Foreword:
I acknowledge this story will not be everyone's cup of tea. I also acknowledge that this is probably a rather niche genre. I make no apologies for that but I do hope it finds an audience.
In terms of inspiration, credit goes to DugFunny's "Return of the Dragons" story (I always thought the ending of that story could be better and/or needed a sequel). However, this is a totally separate storyline/"universe" and you do not need to read that one to understand my series.
The tags below should give you an idea of what content is within. The sex in this chapter is somewhat limited but I promise there will be far far more of it in Chapter 2 and it will involve both men and women.
Finally. I'm definitely a bit of an aviation geek, as you'll probably tell if you read on, I've read far too many Dale Brown and Tom Clancy books for those not to influence me.
Enjoy.
Tags
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Dragons, Non-human, Transformations, Body Modification, Bi, Fantasy Blowjob, Military.
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The Dragon Invasion Chapter 1
02 June 2020
Flight Lieutenant James "Too Tall" Robertson, leader of Storm section, heard the radio call from the AWACS:
"Ten plus Bandits, 12 o'clock, Angels 20. Storm flight, you're cleared to engage. However, you're reminded that your primary target remains the suspected enemy HQ site."
James' throat mic automatically transmitted as he acknowledged,
"Roger Brightstar, copied cleared to engage bandits." He then spoke specifically to his section, "Storm flight, climb to Angels 40 and switch to Meteors. They won't know what hit them."
He pushed his throttle forward to maximum military power and began to ascend. Outside the canopy of his Eurofighter Typhoon jet fighter, three other identical aircraft followed his lead. There were five other sections out there, each consisting of four jets; one of brand new F-35B Lightning stealth fighters, two more of Typhoons and two of old Tornado GR4 strike aircraft which had been pulled out of storage for this raid.
Not as much of strike package as he'd of liked it must be said. However, much of the RAF's combat aircraft had been destroyed over the last few weeks by an enemy that was straight out of a fairy tale. Or nightmare as it turned out.
Only a month before had a dragon rose from an under-construction London Underground Tube line. It caused havoc over the British capital until a friend and fellow pilot of his and killed it in his Typhoon. Unfortunately, the death of that one dragon seemed be some kind of beacon for the rest of their kind.
Suddenly, mostly from the tunnel in London, but also from various underground hides throughout England, hundreds, of dragons had appeared. From what James gathered, it wasn't just localised to the UK either but international communications had began to break down so it was unclear quite what was going on overseas.
What he did know was that London had been burnt to a crisp with millions dead and millions more displaced. The dragons were unfortunately far smarter than expected and destroyed all nearby military installations. All RAF bases that stored combat aircraft anywhere south of Scotland had been hit by a wave of fire. All surviving fighters had been evacuated to RAF Lossiemouth, which is where this strike package had departed from.
In short, the war (James refused to use the term extermination which several scientific circles had now began to describe the situation as) was not going well for the British people. Several counterattacks launched by British forces had been bloodily repulsed with, in some cases, whole units going missing.
But, satellite imagery combined with other intelligence methods and scientific research had now yielded a vital target that could change the course of the war.
This strike would avenge London's dead. He would see to that.
"Time to fuck up those scalelly bastards," James hadn't meant to say that out loud but his anger got the better of him.
"Roger that lead. We'll be home for tea and medals in no time," Flight Lieutenant Hannah Finchley, flying as his wingman in Storm 2 acknowledged. She was more than just a wingman; she was also his lover, although on the down-low due to it being frowned upon to date another squadron member. It also wasn't anything too serious. At least not yet anyway. James, being in his late 20s and after having a number of relationships, understood the difference between love and lust. It was still the latter but he had to admit to himself that the idea of something more serious with Hannah didn't scare him.
And why should it? She was definitely his type - tall for a woman, blonde, athletic in a subtle way, smart, funny, adventurous... And a minx in bed, which seemed at odds with her borderline upper-class upbringing. James had dated a posh girl before who was a prudish as they come. But Hannah wasn't like that. He remembered the first time she'd asked him to fuck her in arse... And what at arse she had...
"Too Tall, are we going to fire or what you dozy wanker?" The voice of Storm 3, a close friend of his Matthew Stride called out loudly inside his helmet. (Being 6ft 4, he'd only just met the Typhoon's maximum height limit, hence the callsign.)
Time to get back in the game
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"Piss off Stridey," James replied, before then adding in a far more professional tone, "Storm flight, accelerate to attack speed and prepare a volley. Everyone use your radar to select and mark a target." The other three pilots acknowledged and pushed throttles forward, activating their afterburners.
His Typhoon vibrated as it passed through Mach 1.
"Storm flight, fire at will. FOX THREE!" James felt the jet vibrate again as the ramjet powered Meteor missile left its pylon. He then slewed his radar onto a second bandit which appeared larger and fired again. The rest of Storm flight did the same, sending six more towards their targets.
The missiles quickly accelerated to over Mach 4. Their targets were now less than 50 miles away; they'd have no problem reaching the dragons they were fired at.
The sizes of dragons in Storm flight's path ranged from smaller creatures with wingspans of around 20 feet upto the bigger ones with 100ft spans. All of them were fire-breathers but only the larger ones could hope to get to 40,000ft which was Storm flight's current cruising altitude. Seven of those dragons would never get a chance to try; the Meteor missiles smashed directly into them or detonated their fragmentation warheads so close that it didn't matter. The eighth missile however lost lock and harmlessly self-destructed after flying past its' target.
"Storm flight, this is Brightstar. Good shooting chaps and chapess. Seven kills counted. However, you've got more business climbing from below. Beware that most of Jedi and Sith flights are down."
"Storm acknowledges, thanks for the update," James transmitted back to the AWACS. Jedi and Sith flights, the Tornado GR4s, were always going to struggle to get through as they going in at low altitude - right into the heart of the dragons' defences. He knew that they'd pretty much been sacrificed to allow the Typhoon flights to get through above.
"Storm flight, prepare another volley. We've two minutes until we're in range of the target. Let's show these bastards who they're messing with!"
Storm 3 and 4 both acknowledged but Hannah didn't. James called out to her specifically:
"Storm 2, acknowledge last transmission." Nothing heard again. He looked up out his cockpit to see Hannah's Typhoon still on his wing but it was clearly in difficulty.
