Scootal00_Type-R - Marching to Her Beat (Octavia, unfinished

>Another day, another moment sitting on your ass. You still can't believe that the recruiter managed to convince you to join the Navy. Hell, you even can't believe you reenlisted. Twice.

>You are Cheif Damage Controlman Damage Controlman is a rating on top of a rank. his actual rank is Cheif Petty Officer Anon Y. Mous. And for at least 12 years, you have proudly served upon the USS Zeus and other vessels. Your job/MOS in your fleet is, well. Controling damage to be simple.

>In other words, when you are ashore. You maintain and repair facility structures US Navy-owned housing units. From reading it in the pamplet your recruiter gave you, it seemed like a job for a janitor or everyday maintenance man. That's not the case; you have to do plumbing, window installation, roofing, flooring, work with sheetrock...great...you actually kinda do sound like a handy man.

>But, since you are assigned to a ship in a fleet. Your main course is doing work necessary for damage control, ship stability, fire fighting and prevention, and chemical, biological and radiological warfare defense.

>Yet, because you are not in a time of war. There is nothing but monthly drills.

>Then one day. One fucking day. Someone had the bright idea to try and make a moonshine distillery inside the "boiler" room. The hatch was closed when the damned thing went sky high. Fucked you up on a sudoku puzzle.

>At least the fleet was still somewhat close to the San Diego Naval Base in southern California.

 

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>Dry land.

>You never really thought you miss dry land, let alone US soil.

>You go ahead and drop your seabag off to your assigned home. Apparently you're are now going to be roughing it with MGySgt Master Gunnery Seargent Armor. From the stories you heard, apparently he's had a stick up the ass and recieved the "green weenie" many times since he married some latina girl. Meaning that he is strict. But, to the always true rumor every Gunny and SgtMaj Seargent Major are cool in their own way.

>On your way over to your assigned barrack, you spot someone. She is wearing some kind of uniform, similar to that of a US Marine's. But....her dress coat is red, not the famous blue. The collar, is non-standard to women in the Marine Corps. Her rank the strangest of all, has a lyre inbetween the chevrons and rocker of her Staff Seargent rank, not the usual crossed rifles.

>Caught up ogling at her, you trip over an unever edge. You land on your seabag at the boots of MGySgt Armor.

Evening Master Gunny, beautiful weather we're having?

>"Get up CPO, you're making me and especially yourself look bad. Mind I ask, why you were looking at SSgt Pie?"

I don't know Gunny, she just...caught my eye.

>"Well get her off your damn eye sailor. She's part of The President's Own."

The President's Own?

>You wonder if that means like a bunch President Celestia's nieces, nefews, or children in the military.

>"No, not like a bunch of the president's nieces, nefews, or kids in the military you ding-bat. The President's own, as in the United States Marine Corps Band."

Oh....I kn-

>"No, you didn't know that, j-just get outta my sight I'm fucking hungry and the chow hall's calling me."

Yes sir.

 

>You get up and pick up your seabag and finally make it to your housing area. You grab the keys to the car you had reserved for you on-base. A basic little Ford Focus, nothing large and non-fuel friendly. You head out to grab some Sub-Way and you hear a band playing. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nz9tLug9rfY

>You look for the source of the music and you eventually find it.

>It's two whole platoons, both composed of three columns and four ranks. Their all wearing that same uniform that SSgt Pie was wearing. You even spot her in the middle rank. She's playing the clarinet.

Good shit. I feel like marching now though.

>You about face and head off to your Focus and to Sub-Way. When you get back, you spot SSgt Pie yet again. She's in her MarPats this time, but without the blouse....dem tits. You estimate them at at least a double d.

>She's heading over to the chow hall.

Well then, screw eating inside the comfort of my home.

>You head over to the chow hall after her.

>You enter and scan about the hall for Pie. To your surprise, she is sitting alone.

There is a god....

>You walk on over and sit in front of her.

>"What do you want squid?"

Whoa, I'm just sitting her to keep someone from looking lonely. Especially someone who is part of The President's own.

>"Again, what do you want, squid?"

Is that how you speak to your superiors Staff Sergeant?

>You tap the rank on your blouse.

>"Oh, I'm terribly sorry sir, I-

Hold it. You can call me Anon, what's your name Staff Sergeant?

>"Pie...Octavia Pie, sir."

You don't have to address me that way Octavia, we're all friends here.

>"Sure, Ch-...Anon."

 

So how'd you end up here? What's your story?

>”Well...for a start...before I joined, I attended college at Lenior-Rhyne University. I had a scholarship from the Marine Corps band.”

They give out band scholarships?

>”Yep. If I remember correctly, it means that you're a shoe-in for the Marine Corps band after graduating.”

Hell, I joined directly after graduating high school. Damn recruiter knew how to sweet talk me into this.

>Octavia laughs at this.

>”Sounds like you were on the receiving end of the green weenie from the very beginning.”

I'm not even gonna consider asking what that is, or what it means.

>You check your watch. It's 1435 hours.

Oh shit...uh, I gotta go get briefed on how bad the damage is and how long it should take to repair it.

>”Oh, you're part of the crew with the moonshine incident.”

>She giggles with that. She pulls out a pen and grabs a napkin, writes on the napkin and hands it to you.

>”Call me later, I don't have anything to do tonight.”

Sure, it's pretty much the same for me, for the whole day though.

>She giggles again.

>”Typical sailors, always have nothing to do on shore.”

 

Heh, typical women in the Corps, always ready to say something slick.

>You finish eating your sub, then head on back to your dorm. On the way there you pull out your phone and the napkin with Octavia's phone number and lock it into your contacts.

>You reach the door to your home and you hear arguing.

>”What do you mean 'her team practically feel off the face of the earth?!'...I don't give a fuck just tell me what's the situation.....they're not responding to their radio nor can you see them from the UAV?!......FUCK.

>You open the door, you look at Gunny questionably.

Whats going on Gunny?

>Gunny Armor slams the phone to hang it up.

>”My fucking sister and her whole damn squad went MIA.”

Your sister? Where she disappear at?

>”South America. Her and her squad's intent was to escort a planned double agent into suspected enemy territory.”

Planned Double Agent? Suspected Enemy Territory?

>”The double agent is Major Discord. Delta Team 6 was lost in the territory of The Horde.”

Your sister is in the Delta Force?

>”Heh, I get that all the time. Surprise, I'm a regular jar head, while my younger sister is in the special forces, a team that is basically President Celestia's most dangerous weapon on top of that. Delta Team 6 is otherwise known as the Elements of Harmony.”

I thought the Elements of Harmony was just a story, nothing real.

>”Well they are...only the best of the best can get in that shit...and we just lost our best.”

 

>At the debriefing, news of the apparent loss of the Elements of Harmony spread like a Californian fire. A few of your crew-mates were saying that this was an act of war.

>War.

>That word made you sick in the stomach. You hope that you don't get the shits later because of that.

>Your ship's Commander enters the room.

>”Alright ladies, stop talking about that war mumbojumbo. The briefing for the crew of USS Zeus has begun.”

>You and the rest of the crew snap to attention.

>”At ease sailors, take your seats. Why the fuck did they give me a podium?”

>You and a few of your crew-mates laugh at this.

>The Commander find an extra chair for him to sit in. “Okay...now is that fucking idiot who made that poor excuse for a moonshine distillery in here?”

>A silence hits the room. The commander of the USS Zeus was always known to be a chill officer, but it was also known how easily stupid shit pisses him off.

>A short slightly pudgy Petty Officer Third class stand up. “It was me, sir.”

>”What's your name Porky?”

>”Snails. Petty Officer Snails, sir.”

>”Come over here, Snails.”

 

>The Commander stands over him. “You have any idea how much trouble I could get into because you decided to try and make a distillery. On an active duty ship on top of that!”

>Snails winces but remains at attention, ready for his punishment.

>”Next time, tell someone in a high ranking position or with a sense in engineering when you are planning to make distillery upon the ship.”

>The Commander strips Snails of his rank and slaps a Seaman Apprentice rank on his collar. “Get out my sight terd.”

>Snails about faces and leaves the briefing room.

>”Now,” the Commander sits back in his chair,”for the briefing of the damage and time estimation. From what the head Damage Controlmen here said...we are gonna be here for a few months due to the current issues with budget.”

>You and a few other sailors breathe a sigh of relief. Your reason for your sigh was because you now actually want to be on shore. There's a certain feeling inside you that you might enjoy the time you have with Octavia.

>”That is all, now get the hell outta here sailors, enjoy the stay.”

>Everyone in the room stands up and shouts a hearty “AYE SIR” and leaves.

 

>You get back to your room and relax on your bed.

Ahhhh, feels good to be finally sitting on my ass and relaxing...for once.

>You pull out your phone and call Octavia.

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>”Hello?”

Hi Octavia, it's Anon calling to see if you're still up for the night.

>”Ahh yes, come on over to the ladies dorms and wait for me please.”

No problem.

>You hang up and get out of your Navy utility uniform to put on something more normal and comfy. Too bad you had to pack fairly lightly when it came to civilian clothing. One casual outfit and one out-going outfit was all you had on the USS Zeus.

>Your casual outfit consists of a Led Zeppelin shirt, torn jeans, and your combat boots, as for your out-going outfit, you have a black Locoste polo, grey fitted jeans, and a matte black-ish pair Puma BioWeb Elites. You chose your out-going shit and head out to the ladies dorms.

>You take a short walk to get there and text Octavia that you are waiting outside. Then you jump to playing Angry Birds on your phone to waste time

>Its not long 'till she step out the front doors and sneak hugs you from behind. “Hi Anon!”

>You turn around a bit surprised, she is wearing a white Aeropostale hoodie with a furry inside shell, jeans that are particularly tight on her but not too tight, and a pair of UGG boots.

Damn woman, don't do that. You know we're both in the military.

>”Oh...oops. Us Marine Corps Band people don't know that since we don't get put in action.”

 

>You smile.

Well now you know.

>The two of you begin walking to your car. Octavia starts to hum casually. “So, where are we going tonight?”

>Prepared you look at San Diego landmarks on your phone.

How 'bout the National Comedy Theatre.

>”Okay, let's go!” Octavia runs ahead.

Wait, you don't even know where the car is!

>She playfully ignores you. You sigh at this and just enjoy the view of her toned thighs and butt.

Fuck it.

> You book it a close to full speed and zoom past her.

>”HEY WAIT UP!!” Octavia shout behind you.

>You turn and reply

You've got to pick up the pace if you want to keep up!!

>You round the corner and continue running to the parking lot. You make it there with Octavia right behind you.

Well, you got some speed and endurance for a musician.

>”Oh stop it you. You've been in the service far longer than me, Squid.”

>You open the car door for her.

What do you mean longer than you? You're a Staff Sergeant aren't you?

>”Yes, but with the Marine Corps band, we automatically jump to Staff Sergeant after we pass the auditions.”

Ohhh-h-h, so you're a boot?

>”S-shut up!”

>You start up the Focus and head out to the Comedy Theatre.

 

>The two of you make it to the Theatre and head in to watch what is posted up front as “Level 3 – Dirty Hand Randy.”

>Octavia and you find a seat and order some drinks, then proceed to watch the show. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytdOQPsuCj4

>In the middle of it, not even 5 minutes in, Octavia leans over and whispers, “You picked this poor excuse for a comedy club?”

You're right...this is a poor excuse for a comedy club.

>The both of you finish your drinks and head back to the car. You look up what you can do on your phone again.

>”Why don't we go eat before we go somewhere else, Anon?”

Ok, how about Fuddruckers?

>”Hell yea.”

>Start the car yet again, but this time you turn on the radio and Sexy People by Arriana is playing (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wk9PfN2Hphw). You immediately turn it off only to have Octavia turn it back on.

Dammit.

>You turn it off again and refocus on driving. At the corner of your eye you see Octavia look and smirk at you, then turn the radio back on and raise the volume.

Mother fuck.

>You press a random preset button and break off the on-off switch. You smash the radio on top of that. This song is playing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eTRmxIJFDw

>”Oooo, Mi Corazoncito by Aventura, wise choice Anon,” Octavia says with a small tinge of lust.

W-wait what? I don't even know what the song is, NOR do I understand this....burrito language.

>”Oh but I do. I just so happen to be Peruvian on top of that.”

>She begins to sing along to the song.

I damn this Aventura.

>The whole ride to Fuddruckers, two more songs play. One by a Daddy Yankee, the other by some Tito el Bambi dude. When you finally make it to the restaurant you park it and begin trying to get the knob back on.

Hey Octy, go get in line while I try to get this damn thing back on.

>She giggles and reponds, “Sure thing Anon.”

 

>You and Octavia are enjoying your meals at your table. You ordered the Elk burger, as for Octavia...she got the same thing since she never tried any deer meat before.

So what inspired you to become a musician in the Marines, Octy?

>”Hmm?” She swallows the most recent bite she took out of her burger, “Oh, I was taken out to go see the Rose Parade when I was like 9 years old. By then, I already knew how to play the cello, but I never really enjoyed it. So when I seen them perform there at the Rose Parade (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sib90fgeojE), the sheer tidiness and organization of them, i-it, somehow, someway, took my breath away and made me want to become one of them. So what about you Anon?

The recruiter drew me in. Simple as that...I was never a JROTC cadet. I didn't have a long line of family members in the military. Hell, I wasn't even one of those honor bound people.

>You are looking down at the table at this point, somewhat displeased with how your life has went since you joined the Navy. There is quite the long pause of silence amongst you and Octavia.

>”Hey, cheer up Squi – oh, you got something on your face.” Octavia leans in over the table to get it as you look up.

What is it?

>Being the fool that you are, you let Octavia grab the back of your neck and pull you in for a kiss. Quite the lengthy one too, at least 10 to 15 seconds.

>She breaks it off.

You're really the forward type aren't you?

>”I guess you could say that.”

 

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>You are now driving back to base. After enjoying a good burger at Fuddruckers, you and Octy went go-karting. You come to learn that she is a very aggressive driver when she is on track; needless to say, she spun you out at least 5 times.

>On the ride back you and Octavia tried to share what's left of the car radio. Only 3 of the preset buttons work. One, the taco station; the second, a country station; the third, an indie and rock station.

>The two of you agreed to not listen to the country station.

>Turns out you actually kinda like the taco music. Even though you don't understand a damn word about it.

>You make back home, park the Focus, and casually walk with Octavia back to her dormitory area. The walk goes on silently, 'til you break the silence.

Have you heard about the Elements of Harmony going MIA today?

>”Yea...my cousin Pinkie is one of them.” Octavia sighs.

Jesus, first Gunny, and now you, who else on base has family within the Elements?

>”Hehe, I happen to know a few.”

 

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>Earlier that day...

 

>Location: Somewhere in South America

>You are now Twilight Sparkle.

>1stSgt US Air Force.

>Call-sign: Princess

 

>The last few days were fucked. Seriously fucked.

>The worse of those days overall was the day you heard the screams of your teammates being tortured. From the yelling earlier that day, most likely from Rainbow Dash, these fucks are trying to get information. You hope that she doesn't get the worse. But it was Fluttershy's screams that broke you heart. the poor girl never spoke much, yet she took a lot of criticism considering that she is new.

>Hell. You hope that everyone doesn't.

>You are stuck in the same room that your escortee is in. To make matters worse, the two of you are nude.

>You are about to fade back to sleep when the door opens. A tall woman is standing in the doorway with a guard.

>”Leave us.”

>”Yes General.”

>To your assumptions, this is the ringleader.

If you're looking for information, you are in the wrong place missy.

>You feel a stinging sensation as your head twists to the side. You turn back around and see a very small whip, the kind thats on a stick.

>”SILENCE, WORM! YOU SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TOO!”

Fuck off.

 

>You feel another sting on your face as she cracks the whip across your face.

>Queen bitch grabs you by the chin and turns you face-to-face with her.

>”I would absolutely love to get you squeal, but I want to have fun with your friend here.” She turns around and walks over to Discord.

>You caught a glance at her name tag. It said Chrysalis. If you make it out of this alive, you keep in mind too inform HQ that the President's fears are to be confirmed for the existence of The Horde.

>Discord looks up, looking pissed as usual, “Do your worst.”

>>”Aww the big, bad man wants the full torture.” The whip cracks and you hear Discord grunt in pain.

>”That's all you got, bitch?”

>>”Just you see,” says the General.

>She reaches in her pocket and pulls out what appears to be an open mouth gag. 'Is choking her idea of torture?' you think to yourself.

>After Discord is gagged...she drops her pants.

>An approximately 15 inch penis is visible between her legs.

>ohgodhelpus.jpg

 

>Is this how she was torturing the rest of your team? By raping each and everyone of them with extreme prejudice?

>You see a tinge of shock in Discord's eye.

>>”Let's see how the inside of a man feels, shall we?”

>General Chrysalis leans forward and begins to ravage Discord's asshole. You look down and see that you are getting wet from this. You never understood why your body thinks dirtier than you.

>The fact that Discord is managing to keep from screaming in pain is astonishes you. 5 minutes pass and Chrysalis withdraws from him. You see semen pool under him.

>>”I see that you are not a screamer.”

>Her arms raises and she attacks him with the whip. She only musters a whimper from him. She finalizes the attack by shoving her mandingo through the gag and begins fucking Discord's face. It ends quickly with The General creaming all over his face.

>>”Hmp, you're no fun,” she pulls out a hand gun and shoots him.

>Rage fills and boils you over when the sound reverberates in your ears.

YOU BITCH, JUST YOU WAIT!! I WILL CUT YOUR DICK OFF AND CHOKE YOU WITH IT!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO THE REST OF MY TEAM!?!

>>”Ooooo...a fiesty one aren't you. Just like the rainbow haired one.”

>She creeps up towards you, semen coated gag in hand.

>You struggle to get out of the chair you are tied to as she approaches you.

>Another stinging sensation is felt as General Chrysalis gags you.

>She lines her cock up to your flower. You can't believe that your virginity is going to be lost to this monster.

>Then someone stands up behind her and chokes her out. It's Discord.

>He takes the gag off of you.

I-I thought you were dead.

>”Don't worry about that; I wasn't chosen to be the double agent for no damn reason at all, was I?”

>He unties you, then strips the weapon from the subdued torturer and hands it to you.

Ok then, let's get the fuck out of here.

>You aim the pistol at the General's head and squeeze the trigger.

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>You wake up and carefully get Octavia out of your cuddle. To your chagrin though, you didn't get laid, even though the two of you hardly know each other.

>They real question you are asking yourself though, is why Octavia wanted to cuddle with you in bed after the first date. You thought sex came first then cuddling. Then again, she is pulling a lot of firsts on you.

>You begin to gently poke her

“Octavia...wake up.”

>She isn't budging.

>You hop in the shower to commence Operation SSS. Shit. Shower. Shave.

>After taking your dump and showering, you put a hold on shaving momentarily to check on Octavia. She is still asleep like a rock.

>You Head to the kitchen and fill a cup with cold water, dropped a few ice cubes to seal the deal. You head back into the room to do your extra deed.

Octaviaaaa....WAKE. THE FUCK UP!

>The cold water hitting her face scares the living shit out of Octavia and causes her to fall out of the bed. You toe her butt.

Still alive Octy?

>”Fuck you...”

>You return to the head to get back to the last of the three S's. You 'bout nearly cut your damn cheek off when Octavia comes in naked and begins to shower.

>Her fair lightly tanned skin...her beautifully toned ass...and her melons. All glistening in the shower as water hits the whole nine yard of her.

>You are pitching a tent in towel wrapped around your waist. The porn mags on the ship are never as good as the real thing, you think to yourself.

 

>”Like what you see Anon?”

If you seen the tent being raised in my towel, you wouldn't be asking that stupid question now, would you Octy?

>She laughs a bit. “I had the feeling you was gonna say that. Wanna see how dirty we can get in the shower?”

>You look to the right and see that she has her ass squished againsed the glass, giving you full view of her swollen pussy and tightly puckered asshole. Your cock is now at full mast.

>She gets off the glass. “Too late, gotta be quick to answer Anon,” Octavia teases.

>You sigh and head out to put on your cammies, head held low because you really wanted to hop in the shower again.

>You get up the part where you put on your blouse and you happen to just not find the damned thing.

>After digging to the bottom of your sea bag, you turn and see Octavia. She is wearing only the blouse to your cammies.

Surprise, Surprise.

>”You gotta put up a fight to get this offa me,” Octavia said with a playful tone.

Aww c'mon, I can't take it off you gently then transition to fucking?

>She giggles, “Nope.”

Shit.

>”You do know that it's an off day today right?”

Really?!

>You look at your phone. It's fucking Sunday.

Oh, Imma enjoy this.

>You pounce towards Octavia, tackling her and pinning her on your bed.

>She is lightly blushing, “Well that was unexpected.”

Oh please.

>You lean in and kiss her. She wraps her arms around your neck as you begin to unbutton the blouse with one hand, your other hand is groping her tits under it.

>You break off when you finish the last button. You spread the blouse open to reveal her bosom.

>”A-Anon...”

>You pull her towards you and finish removing the blouse as you lock lips and fight tongues again.

 

>Then you get the blouse off her and leave the room with the speed of a snow rabbit.

>”W-what!?! Anon, you son-of-a-bitch!”

Only returning the favor!

>”Dammit!”

>You hear something hit the deck hard.

>You taunt her one last time

See you at breakfast!

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>You and Octavia are now at the mall, buying random shit.

>Octavia bought a Finn and Jake hat, while you just bought a water/speaker thingy at one of the two novelty stores there.

>You have ridiculous amounts of money on you from being at sea for such a long amount of time, so you really don't give a fuck about what you are buying.

>When Octavia trails into Victoria's Secret, you run into the magic barrier of guy code.

Ehh, sorry Octy, I can't go in with you.

>”Meh, go to a random clothes store, you need a decent wardrobe if you want to stay around me in public.” Octavia says this with a sassy tone.

>She read your damn mind on that one. So it is time to go clothes shopping.

 

>At least an hour later, Octavia is looking for you and finds you in the Macy's section.

>”There you ar- damn Anon, you robbing the mall?” Octavia points out the two duffel bags at your feet.

What? Oh these, I just needed a more efficient way to carry all these clothes and shoes at once.

>”Ho. Ly. Shit.”

 

Except for one outfit. Here.

>You pull out a black bag from a lingerie store you visit during the hour of shopping.

>Octavia opens the bag and blushes lightly. She looks back up at you and you wink at her.

 

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>1stSgt Twilight “Princess” Sparkle

>Location: Unknown

>Time: approximately 2249 hours

 

>At least no one said that breaking out of this hell hole was gonna be easy.

>Discord being hit was a small problem. Then came to dealing with AJ's and Rarity's wounds.

>When you opened Fluttershy's cell, you come to find that she was further broken than Pinkie; and that bitch already, fucking literally, torn one of the tangos limb from limb.

>Fluttershy had that look in her eye. That fucking look that will make you drop everything on the spot the minute you meet her gaze. It's as if she is staring into and through your inner being at the same time.

>Turns out we couldn't get good 'ole Pinks back on the job, but when her and Flutter's gazes met, she just calmed down. She's still off, but she is able to follow orders.

>Discord has already went to find any intel possible.

>Rainbow Dash has been working on getting info out of a guard that we managed to get Pinky off of. We got the location of all our gear.

>All that you needed. You just want to get the fuck out and burn this fucking place to the ground in the process.

>The most picked up from the guards and that bitch of a general was a Colt and a SMG.

>You hand the SMG to Dash, more of her weapon.

Where to first?

 

>”You ain't gonna like this Sarge...these fucks confiscated our gear to the armory on base.”

>The recent turn of events has made you bitter, but this takes the cake.

>You look back at the unconcious bodies of AJ and Rarity that Fluttershy is trying her best to wake up.

>You huff out a bit of frustration. You guys really need to get moving as quick as possible, but having to drag two casualties around makes it much harder.

Alright. Here's how it goes for now. Animal...

>You point to Pinkie.

>”Yes ma'am!?” she shouts. Her tone has the usual excitement in it, but this time...it's cold...

You're with me. We need to get our hands on some equipment for the rest of us. I could use your senses to give us the edge on the enemy. Clear?

>”Wilco.”

Dash...

>She looks back up at you from stripping the guard of his ballistic vest.

>”Yea, I know. Keep an eye on Rabbit while she gets Stitch and Tree-kicker back up.”

>You nod in her direction.

>”Pinks, Sarge...”

>The two of you look in her direction.

>”Give 'em hell for what they done.”

>”Sure thing, Dashie...” Pinkie replies coldly.

>Boy, this is gonna be fun.

Well then, lets get the fuck on!

>You jog off down the corridor. The second set of soft patters of bare feet indicate Animal is right behind you.

 

>You peek around a corner from cover. Pistol in hand.

>You see two guards both facing in your direction, no way around them.

>Shit.

>You lay back on the wall, your soft skin making contact to the cold, smooth grey wall.

Pinkie, on my-

>You turn to see that Pinkie is gone. Aw fuck you silly.

>You look back around the corner to see Animal drop from the ceiling and snap the guard on your left's neck.

>The second one hardly even gets the barrel of his rifle aimed at her before she dives in toward him, takes his knife, and drive it into his throat.

>She gets up and licks the blade. Good thing this ruthless bitch of a teammate you got is on your side.

>You quickly inspect the ceiling to see there are no ledges or pipes for her to take hold of.

>Her usual defiance of physics, this isn't the first time this has happened either.

>You check the lock. A retina scanner; easy enough.

>You drag the guard with the broken neck up to the console, pick him up, and scan his eye.

>The door slides open with a loud metallic groan.

>You smash the guards head against the console and enter the armory behind Pinkie.

>Five minutes later, the both of you are carrying the gear for the whole squad.

>You feel comfortable in your combat digis.

>You hear a deflating sound and look around you for the source.

>You look towards Pinkie and see that her hair has returned to its normal poof.

>”Ready to start this party, Twi?”

>You smirk.

Hell yea, lets fucking move!

>”Oh hold on..” Pinkie stops and fishes into her pack, “here.”

>She hands you a photo. It is of you and a girl with jet black hair.

>”To give you a bit more motivation to get back home. You two are cutest couple I have ever seen by far.”

>A tear streaks down your cheek.

T-thank you, Pinkie. I really do miss Octavia right now.

 

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>Back to being A-fuckn'-non.

>You wake up in bed next to Octavia.

>You have done it.

>You made sweet, kinky, glorious, juicy love to her.

>Although, it doesn't feel all that good as expected.

>Like

>It was tainted. Don't know how. Don't know why...

>You get up and head to the bathroom to shower.

>”ANON!”

>You turn and snap to the position of attention in the direction of who called your name.

>The source is Gunny.

>”Come with me, we gotta talk”

>Aww shit.