Taking Down The Cartel Ch 01

CHAPTER 1: Receiving Orders

Hello!

I want to try something with this series. Nearly everything I've written is Transgender & Crossdressing stuff, but I wanted to try writing for other categories, so I've decided to write a sci-fi series where each chapter fits in a different literotica category.

For example, this first chapter fits in Sci-Fi & Fantasy (technically the whole series will), but the next chapter will be a completely different category, like Lesbian Sex or Erotic Horror or something. Sci-Fi & Fantasy won't be used again for the rest of the series.

I don't know if anyone has done this before, and I don't really have a name for it, but I think it could be fun.

I want to do every "Erotic Story Category" except

- Audio, because I'm not recording anything

- Celebrities and Fan Fiction, How To, Reviews and Essays, and Novels and Novellas, because they wouldn't fit the story

- Chain Stories, because I'm the only one writing this (though this whole concept would work well as a chain story, with different authors writing different parts in different categories)

- Illustrated, because I can't draw

- Non-English, because I only speak English

This first chapter is Sci-Fi & Fantasy and serves as a brief intro to the scenario. As always, everyone is 18+ and I hope you enjoy!

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"Unfortunately, General, as I'm sure you're aware, the fight against the Beeble Cartel is not going to be won by pure military might," Admiral Brackow explained, leaning forward in his office chair. "They aren't a traditional armed force, so traditional tactics won't work." Brackow sighed. "So we have to resort to... dirty tricks."

General Lanj smiled from across the desk. "And that's where Intelligence comes in, isn't it, sir?"

Brackow nodded. He was a large, pale, bald man, whose wrinkled face displayed a story of decades of space battles. "Indeed. What we need to do is tear apart the Cartel from the inside. Get an agent in" -- he made a ripping motion with his hands -- "and shred them."

Lanj nodded back. She was equally pale, but long and thin, with long, red hair tied up in a tight, neat bun. "I agree, sir. And I have the perfect candidate."

"That's the thing, General," Brackow replied, frowning. "I read your proposal on this problem, and while I can't deny some of the supposed benefits your candidate provides, they don't have nearly enough experience for a mission of this magnitude."

Lanj smirked, surprising Brackow. "I understand your concerns, Admiral, but why don't I let my candidate speak for themself?"

As Lanj spoke, the door to Brackow's office opened, and in walked a young person in Galactic Alliance Navy white, gray, and black space camo. The newcomer saluted the Admiral and General.

Brackow saluted back. "Commander Serva, I presume?"

Serva's arm fell back down. "Yes, sir." Serva had an androgynous, youthful appearance, with dark skin and black hair.

Brackow motioned for the chair next to Lanj's. "Sit, please."

Serva sat and took in the office. Unsurprisingly, it was military clean, with every book on the shelves and every photo and pad on Brackow's desk perfectly neat. The Admiral was framed by a window behind him that displayed a view of the stars of the Carbon system.

"Commander Serva, while only being in Intelligence for a couple of years," said Lanj, "has served with distinction and has completed every mission we've assigned to them."

"I know," responded Brackow gruffly. "It was in the file." He turned his attention to Serva. "Commander, the Beeble Cartel isn't some milk run infiltration mission. You won't be putting on a fake moustache and glasses to slip past some security guards, or using cheap tape to lift fingerprints off drink glasses. The Cartel is heavily involved in drug running, racketeering, and sentient trafficking. They essentially run the Noble Ridge. That's why we've got to stop them." He shook his head. "And, unfortunately, why I think you're far too inexperienced for this mission."

"Sir, I understand your concern," Serva replied "but I can do this. I believe you underestimate my abilities."

Lanj nodded in agreement. "Admiral, do you know what the Cartel values most, besides money and power?"

Brackow grunted. "I think the eggheads call it 'romantic and sexual capital.' Cartel members are supposed to have beautiful girlfriends and boyfriends to show off, just like expensive ships or clothing."

Lanj nodded again, more enthusiastically. "Exactly, sir. Commander Serva can shapeshift, meaning they can become the perfect partner for a Cartel member. Infiltration will practically be easy for them!"

Brackow massaged his nose. "I... just can't believe that this is as advertised." He looked up at Serva. "Commander, show me your... shapeshifting."

Serva reached across the desk and grabbed an old photo of the Admiral and some other naval officers. Serva guessed they were crewmates from a long time ago and focused on the one to the Admiral's right, a young man with light skin, blond hair, a strong jawline, and wide shoulders.

Then Serva began to physically change. Their skin lightened. Their hair shortened and changed color. They grew taller and gained muscle. The bone structure of their face changed.

After only a few moments, Serva looked exactly like the soldier in the photo.

Brackow's jaw was on the floor. "You... how? You look just like Jones! Jones thirty years ago!" He shook his head, regaining his composure. "Wow. Apologies, Commander. I appear to have not taken your ability seriously."

"None needed, sir," responded Serva.

"Still," Brackow continued, his brow furrowing again. "That's only one ability. You'll need more to take down the Cartel." He pointed at General Lanj. "Fuck her."

"Wh- uh, what, sir?" asked Serva, taken back by the request, their voice a lot lower than before.

"Fuck General Lanj," Brackow repeated. "Sure, you can look like the best, but can you fuck like the best? The Cartel doesn't play around. Give the General the best sex she's had since her divorce. That's an order."

Serva turned to face Lanj, eyes wide, but Lanj smiled up at them. "It's alright, Serva. I had a feeling this would happen." She smiled sensually and began to unbutton her military top. "I've been looking forward to it."

Now it was Serva's jaw's time to drop as General Lanj removed her shirt, revealing a lacy white bra underneath. Then Lanj stood up and shimmied out her pants, dropping them to reveal matching white panties. "I even dressed for the occasion."

While they still couldn't believe what was happening, Serva's cock began to get hard, and they stepped forward and kissed Lanj on the lips. The two made out, their tongues poking into each other's mouths, and Serva's hands squeezed Lanj's ass and tits as she began to unbutton Serva's shirt. Then the shirt was removed, revealing Serva's muscular pecs and abs.

Lanj roamed her hands all over Serva's chest and moaned as Serva spanked her. Serva then broke off the kiss and hooked their fingers on Lanj's panties, pulling them down and revealing a trimmed pussy.

Serva picked up the General and placed her lying down on her back on the desk, looking up to see that Brackow had removed his own pants and now had his dick in his hand, stroking steadily. Serva shook off how weird the whole situation was, bent down, and began to eat out Lanj's pussy.

Lanj moaned and whimpered as Serva's tongue explored her. Serva only did this for a few moments, however, because they could tell that Lanj was rather pent up and wasn't going to last very long.

Serva straightened back up and took off their pants, revealing a large, hairy, fully erect cock. They teased Lanj with it for a moment before plunging it in to her wet, waiting cunt.

Lanj practically yelled with pleasure as Serva went for it, pent up themself, ramming in and out with a plap-plap-plap-plap. This went on for maybe only 20 seconds before Lanj screamed "I'm cumming!" and writhed with ecstasy as she orgasmed.

Serva didn't stop pumping, intent on cumming themself, but suddenly Brackow ordered, "shift into this, now!"

Serva looked up to see Brackow holding up a photo of a very young woman with light brown hair that went down nearly to her waist. The woman was completely naked, and as Serva looked at the photo some more they realized, with some shame, that the woman was a popular porn actress that they knew very well. Apparently, they and the Admiral had very similar tastes.

Serva pulled out and shifted into the porn star, trading in their muscular pecs for large, perky breasts and their hard cock for a shaved pussy.

"Now come over here and hop on my dick!" ordered Brackow, his eyes wide with lust.

Serva did as ordered, swaying their hips as they walked around the desk and mounting Brackow's hard cock as he continued to sit in his chair.

Instantly, both of Brackow's hands found a breast to squeeze, and Serva began to undulate on his cock. He groaned with pleasure as they rode him.

After a minute or two, Serva was near orgasm again, and they began to rapidly bounce on Brackow's penis. Serva moaned and whispered "oh fuck" as they came, throwing their head back with pleasure. Brackow, who by now had moved his hands out of the way to smash his face in Serva's boobs, gave one large grunt and orgasmed himself. Serva felt his hot cum shoot inside them.

When the Admiral had finished, Serva climbed off, staggered around the desk, and collapsed back into the chair they had started in. The only sounds in the room were everyone's ragged breaths.

"Alright, Commander," Serva heard Brackow say. They looked up and saw him peering at them, exhausted. "You get the mission."