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Unfortunately it looks like my commission went and evaporated on me, so I just knuckled down and got this done.\n\nNot sure there's much to say here, it's pretty absurd, don't know where the idea came from. It has sequel potential, but I'm happy with where it is.\n\nAs always, feedback, thoughts, and tips are welcomed. I hope you all enjoy.\nOh, and sorry about the puns.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Click here for the sequel = Active Retirement

Something a lot more sex heavy, and back to my comfort zone of kinks. Unfortunately it looks like my commission went and evaporated on me, so I just knuckled down and got this done.

Not sure there's much to say here, it's pretty absurd, don't know where the idea came from. It has sequel potential, but I'm happy with where it is.

As always, feedback, thoughts, and tips are welcomed. I hope you all enjoy.
Oh, and sorry about the puns.", "writing": "03:00\nRepublic Joint Operations Base: Hawthorne\nResidence 31B\n\n\nMilli Smith gave her husband one last bone crushing embrace, and if she wasn't careful, it would have been quite literal. Servos whined in her augmented arms, reinforced plates clinked off shirt buttons, the large canid bent over her smaller, entirely meat, mate, whispering a few last goodbyes.\n\n\"Don't you go sniffing around any other bitch, or I'll hunt you down and tear your tail off, mister,\" she followed her playful drawl with a lick of the raccoon's ear. She had no doubt in her mind that her Tim would be waiting for her a year from now, or two, or three if that's what it took, nothing but love in his fuzzy heart.\n\n\"You know I won't, not when I've got all the lady I'll ever need. When your boss let's me have you.\" The smile on his face, as he looked up at the army mutt he'd married, couldn't hide the bitterness there too. He'd been told what to expect when marrying a service woman, and knowing that his lover was one of the most dangerous people on planet, a rapid response commando, strummed a cord in his libido that he could never give up. But the on call calling had a habit of ruining date nights, and put a pin in any talk about family.\n\nHer white and black features creased in a sad smile of her own, as yet again their plans were put on hold. \"Blame the terrorists, hun. It's just a short deployment, a quick in and out, and I'll be thinking about you the whole time.\"\n\nThat was a small white lie, as the moment the shuttle was underway, she wouldn't be thinking at all. In fact, she wouldn't really be Milli Smith, army brat, and loving wife, she'd be all \"[i]Big Momma[/i]\", her call sign. The chrome on her thighs, arms, and chest, went far deeper than just the skin. Like every active service member, Milli's brain had been bi-furcated, each hemisphere surgically separated, and a computer bridge implanted to moderate between the two halves. Her dominant left half was all her, but her now freed right side had been rebuilt to be just what the army needed. In theory it made better soldiers, but more importantly, it meant when they came home, they left the war behind, locked away in their second self, where they would never see it. And Milli's other self was a nasty bitch from all she'd heard. She was the team Specialist, responsible for handling the Big Guns, carrying for the team, aided by her other modifications. Pelvis, thighs and spine reinforced to handle the intense strain of her job, a built-in biometric suite to monitor her vitals, computerised assistant right at her thoughts. Even her mammaries had been replaced with adaptable storage tanks for fuel and ammunition, sacrificed to make her the one woman army they needed.\n\nBig Momma had the highest body count in the squad, and that made her proud. Those insurgents wouldn't know what hit them.\n\n***\n\n05:47\nTransport shuttle J28693\nEn route to FTL Carrier [i]Longevity[/i]\n\nSteam engulfed the twelve, tightly packed, muscular bodies of Commando squad Delta. Twelve shaggy selves, crammed into the small shower, taking one last moment to look each other over and wish their buddies luck before it was \"[i]Light's Out[/i]\" for their prime brains. Water ran off pelts and chrome, making every natural muscle stand in sharp relief and glisten. Ten men, two women, but no one was complaining about the gun show, just the usual cat calling and butt smacking of twelve soldiers not sure if they'd see tomorrow.\n\n\"Looking a little chubby there, Big Momma, you and the little man expecting?\"\n\n\"Not the only one with a little chubby am I, T-Bone?\" Milli smirked wide and flexed for the brown hyena, getting just the rise she was looking for and sniggers all around. \"My, not so little, man and I are still putting it off. Can't go babying a baby, when I've got eleven little ones right here who need Momma to watch their backs.\"\n\n\"Oh shut up and fuck already you two,\" Ginger, their civet markswoman, groaned and slapped the smarting T-Bone with a wet towel. \"We get, like, one hour to talk tops, and you waste it on foreplay. Last thing I want to be thinking of for a year is your sex-lives. Last jump, Mousey wouldn't shut up about some steak house, and I swear when we got back all I could think about was flank.\"\n\n\"That's enough jibber jabber, dry up and suit up, lights out in ten,\" Choppers, captain and professional fun stopper, cut the water and shook out his thick, black, coat. The big wolf started tossing towels and glaring daggers at anyone who didn't hop too it, barely paying a mind to his own impressive nudity. He was a soldier first and a person second, and that's what the commandos needed to whip them into shape. Everyone scrambled, and it wasn't long before the small chamber was full of the rustling of rubberised undersuits and the sound of velcro pouches and netting getting slapped onto everything. Soon twelve muscular bodies were covered in the skin tight, breathable, modular combat mesh, armour plates riding over the dull matt exterior.\n\n\"Helmets on!\"\n\nMilli grinned at the markings for \"Specialist\" on the side, before slipping the head protection over her ears, flicking the transparent visor over her eyes. The heads-up display purred into life, counter showing only a minute left till Light's Out. One last chance to get in a dig before she would wake up a year from now, aching and feeling accomplished from serving her nation. She cut into the private communications with a mental impulse, helped from the brain-machine interface that was the bridge between left and right. Half the squad were doing the same, one last jab, or a final wishing luck.\n\n05:59\n\n\"Hey T-Bone,\" she watched her victim jerk as she spoke directly into his head, \"just a friendly warning, Big Momma's kind of restless, she's going to need to blow off some steam. Hope your bones are ready for a beat down.\"\n\nShe got a groan, a sense that he rolled his eyes, and his voice in her inner-ear. \"Come on, BM, it was just a joke. I don't wanna wake up with a shattered femur 'cus you got too rough again.\"\n\n\"Wah wah, little baby, I bet she's gonna jump you the moment we switch, best hope your boy's ready~.\" Milli cracked her knuckles for emphasis, feeling the prickling tension of excitement and worry. Who knew how many of those faces she'd see when she woke up, if she woke up. The timer counted, and soon Big Momma would be standing in her shoes, ready to take a peice out of anyone. Any second...\n\n06:00\n\nShe blinked.\n\n\"Mmmmmh~,\" Big Momma gave a long, languid purr, feeling her body slide back under her control. The world came swimming to her in a rush, the sensation familiar to the specialist, as it'd been how she'd woken up every day of her existence. She and eleven other bodies stretched luxuriantly, postures shifting and bones popping, as if they'd each come back from a deep nap. A giant yawn let her stretch her jaw, and lick her lips, just in time for a big robotic hand to cup her chin and pull her eyes to its owner.\n\n\"Hello beautiful, you open for business yet?\" T-Bone bared his teeth in a wolfish grin, eyes glittering, as his free paw went to her bust.\n\n\"Arrival at the carrier in fifteen, make it quick,\" Choppers called back, knowing they'd be cutting it close, but that he wouldn't have any control of his mob until they got it out of their systems. \"Someone plug her up while you're at it, she's flat as a pancake, and I want her loaded before arrival.\"\n\n\"Sir, yes sir,\" the hyena chuckled, and gave Big Momma's cheek a light tap, \"you heard the boss, get those puppies out, and lets get you nice and milky for us.\"\n\n\"Hang on, hang on,\" The she-dog laughed and gave a little wave of her hands. Her suit had a few hidden catches, and a tug later had her bust free, heavy breasts dangling in the hyena's face. Fur-less, the artificial fun-bags rolled and played like a pair of fine, warm, latex water-balloons, nipples out and advertising on their smooth black surface. \"What's my payload today, Cap? Half-and-half, or all cream?\"\n\n\"Cream,\" came the response, followed by a chuckle, all about crotch panels were being peeled back, as ten cocks sprouted the most extreme case of [i]Morning Wood [/i]imaginable. \"I want you cooking before we even get there. Now fill her up. Ginger, your toy's in storage, wait your turn.\"\n\nSexual Release Specialist, Big Momma, hustled back into a crash harness, using it as a hammock as she spread her reinforced thighs and parted her suit to show off the glistening waterfall of her suddenly gushing spade. Black and juicy, her body was ramping into a furnace, as biometric control systems kick-started her to readiness. Hormones ran rampant, making her fur stand on end where she had it, and a slow pressure grew in her chest.\n\n\"Open for business boys, best hurry if you want me milky before we dock~,\" She gave one last flirty tease, sharing her internal telemetry for the whole team's HUD. So when T-Bone grabbed a thigh in each paw, and looked down at that fluffy belly, he had a perfect overlay of her womb waiting for a good filling. The hyena's savage cock gave a few eager twitches, as he dragged the pointed tip up from her drooling snatch, over the tight six-pack, to rest among a black and white nest. Matching to the outline, he would be three quarters of her depth when he got it inside, and maybe a little more once he got going. \"Best hurry up, big guy. Clock's ticking.\"\n\nThat settled it, and with a grunt, the [i]Grunt [/i]got his dick wet between those hungry lips, his entire length swallowed up in a single, practised motion. They knew each other all too well, and the moment he felt his balls tap hind, he was slamming into her body with reckless abandon. Feral growls, mixed with the slick sounds of a pussy getting the pounding it deserved, had Big Momma moaning along like the seasoned veteran she was. The only thing that would complete the experience, was someone up top. And as if they'd timed it, her muzzle was filled with hot wolf-dick, no questions, just an order from the Captain.\n\n\"Shut up and choke on it,\" came the command, and Big Momma had no issue with obeying. The wolf in her muzzle might have had less leverage than the hyena below her, but he had a lot more aggression to work off. Her throat expanded like a python, letting the canine get deep, the grip of her silken muscles on his cock quickly had the symbol of team decorum growling curses like a teenaged virgin, all to the tune of his armoured pelvis clinking off her helmet, and the steady '[i]Gluck[/i]' of wet suction. Paws went straight for her head, bracing her as his servo-aided muscles began a pulverising buck, right into her skull. Serving 'roided up, chromed up, soldier boys was not an easy ride, but their Specialist was built to overmatch everything they could give her.\n\n\"Fuck...\" T-Bone broke first, hips jack-hammering up into her body, as a growl of victory rumbled from him. The carnivore's balls throbbed in their sack, and a wash of watery spunk inundated the perfectly sculpted sex he was rutting. The load didn't have far to travel, as her womb opened for the expected injection. Another biometric system kicked into gear, sending a rush of tingling through her nethers, a biological trigger that stimulated an additional kick of hormone release. As T-Bone was emptying the contents of his junk, the others were closing in, one after another, taking their spot, and leaving their mess in her body. They worked like a team, and she was the tool that had to be used. Ginger was last up, plastic-cock dripping the fluids of her squadmates, having just stirred the pot one last time before their arrival.\n\nChoppers broke up the general back-slapping and suit straightening, his last act being to yank Big Momma to her feet and slap a liquid tight seal about her privates. \"Alright, we loaded?\"\n\nA second for her biometrics to confirm, and a green check mark appeared in everyone's HUD. A circle being penetrated by an arrow with a wavy tail. Fertilisation completed, the specialist's milk production kicked into gear, chewing through reserve fat and carbohydrates to get her growing nicely.\n\n***\n\nFTL Carrier [i]Longevity[/i]\nEn Route to Prosperity Colony, Danab system\nETA 553 hours\nHigh Deck Gymnasium\nPT\n\n\"Mousey, you're up! Drop, clear target, exfiltrate, go!\"\n\nThe horn blasted, and the commando leapt into action. Mousey was an opossum, smallest of all of Delta, but his flexibility, and load carrying tail, made him one of the best for urban environments. The remodelled gym hall rang with the clang of his mock drop pod, a steel cage with barely a hint of padding, slamming into the protesting deck. Swift as his name, the armed commando spun through the facsimile of a small colony domicile. Tag gear tallied his score, as he marked and cleared one target after another, and barrelled on out the other side, all in less than twelve seconds.\n\n\"Good, new record. Recharge, BM you're up!\" That was all Choppers had to say, even as he noted the best time he'd ever seen for his mock operation. But it wasn't over yet, this was a team effort after all.\n\nLeaping into action, Big Momma, caught the sprinting male mid-stride, perfectly countering his momentum with a s spin as they both slammed into a set of sandbags rigged to simulate temporary cover. Her fingers popped the cap on a nipple, and pulled the gasping, carb burning soldier in with deft and practised motions. Mousey drank hungrily, swallowing down the protein and sugar enriched nectar the Specialist's body had prepared. His over-energised muscles tugged and nipped hard on the rubberised material of her reservoirs, causing no pain, but making the large woman to stifle her comments, as the pressure drained with every thirsty gulp.\n\n\"There you go baby, Momma's got you covered.\" It was a line she used almost every time, even as she licked her lips, and suppressed the urge to slip a few fingers down her front to strum out a little tune on her soaking nethers. Precious cargo growing, she was an armoured ball of lust and hormones, kept in check by stringent discipline. But still, the urge was always there to grab a nice handful of her teammates, and really relieve her tension.\n\nA sharp whistle blew, \"You're under fire, break and move, go!\"\n\nAnd the moment shattered, the little male surrendered his womanly sanctuary with a gasp, pearly milk dribbling down his chin, and both snagged their rifles and returned to the exercise. For all the sexual nature of their pre-mission rituals, they were still soldiers, elites, and damned good at their jobs, bonded closer than family.\n\n***\n\nFTL Carrier [i]Longevity[/i]\nEn Route to Prosperity Colony, Danab system\nETA 32 hours\nHigh Deck Medical\n\nBig Momma's pain receptors shut off, all in readiness for the next part of her duties. Stripped naked, and attended to by only the squad, she was a thick balloon of a woman. White and black fur shone as glossy as her metal reinforcements, rich with the oils of her accelerated fecundity. Beneath her two bloated, rubbery looking teats, the large and healthy swell of a full term pregnancy rolled with activity.\n\nTinny, Delta's lead medic, and komodo with anger issues, ran his scanners over her body, \"Heart and blood pressure is up. Chem-tests are normal. No signs of stress on the womb... we're clear for delivery.\"\n\nJust one more part of the training, a medical emergency in a stressful situation with minimal support. Although of course, the fully stocked infirmary was all around them should the unlikely happen, but every opportunity that they could take was used for practice. The pristine room was now set up as a make-shift holdout. Squad members kneeling behind beds, or lying prone, covering every angle while their Specialist divested herself of her burden before they were due to drop.\n\nIt was also training for the mix bred dog on the bed, a veteran of the act, it still never hurt to make sure all the parts of the engine were greased before deployment. She'd already taken her preferred position, a braced squat with her back to the medic, cradling her rifle before her in half readiness. One paw on the grip, finger just brushing the guard, and the other held the magazine. A pose that seemed almost serene, despite the rapid clenches of her abdomen, and the heavy dilation of her sex. It also had the advantage of keeping her face away from the others, not that they were paying her the slightest mind. Eyes trained outward, the occasional bark from the medic all the information they had to go on. Which just let their specialist concentrate on what she had to do, with little shame, and a lot of fun.\n\n\"One more push, BM, let me see the crown.\"\n\n\"Ahhhnn~!\" The guttural grunt left her mouth, as she bore down and pushed, legs quivering, thighs clenching, until the thick lips of her spade parted from the internal stretch which was the babe about to join them. With the medication, her internal controls, and just the willpower of an elite force combatant, the unpleasant parts were all but gone, meaning the contractions brought with them nothing but a rush of micro-orgasms, and a flood of arousal from her slit. \"Aah, ah, aaaaannnggh! Fuck!\"\n\nThat was when her pup's head crowned, and the pressure broke. Wet, lubricated, the tiny newborn slipped from her body, right into the scaly mitts of the attending squadmate. All to an unbidden cry of crashing pleasure, as Big Momma lived up her name, and panted her way through her favoured form of climax.\n\n\"Time!\"\n\nAnd again, the moment broke. Delta dropped their game of pretend to gather around and see who had won the bet this time. Sagging on the pillows, the newly remade mother watched as a bottle was pressed to her child's lips, her own milk being more sports drink than infant feed, and everyone got a chance to show just how sappy they could be when not forced to act like the bunch of badasses the posters made them out to be.\n\n\"Congratulations, Rosy, you get the first pup,\" Tinny tapped his tail on the red deer's chest, uncharacteristically chipper, knowing he'd just won the pot. Of course the sinister reptile didn't say he'd accessed their specialist's biometrics to run a paternity test beforehand, but looking at the stag, anyone would think the cervine was the one walking away with the extra credits.\n\n\"Looks a right proper beauty, I think she'll do you proud,\" T-Bone laughed and clapped his fellow squadmate on the shoulder, the squirming newborn suckling away as the rest gave it, and the parents, a good-natured fuss and a laugh. Except for Choppers, of course, who handed out points for improvement on both Big Momma and Tinny, the gist of which came down to not enough communication from the medic, and far too much \"Communication\" from the specialist.\n\nEveryone got a turn with the little-one, passing them about to give comment on just what an ugly child it was, and not just to tickle, pinch, or fuss it, before it got handed over to the proper medical team to be given to a military orphanage on return to civilised space. Not that any of them saw much wrong with that idea, over half of them being from just such a background. For all they knew, they could be cradling the commando of the next generation.\n\nSighing in gentle repose, Big Momma took her turn with her offspring, admiring the strong look of the father in her features. She'd always suspected she had a little horse in her, and it seemed to come through on her latest \"Pup\". The burbling, tired bundle, rested on her artificial breast, without a care for how they felt.\n\n\"Well boys,\" she looked about them all, wane smile on her muzzle, \"who's gonna fill me back up?\"\n\nShe spread her thighs, and there was a rush to grab groins, before the bed was serving a very different medical purpose.\n\n***\n\nProsperity Colony\nManufactory complex A13\n13:21 local\n\n\"Where the fuck's my fire support!?\" Rosy screamed into his comms, brain a fire of chemicals as he ducked back into the makeshift cover of his ever more precarious position.\n\nGunfire answered him, a hail of hot lead and plasma preceding the rebel forces swarming from the broken down machinery of the protein reclamation plant. Three weeks since drop, Delta was fully enmeshed in the hot-zone, the tip of the spear, or the anvil for the regular forces to hammer the insurgency down. So much for a quick in and out, the buck chewed, popping shots where he could, waiting for someone to dig him out before the mob got bold enough for another charge.\n\n\"It's coming, Rosy. On the line with command.\"\n\n\"Tell them I'm pinned down, if you haven't noticed the fireworks outside!\" The red buck spat back, getting uncomfortable hot as another fusillade of super-heated air smacked into the thinning concrete behind him.\n\n\"We know. Just had to clear a path, duck.\"\n\nHe had moments to process the words and their enforcing impulse to dive and tuck, just in time for the screaming wail of burning hydro-carbon's to fill the air, and a torrent of liquid fire which fell on the howling insurgents. Their lines disintegrated, and he finally got the breathing room to raise his head and see his rescuer as she jogged in from behind a burnt out truck.\n\n\"Hope I'm not too late, sweetie,\" BM gave him a filthy wink, a heavy incinerator cannon resting on the girthy swell of her belly, the fuel hose plugged directly into a nipple, drinking hungrily from her artificial chemical factories. Already stuffed full with her next pup, she was hardly a speedy responder, but she had enough benefits to always be a welcome sight for the needy soldier.\n\n\"Always glad to see you,\" the stag puffed and patted the wall he was leaning against. \"Got any left in those tanks for me?\"\n\n\"Think I've got some, if you don't mind it hot?\"\n\n\"Not at all.\"\n\nShe was on him in seconds, flamethrower unplugged and propped, second teat primed and open for business. Like a perverse saint-Bernard, Big Momma got right to work. One hand braced his jaw, and the other squeezed a steady pulse of cream, feeding the parched stag just as they'd drilled for. Rosy guzzled greedily, relief flooding his body after his close encounter, an undeniable biological urge welling up, and not just in his heart. Big Momma hummed as she fed him, but her now free hand just couldn't help itself from roaming a little further south, teasing under his crotch armour, squeezing a certain vigorous swelling in the deer's suit.\n\n\"Oooh, someone's happy to see me,\" she cooed, feeling the slippery spire inside coat her digits in pre. \"Momma's getting a little thirsty too, you mind giving me something to suck on?\" Rosy just moaned in response, mouth coming free with an audible Pop, but that was good enough for her. In a flash, the deer's suit was undone, and his long, tapered spire was out in the open, glistening and ready. Big Momma purred as she felt it against her cheek, her tongue rolling over her lips, and a soft sigh of need leaving her throat.\n\n\"Ah, ahh, ahhh... that'll do nicely,\" the words escaped her as she went straight for the base, suckling on the deer's sack, while she pumped him in both paws. Long, firm, Rosy was a better than average length, just enough to fill her up, making her pant as she licked her way to the tip, and gave those big brown eyes a smirk. \"You keep Momma covered, big boy, she's got her hands full down here.\"\n\n\"Oh, fuck me...\"\n\n\"Maybe later.\" And that was her last word before her maw yawned open, and his meat was all the way down her throat. The sound of gunfire and screaming faded, as her world became the hot, salty taste of her squadmate, and the feel of his throbbing, pulsating, dick. She couldn't get enough of it, bobbing back and forth, her cheeks hollowing, tongue working his shaft, and her lips sealed tight to capture every drop he could drool out. Her fingers worked his nuts, stroking, pressing, coaxing out his pent up load, as her own sex was lathering up the inside of her crotch panel.\n\n\"Rosy, BM, report, you still pinned?\" It was Choppers' voice that broke through her haze, as the buck jerked and swore.\n\n\"We're good, Cap,\" he called back, trying not to lose himself in her ministrations, \"just taking a breather. Area is suppressed.\"\n\n\"Good, I need you at FP five nine one, we're moving towards the main building, meet up with Ginger and get us a hole through the barricades.\"\n\n\"Copy that. We might, need a moment to re-load, but we'll be good in a second, sir.\" He had to bite his tongue to keep the intrusive feel of her own from getting echoed in his words, the wide, slimy muscle wrapped about his pride masterfully, polishing him like a professional. But the pressure was rising, the ache growing, and she wasn't going to take anything but his surrender. \"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Momma, stop!\"\n\nThe specialist's cheeks compacted, and she sucked down the final centimetre, his mighty length tickling the trachea, as he bucked, twitched, and sent a hot flood of seed to fill her stomach. She gulped it down with a purr, milking every last drop from his nuts, and keeping him pinned against the wall. Her rump was up in the air, and with her face full of fuzz, and his eyes crossing, both got a rude surprise coming up from behind.\n\n\"Oh for fucks...! You took so long I came to you, and find you fucking at a time like this!?\" Ginger had a snarl on her lips, banded face contorted in reproval, long rifle clutched like a talisman as she waited for their specialist to disgorge her prey with a wet [i]Slurp[/i]. \"No slutting around on mission, you know that! Fuck, Choppers gonna have your tails for this.\"\n\n\"Sorry, Ginger, he just looked so stressed,\" Big Momma gave a sultry smile, as she rose to her feet and patted the feline's shoulder, still open faucets right in the smaller woman's face. \"You want a drink too? Plenty of me to go around, and Rosy needs a second.\"\n\n\"Ugh, whatever,\" she grumbled more, but leaned in for a quick lap and a lick at the perky black tit, all too eager to steal a little comfort for herself before hell really started. \"Your breath stinks of cum, you horny bitch. You're lucky you're such a good- Pttt!\"\n\nShe buckled over in a quick coughing fit, the overpowering taste of high-octane on the tip of her tongue, as the horny bitch in question cackled, and re-latched her discarded incinerator to the offending nipple. \"Oops, sorry sweetie, I'm on half-and-half, wanna try the other?\"\n\n\"Fuck no, I wanted a milk bar, not a grill,\" Ginger shook her head and backed off, ears flat, as the two women shared a laugh and readied themselves for the next push.\n\n***\n\nProsperity Colony\nCentral residence B2\n21:45 local\n\n\"Cap, please, it was just a one time slip-up,\" Big Momma was at a parade rest as the wolf paced a trail through the humble carpet of the minimalist homestead that was serving as their temporary base of operations. His ears were flat, and teeth bared, about to chew her up like a newbie in basic. \"I was just a little pent up, and you know Tinny doesn't perform when he's tetchy. We were maybe a minute behind, tops.\"\n\n\"That's not the issue, and you know it, BM,\" Choppers snapped, \"it's not the first time, and it won't be the last. You're getting sloppy out there, and the squad can't afford that. We're not a bunch of rookies. We've got a job to do, and we're expected to get it done.\"\n\n\"You think I don't know that?\" She countered, needing to shift from paw to paw to keep her heavy load balanced. She had much in common with a balloon, round and ready to pop after their prolonged deployment. Her belly stretched the skin-tight undersuit that served as fatigues, the glossy dome sagging in sympathy with the pair of tanks that rested on top. If it wasn't for the metal in her, she would have been a beached whale on a bunk. \"Sir, I'm sorry, it was a mistake that won't happen again. I'll take a disciplinary when we're back on the carrier, but right now I'm still better with the squad than sitting this out.\"\n\n\"Don't push it, BM, you're on thin ice.\" He growled and rubbed his temples, not knowing how to deal with the most beloved member of the squad acting out. Of course, that was what training was for, a fallback he could always depend on. \"I can't be pulling favours for you. Paint me a picture, what's your malfunction Specialist!\"\n\nBig Momma's ears shot up at the tone, legs snapped shut together, despite the quake that caused and the muffled grunt on her lips, as she listened to the voice of command. Her whole body jiggled with the rapid motion, suit squeaking and joints creaking as she snapped a salute. \"Captain, sorry to report that I'm turning into a horny bitch. We've been pushing so hard without a break the whole squad is sending me 'Fuck Me' vibes and it's getting to my programming. Sir, I'm hornier than a jackrabbit on meth, and it's affecting my focus.\"\n\nThe wolf stopped his pacing, and the room was quiet for a second, save for the buzz of the cheap lights and the whir of the rustic fan. \"The whole squad, Specialist?\"\n\n\"Yes Sir.\"\n\n\"That include me, Specialist?\"\n\n\"Yes Sir~,\" She purred back, hips cocking, furry brush curling about a thigh. \"I'm dying for a nice, thick, knot in me. Just stretching my juicy cunt, breeding me raw, packing me full of hot, filthy, cum~.\"\n\nHe was barely a handspan from her, glaring eye to eye with his panting subordinate, so close their breath made the other's whiskers twitch, so close her belly was pressing on his uniform. \"And if I ordered you to do so, right here, right now?\"\n\n\"I would drop to my knees and suck you dry, Sir.\"\n\n\"You're a real piece of work, Specialist. Maybe that's what you need. A good, long, fuck, to get your head back in the game. Strip, right now. Present yourself.\"\n\nBig Momma didn't waste a second, her paws going to her breasts, nipples popping free, as she peeled the material back, exposing her chest and belly. The whole one-piece undersuit peeled off her like a snake shedding its skin, or an oversized condom being ripped away to leave her unprotected to the muscular male's advances. He watched her every move, the roll of her hips, the bulge of her stomach, the heavy sway of her tits and the gleam of her chrome-plated augments, drinking in the teasing with an eagerness to get as hard and ready as he could.\n\n\"On the floor, face down, ass up. That's an order, Specialist.\"\n\nShe was quick to obey, dropping to her knees with a thump, and presenting her dripping sex to her captain. The pose so intimately familiar, made for a big girl like her. Her canine cookie was drooling wetly down the inside of her thighs, her laden womb dragged on the rough carpet, and her black and white fur stood on end in eagerness for the good fuck she'd been trained to give, and expect in turn. So when a strong, heavy paw started playing with her well cushioned arse, the only responses she could give were torrid moans.\n\n\"The only words I want to hear from you,\" he grunted, crotch falling open to let loose the straining red prick inside, \"are Sir, Yes, and or Sir, that clear Specialist?\"\n\nHe punctuated the question with the wet slap of turgid wolf dong, landing cleanly in the guidelines of her wobbling rump, soliciting another groan of readiness, and a text book call of \"Sir, yes sir,\" spoiled by the heady giggle of the anticipating mix bred bitch. Ground rules set, he dragged that sweltering log of pulsing meat, down the valley of her cheeks, till it flopped and spat a wet glob over her delta. A half second later, and the tip was digging into her weak spot, seeking to penetrate her bunker in one swift spearhead assault.\n\n\"You ready to deliver for me Specialist?\" He ground that ready tip, deeper into her defences, wet lips oozing open as he compromised her integrity.\n\n\"Sir, yes sir,\" giddy, Big Momma wiggled in advertisement, tail flagged high, and shoulders as low as she could go. Her body was a playground for him, a place for him to park his manhood, and she was happy to oblige. She'd take him, and any other squadmate that asked, as many times as they needed, it was the function of her position, to keep everyone together and on point, no distractions, no tensions.\n\n\"Good, I'm going to fuck you,\" Choppers slipped deeper, parting that sodden channel open like a pry bar. \"I'm going to breed you till you deliver,\" his paws circled her straining gut, playing with her heavy burden. \"Then I'm gonna fuck another one into you, what do you say to that, Specialist?\"\n\n\"Ahhnn~! Sir, yes, sir!\" Her body shuddered in anticipation, his words setting off a spark in her loins, the idea of a long, hard, pounding, making her mouth water. Her biometric regulator kicked into gear, telling her superior officer all he needed to know. A count-down ticking away from then to the arrival of her next pup, and the availability of her womb for another thereafter.\n\n\"Brace. I'm not gonna let you sleep till I know it's my bastard inside you.\" A single thrust, and her tunnel was filled, the canine cock sliding home like a bullet in a chamber, her body rocked forward by the powerful motion. Big Momma was in heavan, mission accomplished, package secured, one big dick for one big dog.\n\nWhat came was a frantic, artless, animal and mechanical rut. The large black wolf bent over his submitting bitch, his heavy balls swinging, clapping against her inner thighs, his knot slamming into her pussy, his paws holding her hips and belly, keeping her still while he ploughed into her with every ounce of strength the army had given him.\n\n\"Gonna fuck you into delivery, gonna breach your womb myself.\" His words were punctuated with a wet slap of flesh, a brutal, selfish, fuck, and Big Momma was in love with every moment of it. Heat soothed and agitated her in equal measure, the frantic pace doing nothing to settle her, just set her expectations higher.\n\n\"Sir, yes sir!\" Her mouth echoed, a rasping panting following and preceding as she endured her savaging. Linkages in her metal spine were stressed, and warning signals played for them both, but all they saw was that countdown to birth, getting shorter and shorter, as her hyper-stimulated metabolism rushed that last month's worth of work. Her guts groaned in complaint, as the babe in her belly put on those last few grams it needed, pressing ever harder into her skin, and making her groan all the harder as the pressure pushed her cervix all the closer to the delving dick in her folds. It wasn't long before he was at the brink, his balls tightening, his shaft twitching, his hips thrusting erratically, as his climax began to build. He couldn't hold out forever, and soon he was slamming into her with a force that shook the pictures off the walls, two super beings smashing together in a deliberate collision of passions.\n\n\"Ready specialist? I expect results! I expect you to squat out this brat, the moment I'm done, you got that?\" He was snarling, and his hips were hammering her, his body ready to release, and his words demanding that she obey. \"You're army property! And you're gonna deliver, you understand that bitch!?\"\n\n\"YES SIR!\" She screamed, her body shaking with the effort of containing her own growing orgasm, her womb already clamping and squeezing, a contraction striking for the exact purpose of obeying her superior officer. His cannon was inundated with a rush of stinking wet, the bunker doors blown, her waters pouring out around them, and a split-second later, the long barrel was buried to the knot, and his hotshot was paving the way for her next mission. They stayed there, locked together, the wolf growling and cursing, the bitch shivering and gasping, her body singing with the rush, riding out those last few contractions, before her payload was delivered.\n\nThe aggression and tension finally dragged out of him, Captain Choppers took on a more calm tone, even allowing himself an affectionate lick of her ears as he curled over the black and white bitch's back. \"You sit tight, while I call in support. You're not gonna be doing anything till we've got you loaded up again. You get that, Big Momma?\"\n\n\"Sir, yes sir,\" she giggled, still coasting on a chemical cloud, and not caring for much more than the feeling of a hot, heavy, male draped over her, and his pulsing penis tending to her quim. It would be a long, glorious night, that would see them all satisfied, because Big Momma was the best, the nastiest bitch on the squad, with the highest body count around. She never left a job half done.\n\n***\n\n09:30\nRepublic Joint Operations Base: Hawthorne\nService Medical Centre\n\nGroaning, Milli Smith woke for what felt like the first time, in a very long period. Her quick inventory of herself told her many things; that she ached all over. That she was back from service. That she was in a hospital in nothing but her skins. There was a needle in her arm, and a diagnostic probe in her neck. And that the fuzzy lump resting on her chest was her husband.\n\n\"Did we win?\" She whispered between parched lips, voice coarse and making her customary drawl almost indecipherable. Tim looked up, his furry head still bleary and mussed from his nap, as he slowly blinked and yawned.\n\n\"Hey there sleepy-head,\" the smiling racoon crooned, nuzzling into the side of her cheek. \"Welcome back to the world of the living, thought you were a goner, was about to resign myself to being one of those sad military widows always hanging out at single's bars.\"\n\nShe croaked out a laugh, and gave him a soft shove, the metal in her arms compensating for the tired meat. \"No such luck for you, mister. You're not free of me yet. Guess I got a little banged up this time. But did we get the bastards?\"\n\n\"Yes dear, you got them, the whole colony thanked you and everything, another medal for your collection. But...\" he trailed off a moment, little dark eyes averted, ring tail curled in his lap. The long pause that followed had Milli sitting up, mind churning with the obvious possibility that not everyone had made it.\n\n\"But what? Don't leave me guessing, what's wrong?\"\n\nHis sad eyes flickered from the floor to her face, hating that he'd agreed to be the one to give her the bad news, knowing just how much it would sting. \"Honey, I'm sorry, but, they want you to retire.\"\n\n\"What!?\" She snapped, and Tim was on his feet, ready to hold her back as she tried to struggle out of bed. \"I can't believe it! Why the hell would they want me to retire, I'm one of their best, and they know it!\"\n\n\"Sweetie! Milli, please, calm down! I can tell you, but you're not to stress yourself!\" He pushed and strained to press her back, but being about a third her mass, he might as well have tried to push back a tank. \"You shouldn't get up yet, they said your legs... and there you go.\"\n\nAll at once, a crippling cramp ran from Milli's pelvis, to her shoulders, and down to her toes. Her entire core curled and protested from extreme over use. She toppled back in a huddle, bent double on the hospital bed, as it felt like an elephant had been shoved up inside her, only to be yanked back out on repeat.\n\nEver loving, Timothy Smith got his adored wife back into a comfortable position, and gave her the bad news.\n\nPersonality bleed; the mission had gone on a whole year longer than expected, and the stress on her secondary personality had grown too much. Big Momma had begun to break down, and the bridge holding back the right from the left in her skull was no longer able to efficiently filter everything that was going on. It happened to the best, when the best were put through the worst, and so they were giving her an out with full honours and benefits, before the damage put her in a coma.\n\n\"Thank you, so much, for your service, honey,\" he soothed, running dextrous paws all over her brow and shoulders, pulling her in for the deftest kiss. \"But look on the bright side, we can finally start planning to really make you a [i]Big Momma[/i].\"\n\nStunned, shocked, brain churning, the thought of settling down at last, and starting that family they'd always talked about, made the ex-commando blink, and smile. She pulled her small husband in for another kiss, enjoying that animal comfort of the truly loving. And as she did, she could have sworn, from the corner of her eye, in the reflection of the window, she saw herself wink, a sly grin on her features.\n\nShe liked the sound of that.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "03:00
Republic Joint Operations Base: Hawthorne
Residence 31B


Milli Smith gave her husband one last bone crushing embrace, and if she wasn't careful, it would have been quite literal. Servos whined in her augmented arms, reinforced plates clinked off shirt buttons, the large canid bent over her smaller, entirely meat, mate, whispering a few last goodbyes.

"Don't you go sniffing around any other bitch, or I'll hunt you down and tear your tail off, mister," she followed her playful drawl with a lick of the raccoon's ear. She had no doubt in her mind that her Tim would be waiting for her a year from now, or two, or three if that's what it took, nothing but love in his fuzzy heart.

"You know I won't, not when I've got all the lady I'll ever need. When your boss let's me have you." The smile on his face, as he looked up at the army mutt he'd married, couldn't hide the bitterness there too. He'd been told what to expect when marrying a service woman, and knowing that his lover was one of the most dangerous people on planet, a rapid response commando, strummed a cord in his libido that he could never give up. But the on call calling had a habit of ruining date nights, and put a pin in any talk about family.

Her white and black features creased in a sad smile of her own, as yet again their plans were put on hold. "Blame the terrorists, hun. It's just a short deployment, a quick in and out, and I'll be thinking about you the whole time."

That was a small white lie, as the moment the shuttle was underway, she wouldn't be thinking at all. In fact, she wouldn't really be Milli Smith, army brat, and loving wife, she'd be all "Big Momma", her call sign. The chrome on her thighs, arms, and chest, went far deeper than just the skin. Like every active service member, Milli's brain had been bi-furcated, each hemisphere surgically separated, and a computer bridge implanted to moderate between the two halves. Her dominant left half was all her, but her now freed right side had been rebuilt to be just what the army needed. In theory it made better soldiers, but more importantly, it meant when they came home, they left the war behind, locked away in their second self, where they would never see it. And Milli's other self was a nasty bitch from all she'd heard. She was the team Specialist, responsible for handling the Big Guns, carrying for the team, aided by her other modifications. Pelvis, thighs and spine reinforced to handle the intense strain of her job, a built-in biometric suite to monitor her vitals, computerised assistant right at her thoughts. Even her mammaries had been replaced with adaptable storage tanks for fuel and ammunition, sacrificed to make her the one woman army they needed.

Big Momma had the highest body count in the squad, and that made her proud. Those insurgents wouldn't know what hit them.

***

05:47
Transport shuttle J28693
En route to FTL Carrier Longevity

Steam engulfed the twelve, tightly packed, muscular bodies of Commando squad Delta. Twelve shaggy selves, crammed into the small shower, taking one last moment to look each other over and wish their buddies luck before it was "Light's Out" for their prime brains. Water ran off pelts and chrome, making every natural muscle stand in sharp relief and glisten. Ten men, two women, but no one was complaining about the gun show, just the usual cat calling and butt smacking of twelve soldiers not sure if they'd see tomorrow.

"Looking a little chubby there, Big Momma, you and the little man expecting?"

"Not the only one with a little chubby am I, T-Bone?" Milli smirked wide and flexed for the brown hyena, getting just the rise she was looking for and sniggers all around. "My, not so little, man and I are still putting it off. Can't go babying a baby, when I've got eleven little ones right here who need Momma to watch their backs."

"Oh shut up and fuck already you two," Ginger, their civet markswoman, groaned and slapped the smarting T-Bone with a wet towel. "We get, like, one hour to talk tops, and you waste it on foreplay. Last thing I want to be thinking of for a year is your sex-lives. Last jump, Mousey wouldn't shut up about some steak house, and I swear when we got back all I could think about was flank."

"That's enough jibber jabber, dry up and suit up, lights out in ten," Choppers, captain and professional fun stopper, cut the water and shook out his thick, black, coat. The big wolf started tossing towels and glaring daggers at anyone who didn't hop too it, barely paying a mind to his own impressive nudity. He was a soldier first and a person second, and that's what the commandos needed to whip them into shape. Everyone scrambled, and it wasn't long before the small chamber was full of the rustling of rubberised undersuits and the sound of velcro pouches and netting getting slapped onto everything. Soon twelve muscular bodies were covered in the skin tight, breathable, modular combat mesh, armour plates riding over the dull matt exterior.

"Helmets on!"

Milli grinned at the markings for "Specialist" on the side, before slipping the head protection over her ears, flicking the transparent visor over her eyes. The heads-up display purred into life, counter showing only a minute left till Light's Out. One last chance to get in a dig before she would wake up a year from now, aching and feeling accomplished from serving her nation. She cut into the private communications with a mental impulse, helped from the brain-machine interface that was the bridge between left and right. Half the squad were doing the same, one last jab, or a final wishing luck.

05:59

"Hey T-Bone," she watched her victim jerk as she spoke directly into his head, "just a friendly warning, Big Momma's kind of restless, she's going to need to blow off some steam. Hope your bones are ready for a beat down."

She got a groan, a sense that he rolled his eyes, and his voice in her inner-ear. "Come on, BM, it was just a joke. I don't wanna wake up with a shattered femur 'cus you got too rough again."

"Wah wah, little baby, I bet she's gonna jump you the moment we switch, best hope your boy's ready~." Milli cracked her knuckles for emphasis, feeling the prickling tension of excitement and worry. Who knew how many of those faces she'd see when she woke up, if she woke up. The timer counted, and soon Big Momma would be standing in her shoes, ready to take a peice out of anyone. Any second...

06:00

She blinked.

"Mmmmmh~," Big Momma gave a long, languid purr, feeling her body slide back under her control. The world came swimming to her in a rush, the sensation familiar to the specialist, as it'd been how she'd woken up every day of her existence. She and eleven other bodies stretched luxuriantly, postures shifting and bones popping, as if they'd each come back from a deep nap. A giant yawn let her stretch her jaw, and lick her lips, just in time for a big robotic hand to cup her chin and pull her eyes to its owner.

"Hello beautiful, you open for business yet?" T-Bone bared his teeth in a wolfish grin, eyes glittering, as his free paw went to her bust.

"Arrival at the carrier in fifteen, make it quick," Choppers called back, knowing they'd be cutting it close, but that he wouldn't have any control of his mob until they got it out of their systems. "Someone plug her up while you're at it, she's flat as a pancake, and I want her loaded before arrival."

"Sir, yes sir," the hyena chuckled, and gave Big Momma's cheek a light tap, "you heard the boss, get those puppies out, and lets get you nice and milky for us."

"Hang on, hang on," The she-dog laughed and gave a little wave of her hands. Her suit had a few hidden catches, and a tug later had her bust free, heavy breasts dangling in the hyena's face. Fur-less, the artificial fun-bags rolled and played like a pair of fine, warm, latex water-balloons, nipples out and advertising on their smooth black surface. "What's my payload today, Cap? Half-and-half, or all cream?"

"Cream," came the response, followed by a chuckle, all about crotch panels were being peeled back, as ten cocks sprouted the most extreme case of Morning Wood imaginable. "I want you cooking before we even get there. Now fill her up. Ginger, your toy's in storage, wait your turn."

Sexual Release Specialist, Big Momma, hustled back into a crash harness, using it as a hammock as she spread her reinforced thighs and parted her suit to show off the glistening waterfall of her suddenly gushing spade. Black and juicy, her body was ramping into a furnace, as biometric control systems kick-started her to readiness. Hormones ran rampant, making her fur stand on end where she had it, and a slow pressure grew in her chest.

"Open for business boys, best hurry if you want me milky before we dock~," She gave one last flirty tease, sharing her internal telemetry for the whole team's HUD. So when T-Bone grabbed a thigh in each paw, and looked down at that fluffy belly, he had a perfect overlay of her womb waiting for a good filling. The hyena's savage cock gave a few eager twitches, as he dragged the pointed tip up from her drooling snatch, over the tight six-pack, to rest among a black and white nest. Matching to the outline, he would be three quarters of her depth when he got it inside,  and maybe a little more once he got going. "Best hurry up, big guy. Clock's ticking."

That settled it, and with a grunt, the Grunt got his dick wet between those hungry lips, his entire length swallowed up in a single, practised motion. They knew each other all too well, and the moment he felt his balls tap hind, he was slamming into her body with reckless abandon. Feral growls, mixed with the slick sounds of a pussy getting the pounding it deserved, had Big Momma moaning along like the seasoned veteran she was. The only thing that would complete the experience, was someone up top. And as if they'd timed it, her muzzle was filled with hot wolf-dick, no questions, just an order from the Captain.

"Shut up and choke on it," came the command, and Big Momma had no issue with obeying. The wolf in her muzzle might have had less leverage than the hyena below her, but he had a lot more aggression to work off. Her throat expanded like a python, letting the canine get deep, the grip of her silken muscles on his cock quickly had the symbol of team decorum growling curses like a teenaged virgin, all to the tune of his armoured pelvis clinking off her helmet, and the steady 'Gluck' of wet suction. Paws went straight for her head, bracing her as his servo-aided muscles began a pulverising buck, right into her skull. Serving 'roided up, chromed up, soldier boys was not an easy ride, but their Specialist was built to overmatch everything they could give her.

"Fuck..." T-Bone broke first, hips jack-hammering up into her body, as a growl of victory rumbled from him. The carnivore's balls throbbed in their sack, and a wash of watery spunk inundated the perfectly sculpted sex he was rutting. The load didn't have far to travel, as her womb opened for the expected injection. Another biometric system kicked into gear, sending a rush of tingling through her nethers, a biological trigger that stimulated an additional kick of hormone release. As T-Bone was emptying the contents of his junk, the others were closing in, one after another, taking their spot, and leaving their mess in her body. They worked like a team, and she was the tool that had to be used. Ginger was last up, plastic-cock dripping the fluids of her squadmates, having just stirred the pot one last time before their arrival.

Choppers broke up the general back-slapping and suit straightening, his last act being to yank Big Momma to her feet and slap a liquid tight seal about her privates. "Alright, we loaded?"

A second for her biometrics to confirm, and a green check mark appeared in everyone's HUD. A circle being penetrated by an arrow with a wavy tail. Fertilisation completed, the specialist's milk production kicked into gear, chewing through reserve fat and carbohydrates to get her growing nicely.

***

FTL Carrier Longevity
En Route to Prosperity Colony, Danab system
ETA 553 hours
High Deck Gymnasium
PT

"Mousey, you're up! Drop, clear target, exfiltrate, go!"

The horn blasted, and the commando leapt into action. Mousey was an opossum, smallest of all of Delta, but his flexibility, and load carrying tail, made him one of the best for urban environments. The remodelled gym hall rang with the clang of his mock drop pod, a steel cage with barely a hint of padding, slamming into the protesting deck. Swift as his name, the armed commando spun through the facsimile of a small colony domicile. Tag gear tallied his score, as he marked and cleared one target after another, and barrelled on out the other side, all in less than twelve seconds.

"Good, new record. Recharge, BM you're up!" That was all Choppers had to say, even as he noted the best time he'd ever seen for his mock operation. But it wasn't over yet, this was a team effort after all.

Leaping into action, Big Momma, caught the sprinting male mid-stride, perfectly countering his momentum with a s spin as they both slammed into a set of sandbags rigged to simulate temporary cover. Her fingers popped the cap on a nipple, and pulled the gasping, carb burning soldier in with deft and practised motions. Mousey drank hungrily, swallowing down the protein and sugar enriched nectar the Specialist's body had prepared. His over-energised muscles tugged and nipped hard on the rubberised material of her reservoirs, causing no pain, but making the large woman to stifle her comments, as the pressure drained with every thirsty gulp.

"There you go baby, Momma's got you covered." It was a line she used almost every time, even as she licked her lips, and suppressed the urge to slip a few fingers down her front to strum out a little tune on her soaking nethers. Precious cargo growing, she was an armoured ball of lust and hormones, kept in check by stringent discipline. But still, the urge was always there to grab a nice handful of her teammates, and really relieve her tension.

A sharp whistle blew, "You're under fire, break and move, go!"

And the moment shattered, the little male surrendered his womanly sanctuary with a gasp, pearly milk dribbling down his chin, and both snagged their rifles and returned to the exercise. For all the sexual nature of their pre-mission rituals, they were still soldiers, elites, and damned good at their jobs, bonded closer than family.

***

FTL Carrier Longevity
En Route to Prosperity Colony, Danab system
ETA 32 hours
High Deck Medical

Big Momma's pain receptors shut off, all in readiness for the next part of her duties. Stripped naked, and attended to by only the squad, she was a thick balloon of a woman. White and black fur shone as glossy as her metal reinforcements, rich with the oils of her accelerated fecundity. Beneath her two bloated, rubbery looking teats, the large and healthy swell of a full term pregnancy rolled with activity.

Tinny, Delta's lead medic, and komodo with anger issues, ran his scanners over her body, "Heart and blood pressure is up. Chem-tests are normal. No signs of stress on the womb... we're clear for delivery."

Just one more part of the training, a medical emergency in a stressful situation with minimal support. Although of course, the fully stocked infirmary was all around them should the unlikely happen, but every opportunity that they could take was used for practice. The pristine room was now set up as a make-shift holdout. Squad members kneeling behind beds, or lying prone, covering every angle while their Specialist divested herself of her burden before they were due to drop.

It was also training for the mix bred dog on the bed, a veteran of the act, it still never hurt to make sure all the parts of the engine were greased before deployment. She'd already taken her preferred position, a braced squat with her back to the medic, cradling her rifle before her in half readiness. One paw on the grip, finger just brushing the guard, and the other held the magazine. A pose that seemed almost serene, despite the rapid clenches of her abdomen, and the heavy dilation of her sex. It also had the advantage of keeping her face away from the others, not that they were paying her the slightest mind. Eyes trained outward, the occasional bark from the medic all the information they had to go on. Which just let their specialist concentrate on what she had to do, with little shame, and a lot of fun.

"One more push, BM, let me see the crown."

"Ahhhnn~!" The guttural grunt left her mouth, as she bore down and pushed, legs quivering, thighs clenching, until the thick lips of her spade parted from the internal stretch which was the babe about to join them. With the medication, her internal controls, and just the willpower of an elite force combatant, the unpleasant parts were all but gone, meaning the contractions brought with them nothing but a rush of micro-orgasms, and a flood of arousal from her slit. "Aah, ah, aaaaannnggh! Fuck!"

That was when her pup's head crowned, and the pressure broke. Wet, lubricated, the tiny newborn slipped from her body, right into the scaly mitts of the attending squadmate.  All to an unbidden cry of crashing pleasure, as Big Momma lived up her name, and panted her way through her favoured form of climax.

"Time!"

And again, the moment broke. Delta dropped their game of pretend to gather around and see who had won the bet this time. Sagging on the pillows, the newly remade mother watched as a bottle was pressed to her child's lips, her own milk being more sports drink than infant feed, and everyone got a chance to show just how sappy they could be when not forced to act like the bunch of badasses the posters made them out to be.

"Congratulations, Rosy, you get the first pup," Tinny tapped his tail on the red deer's chest, uncharacteristically chipper, knowing he'd just won the pot. Of course the sinister reptile didn't say he'd accessed their specialist's biometrics to run a paternity test beforehand, but looking at the stag, anyone would think the cervine was the one walking away with the extra credits.

"Looks a right proper beauty, I think she'll do you proud," T-Bone laughed and clapped his fellow squadmate on the shoulder, the squirming newborn suckling away as the rest gave it, and the parents, a good-natured fuss and a laugh. Except for Choppers, of course, who handed out points for improvement on both Big Momma and Tinny, the gist of which came down to not enough communication from the medic, and far too much "Communication" from the specialist.

Everyone got a turn with the little-one, passing them about to give comment on just what an ugly child it was, and not just to tickle, pinch, or fuss it, before it got handed over to the proper medical team to be given to a military orphanage on return to civilised space. Not that any of them saw much wrong with that idea, over half of them being from just such a background. For all they knew, they could be cradling the commando of the next generation.

Sighing in gentle repose, Big Momma took her turn with her offspring, admiring the strong look of the father in her features. She'd always suspected she had a little horse in her, and it seemed to come through on her latest "Pup". The burbling, tired bundle, rested on her artificial breast, without a care for how they felt.

"Well boys," she looked about them all, wane smile on her muzzle, "who's gonna fill me back up?"

She spread her thighs, and there was a rush to grab groins, before the bed was serving a very different medical purpose.

***

Prosperity Colony
Manufactory complex A13
13:21 local

"Where the fuck's my fire support!?" Rosy screamed into his comms, brain a fire of chemicals as he ducked back into the makeshift cover of his ever more precarious position.

Gunfire answered him, a hail of hot lead and plasma preceding the rebel forces swarming from the broken down machinery of the protein reclamation plant. Three weeks since drop, Delta was fully enmeshed in the hot-zone, the tip of the spear, or the anvil for the regular forces to hammer the insurgency down. So much for a quick in and out, the buck chewed, popping shots where he could, waiting for someone to dig him out before the mob got bold enough for another charge.

"It's coming, Rosy. On the line with command."

"Tell them I'm pinned down, if you haven't noticed the fireworks outside!" The red buck spat back, getting uncomfortable hot as another fusillade of super-heated air smacked into the thinning concrete behind him.

"We know. Just had to clear a path, duck."

He had moments to process the words and their enforcing impulse to dive and tuck, just in time for the screaming wail of burning hydro-carbon's to fill the air, and a torrent of liquid fire which fell on the howling insurgents. Their lines disintegrated, and he finally got the breathing room to raise his head and see his rescuer as she jogged in from behind a burnt out truck.

"Hope I'm not too late, sweetie," BM gave him a filthy wink, a heavy incinerator cannon resting on the girthy swell of her belly, the fuel hose plugged directly into a nipple, drinking hungrily from her artificial chemical factories. Already stuffed full with her next pup, she was hardly a speedy responder, but she had enough benefits to always be a welcome sight for the needy soldier.

"Always glad to see you," the stag puffed and patted the wall he was leaning against. "Got any left in those tanks for me?"

"Think I've got some, if you don't mind it hot?"

"Not at all."

She was on him in seconds, flamethrower unplugged and propped, second teat primed and open for business. Like a perverse saint-Bernard, Big Momma got right to work. One hand braced his jaw, and the other squeezed a steady pulse of cream, feeding the parched stag just as they'd drilled for. Rosy guzzled greedily, relief flooding his body after his close encounter, an undeniable biological urge welling up, and not just in his heart. Big Momma hummed as she fed him, but her now free hand just couldn't help itself from roaming a little further south, teasing under his crotch armour, squeezing a certain vigorous swelling in the deer's suit.

"Oooh, someone's happy to see me," she cooed, feeling the slippery spire inside coat her digits in pre. "Momma's getting a little thirsty too, you mind giving me something to suck on?" Rosy just moaned in response, mouth coming free with an audible Pop, but that was good enough for her. In a flash, the deer's suit was undone, and his long, tapered spire was out in the open, glistening and ready. Big Momma purred as she felt it against her cheek, her tongue rolling over her lips, and a soft sigh of need leaving her throat.

"Ah, ahh, ahhh... that'll do nicely," the words escaped her as she went straight for the base, suckling on the deer's sack, while she pumped him in both paws. Long, firm, Rosy was a better than average length, just enough to fill her up, making her pant as she licked her way to the tip, and gave those big brown eyes a smirk. "You keep Momma covered, big boy, she's got her hands full down here."

"Oh, fuck me..."

"Maybe later." And that was her last word before her maw yawned open, and his meat was all the way down her throat. The sound of gunfire and screaming faded, as her world became the hot, salty taste of her squadmate, and the feel of his throbbing, pulsating, dick. She couldn't get enough of it, bobbing back and forth, her cheeks hollowing, tongue working his shaft, and her lips sealed tight to capture every drop he could drool out. Her fingers worked his nuts, stroking, pressing, coaxing out his pent up load, as her own sex was lathering up the inside of her crotch panel.

"Rosy, BM, report, you still pinned?" It was Choppers' voice that broke through her haze, as the buck jerked and swore.

"We're good, Cap," he called back, trying not to lose himself in her ministrations, "just taking a breather. Area is suppressed."

"Good, I need you at FP five nine one, we're moving towards the main building, meet up with Ginger and get us a hole through the barricades."

"Copy that. We might, need a moment to re-load, but we'll be good in a second, sir." He had to bite his tongue to keep the intrusive feel of her own from getting echoed in his words, the wide, slimy muscle wrapped about his pride masterfully, polishing him like a professional. But the pressure was rising, the ache growing, and she wasn't going to take anything but his surrender. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Momma, stop!"

The specialist's cheeks compacted, and she sucked down the final centimetre, his mighty length tickling the trachea, as he bucked, twitched, and sent a hot flood of seed to fill her stomach. She gulped it down with a purr, milking every last drop from his nuts, and keeping him pinned against the wall. Her rump was up in the air, and with her face full of fuzz, and his eyes crossing, both got a rude surprise coming up from behind.

"Oh for fucks...! You took so long I came to you, and find you fucking at a time like this!?" Ginger had a snarl on her lips, banded face contorted in reproval, long rifle clutched like a talisman as she waited for their specialist to disgorge her prey with a wet Slurp. "No slutting around on mission, you know that! Fuck, Choppers gonna have your tails for this."

"Sorry, Ginger, he just looked so stressed," Big Momma gave a sultry smile, as she rose to her feet and patted the feline's shoulder, still open faucets right in the smaller woman's face. "You want a drink too? Plenty of me to go around, and Rosy needs a second."

"Ugh, whatever," she grumbled more, but leaned in for a quick lap and a lick at the perky black tit, all too eager to steal a little comfort for herself before hell really started. "Your breath stinks of cum, you horny bitch. You're lucky you're such a good- Pttt!"

She buckled over in a quick coughing fit, the overpowering taste of high-octane on the tip of her tongue, as the horny bitch in question cackled, and re-latched her discarded incinerator to the offending nipple. "Oops, sorry sweetie, I'm on half-and-half, wanna try the other?"

"Fuck no, I wanted a milk bar, not a grill," Ginger shook her head and backed off, ears flat, as the two women shared a laugh and readied themselves for the next push.

***

Prosperity Colony
Central residence B2
21:45 local

"Cap, please, it was just a one time slip-up," Big Momma was at a parade rest as the wolf paced a trail through the humble carpet of the minimalist homestead that was serving as their temporary base of operations. His ears were flat, and teeth bared, about to chew her up like a newbie in basic. "I was just a little pent up, and you know Tinny doesn't perform when he's tetchy. We were maybe a minute behind, tops."

"That's not the issue, and you know it, BM," Choppers snapped, "it's not the first time, and it won't be the last. You're getting sloppy out there, and the squad can't afford that. We're not a bunch of rookies. We've got a job to do, and we're expected to get it done."

"You think I don't know that?" She countered, needing to shift from paw to paw to keep her heavy load balanced. She had much in common with a balloon, round and ready to pop after their prolonged deployment. Her belly stretched the skin-tight undersuit that served as fatigues, the glossy dome sagging in sympathy with the pair of tanks that rested on top. If it wasn't for the metal in her, she would have been a beached whale on a bunk. "Sir, I'm sorry, it was a mistake that won't happen again. I'll take a disciplinary when we're back on the carrier, but right now I'm still better with the squad than sitting this out."

"Don't push it, BM, you're on thin ice." He growled and rubbed his temples, not knowing how to deal with the most beloved member of the squad acting out. Of course, that was what training was for, a fallback he could always depend on. "I can't be pulling favours for you. Paint me a picture, what's your malfunction Specialist!"

Big Momma's ears shot up at the tone, legs snapped shut together, despite the quake that caused and the muffled grunt on her lips, as she listened to the voice of command. Her whole body jiggled with the rapid motion, suit squeaking and joints creaking as she snapped a salute. "Captain, sorry to report that I'm turning into a horny bitch. We've been pushing so hard without a break the whole squad is sending me 'Fuck Me' vibes and it's getting to my programming. Sir, I'm hornier than a jackrabbit on meth, and it's affecting my focus."

The wolf stopped his pacing, and the room was quiet for a second, save for the buzz of the cheap lights and the whir of the rustic fan. "The whole squad, Specialist?"

"Yes Sir."

"That include me, Specialist?"

"Yes Sir~," She purred back, hips cocking, furry brush curling about a thigh. "I'm dying for a nice, thick, knot in me. Just stretching my juicy cunt, breeding me raw, packing me full of hot, filthy, cum~."

He was barely a handspan from her, glaring eye to eye with his panting subordinate, so close their breath made the other's whiskers twitch, so close her belly was pressing on his uniform. "And if I ordered you to do so, right here, right now?"

"I would drop to my knees and suck you dry, Sir."

"You're a real piece of work, Specialist. Maybe that's what you need. A good, long, fuck, to get your head back in the game. Strip, right now. Present yourself."

Big Momma didn't waste a second, her paws going to her breasts, nipples popping free, as she peeled the material back, exposing her chest and belly. The whole one-piece undersuit peeled off her like a snake shedding its skin, or an oversized condom being ripped away to leave her unprotected to the muscular male's advances. He watched her every move, the roll of her hips, the bulge of her stomach, the heavy sway of her tits and the gleam of her chrome-plated augments, drinking in the teasing with an eagerness to get as hard and ready as he could.

"On the floor, face down, ass up. That's an order, Specialist."

She was quick to obey, dropping to her knees with a thump, and presenting her dripping sex to her captain. The pose so intimately familiar, made for a big girl like her. Her canine cookie was drooling wetly down the inside of her thighs, her laden womb dragged on the rough carpet, and her black and white fur stood on end in eagerness for the good fuck she'd been trained to give, and expect in turn. So when a strong, heavy paw started playing with her well cushioned arse, the only responses she could give were torrid moans.

"The only words I want to hear from you," he grunted, crotch falling open to let loose the straining red prick inside, "are Sir, Yes, and or Sir, that clear Specialist?"

He punctuated the question with the wet slap of turgid wolf dong, landing cleanly in the guidelines of her wobbling rump, soliciting another groan of readiness, and a text book call of "Sir, yes sir," spoiled by the heady giggle of the anticipating mix bred bitch. Ground rules set, he dragged that sweltering log of pulsing meat, down the valley of her cheeks, till it flopped and spat a wet glob over her delta. A half second later, and the tip was digging into her weak spot, seeking to penetrate her bunker in one swift spearhead assault.

"You ready to deliver for me Specialist?" He ground that ready tip, deeper into her defences, wet lips oozing open as he compromised her integrity.

"Sir, yes sir," giddy, Big Momma wiggled in advertisement, tail flagged high, and shoulders as low as she could go. Her body was a playground for him, a place for him to park his manhood, and she was happy to oblige. She'd take him, and any other squadmate that asked, as many times as they needed, it was the function of her position, to keep everyone together and on point, no distractions, no tensions.

"Good, I'm going to fuck you," Choppers slipped deeper, parting that sodden channel open like a pry bar. "I'm going to breed you till you deliver," his paws circled her straining gut, playing with her heavy burden. "Then I'm gonna fuck another one into you, what do you say to that, Specialist?"

"Ahhnn~! Sir, yes, sir!" Her body shuddered in anticipation, his words setting off a spark in her loins, the idea of a long, hard, pounding, making her mouth water. Her biometric regulator kicked into gear, telling her superior officer all he needed to know. A count-down ticking away from then to the arrival of her next pup, and the availability of her womb for another thereafter.

"Brace. I'm not gonna let you sleep till I know it's my bastard inside you." A single thrust, and her tunnel was filled, the canine cock sliding home like a bullet in a chamber, her body rocked forward by the powerful motion. Big Momma was in heavan, mission accomplished, package secured, one big dick for one big dog.

What came was a frantic, artless, animal and mechanical rut. The large black wolf bent over his submitting bitch, his heavy balls swinging, clapping against her inner thighs, his knot slamming into her pussy, his paws holding her hips and belly, keeping her still while he ploughed into her with every ounce of strength the army had given him.

"Gonna fuck you into delivery, gonna breach your womb myself." His words were punctuated with a wet slap of flesh, a brutal, selfish, fuck, and Big Momma was in love with every moment of it. Heat soothed and agitated her in equal measure, the frantic pace doing nothing to settle her, just set her expectations higher.

"Sir, yes sir!" Her mouth echoed, a rasping panting following and preceding as she endured her savaging. Linkages in her metal spine were stressed, and warning signals played for them both, but all they saw was that countdown to birth, getting shorter and shorter, as her hyper-stimulated metabolism rushed that last month's worth of work. Her guts groaned in complaint, as the babe in her belly put on those last few grams it needed, pressing ever harder into her skin, and making her groan all the harder as the pressure pushed her cervix all the closer to the delving dick in her folds. It wasn't long before he was at the brink, his balls tightening, his shaft twitching, his hips thrusting erratically, as his climax began to build. He couldn't hold out forever, and soon he was slamming into her with a force that shook the pictures off the walls, two super beings smashing together in a deliberate collision of passions.

"Ready specialist? I expect results! I expect you to squat out this brat, the moment I'm done, you got that?" He was snarling, and his hips were hammering her, his body ready to release, and his words demanding that she obey. "You're army property! And you're gonna deliver, you understand that bitch!?"

"YES SIR!" She screamed, her body shaking with the effort of containing her own growing orgasm, her womb already clamping and squeezing, a contraction striking for the exact purpose of obeying her superior officer. His cannon was inundated with a rush of stinking wet, the bunker doors blown, her waters pouring out around them, and a split-second later, the long barrel was buried to the knot, and his hotshot was paving the way for her next mission. They stayed there, locked together, the wolf growling and cursing, the bitch shivering and gasping, her body singing with the rush, riding out those last few contractions, before her payload was delivered.

The aggression and tension finally dragged out of him, Captain Choppers took on a more calm tone, even allowing himself an affectionate lick of her ears as he curled over the black and white bitch's back. "You sit tight, while I call in support. You're not gonna be doing anything till we've got you loaded up again. You get that, Big Momma?"

"Sir, yes sir," she giggled, still coasting on a chemical cloud, and not caring for much more than the feeling of a hot, heavy, male draped over her, and his pulsing penis tending to her quim. It would be a long, glorious night, that would see them all satisfied, because Big Momma was the best, the nastiest bitch on the squad, with the highest body count around. She never left a job half done.

***

09:30
Republic Joint Operations Base: Hawthorne
Service Medical Centre

Groaning, Milli Smith woke for what felt like the first time, in a very long period. Her quick inventory of herself told her many things; that she ached all over. That she was back from service. That she was in a hospital in nothing but her skins. There was a needle in her arm, and a diagnostic probe in her neck. And that the fuzzy lump resting on her chest was her husband.

"Did we win?" She whispered between parched lips, voice coarse and making her customary drawl almost indecipherable. Tim looked up, his furry head still bleary and mussed from his nap, as he slowly blinked and yawned.

"Hey there sleepy-head," the smiling racoon crooned, nuzzling into the side of her cheek. "Welcome back to the world of the living, thought you were a goner, was about to resign myself to being one of those sad military widows always hanging out at single's bars."

She croaked out a laugh, and gave him a soft shove, the metal in her arms compensating for the tired meat. "No such luck for you, mister. You're not free of me yet. Guess I got a little banged up this time. But did we get the bastards?"

"Yes dear, you got them, the whole colony thanked you and everything, another medal for your collection. But..." he trailed off a moment, little dark eyes averted, ring tail curled in his lap. The long pause that followed had Milli sitting up, mind churning with the obvious possibility that not everyone had made it.

"But what? Don't leave me guessing, what's wrong?"

His sad eyes flickered from the floor to her face, hating that he'd agreed to be the one to give her the bad news, knowing just how much it would sting. "Honey, I'm sorry, but, they want you to retire."

"What!?" She snapped, and Tim was on his feet, ready to hold her back as she tried to struggle out of bed. "I can't believe it! Why the hell would they want me to retire, I'm one of their best, and they know it!"

"Sweetie! Milli, please, calm down! I can tell you, but you're not to stress yourself!" He pushed and strained to press her back, but being about a third her mass, he might as well have tried to push back a tank. "You shouldn't get up yet, they said your legs... and there you go."

All at once, a crippling cramp ran from Milli's pelvis, to her shoulders, and down to her toes. Her entire core curled and protested from extreme over use. She toppled back in a huddle, bent double on the hospital bed, as it felt like an elephant had been shoved up inside her, only to be yanked back out on repeat.

Ever loving, Timothy Smith got his adored wife back into a comfortable position, and gave her the bad news.

Personality bleed; the mission had gone on a whole year longer than expected, and the stress on her secondary personality had grown too much. Big Momma had begun to break down, and the bridge holding back the right from the left in her skull was no longer able to efficiently filter everything that was going on. It happened to the best, when the best were put through the worst, and so they were giving her an out with full honours and benefits, before the damage put her in a coma.

"Thank you, so much, for your service, honey," he soothed, running dextrous paws all over her brow and shoulders, pulling her in for the deftest kiss. "But look on the bright side, we can finally start planning to really make you a Big Momma."

Stunned, shocked, brain churning, the thought of settling down at last, and starting that family they'd always talked about, made the ex-commando blink, and smile. She pulled her small husband in for another kiss, enjoying that animal comfort of the truly loving. And as she did, she could have sworn, from the corner of her eye, in the reflection of the window, she saw herself wink, a sly grin on her features.

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