"Squad Painful Pillows reporting for duty!"
"Ah, good morning Vicky. Nice to see you're still in a good mood. Get your squad into the meeting room, there's something I need to tell you."
"Good news?"
"Well, kind of, I guess."
The soldiers hustled inside the lab, grouped around a large table and looked at him expectantly.
"The simulations I did yesterday revealed a new, promising lead. As you might now, the military is lucky to have a recording of a direct Or'Gal attack a human survived. Sergeant Mira Won somehow managed the feat that we so desperately want to replicate. And finally we might know what made Won different, what enabled her to survive the attack. However, this theory is still unproven. I talked with the General and she assured me of her support. But she also insisted on absolute secrecy for Project Milk and Honey."
"Milk and Honey, huh? Now I'm curious."
"Yeah, what exactly did you find out, Doc?"
"I, uhm, but don't freak out, alright?"
"Doc? We're here to assist you. But we need to know at least some basics to be of any help, don't you agree?"
"Absolutely. So let me put this bluntly. Sergeant Won was sexually aroused when she got attacked."
"Wait, WHAT?"
"She was dripping, the girl was in heat."
"During combat?"
"Not easy to swallow, right? But the data is conclusive, and it just might be the detail that saved her life. Let me show you something."
The girls eagerly waited for Phil to start the video.
"What you see here is the recording I mentioned, the Battle of Harl, the alien attack that Sergeant Won miraculously survived."
The soldiers on the screen, male and female alike got slaughtered once again. The girls' faces went white in horror. Phil wondered if those women actually had been engaged in Or'gal combat at all. It certainly looked like they never experienced an actual attack. He looked in their eyes and said, "This is how a common Or'Gal attack plays out. The results are obviously devastating. Now, pay attention to the soldier on the left. See that Or'Gal there? It'll jump at her any moment."
"Ugh, look at his massive weapon!" groaned Leila, leaning forward to get a better view, "Is that its dick? It's fucking huge!"
"Yes it is. But not the girth nor length are the lethal properties of those things, it's their skin. This alien penis is covered in devilish thorns, their front side sharp as a knife, their pointy ends and blunt backsides shredding any tissue when they rip it out again. You can certainly imagine the damage, irrespective of whether there happens to be a hole where this thing hits or not. I can show you a detailed model of this deadly weapon later. Now, watch how Sergeant Won gets assaulted. You can clearly see how the beast's rigid sex organ pierces through her clothing and enters her to the hilt. One time, two times,... spotting any difference?"
"Fuck me," mused Vicky, "That thing shriveled up?!"
"No, not exactly. Let me show you again. See how that horrid, armsized weapon gets smaller with each jab? If you look closely you can actually see some smoke emanating from it. No wonder this Or'Gal bolted. His cock was melting! And we suspect it's because of Sergeant Won's apparent sexual arousal. That her vaginal fluids caused this effect. Plus the attacker got sprayed by a very unpleasant substance that scorched its body, namely Mira's milk. Can you make out her bouncing breasts underneath her shredded uniform? Do you see the fine mist around her engorged nipples? We know already how the Or'Gal organism reacts to that specific fluid, right?"
"This is madness!" gasped Alice, "How on Earth did Mira manage this feat? That horse-sized cock must have penetrated a well oiled and unbelievably flexible hole, otherwise she would have been injured, right?"
"Indeed. Only if the Or'Gal's penis hits exactly the right spot and only if that spot is accomodating enough to quickly make way upon impact there is any chance for survival."
Vicky cleared her throat and said, "Suppose your theory is correct and milk, paired with an aroused vagina helped Mira to survive, what does that mean for us?"
Phil blushed, "To put it bluntly, we have to show that this knowledge can be weaponized. Your squad will need to demonstrate that our soldiers can be effectively prepared for Or'Gal engagement."
Now it was Vicky's part to blush. She mumbled, "So we need to fuck them, right? We need to show it can be done."
Cathy, the dirty-blonde village girl mused, "So how will we do that?"
"First we'll have to verify our theory. We already have proven that fresh mother's milk has a devastating effect. Now we need to do the same for vaginal fluids."
"I still can't wrap my head around this, Doc. How could anyone get off during an Or'Gal attack?" mused Vicky, "Was she into aliens or something?"