Teens in Space: The Zadon Wars (part 11)

Ryan goes on his first combat mission; Melissa mixes business with pleasure in Delta Quadrant

Galactic Date 5124.504

Alpha Quadrant

Logan is jolted out of his sleep by the shrill sound of his ping piercing the darkness of Shannon’s bedroom. Letting out a deep groan, the naked stud rolls over and fumblingly reaches for the device on the nightstand. Reading the message with bleary eyes, he scrambles out of bed, his erect pecker throbbing, and starts searching for his clothes in the darkness. “What’s wrong…?” a groggy Shannon murmurs. “We’re being mobilized…” the stud corporal answers briefly, getting into his jeans. “Mobilized…? With no notice…?” Shannon asks, sitting up in alarm and turning on the bedside lamp. “Yeah…must be some kind of emergency…” Logan replies, pulling on his t-shirt. “Oh my gawd! They’re raiding another village!” Shannon gasps in horror, clapping her hand to her mouth. “I don’t know, babe, but whatever’s going on, I gotta get to the barracks…” the stud replies. Now fully dressed, he exits the bedroom; wrapping herself in a sheet, Shannon jumps out of bed and scampers after him. At the front door, they meet Ryan, already dressed and ready to report for duty. “Take care of yourself, kay…?” Shannon murmurs in a gentle voice to her brother, her anger of the previous evening now forgotten. “I will, sis…” Ryan replies quietly. “I’ll look out for the dude, don’t worry…” Logan assures her. Ryan turns away in embarrassment as his sister exchanges a passionate kiss with her boyfriend; brother and sister exchange a quick hug and then the two boys make their hurried departure. Shannon’s mind races as she shuts the door behind them. They’re gone…and I’ll never see them again, she assures herself. She plops herself down on the sofa, staring blankly in front of her and starts the long process of waiting…

The fleet of 10 X-3000 transports crunches down near the ruins of a long destroyed village in Grid A-251 and quickly starts disgorging its human cargo, including Logan, Ryan and the rest of their platoon; the landing party totals 20 platoons, 2,100 men in all. There are no Zadons there to greet the space troopers, but the site is strangely busy with utility bots tooling about among the debris. It’s unknown why they’re there or what they’re doing, but the teens eagerly and easily destroy the hated bots, blasting them to pieces with their laser rifles. With that task accomplished, they deploy for action. The rank and file troopers, the 14 and 15 year olds who make up the bulk of the force, line up, shoulder to shoulder, in tightly packed ranks in the rubble strewn village square. The corporals and sergeants, including Justin and Logan, equipped with their rocket launchers and plentiful ammo, scatter and take up concealed positions in the blasted out buildings. The stage is now set and the waiting begins; instead of hurling themselves at the Zadons in densely packed assault waves, the space troopers are going to let the cyborgs come to them…

The teens won’t have long to wait. Recon missions have spotted a Zadon quad in Grid A-251 and it’s not just any quad; it’s the strike force of cyborgs that raided Xenon and slaughtered almost 1700 space troopers just two days ago. The plan is simple. The teens deployed in the village square are live bait, tempting morsels of fresh meat designed to lure the Zadons into ambush. Once the cyborgs attack, the concealed non-coms will unleash a hurricane of rocket fire at them; every conceivable angle and field of fire among the ruined buildings and labyrinth of back alleys is covered by a veteran 16 or 17 year old with his rocket launcher and the Zadons will be slammed with missiles no matter which way they turn. The human cost will be high; the Zadons will cut wide swaths through the boys deployed in the open spaces of the village square, but the potential payoff will be enormous. If all goes according to plan, the entire quad will be destroyed, or at the very least suffer crippling losses; even more important than the strategic reward is the prospect of getting revenge for the Xenon massacre. The trap has now been baited; there’s no way that the Zadons won’t retaliate for the destruction of their utility bots. There’s also no way that they’ll pass up the temptation to slaughter the hundreds of teenage space troopers standing there in the village square!

Even though his empty belly is rumbling and he’s marinating in his own sweat as the early morning sun beats down on his armor encased body, Ryan is too excited to care about his physical discomfort. Among the first boys to disembark from the transports, he was so psyched for battle that it was a letdown not to immediately encounter any Zadons, but at least he had the thrill of blasting one of the utility bots, sharing the kill with a fellow 14 year old. Now he stands in the front rank, shoulder to shoulder with his fellow teens, waiting to hear the lumbering tread of the approaching cyborgs. The freckle faced redhead fully expects to die today, but the prospect doesn’t bother him at all; it actually gives him a strange thrill that he’s being used as bait to lure the Zadons to their destruction. Let them kill me! I don’t care! Look at all those dudes that they killed in Xenon…killed them in front of their girlfriends and their sisters and their moms…just as long as Logan and Sarge can destroy some of those fucking motherless bastards, that’s all I care about! he thinks to himself. Standing on either side of him are his fellow redheads, Cody and Sean and close by are the blonds, Alec, Dawson, Jay and Zach; the group of friends will have the satisfaction of all perishing together. All of the assembled space troopers are excited by the prospect of imminent battle; being teenage boys, they banter with each other as they stand in formation, exchanging bawdy tales of their latest exploits with random, willing MILFs and giggly teenage bimbos. What they’re about to experience, combat with the Zadons, is going to be even more thrilling than sex, but it’s also going to be the last thrill that most of them ever experience…

The adolescent chatter is suddenly silenced when a low flying craft appears on the horizon and comes zipping in, straight at the massed ranks of teens. Completely defenseless in their dense formations, the boys brace themselves; if it’s a Zadon battle drone, they’ll be slaughtered by its shock wave cannons before they can even fire a shot at it. The drone zooms in even lower; the teens can hear their hearts pounding in their chests, but they don’t flinch. This is not what any of them wanted or expected, being taken out en masse by a lowly drone, but they’re space troopers, brave teenage warriors, and they steel themselves to take what they have coming to them. Suddenly, the drone banks sharply off to the left, executes a circle and then zips away at a high rate of speed. The boys heave a collective sigh of relief; it’s only a recon drone. Hundreds of gloved middle fingers held high in the air, accompanied by a chorus of taunting adolescent shouts bid the snooping craft a fond farewell as it recedes into the distance. The troopers’ excitement mounts; the drone has confirmed their presence and they can expect to hear and feel the ground rumbling beneath the advancing Zadons any minute now! Finally, some combat!

In the blasted out remains of one of the village’s buildings, Logan waits with increasing impatience. Unlike the younger troopers baking in the sun in the village square, the shattered skeleton of the building provides him with some shade, but he’s still sweating profusely in his tight fitting armor and with his 6 foot tall, long limbed frame compressed into a crouch for the past 2 hours, his muscles are starting to stiffen. He already has a round loaded in his rocket launcher; all he needs to do is lock it in and the launcher will be ready for firing. He’ll need nerves of steel to let the Zadons lumber past his concealed position, hoping that his thermal signature will be lost among the mass of human bodies assembled in the village; letting the cyborgs move past him, they’ll expose their vulnerable back panels so that he can get in a shot. He knows that he’ll only have one chance; once he reveals his position by taking out a Zadon, the surviving cyborgs will turn on him and return fire. Like Ryan, Logan expects to meet death today; the entire back alley that he’s covering will turn into a maelstrom of rocket and shock wave cannon fire as the veteran non-coms and the Zadons blast each other at point blank range. We’re all gonna die…me, Sarge…everybody…but if they shoot it out with us, hopefully we’ll save a lot of those younger dudes…I had a good life…I made it to 16…I fucked a lot of chicks and made a lot of babies…I even killed a Zadon! If I have to die just so Ryan can go home to Shan tonight, it’ll be worth it! the stud reassures himself. Where the fuck are they…? he silently wonders. They know that we’re here! C’mon, you bastards, come and get us!

“Yo, dude, how was Donna last night…?” Dawson asks Alec as they stand side by side, staring straight ahead of them, their lines of sight narrowly focused by their close fitting helmets. “She was good, dude…real good!” Alec replies eagerly, his lustful, tinsel grin hidden behind the blank, expressionless face plate of his helmet. “Glad you had fun, dude…at least one of us did…” Dawson replies in a cynical tone. “You dudes didn’t make the finals…?” Alec asks. “No, we didn’t even finish in the top 100…so many fucking smacktards online last night…” Dawson replies in a dejected tone, relating the abysmal experience that he and Jay endured in the Zadon Hunter 5 semi-final tournament. “You coulda had that pussy, dude…” Alec reminds him. “Yeah, I know…woulda been nice to get laid one last time, but if I didn’t fuck her, I’m glad that you did, bro…” Dawson replies magnanimously. The conversation peters out and the two blond teens lapse into silence again, continuing to stare straight ahead of them. Standing shoulder to shoulder, together with the hundreds of other teenage troopers in the village square, they sweat into their armor some more as they wait to take what they have coming to them…

The sun beats down mercilessly. The massed formation of space troopers have been standing on their feet, shoulder-to-shoulder for 8 hours now, but still no Zadons. Heat and hunger are starting to take their toll; some of the brand new 14 year old recruits have fainted from sheer exhaustion and while Ryan has managed to stay on his feet, he’s starting to feel lightheaded and slightly delirious. The teens are no longer eager for combat, they’re just famished and exhausted. No further purpose can be served by keeping them here and the order finally comes over CommLink from the Operations Center; bring everybody home. Disengagement is dangerous; if the Zadons suddenly show up while the boys are boarding their transports, the slaughter will be frightful. Fortunately, the evacuation is carried out successfully, the transports lift off from the landing site and the operation is brought to a conclusion without a single casualty…

In the locker room back at the barracks in Xaron, the teenage troopers strip out of their armor; they’re tired, they’re ready to collapse from hunger and they stink, but they’re still alive. Even though they were all hoping to see battle, they’re glad to have another day to live, another night to hook up and fuck some chicks. Leaving their foul smelling armor and odiferous boots to air out overnight, the pungent teens troop off to the showers; after they clean up, there’s a massive meal of burgers, pizza and tacos waiting for them in the barracks dining hall. On their way to the showers, the boys continue a lively discussion that started in the locker room about whether twentysomething, thirtysomething or fortysomething pussy tastes best. The adolescent studs divide themselves into factions and debate the issue with lascivious gusto; one thing that they all agree on is don’t waste your time eating teenage pussy…

Cody, Sean and Ryan shower together in one corner of the massive shower room, together with hundreds of other raucous teenage boys. As the trio of redheads lather up, Sean pops a boner; this triggers a chain reaction as Ryan’s and Cody’s tools rapidly engorge as well. Random erections are just a fact of life for teen boys and nobody’s embarrassed; the shower is full of petrified peckers. “Yo, dude, how’s Scarlett…?” Cody asks Sean as the jets of water pelt down on them. “You should know, dude…you fucked her!” Sean ripostes. “Yeah, I fucked her and now our dude Ryan needs to fuck her, too…” Cody replies. “She’ll just laugh at me…I don’t need that shit…” Ryan replies quietly. “Dude, you fucked Melissa…who cares if my goofy little sister laughs at you…?” Sean replies. “Yo, we all fucked Melissa!” Cody exclaims boastfully; all three upright teenage peckers have been buried in the gorgeous blonde MILF’s snatch. “Yo, Scarlett’s not gonna laugh at you…she’s crazy about you, dude…” Sean now reassures Ryan as the three friends step out of the shower and reach for their towels. “Yeah…I don’t know…I’ll think about it…” Ryan replies noncommittally. No longer awkward around his older friends, he feels his self confidence growing; Sean is right…I fucked Melissa…fucked her all night! he reflects proudly. That alone puts him and his 5 inch dick on the same level as his two bigger, more experienced friends…

Delta Quadrant

“Yo, I was wondering why I never saw you around here before…so you’re here on some kind of business trip…?” Colby asks Melissa as they have dinner at Astron’s that evening. “Yeah, I work for Galactic Armor Associates…we make all the space trooper armor…and helmets and boots, too!” the blonde replies proudly. “Cool! Yo, can you do something about the boots? They make my feet stink…I mean like real bad!” the teen asks. “I can pass that along to R&D!” the blonde replies with a giggle. “So, why did they send you to Delta…? Or is that Top Secret? Would you have to kill me if you told me…?” the teen asks in a bantering tone. “I just might have to! But seriously, I had to do a quality control inspection at our warehouse here in Delta…we’ve got lots of stuff stockpiled here…” the blonde replies. “Probably for all the dudes they mobilized for the offensive…” Colby muses. “I don’t know…maybe. I’ve never seen so many redheads!” Melissa exclaims, looking out at the crowded burger joint; every couple seems to be a busty blonde MILF with a freckle faced teen boy and some lucky chicks have two or three randy redheads in tow. “Yeah, dudes they shipped in from Epsilon…you don’t wanna hook up with them, though…” Colby replies dismissively. “Why not…? Some of them are pretty cute…” Melissa counters teasingly. “Small dicks…Epsilon dudes all have small dicks…” the brash teenager replies, prompting the gorgeous blonde to laugh out loud…

Melissa’s red thong underwear is saturated with her love juices; she can’t wait any longer to get her freckle faced date back to her hotel room. “C’mon, baby…let’s go somewhere we can have some privacy…” she whispers in Colby’s ear; jumping up from her seat, she grabs the stud by the hand and leads him through the crowded burger joint. As they make their way toward the exit, Colby spots that obnoxious Epsilon redhead again, the one with the carrot colored hair and buck teeth. He’s in a booth with a gorgeous, twentysomething blonde, her d-cup boobs practically spilling out of her low cut blouse. That little bastard! He’s got game! Colby thinks admiringly. As he and Melissa pass carrottop’s table, Colby makes eye contact with his fellow redheaded stud and flashes him a thumbs up; the other teen may be obnoxious, but at least he’s spreading that ginger DNA around. Recognizing Amy’s boyfriend, carrottop returns the thumbs up and flashes a knowing smirk at his fellow redhead; they’re both getting blonde pussy tonight!

Colby throws his head back and groans. “Oh yeah…fuck yeah!” he gasps, as the eager mouth engulfs his stiffened 7 inch love tool. Down on her knees, Melissa bobs her head with girlish enthusiasm; after prolonged sucking, she slips the throbbing dick out of her mouth and gazes up at the redhead with her adoring blue eyes. “Just think, baby…we would never have met if you hadn’t almost spilled coffee on me yesterday…” the blonde now reminds him, flashing her radiant smile. “…And I wouldn’t have almost spilled coffee on you if you weren’t here to inspect boots and armor…” the stud replies with a smirk. “Yeah, this is one of the perks of being a business traveler!” the blonde giggles; she lovingly sweeps her tongue up one side of the rigid, veiny shaft and then down the other, earning another deep groan from the redheaded stud. “Oh, fuck!” Colby gasps; precum is now flowing steadily and he can feel the pressure building in his bloated balls. Looking down, he watches his love stick disappear from sight as Melissa gets back to work, her blonde head bobbing in rapid rhythm…

“Wait…where are you from again…?” the big boobed blonde asks, gazing up with a befuddled look, the alabaster penis throbbing in front of her face, its rigid shaft slathered with her saliva. “Epsilon…I’m from Epsilon…” carrottop replies patiently. “Oh yeah, that’s right…you kinda have a funny accent!” the girl replies with a giggle, before taking the redheaded stud’s love tool down to the root in one gulp. Carrottop rolls his eyes; this is the tenth time he’s told this chick that he’s from Epsilon, but it just goes in one ear and out the other. Candace (inevitably known as Candy to her friends) is 25, breathtakingly gorgeous with her long blonde hair, blue eyes and d-cup jugs, but she has the IQ of a space trooper boot. There’s nothing wrong with her cocksucking skills, though, and carrottop groans with satisfaction as the drooling bimbo easily throats his petrified 5 inch love worm, bobbing her head rhythmically, but then she abruptly stops. Pulling her mouth off carrottop’s throbbing tool, she stares into space for a moment with a blank look on her face. “Wow! Epsilon…somebody told me that you guys don’t even have an Astron’s there…” she murmurs, looking up at the bucktooth stud in bewilderment. “No, we don’t…no Astron’s…no Saturn Pizza…Epsilon sucks…and so do you, ‘cept right now you’re doin’ more talkin’ than suckin’…” the stud replies in his twangy accent. The blonde giggles in response and then puts her mouth back to work…

“Pussy is…so…fucking…good!” Colby gasps out between thrusts, as he tools Melissa’s love box with a rapid, proficient rhythm. “Oh, yeah, baby…fuck me!” the gorgeous blonde yelps, looking up at the sweaty teenage stud. “Ya wanna…do…doggy…?” the redhead now gasps, eager to switch to his favorite position. “I want to see your face, baby…I want to see what you look like when you cum!” Melissa replies, gazing deep into the stud’s green eyes as he continues his steady thrusting. Splashing the gorgeous blonde with his sweat, Colby locks eyes with her and throws extra force and speed into his hip lunges, his butt cheeks flexing with each piston-like thrust, as the beautiful blonde moans in ecstasy and the hotel bed creaks underneath them…

Grunting loudly, carrottop furiously hammers Candy doggystyle, pummeling her into one orgasm after another. The big boobed blonde is vocal and very high pitched, letting out loud, almost musical sounding yelps that make her sound like she’s yodeling. “This is…how we…fuck…in Epsilon…” the stud gasps breathlessly between thrusts. “Oh my gawd!” Candy squeals, hitting another high note that momentarily drowns out carrottop’s guttural grunting. The sweat pouring off him, the bucktooth stud clenches his teeth, grips the airheaded blonde’s hips even tighter and pounds away with a vengeance, until finally, he can feel the first powerful twinges deep in his nuts…

Colby groans as his balls convulse forcefully and he starts spewing his man scum deep into Melissa’s well pounded love slot; the blonde murmurs lustful words of encouragement as the freckled teen pumps thick slimy clots of his genetic goo into her. At almost the same moment, carrottop throws his head back and yells “Fuck!” as his nuts explode and his spurting tool flings his ball sludge deep into Candy’s babymaker. Both studs have endured relentless teasing for their red hair and freckles and carrottop has taken an extra dose of abuse for his buck teeth but this is their payback, every spurt of their convulsing tools hurling their redheaded DNA deep into blonde pussy. The fucking will continue all night long; for their second round, Melissa will get down on all fours and thrust out her gorgeous ass, offering herself up for a savage doggystyle hammering by Colby, before they revert to mish for the rest of the night. As for carrottop, he’ll pound Candy into the early morning hours with so much ferocity that the scatter brained blonde will have trouble walking for the next several days…

DAILY CASUALTY REPORT

319 space troopers killed in minor actions today.

(to be continued...)