created beings that were given the capability of human speech and intelligence of their own respective kind.
Long story short, they wanted at least some civil equality. Human pride got the best of our government, and rejected their request. Arguments between the two sides got pretty fierce until eventually an Electrode went off and then war erupted between the two sides.
So now here we are, humans pitted against Pokemon. Any humans sided with the Pokemon were hunted down and killed, and any Pokemon who sided with the humans were forced to fight anyway. What a world.
"Strafe fighters take combat positions 23 Mark 4," our Squadron Captain said over the radio. I veered left and we flew on in a wide V-formation.
"Suppress fighters take combat positions 41 Mark 0," came over the radio, and the second squad took a straight line formation, ready to disperse at the slightest sign of enemy retaliation.
We came up to our designated target, and the Squadron Captain ordered the strafe fighters to arm our thermite rockets. I flipped a switch on my control console, and heard the hum and click of the thermite rockets arming themselves.
"Strafe fighters, check targets, hold for my mark." My thumb settled on the red button on the top of the control stick, waiting for the signal to fire.
"Fire in 3...2..." I was about to fire when the Squadron Captain's plane was suddenly impaled by an arc of lightning and dropped to the trees in a flaming wreck.
A cloud of Pidgey and its evolutions flew from the thick grove of trees below us, forcing our squadron apart. I banked left and opened up into the group with my machine guns, holding the trigger. I managed to blow a hole in their ranks and went through, spinning to try and keep them from hitting my engine and taking me down.
Though I made it through the assault, I felt a sudden jolt as my right wing was torn off by a jet of flame as a Charizard launched itself in the air. The rest of my plane quickly caught fire as well. Instead of staying in the plane and certainly getting killed in the impending crash, I decided to take my chances and eject. I opened the cockpit and made sure my parachute was strapped to my back before leaping out.
I pulled the rip cord just as I cleared the plane and saw it hit the trees and explode. I drifted down about halfway through the dense foliage before my parachute snagged. I contemplated simply cutting the cords, and then looked down. I estimated that I was high enough that an impact from dropping would result in me bearing the dimensions of a manhole cover.
I looked around, trying to figure out just how I'd get myself out of this mess. The branches were too thick for me to try and defend myself, but I was covered enough that I should hopefully be protected from anything unfriendly on the ground.
"Well it looks like we've got one of those bastard humans stuck in a tree!" Someone, probably a female, called from the ground. So much for being protected.
"What do you think we should do with him?" a male asked in response.
"Can I take care of him? I'm a pretty good shot with Flamethrower," the female replied.
"Nah, don't do that. He might be worth information. Cut him down."
I was about to object as one probably should before being captured when a stream of fire seared through the branches that held me up. This wouldn't have been much of a problem if it hadn't also burned through the cords on my parachute.
I dropped at least twenty feet before being slowed down by a wave of psychic energy. Slowed down, but not caught. I still hit the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of my lungs.
"Alright, deal with him as you wish," the male said before walking off. I tried to turn over to get a glimpse at the male, but I was given a swift kick in the side.
"You're not going anywhere, human," the female said, standing over me. She was a rather stunning female Vulpix, holding a couple shots of flame in her hands just in case I tried to resist. Despite that, I had to make an attempt to get away. I kicked out to my side, sweeping her legs out. I jumped up and drew my sidearm, a Beretta 92. She rolled and released a blast of flame, which I ducked. I fired off three shots, which were melted in midair. I pulled the trigger again, but the gun jammed. She kicked it out of my hand and brought her forearm down on the side of my neck. I collapsed and she held a flaming finger in my face.
"Try that one again and I'm not going to be so nice." She hauled me to my feet and tied me to a tree with a length of rope that she pulled from my rucksack. "So where's your base?"
"What makes you think I'm going to talk?" I asked. A jet of flame shot from her finger and seared my face. Pain lanced underneath my eye and settled there as I felt a blister form along the trail. I clenched my jaw and tried to ignore the pain.
"Now tell me where your base is," she repeated, ready to shoot off another burst of fire.
I refused again, and this time instead of across my face, the jet of fire arced down my stomach and to my beltline. I could smell the acrid stench of burning hair drift from my scorched clothing.
She grinned. "I've got a better idea. I'll let you go if you one thing for me."
"And what's that?" I asked, looking up at her.
I was answered by another blast of fire, this time controlled. It burnt cleanly through the fabric of my pants, and they fell open. Realizing what she was talking about, I managed to stammer, "You can't be serious."
She bent over in front of me, and from how close her crotch was to my face, I could feel the heat radiating from her. I didn't really know what to think at this point, since the thought of having sex with this Pokemon kinda both disgusted and attracted me.
Deciding that freedom was better than the short time I'd be doing this, I managed to crane my neck forward and drag my tongue across her quivering pussy.
She shivered, leaning closer to me so that I didn't dislocate anything trying to reach her. She turned around and leaned against the tree, resting her head against the trunk while I busied myself with servicing her. The fur around her crotch tickled my nose, almost to the point where I had to sneeze. I fought to repress the urge and instead stuck my tongue inside of her.
I heard her gasp and thrust her hips forward, pinning my head to the tree. After a moment, she let go of the tree and sat down in front of me. I could see even through her reddish-brown fur that she was blushing. She quickly burnt the ropes binding me to pieces, allowing me to get up.
She bent over, lifting her tails. "Come on, we don't have all day," she said, giving me a playful wink.
All of a sudden I felt as though I had no control of my movements. I got up and bent over her, nuzzling her soft fur with my cheek. I pushed into her, surprised by the intense heat and tightness. She moaned beneath me, arching her back.
I began thrusting, holding her hips. One hand caressed her belly and then found her clitoris, which I began to gently rub with one finger. This evoked another loud gasp from the Vulpix, and I felt a slight trickle of fluids leak from her vagina.
Bending over her again, but keeping my finger where it was, my other hand ran up her side and found her breast. I squeezed it in time with my movements and thrusted harder into her. Her moaning slowly grew louder until it became a loud cry. She tossed her head back, unleashing a burst of flame from her mouth that singed the tree limbs above us. A river of her juices sprayed out, completely soaking my pants.
I continued fucking her through her orgasm, loving the feeling of her insides. After a minute or two, I could feel my own climax starting to build. I've been around the block several times in my life and I know a real eruption like the one that was coming up.
Somehow, though, the building feeling took over my rational human mind. I pinned her upper body to the ground, crushing my hand in the process. I grabbed her hips again, this time in a vice-grip. I thrusted harder and faster, her cries of what I perceived as pleasure were in perfect time with my thrusts. I slammed into her one final time before releasing a tidal wave of my seed into her womb.
This triggered another orgasm from her, which ran straight onto the ground. Panting, we both sat up.
"That was incredible," she managed to say between breaths.
I stood up, buckling the belt the best I could around my pants. "I'll leave this out of my report. See you around, maybe?"
She caught me off guard by jumping to her feet and kissing me deeply, her hot tongue sliding into my mouth effortlessly.
"See ya, soldier," she said before bounding off into the trees.