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This was the story I wrote while Raul was drawing the 26-picture series he recently posted!

http://www.sexyamazons.com/gals/displayimage.php?pos=-59872

This is the longest story I've posted on here, so hopefully people won't get too bored reading it, haha. This was written in bits and pieces over the span of... awhile, so you may notice the writing change here and there. It's probably because of the number of breaks taken while writing it!

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I step off the transport with a nervous gulp. I'm walking with a group of other troopers, all of us marching obediently despite the nervous glances! Fresh recruits, as most troopers were given the short life expectancy, we had never seen such a battlefield before! Large billowing clouds of smoke pour from the cloud city structures. The occasional pang of laser fire breaking the silence. We had taken this part of the city, but there were still bodies everywhere! Cold flesh piled where they fell, tits thrust up and still smoking from the laser that had killed the girl attached to them!

I can't help but blush at the sight, my freckled cheeks reddening with a self-destructive delight at the sight! I step over the body of a blonde rebel, her belly sizzling and her legs spread as she stares up at me with sightless blue eyes! I turn my nose up with a pleased smile; rebel bitch got what she deserved! Even the bodies of my sisters get a smug smile as I pass them, weak cunts clearly didn't have what it took to survive! I was going to be a hero, and they were meat to be processed! My uniform was much nicer as well!

Instead of the usual white and black uniforms, my platoon wore black tops with pink satin panties riding on our hips! I can just feel how cute my tight teenage bum is in and it only makes me prouder to be a trooper! The jetpack on my back, and the backs of the other similarly dressed girls made it clear why we had the special uniforms. My taut panties rippling over my butt as I walk, I notice a few of the other girls glancing back at me; gah, sluts! My platoon had all been in the same graduating class, and we were all as eager to see our bitchy classmates bite the dust as the rebel girls we were going to be fighting! Such rivalries were natural in a do-or-die situation like the clone training camp!

"Alright, bitches!" The sergeant yells out, "We're going to attack from the north! There's no solid ground there, just a garbage incineration module! That means we're going heavy on the jetpacks, and if one of you dumb sluts gets shot down, it's gonna be a long drop into some nasty stuff. It'll eat through soft tissue in minutes, so unless you want to lose ALL of your weight, you'd better stay sharp!"

For the second time, I gulp nervously! My nerves are shaking, red hair trickling free from my white hairband.

Ahead of us the ground drops away, and a large chasm-like opening looms. Far below, rather than the abyss of clouds which had swallowed so many of my sisters, lay a long stretch--at least a mile!--of bubbling green fluid. It was designed to melt down the trash of Cloud City, and I was going to make sure it did just that; those rebel sluts were garbage, after all!

"Alright, ladies. First bitch to die buys drinks for the rest of us in Hell!"

I'm so scared! But I take off anyway, just as desperately horny to see some sluts fry in their jetpacks! Unlike the ground troopers, we don't have cocks, but my panties--smooth and sleek--are still wet with excitement!

The rumble of my jetpack joins those of my sisters. There are nearly 150 of us in the group and we fill the sky as he rush towards our objective. The city stretches out in the distance, but below me there's nothing but the chasm of the city's dump! A strange lake lays at the bottom. It's green, and doesn't look very deep, but the waves rippling across it seem un-natural. My sergeant had mentioned the fluid would eat through all soft tissue... my skin crawls at the thought, but my panties grow a little wetter and I can't help but rub my thighs together slightly.

"Eyes forward, meat" shouts another trooper as she zips past me. I blush and turn my attention back towards the distant buildings we were heading for! The smooth satin of my pink panties ripple slightly in the breeze as we push forward, but at least it keeps the dampness of my own horniness in check! Still, I can feel it in the pit of my trim teenage belly, and watching my sisters in similar uniforms only excites me even more.

It's as I'm checking out the satin-covered ass of T24 that I notice movement in the distance! Small specks are rising from the buildings we were ordered to take, and it takes several seconds for me to realize that they're rebels! They had secured a stash of jetpacks somewhere and now they were going to attack us up here. My heart races and my mouth runs dry, this was it, I was about to have my first battle! I grit my teeth and maintain pace with my sisters, ashamed of the little knot of fear I feel.

"Get ready, bitches! Here they come!"

There's still several minutes before we're close enough to make them out properly. I can see they're wearing special uniforms as well, red panties and grey tops. I lift my blaster, ready to start shooting these sluts out of the sky but they're still not in range. My nipples are rock hard atop my small breasts, pressing out against the somewhat stretchy fabric of my top lewdly. Oh god, I'm so horny I could just cum right here and now!

"Hold your fire! Wait until they're close so we can really show these sluts how easy it is to kill them!" my sergeant yells out. I can hear her easily over the rumbling jetpacks because of a small earpiece communicator.

The rebels open fire first, their discipline not as rigid as ours and they were likely just as excited to start killing us! The more experienced troopers take evasive action, but the young girls like me just keep flying forward!

A blonde trooper with her hair in pigtails takes a stray laser right to her belly. Heat radiates from the wound, smoke curling upwards, even as she lets out a powerful deathcry. I fly right past her and can see the look of pain and horror on her face as she struggles to stay up, but the laser had gone right out her back and wrecked her jetpack as well! Sparks fly as it finally sputters and she falls, screaming all the way.

"AIIIIIIIIE!" the young teen was as good as dead now! Her legs kick and her arms spin as she plummets to her death in the acid far below. A brunette joins her, taking a pair of shots to her perky young tits. "GAAAAAAAH!" she cries out, her flight spiraling out of control even as she cums powerfully into her pink panties, more meat for the acid to devour!

"OPEN FIRE!" the sergeant yells even as she dodges around the falling brunette, not sparing the shrieking girl a second glance.

I raise my gun as ordered, my blaster as hungry as my wet pussy for some rebel sluts to fall shrieking from the sky. I spot my first target even as my sisters open fire! A short-haired redhead is looking right at me. Her lips pulled back to show off her teeth, the girl looks as old as I do, her freckled cheeks making her seem even younger. She raises her gun just as I take aim, but I fire first! Fire erupts in a small lick of flame from the muzzle of my blaster, and even before I release the trigger, I can see her shrieking in pain.

The rebel slut's mouth opens wide, her teeth bared as she drops her gun and clutches at the laser wounds I'd put in her chest and belly. "F-FUUUCK!" The young girl is fried! My breathing grows quick as her body splays out, her red panties filling with girlish cum as her own death drives her to orgasm violently. It only lasts a second or two, but it's my first kill and I savour it. Soon, she's falling, smoke trailing from her jetpack as she falls towards the acid below.

There! Another girl! I twist and fire upwards, my shots slamming into the jetpack of a brunette from behind! I can see her ass clench tightly in her red panties, her head whipping back as a shriek of pain rips from her mouth. "AIIIIIIE!" Another slut blown away! It's clear she has no control of her damaged jetpack and it soon cuts out, leaving her to fall helplessly with nothing to do but scream! My panties are so wet by now that I can barely think straight, my body on fire and the desire to blast more rebels out of the sky all-consuming.

A blonde with a black hairband in her hair fires at me and I can feel the heat of the shots as they zip right by me. She tries to veer away and fly past me but my reflexes are too quick and my training takes over. I put a shot squarely through her chest, her mouth and eyes opening wide in surprise as she realizes she'd just been killed! I can't help but grin, my third kill already. The blonde shrieks as she flies past me, clutching helplessly at the bloody wound. I don't stop moving, but I shudder as I think of her joining the other bodies raining from the sky, her panties full of a final reflexive--and humiliating--orgasm!

"NYAAAAAAAaaahhhhh---" the scream of my latest kill fades as she falls, more young meat for the acid to consume!

Already the acid below is getting its share of troopers and rebels to devour. Though it looks watery from this high up, those that had already fallen into it knew better. It was thicker, like gelatin, and it sucked and grabbed at their nearly naked bodies as they writhed in horror at the fate that had found them.

The brunette whose jetpack I'd blasted hit it with a final shriek of fear and pain. Her legs kicking helplessly, the goo washed over her, holding her tight. It slid across her belly and hips, tingling her nerves at first touch. Surprisingly, her ass hit the bottom quickly. It was only a foot deep! Like a film, the acidic goo encased the doomed brunette, cutting off her air and the shrieks that had been escaping her. All around her other girls were meeting similar ends, some already encased as she would soon be, others just hitting it. There was a constant rain of young bodies coming from the battle so far above.

As it slid over her face, the girl's head snapped backwards, eyes wide with fear. Her small tits thrust upwards, the girl soon found herself completely cocooned in it, her arms bent at the elbows and her legs spread. There was no air, and no sound. Within minutes, all that would be left of the cute little brunette would be a brown-haired skeleton wearing her uniform, all of her soft tissue eaten up by the corrosive slime, one of many casualties of the vicious air warfare! She was expendable though, and eventually the slime would be dredged of all of the sluts who'd perished in it.

A trooper who lay in the goo only several feet away from her tried desperately to push herself up, facedown in the sludge and straining to escape it. It cocooned her just as thoroughly as the brunette. The black-haired trooper's ass quivers in her pink panties, the girl feeling it sliding over her youthful body. Knowing she was dead, the girl couldn't but cum again! "I'm a goner..." breathed out before the exertion finally took her and she collapsed into the muck, half-conscious as it slid over her, watching through half-lidded eyes as more of her sisters fell screaming into the acid to join her as meat.

Even as my sisters perish below, I'm still fighting above! A group of rebels had begun to move away from the main battle, looking to find somewhere safe that they could pick us off one at a time. I fire at them as they retreat and manage to score a kill! A blonde clutches at her back as her head whips backwards, "GYAAAAH!" Her sisters don't bother look back as she falls out of formation, spiraling towards the acid below.

Nearby, I see a trooper get blown away. The short-haired brunette had been in my class, and she'd been a real bitch! Always quick to brag about how she was going to be the best, and that we were just going to get in her way, I can't help but smirk smugly as I see her cute features crinkle up in pain. A pair of holes in her belly showed where she'd been hit, her body arching forward, ass tight in her pink panties as her hips buck helplessly in mid-orgasm. "So long, slut!" I think. Her lips are pulled back in a grimace of pain, and I hope she knows I'm watching as she falls out of the sky.

I find myself wondering what it felt like...

I force myself to turn my attention back to the fight. Things are still going strong despite the number of casualties on both sides already! My heart is racing and as I shift position to veer to the right, I can feel the dampness between my thighs. I was hornier than I'd ever been, and now I needed to kill some more rebel sluts!

I open fire on a small group, smiling a satisfied smile as I blast a young brunette right out of the sky. She shrieks as smoke gushes from her jetpack, her hands clutching her trim belly as she fries! I fly by her even as her body bucks and jerks before beginning to fall, and I can see the large dark spot on her panties grow as she orgasms powerfully into them. Her friends take off, leaving her to her fate as she plummets towards the ground.

"AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEeeeeeee----" her screams grow fainter the farther she falls, but I'm not listening much anymore anyway!

Nearby I spot a redheaded rebel, a blue barette in her hair, which is long enough to flow in the air rushing past her slightly freckled face, but short enough to give her a cute tomyboyish look. I gasp softly and feel my young pussy tremble with excitement. I wanted to be the one to kill that bitch! Through the confusing mess of bodies flying back, and occasionally contorting in pain as they soak up some other bitch's lasers, she sees me too! The way I'm looking at her must be obvious, because she turns towards me.

Our gazes set, we move, but don't reach each other. She's forced to turn as one of my sisters opens fire on her. The blonde trooper is another of my classmates and I gasp! No! She was -my- kill! The rebel fires smoothly though and the trooper is toast! Her small tits bounce free from her uniform as her back arches, gun dropped and both hands lifting to her breasts.

"GYAAAAAAAAAH!" the pain in her voice is easy to hear! Her blue eyes clenched shut, her teeth bared as she shrieks in pain, I watch my sister meet her end and find I'm happy to see it. The dumb slut had almost stolen my kill! The trooper's pink panties are a mess now, full of cum and rippling in the air as she bucks and thrashes out her final few futile seconds of life. Then, like the others, she's falling, already forgotten as the rebel turns back towards me.

I fire a few pot shots, but am forced to zip right by her, expecting the heat of her lasers in my own belly any second... but they never come! From behind me though several lasers nearly strike me. I see them fly by a few inches from my head, and feel their heat. Shit! I had someone on my tail! My ass clenches in my panties, tension filling my belly as I veer off and try to shake my pursuer. More shots! I pull up, kicking my feet a bit as though I were swimming. More shots!! I'm all nerves now, all it'd take was one lucky shot and I was dead meat! Biting my lip, my hair whipping about in the wind, I cut my jetpack suddenly. The roar of its engine dies, and after a brief second of weightlessness, I start to fall.

The rebel behind me is caught off guard, thinking that maybe she'd hit me after all. As I turn towards her, I open fire even as I fall!

"Scream and die, bitch!" I call as I plummet towards her. She tries to turn, but the black-haired girl is too slow and my lasers pierce downwards through her chest, erupting out her lower back.

"FUUUUUUUUUCK" she howls in pain! Agony tears at her youthful features as I finish her off! My engine starts back up as grey smoke billows from her jetpack, pieces of it falling away as the girl bends backwards, giving me a beautiful view of her cute firm belly and her spread legs.

"AYYYYYIIIIIIiiii---!" and she's gone, more girl-meat for the acid!

A trooper who was flying beside me forces me to look away from the falling rebel bitch I'd just blown away. She's hovering, firing wildly at a clump of rebels, her blonde hair trembling underneath the pink barette she wears.

"Scream and die, bitches!" I remember her from when we'd been preparing for this fight, she'd been so quiet and nervous then! T02 (She was in the first picture you drew for this series, I think she's adorable!) had scored a few kills of her own and was as eager as I was to get a few more! Her panties are dark between her thighs and the smell of her arousal isn't hard to miss. She's only a few feet from me and I turn to help her just in time to see her die.

The young teen, so horny to kill more enemies, becomes someone else's next kill as laser fire tears up her belly and small tits. "GYAAAAAAAAH!" Her back arches, and I see her firm young ass clench in her pink panties. The fabric ripples slightly as her hips buck and her arms fly outwards. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is open, the girl's tongue sticking out in a stupefied look of pain and surprise as she sees her kill fly towards her; it was the redhead in the blue barette! T02 buckles backwards, tits thrust up almost proudly as she starts to fall out of the sky, smoke trailing from her jetpack as warm cum runs down her leg. "YAAAAAAAAAIIIIiiiiiieeee----" She's gone!

I can't help but feel like I was going to cum too! Seeing the young blonde bite the dust so close to me has me even hornier than before! I lift my blaster and open fire on the redhead, but she fires back and nearly sends me screaming into the acid as well. Both of us miss though; maybe she's just as excited as I am, I don't know! As she flies towards me, I kick my jetpack into gear and head towards her, lasers blasting so close to our vulnerable bodies, knowing that at any second one of us could send the other to an early death. We're so caught up in our little fight that neither of us notice that we're about to collide! Only at the last second do I get my hands up, our bodies striking each other and tumbling frantically in each other's arms.

"You're fucked, slut!" She growls at me

"Ready to die, bitch?" I snap back, both of us grabbing and tearing at each other's bodies. Our hips press against each other's, panties gliding against the smooth, damp fabric of the other's uniform. Legs tangling, I can't help but notice the heat of her trim body and it excites me! Our hearts are racing and all the while we're fighting over the awkward positions our blasters had ended up in.

"You aren't good enough to beat me! I'm gonna feed your corpse to the acid!" She gets her free hand up and slams it into my belly, right on my bellybutton. I moan out in surprise and pain, my teeth clenching as hot pain races up my gut.

"You cunt! I'm gonna blow a hole open in that gut of yours" I hiss, bringing my knee up to try and push her away from me a bit. Our jetpacks sputter and roar as we tumble in the air trading blows. I manage to punch her twice in the tits, which draws a strangled cry from her, her mouth opening in the short yell and showing off her white teeth. She pounds on my belly and I feel like I'm gonna cum each time she does, oh god! It hurts so bad. My stomach muscles are trembling and aching as I get one of my hands caught in her hair and yank it back. She shrieks out in pain and anger but I don't let go!

"Dirty bitch! Let go!" She pushes at me, her body flexing and twisting sexily as she does, but I don't let her go! I force her head to tillt backwards, exposing her throat which I bite almost sensually. I don't bite hard enough to cut through the skin, just hard enough to draw a squeal of pain from her. I can feel the fight leaving her, like prey that had accepted it'd been caught by a predator. We're both breathing heavily and the smell of our juvenile arousal is strong. Finally though, I get my gun pressed against her belly.

"Please! No!" she begs, feeling the heated muzzle of my blaster against her vulnerable skin.

"So long, bitch!" I practically pant out the parting shot before I put two lasers square into her quivering belly.

"FRAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Her scream is powerful and long. Her body contorts and I release it, letting her thrash in the sky as I kill her! For all her talk, the girl was now my victim! I put another shot into her chest, causing her shirt to flap open and expose her youthful tits; she wouldn't be getting any more kills today, now she was MY kill!

I watch as the girl's death-orgasm causes her whole body to buck forward, her panty-covered pussy put on display for me as her panties fill with cum. "AH GOD! YOU SLUT!" she screams out as she orgasms powerfully. Blood trickles down her white-skinned belly and the look of pain on her face is too much! As she starts to fall, screaming as she joins the other weak bitches in the acid far below, I realize I'm on the verge of an orgasm too. Killing such a confident young slut is too much for me, and I cum as well!

"Oh! Oh god!" I moan out, feeling my pussy tremble as an orgasm tears through me. "AH! AH!" I'm yelling as I cum! My nipples are rock hard and my free hand pushes between my thighs. I'm vulnerable like this, but oh god, it felt so good. My body writhes gently even as my latest kill vanishes into the acid below. Somehow, I survive it, none of the rebels deciding to put a shot into me as they fight my sisters. Trying to catch my breath, I slowly gather myself, trying to ignore the warm cum caught in my now wet panties and trickling down my inner thigh.

The acid happily embraces all of the young flesh that enters it. Those still alive when they reach it find their shrieks cut short as they collide with the warm goo. It catches them, and traps them, like flies caught on glue paper the girls have no chance to escape. A few fight desperately, weakened from their wounds and from the orgasms that had ripped through their nubile bodies when they'd been blasted out of the sky.

The redhead I'd just killed is no exception.

"AIIIIIIIIEEEEEEeee--" her shrieks as she fell were cut short by the *schlurp!* of her body sliding into the caustic slime. Her body quivers as she struggles against it, her vision already cloudy from pain and bloodloss. Still, she fights! Arching her back, she gets her shoulders off the ground, young perky tits thrust forward as she lets out a final garbled scream, "GRRLBABLBLRRBL"

All around her troopers and rebels die in the acid. Their struggles are always futile, and after a minute, all of them succumb and fall still. A number of the weak bitches have already been eaten away, nothing left but bones and hair laying in their uniforms--which the acid doesn't seem to affect--like some kind of weird preserved bug collection on display beneath the green sheen of the slime.

A black-haired rebel bitch with a white barette who'd been blown away only seconds before the redhead herself, gives up the fight and dies several feet away. Her final laboured shriek masked by the acidic goo filling her mouth. Wide brown eyes grow glassy as the girl falls facedown, her body twitching and shivering before laying still. The redhead watches in horror as she witnesses her fate, green eyes pleading as though the acid would show her mercy. She can feel it eating away at her skin already, pain lancing into her as it fills her blaster-wounds.

T02--the blonde with the pink barette who the redhead had killed herself--is already dead nearby. Tits up she stares upwards blindly, her skin already being eaten by the acid. Soon she'd be just another skeleton wearing a trooper uniform.

More rebels and troopers fall to their deaths in the goo even as the redhead feels her strength giving out. A blonde trooper falls nearby, her body arching up as she too tries to fight the inevitable. For the redhead, she can't help but feel her body start to weaken, falling facedown into the green muck and only able to lay there and wait for death. Nearby another redheaded rebel hits the muck with a splat.

The redhead's body shudders as her eyes half-close. A final orgasm rips through her, her raw pussy flexing and twitching as her hips buck slightly. Even before she's done gushing the last of her juices into her acid-filled panties, however, she dies! The fight continues without her and nobody even seems to notice she's gone. Minutes pass, and she's another set of bleached bones mingling with the remains of all of the other sluts, losers and bitches that had been blown out of the sky!

I steady myself, blushing brightly as I come down from the unexpected orgasm. My belly is still in knots as I shakily turn back towards the fight. It's then that I notice the rebels are retreating! They've begun to drop down lower, seeking some safety above the sticky corpse-filled acid goo as they make a break for what seems to be a bridge in the distance. My sisters and I give chase immediately, all of us achingly horny from the battle and eager to finish off the cowardly rebel sluts trying to escape!

We fly low, only twenty feet or so above the acid. We're close enough that I can see the rebels and troopers caught in the goo's deadly grip much clearer than I could before. My knees press together as I listen to them scream in pain and moan in sour submission as they fight and writhe against the acid eating away at their nubile young bodies. I see a brunette on her back as I fly by, it's a trooper, one of my sisters. She's holding an arm up at us as we pass, her hazel coloured eyes opened wide and a scream escaping her, but none of us can help her now and we fly by.

Rebels and troopers finish dying side by side, many of them ignoring their foes as they finish out the last agony-filled moments of their short lives. I see one trooper who hasn't forgotten her training though. Despite the wound in her side--red blood streaking across her back--she was wrestling with a rebel who had fallen close to her. The two were already doomed, but still they fought! I can't help myself and I stop briefly, hovering as my sisters continue to give chase... I can catch up in a few seconds...

The trooper has the upperhand, it's clear. They tumble and writhe in the green muck with a vigor one wouldn't expect from the dying, their lean bodies tensed and their teeth grinding as they try to ignore the pain. The trooper lands a hit that sends the rebel back into the muck with a splat though, and they both realize it was over! The rebel tries to regain her kneeling position, but the goo doesn't let her. Flat on her back, her tits thrust up, the rebel tries in vain to defend herself as the trooper's legs close around her throat. Her tongue jumps from between her lips as she finds all of her air cut off!

"HRRRRK!" She gurgles out as she finds it impossible to breathe, darkness stealing into the corners of her vision as the trooper stares smugly down at her, as though she wasn't going to be dead soon as well. All around them rebels and troopers die, but the trooper is determined to take one last bitch to hell with her! The black haired trooper's legs tighten even as the rebel's body jerks and thrashes in the muck. Her back archs, tits pushing upwards as green slime trickles down their sides.

"GRRRRGggghhh...." She rasps out, her eyes bulging. Finally, the black haired trooper has had it with this rebel cunt. She twists her legs and I imagine I can hear the snap of the rebel's neck as the trooper deftly breaks it. The rebel's body convulses powerfully, a thick gush of cum filling her panties for a final time. The slain rebel's fingers curl and then she's still, her head lolling back before falling into the muck as the trooper removes her legs. The rebel's head is turned to the side, half of her face submerged in the goo as the other half stares slackly ahead.

"You're fucking meat, bitch" wheezes out the trooper, who quickly realizes she can't get up again either. Her body is worn out, her strength gone. Strands of the acid hang onto her body, and try as she might, she finds herself collapsing into it, She seems me staring and reaches an arm out towards me as though expecting me to help her. I can see the panic in her eyes, as though she hadn't known as soon as she'd been blown out of the sky that she was as dead as the slut she'd just killed!

I watch her for a few seconds before I speed forward to catch up with the sisters, the landscape below me dotted with fallen girls all waiting their turn to become bones bleaching in the sun... the bridge is close now but the rebels aren't getting away that easily. Taking aim... I open fire on their retreating bodies...

The chase continues!

Laser blasts fly back and forth even as we chase down the rebels. We zip over the goo, ignoring the screams of our fallen sisters and enjoying the shrieks of the dying rebels. I fire without aiming, sending shot after shot after the fleeing rebels, hoping to get lucky and hit one.

I manage to blast a redheaded girl right in her jetpack. She looks behind her, smoke and sparks fizzling from the pack as her eyes widen in horror. She doesn't even know who it was that killed her, but she knows she's fucked!

"N-NYAAAAH!" she falls out of the rebel formation, arms and legs kicking uselessly. She hits the goo hard, sending a wave of it as she rolls with the momentum of her short fall. I fly right over her as she struggles and fights, almost entirely covered in the muck.

"Later, bitch!" I call back to her! A blond rebel clutches her tits and falls from the sky as well, *SPLAT* more meat! A trooper beside me catches a laser to her own tits, smoke curling from the heated edges of the bloody wound as she flips and turns in the air.

"AIIIIIIIE" I duck around her as she tumbles from the sky, and I don't look back but I can hear the sound of her colliding with the muck at high speeds. The remaining rebels spread out and our shots become less effective. Occasionally one of the girls gets struck and dies screaming, but it becomes clear we had better targets right below us.

"Target practice, girls!" calls out a trooper as she opens fire on the rebels trapped in the acid! A blonde rebel who had arched her back, trying to escape the grip of the goo, takes two right to the belly. Her head tilts back and she howls out in pain as her cute little gut gets fried by hot lasers! She flops back unmoving into the muck, her tongue hanging out against her cheek as smoke wisps from her wounds and her eyes stare upwards. I open fire as well! I nail a brunette right in her back. She's on her hands and knees in the acid, shoulder-length hair coated in the green slime. Two of my shots cut into her back and she rears her head back, shrieking out as I finish her off. She trembles before falling face-first into the muck, her ass clenching and jiggling in her red panties as she dies!

Something unexpected happens then! One of the rebels in the acid has somehow held onto her blaster! I nearly take one to my chest as she begins firing aimlessly into the cloud of troopers passing overhead. I twist and turn, avoiding the shots. Nearby, T52 (She's in the first picture! Hehe) isn't so lucky! The young redhead takes a trio of shots to her perky tits, her uniform torn open by the deadly lasers.

"URRRRRAAAGH!!" Even as she flies forward, she rears up, her chest thrust out as blood pours down it. Her eyes are clenched shut, teeth bared as black smoke billows from her jetpack. I gasp, glancing back, knowing I couldn't do anything to save the cute girl and relishing the final moments of her life guiltily. She begins to spin out of control, gun flying from her hands as she plummets into the acid. I'm already too far away to see her by the time she hits the acid, and nobody even slows, the fight continues like she'd never been there!

I send a laser into a struggling blonde below, hitting her in the throat and sending her flat onto her back where she writhes and chokes even as the acid eats away at her.

These bitches were just too much fun to kill! My panties are still wet from my earlier orgasm, but I can still feel my own wetness as I kill the helpless rebel sluts writhing in the goo... the bridge is close now though, and the surviving rebels pull up, heading for the top of it.

Unaware of what was waiting for us, my sisters and I follow...

As I head towards the bridge, I can't help but continue to fire at the girls below. Their cries and howls of pain only get my panties wetter; I even start firing on the downed troopers. It's to ease their suffering... or at least that's what I tell myself!

I line up a shot on a blonde trooper, her eyes wide in horror as she watches the ooze glide over her young, doomed, body. I put one right in her chest. The girl's tits press upwards as she thrusts her chest forward, soaking up my laser fire!

"Urrrrgh..." I imagine I can hear the soft moan that escapes her as she dies, falling back into the muck as her body trembles and blood trickles from the blaster-wound.

I fire on a redheaded trooper, her hair partially covering her face as she fights in the ooze, trying to lift her arm but unable to get it far. Already it's more bone than flesh. "Sorry, sister!" I murmur under my breath, as if I weren't thrilled to get to end such a cute girl myself. I fire!

"GYAAAAAH!" hot pain scorches the girl's belly, her legs spreading as she soaks up the lethal blasts. Body bucking, a final shot hits her right in the throat! The girl's deathscream becomes a gurgle as she collapses back into the acid, her eyes still wide open and hair still falling over her freckled face.

The bridge is close now and I pull up suddenly. Leaving the acid further and further below, I forget about my fallen sisters and focus on the rebel sluts flying away from us still. Upwards we rocket, air rushing past my face in gusts that flick and toss my bangs against my forehead. Then we hit the top and--- it's a trap!

The rebel bitches had been waiting for us! Their jetpack troops continue to flee, but atop the bridge there're lines of rebel foot-troopers with their guns ready. Several AA cannons have already been set up. I gasp, my breath catching in my throat as I feel the intensity of inevitable death crash through my thoughts. My pussy spasms gently, as if trying to remind me of how horny I was.

"FIRE!"

I hear the order, and immediately the sky is filled with deadly projectiles. Large booming shells from the AA cannon mix with the blaster-fire of several dozen rebel infantry. Desperately, we fire back, but they had their hands in our proverbial panties, and there was nothing we could do but scream and die!

A young blue-eyed brunette beside me gets hit almost immediately. Her body bucks and contorts as she falls screaming from the sky. A blonde nearby takes a row of shots to her tits, her uniform torn open and her sizzling breasts put on display as she clutches at them. "AHHHH, FUCK!"

More girls fall as we buzz around in confusion and fear, we're sitting ducks! A black-haired girl with a white bow in her hair dives towards the bridge, as though trying to counterattack. Instead she takes a blast of shrapnel to her back from one of the exploding AA shells. Her jetpack detonates like a bomb! Feet kicking, the screaming girl--her uniform on fire in places--falls pitifully short of the bridge, and plummets to her death in the acid below! "AIIIIIIIEEEEEeeee----"

Three girls open fire, but they're too clustered and a single AA shell detonates. All three are caught in the blast, peppered by shrapnel that shorts out their jetpacks. Their screams mingle together as their panties gush with sudden dampness, "GYAAAAAH---AIIIIEEE--NOOOOO!" blown out of the sky, the girls fall like the others, their well-kept bodies destroyed by the rebels' weapons.

Finally, some of us manage to open fire with some success! Many of my sisters continue to fall around me, swatted out of the air like flies. A redhead several feet away grunts as she takes a string of shots through her belly and chest. I don't even look as she topples backwards, as though doing a flip before letting out a dwindling shriek as she falls! Fuck! I was so horny! Any second now I was going to die... all I could do was wait for it, and hope I took a few of these rebel whores into the acid with me! Somehow... I don't die yet.

My shot strikes a brunette close to the railing. She throws her hands out, screaming out in pain and surprise before toppling against the railing. Bent over it, her ass clenches and wiggles in her panties before she lies still, arms danging down towards the acid so far below. Another rebel nearby runs for cover, but takes several shots to her back. Blood splashes on the cement bridge as she's thrown face-down onto it, blown off her feet by the force of the blaster fire!

"GET SOME GRENADES ON THAT BRIDGE!" shouts T89 nearby, she motions for the reserves to move up with some grenades while we held off the rebels on the bridge. I'm gritting my teeth as I fire at one rebel after another, moving in the air to try and avoid getting blown away myself! I spot a young redhead standing against the railing. Her hair's pulled back in pigtails and the freckles on her cheeks make her look younger than she probably was.

"Gotcha, slut" I say to myself as I fire at her. She's too busy shooting at one of my sisters, so when I tag her with my blaster, she's caught completely off guard. My lasers slam into her chest, smoke sizzling from the wounds as her whole body goes rigid and taut.

"G-GAH! THE FUCK!" she looks down in surprise, blood oozing down her front. Teetering on the edge of the bridge, the girl looks for help desperately from the other rebels, but they're too busy to do anything but try and survive; she's on her own. Eyes rolling back, the girl lets out a pitiful moan before tumbling right off of the bridge, "EEEEEEEEYAAAAHHHHhhhhhhh----" only her gun is left of her now, the rest just more meat for the acid.

I spot another rebel just as she blows away one of my sisters, the blonde trooper not standing a chance as she's raked by lasers. Even before my slain sister has time to finish her scream, I'm filling her killer with lasers! The girl grunts and jerks as I rain death down on her, and finally she falls backwards, landing ontop of some ammo crates. Gasping up towards the sky as blood trickles from her mouth, the girl's body jerks and writhes gently, her legs hanging over the edge of the crate as cum oozes down her thigh and she dies.

"Grenades are ready, ma'am!" Shouts a perky young brunette.

"Good! Let 'em loose!" T89 cries out, hurling one herself.

Almost immediately, the bridge is covered in explosions! Rebels are flying over the edge one after the other as ammo crates explode, and grenades send deadly shrapnel into warm flesh. The screams are loud and constant!

I throw a grenade myself, grinning as it lands beneath an AA gun manned by an unaware blonde with short hair with braids running through it. She's all smiles as she fires on us, but when the grenade goes off, the entire cannon goes up in flames! With her still on it! "FYAAAAAAH!" she's thrown backwards and off the bridge, killed before she'd even knew what'd hit her.

"Suck that, bitch!" I call after her. The bridge was almost clear, the surviving rebels running for safety but easily killed by more grenades, or strafing runs.

The bridge is falling apart as I make a second pass of it, lasers blasting through the chest and belly of one of the rebels still fighting. She stumbles back and falls shrieking off the side of the bridge, the railing long since broken off.

I rub a hand deftly between my thighs as I watch her fall towards the acid so far below. The smooth fabric of my panties is wet with my own lust, and at least one unexpected orgasm, and I grind it against my aching pussy needfully. The rebels were on the retreat now, the bridge thoroughly destroyed as it shed creaking metal girders and screaming rebel sluts into the green lake of acid. The corpses of dozens of both troopers and rebels dot the green landscape, most of them now just skeletal remains trapped inside their laser-scorched uniforms.

How many sluts had I sent screaming down to their deaths below? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and even as my hand pulls away from my needy loins to once again clutch my blaster, I can feel another orgasm building in me. I grit my teeth against the pleasure, however, and return to the fight.

My sisters are rallying. There're far fewer than when we'd started our assault, but there were still enough to finish off the rebel forces. I rejoin the ranks even as they begin to pursue the fleeing rebels. The smoking remains of the bridge is left behind as we fire on the backs of our enemies.

Occasionally a laser connects, and a rebel whore falls from their formation, clutching and howling out in agony and despair as they plummet to the acid below. Eventually the remaining rebels realize that they weren't going to be able to just run away, and they turn to fight. The far end of the acid pool is well within sight now, and we can see scurrying rebels trying to evacuate before we overtake them. The whores still in the air would try to delay us reaching the others, that was obvious.

When they turn to fight, we don't slow down. Several troopers around me are struck by blaster fire! A blonde rears back as a laser catches her right in the throat. Her tongue jabs out from between her lips as she lets out a desperate choking gurgle, blood trickling from her lips as she clutches at the deadly wound helplessly. She spirals out of control, falling out of the formation even as she bucks and creams her panties almost submissively, killed so easily by some rebel bitch.

Another trooper bites the dust nearby. She takes several laser blasts to her perky young tits. She lets out a guttural cry of pain as she grabs at her smoking breasts. "URRRRAAAGH!", she's fucking toast though. The brunette's body twists in the air, her brown hair held in place by several hairclips as her feet kick instinctively from the pain rushing through her. Smoke trailing from her jetpack, she falls like the other weak sluts that had been killed in the battle so far. I'm still alive though!

I fly around the falling corpse of the brunette and open fire myself. My lasers tag the slim expanse of a neon-green haired rebel girl's belly. A lot of the rebels had begun dying their hair it seemed, probably some attempt to explore their newfound freedom after escaping the Imperial forces; dumb bitches. The green haired slut's belly thrusts forward as it soaks up the lasers, her legs spreading and a thick stream of cum running down her leg as she howls out, "YAAAAAAAAAIIIII!", I stifle a moan as I enjoy sending another bitch to her death.

I see a rebel zap a short-haired redhead above me. From the angle the rebel's at, she manages to trace a line of laserfire right along the poor trooper's pussy and lower gut, destroying her womanhood even as she kills her. Even I can't help but wince a little at the trooper's bad luck, that had to hurt! The slain trooper howls and thrashes in the air as she's sterilized by the hot laser fire seconds before her life is ended by the same. She plummets right past me, her eyes half-lidded and her mouth a little open as she spends the last seconds of her life in shock from the damage done by the lasers.

I kill the rebel slut that'd killed her though. The bitch doesn't even have time to re-aim her weapon before my lasers tear open her chest.

"NGGAAAAAAAH!!"

Killer becomes killed, and I score another point as the rebel bitch falls backwards, doubling over almost as blood runs down her front and she perishes.

Then something happens that I wasn't expecting! Hot pain runs through my body as laser-fire erupts from my belly. Blood splatters as I look down in horror, n...no! My whole body pushes forward as my deathscream erupts from me, and I'm helpless to stop it. A final shot bursts from between my small tits and I know for sure that I'd just been killed!

"AIIIIIIIIIEE!!!" Just like the slut I'd blown away after she'd killed my sister, some rebel bitch had just blown ME away! I hadn't even seen her lining up her shot... but that hadn't stopped her from taking it. My body convulses as I try to grapple with the knowledge that I was about to die. My ass clenches in my rippling pink panties, the taut muscles shuddering as my jetpack sputters and chokes with smoke.

I don't see the girl a dozen feet behind me, her pink hair done up in intricate braids and a smug smile on her face as she watches my body convulse. "Gotcha, bitch" she says to herself, smoke curling from the tip of her blaster.

My body arches back as my jetpack sputters to a stop, and I'm falling. The air rushing past my head doesn't drown out the sounds of the fight continuing all around me. My arms are flailing, as though they were trying to grab onto something to stop my fall. I fall away from the battle regardless, however, and I finally get a glimpse of my killer as she watches me plummet... then she turns and fires on another trooper, looking for her next kill already.

It's only then that I realize that I was still screaming. My lungs hurt, and I can feel blood gurgling in my throat. "GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA---" my deathcry follows me all the way down into the acid, where I land on my back. I'm quickly wrapped up in the sticky acidic goo. It felt like some kind of gelatin that had been left in the sun too long, slimy but sticky all at the same time. It slithers over me as I reach towards the sky, my shoulders trying to lift.

I can feel it as it sneaks into my blaster wounds, breaking down my tender organs swiftly as I buck and cry out in desperate humiliation and agony. All around me other slain troopers and rebels fight against the inevitable, succumbing one by one. A trooper nearby has already been half-digested, her glazed over eyes staring at me even as I feel another orgasm wrack my ravaged body.

"NGGGHH..." I practically grunt out as cum soaks into my slime-slickened panties. I jam a hand downwards to try and massage the overly tender meat of my pussy, but I notice that my hand is practically just bone already. A final choking sob escapes me as I collapse backwards, my legs spread and my chest thrust up almost defiantly. Even as I watch a rebel fight against her impending death, I perish. My final thoughts are of embarrassment; I hadn't survived, and now my bones would bleach in the acid with the other girls who'd been shot out of the sky... and I'd been so close... so close!

It was hours later that the battle ended decisively. The troopers eventually overtook the rebel position and put down the last of their forces. Several rebel leaders were captured and executed, and the surviving troopers were given an opportunity to rest. Soon enough they were called out once more, this time to dredge the acid pit.

All of the corpses had to be removed from the pit if the garbage disposal system was to remain untainted. Bones were caught up in large acid-resistant nets, and they'd be disposed of later. For now, the bones of the slain troopers and rebels just dried in large bundles of netting, somewhere amongst them the bones of T55's many victims that day... and of T55 herself, another body pending disposal after falling in service to an Empire that saw her as expendable.

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Haha, I hope these aren't getting boring! I just can't help but write scenarios using Raul's troopers.

This one is gonna have a part 2 as well I think! There's a secondary force of scuba-troopers waiting to use the main landing as a distraction while they sneak up a nearby cliff, and I feel it's in everyone's best interest that I have them do that. :)

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There was no feeling like it.

 

My belly is in knots. I’m scared. I’m excited. I’m horny as fuck. I’m about to die.

The soft roll of the small ship I’m on, as waves lap against its bow, is soothing and nauseating at the same time. Around me my sisters are bunched together; we’ve been packed like sardines in the small naval landing-craft, and the sound of gunfire was getting closer. The large exit ramp blocks our view though; all we can feel is the gentle spray of misting water that sneaks over the edge of the ship.

 My body is squeezed between a blonde and brunette, our thin uniforms doing little to minimize the sensation of warm flesh pressed against our nearly naked bodies. My white panties are already damp at the crotch, and I’m blushing even as I try hard to hide any emotion on my face. A few roaming hands had been quickly stamped out by our sergeant, S67 looming over us as she stands on a mid-height platform.

 

“Remember, sluts. Your job is to distract those rebel bitches while the other divisions flank them. If you run out of ammo, don’t let them know, just keep firing! We want them thinking you’re a threat! We’ll take the beach as best we can, but your job is to be a target, not a hero!”

 

I swallow nervously. That knot in my belly tightens at the sergeant’s reminder. My hand slides over my own bare belly, as though checking for any lumps that knot might be forming. I feel another hand slide over my ass and I bite my lip as the casual fingers of one of my fellow troopers takes out some of her anxiousness by teasing me with gentle strokes. S67 ruins the moment by bellowing out a final warning.

 

“Here we go! Get in that water and take that beach, you slugs!”

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Another story inspired by Beancooler/Raul's great take on Imperial Troopers. With Zoey (and a Stephy cameo, hehe) for good measure!

I decided to write out T94's side of the battle to defend the Imperial cruiser her and T55 were stationed on. :)

Hope you guys like it!

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T94 was proud.

Proud to be a Trooper.

Proud to have been entrusted with the duty of defending the airlock

Proud to serve the Empress.

But most of all she was proud to be given the chance to kill some rebel sluts.

The petite redhead savoured the scant minutes left before the fight would begin. She moved down the hallway with T100 and T44, while barely acknowledging either of them. Her pert breasts pressed against the slightly stretchy fabric of her black crop top, and the soft click of her bootheels on the reflectively polished floor of the hallway brought her a slice of calming rhythm before the storm; words would have only spoiled it.

The young trooper's braided pigtails bounced against her shoulders as she marched, and a smile beamed from between her freckled cheeks, and below a likewise freckled nose. She had the look of a girl, but the mind of a killer. That she could be dead in mere moments was a thought left to linger in the depths of her subconscious, rejected out of sheer impossibility and ignored out of a fear she would never admit to.

As the three troopers rounded the final turn before the airlock, they found themselves facing a rather large contingent of sister-troopers. There were twenty of them or so, all kneeling behind the ribbed support beams that ran down the smaller branch-hallway, or pressed against the smooth white plastic which covered the walls. All of them had their weapons raised, their silent muzzles pointing towards the airlock at the end of the hallway.

"Get in position, sluts! If you survive this, remind me to give you each a whipping for your insolent tardiness!" The commander was a tall blonde, her body pockmarked by several scars and at least one old puckered blaster-wound just below her left breast. T94--Zoey, she liked to call herself in the dark, when no-one but her closest bunkmates were listening--knew better than to even consider questioning either order and snapped a salute.

"Ma'am!" Her response was quick, her body stiffening as she raised a fist to her chest in respect for her commanding officer. The sudden jerk of her body caused the fledgling trooper's ass to jiggle slightly in the white briefs she wore. The other two followed suit, and all three quickly found space amongst the troopers already in position.

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I wake up to the sounds of klaxxons blaring. Red light sweeps across the barrack room me and my sister-troopers had been assigned.

 "Incoming Rebel Attack" a robotic voice declares, its monotone expression sounding disinterested. The message repeats as I push myself out of my bed, my naked body trembling with excitement.

"Come on, bitches! Battlestations!" My commander's voice prompts me to move faster as she steps into the room. I slide the white briefs of my uniform up my legs, settling them across my firm ass and hips even as the commander storms across the room to ensure we weren't slacking. "Those rebel sluts think they can just take our ship? We'll show them what the Empire thinks of their shitty little plans!"

We dress quickly, though several girls get a sharp crack of the commander's baton as a reminder that the Empire didn't tolerate lollygagging. As I pull my black top over my head, settling it across the humps of my B-cup breasts, I can't help but notice the way my hard nipples poke through the otherwise smoothly drawn fabric; I couldn't wait to kill some rebels!

"T44, T94 & T100. Report to Airlock 54 and join-up with the defending force there. Those sluts are gonna try to board us, you make sure they don't." Three girls snap quick salutes and hurry from the room. "T55 & T63, they need extra gun crews on the starboard side. Get over there and fry anything that comes within range of the ship" I stand up tall and salute, though I hadn't even had time to get my boots on. I hurry out wearing only the black stockings that normally went under our armoured boots; I wouldn't need them where I was going anyway.

The ship is large, one of the new Imperial cruisers meant to supplement the larger Destroyers. We weren't as well armoured, but the ship could repel most attacks on its own. I had been assigned to it only a week earlier, fresh from the training center and eager to distinguish myself in battle! Now the entire place was in an uproar. Red flashing lights bathed the scene with a blood-like tint that only heightened the peak of adrenaline coursing through me.

A small troop of girls in black leotards and tall boots march past me in one of the wide corridors, all of them holding helmets under their arms; pilots! Their designations match those of us troopers, but the T replaced with a P, and their heads held higher; I wanted to be one so badly! I watch them go before T63 pushes me along, "Hurry up, stupid, before they discard us both for dereliction!" I shudder at the thought; dereliction of duty by a clone-trooper was usually punished by immediate disintegration... I'd seen a few girls be discarded, nothing left of them but smoking ash-filled boots... I hurry.

The gun battery is in full operation by the time I arrive, and the commanding officer quickly has us in place. The guns are manned individually, each girl sitting back in a bucket-reared seat facing a control panel and a pair of large sticks, each capped by a blinking red button. As I sit, the control panel crackles to life and I'm looking outside the ship! Enemy fighters are everywhere! Our own fighters are marked by green outlines to ensure we don't fire on them.

"Fire at will, bitches!"

I do just that. My seat rumbles a little with each shot, bringing a blush to my lightly freckled cheeks as I focus on what I'm shooting at. I can't see the pilots of the ships, but as I put a stream of red-coloured laserfire through the hull of an enemy fighter, I can only imagine the look on the pilot's face. I gasp softly as the fighter explodes, sending chunks of debris sprialing lazily away into space.

There! Another one! I open fire and I'm rewarded by the fighter dissolving into a streaking fireball, the girl inside it no doubt shrieking in horror for the second or two she's given before the entire thing explodes, and she's reduced to space-dust.

I fall into the flow of it easily. Fighter after fighter falls to my lasers, but there're so many more to replace them! Our own fighters continue to fight, but the number of green-lit ships on my screen begins to dwindle. I think of the pilots I'd seen heading for their ships on my way to the guns; the way their bodies had been shaped by the tightly stretched lycra-like leotards they'd worn, the small pistols bouncing in their leg holsters, the way they'd carried themselves so proudly... were all of those girls dead yet? I shiver in my seat even as another blast of laser fire causes it to rumble beneath me. I can feel the slight dampness of my panties as they cling to my aroused skin; this was even better than I thought it'd be!

My inattention nearly costs me. An enemy fighter squadron had been assigned to quiet our guns! They open fire, sending torpedoes and laser fire directly into our array of weapons. I open fire once more, but it's too late to stop them! A girl several seats over shrieks out a submissive, "NYAAAAAAHHH!" as her gun is destroyed, sending electrical feedback through her system and filling the short blonde's body with deadly electricity. She's cooked on the spot! Her body shakes, tits jostling in her tight top, and her tongue hanging out of her mouth stupidly as she stares wide-eyed at the crackling monitor. Finally, she topples forward, face-planting into the controls.

A brunette nearby suffers a similar fate, jerking and writhing in her chair as her deathcry fills the air. "AIIIIIIEEE!!!" Gritting her teeth, the brunette dies with a look of agony on her face, slumping back in her chair with her legs wide and her panties soaked by a final humiliating orgasm.

Nearly 10 of our 24 guns are destroyed, the girls manning them screaming as they die. Each of us continues to fire, however, as though unaware of the girls dying around us. Each look of determination remains solid until it's that girl's turn to shriek and dance in their seat.

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Just something I wrote quickly as a present for Raul in return for all of his fantastic Imperial Trooper vs. Rebel pictures. :)

I thought I'd share it with you guys as well!

 

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It's hot! The heat surrounds us, sticking to our skin tighter than the black tops and white panties we wear. My armour is stifling as I trek through the jungle with my sisters. Swatting at bugs, I grumble in annoyance.

"What was that, slut!?" Yells an older trooper near the front of our column, the sergeant looking back as she shouts. I fall quiet immediately, but I'm not the only one getting fed up of trekking through the mud and bugs!

I swat at a mosquito the size of my fist and resist the urge to use my blaster! We were supposed to be sneaking up on the fort of a native species to this planet though. The primitive bitches wouldn't clear out when we showed up, and now the Empress wanted us to remove them by force!

There are a couple of hundred of us, but it shouldn't take that many. The amazon sluts didn't even have guns! They still used bows and arrows, this was going to be a cakewalk.... if we ever got there!

"AIIIIIIIE!" A shriek from nearby has everyone raise their weapons, ready to fight... but there's no enemy! A blonde trooper, her young perky tits heaving against her black top had been grabbed by a hefty snake-like creature hanging from a tree.

"Help me!" she cries out as the snake-thing wraps its long body around her, cocooning her in its tight embrace while holding her by the neck as she's lifted off of her feet. She's practically crying, but the sergeant raises her hand... we're not to help her; if we fired, it may alert the amazons to our presence! The blonde girl cries out again as the snake begins to squeeze her violently, her arms up to try and pry it away but it's too strong. I can only watch--feeling the dampness in my panties--as she's slowly hauled up into the foliage far above.

About halfway up her struggles stop, her eyes staring down blankly as her tongue hangs out of her mouth; she was snake food now, and the dribble of cum running down her inner thigh glistens in the light. I shudder with a taboo excitement at the thought of the snake devouring the young blonde...

We've lost a number of troopers to predators along the way, and a small squad had gotten their dumb selves caught in quicksand. We still had plenty to get the job done though!

Arrows suddenly fill the air though! These were from predators of a different sort.

"URRRRGH!" a trooper takes an arrow right between her plump breasts, her finger squeezing the trigger of her blaster as it spasms from the pain filling her body. She falls to her knees, then falls face-down in the mud. I jump over her body, looking for cover as more arrows fill the air!

"YAAAAAAI!" A tall brunette beside me with a green barette in her hair takes an arrow to her belly, her eyes wide as she looks down at it in surprise and shock! A second arrow takes her quickly in the throat, and she gurgles out a trickle of blood as her eyes roll back into her head and she collapses backwards. The girl's legs kick up a bit, her white panties marked by mud and cum as she dies on her back like the slut she was!

Girls are dying all around me now. I slide into cover behind a fallen tree, but behind me over a dozen troopers are dead in the mud. A blonde's blue eyes stare at me silently as she lays across the body of a dying redhead, and I stare back, trying not to notice the arrow sticking out of the girl's back.

"Form up, return fire!" shouts the sergeant, firing wildly into the trees as she does. The arrows are coming from above us! I look up and see movement. I raise my blaster, but the target disappears before I can fire. Frantic, I look about as the deathscreams of my sisters fill the air.

"GRAAAAAAAG--" a black-haired trooper clutches at the arrow buried in her guts, only to have a second and third one plunge into her chest, spearing her tits and killing her instantly. She falls back into a pile with three other dead troopers, the pile of cooling meat providing cover for another trooper who had thought to duck behind it.

"FIRE YOU DUMB BITCHES!" cries the sergeant again, and I follow her order!

My lasers blast into the trees and I'm rewarded by a high-pitched shriek as a body tumbles nearly thirty feet to the muck below. She's tall, blonde, and almost naked! The girl wears only a grey loincloth as she writhes in the mud and soon dies. Fried one!

The surviving troopers soon spread out. We'd have reinforcements in minutes, but for now we were on our own! We fire, and start getting kills, but continue taking losses.

A redhead who looks a year or two older than me slides into cover right beside me. As she sits up to fire, she takes an arrow to her throat! I glance over, but continue to fire, as she chokes and clutches at the arrow. Her eyes look to me, as if I could help her! Soon, she falls forward over the log we'd been behind, her ass in the air and her head and arms dangling downwards. She dies like that, and I can smell her climax as her twitching body finally falls still! I can't help myself and slap her dead ass with a smirk, and take her gun in case I needed the ammo!

"T55! T02! T94! T63 & T88!" the sergeant cries out, "Push forward! Break out of the ring they've formed and flank them!"

I gulp as the other troopers called move into position. Even as an arrow whizzes past my head, I hurry to follow them. The rest of my sisters continue to hold their positions, firing into the trees and occasionally striking one of the beautiful amazon girls who were slaughtering us! I can see several corpses caught in the branches overhead, smoke rising from their scorched, naked flesh.

Jumping over several trooper corpses, their young bodies flat in the mud and their clean uniforms soiled by dirt and blood, we push forward! Suddenly, arrows are flying at US! We don't stand a chance!

T02, a young blonde with a pink barette in her long hair, takes an arrow to one breast. Her charge falters, her scream loud and piercing before a second arrow slams into her belly. Her panties are dark with cum as she thrusts her hips forward, "URRRRRAAAA!!!" she howls as she falls into the mud.

T88 doesn't get much farther, the brunette taking a pair of arrows to her chest, and a third to her shoulder. She spins as she falls, her blaster flying from her hands. "AIIIIIIE!" She lands ontop of T02, their bodies twitching and heaving as they die.

The three survivors, myself included, panic, our charge broken as we stop to fire upwards. T94 takes an arrow between her shoulderblades. Her chest thrusts forward as she screams out in pain, blood running down her back. A second arrow hits the small of her back, and her knees buckle, "GAAAAAARRGGGH...." her guttural cry cut short by a third arrow hitting her neck from the side. The braided redhair of the trooper flips about as her neck twists to the side and she falls sideways into the mud.

I clench my teeth, my panties soaking wet with anticipation now. Then I'm hit! An arrow hits me right below my right breast. My whole body seizes up as I gasp out, then I'm hit again in the belly!

"N-NYAAAAAAH!" I can't hold in my shriek as I realize I'd just been killed! My blaster goes off twice more as my hand cramps up and my muscles tighten. My eyes clench shut as I feel my balance give way, pain exploding in my mind as I fall backwards! I land on something soft, but I'm too busy cumming hard to wonder what it is. My panties are a mess, the white fabric clinging to my skin.

The position I'd landed in makes a spectacle of my poor cum-soaked panties, my legs spread and my hips lifted as I lay atop the bodies of T02 & T88. I gasp and choke, staring at the arrows jutting up from my body even as my vision starts to darken! Oh god! I was in a bodypile. A second orgasm rips through me as I realize I was going to die piled up like meat with the other two girls!

Grinding my teeth against the pain, I realize my blaster has fallen out of my hands, my whole body seems heavy I could just... relax... here... my hands fall limply to my sides, my head falling back to rest on the belly of T88.

"Fuck! Stupid bitches!" the sergeant yells as she watches T55's twitching, arrow-riddled body stop moving. T63 goes down last, an arrow in her throat for her to choke on as she dies. "T44, T24, T78, T90 & T97! Your turn! Try not to fuck it up like those sluts did!"

I'm already dead though, and can't hear them. The battle is eventually won for the Empire, and the fort is taken... but with heavy casualties...

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So. I wrote this one not too long ago.

Unlike my other stories, I decided not to edit this one to make everyone human. If people strongly want it that way, I can, but I've noticed that new furry artists have been getting some attention so I don't feel like I need to hide the furry-nature of my writing anymore.

I want people to enjoy these stories though, so if there's requests for a human-version, I'll gladly oblige. :)

A young punk-rocker enters a local battle of the bands contest, only to find herself bumped out of contention at the end of a knife!

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The Noisy Fucks were twenty feet away.

Their hair was greying, and their clean-shaven faces showed a mid-life geared towards proper morning routines rather than angry, objectiveless, rebellion. They still moved like they cared though, and for Kaira that was more than enough; the heavy-set Fenders squealing in their hands didn’t hurt either.

The dancefloor of the cramped London club didn’t seem to mind that the rockers on stage had more in common these days with their parents than The Sex Pistols. Still the dancers moved, heavy boots thumping against a wooden floor which had been shabbily adorned with a thick layer of black paint; the whole place reeked of the matching, stale, black paint which covered the walls as well, mingling with the scent of cheap beer and old cigarettes. Kaira’s black fur blended well with her surroundings, and only the slash of blue provided by her painstakingly straightened hair and exposed chest stood out at all.

Her body wasn’t immune to the screeching demands of the band on stage, and she danced in the small bubble of space she’d secured for herself in the crowd. Their music throbbed in the air like an angry tumor, stretching out as it sought to spread and infect those dancing, and Kaira was right there with them.

“Fuck you fucks, we’re gonna’ kick it down’!”, the podgy looking tiger warned from his position on-stage, the microphone distorting his voice to make it sound younger than it was. Their frontman couldn’t sing very well, but talent was so over-rated in this scene. The Noisy Fucks had been her idols for most of Kaira’s life, and now she was here listening to them live! Not only was she here listening to them, but she was here to compete in a Battle of the Bands hosted by them! Body pressing against an obsidian coloured pillar, the trim feline watched them move, soaking in the experience as she caught her breath.

“Lost, kitten?” A voice behind Kaira fought against the oppressive totality of the band’s frantic drumming. Coming from only a few inches away, Kaira still almost missed it. Only the whispering passage of something lightly brushing over the back of her neck secured Kaira’s attention. Turning, the girl grinned as a matter of nature; there was no surprise or concern in her smoky purple eyes.

“Only in this riff” Kaira answered snappily. The black and white English Setter who loomed over the feline chortled out before trailing off into a half-drunken slur. Despite the rough face, pinched eyes and inebriated leer, Kaira knew right away she was speaking to another woman. A black leather jacket hung on the canine’s shoulders, concealing most of a ratty white t-shirt beneath it. Skinny jeans which matched the jacket’s colour, though not its material, left a swath of bellyfur--slightly bulging from the paunch of the Setter’s gut--exposed. The dog looked hard and experienced, as though she were deep in her element in the Bromley dive bar.

“Just askin’, luv. You look a little outta place; pretty little thing like you oughta be at home, not rubbin’ shoulders with our lot.” The condescension those words should have carried was replaced, instead, with an almost playful quality. One of the Setter’s arms came up, pressing against the pillar Kaira’s back now leaned against. The feline fought the blush which wanted to creep into her cheeks. The tartan-patterned pleated skirt the catgirl wore wavered gently as she pushed off from the pillar to stand her full height; she still had to tilt her head back to look the other female in the eye.

“I’m competing tonight, so shit on you.” Like the Setter’s words, Kaira’s were devoid of the emotion one would expect of them. There was a confidence behind them that demanded respect, not submission or humiliation. The Setter heard it, and allowed herself a grin.

"A spine! Wonder what else you’ve got hidin’ under all those clothes.” The stink of a half dozen beers washed over Kaira as the Setter’s lopsided grin dropped to within an inch of her upturned nose. Despite herself, Kaira felt her nipples harden--caused, perhaps, by the draft the old bar let wander through it--as the larger female bore down on her. The thin white crop top Kaira wore rustled softly against her small breasts as thick leather rubbed against it. “Whats say we find out, eh?” The smell of that beer wrinkled Kaira’s nose, but she wasn’t entirely sober herself and the stress of her upcoming set goaded her towards poor decisions.

“Only if you can find your way under them” Kaira replied before pressing her lips roughly against the Setter’s. Calloused hands closed around the catgirl’s sides, her blue hair spilling back as the size difference forced her head to tilt back even further in order to reach the taller canine’s mouth.

There was little challenge in Kaira’s demand. The girl’s crop top laid her trim belly bare, the sleeveless shirt only covering her undersized breasts and thin strips along her shoulders. The jagged patch of blue fur which ran down her chest, before ending several inches above the waist of her skirt, practically invited one of the Setter’s hands to slide along its smooth expanse; the canine did not disappoint it. The illusion of height was granted by a pair of thick-soled heeled Chucks, the dirt-scuffed sneakers adding a few inches to Kaira’s unimpressive natural height. The illusion was aided by the black and white striped stockings she wore, her thin legs grasped tightly by the smooth silky socks right up to mid-thigh.

Pressing her shoulders back against the pillar, Kaira used it as a brace to support herself against the heavy canine muzzle locking against her smaller, blunt feline snout. The short girl’s body arched against the strong hands caressing the sensitive contours of her hips. The tartan skirt did little to protect her modesty--despite the gold safety pin holding it in one piece--as it rode up while Kaira rubbed against the black pillar. The delicate fabric of her pink and white striped panties seemed to glisten in the dim lighting of the bar, the sweat on her thighs enhancing the glimmering effect.

“Backstage” panted the Setter, finally breaking the kiss. Her brown eyes remained locked on Kaira’s purple ones. The feline balked only long enough to ask a single question.

“How? You can’t get in with my pass.”

“I know the bouncer. Don’t worry.” The Setter’s casual answer was enough for the lust-stricken feline. Hand in hand, they slid through the crowd, a few stray hands finding the back of one of Kaira’s thighs or the round swell of a hip as the pair moved past. The sound of the band grew louder until the earsplitting cacophony of the electric guitars seemed to fill Kaira’s head, like a syringe of water being forced into a balloon; she was sure her head would pop any second!

The bouncer nodded lazily as the pair approached. A small rickety stairway led several feet up before opening up into the backstage area. Certain she’d have to argue for the Setter to be let in, the catgirl fumbled for her pass, only to find herself being whisked past the grinning English Mastiff without a word.

Questions died on Kaira’s lips as they were smothered by the heavy, pointed muzzle of the Setter. Encased in the dim shadows which filled the backstage area, the two women bundled themselves together in an out of the way corner. The sounds of stagehands replaced the grating rock of the band’s set as it came to an end. The competition would be starting up next, but Kaira was far more concerned with the beer-tinged breath tickling at her whiskers. Lusty little pants of appreciation punctuated each tongue-locked kiss from both of the horny girls, their tails curling and twisting as though playing out the overpowering emotions racing through their trembling bodies.

A firm bite of Kaira’s neck drew a nervous little groan of pleasure from the catgirl. A stagehand--a lanky Scottish Fold--twitched his distinctive feline ears as he glanced towards the sight of the two women entangled in each other’s embrace. A grin crossing his lips, the boy slowed just long enough to appreciate the view--and to consider trying to worm his way in on the fun--before remembering his duties and hurrying away.

The first band on the docket took the stage as the Setter’s surprisingly well-manicured fingers slid down to the waist of Kaira’s skirt. The feline’s hips pushed forward as best they could, as if inviting what they both knew would come next. Head twisting slightly despite the firm grip the Setter’s teeth still held on her throat, Kaira had to fight off a cry of pleasure which bubbled in her throat when those fingers slid beneath her skirt. The catgirl’s legs spread obediently, trembling within the confines of her thigh-high stockings. The Setter’s two longest fingers remained tightly squeezed together as they stroked along the crotch of Kaira’s panties. The sensitive flesh beneath the soft fabric was already hot with the girl’s desire, and the simple touch sent a spasm of pleasure racing through her clenched belly.

The bite was soon released, but those fingers continued to stroke at Kaira’s increasingly damp folds with reckless abandon. The force and friction of the touch drew heated gasps from the catgirl, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the rough treatment.

“Just warming you up, kitten.” The canine’s somewhat guttural assurance drew a nod from Kaira, unable to speak as she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out again. Nipples pressing against her thin shirt like little pebbles, Kaira allowed herself to be turned to face the wall. The Setter’s body pressed against her back, the larger female’s belt buckle easily felt as she ground her hips against the feline’s perky ass. When her skirt was lifted Kaira blushed but made no move to stop it. The feline’s pink and white clad ass was free for anyone to see, despite the body pressing against it. The delicate panties did little to defend Kaira from the unexpected pleasure of a hard spank against it by one of the Setter’s hands. Choking down a cry, another hard swat of her quivering behind had Kaira’s chest pressing forcefully against the wall she was facing!

The spanking continued, building in intensity until Kaira’s ass was both hot and numb at the same time. Blood pounded in her ears and despite her vulnerable position Kaira could only writhe on her feet, legs spread and hips pushed back expectantly for another smack; she was remotely aware of how wet her panties had grown over the last few minutes, the fabric dark with the flow of her juices. Finally, the spanking stopped, and only a pins-and-needles sense of discomfort lingered. Gasping for breath, the catgirl was surprised to feel sweat trickling down her forehead, her tongue running listlessly over her too-dry lips.

The first band had finished its song to a lukewarm response from the crowd, and as they trudged off stage a few smirked at the scene unfolding in the corner. The Setter’s hand gave the stinging flesh of Kaira’s behind a reassuring stroke before pushing the catgirl’s panties down to her knees. Cool air replaced the warm moisture which had been pressed against her pussy, and Kaira shivered uncontrollably at the feeling. The Setter’s hand slid between the girl’s spread thighs, feeling along them as though searching for something they both knew she would find. When the first finger entered her, Kaira’s upper-body thrust forward once again, her body locked in an arch that made easy prey of her captured vagina.

Mouth open, eyes closed, and lips pulled back to reveal her sharp feline teeth, Kaira cried out silently into the musty air as the Setter’s fingers explored inside her. The folds of her womanhood opened easily for the canine’s questing digits, the walls of her cervix contracting involuntarily around the intruding fingers. When they pushed roughly upwards, there was no way Kaira could keep herself from moaning loudly; the sound was met with a few chuckles from several stagehands who had stopped to watch. Only the bellowing of the stage director tore them from the scene, and once more the Setter and Kaira were left alone.

“F-Fuck!” Kaira’s simple pronouncement preceded a sudden gush of juices cascading around the Setter’s fingers. An orgasm ripped its way through Kaira like a typhoon leveling an island village, her nerves seeking shelter only to be swept away by the rising tides and ferocious winds of ecstasy. Her ass quivered, and the panties looped around her spread knees grew taut. Her body tensed up, moving without regard for her actual situation and instead playing out the delightful throes of a thunderous climax. The fingers didn’t stop, continuing to pump the climaxing feline until a second delirious explosion went off in Kaira’s mind. She was practically screaming now, dignity lost and not missed in the least as the catgirl rocked her way through another orgasm.

The Setter’s hand finally pulled free of Kaira, the musk of the cat’s juices filling her nose as the two fingers were lifted to the feline’s muzzle.

 “Want a taste, kitten?” The Setter’s face had grown hard, though Kaira was still facing the wall and couldn’t see it. Sweating, panting and disheveled, Kaira took the canine’s intent and ran her tongue over the fingers, tasting her own feminine cum on those musky fingertips. “Good girl.”

 Kaira turned, purple eyes half-lidded, and her skirt caught in a rumpled mess that left her bare pussy exposed. “I d-didn’t get your name…” she managed at last, the first vestiges of sense returning to her dazed expression.

“Chelsea”

“Chelsea. That’s a nice name” Kaira purred out.

“Chelsea Dagger” the Setter added as a sudden pain lanced through the tight muscles of Kaira’s belly. Eyes locked on the Setter’s, Kaira had failed to notice the six inch switchblade the Setter had pulled from her pocket; the spring-loaded blade popped out only a second before it disappeared into the girl’s gut. A shocked gasp, not entirely unlike her earlier gasps of pleasure, gurgled from Kaira’s throat. Bodies still pressed together, no-one else could see the sudden turn of events. Kaira’s eyes were wide and staring as they searched the canine’s face, looking for some indication of why this had just happened! Instead, all she got was another lance of pain as the blade was twisted and removed before being plunged back in only inches from her bellybutton.

 “Errrragh…” Kaira moaned out, the feeling of blood pouring down her lower belly and soaking into her red tartan skirt giving her the impression that she was wetting herself.

You shoulda asked how I knew the bouncer, kitten”, growled the dog. “I’m competing tonight too, just like I do every year. I always win, too; of course, sometimes that’s just ‘cause I know how to alter the field to my liking…. like, say, removing a few competitors before they can challenge me.” The Setter’s predatory grin filled Kaira’s eyes, reflected in her pupils so vividly the Setter could see it herself.

“Urrrk…” Kaira choked out, shock taking away her speech as surely as the injuries would take her life if left untreated. Her panties still around her knees, the girl nearly tripped because of them as she tried to push away from her assailant. One final stab of that knife ensured Kaira’s fate. She wanted to scream, but all that came out was a bubbling sigh of despair. Blood trickling from a corner of her mouth, the catgirl was released from the Setter’s grip.

“Enjoy the show, bitch” the Setter called back as she disappeared down the stairs without a look back. Kaira was left alone backstage, her guts on fire and blood pumping from her ruined belly. In the dim light nobody seemed to notice her, and the bleeding wounds were simply glistening patches of slightly darker fur. Kaira stumbled for the stairs first, but her body seemed to have lost the ability to follow commands. Instead, she found herself stumbling onto the stage itself. The current band had already begun their song, and as the dying girl broke in on them they didn’t falter.

Glances from the guitarist and drummer took in the sight of the heavily bleeding feline with a surprising lack of interest. The crowd, which had been languishing through the generic song being performed on stage, suddenly burst into life. Thinking, perhaps, that this was part of the set, they roared their approval of the woefully exposed feline, taking in the sight of her bunched panties and uncovered pussy with an interest the band imagined was for their playing. Their song built in intensity as they fed off of the sudden enthusiasm of the crowd. Through all of it, Kaira struggled to breathe. Her body was shutting down its various systems, like a computer trying to conserve energy, as the shock built and thrashed her.

Lifting her bloodstained hands to her face, the catgirl’s eyes rolled up and she toppled forward. Landing facedown over a bank of waist-high amplifiers, the catgirl’s skirt did nothing to protect her pussy and buttcheeks from the hungry eyes of the audience. She was dimly aware of a coldness in her chest as she stared at the floor, her arms dangling to either side of her head, and her hair hanging down to cover her face. Before she passed out, the girl was horrified to feel her tongue fall free from her muzzle, muscles unable to keep it in place as it jutted from between her dying lips; still the crowd cheered. She died to the sound of the audience’s approval, only a few questioning whether the girl on stage were really part of the show or not.

It wasn’t until after the show that the question was answered. That a girl had died on stage wasn’t as much a tragedy as it was a sign that the show would be a memorable one! The band who had been playing when she’d died were declared the winners, based solely on the thrill of Kaira’s short-lived time in the spotlight; the Setter left disgusted at her plan being undone by the unexpected turn of events.

Kaira, however, earned something of her own that night. As her cooling corpse was removed from the stage, hoisted by her shoulders and her spread knees by two hulking stagehands, the feline--not through any particular talent of her own--had become a punk rock legend; nobody would ever know her name, but for years they’d be talking about that fine piece of ass on stage at the Noisy Fucks’ Battle of the Bands.

 

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Intro
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The young women had followed after the doe for their third hour now. A lovely and busty young blonde woman with big blue eyes. She did not know the hunters were there, it was a simple habit and maybe some sort of six sense intuition that kept the girl on the move.
She seemed relaxed enough, taking the time to frolick among the soft star-moss and grass and drink from a small stream before skipping further away from her hunters. An almost effortless choir for her but a terrible burden for the women hunting her. They had to keep pace with their quarry at a brisk pace, all the while keeping concealed in thick foliage and taking care to move silently through twigs, broken branches, and loose rustling leaves.

The two women hunting the nude doe were cousins, College sorority girls through and through who secretly harbored a little wild outdoorsy bend with a taste for more un-restrained stimulation. That is why this un-lady like sport with a cruel predatory twist held such allure for them. A chance to be one of the boys and experiment with small budding sadistic tendencies.

They both attended the same college. The first girl was a vivacious and lusty redhead. A nineteen year old college freshman and a sporty type of girl, she had participated in archery in high school and it was her who had suggested the hunt.

Her cousin, a more girly-girl type had been fascinated with secretly sneaking out for a hunting expedition over her three day weekend and then quietly returning to her classes, internship, and party life with none of her friends being the wiser. A twenty one year old junior she was just as blonde and shapely as the woman the girls were trying to hunt. They closed in on the blonde woman and she knelt to study some particularly attractive wild flowers growing in a spot of light that seeped in through an opening in the deep woods foliage. Suddenly she had lost interest and raising her curvacious nude form back up she skipped merrily out of range again.

Hunt
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The older huntress shook her head and blew a gust of air up and over her forehead, knocking her blond bangs out of her eyes. "This is not at all what I was hoping for, Why don't we just let this one go and track down some of those brunettes we saw awhile ago?"
The younger woman grimaced. "Their not as pretty, and besides the point of 'hunting' is to hunt. You get the excitement and the rush from finally making a kill that you thought you couldn't get.
Laura the blonde rolled her eyes. "We've been staring at this chicks rump all day as she keeps moving and we haven't gotten to take a shot".
Her cousin returned a sympathetic smile. "I know but I want to take her. She's whats called a "trophy doe". When we bring her back to the lodge her body featured will be measured and recorded. Good legs, butt, and boobs not to mention low body fat will tell us how many points she's worth. We might even win a prize for bringing a girl with her figure back."
Laura sighed. "So we follow this frolicking bimbo all day and hope she dies of a stroke?" Amanda, her cousin rolled her eyes now. "We wait until were close enough... to take her". "Just get into the mood. Don't think about time or discomfort. Get excited and use the stimulation to enjoy the hunt."
"See?" Amanda pointed at her green tanktop. "my nips have been sticking through my shirt for the last ten minutes, we must be getting close to making a kill." Laura chuckled a little and followed her cousin as she silently darted after the blonde.

They found the leggy blonde in a small clearing, lying on her stomach and watching as small gathering of butterflies.

"Oh thats it sweety enjoy the view" Amanda whispered. Laura crept next to her cousin and responded in the hushed whisper tone they suddenly had started using. "What cup size do you think this girl is?"
"I don't know" Amanda responded under her breathe. " I doubt she would either. Doe's rarely wear clothes and it wouldn't be totally unheard of for one to live out her whole life without ever putting on some panties or a bra."
Laura suddenly felt a small tightness in her chest and found she was breathing a little heavier. "This is the longest time she has stopped yet!" She was still whispering in hushed tones. Amanda was fixed on the girl with her brown eyes. "She seems to go straight north, then west, then north, then west. She just went North if we sprint ahead and west we should be able to catch her coming towards us."
Laura Watched the young woman in the field. She was still laying on her stomach and her ankles were bent up into the air and back over towards her body. She peddled her legs closer to her buttocks and then back away playfully as she stared, deep in thought at the butterflies.
"If we don't kill her with the first shot will she get away?" Laura asked her younger cousin.

"Its pretty common that if even we hit her she will run for awhile. These women are pretty athletic and will usually sprint until their tired. Then we can close in and finish her. With that she stood up "Come on lets get into position"


The two women sneaked a distance to the west of the doe then quickly sprinted through the brush until they could barely see the light from the open clearing the woman was resting in. "Both girls were breathing hard and Amanda explained to Laura how to slow down her breathing and relax her body tension to regain quick composure." They had just managed to return to a resting state when they saw the bobbing figure of the girl as she pranced towards them, every now and then glancing over her shoulder to were the hunters would have been had they not switched their course. Even without knowing for sure if her would-be killers had ever been in the area the doe was a cautious and impish girl who usually trusted any suspicous inklings she received. This had served her well all twenty three years of her life and had dutifully given the female a small jolt of caution and energy. However Elly had over-thought her instinct. Trying to guess and maneuver on her own she stuck to her pattern and moved west away from where she assumed a theoretical hunter might be and closer to the two waiting young women preparing to take her.
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"Here she comes." Laura whispered with a rushed breathe. She could suddenly feel herself gulping in ragged bursts of air and could feel a cold sheen of perspiration on her forehead. Before she could understand what her body was telling her her nipples suddenly pushed into the soft fabric of her green T-shirt. "Oh this is weird," Laura spoke in a soft hushed tone. "I think I just got a lesbian boner or something".
Amanda looked over at her cousin and noticed the knitted brow and lilting eyelids. Indicative of sexual arousal. She felt it too and had for some time. "Its not all that uncommon to be turned on by the prospective of a kill. It gives you a shot of adrenaline, serotonin, and endorphines which can boost you reaction time and physical endurance and concentration. Don't shy away from it let yourself have the whole experience it will help you.
Amanda watched the girl as she came closer. Her large full breasts and flat stomach were taut and toned. Her powerful and athletic looking thighs would tense and relax each step and her well splayed hips gave her a seductive bikini model gate to her stride. Amanda found herself suddenly muttering like a old drunk hunter from the outdoor sportsmen channel "oh here we go, here she comes. Come on sweety get a little closer, thats a good girl, a little close cutey".
Laura was still breathing in short spastic breathes. "Shes a little hottie and a half, the boys are going to miss her tight little package."
"That is the truth if anything is! Amanda whispered back".
Amanda put a arrow into her bow and now she rested her rump on the side of her foot in a resting position. There was just enough room to pull the bowstring all the way back for a shot. Laura readied a arrow too, then turned to the younger woman. "I'm shaking a little bit and feel kinda buzzed, Do you want to take the shot?" Amanda adjusted her weight but never took her eyes of off Elly as she approached. "Yeah. I'll make the shot, just be ready if I don't hit, you shoot next. We need to at least tag her with a arrow to weaken her."
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Elly was only now the length of a small parking lot away and within bow range. "I'll try to hit her in the upper torso somewhere close to the center, I'm hoping for a chest shot." Laura watched fixated and nodded for a reply. "She's already close enough but I want to be sure." Amanda could hear laura's heavy breathing coming out with quick jerks and pauses.
She waited for as long as she thought she could without giving themselves away. "This should do, Amanda whispered. "I'll take her now". With that Amanda took aim at Elly's center and slowly relaxed the muscles in her fingers until the bowstring slipped free and fired the arrow in a straight and true line at the young college girl.

Elly had stopped just suddenly when she heard a strange "thwang" sound and was only waiting a moment before the arrow struck the girl just to the left and a little above her navel.
Amanda watched her arrow strike the woman. Elly's eyes shot wide for a moment and she let out a almost comical yelp, like someone had splashed cold water on her. She bounced on the heels of her feet and jumped a little into the air. Her hands were at her sides and palms out for only a half of a second and suddenly and with surprising agility she turned a whole one hundred and eighty degrees and sprinted away, sometimes skipping gracefully and leaping like a ballerina over fallen trees and rocks.
"We got her!" Laura yelped. "She's sprinting like the dickens!" Amanda replied. "Will that arrow be enough?" Laura said popping to her feet and storing her bow over her shoulder. "I think that was a good shot it felt good and looked like it went in pretty good. I think thats enough to take her, we have to chase her down though and see where she falls." With that both girls took off after dying doe.

Elly still had no clue what had happened. She was just skipping through the woods enjoying a good cold breeze on her inner thighs when suddenly someone had punched her in the stomach. Or it felt like someone had. The air had been knocked out of her and it felt like electricity had shot through her from her head to her feet. Elly Fawn did the one thing that came naturally to her. She sprinted away. She was strong and graceful and nimble and that had never failed her. Not once.

However now she had only run a short distance and the young and gentle naive blonde realized something seemed very different. Instead of hopping over large rocks and trees she was going around them. Instead of letting a little hop and spring into her step she was just now jogging with the methodical plodding of a woman running on a treadmill. She was not out of breathe like she had been running a long time but tired like she had woken early in the morning after a sleepless night, and something more. She did not feel like she was getting a full breathe of air when she inhaled and the muscles in her stomach felt hot and sore. Not just sore but tired and exhausted like she had done a million sit-ups.

"Ouch" Elly spoke out loud and dreamily. She slowed to a jog and ran her fingers over her forehead and moved her long blonde hair out of the way. She now slowed to a stroll She looked down now at her flat tummy and only now discovered the arrow embedded into her firm abs. She kept walking and lightly laid a hand on the arrow. Letting out a soft moan and knitting her eyebrows in pain. "Oh my". She said to no one in particular. Secretly Elly had always believed her whole life that she would be just too cute to shoot. Surely her little tight figure and sweet face coupled with her girly mannerisms and feminine movements would deter a hunter from bringing her down. She could not believe one had been so cruel as to go through with a hunt on her. To bring it all the way to the end and then finish it. "So mean." She whispered now. Not being entirely sure why she whispered. She felt tipsy and buzzed like she had binged on some wine coolers. " No really". She muttered wonderingly to no one at all. "That was so mean."

Suddenly she felt like she wasn't there at all. Her eyes crossed for just a moment and Elly allowed herself to sink to her knees. She brushed her hair over her shoulders and behind her ears again. Then let her weight sink to her right side and steadied herself with her right hand. She whimpered a little at the thought of running away from her pursuers in this state. It seemed totally undignified to keep scrambling away from her hunters with a ungraceful butch swagger and gimp. Elly took pride in her femininity, Her girlish ways. She was not one of those die hard survivalists from popular TV shows. She was a graceful wisp of a girl and now still in this dire moment she decided she would not trundle on. She straightened her hair for the third time and stretched out her legs slightly to better rest her weight. She lay down and leaned on her elbow so she could rest. She could hear the snapping of twigs and the rustling of foliage as her pursuers rushed upon her. "Fair game". Elly stated. She was feeling incredibly tired and tipsy. She winced at the though of what was about to come next but wanted to die with grace "Oh I hope this next part is quick. '7 She thought to herself. Suddenly she didn't feel much like even propping herself into the pseudo sitting position and allowed herself to lay on her side as the hunters closed to finish her.

"There she is!" Amanda could see the blonde had slowed. Suddenly the doe halted . lowered herself to the ground. Almost in slow motion she collapsed first to her knees. Then to the side of her thigh, then to her side on the ground. "She's down!" Laura chirped and they both rushed forward.

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Jason sat back in his seat quietly as his math teacher stood up in front of the class speaking. He just kept his eyes locked on her from a distance. Mrs Watson a very strict teacher that was the type to pop out a test at any time a not care if you failed. Jason had been imagining wrapping his hands around her neck since he began going to school here. Jason was a very quiet kid unaturally so. The boy or rather man by his looks never spoke a word in class which caused the other students to fin dhim quite odd. For the most part with how large he was standing at 6"5 and around 278 pounds of beefy/muscular frame most stayed away from him though they would insult him from afar. They didn't think that he heard them but he did. The teachers where no better than them either. Jason wasn't the smartest kid around and most of them picked at him with how slow he was working. All of that was about to change soon.....

"Jason...Jaosn! pay attention" Ms Watson exclaimed slapping his desk "I don't know about you sometimes" she said shaking her head and walking back to the board.

Jason had already begun planning things out and was ready for what was about to come. As the bell rang he got up and walked out of the classroom simply smiling as he listened even closer than usual to the other students in the halls whisper about him. He then walked into his next classroom ahead of all the the other students.

"Jason hey sweetey" Ms Belle said in her soft kind voice. Ms Belle was the exact oppisate of Ms Watson. She was the only teacher that Jason had who actually seemed to care about students. When she would notice other students whispering or talking about him she would make sure to make them stop. She would also try any way she could to help Jason allowing him as much time as he needed. She had even offered him many times kindly to eat lunch with her so he wouldn't be alone. She was a bit younger than most of the other teachers as well.

Jason simply walked into the classrrom his expression remaining the same and sat down in his seat.

 

The next day was finally time for everything to come into place. Jason stood inside of his house with a smile on his face that morning. He had been waiting and wanting this for so long and it was time. He listened as his mother Sally called out for him to come to breakfast. Jason was an only child and his father wasn't around only his mother. He walked down the stairs toward the kitchen.

"good morning honey" his mother said with a smile washing a dish in the sink before turning around and scooping up some eggs that she had just cooked placing them on a plate for him "sleep good?" she asked.

Jason just walked to the table and nodded "yes" he said sitting down at the chair picking at the eggs. Jason watched as his mother smiled and then waited watching as she turned around back toward the sink to the dishes. He looked her up and down from her brown hair from her pink and white pajamas she was still in to her bare feet. Jason could feel the feeling washing over him as things were finally about to get started.

Sally tilted her head to the side a bit as she continued washing a dish hearing something behin her. She laughed lightly "aren't you going to finish your food before you leave honey?" she asked not turning around. She scrunched her eyes a bit as Jason didn't answer "honey?" she asked against "hone....guhhhh!".

Jason slowly moved up and behind his mother and then grabbed around her throat roughly. 

"Jason!...kuhhh" she choked grabbing at her throat a plate crashing to the ground "wha...what are you doing.." she gagged.

Jason squeezed his mothers throat tightly moving his eyes over toward the filled up sink water running in it. He pushed her forward roughly dipping her face down into the water and holding it under.

"guuug...mmmm.gggguuuug" Sallys eyes widened under the water as she choked struggling for air. 

Jason watched as his moms arms flailed around trying to push him off her bare feet kicking around.

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