First, I'd like to thank Neuroparenthetical for the superb editorial service. I sent them an atrocious block of text and they helped me turn it into a story. It took a while for both of us and I really appreciate them and all other editors who do what they do for the love of reading.
Second, I got a few stories going right now and since I'm getting more serious about editing, they'll take longer to post. This story was a fun side road but is on the back burner for a while. I don't have plans to continue it until I'm finished with Cuck a Succ and Lovin. Just so you know going in. I didn't leave a big cliffhanger after the final, very rough scene.
May not be your thing if you prefer monsters to ask for consent before being monsters.
Enjoy! :)
Johnny Edgerider vs The Big Bang!
An Odyssey of Lust
Part One: Johnny Pulls a Real Witch
Johnny Edgerider was just like any small town man on Earth. Though he held big city plans on a back burner, he would not chase them. Johnny was the kind of guy who set aside his dreams to help the family farm; the kind of guy who would pull over to fix a stranger's flat tire; the kind of guy who would attend church and help the Amish people raise barns. On top of that, Johnny had it all! He was good-looking, quick-witted, strong-willed, and had a body built like an ancient Greek warrior to hold it all together.
For Johnny, turning away from his youthful dreams was not a difficult decision. The simple life of a small town farmer was not a glamorous one, but he did not need anything more than the love of Anna Pickett. The young, red headed woman that lived next door was all Johnny needed to be a happy man. With this cute neighbor girl being sweet on him and her family getting along with his family, everything was pointing to the start of Johnny's perfect life. Here before him sat the most delicious-looking slice of American Dream pie, ready to be fully enjoyed.
That was before the aliens came to Earth and ruined Johnny's picnic.
These strange off-world creatures were roughly humanoid in shape, but that was just about the only human thing about them. They were bipedal creatures with blank, smooth faces. How they sensed the area around them was, and still is, a mystery to the people of Earth. Not one alien in the delegation was shorter than 8 feet tall. Though they towered over every human they encountered, not one person considered them hostile. The aliens were gentle; they moved their limbs with fluidity and grace. It was mesmerizing and it subconsciously soothed most humans' natural distrust.
When contact was finally established, they claimed to come in peace, with an offer to join the intergalactic establishment: a government they called the Universal Coalition. They offered humanity advancements in education, space flight, weaponry, medicine, agriculture, and even art and entertainment. Life on Earth would improve dramatically, practically overnight. The catch? Half the human population would have to join the space marines and leave immediately for training. The leaders of Earth thought this was a fair trade, and a global lottery was used to select the ones who would serve.
Now, 6 months after the deal was made, Johnny was shoulder to shoulder with other human men while they rode in a bumpy troop transport vehicle. His wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair was gone, shorn off by a dull buzzer that had yanked as much as it had cut. His bright blue eyes, once soft and wide, were now hard, and they narrowed in intense focus. He was just one of many who had been chosen to leave Earth. Though many humans believed the deal was worth the exchange, the ones off-planet and fighting battles they did not understand likely disagreed.
When the captain marched into the cabin, all the Marines snapped to attention. Captain Howell was a hard man with patchy stubble on his heavily-scarred face. He walked with a limp and chewed a cigar. His words, sometimes encouraging but often berating, were loud, and he spoke them with a growl that demanded respect. He was dressed exactly like the other marines; it was an effective way to disguise rank on a battlefield. The only symbol of that superior rank was his palpable, absolute confidence. It was more than enough to command loyalty from these young, untested men.
"Listen up, Marines!" Captain Howell barked. "The rumors are true. We are being deployed to planet Evander Fi as reinforcements. A seed witch infestation has popped up and it is not looking good for the aliens living there. The rumors are true. We are being deployed to planet Evander Fi as reinforcements. A seed witch infestation has popped up and it is not looking good for the spices of aliens living there."
"Seed witches?! Oh God, no!" the man next to Johnny cried out in despair.
Johnny did not react; he was resigned to fight this war no matter where they sent him. He did, however, think that seed witches were a bit extreme for a first deployment.
"Sir! This one's going soft on us!" a woman who was handling equipment spoke up. She gave the marine standing above her a piercing look.
"That's right, private, seed witches! You got a problem with that?" Captain Howell asked out the side of a sneer.
The captain stopped in front of the wilting man. He pushed his ugly face close to the panicking marine's.
"S-sir. Yes, sir. I c-can't fight seed witches! I'll die, sir!" the man began to cry.
"Sir, he's gone completely limp," the woman said, shaking her blonde head. "Humanity deserves better."
The captain looked scornfully upon the sobbing man. Though his eyes softened, his orders did not. "You're going out there, private. You can cry and moan all you like, but you're here now. If all you are is fodder, then you will still serve." He turned his attention to the equipment manager. "Do what you can for him, but don't waste resources. You're going out there, private. You can cry and moan all you like, but you're here now. If all you are is fodder, then you will still serve."
The captain turned his attention to the equipment manager. "Do what you can for him, but don't waste resources." Then, he addressed the rest of the group with what would be his final inspirational speech.
"Seed witches are not impossible to deal with. I've personally conquered 5 of them. If any of you must die, I will not accept any failure to take at least one of them with you. Is that understood?"
Most of the marines, including Johnny, spoke at once:
"Sir, yes Sir!"
"Good!" the captain shouted. "Now, I feel like it's better to get one out while you're in the transport. If the witches sense eagerness, you will be dead in seconds."
The captain joined his own personal equipment handler and started preparing for battle.
Johnny decided to follow the captain's advice, since the man had been here before. He looked down at his equipment manager, Elaine. She looked back up at him. They shared the same determined look. Her brown hair was pulled back in a tight, military-approved ponytail, and her uniform was spotless. They were both on a mission to save the universe.
"Do you wish to finish now?" she asked firmly.
This woman was not his sweet Anna back home, and he was glad. Johnny did not want to picture his future wife in this war. He wanted to tell the handler "no," but he knew his heart could not be allowed to make this choice.
"Please," was all Johnny said.
The material handler began to suck Johnny's cock with intense vigor, just like all the other women positioned in front of each marine. These handlers were trained and prepared to serve each cock for the coming battle. The handler would also follow their assigned marine out into combat to aid them if necessary.
It was a strange situation, but, as humans were discovering, the universe cared little for Earth's customs. Like now, as they all feared for their lives In the midst of an oral orgy, they all feared for their lives. The moment could not have been any more surreal to any of them. Thankfully, humanity was already on top of keeping a cock hard. The modified little blue pill was taking effect, nerves be damned - well, almost everyone's nerves.
Johnny tried to focus on his own situation, but he was finding it hard to enjoy the blowjob enough to orgasm. It did not help that the man next to him was sobbing and begging for his life.
Whitney, his handler, was doing her best to raise both the crying marine's spirit and his cock. He was not responding to her efforts, and the blonde was growing impatient and disappointed.
Johnny noticed Whitney's annoyance, grabbed her hand, and pulled her over to him and Elaine. They all knew the marine next to him was a waste. The material handler seemed relieved to help someone who would benefit from her services.
Elaine made room for her comrade. Whitney moved in to service Johnny's balls as Elaine worked his cock. Johnny spread his legs, invading the crying man's space. He placed a hand on each woman's head and held them while they worked. Elaine was gagging faintly. She was moving her mouth as far down as she could. Whitney's tongue was swirling on soft skin, caressing his balls. The women were damn good at their job. Before long, Johnny felt the hot rush of his orgasm.
"I'm cumming!" he cried as a warning.
Elaine pulled back, sucking just the head of his cock as her hand jacked him off. She worked him throughout the entirety of his orgasm and drank his cum down. She moved aside and Whitney took her place. When it came to seed witches, it was best not to leave anything in the chamber.
Once they were satisfied with the cleanup, the female marines moved back to adjust themselves and prepare for battle. Johnny finished his own adjustments. They all wore black skin suits with a small utility belt that contained survival rations, a pop-up tent, a sleeping bag, basic medical supplies, and other comfort items -- all things Earth marines would normally carry in large backpacks. These items, and more, were miniaturized with alien technology. It was strange going into battle with little armor and no weapons, but this was not a conventional war.
All around Johnny, other marines were finishing up. Some were too amped up, not able to climax under the pressure. Other handlers were moving in to help, having already serviced their marines. It was becoming obvious that a few of the men were going to go into this fully loaded. The mounting tension was made worse by an automated announcement.
"30 seconds to deployment."
Johnny Edgerider felt his stomach drop. Elaine moved to stand next to him, and Whitney joined her still-weeping partner. She leaned back and whispered something to Elaine, who nodded, and then stood firmly at attention. The captain loudly finished his own business, again asserting his command status by shouting through his entire climax. Within 15 seconds, all of the marines and handlers were standing in rows and facing the drop ramp.
The noise around Johnny began to fade as the fear set into his mind. He felt his heart pounding, and began to count each beat as if it were his last. He thought of red hair floating in a breeze, set against a backdrop of bright blue summer sky. He thought of green eyes that wrinkle during big, genuine smiles. He thought of musical laughter emanating from soft, pink lips.
Then, the transport door slammed open.
The harsh light of a different sun blinded Johnny as he filed out of the metal transport. When his feet touched soil, he started running, blinking as he went. He was trained to move forward on instinct. He felt Elaine beside him, matching his pace. He felt her fumbling for something, but he couldn't focus on her completely. Elaine's battlefield responsibilities were very different from his own. When Johnny was finally able to see his surroundings, it only took another half step before his mind took in the carnage.
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