The Or'Gal's intimidating sex organ pierced right through Cathy's pussy lips and penetrated her sex. She screamed, more in surprise than in pain as the hard, unyielding weapon entered her well lubricated hole in one quick jab. In contrast to Cathy's reaction, the Or'Gal didn't really register what was happening. It tried to pull its cock back again for a second attack but the previously lethal object was no more. A sorry stump of oozing, black alien matter was all that was left of the frightening weapon. Cathy looked at the melting thing and laughed. She laughed so hard she nearly passed out. But then she remembered were she was, what she needed to do, and she quickly covered the now panicking monster in her milk.
"That's how I like my enemies," she yelled, "A sorry little mess and no dick to speak of. Prepare to die!"
Cathy kept pumping her gun while she watched the Or'Gal slowly melt away in front of her until nothing but a black puddle was left of it. She adjusted her headset and gloated, "Mission complete! Request to return!" barely able to hold back.
"Permission granted! Fantastic job, soldier. Return to base!"
Without doubt the mission had been a resounding success. General Grand immediately ordered Vicky to train up the other squad members, including Vicky herself, and to use Cathy as the reference they need to match. Cathy was promoted on the spot to the rank of a Specialist to serve as first 'Head of Training and Examination' at the soon to be established Milk Force. She was undoubtedly enjoying the idea of training her fellow teammates and was looking forward to give back much of the attention she had received.
But the General didn't stop there. The attending staff had a whole host of improvement ideas and Grant ordered to implement all of them, including the suggestion to use better suited tracking equipment like a wearable that would track arousal and display the state in an easy to understand color code. Once implemented, the soldier would always be aware of her immediate combat readiness.
In parallel she ordered a documentation video of the successful strike, a short movie that would show just how well the new weapons worked and how Cathy had absolutely dominated that marauding Or'gal with her female 'charms'. In view of the expected scepticism and public backlash, Grand also ordered the creation of a more light-hearted, 'fun' promo video that would show just how great of a work place the military was for willing young women that wanted to defend their planet.
Cathy took particular pleasure in training Tracy. She subjected the randy bronze slut to extremely thorough attack simulations in the hope to pay her back. Tracy had to dance on the simulator like no one else before and had to exercise with the milk guns for hours each day. But to Cathy's dismay this freak enjoyed the rough treatment tremendously and kept teasing everyone involved. Any male participating in the training was severely at risk of constant harassment as the needy woman tried to get her lustful body under control.
Leila, Alice and Vicky received their fair share of training as well, and together they made sure that each and every squad member was capable of taking massive objects into their well-lubed holes at all times.
Phil faced a different kind of challenge. As he had proven himself very capable of creating the crucial memory sequences, he was tasked with repeating the exercise for all team members. And boy was he surprised about the dirty little fantasies those lovely young women dreamt up. Especially the pale, calm redhead Alice surprised - and scared - him quite a bit. But to know that he would be the star of these women's dreams, the one that will keep them always wet and ready as soon as they think of him, was all he ever needed to be truly happy.
A few months later, in a brief moment of reflection, Vicky looked back at what they had achieved, what the Doc had managed to pull off with the help of her squad. This tiny group of people had turned the tide, had shown that it was possible to fight back at an enemy that was deemed unbeatable. Now they all were war heroes and were training scores of young woman so they could be deployed in battle. The Or'Gal already retreated, their numbers greatly reduced. Humanity was on the way to victory and each and every man and woman was grateful for what Vicky and her team had achieved.
Almost since the day the video of Cathy's successful strike had been broadcasted, girls in the streets proudly paraded in skimpy outfits, showing off their own charms in a demonstration of human pride. And it didn't take long for the fashion industry to catch up. By now most people were proudly exposing themselves and hiding one's naughty bits was already considered unpatriotic, not only for females but for males as well. It was obvious to Vicky that the long term effect of the team's work would be tremendous, that the existing traditions and power structures in the military and elsewhere would soon crumble as droves of young, motivated women joined the ranks. And as expected, many men were still struggling with being relegated to the back seat and had to learn their new roles. Vicky chuckled as she thought of her own husband, how proud he was for her but at the same time couldn't get his head around the idea that it would be him now taking the role of the caring husband waiting for his badass killer wife to return from battle. Things had changed for sure.
