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  Hardaway released his breast in order to use both hands to pull at Quantrill’s fatigue pants. He ripped open the snaps and slid his hand into Quantrill’s waistband. The Lieutenant’s broad, strong hand slowly crept into Quantrill’s crotch. Deft fingers expertly split open his lower lips and penetrated his wet slit.

  “Mmmm,” Quantrill moaned into the Lieutenant’s mouth.

  Hardaway broke the kiss and looked at Quantrill with a grin. “You’re soaking wet,” he said softly.

  “Yeah,” Quantrill agreed. He had been dripping through most of his guard patrol and the Lieutenant’s attentions hadn’t cooled things down at all.

  “Lay back,” the Lieutenant ordered. Quantrill immediately eased himself down onto the bedroll. He was on his back, looking up at his commanding officer expectantly. Lieutenant Hardaway grabbed the waist of his fatigue pants. “Lift your ass up,” Hardaway instructed.

  Quantrill did as he was told. When his broad hips cleared the bedroll, Hardaway swept the baggy fatigue pants down his legs along with his boxer shorts. Quantrill stared in amazement. His own body was a shock. His thighs were lean and curvy – no longer the straight, narrow legs he was used to. Now they bowed out in an unmistakably feminine way.

  And there in the center, filling the gap between his sleek thighs, were the swollen lips of his pussy. He should have been disturbed by the lack of penis or any sign of male gender – and he was a little freaked out about it, somewhere in the back of his mind – but the body he was looking at was so stunning, so sweetly sexual, that he couldn’t help but admire himself.

  He was still a man in his own mind and a naked female body could not pass unappreciated. Quantrill let his bare ass drop to the bedroll and lifted his feet to allow Lieutenant Hardaway to pull the fatigue pants away and toss them aside. Quantrill raised his head and shoulders to peer over the mounds of flesh on his chest and get a better look at the soft mound between his legs. He wanted to touch himself, to feel the hot wetness in his center. The Lieutenant, however, beat him to it.

  Hardaway crawled on top of Quantrill and pressed him back onto the bedroll. The Lieutenant put his knees between Quantrill’s legs and the young private’s thighs parted of their own accord. He felt Hardaway’s hardness press against his thigh and experienced a moment of panic – was that thing really going inside his tight opening?

  He opened his mouth to protest, but the words died on his lips. Hardaway looked into his eyes with such intensity that Quantrill was lost in them. The Lieutenant reached down with one hand and slipped his finger into the wet place between Quantrill’s thighs. “Mmmm,” he moaned softly at the contact.

  Hardaway hooked his finger and moved in a “come here” gesture inside of Quantrill. The young private felt himself led along by the strong but gentle stroking along the front side of his tunnel. The heat in his middle built and built until he couldn’t squeeze his lips closed any longer. “Oh, God!” he cried out.

  Hardaway slid his finger out of Quantrill and caressed the front of his wet slit. When the Lieutenant hit on the hard button at the peak, Quantrill bucked and jerked like he was being electrocuted. “Oh, shit!” he yelled out. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  The feeling was like shockwaves blasting out from his center. His whole body was enveloped in pleasure. The Lieutenant continued to rub and stroke on that one spot, ratcheting up the tension even higher. How high could he go? Quantrill had no idea. The sensations had already surpassed anything he had ever experienced before.

  Quantrill arched his back and threw back his head. His legs writhed and squirmed. He grabbed at the bedroll with his petite hands. Lieutenant Hardaway had beaten down his body’s defenses. He was at the mercy of his commander. “Oh, fuck yes!” he moaned.

  Hardaway drew his hand away and slid over to line his hips up with Quantrill’s. Was he going to put that huge cock inside? Quantrill’s eyes opened wide at the thought. But he wasn’t afraid. And he definitely wasn’t disgusted. He welcomed the penetration. His body was ready. Quantrill was surprised by how eager he really was.

  The Lieutenant, however, had other ideas. Instead of pushing the thick, bulbous head of his cock into Quantrill’s entry, he stroked his hard shaft up and down through the young private’s hot, wet slit. Quantrill’s frenzied nerve endings sang with the stimulation. It was amazing! But he needed more. He rocked his hips to grind their sweaty bodies together. He clawed at Hardaway’s powerful, rounded glutes to pull the man closer. It still wasn’t enough.

  Then with a flash he realized what he wanted. He wanted to be fucked. He wanted his Lieutenant’s big, powerful cock to fill him up and drive him over the edge. He needed it. He also remembered what Hardaway said earlier. “Not until you ask for it,” the Lieutenant had told him. If Quantrill wanted to get fucked, he was going to have to ask. Quantrill’s pride rebelled against the idea – but only for a moment. The waves of immense pleasure wracking his body washed away any thought of resistance.

  “Put it in!” he moaned. “Please! Fuck me!”

  “That’s a good girl,” Hardaway panted. He reared back and then slowly edged forward. Quantrill’s lower lips were gently split apart by the tip of the Lieutenant’s thick member. The young Private’s body resisted the invasion, stretching and straining to fit. Hardaway relentlessly pushed himself into Quantrill. Quantrill felt a twinge of pain at the great thickness entering his tight opening and drew in a quick breath. Then with a lurch the thickest part of Hardaway’s cock was inside and several centimeters of his length followed.

  Quantrill was overwhelmed with sensation. The brief pain was gone and all he felt was blissful fullness. He wanted to cry out but Hardaway’s huge cock drove the breath from his body. Hardaway gazed into Quantrill’s eyes with burning intensity while he slowly filled the young private’s body. Quantrill held his gaze, hoping to communicate the exquisite pleasure he was feeling through eye contact alone.

  Hardaway then slowly pulled himself out of Quantrill’s wet tunnel. Air rushed back into Quantrill’s lungs. “God that feels so good!” Quantrill moaned.

  “We’re just getting started,” Hardaway said smoothly. He pushed himself back inside, faster and deeper than the first time. Quantrill broke their eye contact and threw back his head and moaned incoherently. He felt so full! Hardaway’s body fit his own so perfectly. It was the most amazing connection he had ever felt.

  Hardaway continued to slide his long, hard shaft in and out of Quantrill’s eager body. Each time he would shove it back faster and deeper than before. Quantrill spread his legs wide and tugged and pulled on the Lieutenant’s muscular backside to try to take in as much as possible. The cock was amazing and Quantrill wanted it all!

  Soon the Lieutenant was rutting on Quantrill at a furious pace. Their bodies slammed together again and again. Quantrill felt the delicious tension that jangled in his nerve endings ratchet up to an unbelievable level. Then it exploded in a flash of intense pleasure. Quantrill’s body went rigid, then convulsed. He groped for purchase on Hardaway’s powerful, muscular back. He wrapped his shapely legs around the Lieutenant’s middle, lifting himself up off the ground and keeping their bodies pressed together.

  “That was fantastic!” Quantrill panted. His body went limp. His arms and legs flopped down onto the bedroll like dead weight. He was spent.

  “You are fantastic,” the Lieutenant said softly and kissed Quantrill on the nose. He rolled off of the young private and lay on his side at the edge of the bedroll.

  Quantrill looked up in confusion. What had he done? Hardaway had taken them to new heights. He had just been along for the ride. He was too out of breath to protest, though. He just smiled and snuggled into the Lieutenant’s arms.

  Chapter 5

  BlueVector

  Quantrill woke the next morning feeling sore. At least, it seemed like morning. This moon’s orbital cycles didn’t necessarily correspond to human ideas about day and night. There was no telling what the official time actually was without checking his portable video, a
nd he hadn’t seen his p-vid since the day before.

  The soreness was mild. It was more of a dull ache in his pussy that brought pleasant memories more than pain. And what pleasant memories they were! Quantrill had no idea sex could be so mind blowing. Just the thought warmed his nether region. He shifted languidly on the bedroll and enjoyed the feeling of his soft, rounded thighs rubbing together. Being a woman wasn’t so bad after all. The bedroll felt empty, though. There was no warm, strong body beside him. Where was Lieutenant Hardaway?

  Quantrill blinked open his eyes against the bright light and saw the Lieutenant crouched beside the bedroll. Hardaway was bright-eyed and fully dressed. He looked like he’d been awake for hours. Quantrill instantly felt guilty for sleeping in. Was the rest of the platoon up and around? Was there something he should be doing?

  “Good morning,” Hardaway said calmly.

  “Sir,” Quantrill said. He wiped at his bleary eyes and started to sit up.

  “No, no,” the Lieutenant waved him off. “There’s no hurry.”

  Quantrill lay back down and saw that Hardaway was holding a hypospray. The med bottle had a bright, electric blue label. The Lieutenant held up the injector and said, “It’s BlueVector. This will turn you back to normal.” He pushed aside the bed cover and touched the hypospray to Quantrill’s thigh.

  “Don’t do that!” Quantrill exclaimed.

  “What did you say?” the Lieutenant said darkly. Quantrill blushed, too late realizing he had just tried to give an order to his commanding officer. They shared an amazing time, but it didn’t change the fact that Quantrill was a piss-ant Private.

  “Sir, I just wanted to … well …” Quantrill backpedaled. What did he want to say? Tell the Lieutenant he woke up horny for more cock? That would make him look like a pervert. Or even worse, like an ass kisser. He had to say something, though. And the fact was, although he wasn’t into cock normally, this body fucking loved it.

  Finally Quantrill just took a deep breath and said simply, “Already, sir?”

  “Yes,” Hardaway nodded. Quantrill thought he heard a note of regret in the Lieutenant’s voice, but wasn’t sure he didn’t just imagine it. Hardaway pressed the injector against Quantrill’s leg and with a quiet hiss pumped the medicine into his bloodstream. “The drop ship is on the way. We will evac in two hours.”

  “Yes, sir,” Quantrill agreed. He closed his eyes and lay back to let the hot darkness of the drug overtake him.

  ***

  He woke up sometime later feeling like he hadn’t eaten in a week. He blinked against the light and patted his body up and down – it was back to normal. He was still in a PECS tent, but he was alone. Quantrill mentally pushed aside the disappointment he felt at that and slowly sat up. His pack and the duffle with his battle armor waited for him. Even the clothes he had been wearing the day before – a t-shirt and fatigue pants – were neatly folded and laid on top.

  “Aww, how sweet,” he said softly. Then he rolled his eyes and chuckled. Where the hell did that come from? Lieutenant Hardaway was many things, but he was not sweet. That drug really fucked up his mind.

  Quantrill got dressed and hauled his things out of the PECS. The campsite was unusually quiet. A lot of the formerly female Marines must have been in their tents sleeping off the BlueVector. Those troopers who were out and about were moving at half speed. It looked like nobody got much sleep the night before.

  Lieutenant Hardaway was across the camp talking to Sergeant Prince and Corporal Vanlanding. He, for one, didn’t seem any worse for wear. Officers must need less sleep, because Quantrill knew exactly how little rack time the platoon commander actually got. He saw Hardaway glance in his direction and quickly looked away. Quantrill fished a protein ration out of his pack. Just the smell of the synthetic nutrient gel made his stomach rumble. Not because it smelled particularly appetizing – it didn’t – but because Quantrill was starving. He would have eaten his boot if he’d had some ketchup.

  “Hey, Q,” Jabara walked up and clapped Quantrill on the back. “How you feeling?”

  “Starving,” Quantrill mumbled around a mouth full of gooey protein gel.

  “I believe it,” Jabara agreed. “Damn Juice burns through calories like plasma fire. Not to mention fucking all night!”

  “Uhh, yeah,” Quantrill nodded.

  “Speaking of which,” Jabara stepped closer and lowered his voice. “I heard you and the LT…” Jabara trailed off. He finished his thought with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

  Quantrill felt his face flush. Of all the men in the platoon, why did Hardaway have to screw him? Who knew what kind of rumors were going around now. Of course, he couldn’t let on that he was embarrassed. Then he’d never live it down. “Yeah,” he admitted casually. “Even officers want a piece of ass now and then.”

  “Apparently,” Jabara replied. “And they like to save the hottest piece for themselves, too.”

  “What the fuck?” Quantrill grumbled.

  “Seriously!” Jabara insisted in a low rumble. “You are a goofy looking little shit as a man, but you make one fine looking bitch.”

  “I guess I missed my calling,” Quantrill said with a chuckle. He couldn’t tell if the big Marine was pulling his leg or genuinely thought he made an attractive woman. Quantrill guessed he might be the victim of some elaborate practical joke – that was often a safe assumption in the Corps. But who knew? Lieutenant Hardaway seemed to enjoy the female version well enough. He decided to play along with the joke just in case. And then change the subject as quickly as possible.

  “So, how about old Torvaldson?” Quantrill added before Jabara could go on. Jabara picked his date near the middle of the pack and chose Private Torvaldson from D-squad. The big blonde hadn’t been much to look at as a woman, but the competition by that point wasn’t turning heads either.

  “Meh,” Jabara shrugged. “Ugliest chick I’ve ever been with. But let me tell you,” the Marine went on in a more enthusiastic tone, “he was way kinkier than the girls back home.”

  “No kidding,” Quantrill replied with quiet sarcasm that he hoped would discourage more discussion. No such luck.

  “Fuck yeah,” Jabara went on. “He even let me put my…”

  “Seriously! Don’t tell me about that shit.”

  “Your loss,” Jabara shrugged. “But it can’t hurt to get some ideas for next time.”

  “Next time?”

  “Yeah, next time the LT gets out the PinkVector!” Jabara said with a grin. “Who you gonna pick?”

  “Shit, I don’t know,” Quantrill sighed. He really wasn’t interested in anyone he had seen the previous evening. But as long as the conversation stayed away from Lieutenant Hardaway he was up for it. “Singh, I guess. Or Lopez.”

  “In your dreams,” Jabara shook his head. “Unless you see a promotion to squad leader in your future.”

  “Not likely,” Quantrill agreed. “I guess I’ll just have to bang your ugly ass.”

  “You could do worse!” Jabara said in a parody of taking offense.

  Quantrill only laughed. He had no idea what he would do in that situation, really. Trying to imagine his platoon mates as women was near impossible – even after he had seen half of them turned fem just the night before. And his thoughts kept coming back to Lieutenant Hardaway. Did the boss really pick him because he was the hottest looking woman? Could someone like Hardaway actually be attracted to him?

  His thoughts were interrupted by the whir of a landing craft passing overhead. The bird was about the size and shape of a city bus with stubby, delta wings. Quantrill watched the boxy craft bank left and head for the hill where the platoon dropped the day before. Its pulse engines rotated downward and the lander hovered before gently touching down. It was quite a change from the crash and dash landing they arrived with.

  Quantrill and Jabara jogged to their PECS and packed up their supplies. Quantrill found his scanning module and then the platoon marched through the ravine to get to the bird. As they appr
oached the opposite hill, a group of six men in orange jumpsuits were coming down the ravine in the opposite direction. The bird had delivered a repair crew to clean up the damage the Formids had done to the subspace relay station.

  “Don’t worry boys,” one Marine taunted them as they went past. “We got most of the Bugs for you!”

  Quantrill watched the men in orange make their way through the ravine and silently wished them luck. Then he and the platoon marched up the loading ramp into the long, narrow cargo hold of the landing craft.

  The Jericho was a Trump class troopship. It was more than four football fields long with a series of 100 meter rings along a central axis. Ironically, despite spending the better part of the past year onboard the Jericho, Quantrill had never actually seen the ship from the outside with his own eyes. He was always coming and going on windowless troop carriers. He had seen photographs, though. It looked like a half-dozen gigantic bicycle wheels attached to a seventy-story office building.

  The rings slowly turned at about 3 revolutions per minute. That gave the outer edge a feeling of about 1/2 Earth gravity. The artificial gravity was a big help. Floating around in freefall was a huge pain in the ass. How the ship’s crew got used to it, Quantrill had no idea. The 200 or so spacers on board mostly kept to the central core. That’s where the ship’s engines and most of the other important systems were.

  The landing craft docked along the central axis, too. It was the only part of the ship that wasn’t spinning around, so that just made sense. That meant, however, that they had to clatter out of the lander weightless. Freefall training was mandatory for all Marines, of course. They did spend most of their time in space, after all. Marines were meant for pounding the dirt, though, and that’s what they concentrated on. Spacers could zip around in freefall like fish in water, but combat grunts were another story.

  Being weightless is not the same as being massless. The big Marines in Quantrill’s platoon still massed just the same. All that mass was careening around in freefall without gravity to hold it down. Spacers liked to rag on the grunts for moving around the ship like a bunch of drunken gorillas. It was the same old interservice bullshit that had been going on for as long as there had been a service, but Quantrill had to admit the space jocks had a point. Marines in freefall were almost as dangerous as Formids. It made him glad for his helmet and body armor.