Teens in Space: The Zadon Wars (part 3)

Melissa joins the Second Wave; Ryan gets an invitation from Scarlett

Galactic Date 5116.504

Alpha Quadrant

Fresh out of the shower and wrapped in a towel, Melissa softly hums a tune as she brushes out her long, luxuriant mane of golden hair. Standing 5’10, she’s a statuesque beauty with a radiant, captivating smile, looking nowhere near her 39 years. She flashes her dazzling smile now, thinking back to last night; Cody was good…really good! I shouldn’t have kept him waiting so long! she giggles to herself. Just then, her ping chimes; putting down her hairbrush, she checks her device and reads the reminder that she’s entering peak fertility today. Excitedly, she immediately pings her 15 year old boyfriend, Alec, extending a lusty invitation for him to come over to her apartment tonight to impregnate her. Putting down her ping, she uncinches her towel, lets it drop to the floor and kicks it away into a crumpled heap with her delectable, shapely little foot. She admires her gloriously naked body in the full length mirror; with her C-cup boobs, flat belly, luscious, perfectly rounded ass and long legs, she not only has the face, but also the body of a woman in her twenties. All that time in the gym is definitely paying off! I’m in peak physical condition…ready to have another baby! she assures herself. She’s already given three sons to the war against the Zadons and as a patriotic Xarian woman, she wants to give even more. Another boy…no, wait…three more boys…maybe even four! I’m going to be a real Second Wave chick! she enthuses, appraising the gorgeous body that’s going to provide Xares with more future space troopers. She’s already committed herself by making a pact with her 24 year old daughter; both women have pledged to get knocked up in the next few months so that they can raise their babies together, reinforcing the brood of three future space troopers that her daughter has already produced. I’ve just got to stay away from those redheads! she reminds herself; she wants her second wave to be a squad of handsome, blue eyed blonds just like her original trio of sons and getting knocked up by a freckle faced redhead like Cody will spoil everything. Her ping chimes again and she giggles as she reads Alec’s eager, lascivious acceptance of her invitation for tonight. After getting dressed, she heads off to her job as a civilian employee at Galactic Armor Associates, the planet’s biggest manufacturer of space trooper armor; it’s yet another personal connection that she has to the Xarian war effort…

Epsilon Quadrant

Z-3125 stands over the 12 armored bodies, waiting patiently for the flickering life sensors on 2 of the fallen space troopers to finally go dark. Their death agonies masked by their helmets, one of the humans is still gasping, while another is making gurgling sounds. The Zadon could finish them off, but human suffering is his pleasure and he sees no reason to curtail it. Such pleasure is rare here in Epsilon Quadrant, a quiet sector of the planet, and it was only the blundering of the space trooper patrol that brought them into his gunsights. It had been close; realizing their mistake at the last moment, the patrol had just started to turn back towards the farm, visible in the distance, that marks the limit of the restricted zone, but Z-3125 nailed them. He toppled the entire squad like a row of dominoes before they could even level their laser rifles at him and now they lie flat on their backs, the toes of their boots pointing skywards. The cyborg glances at the distant farm; he can see two young females tending their crops, apparently oblivious to the carnage that’s just been inflicted on their male counterparts. He has no interest in harming or even disturbing the females; the only humans that he enjoys killing are the ones in the black armor, the ones with the junk dangling between their legs. A last heaving gasp from one of the bodies and the Zadon’s kill counter is updated again. Just one feebly flickering sensor reading remains; the smallest, most slightly built member of the squad, probably a brand new recruit, is still stubbornly clinging to life. The cyborg can’t see through the human’s mirrored helmet, but from the gurgling sounds that he’s making, he guesses that the young male is slowly drowning in his own blood…

Epsilon Quadrant is noted for two main exports; agricultural produce and boys, lots of freckle faced teenage boys. Settled mostly by redheads, the lush green quadrant is where the humans have most of their agriculture; Epsilon’s women and girls work the farms and the fruits of their labor are shipped to all the other quadrants to feed the entire human population of Xares-27. For this reason, the Zadons don’t devastate Epsilon; they realize that the weak human species needs food for its continued existence and by tacit mutual consent, the worst ravages of war are kept away from this quadrant. Occasionally, there’s a skirmish, resulting in 50 or 60 dead space troopers, or a Zadon catches a careless patrol in the open and wipes it out, as our friend Z-3125 just did, but big battles are almost unknown here. That doesn’t mean, though, that the boys of Epsilon escape the carnage that consumes their fellow teens on Xares-27. As soon as they turn 14 and receive their military training, Epsilon’s adolescent boys are organized into recruit (REC) platoons and shipped out, in their thousands, to the other quadrants to fuel the fires of war. Arriving in Alpha, Beta or Delta, the loud, randy redheads, most of them wearing backwards baseball caps and cowboy boots with their sleeveless t-shirts and worn, faded jeans, aggressively pursue the local girls; their rate of success in scoring blonde pussy is legendary, but unfortunately they’re not given much time to spread their seed. The High Command puts them into their armor and throws them into battle as quickly as possible, using them as cannon fodder for large scale operations and the aggressive redheads are just as eager to hurl themselves at the Zadons as they are at the blonde chicks. As a result, countless freckle faced sons of Epsilon are rotting away in Zadon burial pits in every corner of the planet. Meanwhile, left behind in the home quadrant, at least temporarily, are the lucky boys who are given stud duty. Equipped with bigger dicks and/or determined to have a better chance of fathering boys, they copulate feverishly with Epsilon’s women and teen girls, working overtime to make the next generation of Epsilon redheads; as soon as they turn 15, they, too, are shipped away to meet their fate. The young redheaded studs do their job well; Epsilon is noted for its large families and there are many big boobed Epsilon farm women who have proudly contributed broods of 10 or 12 freckle faced sons to the war against the Zadons, each one fathered by a different 14 year old stud…

Z-3125 can’t wait to be rotated out of Epsilon to a more active quadrant, like Alpha or Beta, where there are frequent big battles and the opportunity to kill hundreds of humans in a single day. In his long career, he’s killed over 800,000 space troopers and he knows that he’ll eventually get to the million mark, but his tour of duty in this static sector is severely curtailing his body count. As the agonized gurgling from the dying human continues, he thinks back to the exciting early days of the war and calls up in his memory banks an epic three day battle in Alpha Quadrant during the opening stages of the conflict. He and his quad were confronted by four full brigades of space troopers, 40,000 strong; the odds were overwhelming and the teenage humans were confident of victory, but the outcome of the battle was very different from their expectations…

Starting at dawn on the first day of fighting, the space troopers threw themselves at the Zadons in continuous rolling assault waves, some of them sacrificing themselves in frontal attacks to pin the Zadons down while others tried to outflank the cyborgs; the Zadons slaughtered all of the frontal attacks and also thwarted all of the flanking attempts, piling up the human dead in heaps. By the middle of the day, the armored bodies were piled so high that the humans could no longer advance, but neither side wanted the battle to end and by tacit agreement there was a temporary truce while the Zadons’ utility bots cleared away the mounds of teenage corpses. The Zadons were grateful for the lull; it allowed their overheated weapons to cool down a bit, while for their part, the humans used the truce to mass in even greater numbers, the hot midday Xarian sun beating down on them in their armor as they patiently waited for the field to be cleared. With the ground open again, the teens renewed their assault with redoubled fury, hurling themselves with adolescent recklessness at the Zadons in even bigger assault waves than before, throwing away their young lives by the thousands, but gaining absolutely nothing. Only nightfall brought an end to the relentless killing, but with the corpses again cleared away overnight, the humans came back for more the following day and again for a third day before finally abandoning their efforts to destroy the quad. Unaided by any reinforcements and without the loss of a single Zadon, the quad killed 26,000 humans in the 3 day encounter; Z-3125 himself killed more than 2,000 of this total…

Not long after the epic struggle, Z-3125 made telepathic contact with a 19 year old female whose 3 younger brothers were killed in the battle. The cyborg taunted her, rejoicing in the carnage that he and his fellow Zadons inflicted upon the males and telling her that he killed all 3 of her siblings. To his own surprise, he was unnerved by her anguished reaction. While he still enjoys killing human males, he now sees no utility in causing their females unnecessary suffering and when he telepathizes with girls, he assures them that their brothers or boyfriends died bravely and that they should be proud of them. Even now, he’s glad that he didn’t disturb the two farm girls down the road, still busily working their field. Abruptly, his reveries are broken by a loud choking sound; the gurgling noise emanating from the last fallen human finally stops and all is quiet. The Zadon’s sensor panel goes dark and his kill counter is updated again. The cyborg links to the Zadon command center and requests utility bots to haul away the armor clad corpses to the nearest burial pit. It’s a decent haul for this otherwise quiet quadrant; twelve males, all fresh faced, wide eyed 14 year olds. Z-3125 has ensured that these randy redheads won’t be making any more freckle faced humans…

“Is it over…? Do you think he got ‘em all…?” the 14 year old redhead asks her 15 year old sister as they tend their crops at the farm down the road. “Yeah, he got ‘em all…they never let any of ‘em escape…” the older girl replies calmly; the sisters look like twins with their identical pigtails, jean short shorts and cowgirl boots, their C-cup boobs nicely filling out their identical white t-shirts. “I thought this kinda stuff never happens in our quadrant…” the younger girl remarks in a puzzled voice. “It usually don’t…they must have wandered out into the restricted zone…stupid boys…” the older girl replies unsympathetically. “I wish we could do something…maybe after he leaves, we could bury ‘em…” the younger girl suggests. “What…? Bury 10 or 12 bodies? The two of us? Besides, they have bots that just haul ‘em away…” the older girl replies with a shrug. “I wonder if we knew any of ‘em…?” the younger sister now muses. “You mean like the 3 that were here the other night…? You never know!” the older girl giggles, reminding her sibling about the group of horny off-duty space troopers who had wandered onto the farm just a few nights ago; the two sisters had eagerly spread their legs for the trio, taking turns with all three of them and entertaining them until sunup the next morning. There’s a lull in the conversation; the topic exhausted, the girls focus on their work again. “Ma told me that I gotta clean up my room tonight…she said no excuses…but I’m gonna be all tired out from all this work that we’re doin’ today…it ain’t fair…” the younger girl now complains in her Epsilon twang. “Life ain’t fair…but just remember, no matter how bad it gets, you can always be glad that you’re not a boy…” her sister reminds her…

THE ZADONS: The Ultimate Killing Machines

It's a mystery as to who or what built the Zadons or why, or even what part of the galaxy they originated in, but they’ve been the scourge of Xares-27 for the past two and a half centuries. Standing 8 feet tall and steel gray in color, the Zadons have a curiously squat appearance in spite of their great height. They have a pair of deep-set, beady, glowing red eyes, peering out over an elongated snout; hinging up to meet this protrusion is a large, heavy steel jaw. They communicate with each other telepathically and curiously enough, they also occasionally communicate with random human females, usually teenage girls; the only interaction they have with teenage boys is to slaughter them like insects, which is the one activity that brings them anything remotely resembling pleasure. The Zadons’ primary weapon is a hypersonic shock wave cannon, integrated into their right arms. This weapon fires a concentrated energy burst that pulses through the space troopers’ battle armor, leaving the armor itself pristine and intact but devastating human internal organs. Most Zadons aim for the chests of their teenage opponents; the cannon has a perfectly calibrated targeting sensor and when taking down a line of space troopers, it automatically adjusts itself to variations in height between each boy in the line. Each teen gets a single killing thump to the chest; there are never any shots that are too high or too low. If he’s lucky, a boy will receive a direct hit to his heart, killing him instantly; if hit elsewhere in the chest, his lungs will rupture and collapse, resulting in a more protracted, more painful demise. Some Zadons, proud of their finely tuned targeting sensors, specialize in head shots that turn the human brain into a mushy gray soup; a proficient Zadon can liquefy a whole squad of teenage brains in a matter of seconds. Others, displaying almost human levels of cruelty, deliberately calibrate their sensors to target low; designed to rupture boys’ bowels, these shots leave their armored victims twisting and writhing on the ground like impaled insects as they endure their slow, excruciating death agonies. The space troopers especially hate these malicious “gut-busters” and even some Zadons disapprove of their overly cruel methods. Besides their shock wave cannons, both of the Zadons’ long, heavy arms are weapons in and of themselves, capable of delivering sledgehammer like blows that shatter and fragment human bone, even if it’s encased in armor. Although ungainly looking, with their long, thick legs and slab like feet, the Zadons can be surprisingly quick and agile. Moving into battle at a slow, deliberate pace, a Zadon can accelerate into a run with terrifying speed and easily overtake even the most nimble, long-legged teenage boy…

The Zadons are formidable killing machines. Each of them is fitted with an internal kill counter that adds every boy that he takes down to his tally; after 253 years of war, the kill counts of some of the cyborgs are truly mind-boggling. Mostly impervious to laser rifle fire, the one sure way to destroy a Zadon is with a plasma rocket, originally developed by the Vizgarians. Even a plasma rocket will have no effect if fired at a Zadon’s front armor; it must be launched at the cyborg’s thin back plate and space trooper corporals and sergeants are given extensive training with the antiquated rocket launchers that the humans are equipped with. The standard tactic is to distract the Zadons with massed assault waves of rank-and-file space troopers while the non-coms get into position to take a kill shot; programmed to kill as many humans as possible as quickly as possible, the cyborgs are usually so intent on slaughtering the assault waves that they’re oblivious to the humans with the rocket launchers sneaking up behind them. This method is hideously expensive in human lives and it’s never easy to kill a Zadon, but it can be done; some corporals and sergeants achieve ace status, destroying at least 5 of the hated cyborgs during their space trooper careers. Occasionally massive volleys of laser rifle fire have also been known to destroy the cyborgs if directed at their back plates; if conditions fall into place and their luck holds just long enough, even 14 and 15 year old troopers can share in the collective glory of destroying one of the hated cyborgs if they catch it from behind with rapid, concentrated platoon firing...

The Zadons are a highly organized fighting force. Each Zadon is a member of a three cyborg pod; four pods are grouped together as a quad for larger combat operations. Designed exclusively for combat and killing, the Zadons are supported by an army of bots and drones. Tech bots are highly skilled androids who repair battle damage inflicted on their Zadon masters; they also retrieve, recycle and repurpose any salvageable components from destroyed Zadons. The lowly utility bots perform menial tasks; the one that keeps them busy the most is removing the human dead from the battlefield and depositing them into the burial pits using the dozers. The utility bots usually don’t encounter live humans and they’re not combat capable, but they are equipped to finish off any mortally wounded space troopers that they encounter in their battlefield cleanup duties. The Zadons also use drones, primarily for reconnaissance, but specially equipped battle drones have also been deployed in the unique conditions of Delta Quadrant. Whoever or whatever created the Zadons stopped building new ones after about a century of war on Xares-27; at the time of our story the newest Zadons fighting the space troopers are 150 years old. This knowledge, originally discovered by Vizgarian intelligence, has given the humans hope that eventually the Zadons can be wiped out completely. There are no illusions about this, however; everyone knows that it will be a long war of attrition and countless generations of teenage boys will still have to perish before the last Zadon goes up in a fireball…

Just as the humans try to analyze the Zadons, the Zadons attempt to make sense out of their opponents. From a Zadon perspective, humans are shockingly vulnerable to destruction. The head can be easily targeted to erase the brain, while the number of vital organs packed into the human torso just invites devastation; heart, lungs, stomach and bowels all in such a compact area. The cyborgs have developed a grudging respect for the way the young males sacrifice themselves in such staggering numbers; the teens never ask for mercy and battles continue until either all the Zadons have been destroyed or all the humans have been slain, usually the latter. The cyborgs enjoy killing humans wholesale and they have no fear of ever killing the last of the species because they are well aware of the enthusiasm that the humans have for making more humans…

Human reproduction quite frankly puzzles the Zadons. They realize that the male inserts his stick into the female to deposit his genetic fluid; the fluid appears to be produced by two units contained in a pouch slung beneath the stick. Both male and female seem to derive pleasure from the process of insertion and the vigorous thrusting motions that the male uses to release his genetic fluid; they make bizarre noises and vocalizations, with the female especially registering high on the decibel scale. From telepathic communication with the females, the Zadons have learned that this pleasure reaches its height at a stage called orgasm. Females can experience this stage multiple times during a sexual encounter while males experience it only once when they release their genetic fluid; this only reinforces the Zadons’ conclusion that the female is superior to the male. Most insertions don’t result in the creation of a new human; the process usually has to be repeated multiple times, often with multiple random males inserting into the same female. It all seems highly haphazard and disorganized. Furthermore, with the gestation period of 9 months and then waiting a further 14 years before the new male can become a viable combat unit or the new female can begin reproducing her own new units seems ridiculously inefficient. The Zadons are also puzzled by the way the female takes the male’s stick into her mouth. This is almost always done as a prelude to insertion, but quite often the female will continue to work the stick with her mouth until it disgorges genetic fluid. This apparent waste of genetic fluid makes no sense to the Zadons; the act seems to bring great pleasure to the male which appears to be the only justification for performing it, although some Zadons theorize that it also enables the female to exert some sort of subtle control over the male. Just one more bizarre aspect to these bizarre creatures…

Alpha Quadrant

“Ryan! Oh, Ryan!” The redheaded teen’s entire body tenses at the cloying sound of the girl’s voice. Oh, no…not her! he thinks to himself. Sure enough, Ryan turns around to see the obnoxious Scarlett approaching him, dressed in a tank top and a skimpy pair of jean short shorts, flashing a sly grin with her braces. A redhead just like Ryan, Scarlett is also 14; wearing her hair in pigtails, she’s cute, with a perky pair of tits, but her personality is absolutely insufferable. “Hey, Scarlett…” the boy murmurs in an unenthusiastic tone. “Hey, Ryan, wanna come over to my apartment…my mom’s gonna be out all afternoon!” Scarlett offers, barely suppressing a giggle. “No, thanks, Scarlett…” Ryan replies. “Oh, c’mon! It’ll be fun!” she replies. “Yeah, fun for you…what are you gonna do, laugh at me again…?” the boy asks. “Are you still mad about that…? Don’t worry, I didn’t tell anybody!” she assures him, gazing at him with her adoring green eyes. “Nah, thanks anyway…tell Sean to ping me…” Ryan replies curtly, walking away…

“Yeah, I don’t know…I don’t know if that would be a good idea…” Justin tells Sean, one of the troopers in his platoon, who’s just made an unusual request. “Is it against regulations, Sarge…?” the 15 year old redhead asks. “No, nothing in the regulations about it…I just never had a dude ask me to fuck his sister before…” the 17 year old stud sergeant replies in a bemused tone. “She’s boy crazy, Sarge…she’s getting real obnoxious about it, too…I just think that one good fucking will get it out of her system…” Sean replies, pleading the cause of his sister Scarlett. “It’ll probably just make it worse, to be honest with you, dude…” Justin replies candidly. “Well, either way, she really needs to get her cherry popped and I think that you’re the best dude for the job…” Sean replies. “Yo, I guess I should feel kinda honored that you want me to do it…I’ll think about it, dude, but I’m not making any promises…” Justin concedes; the idea of deflowering the obnoxious Scarlett is both alluring and repulsive at the same time. “Yo, that’s fair…thanks, Sarge!” the redhead replies gratefully. “How’s that special escort duty going…?” the sergeant now asks. “So far, so good, I guess…” the younger trooper replies with a shrug. “Cool! You dudes know what ya gotta do…” Justin reminds him. “Yeah, don’t worry, Sarge…you can count on me and Cody!” Sean replies confidently, flashing a broad grin with his braces...

“I did it, dudes…I finally did it! I fucked my neighbor Melissa last night!” Cody brags to Ryan and Sean as they hang out at Astron’s that evening. “Congrats, dude!” Sean exclaims, as he exchanges a high five with his friend. “Finally! She kept me waiting for a year!” Cody exclaims. “She’s worth the wait, dude…she’s good…real good!” Sean assures him. “Yo, how do you know…?” Cody asks. “I’ve already had her, dude…a couple of times…” Sean replies with a shrug; the boyishly cute redhead has put his 7 inch pecker to good use and Melissa is just one of his many conquests. “Yo, you’ve been fucking her all this time and she keeps me waiting for a year? What’s up with that…?” Cody asks in bewilderment. “Dude, chicks are like that…the important thing is that you finally got her!” Sean reassures his friend. “Yeah, I guess you’re right…fucked her five times last night!” Cody boasts. “Yo, what are you so bummed about, dude…?” Sean now asks Ryan, noticing the downcast look on the younger boy’s face. “He’s still a v…that’s what he’s bummed about…” Cody replies. “Don’t worry, dude, you’ll get laid…just give it time…” Sean unhelpfully assures their fellow redhead. “Yeah, I know…” Ryan mumbles in response; he doesn’t mention his depressing afternoon encounter with Sean’s sister. “Yo, I know what! Let’s hook him up with Melissa! She loves redheaded dudes!” Cody exclaims. “Yeah, good idea! We’ll hook you up, dude!” Sean agrees enthusiastically. “I don’t know…I’ll just fuck it up…” a dejected Ryan replies. “Dude, no way you can fuck this up…just leave it up to Sean and me…” Cody assures him. “Yeah, dude, the only way you can fuck it up is if you don’t eat her pussy before you bang her…” Sean advises him. “And you’re gonna bang her, dude…guaranteed!” Cody assures him…

“Oh yes, baby! Yes!” Melissa moans as she achieves climax, pounded mercilessly by the loudly grunting Alec. “Gonna…knock…you…up!” the sweating stud grunts between thrusts, smashing the gorgeous MILF into yet another orgasm before his nuts convulse and his tool starts spewing deep inside of her. Standing 5’11, the boyishly cute Alec is a 15 year old blue eyed blond with short, spiky hair; he spends the rest of the night hammering the beautiful MILF with his 7.5 inch dick, draining his balls into her, flooding her love box with his babymaking seed…

“Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd!” 38 year old Traci shrieks as Lance, her 17 year old space trooper sergeant boyfriend, thumps her into her third orgasm of the night. The bespectacled Traci looks like a nerdy librarian, but she’s actually a slow witted bimbo; like Melissa, she’s determined to get pregnant but unlike her fellow blonde, she doesn’t waste any of her time at the gym. Pleasingly buxom, all of Traci’s extra weight is concentrated in her butt and boobs; her ample nether checks cushion Lance’s ferocious doggystyle pummeling and she’s eager to nurse their future offspring with her bountiful D cup tits. In a steady relationship with Lance, Traci has remained faithful to the handsome, curly haired blond stud for the past six months; they’ve worked overtime to produce a future space trooper but she still hasn’t conceived and it’s slowly starting to dawn on her that she might need some extra help getting pregnant. She lets out another piercing scream as her grunting boyfriend’s 9 inch pecker smashes her into climax yet again…

Delta Quadrant

“Pussy is…so…fucking…good…” Colby gasps as he relentlessly hammers his 17 year old girlfriend Amanda, doggystyle. “Oh my gawd!” Amanda screams as she achieves orgasm; like Colby’s other girlfriend, Amy, she’s a big boobed, dimwitted blonde. Feeling the first twinges deep in his sperm swollen nuts, Colby grips the blonde’s hips tighter and pounds her with redoubled fury. “Oh fuck…oh, shit!” he gasps, drenched in his own sweat. “Don’t cum yet, baby…I’m so close!” Amanda calls out over her shoulder, as she feels herself edging towards another climax. Colby maintains the feverish tempo of his hip thrusts, but the contractions in his balls are coming quicker and stronger now. “I’m gonna…cum…I’m…gonna…cum!” he gasps in an urgent voice, feeling the final, climactic surge deep in his nuts. Throwing his head back and letting out a deep, visceral groan, the stud feels the first explosive spurt of his pent up man scum; just then Amanda suddenly lets out another loud orgasmic shriek, joining her boyfriend in simultaneous climax as Colby’s love worm belches thick clots of redheaded DNA deep into her well-pounded blonde snatch…

DAILY CASUALTY REPORT

339 space troopers die in small scale skirmishes today. This number includes the 12 redheaded recruits on patrol in Epsilon who were slaughtered by Z-3125.

(to be continued...)